#he wrecked me and it was straight up euphoric

[soft-lee]

First thing he said to me when he got home from work was "On the bed, arms up. I'm not asking. Don't make me say it again." 🫠

[fbfh]

making out with Leo hcs

wc: 1.3k

warnings: making out (obvs),

genre: fluff (and little mild pinch of spice here and there), sfw

pairing: Leo x gn reader

song recs: I stood on my feet for 6 hours straight and all I could think about was you - tea, acolyte - slaughter beach dog

a/n: I couldn't resist w the gif. also GOD this man will be the death of me. I can feel him so viscerally and I need a smooch immediately

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This motherfucker is a kissing MACHINE

Making out with Leo can happen at almost any time

For almost any reason

Bc let’s be real

Who in their right goddamn mind wouldn’t want to make out with him at the drop of a hat

At any and every possible opportunity

So yeah lucky for you

And lucky for Leo

Making out is a very, very frequent occurrence

God Leo just gets lost in you

As cheesy as it may sound

He gets so blissed out from your taste and your smell

The feeling of your lips on his, your skin against his hands, his tongue in your mouth

He literally loses all sense of time and is just in this euphoric haze 

After about three or four seconds he can feel himself just melt into you

And after that?? He’s gone

He’s on another planet

In a whole entirely different world

His hands are everywhere

In your hair, on your face, your neck and waist and ass

Grabbing your legs and caressing you so affectionately, his hands roaming all over your body and slipping under your clothes

And god holding your face??????

That one’s your favorite

When he holds your face in his big warm hands, stroking your skin 

His soft lips are all over yours, tongue slipping playfully into your mouth as he sighs and moans against your lips

His soft breaths puffing over your skin while he works his lips against yours

He’s so happy and so relaxed like this

God you just make him feel so happy

So good and relaxed and warm 

So whole and fuzzy inside

And seriously 

He will make out with you at any and every possible opportunity 

Lazy morning makeouts peppered in between the smell of minty toothpaste and fresh coffee 

Your soft pajamas rub against his skin and you still smell like sleep 

He never knows if he’s flushed from being cuddled under warm blankets or from how sweetly you smile and hum against his lips when he wraps his arms around you

These are sprinkled throughout your whole morning routine 

He’ll sneak in little kisses and love bites while the he starts making you your favorite breakfast

Oh that’s another thing

He fucking loves cooking for you

Especially in the morning when you look all soft and sleepy

Like since you moved in together you literally can’t remember the last time you made your own breakfast

Or on busy days you have the exciting rushed indulgent “one more kiss before we go” kisses

That obviously turn into hurried makeouts

God he’s just addicted to you

Because it’s never just one more kiss

It’s the one after that

And after that

And the murmured “I love you- love you so much-” against your lips

Until you’re a giggling flustered wreck insisting you’ll both be late

And every single time part of him wants to say fuck it

Wrap you up in his arms and throw you on the couch and kiss you until you both pass out

Or yk… something else happens…

And then there are the equally lovely I’m so glad to finally see you after such a long day makeouts

You know, the ones where Leo enters smelling like metal and covered in grease and his hair’s all rumpled and pushed back out of his face

And he drops his bag and lets out the biggest sigh and before you’re even done greeting him he takes your face in his hands and gives you this big messy relieved kiss that melts into a full on makeout before he finally pulls away and looks at you so sweetly

“Hi,” he says softly

You greet him back with a flustered giggle and despite how tired he is he gives you the warmest most organic sincere smile

He would be amazed that you can always make him smile no matter how exhausted he is

But you’re really just that amazing so he can’t say he’s too surprised

Then there are the times where you’re out somewhere or at some event and Leo finds any excuse to slip away with you

You think maybe his social battery is running low

Until he pins you against the wall so you can suck face until you absolutely have to go back out there

He’s gotten in the habit of making a mental note of where any good quiet makeout spots are whenever y’all are anywhere 

It’s not that he can’t keep his hands to himself

But like 

You’re you 

Of course he’s going to jump at any and every opportunity to kiss you breathless and get to hold you close to him and feel your body press against his

Kissing you 

Making out with you

It makes his brain so quiet

And as an adhd genius, that’s not a luxury he gets very often

You’re an oasis of peace in the hurricane of chaos that is his life

And he truly has never been happier since knowing you

He just gets overwhelmed with his love and adoration for you

And usually kissing you does the trick

But sometimes after a while of feeling you grab at his shirt and melt into his touch

After feeling your pulse speed up when he bites at your neck to make you gasp a little

After being so, so close to you and hearing all of your little breaths and noises and sighs

He gets a little frisky

Playful if you will

But can you blame him??

You just look so extra cute when you get like this

I hope you don’t get flustered easily bc he will tease the shit out of you just to see you bury your face in his neck when you get all embarrassed from the attention

And he will find more and more ways to make you a flustered mess when he gets like this during a makeout sesh

Your favorite 

And subsequently his 

Is when he just fuckin

Scoops you up and tosses you onto the nearest surface

This can go one of two ways so we’ll be discussing the non lemon flavored one here

Yes he loves seeing you turn into a flustered mess bc of him

Yes he loves how nervous you get and how easily you respond to all of his licks and kisses and love bites

But god he just loves the intimacy of it all

Getting to lay on top of you on a soft couch with your legs wrapped around him

Holding your face and caressing your body with his hands, every brush of his fingertips telling you over and over how much he loves you

How amazing you are

How he thanks the gods and the fates every goddamn day that you’re in his life at all

Much less to this extent

He loves listening to your blood thrum and your breaths rise and fall

He loves the way you smell, the sound of your voice when it’s all quiet and up close like this

He just loves you

And he will express that in many ways, including making out with you as often as he possibly feasibly can

Because Leo is a firm believer that if you’re lucky enough to bag a catch like you, you kiss them and tell them you love them as often as possible

And get them a lot of flowers

Only some of which are a little charred

And you wouldn’t have them any other way

[stillaclownlol]

FROWNY. I know I commented some of my thoughts already (and already gave you an ask about it) but I have more and the comments have a word limit so I’m just gonna say them here:

ADAM. ADAM. I’m sorry but I think he’s my favourite character. Like THE RITUAL WITH HIM AND PERSEPHONE?? HER SAYING “They didn’t believe me”????? EXCSUE ME??? HELLO?? GIRL?? I cannot BELIEVE the amount of happenings I’ve just read. Like WHAT. He hasn’t woken up yet but like omg my baby my boy please come here and let me HUG YOU. He’s been going through it this whole book and he genuinely needs a hug I just wanna squeeze him and keep him safe UGHHHH.

ANYWAY. SO. Gansey and Blue??? CUTE AF?? Sad her and Adam aren’t together but honestly saw it coming — I was just in denial really. Like he’s literally her TRUE LOVE. There’s NO WAY she wouldn’t fall for him. I’m happy they considered Adam’s feelings though, but like OMG THE MOUNTAIN SCENE?? It was so cute and I could picture it so well in my mind like… (if you don’t remember what scene I’m referring to it’s the one after Adam’s scrying where Blue and Gansey drive off to clear their heads and then they stop at this beautiful scenery and then feelings get blown and they are REALLY cute)

UM. KAVINSKY?? HELLO?? I thought he was just some random jerk?? HE CAN DO SHIT WITH HIS DREAMS TOO?? And what’s with all the gay jokes?? My guy is so fruity, he calls Ronan “sweetheart” and “princess” this man is NOT STRAIGHT. like at all. Also Ronan??? RONAN??? KILL ME RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I CANT BELIVE HE DID THAT?? WITH THE CAMARO?? GENUINELY SCREAMED WHEN THAT HAPPENED??? And HIS EUPHORIC LAUGHTER?? HE SMILED?????? PLEASE CAN I HAVE MORE OF THAT????

Gray Man is ehh still, like he and Maura are cute I guess and he figured out Greywaren was a someones instead of a something but also okay?? I mean at least he isn’t gonna kidnap them or kill them? (At least, I hope not because I’m not done with the book)

Last thing I wanna talk about before I go read again: I officially love the Lynch brothers (like maybe not Declan YET but I’m only on book 2) and the Gansey’s aren’t all that bad. I also just want Adam to find someone who’d love him because he’s been so deprived of it his whole life like UGHHH ADAM??? I wanna cry he’s such a wreck 😭

Ok rant over !

NOOOOO YOURE AT THE RITUAL SCENE? PLEASEEEE BROKE MY HEART FR 😭😭😭

Omg the mountain scene. THE MOUNTAIN SCENE. THE DRIVE- SLDHOSBDOD IT WAS SO- AUGGHHHH. anyways don't worry Adam will also get his happiness 🙂‍↕️

THE KAVINSKY PLOT TWIST WAS CRAZYYYYY LMAO. also yeah he's fruity af kshjdbfsi.

WHEN HE CRASHED THE CAMARO KAHDJHDKS RIGHT AFTER GANSEY WAS THINKING ABOUT IT 💀 KILLED ME-

Grey Man is whatever I appreciate his help but like lowkey you shouldn't have been there in the same place-

The Lynch Brothers drive me insane in the best possible way ~

ADAM WILL FIND LOVE I PROMISEEEEE <3

[fuckzachariah]

Zach couldn’t focus. On anything. He tried to discern the girl’s body language, her expressions, but she only came to him in jagged, high-contrast cuts of vision, vibrating and bursting at the sides of his head. The line for the club got too loud, strangers mistaking their interaction for an innocent fan-and-celebrity exchange, taking it as an open invite curbside meet and greet. Closing in on all sides. He felt fucking nuts. He tittered up and down the bowl of a valley, always somewhere between violence and mania. The drugs started to feel bad. That wouldn’t fly. He needed something else, more. “What?” he frowned, shaking his head like an involuntary tic. “Her interest isn’t important. Thats not what this is.” He felt himself growing irritated, incapable of even distracting himself with the attractive but foreign make up of this tightrope of a woman.

She smiled, he thought. Maybe she did. And she agreed. Agreed to try? He turned as she turned, leaning through his car to get to the glovebox and fish out a box of old cigarettes. With one hanging from his lips, he checked for a light and failed, groaning in frustration, then snuck a bump under the guise of the door. A throaty sigh of relief rattled up from his chest and he took a euphoric beat, letting it spin through his veins like gold. He turned back on a pivot, startling the small pocket of folks gathering nearby. “Anyone got a lighter?” And three appeared within seconds. He took one, lit his cigarette, relished in the feeling of his empty, empty body inflating with all the rot he force-fed it. “Thanks - no - no, don’t fucking talk to me. Thanks for that, though.”

The girl appeared again, towering with not just her natural height but her impossibly high heels over the crowd, and Zach erected in response. Behind her, a much smaller woman, hair to her hips and her hips so visible through her dress it might’ve wrecked him if he weren’t already in disrepair. Seeing Alex was like being slapped; he remembered everything, all at once, a fucking train running straight through his chest. Their fight. The last thing he said to her. Her leaving. The numbness. How fucking boring and bleak it all got. His mom, his mom, his fucking mother. His never-should’ve-been-a-mother. So unbelievably selfish, so cruel; the child that had to be his, the child he didn’t want but couldn’t let her have. “Fuck,” he muttered, throwing the half-burned thing to the ground. Her face fell when she saw him, then gave way to something worse; anger. She hated him. Didn’t even want to see him, speak to him. But he needed her, he’d need her forever. Didn’t she know that? Didn’t she need him too? Zach abandoned his car with the door hanging ajar, coming up hot on her tail. He reached to grab her then jerked back as though scolded, thinking better of it. She’d hate that too.

“Ale,” he began, skirting around her and blocking her path. She looked beautiful, but ruined. Red eyes and a swollen mouth, lip gloss halfway up her face, dress strap hanging like a hammock from her shoulder. “Alex.” He hadn’t gotten this far in his mind. He hadn’t planned for this part. Words evaded him as he sought desperately after them, trying to configure any combination at all that might convince her to get into his car with him so he could just talk it through. Talk it out. Scream. He needed her. Wasn’t that the gist? “I need-” that wasn’t right. She’d only assume he was begging for her back, which she’d refuse. But he couldn’t say it here, not in front of strangers. In front of anyone but her. He cleared his throat, head twitching involuntarily. He sniffed. “I need. To be fucking selfish right now. Okay? I can’t say - here -” he glanced over her shoulder to all the onlookers. “Please. Can you just come with me? Please?”

Naomi’s brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to decipher. His movements were unnaturally sharp and disconnected, prompting her to recall the rumors she had heard about him. While her father had retired from Hollywood, she continued to savor the perks of his past, attending opulent partiers and premieres, mingling with today’s most influential figures. It was known that Zach Winthrop had a penchant for certain substances, so it came as no surprise to her that he appeared under the influence now. Sobriety, she believed, was a façade – something PR teams spoon-fed to the media to salvage a tarnished reputation. He was no different. As he removed his designer sunglasses, her suspicions were confirmed. His pupils were mere pinpricks, his eyes red and glazed over. She nodded subtly, acknowledging that despite being complete strangers to one and other they already shared a lot in common. Observing him swiftly put each member of security in their place with his degrading threats, she understood why Alex had chosen not to respond to his messages. His arrogance likely held no appeal to her friend, but Naomi found it strangely enticing.

He turned back to her and with each uttered word, her confusion deepened. He spoke of her best friend as if he knew her intimately, demanding her presence as if he had a right to it. “I can try. You know how she is. Right now, I’ve gathered that she’s uninterested.” Alex had not responded to single message, yet he seemed oblivious to the hint. Perhaps she was one of those all-too-common celebrity figures who could not accept rejection. If he didn’t know Alex, he was in for a real treat. Naomi’s eyes narrowed to near slits, her full lips shaping into a fiendish grin. This promised to be entertaining. “I’ll see what I can do.” She turned on her heel, effortlessly bypassing a long line of waiting patrons to return to the nightclub. Naomi paid the situation little mind. Surely if Alex were involved with Zach Winthrop, she would have said something by now. He wasn’t even her type, but Naomi anticipated getting a kick out of watching her petite companion embarrass him in front of everyone. A bit of humbling might do him well. The music pulsed throughout the vibrant club, bodies sweaty and swaying in unison on the dancefloor. Naomi slipped between them, making her way back to their private section, finding Alex exactly where she left her.

Only now, she sat on this stranger’s lap, enveloped in a full-on embrace. Naomi playfully rolled her eyes, her hand curling around Alex’s shoulder to capture her attention. “Ale,” she called out, but Alex remained fully engaged in the kiss, blissfully unaware of her presence. “Alex,” her voice grew firmer, yanking her backward. “I have a surprise for you. Come.” She gestured towards the exit with a tilt of her head. Alex turned, in a drug-induced haze and refused to move her perch. “Let’s go. Come on,” Naomi insisted. The brunette rose reluctantly to her feet, gently wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her lip gloss had transferred to her cheek, leaving the rest smeared over her date’s lips, face, and neck. Alex glimpsed behind her, a pining smile stretching from ear to ear. “What could possibly be more important than this? A paid-for trip to rehab?” She mouthed that she would be back briefly, encouraging him to stay. Naomi laughed, “If you go, then that means I have to. This is a little more fun for both of us.” She steered them back toward the exit doors, a cool brisk air welcoming them as they stepped out onto the pavement.

Alex lifted her head, the breath caught in her throat. What the fuck was he doing here? She locked eyes with him, and the emotions she had fiercely suppressed throughout the night began to surface, piercing through the haze of inebriation. Not a single one of them positive. She turned to Naomi, her neck arching back in disbelief. Her eyes were wide. “You invited him here?” Alex scoffed, her tongue finding a home in the side of her cheek. Without waiting for a response, she turned to stride toward the valet booth, “Fuck this.”

