#can my body be normal for one day plsss

[zibah-ho]

don’t know if heart is going insane rn bc anxiety or anxiety is kicking off bc heart is going insane either way we are not having a good time rn

[kaisturni]

hands on me | c. sturniolo

→ chris x fem!reader

→ plot; chris and y/n get into one of their usual screaming matches, but this one ends a little less usual than normal.

→ warnings; smut, fingering, swearing, f!oral (receiving), choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE), dirty talk, use of names (baby)

→ hi pretty lovies :) this is my first time writing a smut fanfic so PLSSS let me know if you guys like it, and if there are any requests, don’t hesitate to share! almost nothing is off limits ;) enjoy!

NOT PROOFREAD EEK

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y/n and chris had been in a screaming match all day.

from sunrise to the middle of the night, it's taken both nick and matt holding the two back so they don't entangle and kill each other.

"whatever," nick breaths, "i'm so fucking done with you guys. i know you don't get along but this is ridiculous."

"yeah" matt agreed, letting out a sigh. "i for one am tired as shit, try not to murder the other while we're asleep," the other two brothers pace back into their respective rooms, slamming the door one after another.

"great!" y/n starts, "who am i supposed to sleep with now, guaranteed they both just locked their doors." she whispered to herself.

"god, who cares? you could sleep on the street for all i fucking care." chris yells, watching y/n stand outside of nick's door, not daring to make an advance inside.

the girl shot daggers at him, "whatever chris, tell that to your fucking brothers, they're the ones who let me live here." y/n huffs out as she shoves chris full force out of the way, preparing for a sleep on the boy's couch. but before she can even reach the end of the hallway, chris grabs y/n by the throat and slams her against the wall.

y/n hits the wall, exuding air on impact, hands gripping onto chris', which has her easily pinned on to the wall.

"did you seriously just put your hands on me?" he said lowly, closing the distance between him and

y/n. the girls heart was racing at a mile a minute, unsure of what her actions would cause next. she was so confident yelling at chris frequently from across the room, but suddenly powerless in his grasp, she was, briefly, at a loss for words.

"yeah," y/n managed to grunt out. she had never been this close to chris before, let alone feel his body inches away from her own skin. his eyes were dark and low, jaw tight and sharp, his features barely illuminated in the light. as much as she hated him, she found him punishingly attractive.

"and what are you going to do about it?" she dared to whisper to him, trying to keep as much confidence in her tone as she could, not letting him see how much she withered under his touch.

from a few heavy breaths, y/n's throat still in his hand, he shoved her into his room and shut the door behind him. he flipped the two around so she was again back against the wall.

"what am i going to do about it?" he taunted, less than an inch between their bodies, breaths mingling and eyes locked in contact.

"you have no idea what i could do to your right now," chris spoke lowly, uninterested in letting his brother's hear the way he is speaking to the girl he supposedly wants to kill.

"if only you just kept that pretty little mouth shut, maybe i could've showed you sooner," his words faded out, his hand around her neck tightened slightly, as he brushed his lips against hers, earning a barely audible moan from the girl under his grip.

"chris" y/n managed to breath out, suddenly feeling a sense of neediness and wanting from him. is it bad she could be so turned on from how rough chris was being with her? she had never seen this side of him before, the side of him that she didn't think existed to her. before this he was ready to take her head off and so was she. but now she could feel the heat rising in her legs, and shocking her stomach, anticipating what was to come next.

"what? don't act like you don't want it, you think i can't tell that you do? look at you." chris taunted, gently using his teeth to tug on her bottom lip. y/n felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

unknowing what came over her, y/n remarked back "oh, i'd want this. just not with you," she could see the anger growing in his face as she continued, "anyone could do whatever you'd do better." she knew what the words she was saying would lead her. she almost hoped chris got the message.

"is that so? i'll show you you're wrong." chris swiftly tossed y/n to the bed, pinning her down, yet again cementing their faces inches away from each other.

"you'll be begging me to do this more often when we're done," beginning to leave sloppy kisses against y/n's neck. "i'd destroy you,"

"so destroy me," y/n dared.

chris smiled against her skin, wet kisses becoming dark hickies all over her neck and jaw. his lips slowly moved down to her covered chest, frustrated with the fabric, he tugged on her shirt, signaling to take it off.

y/n sat up in the bed ripping her shirt over her head, his eyes meeting with her bare chest. "no bra, huh?" he said before claiming her right nipple in his mouth, kissing, sucking, and biting on it, and doing it harder with each moan he earned from her.

"i never wear one" she admitted, eyes screwed shut in the unexpected pleasure that chris sturniolo was bringing to her.

"i hope that's not the only thing you never wear," he said against her skin, kisses continuing down her body until he reached her inner thighs, with only a thin layer of fabric separating her core and his lips.

y/n gasped as he yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her wet shorts visible to him even in the dim light. he smirked looking up at her,

"fucking soaked," he said what she already knew, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in anticipation, "chris, please." she begged, thinking how pathetic it was that the few words she was able to get out gave chris everything he wanted to hear in that moment, but she didn't care. 

"since you're begging for me," he taunted, taking off y/n's barely there sleeping shorts, taking in how perfect her core was dripping under the light, practically calling his name. never would he had anticipating being in this moment, but god he knew he was lying if he said he didn't think about it.

he teased her by trailing small kisses and nibbles against her inner thigh, making her wetter by the second. before y/n knew, he was licking and sucking down her slit, arms pushing her legs further into her chest to get even deeper.

gripping the sheets with white knuckles, y/n found it impossible not to scream his name as he stuck his tongue inside her, moaning against her pussy as the vibrations drove her closer to her high.

"chris i'm gonna cum," she said panting, edging him to keep going, not wanting the pleasure to stop as she found her hands tangled in his hair. but before y/n managed to reach her high, he pulled his face away from between her legs. mouth dripping with all her juices, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time.

the two kissed each other hungrily, each fighting for dominance over the other, but chris ultimately won as he stuck to fingers inside of her, causing y/n to gasp, prompting chris to shove his tongue into her mouth.

"how am i supposed to hate you when i know your pussy is this good?" chris asked between sloppy wet kisses, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her, wetness leaking onto his bedsheets.

y/n could feel the knots tying in her stomach, signaling she was close, “c-chris i’m so fucking close,” she said absolutely breathless, weakly gripping his moving wrist.

his two fingers slowed their pace, and she whined at the loss of contact. y/n couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together, in order to do something to stop the aching between her legs.

“not so fast,” chris said, peeling off his hoodie and sweats, leaving him in just black calvin klein underwear. “spread,” he demanded.

y/n obliged without hesitation, aching and ready for him to be inside her. chris used his thumb to rub her clit in circles, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure, chris could feel his dick aching to fuck her, but he wasn’t going to let her have it easily.

“c-chris please,” she begged, “please what, baby?-

baby?

-tell me,” he said, knowing exactly what she wanted from him, “please f-fuck me- shit,”

as soon as those words left her mouth, chris removed his underwear, his length springing up, leaking with pre-cum and burning with desire.

he ran the tip on y/n’s slit, groans exiting from both of their mouths. without warning, he slammed his entire length into her, causing her to gasp at the feeling.

tears ran down y/n’s cheek as she moaned out chris’ name and profanities at the pace that he was pounding into her,

“you look so pretty when i fuck you, baby,” he growled in her ear, “look at you, doing so good at taking all of me,” he said before sensually connecting their lips.

y/n had no words to say, only muffled sounds in between kisses coming out of her mouth from being completely fucked out by chris, and it didn’t take long for her to feel her orgasm coming back.

“oh, chris, i’m gonna cu-,”

“wait, you cum when i say, okay?” he said lowly, before quickening his pace, feeling his own climax coming too.

“i can’t take it, please let me cum,” y/n pleaded, feeling completely buzzed from all the sensation going in her body.

“cum baby, i’m right there too,” he breathed out, feeling her walls clench around him causing chris to explode inside her, filling her up at the same time she reached her own high.

chris pumped a few more times in and out of her, both groaning as he pulled his dick out of her, then falling on the bed next to the sexed out girl next to him.

the two looked at each other for a moment, and chris softly kissed her, finding his way to be on top of her again. he pulled their lips apart and ran a hand through her hair,

“why do we do this? i’m tired of hating you, why do you act like that with me?” y/n said, staring at chris’ piercing blue eyes above her. he sighed, “i really don’t know,” he started, “i guess the way i feel about you just made me angry for some reason. it always made me mad how close you are with nick and matt, and i guess i kept it up too long,” he admitted, playing with the ends of her soft hair.

“you should’ve just told me,” y/n retorted, placing a gentle hand on the side of chris’ face, and he nuzzled into it. “i know, and i’m sorry. can we be done with that, please?” he asked her, cautiously.

“of course we can,” y/n smiled. chris smiled back at her, connecting their lips once more.

“okay,” he began grabbing her hand, “let’s go get cleaned up. we can have another fight in the shower,” smiling deviously at her after making the statement.

y/n rolled her eyes at the boy, and quickly followed him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

[metmotleysgirl127]

Hello, I hope you are having a good day. Could you do one when Nikki is coming back from a long tour? Something smut, plsss. If it's not too much trouble, lovely!!! Nice day 💗

Hello beautiful people

So I wasn’t expecting my story to blow up like that. Thank you! I honestly just did this because I was bored lol. Anyways, here’s another one for you.

Warning: cursing, little bit of choking.

“Welcome home”

Today was the day. Nikki was coming home. He had been gone for almost a year. It’s been two months since I saw him last. I was in the middle of cleaning the house when I heard the door open. “Hello”, I asked. Nobody answered. “Nikki?”, I asked. “Yeah?”, I hear behind me. I jumped, turning around, seeing Nikki. “OH MY GOD”, I say throwing the cleaning supplies I had in my hands. “Hey baby!”, he says, opening his arms. I jumped, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. I moaned into the kiss, grabbing onto his crazy raven hair. His hands found my ass and he laid me down on the couch. He broke our kiss by putting a hand around my neck. “Did you miss me?”, he asked. “Yes daddy”, I purred. “Oh fuck”, he sighed. Smirking to himself he yanked off my shorts and underwear. He got down on his stomach and started eating me out like a starved man. “NIKKI”, I moaned, wrapping my legs around his head. His hands laid on my hips, pulling me inhumanly closer as his tongue swirled in my pussy. “Oh shit, fucking hell”, I nearly screamed. He groaned in response, sending a shiver up my spine. I had a death grip on his hair, “Nikki! NIKKI IM GONNA CUM”, I yelled, arching my back. He didn’t stop, he continued eating his meal. He sucked on my clit, pushing me over the edge. I screamed as I came, suffocating him with my legs. Once I came down from my high he tapped my legs and opened them, letting him catch his breath. “Jesus Christ”, he chuckled. I laid there, tired from my very intense orgasim. I watched as my lover unbuckled his pants. He looked at me with those beautiful green eyes. He pulled down his boxers and laid on top of me. I ripped his silk button up off his body and threw it somewhere. I wrapped my legs around his body and kissed him passionately. His hands cupped my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Yes, even Nikki sixx can be soft. He pushed inside me, we moaned in unison. He thrusted at a Normal pace, not too fast. Not too slow. “Mhm Nikki”, I whined, scratching my nails down his back. “I’ve missed you so much baby”, he says, kissing my neck. “I’ve missed you too”, I say, gripping onto his biceps. He laid his head on my shoulder. I could hear his tiny moans and whines. “Your little noises are so hot”, I say, biting his ear. He looked at me, jaw slacked. “You gonna cum baby”, I asked, kissing him softly. “Just a little longer”, he grunted. “Come on, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me Nikki”, I whispered in his ear. “You're gonna be the death of me”, he smirked. I laughed, pulling him in for another kiss. I moaned as he slightly picked up the pace. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum”, he says, pulling my head back. “Cum for me Nikki”, I say, licking up his neck. “Oh fuck. FUCK.”, he says cumming. He whined in my ear. That did it for me, I came for the second time. We whined and moaned each other's names as we came down from our highs. “Welcome home baby”.

(This photo is so hot)

[hlvstia]

can you write a fic about yachi maybe some angst to comfort but it has to have comfort at the end !

— hanahaki, yachi.

wsp y’all!! haven’t been here for a while :) can’t wait to get back into writing <33 also, been wanting to write more kpop one shots :o and still marvel ofc! lmk what y’all want next by submitting in my inbox.

UNDER RE WRITING CUZ BITCH ASS TMBLR 😭 i know there’s repeats in this

pair : yachi x fem!reader ( men dni plsss )

“[y/n], there’s this manager in my volleyball and she’s just… so pretty. i think i like her,” her bright voice lit up the room, but for you? oh, you were aching so bad.

you felt nothing but this aching pain in this heart, your throat feeling like there was something stuck in there. simply, your heart was heart because of her.

“that’s great, yachi… but excuse me. i’m gonna use the restroom,” giving a quick smile, you ran to the bathroom, shutting it behind you.

‘shit!’

your heart was racing each second, your hands clutching your chest.

why did she have to like another person, other than you?

“shit, shit, shit—” you mumbled, facing yourself towards the toilet as you began to cough; but it was unusual. the object that came out of you were flowers? but, they were lillies. which resembled a lost loved one, normally they were used for death but losing yachi felt like death to you.

“[y/n]? are you okay?” yachi knocked on the door, putting her ear against the door. “uh, yeah! i’m okay… just cleaning up.” you lied through your teeth, flushing the toilet as you washed yourself up.

opening the door, you were greeted by a concerned yachi. “i heard you coughing a lot… just wanted to check up on you.” her hands placed on your shoulder, rubbing them softly. “i’m fine, trust me…” you pushed her hands off, giving her a fake smile.

❦

“could you help me out today? volleyball is taking an off day, we kinda need it…” you and yachi were beside each other, walking towards the city bus stop. “sure! but aren’t you suppose to help kageyama and hinata?” you questioned, sitting down.

“i was suppose to, but they’re busy with a team dinner.”

“you aren’t going?”

“no, i’d rather stay in and catch up on grades…” she looked gloomy, more than usual. “what’s wrong?” you threw an arm around her, giving her an assuring pat. “it’s kiyoko… i think she likes tanaka.”

yk per se, you were quite happy that kiyoko possibly likes tanaka— but again, you’re suppose to be yachi’s friend, and actually comfort the poor girl.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay… people are going to move on, and plus, she missed out on a huge deal. you’re so perfect, and you deserve the most perfect partner ever,” you whispered, comforting her. “you really think so, [y/n]?” she wiped her tears, looking up to meet your eyes. “i really do think so, yachi. you’ll find someone soon…”

and you wished that ‘someone’ was you. but beggers can’t be choosers, sadly.

♡

“here, wrap this around you.” your hands grazed against her shoulders, placing the coat around her body. “thank you, but what about you?” questioning, her head turned towards you— it was cute, seeing her nose and cheeks with a pink tint. “i’ll be okay! i’m gonna have to leave in a bit anyways. i got practice in a bit!” you giggled, balancing your weight on the arms as they were placed on the concrete.

“oh, for what?”

“i play the guitar, yachi. i’m in a band with my friends.”

for some reason, she was shocked— that you had the courage to actually play an instrument, let alone an instrument that requires good finger work and memory. “what’s with that look?” you arched an eyebrow, flicking her forehead. “i’m only shocked because i was wondering why your arms were so… masculine? which i love, of course…” her cheeks grew even more pinker than before, looking away to hide her face.

“well? don’t be shy and kiss me. i’m about to leave, idiot.”

to think of it, it was very bold of you to say, considering the both of you were only in the talking stage, or at least, ‘wanting to be more than friends’ stage. “w-what?”

rolling your eyes, you used your free hand to grab her jaw and pull her lips towards yours, exchanging a spark. she closed her eyes as she became more comfortable within, tugging on your shirt to pull you more closer.

and without words, you pulled away, smiling over at the fact how shy she was being right now. “maybe we can continue this later, see ya.”

“bye…”

[mistyyyy]

Can I have me a serving of holy man chrollo getting his ass pegged by a small reader plsss. If it’s not to much to ask, add a sprinkle of bdsm like cuffs and collars. Everything else is up to you 🥵🙏🏾

I got you boo.

(Idk but for some reason, Chrollo would be one slutty ass priest. Not related to the fic, but that's my headcanon for him lmao.)

CW: Pegging, bondage, leash/collar, soft then rough sex, unrealistic pegging, a short reader (something new), heavy marking, quick overstimulation, body worshipping (receiving).

WC:1826

Pet names: Mistress

He looks down at you with amusement coating his charcoal eyes, I mean, why would he agree to this? WHY did he agree to this?

He loved you, of course, so he did it anyways with some mild convincing.

sex wasn't regular in your and Chrollo's relationship. mostly because the both of you are always busy with work, only having time to do quickies or tired vanilla sex.

but it was one of those rare occasions where both of you had a weekend free. no overtime, phones turned off, and nothing on but undergarments. nothing planned but having sex everywhere, bathing together, and holding each other closely. You'll worry about the house chores the next day.

So when you came to him on Friday about…pegging?…he was unsure. I mean, his pride, could he risk it by letting a woman 8 inches shorter than him, be 8 inches deep inside of him?... to take him like a bitch?...

Yeah, the answer was yes. As much as he didn't like to admit it, he was touch starved and would take anything you gave him right about now.

you gave him a small smile, not one of reinsurance, but no, one of taunting. You were teasing him.

"You'll love it, trust me. if not, tell me to stop, and we can do something else." Your tone was low, not feeling the need to put on such a strict voice. You knew your husband was fully capable of listening, following directions. Plus this was new for both of you.

His muscles are tense as he feels your warm hands make their way up to his biceps, then hanging over his shoulders as you wrap your arms around his neck. His breathing hitched for a quick second as you gently grab onto the hair that was on the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a peck on the lips.

Instead of replying, he wraps his large hands around your nude waist and turned the small pecking into a slow kissing session. As I said, it won't take much to convince him.

He was quick with his movements, like a tiger attacking its prey. Bra unhooked, he takes it upon himself to undress you. It's the least he could do, considering you'll do most of the work. You were so distracted by his mouth, you didn't realize your underwear sliding down your ankles. Slick bastard.

That's until he presses your hot body against his. "Mm.." you pulled away with a soft smile on your lips, eyes still closed. "it's my turn.." you spoke against his lips, but you just got a soft hum as a response before speaking in his normal seductive tone. "just wait a few seconds, let me get you ready."

get me ready? you repeated in your head, confusion coating your face as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. you didn't reply, instead watching him back you onto the bed, laying you against the silky sheets. Expensive, like him.

"Babe?-" you get shooshed by the feeling of his lips against yours.

You took that as a sign to stop talking. with an amused grin on your lips, you watched his hands go down your body, touching every curve, dip, and pudge he could, before leaning down and leaving a kiss on your leg, followed by another one getting closer and closer to the inside of your thigh.

Dark grey eyes looking up at yours, he notices the quickness of your once calm breath, and the slight parting of your lips, he's got you excited. he smirks to himself, of course, you see it. still a cocky bastard under all of that. he looks back down at the warmth between your thighs, making it his goal to mess with you before he surrenders himself to you.

and, it works. He wouldn't be him without teasing you. his tongue, teeth, and hands exploring you until he reaches over to one of the four objects you placed on the bed. he said it himself, he wanted to get you ready, so he does it himself.

he sits upon his knees, your legs underneath him as his long pretty hands work on the dark blue satin collar. it was sleek, sturdy, and expensive.it even had a bowtie on the front of it, with two hoops on the bottom of it, one for a leash, another having a bell connected to it. only the best for the best.

it didn't take him long to wrap it around his neck, looking pretty on his pale skin, eyes staring at your impatient ones. you wanted to rock his world, it was killing you inside as he kept you waiting. he notices this, his plump lips forming a cocky smirk as he leans down to you, his frame covering yours completely.

you breathe out a moan as he kisses your neck, his large hand going into your braids, giving them a slight squeeze. "Patience mistress. you'll get what you want."

Oh god. Your toes curled from his words. You turned your head, catching his lips before they could meet with your neck again. This time he didn't cut it short as he reaches over to another object. Using his long arms, he pulled your legs up and slipped the harness down them. He releases a groan into your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his hips and flipped him onto the bed.

The sound of lips smacking only intensified as you forced his hands onto your hips. He quickly got the hint, fast hands tightening the harness, making sure it was tight, creating dips on your skin. Guess he noticed how impatient he was getting, making him chuckle into your messy mouth, and pull away.

"Fuck, fuck me." His brows narrowed together as his eyes stayed closed. Almost sounded like he was begging.

"Of course." You grinned against his wet lips.

You were quick to get the lube. In the few seconds it took for you to get between his legs, slide off his briefs and get him prepped, he took it upon himself to grab the leash and hook it onto his collar. If he was going out, might as well be with a bang.

“For someone who said I was supposed to be patient, you’re moving pretty fast.” You teased but got a cocky remark in return. “Says you of all people. You know what they say, short people have short patience.” You almost laughed. Almost. Instead, you have him a sarcastic smile and push his thighs against his chest, making him suck in a breath when a grin paints his face.

“Mm, how funny~” he bites down on his lip as you press your chest against his body, folding him in place, legs over your shoulders as the tip of the strap pressed against him. There wasn’t much talking after this, knowing things were getting serious. Honestly, this was the easiest part, distracting him with your mouth on his.

Hips rocking against his, this is probably the closest y’all have been in a few weeks. But as you all know, this soft moment didn’t get too far.

“ ‘wan you deeper.” His soft voice close to your ear was enough for your body to shudder. You breathed out a curse, hesitating a bit as your hand grazes onto the forgotten leash.

Okay, okay I’m doing this.

"Mm Fuck do that again~" Chrollo moans out before he gasps for air. His moans and grunts fueling the fire in you, you couldn't help but cause him a little pain, just a little. But you didn't know he'd take it so well. Pulling the leash back more, causing his head to snap back, didn't stop him from meeting your hips. "Uh! Ah~ fuuck!~" he needed more.

Strong hands gripping the sheets below him, he quickly forgets about his cuffed wrists as he reaches for the stiffness between his legs. This was probably the slowest thing he could've done.

Chrollo lets out a choked breath as he falls forward, the side of his face pressed against the bed. He didn't have much time to react as his back arches against you, his muscular thighs shaking.

Accidentally, he pushes back against you. Since he lost the stableness he had underneath him, he found himself hopeless, and weak as you plowed into him. “Mng~ keep going like that and I'm gonna-“

Not wanting to choke him out, you loosened the grip on the leash, causing him to cough from the fresh air.

His head felt fuzzy as he tried to hold onto something. Eyes rolled back and drooling, even if he did manage to grab onto the silk, his weak hold only slipped away until he gave up.

"What a good boy you are." He heard you praise once in a while, his hearing going in and out and his loud moans not helping. "Oh fuck-Oh Fuck!~ yeah right there!~"

He is going to be so embarrassed later on, this thought made you chuckle, your hot breath blowing against the nape of his neck, causing his body to tense up underneath you.

He releases a deep breath as the precum below him gets tainted by that familiar white.

You slowed down your hips, but he still twitched and bucked against you. God, I love your voice. He breathes heavily against the bed, hips, and legs suddenly feeling like a thousand pounds as he struggles to keep them up. “So good for me baby…” you kissed just below his ear.