[shiggyscumrag]

How the MHA boys react to their chubby s/o wearing their clothes<3

I also plan on making a demon slayer and haikyuu version so look out for that hoessss

Midoriya Izuku

Dude he would flip, but like in a positive way-

He would get so flustered and immediately start muttering on and on about how pretty you look and try to poorly hide his embarrassment

He would find it really cute, plus he wears slightly bigger sized shirts so it wouldnt fit to tight on you

And even if it did he would find it absolutely adorable

You wearing one of his shirts that literally say "shirt" and a pair of his sweats to go along with it and it would be one of his new favorite things

He would ask if he could take a picture to save as his new homescreen deadass

He just cant get over how adorbale you look so of course hes gonna get all flustered and lovey dovey

10/10 would cuddle you for the rest of the night and not let you leave. Sleepover timeeeee

"What are you wearing?" He said as he stumbled across you in one of his shirts and sweats. You were bored and uncomfy in your jeans and tshirt so you decided it was a good idea to steal some of your boyfriends clothes to get more comfortable. Of course he was a little smaller in size then you but it would still work.

"I got uncomfortable and I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some clothes to change into. I can change if you want-"

"No no no, you're okay! I mean I like you in my clothes, and I'm glad they make you comfortable! I just didnt know what you were doing and I was a little confused at first but you look really cute so I really don't mind at all, I swear! I was just a little startled-" you were interrupted by Izuku's rambling. He always did this when he was nervous. All you could really do is chuckle, and have your cheeks blush slightly at the compliments while getting comfy on his bed.

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou thought it was a dumb idea at first, like he just didnt get it

Though after your persistent meddling he gave in and gave you one of his shirts

After you put it on and showed him he got all flustered and very horny

He felt weirdly proud about it, it was like a way of marking you as his and he liked that

And omg when you stole and wore a pair of his boxers, he fucking malfunctioned. Heres how the scenario would go in my head-

"Welcome back Katsuki!" You said cheerfully from further inside his dorm.

"Ah, what are you doing here shitty woman! I'm tired and want to go to bed-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw you laying on his bed in his boxers and his classic skull tshirt. He didnt realize how horny he had been but now the bulge in his pants was very prominent and uncomfortably tight.

"See something you like katsu?" You teased. You knew he had been stressed from interning lately and I mean so have you, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Hell yeah I do." He said crossing the room fast and finding your lips. A heated makeout session started, you had sat up and placed your hands on his chest starting to undo his tie and unbutton his uniform shirt. He pulled away and smirked grabbing you by the chin making you look at him.

"You're such a naughty girl." He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, hissing when the cool air hit his cock. "Now get to sucking slut." You smirked and went down to lick his slit, some pre hitting your taste buds making you mewl. You began to bob your head at a steady pace. He groaned as his head fell back, a hand falling behind your head guiding your movements.

"Such a good little slut for me. Got any panties under here?" He said snapping the elastic of his boxers, leaving a delicious sting on your hip. You hummed causing another groan to rip through his throat. He pulled you off his cock with a pop.

"Is that a yes or a no sweet cheeks?" He said dragging his thumb against your drool soaked lips

"No sir, I dont have any panties on." You say, eyes half lidded and full of lust.

"Good answer-" He started as he pinned you down on the bed and left a chaste kiss on your lips. "Cause I was gonna take em' off anyways."

Kirishima Eijiro

When you first ask if you could borrow a shirt and pants to wear to sleep in his dorm he gladly excepted

He found it to be quote on quote "the manliest thing ever"

He would feel bad that his clothes are tight on you so he buys a couple over sized ones and wears them to get them to smell like him and next time you come to trade out hoodies he gives you those in hopes it'll make you feel more comfy

He would def also steal your clothes

He would love to wear your hoodies around the dorm and flex about having them

He loves that you feel comfortable enough to wear his clothes and to also let him wear yours

It's a trust and comfort thing that he finds the most adorbale

It makes him feel so happy, you make him so happy<3

You heard a knock on your door. You got up from your bed and made your way to the door as whoever it was continued to knock. You opened it up to see a red head with sharp teeth grinning widely at you.

"Hey kiri!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped one arm around your waist and chuckled at your kiss.

"I came by to swap hoodies again! Yours stopped smelling like you." He said with a pout on his lips.

"Ah its okay baby, I'll give you another one!" You said with a smile.

Todoroki Shouto

Shouto would be confused on why exactly you would want to wear his clothes when you have your own that are perfectly fine

But he would still find it oddly comforting and very cute

He didn't really know that was a thing that couples do, you know trading clothes

So you would steal his hoodies and you would give him yours to sleep in

Dude he would get so happy

He would put your hoodie on for the first time alone in his dorm after you dropped it off and gave him a kiss goodnight

So he puts it on and just feels so comfy and at home in a sense. He just feels so calm and at peace with the world

Plus when he realizes it smells like you he goes wild

Would sleep in it every night and every morning he would fold it neatly and place it on his pillow so that when he gets home after a long day of class and interning with his dad he can wear it straight out his shower and smell your scent and be able to go to sleep peacefully that night

He can only hope his hoodies make you feel the same way yours do to him

"I can have this?" He says holding out the hoodie of yours you just gave him to be able to wear, a stoic expression still painted on his face.

"Well yeah! I thought since you let me have yours that you could have mine!" You said with a smile. Shoto couldn't help the heat that started to flush his face. He never knew that this is what couples do. He just knew they cuddled, kissed, held hands, and went on dates. He didn't know you could exchange clothing as a form of affection, but when you asked to have one of his hoodies he did love the idea of you wearing them. Shoto liked it even more when he saw you around the dorm in them.

"Thank you y/n. I appreciate it greatly." He spoke.

"Of course roni!" You said leaning in and pecking his lips "Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite!" You said skipping towards the girls dorms.

"Goodnight. Sleep well." He said softly. You smiled and waved goodbye. Once you rounded the corner and he could no longer see you he entered his room now staring at the hoodie once again.

He pushed the hoodie over his head and put his arms through. He adjusted the material until he was comfortable. He looked in the mirror and stated to go red. He was wearing your hoodie. He started to get this euphoric feeling of relief. A sense of home is what he felt while wearing it. He tucked himself into bed and laid his head on his pillow when he got a sudden whiff of your scent. It smelled like you too. He felt even more comfy now. He went to sleep peacefully that night. It felt like he was going to sleep in your arms. It was amazing. He now wears it every night and when it doesnt smell like you anymore he asks for you to wear it to make it smell like you again. You have definitely created a monster-

Mezo Shoji

Shoji is a pretty big fella and because of his quirk his clothes are kinda unique

BUT his pants and boxers are normal and can fit you fairly well

I feel like he would also get over sized clothes to lounge in so he feels less restricted so that's a bonus for you

So now you steal his pants all the time when your too lazy to go to your dorm and change or if you haven't done laundry and your out of comfy clothes

Plus you steal his boxers to basically substitute them as spandex shorts

I feel like he wouldnt know that he would like seeing you in his clothes until he did and he would get really happy.

And he finds it incredibly sexy when you wear his boxers, like damn you finna get WRECK-

You have once again stolen one of Shojis pair of boxers to wear as spandex, cause their just so comfy! Your boyfriend was currently downstairs in the kitchen getting you guys snacks for your movie night in his dorm.

You had gotten one his boxers and hid your panties in your pants and folded them nicely over on the nightstand. He came in with his hands full of popcorn, candy, and drinks. Not the healthiest but for sure yummy!

"Here let me help bubs!" You say getting out from under the blanket and standing to help grab stuff from his hands. He stared down at your lower stomach, hips, and thighs seeing them covered in the print of one his boxers. He was used to you stealing his pants and boxers but their was something different this time. Something in him snapped. "You okay Shoji?" You asked placing your hands on his chest after already setting the drinks and candy down. Popcorn still in one hand he took the other and stroked your cheek.

"I'm okay love. I see you stole my boxers again." One of his arms finding its place to settle on your hip.

"Oh yeah I did. I didn't feel like running back all the way to my dorm just to change." You spoke "Is that okay?" You asked, a silent plead in your eyes for it to be okay with him.

"Yeah it's okay." He said bending down and nuzzling his cheek against yours. You hummed in contentment before speaking.

"I'll get the movie ready!" You said running over to his laptop on his desk across the room. Shoji saw your pants folded neatly on his night stand where he was gonna set the popcorn and drinks so they were easier to reach. He set down the popcorn on the bed and picked up your pants accidentally unfolding them and causing your panties to fall on the floor at his feet. A flush crossed Shojis face, a scorching heat firing through his body. This is the straw that broke the camel's back.

You couldn't figure out what movie you wanted to watch. You just scrolled and scrolled and scrolled through Netflix's recommended page finding absolutely nothing. Next thing you knew you felt Shojis hands wrap around you waist and his face right next to your ear.

"Shoji what are you-"

"No panties huh?" He interrupted.

That's all you needed to hear to know you were gonna have a long night filled with hours of unwatched watched movies and a bunch of screens saying "Are you still watching?"

Hanta Sero

He would praise the ever loving dog snot out of your bro

Dude he would praise you left and right, up and down, side to side which is basically the same thing as left to right but we wont talk about it

He absolutely loves it

He never knew he needed this until now and he is never going back

He loves how you look in his clothes so he would for sure start getting slightly oversized stuff so it will fit you more comfortably so you dont have an excuse not to wear his clothes

Even though he would be perfectly content if you only wore them in his dorm, he just wants you in his clothes now 24/7

He would also steal your clothes<3 and he would always say he likes how they smell like you AHHHHHHH

"Come on, do a little twirl for me!" Sero teased as he spun his finger around in a circle.

"Sero!" You said, you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. He loved when you got all hit and bothered by his praise so he always teases you.

"You just look so damn good~" he said as he snaked his arms around your waist. He leaned in making you eager and lean in as well. Just as your about to kiss he pulls away.

"Sero stop teasing!" You whisper shout, a bit of whine in your voice.

That's when he leaned down fully and gave you a kiss on your lips. You depended the kiss and started a full on make out session. His hands trailed down to your ass grabbing it firmly cause a gasp from you. He took that as a chance to slip his tongue in. After a couple minutes you both pulled away for air, slightly panting and a string of salvia connecting your lips.

"You look really cute in my clothes but I think they'd look cutest on the floor-"

[hiddenzebra]

*Another long post*

We arrive back at our room and we're immediately kissing again. He lifts me onto the dresser, my legs straddling him and my hands in his hair. I can feel the beginning of an erection pressing against me through our clothes. He's being rough and forceful with me and I'm enjoying it.

He steps back and pulls the chair out from under the dresser, takes his jeans off and sits down. For a moment I think he wants me to take him in my mouth, then I realise he wants me on his lap so I do just that like a good girl. He strokes me as we're kissing then we pull my knickers off and he slips in. It's only now that he starts to take my clothes off, pulling at my dress while he's inside me. I don't have any control here and it's so fucking good.

He's fondling my breasts over my bra now and we're still kissing hard. He unhooks it and begins licking and sucking my breasts, his strong hands across my back holding me upright. It's in this position that I have an orgasm like I've never felt before. I'm riding him and he's sucking me, and I'm shaking from head to toe. It's so intense I can hardly breathe, let alone make a sound. If he wasn't holding me up I think I would fall. I'm still pushing against him, he's fully inside me and the pressure of his massive cock deep in my pussy is incredible.

When it finishes he says "Let's get you led down before you fall down"

I still can't speak, I just do as I'm told.

He changes his approach now, he's being gentle and tender, the contrast is marked and I love that he keeps me guessing. I don't know what's coming next, but I know it's going to be good. I'm still panting as his hot tongue brushes against my pussy, slowly and gently like he's teasing me, then I feel his tongue slide into me. I arch my back with a gasp, moaning with pleasure as he moves his tongue harder and faster. My movements and sounds are completely involuntary - I can't think straight and I'm not sure I could move with any real purpose if I wanted to.

"Oh god I'm going to cum again!"

I don't think my body has recovered from the last one yet. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, every nerve firing off uncontrolled signals. Orgasms like this are a whole body experience. Every single cell is responding to this euphoric feeling, my brain can't put two thoughts together, I don't know what I'm doing or saying.

"Are you OK?" he asks

I nod and rasp "Yes. No. Stop for a minute"

He lies next to me, looking very accomplished. I think my pleasure is as important to him as his own, he enjoys turning me into this wreck of a woman.

I kiss him and he takes the cue to start again. He hardly breaks eye contact as he seductively slides my hold ups down my legs. He's got that look in his eyes again, he's got something planned. I like eye contact in this context, makes me feel like we're both completely in the moment and nothing could distract us. I feel powerless and I love it. I'm looking up at him and in my mind my eyes are saying "take me", and I think he gets that message. He moves my hands above my head to gently bind them in one of my hold ups. He's got free reign now and I'm not going to stop him. He's kissing and stroking me everywhere and it's sending tingles down my spine. I could escape my nylon restraint any time but I don't want to. He enters me again so, so slowly this time, carefully watching my reaction. He reaches down to stroke my clit while he's in me.

"Fuck that's so good"

I had no idea good sex would make me swear so much.

I think that was the first time I had clitoral and vaginal orgasms simultaneously. It makes me squirt, I'm truly without inhibitions on every level now.

He puts my legs up on his shoulders and increases the speed and force of his movements. I feel like I'm being impaled and it's incredible, his tip thumping against my cervix. I release my hands to grab hold of him and kiss him hard.

"I'm going to cum in your pussy" I love when he tells me, like a warning to savour that moment.

"Oh yes!" I exclaim as I feel him empty into me.

[wtfevenismypage]

Satisfaction Brought It Back

Summary: Ever since the fated night of passion you shared with the resident genius, things have been rather... Interesting

Warnings:SMUT(unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), Penetration, Oral(Male recieving), Anal play, Anal, Sir kink, Spanking kink, Overstimulation., Bondage) Cursing

A/N: This is literally just straight up porn with no plot

READ PART ONE HERE

SMUT BELOW THE CUT-

If there was one thing you learned in the few weeks after fucking Spencer Reid it was that he was constantly aching for your body.

He would never stop teasing you throughout the days. Whether it just be a hand on your thigh or full on fucking you in the bathroom. There really was no in between.

And when you two weren't busy, tangled up in each other, your mind was still wandering to him. How he gave you gentle smiles across the round table that left you all flustered. When after a tough case he spent the night at your house just cuddling you and letting you cry into his chest.

He was so kind to you it almost hurt. He always stopped when you wanted him to, listened to everything you said and made sure you were comfy before and even while fucking you.

But that wasn’t what you wanted. 

What you wanted was for him to fuck you until you couldn’t anymore. You wanted him to just use your body and treat it however he wanted and to mark it so much.

You wanted nothing more than for him to use you.

“Fuck!”

You cried out, the feeling of Spencer fucking himself into you erasing every other sense, His hands holding your legs to your chest as you lay on your back. 

“Look at you, so pretty around me huh? So fucking perfect.”

You can only let moans out as he keeps pounding you, both of your bodies coated in a thick layer of sheen sweat, glittering in the dim light of his bedroom. He lowered his body, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you both quickly reach your climaxes, cumming hard at pretty much the same time.

He quickly disposes of the condom around his cock and curls up next to you, letting your naked bodies tangle up.

“Fucking hell. You just rearranged my guts and You won’t even say anything after huh?”

“Actually, it’s completely possible for someone with a long enough penis to reposition someones insides, and it  would be unbearably painful, not life threatening, but extremely painful and would require multiple trips to the E.R.”

A breathy laugh leaves your lips as he continues to rant about rearranging someones guts while fucking, until his phone rings.

“Goddammit.”

He mutters, grabbing his phone and putting it up to his ear where Hotch’s voice rings out.

“Alright, we’ll be there soon.”

“A case?”

“Yep.”

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When you and Spencer arrive back at his apartment after the case, you initially just flop back on the bed, laying limp on it as Spencer strips himself out of his suit.

“Ugggggh. I’m so tired. I don’t think I can move.”

“Not even for me?”

“Listen, you may be a ball of energy when it comes to sex, but I’m not. Just go ahead and use my body however you want. Tie me up if it makes it easier. Oh fuck that actually sounds kind of fun...”

You had said that as a complete joke. But now?

Now you’re tied up, you’re knees tied to your chest and laying on your legs with your wrists tied together behind your back. 

And were you upset about it?

Not at all.

You can’t really see what he’s doing, but you can feel the way he plunges deep into you, pausing to tell you something.

“You can cum as much as you want okay? Don’t hold back.”

A quick smack is delivered to your ass, and you have a feeling that’s just the first of very many to come. 

You can feel him bend over, his lips chuckling against your earlobe gently as you focus on nothing more than his dick throbbing inside of you, the light heat on your ass still fresh.

“And tonight? It’s sir to you.”

He whispers, causing a very unholy noise that sounded too much like “Orghgh” to have been anything else to slip out of your mouth.

Then, raising his body again, he continues to thrust into you at an inhuman pace, the feeling hitting you just right as you just moan out profanities. It’s so interesting, the way you’re restricted and wrapped up like a gift for him. 

“What baby? You like being all tied up for me?”

You try to speak, but his sharp thrusts make your voice waver every time his hips bump up against your ass, making him chuckle a little bit.

“Yes sir!”

His hand meets your ass again, massaging it gently as you whimper at the slowly fading heated sting that you wish for more of.

You knew that you wanted this, but you didn’t know you wanted it. They way his big hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and just admiring the way your tight hole gripped around nothing, and how your wet cunt sucked him in, squeezing him tight.

“Fuck...”

He rasped, one finger circling your asshole, eliciting a loud gasp from you when he slowly prods the finger in.

“S-Spencer!”

Yelps fall out of your mouth as his finger and cock move in sync, thrusting both holes at a fast pace. It stings at first, but the more he does it, the more pleasurable it becomes.

“Ohhhhh, so you like your little asshole being filled huh? Like how I’m fucking it?”

“Yes sir... Yes sir!”

Wow. Just wow. You didn’t know how much you wanted this. How much you just wanted him to control you fully, to just tie you up and fuck you like this.

He inserts a second finger, hooking it down briefly before scissoring them apart and stretching you out, lowering himself and spitting directly into the suckling hole.

“Fuck! Fuck yes!”

You can feel your sweet release build up already as he continues thrusting into you, Filling your insides up with fire. He doesn’t let up even after you cum, suddenly becoming much tighter around his cock.

“I can feel you pulsing around me baby. You’re so sensitive for the first orgasm of the night huh?”

First-

First orgasm of the night!?

Well, this is either going to be the best thing in the world...

Or the worst.

But from what’s happened so far, it’s the best.

His fingers slip out of your tight asshole abruptly, delivering more than ten sudden spanks in the span of four seconds, overwhelming your senses before pulling his cock out of your cunt and spitting on your already-tightening asshole before spitting on his own cock and plunging into your tight ring of muscles.

A light scream escapes your lips when you toss your face into the pillows, his fingers now inserting themselves into your dripping wet cunt and curling down, torturing you with pleasure and pain while his other hand continues beating your ass cheeks.

“Look at you baby, so perfect and pretty huh?”

“Yes sir!”

You couldn’t get enough of of the sharp, overwhelming feeling he was practically spoon feeding you. It’s sharp, especially when your climax begins building up again, hitting you like a train wreck.

“Oh, there’s number two. Got one more for me baby? huh?”

You can feel one brewing already as he pulls out of your ass, going back to your eager and throbbing cunt and pushing in, fingers going back in your stretched asshole.

“I got another sir! Please si AH-”

You get cut off by the intense and sharp feeling of his left fingers working circles around your swollen clit.

“Spe- Sir!”

You cry out, jerking forward and struggling against the restraints as he remains relentless in his never-ending fucking.

Or so you thought it was never ending.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier with every jut of his hips, the overwhelming feelings surrounding you making tears stream down your eyes as you feel his cock throb violently inside of you.

“Same time baby?”

You could only groan and moan as he lightly laughed, planting himself deep inside of your wet cunt and moaned loudly.

“Now.”

With his one word, you cum for the third time, your entire body shaking in the knots of rope and leather.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!”

He rasps, cumming deep inside of your cunt. The feeling was euphoric, white streaks of hot cum painting your abused walls as you came for the third and final time. The feeling was so raw and sharp, it felt so real.

When your high dies down, Spencer pulls out, admiring your quivering body one last time before untying you and carrying you to the bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up huh?”

By cleaned up, he meant have another round in the bath, filling you up a second time with pure love and passion.

CRIMINAL MINDS TAGLIST(OPEN) @pinkdiamond1016 @spencer-reids-snow-white @sheepfather @eusuntgroot @libradolan @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @zhangyixingxing1 @secretpickleprofessordean @aquarius-pisces-rose @hopebaker @law-nerd105 @roses-and-grasses @damonwhitlock

[astralkoo]

Misbehaving Demons Get Edged

Kinktober day 03

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: strong language, technically tongue is wearing eyeliner and lip gloss but it’s only mentioned once oops, yoonie’s a lil devil, explicit sexual content; sub!yoongi, dom!reader, punishment, handjob, edging, overstimulation, cum eating

Requested by ; anonymous

“You should have behaved.” You sighed, tone laced with disappointment.

Yoongi could only offer a weak, rasping whimper in response from where he was sprawled on the mattress below you, still garnished in his half assed devil costume. A red headband with two little devil horns, a red windbreaker over a black t-shirt, and a plastic pitch fork, all of which were long ago discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor. It was a costume that turned out to be surprisingly fitting, considering...

“Oh fuck— oh fuck, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He was shaking, trembling uncontrollably beneath the pressure of your relentless touch. It was so much. The red hot pleasure laced with the perfect amount of pain. Being pushed to the brink over and over and over again until it felt like the lightest caress would make him explode, only to have it torn out so mercilessly from beneath him. Sweat pooled across his tensed stomach, glistening above his furrowed brow.

The tension in his muscles was palpable beneath your palms, his thighs still quivering fiercely in the destructive aftermath of his last denied orgasm. Sighing in mock disappointment, you traced a single finger up a prominent vein, rousing a violent shudder to wrack his exhausted live wire of a body. The corners of your lips swirled into a taunting smirk as he whimpered out a breathless, “oh god.”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself, baby?” You frowned lightly, taking a sadistic enjoyment in the way he sobbed out weakly, hips stuttering upwards when you drew your hand away from him for the umpteenth time in the last hour. “After how you acted, how you embarrassed not only me but yourself as well in front of all of our friends… it’s going to take a lot more than a pathetic excuse of an apology to make up for it.”

“What do you want me d-do?” He groaned loudly, head falling back into the pillows, eyes squeezing tightly shut. You hummed thoughtfully, drawing invisible designs across the pale flesh of his toned thighs, long ago stripped bare of those sexy, tight fitting black jeans that hugged his cute little ass in all the right ways. The gentleness of the ministrations roused rows goosebumps across his exposed skin, a soft sigh falling from his mouth. “I’ll do anything.”

“You’re so desperate.” You scoffed.

“I am.” He admitted shamelessly, eyes fluttering, lips parting as your fingers inches closer and closer to where he needed it most. You laughed softly at his confession, not missing the lightest of curls at the corners of his mouth.

“God— look what you do to me.” He whined, lifting his head to look down at his throbbing, twitching cock, spilling pale, glistening precum over his pulsing head. “I need it so bad it fucking hurts, y/n. It hurts so fucking bad.”

You sunk your teeth into your lower lip, admiring the way his large, veiny hands curled into the thick, grey sheets beneath him, shaking with the effort of not grabbing hold of his dick and finishing himself off.

“Hmm… that not what you were telling your little friends earlier…” you muttered, swiping a finger through the pool of precum gathered on his belly. He whimpered apologetically at the reminder of his earlier behavior.

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” He pouted down at you, closing his legs around the shape of your body. “They were being assholes so then I started acting like an asshole, and I just—” he exhaled noisily through his nose, jutting his bottom lip out further as he reached for you, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”

Hope flashed across his pretty features as you suddenly leaned forward, face approaching his. Instinctively, his eyes fluttered shut, lips pressing out in hopes of meeting yours halfway.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.”

A shattered moan rushed from his lips as you wrapped your hand around him once again, immediately setting a mind numbing pace. His arms gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the mattress with a shout of your name. You almost moaned at the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his skull, brows knitting together tightly as he was overwhelmed with the sudden, overwhelming rush of pleasure through his veins, almost disorienting in its intensity.

He wasn’t going to last. He was not going to last. It was written clear as day across his face, embedded in the way that he was squirming and shaking and whimpering beneath you like a poor little bitch in heat. He was usually reluctant to make noises like that, and it, more often than not, took a lot of coaxing to get those pretty whines and whimpers out of him. But now, on the verge of losing his mind from the amount of edging he’d endured, all you needed to do was caress his flushed tip and he was moaning your name like the most sinful of prayers. And god, if you didn’t love the way it sounded on his rose petal lips.

His hands leapt up to grip tightly at your arms. “Y/n,” he barely managed to choke out your name between deep, rasping moans that wracked through the entirety of his being, “p- please, y/n, I—” his head was shaking, but the words were quickly lost beneath a high, gasping whimper. Nonetheless, you got the message loud and clear.

“It’s alright, my little devil,” you cooed, the mocking pitch in your words only thrusting him that much closer to his impending release, “you can come.”

The utter disbelief that flash across his face roused a low chuckle from the base of your chest. “Go ahead, gorgeous.”

That was all the confirmation he needed.

“Fuck, that’s it.” You groaned softly, snagging your lip between your teeth and watching in amazement as his high crashed over him, abrupt and intense, consuming every waking part of him in molten fever. He fumbled to spit out broken fragments of your name, whining and moaning and losing himself in the euphoric sensation. His hot, sticky release spilled over your closed fist, dripping down your knuckles and slipping through your fingers. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that pulsed from your lips at the glorious sight of him; dark eyeliner smudged and gloss smeared at the corners of his mouth, swollen tears glistening at the rims of his eyes.

“God you are so fucking pretty,” you growled roughly, unable to restrain yourself any longer as you dropped your head, slotting your lips into his. The kiss was sloppy and fast, borderline savage in your shared desperation. He whimpered when you took his tongue between your lips and sucked, long fingers weaving through your hair, frantically tugging you closer.

But even as his high receded, he noticed your hand hadn’t let up. There was a twinge in his gut, something he recognized as the sting of over sensitivity. He gasped, eyes shooting open, fingers tightening in your hair. “Y/n— what are you— I already— oh!”

“Think you can cum again for me, baby?” You asked, a wicked smirk lighting up your features.

He immediately shook his head. But you could see the glow of excitement and curiosity beginning to burn in his eyes. “I c-can’t.” He stuttered, gaze flashing noncommittally between your dangerous mouth and where you gripped his already hardening cock.

“I think you can.” You hummed your disagreement, sliding your thumb over his come soaked tip. The sensation rippled through his body in thick, hot tendrils, forcing open his jaws and pulling at the last strings of his sanity.

“Oh— oh my fuck— I can’t, y/n, I’ll fucking die, I swear—” you laughed at his familiar dramatics, squeezing your fingers around him before setting a steady, rhythmic pace.

Even if it was slower than any of your previous ministrations, the effects it had on him were ten times more intense, no doubt escalated by the hot aftershocks of his first orgasm still running through his veins. And it wasn’t long at all until the burn of over sensitivity melted into searing ecstasy, bubbling mercilessly in his blood. His swollen lips gaped, teary eyes staring desperately into yours, pleading silently. But, it wasn’t for mercy. No— no. He wanted more. He wanted all of it. He wanted you to wreck him, ruin him, break him in every way imaginable.

Fuck. He needed it.

“Please, y/n— fuck, fuck, fuck please. Please, y/n. I wanna come for you. Let me come for you. Please, please.”

He rarely, if ever, begged you like that. So hearing those words— in that desperate, imploring whimper, so shameless and wanting, it hit you right where it hurt, and you found yourself giving in quite a bit sooner than you initially intended to.

“Come for me.”

The demand shot straight into his swollen, trembling dick. And then he was coming, somehow even harder than the first time. His head was thrown back into the pillows as he sobbed violently, muscles quivering and tensing, spasming beneath the wrath of his second high.

Your name never sounded as beautiful as it did in that moment, spilling from those rose petal lips.

Grinning, you finally relented, releasing his spent cock from your grasp. You raised your come soaked hand, bringing your fingers to his mouth. Without missing a beat, he happily accepted them, gently kitten licking his salty release off the pads of your digits. You moaned softly, combing your free hand through his thick black locks.

“That’s my pretty little devil.”

[dreamingofaizawa]

Perfectly His

Yandere! Pro Hero! Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you’re not 18, leave.

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, really soft and sensual??, D/S dynamic, use of Sir and Kitty/Kitten, the sex itself is pretty vanilla, a little bit of unhealthy co-dependency maybe?

Also, there’s *looks side to side nervously* hand holding *GASP* like...HAND HOLDING? IN THIS HOUSE? I’ll allow it just this once...maybe...

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: Hey! I’m alive!! So...I had a wierd ass dream, you know the ones that constantly change scenery and make absolutely no sense? Yeah. And in part of said dream I was on the floor, needy as all hell, looking up at someone (I can’t remember the face lmaooo) and my exact words were “Please fuck me, Daddy”. Yeah, I know. How horny can I get right? Not much context, but I know I felt neglected and forgotten and desperate which is where I got the inspo for this :D I woke up horny as all hell and emotionally distraught. 

The whole Yandere concept gets a bit muddled and lost ‘cause reader’s got an extreme case of stockholm, but whatever, if you don’t like it go cry about it idgaf.

This is kind of  a part 2 to Perfectly Fine

 Anywho, Enjoy~

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Hitoshi knew two things this very moment. One, you were absolutely perfect for him since the beginning. Two, he had no doubt in his mind he’d trained you well. 

He’d opened the door to a beautiful sight. There you were on the floor, on your knees, hands on your lap and palms up, displaying a fine crafted deep purple leather collar with a little silver bell on the front. And you were in his favorite piece. A lacy lavender set that hugged every curve perfectly, a frame to hold the jewel that is you. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, lashes nearly flooded and chest heaving with every breath you took. You looked so wrecked, so needy. All for him.

When he first brought you here, brought you home, you were a shy, timid thing. He could still remember the first time you crawled out of that room, searching for the comfort of his warmth. You were so shy, but so bold. You knew how to ask for what you wanted, for what you needed. After that, it wasn’t hard to tame you, since you were never really wild in the first place. And he liked that. 