“Mhm~” he mindlessly agrees.

Sitting up you placed your hands on his sweaty back and ran them up and down his flushed skin. His breathing jidders as he backs up against your hot skin, wanting to feel you close as he rides out his orgasm. "Mm shit~.." his voice was raspy when he curses underneath his breath.

Biting your lip, you watched as he rutted against you, shoulders slumped, and hands still cuffed laying lazily between his body.

Fuck, you're soaked... I mean... You felt... risky. You went through a small debate in your head. It didn't last long as your hips slowly started to pick up the paste.

Chrollo couldn't even bring himself to question you, body too tired and mind too hazy.

Lust drunk was an understatement.

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[hollandsmushroom]

I have a request could you do a soft smut with Arvin at the drive in and he can’t keep quiet and sort of nervous but it’s also very affectionate the whole time through?

Read more here and request something here

Warnings: Smut 18+ plsss

OH MY GOD SENSITIVE ARVIN

"ARV!" you cried out when you saw him leaning against the hood of his beat up old car. Your feet carried you quickly to him as he pushed himself off of the rusted metal, opening his arms and letting you run into his hold. His denim jacket was rough against your bare arms but you didn’t mind, just happy to be with him, to be touching him. In the beginning of your relationship he had been more wary of physical contact, scared of being touched, of being loved but you had slowly torn those walls down, but he was still more apprehensive when it comes to initiating the contact, usually letting you do the instigating.

You brushed your lips against his, your eyes closing as your heart fluttered at the touch, his lips chapped yet soft, stained with nicotine and tainted with sweat after his long day, yet here he was to pick you up from school. The kiss was short, too short but you did have places to be, it was Friday night and you and Arvin had planned this day to be for you two, go to a drive in and watch the new movie that it was hosting.

“Ready, Doll?” Arvin drawled, reaching up and brushing his short nails against your scalp making you sigh.

“Mhmmm” you hummed, nodding and throwing your bag in the back seat of the car as Arvin opened the passenger door for you, pecking your cheek as you ducked down to enter the vehicle.

The ride was quiet, filled with the low static of the radio but it was a comfortable silence, Arvins hand was placed on your thigh, drawing gentle circles mindlessly on the inner and most sensitive skin, it felt so tender, so beautiful. The drive in was packed when you got there but there was room for you and Arvin to park in, the engine stilling and the vibrations ceasing to emit through the seat. There was a moment of stillness before the movie started, one that you used to slide over, your body nuzzling into Arvins as he stiffened, your sudden touch surprising him.

“You okay, Arv?” You lifted your head from where you had set in on his shoulder, trying to catch his soft brown eyes that you always wanted to lose yourself in.

“Hmm, yeah, darlin’ I-I uh just-” he stopped, finally meeting your gaze, seeing your expectant eyes staring back at him.

“You what, Arv?” reaching up and brushing a loose strand of brown hair that had fallen from the rest, your tender touch making him lose his will to look you in the eye.

“I wanna touch you?” you and Arvin had been intimate before, but it was an infrequent occurrence, not that you minded, it was more of a barrier that Arvin had held for himself, feeling as though if he put himself out there that you would reject him, that deep set insecurity.

“You can touch me, lover” you mumbled, delving your fingers through Arvin’s hair, tugging him a little closer to you, pressing your forehead against his. His hands moved from his lap, placing themselves tentatively on your hips and brushing underneath the hem of your shirt. Leaning in a little closer so your lips were barely separated, brushing against yours.

“I’m worried that once I start ‘m never gonna stop, darlin” Arvin mumbled yet letting his hands push up farther under your shirt.

“I never want you to stop, please never stop” you whisper, looking into his eyes and finding them shut, your lips quickly being pressed against his as Arvin pulled you closer. Your chest was against his, eyes shut as you lost your self in the kiss, everything was him, it was all that mattered. You didn’t notice as the world shifted around you, only realizing the movement when your back became pressed against the bench seat of the car. Your legs were wrapped around Arvin’s waist, your hands in his hair, and it felt amazing, his touch was on your skin and that was all that mattered.

Arvins hands wandered, moving farther down your body until he could hitch his fingers around the hem of your skirt, pulling the fabric up until your panties were exposed, Arvins raw denim clothed cock rubbing against your cotton covered cunt.

“Never wanna stop touchin’ you love” Arvin mumbles, his hands thoughtfully moving down your body, halting right above your core, looking up in your eyes for affirmation which you gave willingly, letting his hand slip in your panties and brushing over your lips, electricity burning through you at his touch. His fingers parted your folds, your wetness dripping onto his fingers, the feeling of you reacting this way to him was something else, he moaned at the feeling, definitely loud enough for other cars to hear but you didn’t care.

“So wet, sweet girl, so wet for me” he mumbled, pulling your panties down, getting distracted by the look of your dripping cunt, a pause that you utilized to undo his belt buckle, pulling his jeans down along with his loose fitting boxers, letting his pretty cock spring free.

“Arvin, I need you” you whimper, pulling him down on top of you, your words bringing him to you, wasting no time, his cock pushing through your engorged folds and sheathing himself fully inside of you, this time making him whimper. It was the softest noise that he had ever made and god it made you turn, a coil immediately forming as he began to thrust harder. The car was rocking with all the movements of passion and lechery. You were probably disturbing the people around, especially Arvin, his noises were like heaven, soft whimpers and groans of ecstasy.

“Arvin, I-I’m close” you couldn’t contain it anymore everything was fracturing around you as you came, Arvin’s hot seed painting and coating your insides as your chests pressed together, lips exchanging your moans and noises between tied tongues.

When you come back to some level of normalcy, your breath returns to normal, but still head in Arvin’s arms, his hands having slid underneath your back and pulling you close to him.

“I never wanna stop touchin’ you” he mumbles into the crook of your neck

“I never want you to stop touchin’ me, love the noises you make, lover” you whisper back him bury his head further in your neck in embarrassment.

“God you make me squirm”

god I hate this, I am so unhappy with how it came out but I hope one of you guys likes it lol

[goshikitsutomusmommy]

“Incorrect Quotes with Haikyuu Boys„

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

Synopsis : Different Quotes From Brooklyn-Nine-Nine (and F.R.I.E.N.D.S) as Haikyuu Characters

Genre : Comedy , slight romance

Paring(s) : Osamu x reader , Atsumu x reader , Shirabu x reader , slight Iwaizumi x reader , slight Kyoutani x reader

Word Count : 0.83k

Warning(s) : She/her pronouns used , slight mention of suicidal joke , timeskip spoilers

Masterlist Link : Here

Osamu : *About to leave*.

[Name] : Aren’t you forgetting something?

Osamu : *Kisses forehead and heads out*.

[Name] : No! Pay the bill!

Part 1/4

Suna : [Name] hasn’t taken her eyes off her phone in two hours. First to make her look up wins the pot.

Aran : I’m in. A bet which improves someone’s manners? Double score!

Atsumu : Too bad, guys, a got this in the bag. A used to distract ‘er from ‘er phone all the time when we were smoochin’ buds.

Suna : Ugh, ew.

Aran : Yeah...

Part 2/4

*Atsumu tries walking seductively towards manager*

Atsumu : Hey, girl.

[Name] : *Throws nearby binder at his crotch*.

Atsumu : *Groaning*, Catch ya later...

Part 3/4

Suna : Mid morning dance party! *Turns on disco music on speaker*.

*Manager dancing to the music without looking up from her phone*

Suna : She’s dancing even better than normal.

Part 4/4

Aran : Oh god, did ya hear that George W. Bush died?

[Name] : *Still not looking up*, Who dat?

*Manager feeling down*

Semi : You’re a good manager. Do not beat yourself up about that.

[Name] : I’m not a good manager. I’m an amazing manager. And I’ll never forgive myself.

Shirabu : I didn’t understand why people care so much about their dumb love interests till I got a dumb girlfriend myself. I’ve only been with [Name] for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

*Karasuno mentoring elementary students for the day*

Part 1/3

[Name], to two young girls : Okay, you two are obviously the alphas. You’re dating the blond kid and you like Filipino Bieber but you’re worried he’s still into Little-Miss-Side-Braid-Janky-Purse. Haha! I know so much. Hi, I’m [Name]. Hey~!

Part 2/3

Daichi : Great. So can you take over with the kids for a bit?

Asahi : Of course! I’m amazing with kids!

*Daichi leaves momentarily*

Asahi : *Nervous laughter*, I’m terrible with kids. I don’t know the lingo. You have to do this!

[Name] : I can’t, Hina is in the bathroom right now freaking out because Yui made out with Akira even though she knows Mei’s into him. Unless you want the Spring Dance to be a total drama fest, I have to be there for her.

Part 3/3

Daichi : Oh, uh, [Name], Akito-Sensei said you had a real impact on those kids. Apparently, you were just named Spring Dance Princess somehow...?

[Name] : Mhmm, what am I always telling you guys? I’m royalty.

[Name] : Apparently, he’s very into bird watching, so talking to a woman should blow his mind. And talking to this *Gestures to self*, woman, it could kill him.

Yachi : *Taking notes*.

*Meeting Seijoh for the first time as their manager*

[Name] : Hi. [Surname] [Name], the human form of the 100 emoji.

*Iwaizumi having a hand wrestle with Kyotani*

[Name] : Guys, take off your shirts! It’s restricting your body movements.

*Kageyama and Hinata in the boys bathroom trying to be discreet about a secret*

Kageyama : No one can know about this, understood?

Hinata : Understood.

[Name] : Understood.

*Kageyama and Hinata visibly alarmed*

[Name] : *Entering their stall*, What? I hang out in the men’s bathroom all the time. The acoustics are amazing~.

{Exceeded limited pics, pretend for me😁}

*Aged up*

*At [Name]’s apartment*

Part 1/2

Semi : Then you distract her a Barbie doll.

Shirabu : *Deep in thought*.

[Name] : Or... You could just, you know... *Pushes Shirabu aggressively onto already broken fridge*.

[Name] : *Mouth gaping dramatically*.

Shirabu : What the hell are you doing?!

[Name] : Wh... What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?! You just broke my fridge!

Shirabu : What?! How do you know if—... *Deep breathe* How do you know if it’s even broken?

[Name] : Oh, you think I don’t know what breaks my fridge? Excuse me! *Opens fridge door*, Well, what do you know? Broken! That’ll be ¥45 thousand.

Semi : [Name], I saw you push him.

[Name] : Semi, remember what I told you when our fridge broke? I still haven’t gotten the check for your half yet.

Shirabu : Do not give her any money.

[Name] : I’m talking to you, you broke my fridge!

Part 2/2

[Name] : You owe me ¥45 thousand.

Goshiki : Okay, sure!

[Name] : Really?!

Goshiki : Yeah, yeah. Oh, wait! Technically, you owe me ¥70 thousand for sending happy thoughts on your last ten auditions.

[Name] : *Silence*, ... Call it even?

Goshiki : Okay!

{Pretend this is a header too <33}

*Timeskip*

*[Name] walks in Sugawara’s elementary classroom*

[Name] : Suga, can I talk to you? It’s urgent.

Sugawara : Yeah, sure...

[Name] : Okay, Daichi and Asahi are running a little late today for our hangout.

Sugawara : But, what’s wrong with them?

[Name] : Nothing, why?

Sugawara : [Name], you said it was urgent.

[Name] : Oh, yeah, it is. I’m going to the movies and it starts in, like, five minutes.

Sugawara : Do you realize I have a classroom full of students?

[Name] : Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so rude! *Turns to talk to the students*, Does anyone want to come to the movies?