He didn’t like easy, no, but you weren’t really quite easy either. You were simple, compliant, but he had to earn your trust. You didn’t just blindly follow his lead, but looked before you leapt. You were cautious, but you weren’t a brat about it. He never had to punish you for anything, nor did he ever want to. You’re perfect to him, and have been from the start. And now, look at you, waiting ever so patiently. You hadn’t spoken, barely even moved for the minute he spent staring down at you after he’d closed and locked the door. 

Finally, he moved, only taking a couple long strides before he was mere inches from you and you strained to look straight up at him. His large palm moved to cup the side of your face, and you nuzzled into it, relishing in the small sweet gesture. You missed this. Missed him. He could feel it, see it in the way you moved, the way you closed your eyes and leaned into him without a sound other than your contented sighs. 

“What is it, Kitten? What do you need?” Your body visibly shuddered at the sound of his voice, a little sigh escaping your lips before you let your eyes flutter open and look at him again. He could see the way your pupils dilated when you peered up at him. “Please, Sir. Fuck me.” He felt his cock jump in his pants. Perfect. Just like he’d trained you, tell him what you need, no beating around the bush, no shying away. 

He knelt down in front of you, his hand still caressing your cheek. You were so needy right now, so raw and vulnerable. He realizes why. He’d been so busy with hero work he hadn’t even touched you in over a month. Whenever he managed to get home you seemed to always be asleep even if it were the middle of the day. Now he knows it’s because you’d try to wait for him, hoping he’d come back sooner, finishing all your duties around the house as you did so.

“I’m sorry, Kitten. I’ve neglected you haven’t I.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, he knew he had. But he’d gotten off early tonight, meaning you were up waiting for him and he finally came home early. You nuzzled into his palm with a small nod and a whimper, the tears you’ve held back beginning to fall. Normally you wouldn’t be so emotional when it came to sex. But you weren’t only sexually frustrated, you were emotionally exhausted as well. 

He hadn’t been home to hold you, to cuddle you or kiss you like he used to. He didn’t come up behind you while you were cooking to pepper kisses down your neck and squeeze your waist. You didn’t get to play with his hair when you were on your back, his arms around your waist and head on your chest as you watched some random movie. You hadn’t been able to touch him in so long, and he could tell you needed him now, for more than just sex.

He grabbed the collar and slipped it around your neck, the gentle graze of his fingers on your skin enough to send fire through your veins. As it clasped he leaned in, slotting his lips against yours softly, sweetly. He could feel your lips quivering, the emotions you’ve been feeling all coming out at once. He broke the kiss all too quickly for your liking, but you held yourself still as he stood, then suddenly scooped you up off the floor. You managed to loop your arms around his neck before he started walking, and only a few paces later you were being set down on the bed.

Wordlessly, Hitoshi stripped you naked, tossing the lacy garments away as he eyed your body up and down. His hands trailed up your skin, squeezing and pinching anything he could grasp. You were a gasping, squirming mess, and even though you kept yourself quiet, he knew how much you needed him. He slipped a finger down between your legs and the mess you’d already made there made him groan. You were dripping for him, when he’d barely even touched you. So perfect.

It wasn’t long before he’d stripped as well, kneeling between your legs and sliding his pretty cock between your slick folds. He’s so pretty, all lean muscle and pale skin. You could stare at him all day, drown in his voice and let yourself live in the ecstasy that is Hitoshi Shinsou. 

With little warning or prep he pushes himself into you, his thick head slipping past your tight ring of muscle easily due to your wetness. Even just that feels like heaven, your body shivering at the contact. He leans over and grabs both your hands, pinning them by the side of your head and lacing his fingers through yours, before kissing you deeply as he pushed into you. The moment was so intimate, so close and so euphoric, your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as you came hard, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he bottomed out and stilled inside you.

You both had to catch your breath, and he leaned his forehead on yours as he spoke softly. “You’re such a good kitty, so good for me. I’m sorry I left you all alone baby.” You hiccupped as you cried more, your legs clamping around his waist to hold him there like he’d disappear if you didn’t. “I know you didn’t mean it. B-but I missed you s-so much.” He shushed you and kissed you again, squeezing your hands. “I know Kitten, I know. You did so good for me, waiting for me, telling me what you need. I’ve got you now, sweet thing. Let me take care of you.” 

With that, he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, taking slow, deep strokes, making sure you felt every inch of him. He reached so deep, pulled beautiful sounds from your throat, your nails biting into the backs of his hands but he couldn’t care less. Not when you were begging him to love you, begging him for more. So he obliged, slamming his hips against yours as you cried out, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth as the sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the room, mingled with muffled whimpers and moans.

You didn’t even need to rub that little clit of yours to cum a second time, your legs locking up and shaking around his waist, pleasure crashing over your body in powerful tidal waves, the air knocked from your lungs as the muscles in your stomach tensed and your cunt clenched tight around Hitoshi’s cock like a vice. He gave a couple more deep thrusts before he released inside you, warmth flooding your belly as you both came down from your highs. 

He finally released your hands and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. He rolled the both of you over and looped his arms around your waist, holding you tight to him as tears fell once again. He decided he’d never neglect you again, never make you so desperate for his touch that you were so distraught. As much as he loved seeing you so wrecked for him, he never wanted to see you so lost, so longing for anything he could give you. No, he’d spoil you always. 

Because you were perfectly his.

[tropicalchiaa]

Him Pt.2

Maurizio Gucci x reader

Next day’s consequences

Umm, thank you for all the love on the last post. I truly appreciate it so much! Like if I could, I would kiss all of y'all. 

I hope you enjoy this next part, it is kinda long but I think it is necessary for the plot ahahaa.

Enjoy and please leave feedback! I will love to hear it❤️

Pt 1:  https://tropicalchiaa.tumblr.com/post/645454455448469504/him-maurizio-gucci-x-reader-your-little-getaway-is

You were awoken by a banging on your door and in your head. Shooting straight up you instantly regret that action. Why the hell did you feel this way? Then you remember back to the events after you had gotten into the elevator.

Finding some solace in the fact that you were away from Maurizio, you then begin to panic if he was on the same floor as you. Knowing that his wife was probably ripping him a new one you walk to your door with a little more confidence, still cautiously looking around as if he was going to jump out of thin air. 

Once in the safety of your room you truly relax your shoulders and recount the events that ensued prior. “ I didn't just kiss anyone, I kissed Maurizio Gucci, the man known for scorching the earth after he passes through.” You whispered to yourself. 

Trying to calm yourself with breathing exercise your heart rate shoots up as you hear a knock on your door. “NO, go away!” You scream at the door. A soft gentle voice from the other side of the door comes back “Ummm, Miss “L/N” it is room service with your bottle of wine.” “Oh, shoot! I’m so sorry!” You say as you scramble towards the door cursing at yourself.

         As you open the door, you give an apologetic look as you say “I’m so sorry about that, I thought you were someone else.” Shifting awkwardly to the side as he brings in your wine. You then reach for a hefty tip in hopes to dissipate the awkwardness. With one final apology, you close the door sliding down it with the utmost embarrassment.

Here you are acting like a pubescent teen who is avoiding a boy who likes her, “Get a grip “Y/N”! ” Walking toward the wine cart you opt to drink from the bottle to dull the thoughts. 

This brings you back to the present hour of you sitting in your dress from dinner with your smeared makeup on your face wishing you could melt into your bed. Your close friend then says “ “Y/N”, what is going on? You were supposed to meet us downstairs 10 minutes ago. We all know how you are a stickler for promptness! Miss “Colored People Time is Just An Excuse to Be Late” ” Slight amusement in her voice as she playfully chastises you. 

You then groan, reluctantly removing yourself from your safe haven. Barely stumbling to the door you shock her with your appearance. “WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU!” She screams while you cower at the volume of her voice. Pulling her in with the little strength you had, covering her mouth to prompt her to shut up. “Please, I am dying” you can barely whisper. 

         In a quiet voice, she said,  “Honey, what has happened to you? You look like you have been wrecked.” A big grin appearing on her face, “Wait, did you get wrecked last night?” playfully wiggling her eyebrows. “No” you hoarsely let out trying to find water and aspirin like it was your lifeline. “Then what is it? I haven’t seen you like this since New Years' after you broke up with that bastard Marcus.” “IkissedMaurizio” You spit out rushed, trying to remove your dress. 

         “WHAT!” she says, spinning you around with so much force you swore the earth was shaking. “ Well I didn’t really kiss him, he kissed me…” Walking to the bathroom to try and meet your team for the tail end of breakfast. Storming in after you she says, “ Although a huge bomb, it doesn’t explain why you look like you survived a zombie apocalypse.” Prying for more detail, you relinquish the details of your night since you had left them at the table. 

 Letting out a strangled sigh, you proceeded to get out of the shower feeling slightly better. You look up to your friend sitting on the toilet processing the information and her emotions. You look at her sheepishly readying yourself for whatever will be coming out of her mouth. “How are you feeling truly?”  she asks, expressing true concern. You smile, this is why she is one of your closest friends, “Honestly, I have contemplated so many times leaving this trip early but we need this! And I'll be damned if I let a white man ruin my joy.” to which you both laughed.

         You go about getting ready for the day, discussing game plans to avoid Maurizio and the clan. You finally make it to breakfast in time to grab a few items to placate your hangover. With casual inquisition, you find out that Maurizio has already hit the slopes for the day allowing you to relax.

         Boy were you so glad that you didn't leave this trip early, this is one of the most relaxing and fun times you have had since the start of the business. You are having such a good time on the slopes that you actually forget about the wretched man. 

That was until after lunch you decided you needed some spa time to truly unwind. Booking a private room for a soak and massage, you leave your team to enjoy whatever else they want to do. 

Walking with confidence you make it to the spa area unscathed and ready to feel the tension leave your body. Stripping and putting your clothes in the lockers you head over to the spa pool to unwind. Despite just getting this sew-in you needed some relief. Sinking in naked as the day you were born you close your eyes and let out an audible moan.

“Wow, I would love to hear that every day.” You snap your eyes open hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was. “ Hi Princess, did you miss me?” A naked smiling Maurizio says as he is getting in right next to you. You try to scramble to hide yourself but to no avail, there was nothing you could do but stay stuck in shock. “You don’t look like you are very happy to see me, especially after that special kiss we shared last night.” He says with a playful frown. You turn to try and get out but are stopped by a strong grip pulling you into their unclothed lap.

“Maurizio, like I told you last night that this will never happen.” Still struggling to release yourself. “ Oh princess, you know you want me as badly as I want you. Just give in and enjoy this while we can.” Kissing you as he moved your legs to straddle him. As bad as you know this is, you revel in the feeling of his hardness pressing against your cunt. 

“Maurizio” you breathy moan out. “ What if someone walks in or worse your wife?” you question melting at his touch. “She is shopping in town and I paid the workers for some privacy,” he said as he nips at your sweet spot on your neck and slowly grinds his hips. Clouded by lust you begin to enjoy yourself, ignoring all caution. 

         “Princess, let me taste you,” he says as he lifts your body out of the water. Suddenly feeling exposed you try to cover yourself in an attempt to reserve some self-respect and modesty. Seeing this Maurizio laughs pulling your hands down, “Don’t cover yourself princess, you are truly a work of art.” Slowly trailing down your body spending extra time in the valley of your breast and hips. For such a self-absorbed asshole he truly was a giver.

         While the anticipation was killing you, you were nowhere near ready for the feeling of his plump lips against your cunt. Making you writhe with pleasure until you came solely on his mouth alone. You could help but let out exhaustively “ Damn white boy, you really know what you are doing.” You then squealed as you were pulled closer. Maurizio chuckled as he pumped his cock getting ready to dip into your honey pot. 

Then getting close he whispers in your ear “ I hope your cunt feels as good as it tastes.” And without warning he rams into, forcing you to take all of him and effectively knocking the breath out of you. You moan his name so loudly, you are sure the people on the slopes can hear you. He continues pumping his length in you occasionally taking it out to smack your clit and ram it back into you. 

As you are both about to reach your highs he gets more animalistic with his rhythm, making water splash all around you. When you feel the build-up about to overflow he begs for you to hold out just a little longer. Finally, at the count of three you both reach your euphoric highs, feeling as if you are melting into each other.

Breathing heavily, you appreciated the clean-up the pool was doing to the evidence of your sins. You refused to look at him, as your after climax shame rolled in but he grabbed your chin slowly turning you to face him. “Princess, I hope you do not think you will be getting rid of me after that.” Smiling as he kisses you tenderly. 

“We can’t...” you say in a small whisper on the verge of tears, “ I deserve much more than to be a secret slut to a white man for fuck sakes. Please, let this be the first and last time.” Pleading with him. He shook his head, “I want you, I want you more than a side fling. I do not care about anything other than making you mine and from here on out that will be my mission. Whether you are on board or not because face it, you want me just as bad.” Concluding his confession with a passionate kiss. 

Feeling defeated you lay your head on his chest, a small part hoping that he was being truthful. He wraps his arms around you, lining his cock with your entrance. You proceed to have a slow and sensual round where he praises your existence and whispers how lucky he is to be in this position. Together you passionately reach your highs.

Realizing how much time has passed by the pruning of your fingers, you decided to head to the lockers. It would be heartwarming the way he held you close if he wasn’t married with kids and the enemy. Putting back on your clothes, it seemed you guys couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Finally fully dressed you guys shared one make-out session before watching him walk out the doors but not without mouthing “See you later princess.” sent with a kiss. 

You did miss your massage but as you walked back to your room to rest before dinner you had a glow to you. Enjoying your state of bliss you ignoring that you had slept with a married man and fell into a nap thinking about the wickedly handsome Maurizio Gucci.

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Chapter Thirty: O.W.L.'s

It was chaos after Fred and George's departure. 

Mel didn't even have to lift a finger to make sure the school was having a good amount of incidents, everywhere she went something was always happening, people were eager to copy the twins' doings, and the teachers had no intention to stop them.

The Inquisitorial Squad was in hell, which was what Mel had been dreaming for months. Something not so great was Erick as the main target of people that didn't know he was helping. Despite this, the D.A. knew about his friendship with Mel and they were very careful to keep him safe from any major harm. 

"When Mum's next letter finally gets through Umbridge's screening process I'm going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if she's sent a Howler again."

"But —"

"It'll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait," said Ron. "She'll say I should've stopped them leaving, I should've grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something... Yeah, it'll be all my fault..."

"Well, if she does say that it'll be very unfair, you couldn't have done anything! But I'm sure she won't, I mean, if it's really true they've got premises in Diagon Alley now, they must have been planning this for ages..." Hermione said.

"Yeah, but that's another thing, how did they get premises? It's a bit dodgy, isn't it? They'll need loads of Galleons to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley, she'll want to know what they've been up to, to get their hands on that sort of gold..."

"Well, yes, that occurred to me too, I've been wondering whether Mundungus has persuaded them to sell stolen goods or something awful..."

"He hasn't," said Harry.

"How do you know?" asked Ron and Hermione.

"Because —" Harry glanced at Mel. "Because they got the gold from me. I gave them my Triwizard winnings last June."

"Oh, Harry, you didn't!" Hermione gasped.

"Yes, I did. And I don't regret it either — I didn't need the gold, and they'll be great at a joke shop..."

"But this is excellent! It's all your fault, Harry — Mum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?"

"You really are Harry's best friend, aren't you?" Mel snorted.

"Yeah, I suppose you'd better," said Harry. "'Specially if she thinks they're receiving stolen cauldrons or something..."

Once on the school grounds, she heard Harry and Hermione still arguing about it.

"It's no good nagging me, it's done! Fred and George have got the gold — spent a good bit of it too, by the sounds of it — and I can't get it back from them and I don't want to. So save your breath, Hermione."