{Again, pretend this is a header plsss}

Author’s Note : I just made the masterlist and it took me a while to figure out how to link it to my bio🤕🤕 if you wanna check out my work, here is the link

[adorerdraco]

Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2

PART 1

Summary: PART 2  ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone. 

Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death

Words: 4.9K

A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif. 

It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day. 

He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.

“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.

It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.

In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.

“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.

“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”

“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”

Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.

You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.

Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.

“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”

You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you. 

There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream. 

Your brain didn’t know any better, right?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.

My Dearest Draco,

          How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf. 

I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.

Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants. 

I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon. 

All my love,

Mother

He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.

As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.

He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him. 

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.

But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you. 

So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.

“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.

“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”

You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”

“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”

And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.

“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.

“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips. 

You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt. 

You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.

A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.

“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”

The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face. 

Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.

“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.

You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.

“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”

You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went. 

You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”

Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.

“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”

By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.

A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done. 

Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.

“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”

It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.

It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.

“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”

Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.

You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.

You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror. 

“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.

“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.

“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”

She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.

The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.

Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.

It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.

Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.

He had told you he loved you.

The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance. 

You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.

His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness. 

The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get. 

Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.

Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips. 

“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing. 

He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”

You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.

“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”

The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant. 

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.

The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.

“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”

“Not in a million years, darling.”

PART 3

[harrywritingsbyme]

plsss write about y/n pushing a dildo in her for nightly cockwarming & harry finding outt🥺🥵

Goodnight

A/N: I’m sorry it’s crazy late bbys!!! School started back this week and it’s been a bit of an adjustment. And my writing mojo/schedule has been out of wack all week...so I really hope this one doesn’t suck🥺. Anyways, this one is a cute/filthy lil sub!Y/n piece! Enjoy🙃

You were in your subspace without Harry. He’d been away for a couple days now and you were dying for him to come back home. You were able to handle the first two days perfectly fine. You talked and texted with him whenever he woke up, when you were going to bed, and whenever he was free. You missed him so much, but you were able to get through it and look forward towards when he’d finally come back home to you. You were completely fine until this morning. When you woke up and talked to Harry, something clicked inside of you that sent you into a downward spiral, ending with you falling right into your subspace. Whenever you were feeling small, you were a complete mess. All you wanted to do was be with Harry. You wanted to feel and really be with him as he took care of your every need. You wanted to have all of Harry’s affection, love and attention.

For the entire day, all you did was stay in bed. The only time you got up was to shower, eat, and use the bathroom. Other than that, you were huddled up in the bed cuddling one of the fluffy pillows that you’d doused in Harry’s cologne. He made sure to leave your favorite behind whenever he left so that you could do that. You clutched at the pillow tightly as you laid there. You kept your eyes shut as you tried to focus your thoughts on Harry’s warm cuddles and kisses. You missed the way he’d drag one his large hands up and down your body as he cuddled you. You also missed the way he’d call you his sweet girl then give you sweet kisses. You wanted that all day long. You wanted him to make you feel safe and loved. You wanted to feel Harry. Your strong want and need to feel him was so deep inside of you that it even brought you to tears. You let a few fat tears seep out of your tightly sealed eyes as you laid in bed.

As the day began to really wind down and you finished eating the little something you made for yourself, it was time to head upstairs to bed. When you got upstairs, you went straight to the closet. There were two things in there that could make you feel a little better before you got on the phone to talk to Harry and went to bed. After grabbing the two items, you make your way over to the dresser to grab one more thing from the drawers before heading to the bed. Once you’re standing at the edge of your side of the bed, you drop all of the items and you begin to quickly undress yourself. You toss all of the worn clothes off your body and into a neat pile by your feet on the floor. Once you’re completely naked you reach down and you grab the light pink satin nightie Harry’d gotten for you when you two vacationed in Italy. Whenever you were feeling small and it was time for bed, this was one of the things that you’d always ask for Harry to put you in. You loved feeling like a princess, Harry’s little princess. He’d always tell you how pretty you looked in it and you loved that. You were hoping that he noticed when he FaceTimed you in a few minutes. Once the nightie is draped over your your body, you then reach for the lacy light pink panties that you grabbed from the dresser drawer and you pull them up your legs underneath the short “dress”.

Once you’re all dressed, you grab the last item from the bed and you lay down against the pillows. Once you’re comfortable, you spread your legs and lift your nightie a bit. You then hook your index finger around the crotch area of your panties, pulling them to the side to expose your pussy. You then take the hand that was holding the squishy and very realistic dildo and raise it up to your mouth. You give the toy one quick look over before sticking your tongue out and giving it a couple of licks. Once the entire shaft of toy gets a light coat, you lower it down between your legs and you line it up with your entrance. You take a final deep breath before sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You then begin to slowly insert the toy into your hole.

“Daddy!” You whimper our into the quiet room.  Your eyes are tightly sealed as you try and picture Harry pushing his cock into you. Along with feeling lonely and needy, you were also feeling a bit empty. You were feeling empty for two reasons. The first being that you weren’t getting any of the normal treatment you’d usually get when you were in your subspace. And the second, most powerful reason, was that you weren’t full with Harry’s cock. Along with the tender loving care he’d shower you with, Harry’d always make sure to give you his cock. Before you could even think to ask, he’d already be working on your panties and getting his cock out. There was something about his warm cock being deep inside your tummy while he loved on you and made the butterflies in there go wild that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You loved that. Which is why you wanted to fill yourself up with the dildo that he had specially made to simulate his cock. You absolutely loved this toy, it was squishy, long and thick just like his cocky and it even had a soft (and pretty large) pairs of balls at the base. You were hoping that this toy would do the trick in making you a little less empty. When you feel the balls against you, you stop pushing and you pull your panties back over using the finger that was still hooked around them. You always had a little trouble keeping toys in your pussy so you needed your panties to keep it inside. Once you’re all settled down there, you pull your hands back up and you get your pillows situated. You bring one down between your legs and the other (the one that smelled like Harry) to your chest to cuddle into. Once your pillows are where they need to be, and your body is turned towards the bedside table where your phone is propped up on your bottle of water, you comfortably and patiently (barely) wait for Harry’s phone call.

Luckily for you, it only takes 5 minuets for Harry to call you. And to say that you picked up in a heartbeat would be a complete understatement. You weren’t even through the first ring before you picked up.

“Hey baby” Harry coos as soon as you pick up the phone “I know that you’re about to go to sleep so I just wanted to say goodnight.”

“I miss you daddy.” You mumble softly. Hearing his voice after all the things you did to make yourself feel better made you feel even worse. You couldn’t stop yourself from telling him. You didn’t want to distract him while he was on an important trip but you just couldn’t help it.

“Oh baby, are you in your princess space?” Harry asks you concernedly. Your tone and you calling him daddy were all indicators that you were in your subspace. He could also tell from the way you were pouting at him through the camera. “How bad do you need daddy sweetheart?” Harry coos softly. His girl needed him and he was going to do everything to get to the bottom of it.

“I sprayed your pillow, I put on my nightie...” you begin, pulling back the heavily scented pillow to show him the little pink dress you had on. “And I put a toy inside.” You continue, whispering this last part.

“My poor baby!” Harry coos, you really needed him. “Daddy wishes that he was there to take care of you and I promise you that I will be home before you know it.” He promises, looking directly at your small and pouty figure through the screen.“

“I can’t wait two more days daddy, I really need you.” You softly cry out to him.

“Well luckily for you, daddy finished up everything that he has to do here and he’ll be coming home a bit early.” Harry says excitedly, trying to ease you a little bit. He wished that he could just blink and he’d be right there. But unfortunately he couldn’t.

“I can’t wait daddy!”

“Can you manage to rest those pretty eyes so that daddy can spend some time with you as soon as he gets home sweetie?” Harry continues. “And since that pretty hole of yours is nice and stuffed, you should be able to make it through the night, right?”

“It’s not you and I can’t go to sleep without you daddy.” You explain sorrowfully.

“Would you go to sleep if daddy made his princess cum? I know you always get sleepy whenever your pretty little cunt cums.” Harry offers. And as soon as he does, you’re quickly nodding your head yes. “Alright baby, just relax and do everything I tell you.” Harry chuckles are your eagerness.

“Yes daddy!” You comply excitedly.

“Alright sweet girl. Now bring one of your hands down between your legs.” Harry instructs, prompting you to spread your legs and bring your hand down there.

“Know you cant hold it inside all by yourself so pull those panties to the side.” He chuckles, continuing his instructions.

“What now daddy?”

“Show daddy.” He simply instructs, prompting you to reach over towards the bedside table and grab your phone. You the. Bring it down between your legs so show him that you’ve followed his instructions. When the camera is between your legs, he can see the dildo resting inside of you while your panties are pulled to the side and are held there by the base of the toy that was poking out a bit. “Good girl. Now start moving it in and out baby.” Harry furthers his instructions through a huff. He couldn’t get enough of the sight. Even though it was nothing like seeing and doing this in person, the sight before him was amazing. You were all subby, looking absolutely adorable and stunning, and you were touching yourself per his instructions. It was amazing. So amazing that his cock began to stir in his pants.

“Feels so good daddy!” You whine loudly, continuing to follow his instruction. As you moved the dildo in and out, you could feel the veins of it rubbing back and forth against your walls. And on top of that, you could feel the dildo pushing into the pit of your tummy where the butterflies were fluttering faster and getting warmer.

“Drop the phone and play with those pretty tits.” Harry groans. He couldn’t stop himself from palming his ever growing cock. Hearing and seeing you do this was getting to Harry and he was definitely going to take care of himself once you were settled.

While you continue to thrusting the toy inside of your weepy and sopping wet hole, you let go of your phone and rested it against the crevice of your slightly bent knee. Fortunately, this allowed hardy to keep watching as you touched yourself.

“My tummy’s starting to burn daddy.” You cry out to him. You could feel your entire body warming up. The butterflies were pulsating at this point and you felt like you were ready to explode.

“Speed that hand up and play with those perky little nipples princess.” Harry grumbles through the phone. Your nipples were beyond sensitive and your hand was going as fast as it could. The fierce tingling sensation in your chest mixed with the throbbing and pulsating between your legs created the perfect storm for your release.

Harry could see your legs quaking and he could see your hand becoming staggered as you tried to continue thrusting the toy into your cunt. He could even see a little bit of your hand moving feverishly against your chest beneath your nightie. He could tell that you were going to explode. And it was going to be big.

“Cum babygirl.” Harry grunts, continuing to touch himself and watch/instruct you. And with that, you came.

“Oh my- fuck!” You cry out as you completely let go. As you release, you not only cum but you also squirt. It felt so good to just let go and cum. And squirt.

“Feels so good.” You slur happily after you come down from your high.

“I bet it did, now get some rest babydoll.” Harry chuckles softly.

“I love you daddy.” You hum, reaching down to grab your phone.

“I love you too baby. Now get some rest, daddy’s gonna see you tomorrow morning.” Harry coos to you.

Before hanging up, Harry watches as you turn out the lamp and cuddle up into the pillow that smelled like him before drifting off to sleep.

Even though you terribly missed Harry, you were going to be able to sleep peacefully until he got back.

Masterlist

[bokunodumbass]

PLSSS I SAW YOU WRITE FOR FALLOUT 4

perhaps some hancock headcanons (can be smut or fluff or angst, whatever you’d like) w a f!chubby s/o that’s really insecure 🥺

YESS !! I love chubby s/o requests because I can relate to them and just project into them lmao. thank you, anon, for being my first request <3

Hancock with an insecure chubby s/o

so first off I think it's easy to say this man actually couldn't care less about how one looks

he personally even thinks of it as hypocritical to judge when he himself walks around with no lips and the overall ghoul look

but even if he doesn't judge a body, he sure as hell can love it!!

you're his girl, his woman, his sunshine, and he won't stand for self deprication

but some insecurities are quite normal right? especially when your boyfriend is known for having been with quite some women, and he's still popular among them

you can't help but compare yourself to those who could have been and still could be with him

you start to forget your own beauty when you see the way they look... thin

now, we all know our dear Hancock wouldn't stand for this.. for HIS sunshine to feel any less than beautiful when in his eyes you're perfect and too good for him

but I also feel like it'd take a while for him to realize you're feeling this way, blinded by his own securities and thoughts that you deserve someone better, someone more attractive

i think a wake up call such as walking in on you crying would be when he realizes

It had been quite a peaceful day, considering you had stayed at Goodneighbour instead of running around doing stuff for some settlers and the usual stuff. You and Hancock had decided it was time for a relaxing day where you two just hang around instead of working your assess of. But although Goodneighboor can be a fun place, and The Third Rail wasn't a bad place to spend some time drinking and such, it came with some less fun things as well. Yeah, the whole town smells like alcohol and piss. Yeah, people there are loud, drunk and inappropriate. But that isn't the issue I meant. The issue is the amount of women who still throw themselves at your boyfriends feet, even though the two of you had been official for quite some time. That day you couldn't stop yourself from looking at them and comparing that to yourself. Sadly it ruined your mood for the rest of the evening.

"Look at me, sunshine." You and Hancock had been drinking in silence for a few minutes now, the conversations dying down because your mind had been far too occupied by other matters. Reluctantly you turn your head in his direction with a raised eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

For a second or two he seems to be inspecting you, his dark eyes roaming over your face and squinting every now and then. And then after a few minutes he stops and gives you an, although tight lipped, reassuring smile. "Y'know you can talk to me right? Now, tell me what's bothering you."

Hancock is quite persistent when it comes to the wellbeing of his sunshine

So it's safe to say you told him about your worries that evening, tears and breakdown involved for the dramatic effect of course

To say it shocked him is an understatement, he had never dared to look at you as anything less than his perfect lover, the most beautiful woman, inside and out

But he understood your worries, knowing what insecurities are like, and he tried to take them away

He would fill the whole night, after the talk, just complimenting you over and over

Over how beautiful and soft your body is, how much he loves holding you because you're so huggable

But most of all he would keep reminding you that you're his and he's yours, and those women who keep trying will not stand a chance

Now, after that day he would compliment you more often, vowing to himself that he would never make you question yourself like that again

And every time a woman, or man for that matter, tries to make a move he would be very clear that he has someone he loves dearly and is not interested

Though I think he would make the most changes during sexual activities

Smut from here on

He would start praising you a lot more, more than he already did

He would pass a lot of comments like "I love your body", "You're gorgeous" and "I love you" during sex to make sure you felt good and knew how much he loves you and your body

He would actually encourage you to take control and get on top, knowing that it might cause some insecurities with your weight and all

But he would keep telling you that you weren't hurting him and that he loved you like that so much

Also please expect him to ask you to sit on his face

Man always loved that and now he has an excuse to ask you

If you say something like "I will crush you" there's a 50/50 chance he will say "god, please crush me" or "no you won't, I'm strong y'know?"

All by all he would encourage you and make sure to praise and love you more than he already did

[nyashykyunnie]

request: father!kaeya with gn!newborn y/n. after y/n comes out of their mom/parent’s womb, they start wailing loudly and the cries turn into little whimpers after being put in kaeya’s arms for the first time. in addition to that, i also want you to put headcanons of kaeya taking care of newborn y/n in general!!!

aA/N: AAA ATHIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA IM IN TEARS PLSSS TYSM ANONNN HOPE U ENJOY THISS HNNN!!! And I’m gonna put the parent’s gender as neutral . Ok JKKK I said earlier I’d come back soon  but meh, I wanna come back now so mwah mwah, have daddy kaeya. My writting is still recovering so please excuse how it’s so bland-

Father! Kaeya x GN! Newborn! Reader

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The chivalry paced back and forth, he is already impatient and the fact that his lover’s screams from the labor just makes him want to slam down the door and accompany them.

“I cant-” Kaeya almost just bursted in until he felt a hand yank his collar and pull him to sit down.

“No you are not going to get in there until you are permitted” His sworn brother nonlachantly sighs. “You’re just gonna cause further trouble, Kaeya”

“Oh will I?” Kaeya nervously laughs. “How am I supposed to sit still when I hear my lover’s agonized screams?”

“Just shut up and wait, it won’t be long until it’s over and you’ll be able to get in there”

Although Diluc’s ‘comfort’ helped him a little, he still continously tapped his foot on the ground. 

How can he not be scared? There are a lot of possibilities when it comes to labor. One way or another this might not go well. 

Cold sweat ran down his chin as he listened to the grunts and groans his lover made. Waiting never felt so agonizing. 

All of the sudden, the two males heard a loud cry- A cry none other than of a baby’s. Diluc and Kaeya were both shocked, the chivalry captain looked at him- eyes sparkling.

Even Diluc couldn’t manage to utter a single word as he and his sworn brother stared at eachother in complete disbelief.

‘The Baby’ rung in their ears repeatedly.

“Mr Alberich-” Kaeya didn’t even let the person speak a full sentence, he immediately passed through them and slammed open the door. 

He ears rung as he heard the loud wails of the child- his child. The midwives inside greeted him, showing him the form of his lover holding your small figure wrapped in a blanket. 

You mother/father smiled as they held you in their arms. “Look, daddy’s here.”

Their voice was hoarse from all the screaming and grunting earlier.

Kaeya completely froze in his spot as his periwinkle orbs watch your flailing body.

Your face was flushed with red as you cried out, gums showing. You kept squirming at the hold of your own mother/father.

His hands trembled as they inched closer and closer, but when he was about to touch you- His hands immediately retracted. 

“.....” He’s been waiting for this moment, so why is he scared now?

Maybe he’s afraid to put the wrong strength and end up breaking your bones- Or he might accidentally drop you.

“Aren’t you going to hold our baby?” His lover laughs cheerily as they watched his anxious figure. “Kaeya, come here already. You’re being too slow”

He did as he was told, sitting on the bedside, his eyes not looking away from the child in lover’s arms. 

“Now hold out your arms like this”

It looked ridiculous, truth be told. Normally kaeya would be a tease or being amused, but right now... That side of him disappeared. Right now he is very cautious and quiet.

“It’s your kid, it’ll be a shame if you dot hold them in their first day in this world” His lover said with a smile that ade Kaeya surrender in defeat.

The man takes a gulp before slowly reaching towards you, the small infant squirming in the hold of his mate. He hesitates for a bit before finally taking you into his warmth.

You stopped, watery eyes staring up to your father and only soft whimpers replacing the loud wails you released earlier. Kaeya blinked for a few seconds, staring at his lover with a confused look.

“Geez, baby hasn’t spent an hour in the outside world and they’re already showing signs of favouritism” His lover scoffed. “Kaeya, this isn’t fair.”

“Pfft,” He fnally broke into a soft chuckle. “What can I say? Our little angel has good eyes that recognizes their daddy’s charm.”

Oh how his heart just leapt and melted into a puddle of cozyness. 

“Can you not be so smug about it? I’m calling Diluc to have him burn you”

“Mm” He completely ignores them, softly stroking his finger at your cheek. His smile, gentle yet so radiant at the sight and feel of you in his arms. His heart raced and raced more as the seconds passed.

Now on to the ‘caring’ part

Kaeya is suprisingly good in this. He did do his baby research so everything is going very smoothly. 

Okay he gets a little overwhelmed sometimes when he can’t figure out why the baby wont stop crying.

Nevertheless, not a day goes by without him grinning ear to ear while humming a delightful tune. He’ll even brag towards his co-workers at times. His main victim is of course, non other than his beloved brother Diluc. (Alright, not ‘at times’’. He’s practically bragging ALL THE TIME)

Well, how can he not be so proud? Him. A father.

Who wouldn’t be so happy? How can he not be? What part of being a ‘father’ is not worth to take pride on?

He also, for the first time, asked Jean to have his working hours reduced so he wouldn’t miss a day of you growing. Thankfully she understood and let him do as he pleases.

Everyday, when he comes home from standing in the gates monstadt or doing his other ‘secret’ chores. Kaeya will always head straight to where his child is (Hahahahah his lover surely prepared to bash his head in with a pan for straight up walking pass them jk)

“There you are!” He muses, picking up the infant from their crib before softly pampering your face with loving kisses. “Did you miss daddy? you did, didn’t you?”

He giggles in delight as he rubbed his finger on your small cheek “You didn’t give mommy/papa a hard time, right?”

“......Wait did you just poop?” He sighs. “What a naughty baby, I’m giving you love and you suddenly do this?”

Kaeya felt so satisfied with his life now. Who would’ve thought that coming home to the open arms of a family could feel this rewarding. As if the ascension of the proud sun, it erases the traces of the dark night sky. Bombarding the sky with a lustrous light. Everything is in sight, everything is in place. He wont ask for anything else than the power to protect his own. 

“This world....Truly is fascinating”

[all-my-love-for-harry]

Not yours.

summary: someone tries to force their way back to y/n's life and harry isn't having any of it.

word count: ----

based on these requests:

“also!! what about something angsty? maybe artemis gets hurt or something and harry is just in full on dad mode”

and 

“What about caleb seeing the trio on tabloids, so he gets slightly jealous and ���want’s” back into Artemis’ life unexpectedly.”

and

“ could you write something for my shy little boy about Artemis real father finding out that harry adopted him and showing up at their house claiming that Artemis is his son and basically trying to claim his rights as a father, and harry gets REALLY protective, plsss i would love that concept”

and

“Can you do one in the shy little boy universe where Artemis's dad tries to come back in his life or something. Like he sees them and he's life 'give me a second chance' . I love your writing. Thanks”

you can find more of my shy little boy here

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･:

November, 2019.

Park days were the best days for the Styles family. They didn’t get to have them as much as they’d like as they were always so busy, but today was an off day and Artemis was responsible for choosing what they were going to do. And of course he chose the park.

Y/N packed some snacks in a picnic basket while Harry took the job of dressing Artemis up. Obviously Artemis ended up way too dress up for just going to the park but it wasn’t a secret Harry was crazy about them wearing the same color or matching outfits to go out.

Harry had picked a pair of white shorts and paired it with a pastel yellow polo shirt he tucked into the shorts. Artemis looked adorable although Harry knew his son most likely get the clothes dirty as soon as they arrive to the park.

“Daddy, my nose itches.” Artemis tried to take off his glasses but Harry stopped him.

Last month they had an appointment with the ophthalmologist and Artemis had to change his glasses at his doctor's request. But Artemis wasn't happy with his new ones, he was always looking for an excuse to take them off or hiding them from his parents.

"Better?" Harry asked, using his fingers to scratch softly where Artemis pointed it itched. The much smaller boy nodded. "You need the glasses, sweetheart. Don't take them off."

"I like my old ones better, why can't i have those?"

"Those doesn't work for you anymore, monkey." He explained. "C'mon, let's put your shoes on." Harry knelt in front of him to watch how Artemis ties his sneakers up, he smiled when his son made it without a problem.

"I just put the things in the car, are you ready?" Y/N said when she saw them coming down the stairs.

"Yes! Let's go, let's go!" Artemis almost jumped from the lasts steps.

Artemis rambled the entire ride about all the fun things they’d do together once they got there, constantly asking if they were at the park already. When they arrived, Harry was surprised it wasn’t so full of people, considering it was the weekend. Y/N unfolded the blanket on the grass, laying the stuff they brought.

“Daddy, let’s play.” Artemis pulled from Harry’s arm, making the latest chuckle.