"I wasn't going to say anything about Fred and George!" 

Ron snorted.

"No, I wasn't!" She insisted. "As a matter of fact, I was going to ask Harry if he's going to go back to Snape and ask for Occlumency lessons again! You can't tell me you've stopped having funny dreams, because Ron told me last night you were muttering in your sleep again."

"You were only muttering a bit," Ron blushed. "Something about 'just a bit farther.' " 

"I dreamed I was watching you lot play Quidditch," Harry lied. "I was trying to get you to stretch out a bit farther to grab the Quaffle." 

"Wow, that was brutal," Mel grimaced. "If I were you, Ron, I'd sneak some farting bubbles in his pumpkin juice..."

Ron's ears turned red from embarrassment and annoyance, Hermione pinched Mel's arm and she complained, but Harry looked very pleased about his own behaviour.

"You are trying to block your mind, aren't you?" Hermione pushed.

"Of course I am," said Harry, his eyes darting away from his friend's face. "Mel's been helping me lots, haven't you, Mel?"

"Sure thing," Mel lied. "He's making progress. Honestly, I think I'm a better teacher than Snape."

Truth be told they hadn't practised at all after Fred and George left school. Mel was busy with her homework and Quidditch practice, and not once Harry had asked her to help him with Occlumency. Probably because he didn't want her to look into some private memories again.

"You know," said Ron, "if Montague doesn't recover before Slytherin play Hufflepuff, we might be in with a chance of winning the Cup."

"Yeah, I s'pose so," said Harry, eager to change the subject.

"I mean, we've won one, lost one — if Slytherin lose to Hufflepuff next Saturday —"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry's eyes followed Cho's figure as she crossed the courtyard without looking at him once. 

"You know," Mel said quietly. "You shouldn't force it... When things are meant to be, they just happen."

The morning of their game against Ravenclaw Mel was a nervous wreck. She was stuffing herself with all the food she could reach.

"You'll throw up if you keep eating like that!" Hermione took the bowl of fruit from her hands.

"I need that!"

"You don't."

"I mean, I can't get any worse, can I?" Ron said anxiously. "Nothing to lose now, is there?"

"If you keep saying that I'll kill you," Mel groaned. "I'm going to pass out, I just know it..."

As she and Ron were leaving the Hall, Harry tried to catch up with them, but Mel was so entranced in her own thoughts that she didn't hear him yell until he tried another name.

"Dumbledore girl!"

Mel turned back, her eyes landed on Harry and her frown vanished.

"Oh," She blinked. "What's up?"

"It's your first game as Seeker," He shook her hand, squeezing a little. "Best of luck... Can I ask you a favour?"

"Okay?"

"Give hell to Cho," He smirked. "Only during the game, though."

She chuckled. 

"I'll do my best, Glasses."

Both of them froze.

"I'm sorry," She stammered. "I wasn't thinking, I—"

"It's okay," Harry replied softly, his eyes shining at the nickname.

A little voice whispered in her ear: 'Not again.' 

"I have to go," She said, turning hot on her heel and leaving a startled Harry behind.

"And here they come! The Weasleys! Johnson! Bell! Spinnet! Sloper! and Dumbledore! This is Mel's first game as a seeker — Cheers, Mel!"

"I'm so full of shit..." Mel whispered tensely.

"And they're off! And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well... He's going straight for goal! He's going to shoot — and — and — Shit! And he's scored."

As predicted, the tune of  'Weasley is our king' started around the stands. Mel took a deep breath coming to terms with the fact that this was beyond her control, all she could do now was focus on catching the snitch. As Bradley plummeted towards Ron, the boy threw himself to the right and he... stopped the Quaffle.

A brief moment of stunned silence surrounded them, then, just as quickly, the Gryffindor crowd erupted into cheers. Mel shared a look of genuine shock with Ginny, then she looked back at her friend, who was frozen in disbelief.

"You got this, Ron!" She shouted.

Mel could only describe what happened next as pure magic. Ron stopped every single attempt to score from the Ravenclaws one after the other. He did all this with truly impressive manoeuvres as well. Angelina was beaming with pride, Katie and Alicia were at the top of their game too; even Jack was doing a decent job.

Ginny was having a blast, throwing the bludgers around to the opposite team. Mel and Cho would circle the game above everyone, and with every passing minute Cho started to look more and more anxious. Mel tried to keep a neutral attitude towards her, but apparently, Cho had witnessed the moment when Harry chased after her to wish her good luck personally. It wasn't Mel's fault, his loyalty was towards Gryffindor, not her! 

An hour after it had started what it was by far the best game of the season, Mel caught a glimpse of something golden at the end of Ravenclaw's side of the field. She flew fast towards it, but Cho was right behind her. She took a sharp turn when a chaser flew right in front of her, causing her (and Cho) to lose sight of the snitch.

The girls went back up with grumpy expressions, but then she looked down to see how the game was going and spotted the snitch two feet away from the tail of  Cho's broom. Mel swore loudly and gave another abrupt turn, circling Chang's broom. The tail barely grazed her shoulder as she chased after the tiny thing. Mel stretched out her hand and in one sudden movement, she seized it.

The game was officially over, and Gryffindor had won.

Mel stared down at the object on her palm as she landed, she was tackled into a hug by the whole team, Ron was in the middle of it, being the star of the match. Only then she realized the lyrics of the song had changed. 

Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King,

He didn't let the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our King...

Weasley can save anything,

He never leaves a single ring

That's why Gryffindors all sing:

Weasley is our King.

Angelina was a crying mess as well as Alicia, this being their last game probably felt like a miracle sent from heaven. Katie and Ginny were euphoric, Jack couldn't believe their luck. Every girl in the team kissed Ron on the cheek and Jack patted his shoulder roughly. Mel got her own round of hugs and kisses, and they were both suddenly lifted in the air, guided to the stands so they could receive the Quidditch cup from none other than Umbridge herself.

Sure, instant gratification was all right, but nothing was quite as pleasant as the absolute outrage in Umbridge's face when the cup reached Mel and Ron's hands, both of them lifting the cup proudly for everyone to see. 

As the crowd guided them back to the castle, Ron shouted.

"HARRY! HERMIONE! WE DID IT! WE WON!" 

She looked to where he was yelling and found their friends beaming at them. Mel's eyes fixed on Harry's expression, he hadn't looked that happy since last June. She was delighted to be part of the reason why he was smiling like that.

"Hagrid's keeping a what in the forest?" 

Hermione hushed her, they were in their room long after the party had ended, the girl had sneaked into her bed to talk about what they'd done during the Quidditch match. Turns out that neither she nor Harry had seen it, Hagrid appeared and asked them to follow him into the forbidden forest. There he introduced them to his half brother, which happened to be:

"A young giant?" Her voice came out muffled since Hermione was covering her mouth. "He spends his afternoons being his brother's punching bag?"

"He reckons he's helping him become... er... civilized," Hermione said. "It's awful, really. Grawp looks like he'd much rather spend his time chasing down centaurs than learning how to spell 'tree'."

"And he made you promise we would look after him? No. Absolutely not."

"We don't have a choice —"

"We don't even know if he'll get fired!"

"Do you really think Umbridge will let him stay? I mean, Harry and I were the ones who promised anyway, so you're not obliged —"

"Don't be silly," Mel rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't leave you alone — And let's be honest, I'm stronger than you when it comes to magical defense, I'm probably the one who's got a bigger chance to control a small giant."

"You're probably right..." Hermione sighed. "I couldn't bring myself to tell Ron — Neither could Harry! We couldn't..."

"I guess we can't do much besides sit and worry, can we?"

"Yeah, reckon so."

"I always said there was no use in sitting and worrying," She pouted. "But usually that's the only thing I'm able to do..."

"Well, I mean, I'd already let in that one of Davies's, so I wasn't feeling that confident, but I dunno, when Bradley came toward me, just out of nowhere, I thought — you can do this!" Ron was describing his first saved for the third time. "And I had about a second to decide which way to fly, you know, because he looked like he was aiming for the right goal hoop — my right, obviously, his left — but I had a funny feeling that he was feinting, and so I took the chance and flew left — his right, I mean — and — well — you saw what happened."

The boy pushed his hair back and made it messier. They were sitting outside, trying to enjoy the fresh air of the afternoon, the sight reminded her of a scene that though she wasn't originally there to witness, now was part of her memories.

"And then, when Chambers came at me about five minutes later — what?" Ron stared at her and Harry. "Why are you two grinning?"

"I'm not," Harry glimpsed at Mel and knew they were thinking about the same thing. "I'm just glad we won, that's all."

"Yeah... we won," Ron agreed wistfully. "Did you see the look on Chang's face when Mel got the Snitch right out from under her nose?"

"I suppose she cried, did she?" 

"Wow, you definitely didn't sound bitter at all," Mel snorted. 

"Well, yeah — more out of temper than anything, though..." Ron was right, but Mel didn't feel particularly proud of this, it wasn't like she wanted Cho to throw a tantrum, she just wanted to win. "But you saw her chuck her broom away when she got back to the ground, didn't you?"

"Er..." 

"Well, actually... no, Ron," Hermione closed her book. "As a matter of fact, the only bit of the match Harry and I saw was Davies's first goal."

"You didn't watch?" Ron visibly deflated. "You didn't see me make any of those saves?" 

"Well — no. But Ron, we didn't want to leave — we had to!"

"Yeah?" The boy started to get annoyed. "How come?"

"It was Hagrid," Harry explained. "He decided to tell us why he's been covered in injuries ever since he got back from the giants. He wanted us to go into the forest with him, we had no choice, you know how he gets... Anyway..."

By the end, Ron had forgotten he was even mad.

"He brought one back and hid it in the forest?" He whispered.

"Yep," said Harry simply.

"No... no, he can't have..."

"Well, he has," Hermione stated. "Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," the girl snorted, "as Hermy."

Ron laughed nervously, Mel chortled.

"You didn't tell me about your nickname last night!"

"Because I knew you would tease me endlessly," The girl rolled her eyes.

"And Hagrid wants us to..?"

"Teach him English, yeah," Harry replied with a crooked smile.

"He's lost his mind," Ron concluded.

"Yes," Hermione responded. "Yes, I'm starting to think he has. But unfortunately, he made Harry and me promise."

"Well, you're just going to have to break your promise, that's all. I mean, come on... We've got exams and we're about that far," he made a gesture with his fingers, a millimetre of space keeping them from touching, "from being chucked out as it is. And anyway... remember Norbert? Remember Aragog? Have we ever come off better for mixing with any of Hagrid's monster mates?"

"I know, it's just that — we promised..." Hermione pouted. 

"Well... Hagrid hasn't been sacked yet, has he? He's hung on this long, maybe he'll hang on till the end of term and we won't have to go near Grawp at all."

Panic rose over the fifth-years as June welcomed them into the busiest start of summer of their lives. Mel was sick of studying, so she spent her afternoons helping some classmates review their subjects. In exchange, Neville helped her with Herbology, he was a marvellous tutor.

Erick had seen her one time after the Quidditch final, the boy was preoccupied with studying for his own exams. Next year would be Erick's seventh and last, and he was determined to become the Headboy. Mel asked him if it hadn't lost its charm now that Umbridge was headmistress, but Erick merely shrugged and assured her there was no way that woman would be there next year.

"You know what?" Mel yawned. "I wouldn't mind chucking down my throat some doxy droppings to see if they can pull me out of my misery. I hate feeling like I'm not good enough, I don't know how my dad did this for seven years..."

"Cheer up," Ron tried to pat her shoulder, touching the wall instead. "You're only saying that because you have no patience. You're the smartest witch in our year right after 'Mione — You got this. Now shut up and let me worry in peace."

"Remember our vow?" She smirked, nudging his arm. "The one about us being awful together?"

Ron looked at her. "Well, if Miss Popular's done ignoring her old friends, then yeah, I remember."

"I admit I was a bit of a prat this year," Mel made a face. "But I would never change you for a stranger! You're my best friend!"

"You say that all the time," The boy rolled his eyes, but put his arm around her shoulders anyway. "Keep saying it, it's nice to hear." 

Mel snorted, elbowing his side playfully.

She did splendidly on her examination, she was the first out of the four to be called in for her practical exam. Professor Marchbanks was delighted to have her.

"Dumbledore, aren't you?" She asked eagerly. "Yes, yes... Oh well dear, what are you waiting for? Do your best..." 

It was the first time in a while that her routine was exactly like everyone else's. Their classmates were buzzing with anxiety and none of them looked exactly happy, some older students would try to sell them fake brain stimula but Hermione was quick to put an end to it. Mel was strangely thrilled about being part of it all. She was, at last, just another student trying to pass the year.

All in all, even if she was just another student, there was no denying that she had way more advanced knowledge in some areas. Mel outdid her D.A.D.A exam and the only time she hesitated when answering a theoretical test was during Herbology, which if anything, turned out to be humbling. She didn't want to have all her success inflating her head again, she wasn't planning on becoming the next James Potter, no matter how close she'd been to be one that year.

They had a whole weekend ahead before they had to take the rest of their O.W.L.S, Harry, Ron, and Mel sat in the common room and played chess to release some tension. Mel was watching them, but she was too sleepy to pay attention and ended up taking a nap on Ron's shoulder.

Hermione entered the common room in such an agitated way that Mel gave a start, bumping heads with Ron.

"How were the runes?" Ron mumbled as he rubbed the side of his face.

"I mistranslated 'ehwaz'! It means 'partnership,' not 'defense,' I mixed it up with 'eihwaz.'"

"Ah well," The boy yawned, "that's only one mistake, isn't it, you'll still get —"

"Oh shut up. It could be the one mistake that makes the difference between a pass and a fail. And what's more, someone's put another niffler in Umbridge's office, I don't know how they got it through that new door, but I just walked past there and Umbridge is shrieking her head off — by the sound of it, it tried to take a chunk out of her leg —"

"Good," said the three.

"It is not good! She thinks it's Hagrid doing it, remember? And we do not want Hagrid chucked out!"

"He's teaching at the moment, she can't blame him," said Harry, pointing over at the window. 

"Oh, you're so naive sometimes, Harry, you really think Umbridge will wait for proof?" Hermione scoffed, leaving them there to storm off to her room.

"Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl," Ron murmured.

Since Hermione didn't abandon her constant state of anger and anxiety, Mel's friends designated her as the study guide so she supervised everyone. 

Potions passed rather easily, she was getting quite good at it, though she was far from being the best. Care of Magical Creatures was a different story, she'd always been good with animals. On Wednesday she had her Astronomy O.W.L, and that's when things got ugly, though not in the way she was expecting.

Even if her love for the night sky had been damaged thanks to Divination, she was still fond of the stars, not that they could tell her anything about her current situation, but they were a peaceful and bright constant. It was comforting, even if the world was about to end, little would change outside their planet, and eventually, things would move on.

As she looked down to rearrange her parchment, her eyes landed on several figures moving towards Hagrid's cabin, one of them with a particularly stiff way of walking. Umbridge knocked on the cabin's front door and Hagrid opened it. Hermione was right after all, the woman was ready to chop one more head before the end of the term.

Harry was watching as well. Professor Marchbanks walked behind him and he quickly returned his eyes to the map he was making, Mel stayed still, looking directly to the cabin instead of the sky.

Someone yelled. Several students turned their attention to the school grounds and Professor Tofty cleared his throat.

"Try and concentrate, now, boys and girls — twenty minutes to go." 

Mel looked down and skimmed through her map, she had finished, she only needed to—

BANG!