“Just be careful, please. We don’t want you to fall.” Y/N remained her son, who was too busy running around with his dad.

It was a beautiful day outside, there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the weather was perfect despite being in the middle of November. Harry had packed a Frisbee Artemis liked to use in their backyard and that’s what they were using to play.

Harry made sure to throw it softly at his son, not wanting the toy to hit him in the face. Artemis threw his hands in the air every time his daddy caught it.

Everything happened too fast, none of his parents could catch Artemis before he was face down on the grass. He had tried to throw the Frisbee higher but didn’t control his strength and he ended up on the floor.

Harry’s eyes grew wide as he ran towards the small child, his heart breaking as he heard his loud sobs. He picked him up from the grass and scooped him in his arms.

"Are you hurt? Where does it hurt, baby? Is it your arm?" He said, panic visible in his tone.

"He scraped his knees." Y/N said before cooing at Artemis, trying to calm him down. "Got some band aids for your knees, my love. It's okay." She took him in her arms and handed the band aids to Harry so he could put them on his boy's knees after cleaning the little blood that was there.

Caressing his hair softly, Y/N sat back down on the blanket, putting Artemis on her lap to wipe his tears off. "All better?" He nodded with a pout on his face.

Harry copied his son's pout, sitting next to them on the blanket. He didn't like seeing his love being upset, and he'd lie if he said he didn't feel a little guilty for him getting hurt.

"It's okay, accidents happen and sometimes we get hurt." Y/N said as if she could read Harry's thoughts. "What if we eat and then we can go for ice cream."

The smile reappeared on Artemis' face as he stood up from his mum's lap and cheered excitedly. Artemis ate whatever Y/N had packed for them, hurrying his parents so they could go get dessert.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked Harry at the end of the day when Artemis was falling asleep on his daddy's shoulder as he carried him back to the car. "You've been quiet since he fell."

"Just worried. Should we take him to ER?"

"For scraped knees? Don't think so. Harry, it's fine, really. He doesn't even remember he has them." She assured. "Tomorrow it will be all better."

"But he cried so loud." He furrowed as they reached the car and Y/N opened the door of the backseat so Harry could put him on his carseat. "I was worried he hurt his elbow or something."

"I guess it was more out of surprise. He wasn't expecting to fall facedown on the floor." Once everything and everyone were in the car, Harry started to drive back home. "Please don't beat yourself up for this. It was literally an accident."

"But i was playing with him."

"Yes, but you couldn't have prevented it from happen."

She put a hand on his thigh, not wanting him to feel any worse from something so small. Artemis doesn't have a lot of accidents as he is a calm boy who doesn't play sports or anything that requires running or jumping, but when they happen, he gets scared and that's normal. No kid likes to see blood coming out of them, even if it's only a little.

"As a parent the best you can do is stay calm during these situations. If you don't panic, then he doesn't either." She smiled at him.

Y/N loved how protective Harry was, his skills as a parent never failed to show in any situation. But he was still very new at it, and he couldn't help but want to put his boy in a little bubble so nothing bad would happen to him.

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･:

A week later, Y/N was cooking dinner while Artemis was upstairs in the movie room watching a cooking show on Netflix. Lately he's been obsessed with those and could watch entire seasons if his parents let him.

Harry was out having a meeting with his team but promised to be back for dinner, so it was just the two of them in the house.

The buzzer sounded, alerting someone was at the other side of the gates. Y/N put down the knife she was holding and walked towards the little screen that allowed her to see who was there.

Her breathe hitched when she saw Caleb standing there. He was looking the other way but Y/N could recognize him anywhere. A frown appeared on her face as he hit the buzzer again. She stayed in her place, starting at the screen and hoping he'd turn around and leave.

But he didn't.

She was ready to go outside and tell him to leave but she heard the gates open before she could do so. The gates opening meant Harry was home.

And home he was. But he furrowed as soon as he saw a body standing there. He didn't recognize the man but he was pretty sure he's seem his face before.

He parked inside but didn't close again the gates as he returned outside. "Can i help you?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Is Y/N home?" The stranger asked, putting his hands inside of his pockets. "I need to speak to her."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Doesn't matter, i need to see Y/N."

"Uh, it does matter, actually. Why is it so important to speak to my girlfriend?" Harry questioned again in a protective tone.

Before he could answer Harry's question, Y/N came out of the house, closing the door behind her before rushing towards the two man. She stood beside Harry, taking his hand in hers.

"What are you doing here, Caleb?" She asked and Harry's brain finally clicked. He looked so different from the only picture he's seen of him. "What do you want?"

"I need to see him, Y/N." Caleb said, almost in a demanding tone. Y/N looked up at Harry, who already had a deep, angry frown on his face. "I-I saw that video of you three at the park and... Y/N, i'm ready to meet my-"

"He's not your son." Harry barked angrily.

"Harry's right, Caleb. He's not yours in any way." She said sternly. "Besides, i bet it isn't the first video or picture you've seen of us, what could possibly make this one different?"

"I saw him getting hurt." He said defensively. "It.. awoke something in me. I want to be a father, Y/N."

"Then go ahead and get a family of your own because neither Artemis nor I have anything to do with you. Do i have to remind you, you signed the paper giving up your paternal rights?" Y/N started to get angry and Harry squeezed her hand.

"I was twenty-one, Y/N."

"So was I!" She now exclaimed.

"I think it's best if you leave." Harry spoke again, trying to control his anger before he punched that man straight on the face.

"And you are?" Caleb asked "Oh, right. You're the guy she replaced me with. Does my son calls you daddy too?"

"She didn't replace you, she just moved on with someone way better." He smirked. "And yes, my son calls me daddy, must hurt, right? Now get the fuck out of my property before i call the bloody cops."

Harry let go of Y/N's hand just to push Caleb out, not being able to hold his anger anymore. "If i ever see you close to my family, i'll fucking ruin you."

When Caleb was back on his car, Harry finally closed the gates and turned to see Y/N. "I'm sorry you had to see him, my love."

Y/N sighed. "I'm okay. I just... I hadn't seen him since he..." Her lip started trembling but she swallowed the tears. "Seeing his face brought back a lot of emotions."

"Couldn't imagine." Harry took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. "But you won't see him anymore, over my dead body."

"Thank you."

Harry smiled softly at her, supping her face with his hands and pecking her lips. "Thank you for letting me be the one by your side."

"I wouldn't dream of having anyone else."

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Please 12 or 27 for SilkTea it’s such a comfort ship to me plsss. ;-;

Yo. Anon. You and me would totes get along because it's my comfort ship too (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) I went with 27 because it had more potential some romance fdshgljdfs

Consider this a continuation of THIS

Huntsman is the definition of a tsundere jkdfgjsdfg

prompt list

All The Things You Don't Deserve

Rating: PG

Sandy was just cleaning and re-dressing Huntsman's wounds. Something he had done a few times now while he had Huntsman under his care. They always did it on his bed, it was more comfortable for them both anyways. Sandy also always reserved this task for the end of the day so Huntsman could then go to bed and rest comfortably with fresh clean bandages.

But today it was different. They were more stiff than normal, even when he applied the herbal salve that always had the spider melting under his touch he remained as stiff as a rod.

"You alright?" Sandy asked the spider demon under his care who jump at his words, which is odd because he has been tending to his wounds on his back for the past ten minutes and hasn’t gone anywhere. Were they so lost in their head they forgot he was here?

It wouldn't be the first time. Huntsman had a habit of just zoning off, at first he thought they were sulking, but after studying after the first few times it happened he realized that Huntsman’s fist was always tight and his jaw would be clenched tight and his eyes would sometimes dart back and forth like he was looking for something.

It's then that Sandy realized that Huntsman suffered from panic attacks.

He could never quite figure out what was triggering them, sometimes it was loud noises, sometimes it would be if Sandy stood behind him too close. And sometimes none of it triggered it.

“I’m fine.” they bite out bringing Sandy back from his musing.

“You sure?” he presses the palm of his hand against the spine of the spider's bareback. They shiver under the touch and he can feel their heart beating quickly. The rapid beat snapping back and forth inside the demon's chest.

“Because your heart is pounding right now…” he reaches around and presses his hand against the exposed chest over the huntsman’s heart. It leaps under the contact picking up its pace. Their breath hitches but they shut their eyes tightly and the spider demon turns their head away, refusing to even look at him.

Sometimes Sandy wonders if he’s the only one feeling this attraction. He thought he was picking up signals? Seeing signs that they were interested too but then it would disappear beneath the surface and Sandy would begin to doubt what he saw.

He sighs and retracts his hand when Huntsman keeps his lips sealed tight.

Sandy wasn’t going to get anywhere tonight if he continued to press. Maybe he would never get anywhere and he was only harassing the spider demon in ways that were not welcome. He finishes his task, using fresh gauze to wrap up Huntsman’s wounds and then he helps them back into the oversized shirt that he would sleep in.

He pulls away after that, creating space for his patient. He never wanted to crowd them or make them feel like he was forced to do anything.

Plants always did better when they had space to grow, and Sandy thinks that advice works just as well on people as it does on plants.

“I’ll let you rest.”

He’s rising from the side of the bed ready to turn in for the night. Before he can even get a foot away from the bed there is a hand on his wrist holding him in place.

“Where….where do you sleep? When you leave me here…” Huntsman asked, frowning at the sheets like they offended him. There is a slight plum blush that dusts his face. Once against making Sandy think there was a signal for him.

“I sleep on the sofa,” he explains. Ready to pull away again for the night but the grip around his wrist tightens again keeping his feet anchored in place.

“That doesn't sound very comfortable…” they squirm in place, looking adorable in one of Sandy’s shirts that act as a sleep gown on the Spider demon. He waits for them to continue, they clearly have more to say but he isn’t sure what yet.

Huntsman huffs and scoots over a little bit.

Sandy blinks and he watches them scoot over again, creating even more space on the bed. Not once has he let go of his wrist.

Huntsman looks at him with his multiple eyes, then looks to the empty space he’s created.

And then it clicks.

An invitation.

Well call Sandy selfish but he wanted the invitation to be hand-delivered and read out loud for him so there could be no room for misinterpreting. He smirks a lazy smile and leans over the bed into Huntsman’s space, he prompts himself up with a hand on the mattress.

He leans into Huntsman’s space, getting as close as the spider would allow. He smiles brightly at them and waits. He could be patient. If there was one thing he was good at, it was waiting.

The spider's face scrunches up, emotions flashing across his face faster than either of them have time to process. Looks like he needed a little push to get the words out.

“Well...goodnight.” he fakes pulling away, not even needing to go through with it because both hands grab his arm now.

“You can sleep here….you know if you want.” they offer finally and Sandy smiles brightly.

"Only if you're comfortable with it." Giving huntsman a way out if he wanted.

"It's fine…." Huntsman scoots over again giving half the bed to him.

"Pardon the intrusion then~" the be dips with his added weight and he finds himself under the covers of his bed. He will admit that the sofa wasn't as comfortable as his bed and he lets out a content sigh to be under his covers.

He pushes his luck and throws a protective arm over Huntsman's body as soon as they are comfortable under the covers. He tries not to laugh when he hears them let out a little squeak under his touch.

"Goodnight~"

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What. The. Fuck???!

Huntsman could only feel his heart beating erratically in his chest.

He already was struggling with keeping his heart rate down around Sandy. But now???

What the fuck was he thinking? Inviting Sandy into the bed with him?

Idiot. His brain must be broken, or maybe the tea Sandy has been feeding him has actually been poison and it has been affecting his thinking powers.

Yes, that must be the answer.

Today's experiments had been... inconclusive. He still couldn't figure out what about Sandy made his heartbeat like this. He couldn't tell if he was afraid of them? Felt safe around them? Hated him? Liked him??

No definitely not that last one.

So maybe inviting Sandy into the bed was another experiment. If he had more time with them maybe he could figure out why this unmanned feeling kept rising in his chest every time they were around it kept bubbling up and every time he touched him his body stopped working.

He had to figure out what Sandy was doing to him so he could stop it.

So here he was, stiffly laying in bed, in one of Sandy's oversized shirts that fell to his knees and the object of his problem.

He could hear Sandy breathing behind him and he curls his knees to his chest making himself as small as possible. He catches himself on the weak action and uncurls himself.

He would not be made weak. He would not submit under whatever Sandy was to him.

He was strong! A hunter! And he would conc-

An arm is thrown across his body interrupting his thoughts like a collapsing bridge. The large blue arm brings Huntsman closer, pressing his back to Sandy's chest as they mutter a goodnight.

He lets out a little surprised squeak and he feels rather than heard the low chuckle from Sandy's chest. That damn hand finding it's way to his hip again where it rubbed gently through the fabric.

He realizes once again he's being played with. Just a teddy bear to be used for the larger demon.

"Your not playing fair…" he growls out flexing his claws in his fist and there is another low rumble of a chuckle against his back.

"All's fair in love and war.." they explain the words vibrating down his back and into his soul.

Something clicks. And it's so loud in his mind it makes him stop breathing. Dangerous thoughts fill the spider's head and he's terrified of every single one of them.

He's faced countless dangers, killed enemies twice his size, and endured injuries that would drive a normal person mad.

None of that scared him.

But the thought of being loved was petrifying.

"Which…"

"Hmm?"

Huntsman licks his lips and shuts his eyes tightly his body is shaking, all the dangerous ideas filling him up and shaking him around like an eight ball.

"Which .. one are you playing…" he asked, this time his knees did curl into himself. He didn't have much time to hide because he's being turned around with large gentle hands and the bed dips from the shifted weight.

Sandy is above him. Arms on either side of his head, boxing him in as they hover over him like an empty threat.

His breath hitches when Sandy's eyes meet his. They are like two gems, sparkling in the low light and as precious as sapphire.

"What do you want me to play at?" They asked, their voice taking on the husky tone that makes the hairs on the back of Huntsman's neck stand up.

Once again his heart is out of control. Beating frantically against his will in his chest like a trapped hummingbird. With Sandy over him...something akin to anticipation grows. He realizes that Sandy is waiting for him to answer.

It was all on him. Everything was in his court.

He licks his lips again, opening his mouth with a few false starts before his jaw clicks shut again.

"I don't ….I don't know." He admits and Sandy gives him this sympathetic smile.

They lean forward and Huntsman's breath hitches again, he shuts his eyes waiting for what would come. He feels the most gentle and delicate kiss pressed to his eyelids. Each one of his four eyes is gently kissing. Not a single one was left out.

He lets out a little whimper under each one. The duality of his brain confuses him.

It's too much. It's not enough. He wants more. He doesn't deserve it.

He thinks Sandy will kiss him for real, he can feel the breath against his lips, hovering slightly over him. He opens his mouth with a little desperate gasp.

The kiss never comes and he opens his eyes to see Sandy pulling away.

"Let me know when you do. I can wait."

The cold he feels when Sandy pulls away and lays back down goes bone-deep.

Huntsman just lets his body sink into the mattress. His heart is pounding and his eyes feel heavy. Not because they were tired, the touch of Sandy just lingered...if he closed his eyes again he could feel the weight of his lips on them.

He wants that.

He realizes how desperately he wants this. He wants to be treated gently, he wants to be held gently and treasured like he's valuable and kissed softly and melt under the heat that was Sandy.

He turns his back to Sandy’s, curling himself protectively.

He wants it. He wants it so bad his body physically aches for touch. He must have some sort of disease to want to be touched so badly.

He wants it and yet….he knows he can’t have it. His wounds were almost healed and he would be returning to his queen soon. He would leave this wonderful little world.

A world of tea, warmth, and cats. A cozy world of tender touch and kind eyes.

It was a wonderland, and he was Alice, eventually, he would have to leave too. He hides his disappointment to the realization in between his ribs. He tucks it away and locks it uptight.

He didn’t deserve to let the feeling flourish.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Happy Birthday! 🎂For George- 15 and 19 smut plsss.

Thank you!! <3

NSFW!! This includes some male receiving oral, Dom!George, throat fucking and mentions of female receiving oral!

Come join the sleepover!

Title: Feeling Down Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Prompt: Shut up! Why don’t you come over here and make me. / Nobody cares about me

Y/N curls up into a ball in her bed, pulling her blanket around her shoulders tightly. She’s been in a terrible mood all day for no particular reason, so after dinner she walked right past all of her friends in the common room and got back into bed. It doesn’t happen very often, but every once in a while Y/N will have a day where she just feels unwanted and unloved. Usually after a bit of sulking by herself she’s fine again, so that’s what she plans on doing.

“Y/N? You alright?” George asks softly as he steps into the room.

Y/N groans. Of course it would be George that came to check up on her. They’ve only been dating for a few weeks, so he’s yet to experience one of her moods. All of Y/N’s friends know to give her space, but George hasn’t learned that lesson quite yet.

“Yes,” she responds curtly, not even bothering to turn over and look at him. “Leave me alone.”

George sighs and steps further into Y/N’s dorm, shutting the door behind him. “Clearly you’re not fine. Will you just talk to me, please?”

Y/N turns over and sits up, glaring harshly at George. “What? What do you want me to say?” she spits. “Somedays I just get in a mood and I don’t want anyone to bother me. Today is one of those days and I just feel like nobody cares about me. So, will you leave me alone?”

“Shut up,” George responds, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t say stuff like that. Tons of people care about you. I care about you. Sitting here in bed sulking is only gonna make you feel worse.”

“What did you say to me?” Y/N asks, her voice cold. Normally she’d be melting at George’s words, but truthfully she’d stopped listening after he told her to shut up.

“I told you to shut up,” George responds, puffing out his chest a little. As weird as it is, he can’t help but start to get aroused at Y/N’s harsh demeanor. He never knew his sweet, tender girlfriend has a dark side and he’s truly enjoying it.

“You want me to shut up?” she asks. When George nods Y/N can’t help but smirk. “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

George is on his knees in front of Y/N in a second, throwing the blanket away from her and pressing their lips together. One of his hands immediately trails up her leg under her skirt while the other tangles in her hair.

“Let’s see how well you can talk with my cock in your mouth,” George growls. He lays down next to Y/N and moves her in between his legs.

Y/N’s hands immediately work at the button of George’s trousers, and once she gets it undone she pulls them down to his thighs along with his boxers. She moans when his impressive length springs free, immediately wrapping her hand around him and starting to stroke.

“Not sure I wanna put it in my mouth,” Y/N teases, her thumb circling George’s sensitive head. Truthfully the sight of George’s cock makes Y/N’s mouth water with need, but she loves when George dominates her like this, and denying him what he wants most is surely going to only make him angrier.

“Don’t lie to me,” George grunts. He uses the grip he has on Y/N’s hair to bring her face down towards his crotch and when she gasps, his lifts his hips up, letting the tip of his cock between her lips and onto her tongue. Y/N immediately wraps her lips around him and starts to work her head up and down, her hand twisting at what she can’t fit in her mouth.

Y/N moans around George as his hips thrust up to meet her movements. Her stomach turns into a pool of arousal when she looks up at George to discover his eyes are trained on her mouth, watching his cock disappear in between her lips. Desperately needing to be touched, Y/N takes her free hand that had been resting on George’s stomach and starts to move it towards her core.

“No,” George growls, grabbing Y/N’s wrist. He grips it tightly, not allowing her to move it. “No touching yourself. You know the rules, only I’m allowed to touch that pretty pussy of yours.” Y/N whines as George starts to thrust into her mouth harder, fighting against his grip. She’s so unbelievably turned on and she’s desperate for some kid of relief.

Tears start to leak out of Y/N’s eyes as she gags around George’s cock, and he lets out a guttural noise. “Holy fuck, Y/N. You look so pretty like this, gagging around my cock.” George snaps his hips harder, moaning when Y/N gags. “You like it, don’t you? Like my cock hitting the back of your throat. You like me using you, my own little fuck toy.”

Y/N hums around George’s cock, her hips starting to grind down against the bed, desperately trying to find some release. George’s grip on her wrist tightens and he yanks on her hair. “Don’t be naughty,” he warns. “Gonna come down your throat and then I’ll give you what you want.”

With one more thrust of his hips and a gag from Y/N, George is moaning lowly as he releases into her mouth. As soon as his cock finishes twitching he slowly pulls out of Y/N’s mouth, a groan falling from his lips as a trail of saliva mixed with his come dribbles down her chin.

Y/N swallows all of George and wipes the drool on her chin with her thumb before she pops the digit into her mouth and sucks it off.

“You’re fucking filthy, you know that,” George pants. He releases Y/N’s wrist and grabs uses the hold he has on her hair to bring her up his body so he can press a kiss to her lips. “Feeling better?”

“Very much so,” she responds, her voice raspy and throat sore.

George kisses her hard, licking into her mouth. “Good. Now get your panties off and sit on my face. Gonna have you screaming so loud you won’t be able to talk tomorrow.”

[nerice]

🌹🌼💐🌵☁️ for Avery

☀️🍁🌲🌈 for G*** and Reina

OOOOO HECK YES LETSGO

// btw im still doing these plsss theyre so fun!!

avery edition!! i say and then realize i must answer these spoiler-free oh no!!!! :')

🌹 what’s this oc’s biggest fear

terrified of her past catching up to her!!!! there's a reason she's hiding out in an abandoned house in the woods and uses a fake name for half the story and is extremely hostile towards strangers anyone that's not lucie :3 a fear that only gets compounded after tracking the main group to ensei & realizing that on top of her own past, garvith's past is also out for her blood now. downsides to harboring a war criminal god in ur body i suppose lol

🌼 what’s your favorite thing about this oc?

teen anger personified !! extremely fun to write an oc that will jump people and go for their throats at the slightest provocation and has zero qualms or bad conscience abt it. feral teeth girl Fun :3

💐 where is this oc’s favorite place to relax?

secret inner mind sanctum/the mindspace she shares with garvith (that is. ironically the ruins of nerice but it's too dark to tell for most of the story uwu) spends a lot of time spaced out resting there in body mind and soul until garvith reminds her of a nearby Presence (lucie who's been snapping her fingers in front of avery's face for the past minute) a. recuperating from A Lot Of Shit by lying on top of garvith's massive serpent body and listening to his heart beat, she could almost mistake it for her own :)

🌵 how does this oc feel about physical affection?

exactly as this emoji implies>>>>🌵<<<<< LOL she's ok with lucie hugging her and dragging her around but everyone else is at bite risk. it is partly due to her body issues and she comes around on some forms of affection (kissing, mostly, is fun it turns out) but remains quick to slip away or choose violence at a moment's notice rip

☁️ what is this oc’s clothing style like?

Oh lol has exactly one (1) style and that's wide, faded print shirts over shorts and the most fucked up sneakers you've ever seen. + the embroidered jacket lucie bought her :3>

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no matter how much time passes avery is still my first ever fave oc at heart..... prince<3..... rest under the cut bc length babey

im gonna answer the r/g ones in conjunction bc it's what they deserve lol

☀️ does this oc make good or bad first impressions?

reina obv makes jawdropping first impressions. first true ruler the maker and god of everything and even if you don't know you can tell. regal aura that cannot be denied but depending on your disposition towards her, that part may make a terrible impression (-->JUMIE...)