The girl pushed her telescope aside and walked up to the railing, too worried to care about the points the Professors could take from her.

Hagrid's door had burst open and by the light flooding out of the cabin they saw him quite clearly, a massive figure roaring and brandishing his fists, surrounded by six people, all of whom, judging by the tiny threads of red light they were casting in his direction, seemed to be attempting to Stun him.

"No!"

"My dear!" said Professor Tofty. "This is an examination!"

"They're attacking him!" Mel responded.

"Be reasonable, Hagrid!" 

"Reasonable be damned, yeh won' take me like this, Dawlish!"

Why was an Auror there if Hagrid was only being fired? Why bring law enforcement to something as silly as a sacking?

Mel blessed Hagrid's half-giant origins because they kept him from getting injured, the spells would bounce off of him when thrown in disorder, but the Aurors were trained people, they started to attack him at the same time. Hagrid grabbed one of the men and threw him in the air, leaving him limp on the ground.

"Look!" Parvati gasped.

"Now, really! Only sixteen minutes left, you know!" Professor Tofty insisted.

Mel turned to leave the tower, Ron grabbed a hold of her arm and stopped her.

"He needs help!"

"Look!" Ron pointed out.

"How dare you! How dare you!" 

"It's McGonagall!" Hermione gasped.

"Leave him alone! Alone, I say! On what grounds are you attacking him? He has done nothing, nothing to warrant such —"

The girls around her screamed, McGonagall received a total of four stunning spells that threw her back, she didn't stand up again.

"Galloping gargoyles! Not so much as a warning! Outrageous behaviour!" Professor Tofty exclaimed.

"COWARDS! RUDDY COWARDS! HAVE SOME O' THAT — AN' THAT —" 

"Oh my —" 

Hagrid took two massive swipes at his closest attackers; judging by their immediate collapse, they had been knocked cold. 

Harry saw him double over and thought for a moment that he had finally been overcome by a spell, but on the contrary, next moment Hagrid was standing again with what appeared to be a sack on his back — then Harry realized that Fang's limp body was draped around his shoulders.

"Get him, get him!" 

"Ron, let me go!"

"If you go there you'll get expelled! What can you do against trained Aurors?"

"More than you can imagine!" She growled. "I said, let me go!"

Ron jumped back and held his hand with wide eyes. He had blisters on his palm as if he'd burnt himself on a stove. Mel froze, unable to know how on earth she'd managed to do that.

"He's gone!" Harry said out loud. "Hagrid's leaving!"

"That evil woman!" Hermione exclaimed. "Trying to sneak up on Hagrid in the dead of night!" 

"She clearly wanted to avoid another scene like Trelawney's," Ernie Macmillan responded.

"That cow," Mel was pale from both, fury and shock. Ron was doing his best to stand as far from her as possible. 

"Hagrid did well, didn't he?" He asked, careful to hide his hand from the others. "How come all the spells bounced off him?"

"It'll be his giant blood," Hermione frowned. "It's very hard to Stun a giant, they're like trolls, really tough... But poor Professor McGonagall... Four Stunners straight in the chest, and she's not exactly young, is she?"

"Stop," Mel felt an all too familiar coldness on the tips of her fingers. "She will get better, she's a tough woman..."

"Dreadful, dreadful," said Ernie, reminding her a bit to Lockhart. "Well, I'm off to bed.. 'Night, all."

"At least they didn't get to take Hagrid off to Azkaban," Ron continued. "I 'spect he's gone to join Dumbledore, hasn't he?"

"I suppose so... oh, this is awful, I really thought Dumbledore would be back before long, but now we've lost Hagrid too..."

"I... I have to... bathroom..." Mel looked around desperately, squeezing the fabric of her robes between her hands to dry them. "This is not — sorry —"

She ran, already gawking by the time she managed to open the door to one of the stalls. Everything inside her felt unsteady, she wanted to help Hagrid but she couldn't, and now they didn't have him, nor Dumbledore, and who knew if McGonagall was going to recover... 

She'd hurt Ron without meaning to — just like Ariana Dumbledore, she'd felt a bit of herself slipping away in her frustration and anger, she understood why it had been so easy for that girl to lose control... But she wasn't crazy! This had been an accident, and she was going to fix it... But what if things escalated before she could find a way to stop? 

Someone walked in and followed the noises she was making, she hadn't even tried to close the door to her toilet. Mel closed her eyes tightly, taking a shaky breath.

"I'm okay!" She said, but it was quite obvious in her voice that she was sobbing. "Please go!"

"How many times do I have to tell you —" She jumped at the sound of his exasperated tone, "not to run when you have an attack? It makes it harder to breathe!"

Mel scowled at him without getting up from the floor. It was disgusting, she was unable to calm her breathing, she couldn't reply properly. Harry crouched down next to her and she tensed, but the boy raised both hands to ease her, supporting one on the wall to not lose his balance.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to," He said, "tell me what you need — Don't ask me to leave you, though — can't be on your own..."

Mel shook her head, swallowing harshly. 

"I can't — I can't breathe —"

"Yeah, well, you ran all the way to the bathrooms," He stated. "But it's okay —"

"I wanted to help... but Ron —" Her voice broke. "I hurt him..."

"He showed me," Harry said, then quickly added. "He's not angry."

"I'm going crazy — I can't control it —"

"You're not crazy," Harry moved slightly so he could face her. "Look at me — Don't think about it, just look at me..."

She didn't want to, didn't want him as the witness of her frailty, but it was the only person around. Mel looked up and focused solely on him.

"You're not crazy," He repeated, his eyes fixed on hers. "Going to the school grounds would've gotten you expelled."

Mel shook her head in a sort of childish manner, her breathing was reaching a reasonable rhythm. She closed her eyes tightly and pressed her lips together to stop crying, but it didn't work.

"What's your cat's name?" He asked in a clear voice.

"What?"

"Your cat," He said. "What's his name?"

"Grey..?" Mel picked up on what he was doing and continued. "One... One, two, three, four letters... G— R— E— Y... and he's black... B— L— A— C— K..."

"That's right," He smiled a little. "Good job..."

The counting and spelling was a game her mother used to distract Mel whenever she was feeling anxious. Harry knew it since they were kids. 

"Did you know..." She said weakly, "you're the only idiot who always sees me cry like this?"

Harry snorted, sitting down with his back against the wall.

"That can't be true."

"It is."

"What about Hermione?"

"No," She pushed herself away from the toilet and sat on the floor fully.

"Fred?" Harry looked at her with scepticism. "Erick?"

 "Maybe teared up a bit, but... I only cry like this when... do you really think I'm not crazy?"

"It's me who everyone's calling mental."

"Yes, but that's a lie."

"Same with you."

"Dumbledore said —"

"Dumbledore can't know it all, can he? Or he would've warned Hagrid about Umbridge before leaving."

"...maybe," She cleaned her face with the back of her sleeve. "I didn't mean to hurt Ron."

"He doesn't blame you," Harry stood up. "He said it was a foolish thing to do... he should've known better than to try and stop you."

"Don't say it like that," Mel frowned. "Like it's not a problem — I shouldn't... I should have better control —"

"You do," He said, helping her to her feet. "But you have to make mistakes sometimes, genius and all."

"I'm not a genius," She scoffed. "I'm a twat."

"Who said you can't be both?" Harry taunted. "This is the boy's bathroom, by the way."

"Oh blimey," said Lee Jordan, covering his mouth. "It's me's been putting the nifflers in her office, Fred and George left me a couple, I've been levitating them in through her window..."

"She'd have sacked him anyway," Dean shook his head. "He was too close to Dumbledore."

"That's true," Harry fell back on his chair tiredly.

"I just hope Professor McGonagall's all right," said Lavender.

"They carried her back up to the castle, we watched through the dormitory window," Colin Creevey informed them. "She didn't look very well..."

"Madam Pomfrey will sort her out," said Alicia. "She's never failed yet." 

"I doubt she would let herself die in such a way," Mel added calmly. "She won't leave this earth without making sure Umbridge gets fired... and neither will I."

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[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 37 Pt 2

“You’ll get cold.” Gustaf said as he draped her robe over her shoulders as she hauled out the left over Chinese, the nip to her neck causing a shiver to skitter down her spine.

“Any excuse to do that.” She scoffed.

He waited until her hands were empty before he spun her sharply and crushed her against him, devouring that mouth he craved, the small squeak from her making him chuckle wickedly.

“God I love it when you kiss me like that, I can’t think.” She sighed as he let her up for air.

“Precisely. Get your food love.” His finger trailed her jaw, that mischievous glint in his eye telling her she was in for a ride later.

They sat and ate, Gustaf pulling her into his lap, the need to feel her close. Soon there would be months where they’d be apart and these moments would be all he had to cling to. They talked of their vacation away with the kids, both looking forward to time together as a family without work or other obligations cutting into their time. He saw the stifled yawn as he nuzzled her neck, she was still tired, exhausted from earlier.

“Come soak with me again.” He murmured, his fingers lightly skimming over her body, enticing, arousing.

“I’m liable to fall asleep. I’m pretty wiped already.” She chuckled.

“Then fall asleep.” He kissed her on the one spot below her ear. “Nothing wrong with a nap in the tub.” Though what he had planned she wouldn’t be napping, he would completely wreck her so she slept deeply.

He ran the bath while she tidied up the dishes, lighting some candles and making sure everything was close at hand for her ultimate pleasure. She sat the teapot down with the cups and let him strip the robe from her body, fingers and lips blazing a path over her skin. Stepping in the tub he held out his hand for hers and helped her in. Sitting behind her he pulled her into his lap and smirked as she relaxed back against him. They sipped their tea and talked, sensual strokes of fingers against wet skin arousing them both.

“You up for trying something new kitten.” He growled, the light nip to her shoulder making her shudder.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked slyly knowing he wouldn’t give anything away.

“How are you feeling?” His fingers dipped between her folds, over her clit.

“Better after some food.” She sighed, her head falling back against his shoulder with a thud as that talented finger started to destroy her.

“Feel like putting a spin on soft and sleepy?” He grinned against her skin. “Take your mind off the last 24 hours?”

“So cryptic.” Her chuckle only widened the grin on his face.

“Is that a yes kitten?”

She sat up and turned to look at him. “Yes daddy.” She purred and kissed him sinfully. He wanted to play and after Ana had thrown a wrench in their plans last night, she wasn’t going to let her do that again tonight. It was a blip, they needed to move on.

“In that case, on your knees and turn around kitten.” He growled against her lips, eyes searching hers and only finding the playful glint in them before savaging her mouth. All traces of the emotions from the day gone for the moment. Helping her into position he knelt behind her, legs straddling her calves. “Rest your elbows and forearms on the edge of the tub.” He commanded gently, reaching over and laying a rolled up towel there to cushion the edge.

The water felt erotic against her like this, breasts in the water, spine out of it, the heat and feel of it against her slightly parted legs and pussy arousing her further. A million thoughts raced through her mind as to what he’d do to her, how he’d take her. She’d only ever had sex in the bath with him and all this was so new and exciting she was slightly nervous. The feel of soaped up hands gliding over her back and around her ribs to cup her breasts had an unadulterated moan echo off the tiles.

“Mmmm.” He purred. “I love those sounds you make when I touch you kitten.”

“That feels amazing.” She sighed, feeling all the tension melt off her.

He let his hands roam, relaxing the stress from her system, seducing her, arousing her. Coming up on his knees he rinsed his hand, added some lubricant to his hand, and stroked his hardening cock. Water sports needed some added equipment for mutual comfort especially when it was more than grinding. Those same fingers slipped between her folds, coating her, teasing her as they circled her entrance and then her clit.

“Daddy.” She whimpered, pushing back, greedy to feel him inside her.

“You want me kitten?” He purred.

“All of you.” She breathed as he pressed the engorged head of his cock against her opening. “Always.” Waiting there he pressed the jets on and focused them over her nipples and her clit, the added stimulation making her cry out in shock and ecstasy. Kissing his way up her spine he nipped along the nape of her neck, those pretty noises making his cock twitch, eager to take the plunge.

“Such a good girl for me.” He purred. “So patient for daddy’s cock.” His words and that tone always made her tremble. An erotic cocktail flooding her system and priming it for ultimate pleasure. Reaching a hand under the water he pinched her nipples hard, sensitizing them to the hot water now rippling against them.

“Daddy.” She whimpered. “Please.”

“I think you like that.” He murmured as a hand snaked down between her thighs, finger slipping over her clit, exposing it to the jet. Her cry was beautiful as he watched her in the mirror on the wall. His goddess poised to be fucked. Fingers roamed, pinching, caressing, stroking until she was whimpering, begging for him to enter and make her come. Leaning over he placed a hand between hers on the edge of the tub and loomed over her, caging her in, dominating.

She felt so small when he towered over her like this, small and safe, loved. He took care of her, gave her pleasure, took his own, but above all he freed her, the safety and security to relinquish all her control and just feel. This was no exception.

“I’m going to fuck you slow kitten.” He purred at her ear, the sharp bite to the side of her throat making her gasp. “So you feel every inch of me.” He gave his hips the slightest nudge to feed her the tip and her moan was delicious. “And once you’ve come over and over until you’re wrecked.” He nipped the other side of her throat. Trailing his fingers up the column of her throat he gripped it gently and tipped her head back until her crown rested against his chest and he looked down into those crystalline blue eyes. “I’m going to take you hard.” He growled and savaged her mouth from above. “You’re mine kitten. Every inch of you.” He breathed.

His statement rocked her to her core, the possessiveness, the love. It wasn’t to claim her in a way that was demeaning, or unhealthy, it was staking his claim for their relationship, she was his, he was hers, together.

“Look at me.” He breathed. As her eyes flicked to his he thrust inside.

“Daddy.” She choked, somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and a whimper. It was such a sweet sound.

“Kitten you’re so beautiful.” He breathed, and started to find that slow, devastating rhythm that would shatter her. Nothing aroused him or made him harder than watching her eyes as he slid inside her for the first time.

All she could do was hold on, her brain had shut down largely to the jets whipping her system into overdrive, and the cock tormenting every inch of her pussy. Those eyes of sinful blue watched her, the love she saw in them as he gently gripped her throat, her pulse singing to him from under her skin. She lost herself, let go, and let herself feel everything he gave her. Her climax shocked her as it caught her unawares, the gasp as it thundered through her making that smirk ghost his lips. Her body didn’t wait for a long build up, it rolled right into another peak and crashed through her harder than before. His grip at her throat squeezed and released with her orgasms, heightening, buzzing her system even further. She gave herself to it, let her body tremble and tense, the cries and whimpers tumbling from her lips.

He was painfully hard, the multiple orgasms and feeling her pussy grip him like this was incredible, but he wanted more for her tonight. As she came again he gripped her throat and waited until it ebbed before trailing those clever fingers down between her cleavage to ravage her breasts, lips ghosting hers to keep her head back. Reaching back he lubricated his fingers and stroked her puckered hole, the breathy scream into his mouth making him smile against her cheek.

“You like that don’t you kitten? The feel of me there.” He purred. “Knowing that at some point I’m going to fill that pretty little ass.” His teeth grazed the shell of her ear before he nipped it. “Makes you want to come again doesn’t it?” He whispered.

“Yes.” She breathed, as her body tensed.

“You feel it building.” He dipped two fingers in and straight back out, to give her a taste, probing, relaxing. Circling and dipping in and out again he built another rhythm which tipped her over the edge. That soft scream tearing from her as he nipped her jaw. He built another release, three fingers stretching her ready to take the plunge. As she crested, body tensed, he eased those three digits deeply inside her.

“Daddy.” Her scream as she came euphoric, as the rhythm of his fingers alternated with that of his cock. The gentle push and pull, the feeling of being so full of him sent her body into a never ending spiral of pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm crashed through her like waves on a beach with no end in sight.

“Fuck kitten you feel amazing.” He groaned, the fullness of his fingers inside her making her that much tighter to fuck. “So tight.” His growl gravely and claimed her mouth as she came again screaming. “Such beautiful sounds when I fuck you kitten.” He thrust harder, both hips and fingers, the change in rhythm making her whimper. He glanced at the mirror on the wall, his goddess in the throes of erotic passion, his body taking hers. With hips pistoning she came over and over again, a cascade of pleasure coursing through her system, wrecking her. Slowing his fingers he slipped them from her and cleaned them with soap before rinsing them off in the water. Her whimper had him chuckling wickedly in her ear. “Would you like to try that something new kitten?” He nipped her just below the ear.

“Please daddy.” Her mind went into overdrive. Would he, she wondered? Would he give her one of her ultimate fantasies, to feel him there, for him to fuck her there?

“You’re so good to me.” He growled as he pulled out of her gently and gripped his shaft in his lubricated hand. Stroking himself he made sure his tip was well coated and pressed it against her back door, the gentle probing preparing her and turning her gasp to a unbridled moan. He devoured her mouth as he continued, the feel of her tightness at his tip slowly relax for him eliciting his own groan. “Look at me.” He demanded softly, her eyes snapped to his. With a gentle thrust of his hips he gave her the tip, felt her puckered hole grip him so tightly he nearly came, her cry was guttural. “Fuck kitten.” He choked, cheek pressed against hers as he took a breath.

“Daddy please.” She begged, if he stopped now she’d die, he felt so fucking good. “Oh god.” She choked.

“Greedy little girl.” He growled smirking and inched inside her until he was fully seated. The sounds that came from both of them were primal. He swapped hands to support himself and pulled out before thrusting in again slowly. The tightness of her making him hiss. “I’m going to fuck you hard kitten.” He breathed, the only warning she was going to get as his free hand gripped her hip firmly. Starting slowly he plunged deep, filling her with each snap of his hips, the water splashing between her legs arousing her further. She was almost screaming with every thrust as he began to take her, fuck her as he pleased. “Look at me.” He commanded. “I want to watch you come.” He growled and no sooner had her eyes met his it ripped through her, his groan of pleasure at her puckered hole spasming around his cock almost making him blow his load. Reaching over he lubricated his fingers and slipped his hand between them the touch at her entrance and clit causing her to whimper. “You want daddy to fill you up kitten?” He purred as he slammed his cock into her circling her entrance with his fingers.

“Please daddy.” Her whimper more one of surprise at how good it felt.

Easing three digits into her pussy she lost herself to him and the sensations he pulled from her body. His cock pounded her ass, fingers slowly filled and curled, thumb brushing her clit. She was a writhing, bucking mess of erotic pleasure as one orgasm crashed straight into the other.

“You like that kitten? Hmmm?” He purred as he fucked her, the primal animal surging forward, the need to lose control and take his own pleasure.

“Daddy.” Her whimpers only spurred him on, whipping his system into a frenzy of needing to fuck her like it was the last time he ever would. “Please.” She knew how to make him come, what those pleas did to him.

“Sweet girl come for me.” His voice shuddering with his own pending release. He destroyed her, fucking her into the stratosphere, pleasure like she’d never felt before. Her climax was nothing short of earth shattering, pussy and anus contracting around his cock and fingers so tightly he roared as he orgasmed so hard he almost blacked out. He took her roughly as he rode out the release, pent up aggression and primal energy from the past day needing an outlet as he sated them both. Slowing to a stop he kissed her tenderly and rested his head against her shoulder panting. He eased out of her back door, soap already in hand and thoroughly cleaned his member before wrapping an arm around her for support, her arms were shaking violently. “Are you ok kitten?” She nodded. “I need to hear it love.”

“I’m good.” She whispered.

“Let me help you stand so we can get dry and go crash out.”

“I don’t think I can move.” She said her voice eerily quiet. Pulling the plug he washed her down for hygiene and as the tub emptied helped her to her feet. She was shaky as he turned her to face him, wrapping the towel around her.

Hooking a finger under her chin he waited for her to look at him, had he pushed her too far, he wondered? Too much too soon? He kissed her softly, the love he had for her soothing, sweeping her up in a cocoon of security. Stepping out of the tub first he dealt with the candles and scooped her into his arms and carried her to their bed, laying her down like she was made of glass.

“I’m ok.” She said softly as she curled into him, towel discarded, clinging to him as her system leveled out.

“Are you sure?” He pulled the covers around her and snuggled her in as she nodded. “Did you like it?”

She craned her head back to look at him, finger trailing his jaw. “I love what you do to me.” She said simply and kissed him sweetly. “The way you fuck me, wreck me.” She kissed him, lingering. “The way you free me.” She felt him relax, the anxiety that he’d gone too far falling from him.

“I really want to do that again sometime.” He said quietly, fingers stroking the length of her body before he snuggled her in.

“Me too.” Her voice muffled, she was nearly asleep.

“Sleep now love.” He kissed her brow. “I’ll rock your world again tomorrow before the kids get home.”

“Ok.” She yawned. “Gustaf?”

“Mmmm?”

“I love you.” She slurred, wrecked and sleepy.

“Love you too lovely lady.” He let the day go as she crashed out. “Just a blip, now we move on.” He mumbled and let the exhaustion claim him.

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[lady-feste-pendragon]

Can I ask about your hyperfocus folk song list

YOU CAN BUT YOU SHOULDN’T

there’s not much to it tbh it’s just a set of songs whose Histories and Mysteries make me Feel Things so i find it Meditative or Calming sometimes to listen to them A Lot but also sometimes i find myself thinking about them too much and get too hype so the calming part doesn’t always work and this won’t be v articulate i’m warning you now 

The songs are House of the Rising Sun, Oh Death/Conversations with Death, Silver Dagger, and In the Pines/Black Girl/Where Did You Sleep

so at first glance these are just folk songs?? probs southern appalachian in origin, not particularly exciting, don’t have a lot in common besides genre, but could kinda be bangers in the right context but 

House of the Rising Sun: So i know it goes “there is a place in new orleans” and includes a line about “new blue jeans” but fun fact: this song predates New Orleans and jeans by hundreds of years, in fact the earliest we can trace this back to is actually the 1400s????? and it has two different starkly Similar Melodies. Whether there was actually a house called the rising sun (probs a tavern, possibly a brothel) is beside the point, and the original lyrics probs referenced a place in England or Scotland (or possibly France?) (or i did find one source at one time that mentioned it couLD have come from further into eastern europe which is even More Wild) and there’s so many different Things the song could imply and it’s So OLD no one knows for sure. So there’s a version where The Rising Sun is a brothel at which the singer works and has been her ruin bc she’s a “fallen woman”, there’s a cover where the Rising Sun is a casino/gambling den where the singer has lost all their money and gone into debt to the point of being sent to a workhouse/prison, but there’s also loTS of implication that Rising Sun might be a prison, and the singer killed their husband/father for wronging them in some way and will spend the rest of their life in prison for the crime, and it all depends on the emphasis the singer puts on which words and the verses the singer chooses to sing

Oh Death/Conversations With Death: We hAVE!!!!! no ideA HOw old thiS is!!!!, it’s widely attributed to this one preacher (Lloyd Chandler) who claimed he wrote it after an euphoric religious vision but the truth is the theme and melody have roots in older songs, but unlike Rising Sun we can’t throw this one as far back it’s all very Nebulous, and i know everyone’s familiar with the Jen Titus cover for supernatural or that one the lady did for the video game but guys she cut out all the best verses we’re talking i’ll fix your feet so you can’t walk i’ll lock your jaw so you can’t talk, i’ll strip the flesh from off your frame, the earth and worms both have their claim it’s a song that is so painfully human in discussing a stark and not-pretty or dignified fear of our own ends, but also discusses death in a very stark non-spiritual early manner, there’s not really a lot of talk of souls, and i don’t think any mention of a god or an afterlife. It’s stark and bare, nothing but your physical body and the specter of death come to end you. There is an extremely religious extremely protestant christian version but it dates back to much More Recent, and if you’ve heard the original at all, then It Sucks. but alSO there’s anoThER song called oh death that i knoW you haven’t heard that does the exact opposite of the very early-body talk of the Oh Death that you know, in that there is still horror and revulsion, but also wild euphoria in loss and hope and spirituality without being obnoxious and it goes oh death/oh death/that stole my mother and gone/just look/just look/just look what the lord done done/soon one morn when death comes to creep in my room/oh lord i know, lord i know my time ain’t long, and the tune is jubilant and dancing despite the grim horror of the lyrics and!! the songs’ histories are tangled up into each other, and are likely derivative of each other despite the vast differences in in tone and content 

Silver Dagger: I actually know the least about this song because it never had a proper revitalization like the others have, and this is Probably the One most people have Never Heard Of, buT we do know that like Rising Sun, it’s so much older than people realize and it’s a fascinating piece for me because it started out as apparently as many as ten songs back in the 1600s and 1700s before slowly being merged into one UltraSong in the early 1800s, there may have been Multiple Versions each refer to Specific Named Women with Specific Differing (But Ultimately Related) Reasons for rejecting their beau and vowing a life of celibacy (and i think implied lesbianism is one of them somewhere down the line) and--some of the tunes survive in subtle variations in melody with two main ones (the one that goes high and the one that stays even for want of another way to describe them in text form -.-). This also seems to be the one that has changed the least since the early 1800s, probs bc it was written down faster, and when you listen to it it’s like listening to the ghosts of all the songs it was before

In the Pines/Black Girl/Where Did You Sleep Last Night: Once again, this song is a lot older than you think it is, dating back to at least the 1790s-1810s but possibly earlier, depending on the verses. The newcomer to the list, this one is fascinating because we have no idea what it’s about. It’s a conversation between two people, about an event that seems tricky to pin down, but the conversation reaches No satisfactory conclusion in any version I’ve found so far and it’s never clear who the speaker Or who the person they’re talking to are. in some cases it seems to be a parental figure, in others a lover, in others a not-friendly entity of unknown authority, in others a concerned stranger. The event seems to be a night in which the Girl has been missing, but the reasons for the missing are also never explained and there’s Heavy Evidence in some verses that she’s Dead and a Ghost. And theres a Lot of verses for this one, and all of them refer to different events. There’s a lot going on about a train, and once again it’s possible that this was once two songs that became one song? in some versions it’s Just about a train that doesn’t arrive, and in some verses it’s Just about a train wreck and the Girl doesn’t even factor into it. But there’s also a version that’s just about a wrecked relationship--possibly a man who has abandoned a pregnant woman, possibly about a rape and murder. There’s also verses that refer to an accident--a brutal decapitation of the Girl’s father/brother/husband by train with no clear cause, but there’s references in other verses to the man being straight up murdered and dismembered with no train involved. And in the version specifically called Black Girl, the verses often refer to a police-involved/sanctioned double murder of a black girl’s father and brother, which the girl managed to survive only by escaping into the forest, only to be caught by police in the morning

HERE’S The thing that kiLLS me tho, all four of these songs!!!! are sO OLD!!! they’re snapshot reactions and interpretations of the human condition that date back hunDREDS of yeARS, they were all recorded first in the 1910s/20s because that’s when recording technology began getting cheaper and more widely available, they all have roots in multiple cultures and regions spanning an entire ocean, they’re so old guys, and yeT!!! they’re still popular today!!! they’re all still mainstream (arguably) songs covered by dozens of artists in dozens of different genres!!!! You can find heavy rock versions of Rising Sun and In the Pines, you can find a cover of Oh Death with a million synth instruments oR a psychedelic desert folk cover if that’s more your jam, there’s a version of silver dagger that sings both melodies, there’s covers of in the pines in major key and minor key, sung fast and sung Spooky, you can find covers over Oh Death with spoken word/rap interludes. All four of them had popular revivals in the 60s and again in the 2000s, and people are still singing them today!!! they’re history!!! that you can hear!!! and no one realizes!!! half the people i’ve talked to think The Animals wrote Rising Sun when they’re really just a footnote!!! 

Boy i die!!!! all the time!!!

[nctiism127]

So, you write for SuperM? I’ve been having this fantasy where the reader is best friends with Taeyong, Mark, and Lucas. I can only imagine what kind of foursome would occur here. Which member would f**k your mouth, genitals, and butthole?

“You’re enjoying, don’t you? Being taken while others are watching. Our filthy babygirl” Taeyong said while he was pounding so hard into you. You were on your fours, Taeyong was behind you while Lucas was jerking himself and Mark was watching you two. You don’t know how you get in this position, not that you’re complaining.

“One of you come please, I need more” you said while pointing at Mark and Lucas. Mark was the first to react at your words. He took his cock out of his pants, he was already hard so you only took him in your mouth gagging in the process, he was big and you loved it. Mark was a moaning mess, so did you. The difference was that your moans were muffled by Mark’s cock. “Like that darling, you’re taking me so good, you know? Your mouth is doing magic baby” Mark groaned, grabbing your hair in a ponytail. You were so focused on giving Mark the pleasure he deserves that you almost forgot Taeyong wrecking you completely, almost.

Taeyong noticed this, and he pounded in you in such a powerful way that it made you scream “Don’t forget I am the one who’s giving you pleasure babygirl” you hummed and Taeyong increased the pace. He was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum, so did you. Mark was close too, grabbing your head harder than before, increasing his pace. Both of them were now fucking you without mercy, chasing their highs. Mark was the first to finish, shooting his load of cum into your mouth, and you take it all like a good girl. Mark sat down on the floor, too dizzy to walk away.

“Fuck, harder Taeyong, harder” you screamed at him, and he only complied. “You’re so fucking tight babygirl, you really want my cum, don’t you baby? Fuck” his pace became faster and faster and you came, shouting his name at the top of your lungs. In and out, he finally came, filling you up with his load. He left you so you could rest a little but Lucas was more than ready after watching you take his friends so good. He was already naked, you didn’t notice when he took off his clothes. So now you could see how big he was.

“My turn princess, but I want something more” Lucas took your whole body and put you in fours again. “I need you to relax princess, if I hurt you or you feel uncomfortable just tell me ok?” You were touched by his politeness. “It’s fine Lucas, I can take you”

He went straight to your arse. Going in slowly so you could adjust at his size. “Please move Lucas” Lucas started to increase the pace, your arse being so tight giving him so much pleasure and overstimulating you in the process. The feeling was bittersweet it was painful, but it felt so good. “Y/N you make me feel amazing, like if i was touching the clouds baby”. His hand went to your clitoris, giving you more pleasure than before. “You’re so tight princess, come with me when I say it”

You were almost there too, with your first orgasm that happened a few minutes ago, you were more that ready, you just needed the words from Lucas.

“COME, NOW” Lucas ordered you and you were seeing stars at this point, you were euphoric. Lucas was in the same state as you. You gave him an amazing orgasm, and he gave you one too.

After Lucas left the bed you were too tired to moved. You closed your eyes starting to get sleepy, when you felt someone cleaning you up. You felt another body laying next to you. You open you eyes and you saw Mark next to you, Taeyong was cleaning you and Lucas arrived and laid on your other side. You couldn’t believe you just has a foursome with your friends, and you just hoped this wasn’t a one time thing.