NOW OTOH. you'd think gray makes terrible first impressions HOWEVER!!!!! black swan times play pretend is REAL and most times, he comes across as perfectly normal :3> knows to be nice and charming and play up his charisma & most of all has learned that people are more likely to leave you alone if you are casual abt meeting them instead of outwardly antagonistic, bc that's usually how he ends up in fights. linn always has a field day watching others fall for his social persona & loves to interrupt and make it harder on him. && rly at the end of the day, it, like everything else, comes down to his whims. catch him in a bad mood and you get exactly what you'd expect from a guy looking like he was run over by a truck 2 minutes ago

🍁 what’s this oc’s favorite genre of movies/tv shows/books/etc?

oh evil overlap here :3 reina is highly invested in anything luxurious i.e. high society theater, stage performances, etc. it captivates her but usually it's the surrounding vibes rather than the content so the actual genre does not matter at all. gray is :) much the same in which he rly only takes to reading & read he does, copious amounts of books, to take his mind off things (the pain) but he doesn't give a shit abt what the books are about. extremely offputting habit of picking up random books and start reading somewhere in the middle and abandoning them before he ever reaches the conclusion lol

🌲 what is this oc’s greatest strength and weakness?

for reina they go hand in hand and it's her damned martyr complex :') the ability to give her life and song for those she loves and the world and who/whatever else she thinks she owes.. + in conjunction with her (fading) immortality leading to worse and worse situations where she scrapes by death closer and closer. exemplified best by deciding that killing gray is her responsibility bc she tore a hole in the moons and created soulless & almost dying to the burn wounds he inflicts on her :)🔪

(DOING THEM TOGETHER IS EXTREMELY FUN HELLO)

gray's greatest strength is the fact that he is unkillable so we all have to put up with him. his biggest weakness is that he is a self-pitying pathetic loser who refuses to take responsibility for anything he's ever done (fair. but like why does he have to make it everyone else's problem h)

🌈 what does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

m. it's not so much like and dislike with reina bc of the ✨truckload of existential pressure✨ from being the first true ruler. she hates that she only ever makes mistakes, her inability to bring peace and build a better future for those she loves, how powerless she is despite being all-powerful. and.. 'like' might be the wrong word, but she is incredibly conceited abt her looks (RIGHTFULLY ma'am.. ) impeccable hair game is one of her main points of pride. which is why it sucks extra bad when she has to shave it all off post-burn wound and it never quite grows back in the same way. :^)

gray externalizes literally all his problems and emotions. if he likes anything about himself then it is Being With Linnea, and he fucking loathes being soulless. ✨suffer asshole✨

[wenwenbittercake]

✨AIZAWA X READER✨

(Thank you so much for reading my fan fiction. There's not much fluff. A little bit of smut so you know. Also swearing. If you can't take teacher x reader plsss don't read this.)

You just started UA and the first thing you realize was you're tall handsome teacher with long wavy black hair. You seated at the corner of the class giving you a perfect view of your teacher.

" Good morning everyone my name is Shouta Aizawa you can call me mr. Aizawa. From now on I'll be your homeroom teacher so no funny business around me." he said as he gave a smirk to the class making everyone giggle but it's a smirk you will remember for the rest of your life.

You watched him carefully as he teach but your mind is not on the subject but on him. To be honest he's the most handsome guy you have ever seen in your life. His facial features and his body is perfect. Like an angel that fall from Heaven, his voice is like music to your ears. No voice in this world can calm you down like this. He always wear baggy clothes but you wonder, how much muscles are he hiding behind those clothes. Huge rule at your teacher has veiny strong hands, you wish he didn't you down with then.

The Best Is Yet To Come, when you and your class practice on the field, I saw our would roll his sleeves up to his elbow, showing his car covered on once he wore a sleeveless shirt causing you to have a nose bleed. It was embarrassing but it's worth it.

Because of this, you start to lack on his subject making aizawa move you to sit in front of his desk. This gave you a chance to admire him close. His scar Place perfectly under his right eye, and his eyes, those pitch dark eyes that you got hypnotized even though he's not using his quirk.

"RingggRingggRinggg!" The bell rang and everyone in the class run for their lives to the cafeteria, except you, he got out last so you could admire your teacher till the last minute.

"Y/N can you meet me in my office after school, we need to talk about your grace." He said with disappointment that makes you feel guilty for a moment.

You nodded and left. It's 3 p.m. and students are running towards they're busses or walking back home. Except you, you are now standing in front of mr. Aizawa's office. Your fingertips are cold. You realize that you're great start to descend but it stops at Bs or Cs. You're really nervous about this. Before you knock on the door you heard...

"Come in."

You walk in, closing the door behind you quietly, and set on the seat in front of his desk. He sign and passed you a pile of paper. These are your current test scores and they are filled with Fs. You feel like the blood from your body has been drained.

"Y/N, do you know if you keep on going like this you will fail on the finals."

"I-i know." You look down on the table not being able to look him in the eyes.

All of a sudden, he walk up to your seat, placing his right hand on the table and his left on the back of your chair. His face so dangerously close to yours. Look you straight in the eyes and said..

"So tell me, what's distracting you so much?" Does he know? No way.

"Umm-i"

"Tell me what's more interesting then my lesson?hmm?" You look away. Your face is as red as a tomato.

"Tell me!" He raised his voice a little making you jolts and panic. You can't think straight anymore. How would you reply? And then... It happened.

Your soft Rosy lips touches his. When you realize what's going on you jolted back. You look him in the eyes. He looked shocked. Out of words and look at you like WTF happened? What have you done? You just read your relationship with your teacher. What do you expect him to do, kiss you back? Tears start to fall, due to the embarrassment and sadness.

"I-i'm so sorry." You said as you run out of the office.

The next morning was awkward you can't even look him in the eyes.

"RinggRinggggRingg!"

"Y/N can we talk for a moment?" You weren't expecting that from him, after what happened. You walk towards his chair what's up your eyes fixed on the marble floor and your hands behind your back.

"So about yesterday.."

"Right, he'll be having extra classes with me, I will help you with the failing grades. " you look surprised and happy in the same time. You got to see him more.

"Really?"

" yep, is your homeroom teacher, it's my responsibility to teach you, isn't it?" He gave you a slide smirk. You blush that it an attempt to hide it.

"A-about yesterday."

"Oh don't worry about it." You look shocked. Really? He really don't mind? Of course, and his eyes you're just a naive little child, nothing much.

"However..." he said as he pull you towards him, making you fall on his chest, positioning you to sit on his lap, facing him.

"...we need to work on that kiss of yours."

"B-but this is wrong."

"I know, but it feels so good, doesn't it?" He whispered into your ears in a deep voice making you want to melt in his hands.

You've been in this little Affair for 2 years. However, you feel like time flies faster when you're beside him. You want to be with him till the end. You know this relationship won't last but you still hope it did. You gave all of you to aizawa. Every inch of your body and soul. You love him a lot. Your grades got higher even though you didn't do much work. Every day, you come to school just to meet Mr aizawa. You were loved, you are appreciated, feelings that you never felt before. He told you you were his everything, but sometimes he gave you looks as if. .. he regrets it. No way, why should he regretted it feels so good doesn't it?

Your graduation got nearer and Shouta has been ignoring you for these past couple of days. You didn't get the wink when he passes you or private lessons that you crave to have. He wouldn't call you or text you anymore. Even if you sent him photos and text messages. You felt hurt a little. Maybe it's because then final exams are getting close. Or maybe because he's just busy. He felt neglected. Is he bored of me? Does he not like me anymore? But he said I'm his everything. Is it because I'm not pretty enough but he said I'm perfect. The thoughts filled in your head as you walked toward his office. As you are about to knock the door, you heard. ..

"I'm coming home early today."

"Hmm, I promise I won't be late this time."

"Hahah I know I know."

"Yea love you bie." Aizawa said as he ends the call.

You feel the similar cold feeling. Is he meeting other people? Is it his wife? Wait he's married? Who is this person he's talking to? Maybe his family member? Am I not good enough did I do something wrong?

"Y/N" you snap out of your thoughts but I saw was voice. He look like he's ready to go back home.

" ..you're supposed to be home 30 minutes ago. What are you doing here?"

" I thought we were supposed to have our tutor session today?"

"Oh-um no need for that, your grades not bad these days, I don't think you need them anymore."

Is he fucking serious? Why is he playing dump now? You didn't even let anything in tutor sessions, are you both do is fuck. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You know this wouldn't last, why are you crying now?

"Y/N are you alright?" He asked does he pull you into the office. He locked the door behind him and knocks you what's going on but you wouldn't listen. You start to strip in front of him.

"W-wait, not today I gotta go somewhere."

" I thought anything can wait if it's me?" You said as he drop on your knees and start to take off his belt.

"W-wait but this is important!"

" I thought I'm the most important thing in the world?" You said as you slip his cock into your mouth.

"W-wait auhhh."

The graduation music plays outside the school. Every student is happy, taking photos with their friends and families. Not you though.

"W-what are you say?"

" it hurts to say this but we need to stop this relationship. It's not healthy anyways." You can't believe what you just heard. Said by a men who promise to never leave you behind.

"Wait did I do something wrong? I promise I can fix it, please just don't leave me." Uhealth on mr. Aizawa has arm like your life depends on it. The last thing he wants to do is to make you cry but he knows he has to end this fast. He hugs you tightly.

" no no, it's not your fault it's mine. I'm so sorry." He hugs you tightly. You cried into his shoulder. It hurts a lot.

"Just forget about everything, just pretend nothing ever happened. Could you do that for me?" How could you forget all of it and live on a normal life. These are the things you can never forget even if you try to. But you just want to make him proud, so your nodded hesitantly.

"Good girl." He said as he kiss your tears away.

"O-only if we do it one last time.. Please?" He's not expecting that from a shy girl like you. He expect him to say no but...

"How can I say no when you asked me so nicely. " he said I should look around and pull you into the nearest classroom.

It's been weeks since you've seen Aizawa. He stops replying your text and stop picking up your calls. You missed him so much. You want to see him again even though you promised not to. The tightening feeling on your chest wouldn't come off unless you see him. Your friends realize this so they call you to meet them at a mall. You've been ignoring your friends for a really long time so you decided to go with them this time. He stood in front of a cupcake shop. Waiting for your friends who are always late. You look around to find them and then you saw it, that wavy dark hair you used to play with, that pitch dark eyes you adore.

"Shouta!" Can't think straight anymore, you only know you want to touch him you miss him you need him. You hug him tightly.

"I missed you!"

"Y/N!" He didn't hug you back like he used to.

"Sho who's this?" A woman voice appeared behind him.

"Oh-um this is my student that recently graduated." He said as he looked at you like a stranger. A person he never met before.

"Oh how sweet. Hi my name is wife/name. I'm your teacher's wife."

"Umm nice to meet you."

"Um-oh I forgot. We have to go to the doctor's office soon." He said as he pulled his wife hand and walk away. Didn't even bother to say goodbye. From a distant you heard...

"Sho why u being so rude. She seems close to you."

"Oh it's nothing, she's just a student from my class, nothing special."

Nothing special? He dropped to the ground. The world around you crashes. Nothing special? Is this what he sees you all the time. All the love, all the kisses, all the sex. They are all fake. When he said you're his world, his everything, his only one. They're all lies. How stupid of you to not notice that he used you all this time? You are nothing to him. You are nothing more than a play thing for him. You're nothing more than a pet. A teacher's pet.

(Dammm this fan fiction hit hard. I'm sorry that I didn't put explicit smut. I just don't like writing them. I write this fan fiction to explain that teacher x student stuff can end in bad ways. Sorry that this is not the spicy stuff you all use to read. I hope you all can for give and thank you for read. 😓😓🙏🙏🙏💗💕💕💗✨✨✨)

(Ik this man would never do something like that😭😭)