[wtfevenismypage]

Sinfully Sweet pt.2

 Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary:You shouldn’t be this addicted to him, but he was just so sinfully sweet.

Warnings:Smut (Penetrative sex, oral (male recieving)), Cursing

A/N: Almost everyone said Spencer should be a switch (Dom+) so congrats! I’ll add a few sub Spencer scenes throughout the series! This series is going to be filled with a whole lot of Smut, so if that ain’t your thing, I recommend not reading!

You don’t completely remember how you ended up on your knees for this guy, but you weren’t upset.

You were sending winks his way throughout the night. 

He kept blushing, but it was so fucking hot.

He bought out your private room.

You giddily made your way over after a pep talk with Renee.

And now here you are, pulling his dick out of his boxers with a smirk. You tug his boxers to his ankles. Gently, you wrap your hands around it, giving it one long stroke and earning a groan from him.

It filled your ego with pride, knowing this was the response you elicited from him. 

You lick a thin stripe of saliva from the base all the way to his tip, wrapping your lips around his cock and twirling your tongue around.

“Holy shit.”

Oh. 

His voice.

It hadn’t occurred to you that you never even heard him speak a word before, you were too caught up in his body language, emphasis on the body. 

You took him in deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat, making you gag momentarily before getting used to the feeling of him. He tasted phenomenal, your tongue swirling around his underside. 

Your hands separate to different areas, the right on his balls, and the left on your barely clothed clit.

“Fuck.”

He grabs your already tied hair, gently smothering his cock further down your throat. You moan at the feeling of your cold fingers on your clit, feeling your arousal soak into your thong.

The noises coming from your mouth were straight out of a porno, so elicit and entrancing that both of you couldn’t stop moaning. 

The vibrations of your hums kept going straight to his cock, a euphoric feeling that he would be sure to remember. 

He pulls you up, your mouth coming off of his dick with a ‘pop’, and he pushes you onto the bed in the small private room. 

Quickly, he grabs a condom from the bedside table, rolling it over his lengthy cock.

“Shit... You’ve been staring at me all night baby, you want me huh?”

Of course he knew you wanted him. You’re not that good at hiding your body language, hell, you thrived off of making men reciprocate the lust that you expressed. He knew from the moment you tripped on the stage that you wanted him.

And he wanted you too. The moment he caught your eye he knew he wasn’t going to go home early like he usually does. Hell, Morgan wouldn’t stop teasing him for his sudden pique of interest in staying when he had so desperately begged Morgan to let him stay home. 

But now here he was, toying with your soaked cunt with those long fingers of his. You moaned out so loudly, if there wasn’t music roaring on the dance floor beyond the silk opaque curtains that blocked you and the mystery man off, they would have for sure heard you.

“Oh my god... Fuck me please!”

He lets a lazy smirk cover his lips, his fingers dipping into your tight pussy with a loud groan from you. 

He curled his fingers upwards, toying around with your insides as your eyes cross, your jaw dropping while he fucks his fingers in and out.

The moans just keep slipping out of you with each quick thrust of his hand. You plead and beg him to fuck you, whining for his cock to be inside of you.

And oh boy does he deliver.

Quicker than you can see, he inserts his cock deep inside of you, making you moan so loud it could practically be a scream. It stretched you so good, reaching the back of your insides and thrusting in and out at a slow, but rapidly increasing speed.

It felt electric, your orgasm snuck up on you unexpectedly. Your insides felt like an insatiable fire with his groans and moans being your fuel.

“Please... Please can I cum?”

You begged, pleading with his dark eyes that only made you want to cum more. 

And with a small nod of his head you fall far over the edge of euphoria, letting the warmth wash over your body and your legs shaking like thunder.

He followed quickly behind you, cumming into a condom as his dick is buried deep inside of you.

You must have blacked out on what happened next, because next thing you know you’re back behind the bar completely cleaned up. And Spencer is nowhere to be seen.

But Renee and Jake slide next to you, nudging your arms with smug smirks.

“What have you been up to little girl?”

“I was taking every chance I could get to get the fuck away from you two smug assholes.”

They dramatically laugh, and you look around, realizing that no one is really around anymore. It’s cleared out, all of the customers are gone.

“Okay, now that we are alone, tell me about your clients!”

Renee says, always the nosy brat. But you smile anyways, letting Jake speak first.

“Okay, I got laid by this super hot muscly dude, like, he was tall and tan and those abs sweetie. You can clean clothes in the fifties on those abs. and his skin was like, super clear. Not a single scar or blemish on his pale snow skin. Oh and don’t even get me started on his dick dude. It was massive.”

You smiled, Jake always did have a thing for muscles, you and him kind of had a complete opposite taste in men. You liked guys who were more lean and skinny, but he loved thick muscly guys.

“What about you Y/N? You seemed pretty happy to get to that private room.”

Renee says as a smile falls over your features. Hell yeah you were happy, that guy was fucking hot.

“Oh my god I don’t thing I’ve ever cum harder in my life. He like, filled me up so snug and good, and holy hell it was just amazing. Only issue is, I didn’t get his name, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t get mine.”

You shrug, grabbing your jeans and hoodie from your bag on the floor and slipping them on, clutching the oversized sleeves to protect your fingers from the cold air around you.

“Who knows, maybe he’ll return for more.”

That night you walked home in the rain, the freezing water making your skin jump up with goosebumps. When you arrived home, you ran a hot bath and scrubbed your skin down slowly.

You could practically feel his fingers on your skin, remembering his lengthy cock burying itself into your body. Oh what you would do just to feel it again, to allow him to completely ruin you. 

He was holding back earlier and you knew it. You wanted him to wreak havoc on your body, to pillage, use, and abuse it until you were left a quivering mess of foggy thoughts. 

Or, maybe you would wreck him. Maybe you would deny him an orgasm so many times he would beg you to let him cum. He would be left in tears by the time you were done with him. 

Maybe, just maybe, you would peg him. Fuck him senseless until he forgets his own name. Wouldn’t that be a beautiful sight? Him on top of you, bouncing on a dildo with those crimson red cheeks?

Soon enough you had your fingers fucking themselves into you, crying out from how sensitive you were but holy fuck it felt so good. 

You approached your high quicker than usual, thanks to the image of mystery man stuck in your brain, and you washed yourself down a final time before getting out of the tub and flopping on your bed.

You didn’t even care about your sheets soaking up the moisture of your body, which usually made you cringe, you were to tired to care. 

The next morning was dreadful. You woke up sweating with a stuffy nose and a sore throat.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccck.”

You whine out, checking your temperature which was a booming 103 degrees. 

So you did what you could do.

“Jaaaaaaaake! Wake Renee up and get over here! I’m sick and I want soup.”

You shouted over your phone, listening to Jake chuckle.

“Sweetie we’re already on our way. Have you checked the time?”

So you look at the clock on your phone, groaning at the numbers.

“Shit... 10:34... I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize sweetie, we’ll be over with food soon.”

“Thank you my loves!”

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[monstaxardeur]

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

It was a summer evening and you and Minhyuk were high on summer breeze and very much love drunk. He was a playful lover there was no doubt about that and he had you under his embrace on the couch that oddly perfectly fit you two, but only for cuddles. He nuzzled into your neck his soft bangs tickling you, making you laugh his favorite sound and he was uttering cheesy one-liners and you hugged him closer. "Y'know if I get diabetes it'll be cuz of you." He mumbled in between planting swift kisses to the side of your neck leaving you a little breathless at how he teased you. His hands grazed over the fabric of your sundress over all the sensitive places he remembered so well. Your head was in the clouds relishing in the moment until you focused on a word in between his sweet mumbles. "Would love to wife you up I swear to the fuckin’ gosh." And you sat up immediately, "What did you say?" Panic rushed onto Min realizing he could have messed up, ‘too soon he guessed’ and he smiled sheepishly. "Nothing. What did I say? I don't know." He shrugged it off and you got closer to him and saw his eyes widen, your grin widening as well. "Trust me I won't freak out but who is to say I won't tease you about this to the others." Min was even more mortified imagining that and you felt so powerful giggling evilly. "So you did say what I think you said? Spill it I wanna hear it." He pouted, frowning cutely and shook his head, "Look I'll do anything just don't tell anyone." He complained and there was a spark in your eye that he saw and initially, he was worried about your demand and gulped backing away a little but you pulled him close giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "Are you sure about that cuz I might just have something." Minhyuk's lips curled into a smile realizing where the request was leading yet he was still unsure until you leaned by his ear and whispered a small intimate request and Minhyuk's eyes darkened but the mischief in his eyes was bright. You were the one panicking all confused now about why he was grinning so wide as if he won a lottery ticket. "A deal is a deal, okay but I gotta admit you wasted your once in a lifetime opportunity over something like this? Baby you just needed to ask." He immediately hovered over you as you fell back on the couch and his lips hungrily latched on to your jaw and slowly moved towards your neck, wet bruising kisses that had you become a mess so quick. Lack of words from you made him chuckle. "What you thought I would turn back from such a request?" You nodded a big yes with that disbelief look, surprised at how he gave in so quick, eagerly too, "Uhh yeah?!" He backed up, with one arm holding him propped up, his other hand traced over your face as his thumb had him smearing your baby pink gloss even more before leaning down to nip at your bottom lip and he whispered to you, "I'll wreck you so fucking hard tonight baby." His words were doubled with a long rough stroke of his finger over your clothed clit and you almost gasped swallowing a moan and he only watched and relished the way you responded. His kiss was deeper this time and slow like a sweet poison setting in all the while his hands traced under your sundress in soft touches, he was such a mix of passion and gentle love it was quite something. "Baby can we not on the couch please." You requested in between kisses and he 'hmmd' breaking off the kiss.

Minhyuk led you by the hand to his bedroom and let you get comfy on the bed as he dimmed the lights for mood lighting and immediately pulled off his shirt over his head that had you reaching out to him, pulling him over you kissing him with much more fervour, all restraints of shyness diminishing in his familiar arms and the safe confines of his room. Clothes were slowly being flung left and right until there was nothing between you two. Minhyuk's lips trailed down your frame, slowly taking his sweet time. His hands fondling your sensitive perked buds, groping at your chest earning a whining moan from you and he kept going lower. The first time that is, this was your request apparently, he pried open your legs and saw your cheeks flush, "You don't have to do it you know-" Your words broke off and you hissed at the wet kisses he planted inside your thighs, wet kisses that turned into marks that were meant to stay, he was teasing again and when the urge reached its limits your hands ran between your legs to feel some friction. "Tch tch no touching yourself." he gently pulled your hand away and you felt the warmth of his tongue flat against your aching core down there. You whimpered at the sensation, back arching and Minhyuk spared no time in applying pressure, he let his thumb rub vigorously over your clit as his tongue teased the nerves at your entrance. You had been loud before when you had sex with your boyfriend but somehow today it hit different to him. The blood was rushing straight to his crotch and it wasn't helping that he was already so hard for you, had been for a good while now. You eventually mewled his name softly and he let go before inserting a digit inside of you, and then another and he crawled back over you kissing you almost hungrier, needier and bit on your lip harshly, "Do you like how you taste yourself on me hmm?" He teased while asking and you were a moaning mess unable to respond. Your hands had been clawing lightly at his torso before trailing down and you held his throbbing member giving it a few strokes. He broke, spewing curses, burying his face in your neck. His fingers inside of you had slowed down and although you disliked the feeling of emptiness you removed his hand and sat up a little still moving your hand up down his shaft. You nipped at his defined jaw and collarbones with your gloss smeared lips and started littering his chest as he hissed each time, purple-blue marks bloomed all over his chest and collarbones and in between kisses you looked up at his blissed-out face, he was the most beautiful thing you'd seen in that moment. You reached out to his bedside grabbing the packet of protection and put it on him before proceeding to straddle him. Minhyuk held you in his arms and helped you to align with himself. It felt so familiar to do this now, he entered and stretched you out so good you moaned almost a little too loud. Your nails already beginning to dig his back with harsh marks. You moved needy as ever having been left on the edge, you both moved to find the right rhythm, your hands holding him in a light choke with broken kisses because the feeling was overwhelming that built up. His soft raspy moans at feeling your walls around him fueled you. Minhyuk was not the type to go rough but sometimes he would wild out and you can’t deny loving it. His fingers knotted in your hair gripping your head back to bite down on your neck. You cried from pleasure and you cried out his name earning a groan from him. His pace picked up and he rasped, "I want to hear you baby, be loud for me, scream my name." He pushed you on your back and wrapped your legs around him wanting more access and moved deeper. You started to cry out his name in whines first until you slowly got louder, you were close, so close it was driving you wild, your walls finally clenched around him and you swallowed that last moan with your head thrown back in euphoric pleasure. His name chanted off your lips in a faint whisper like prayer and that was all that he needed to come crashing with a grunt and he panted riding out his pleasured high. "Fuck I love you Min." you panted reaching out to hold his face in your palms. "Well that's good or I’d be worried I’m the only one whose knee-deep in love with you." He panted back and you smiled, beaming from bliss, giving him a firm kiss and mumbled in between, "I guess I can be wifed up then." He broke the kiss and looked at you a little confused, "I know we agreed to take it slow...despite me wanting to dive headfirst into all of this whenever I’m with you..." You were blissed out in love from having had connected with someone physically and emotionally and you knew he was too since he’d voiced it on numerous occasions. He held your hand that’d been resting on his chest over his heart and he kissed your palms. "I think I’ve already dived headfirst into our love" He replied and you giggled and lightened the mood as he proceeded to pull up the covers over you both. "But hey until then we can make good use of all the tension that builds between us for angsty lovemaking." Minhyuk smiled that mischievous smile, "Mhmm, is that so? Well then I'll make sure to drive you up the wall." There was mirthful laughter in the bedroom, just two insanely in love people having made love and talking about their forever after.

~

You both had had a lot to think after that day but you had a sudden gut feeling, an affirmation of sorts and you had decided to let him know. You were nervous of course when you stepped out of the bathroom in just the towel wrapped around you, you were getting ready to change for bed. Minhyuk was just examining his face in the mirror as he casually took off his suit blazer since you two had just come home from a nice, fancy date. It had been dreamy and perfect and had furthermore grounded your decision. "Minhyuk I've been thinking a lot about us and I don't mean to freak you out or pressure you but I just needed to let you know." You were going on about it and Min just stepped forward with his hands in his pocket a soft smile on his lips as if he knew what you were going to say and he was perhaps waiting. "I think I’m ready to- wait, no; scratch that, I AM ready for us, for you and me together.” Your paused before continuing, “all the daydreaming about moving in together and getting a furbaby and everything...and perhaps when the time's right you can wife me up too." You mumbled and trailed off the last part a little nervously while fiddling with your fingers, looking away. All you felt was a soft smooch, a kiss to your forehead that made you look up at him and he was smiling endearingly, like a puppy, beaming. It was sincere and honest and he held up your hands kissing your knuckles. "I was sure one of these days it would happen, I was very sure..." He looked away feeling his voice crack, and hid the faint traces of tears that were welling up, he found it odd he was being so emotional over this but he was just a boy in love. You hugged him and a few tears escaped your eyes as you felt the emotions run high. "I love you Min...I mean it with every fiber of my being." He wrapped his arms around you hearing you say that, in a protective strong hug, the kind that makes you feel safe and at home. "And I love you with all my heart and soul.." He replied there was a comforting silence in that moment until he added cutely, “...wifey.” and made you chuckle.

New foundations of love, trust, empathy and sincerity grounded the seeds of a forever home that day. For you and your sunshine~