#his hair is fluffye and i need to touch it

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

[v0rewhxre]

QUICK SHORT THOUGHTS (MDNI)

If you remember how back in the One Direction Days, everyone would create those short blurbs about each of the boys? Well here's one with the Bad Omens boys!

MDNI!!!! 18+++++++

CW: SMUTTTTTT: f masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dom/sub talk, talks of p in v, talks of rope play, talks of handcuffs, some fluffyness (Let me know if I missed any!)

This is my first go at writing something smutty in a long long time so go easy on me :)

How each boy would interact while you masturbated in front of them:

Noah: Noah is a little bit devious when it comes to allowing you to masturbate. On one hand, he LOVES that you feel sexually free enough to masturbate in front of him. He loves the confidence you have in doing it, despite the sheepish smiles you give him when you catch his eyes. That man STARES right at what you're doing with your pussy. When he's in a sub mood, you make him beg to look at your throbbing pussy. And boy does he whimperrrrr when you finally allow him. When he's more dominant he'll tell you what to do. He punishes you by rubbing his own cock, which he knows you get slightly jealous of. Why does he need to use his hand when he has you. It becomes a competition, who moans the loudest, who is going to cum first. It turns into Noah pulling you to the edge of the bed and fucking you doggy style. After you both finish, he helps you with aftercare which turns into him munching on you for a bit.

Folio: Folio is a very sweet boy, and he is submissive to your every will. You have him handcuffed and tied up, forcing him to watch as you ride your dildo in front of him. "You wish this was your cock love, right?" "Could you make me feel this good, love?". He politely says, "yes ma'am" with quick nods. His cock is so angry and hard, bobbing with every moan you let slip. He has tears streaming down his face, watching as you enjoy your toy more than he thinks you enjoy him... which isn't correct. Eventually, you guilty conscious takes over and you decide to make love to Folio instead. Riding him slow and sensually, kissing away his tears when you finally let him cum. You press your forehead against his as you finally allow yourself to finish. Once you're done , you'd both get in the bath and goof around with the fishing rod you bought him (which is a toy that is made for 3 year olds for the bathtub).

Jolly: Jolly is a little selfish, he loves the idea that you would want to get off in front of him but why is he not involved more. He wonders if your vibrator feels better than his fingers on your clit, he also wonders how often you do this when he's not there. When you close your eyes, you better be thinking of him. He often breaks the 'don't touch, only look' rule by slowly creeping his hands to your caress your thighs. Eventually he is sitting so closely that your butt is in his lap. He is slowly rubbing his tip all around your over-stimulated and over-wet slit, he can't help but join in. He doesn't even let you cum by yourself, he's fucking the shit outta you. You both finish at the same time, ending the night lounging around naked playing guitar together.

Nicholas: Let's be real Nicholas is a LOVER, but he also has quite a dominant side about him. He would lovingly watch you, not watch you play with your pussy or the way you use your toy, but intently stare into your eyes which drives you CRAZY (in many ways)! "Nicky look at how wet I am!" "Nicky, look at how well I play with my pussy". But he wouldn't, he would just stare at you with love which honestly made everything feel much more intense. He would watch you cum, and then fuck you slowly and punishingly afterwards. He would edge you until you were practically screaming, begging for some type of release. Only when he was ready to cum would he allow you to go over the edge with him. You both end up a sweaty mess with tangled hair. You would both fall asleep in each other's arms, Nicholas' lips pressed into the top of your head.

[onmywaytofanfic]

Dreams (Shino X OC)

This short text it is not "cannon" with my fics, I just need to write something fluffy and lovely becasue my mind need that. Hope you enjoy this fluffyness thing..

It was getting late, Reina was worried that her father hasn’t come yet, and so was I since mine hasn’t either. It was the first time that both of us had spent so much time separated from them, or was her? Could it be him? The matter was that she was worried about the baby as was I. We have spent a lovely evening together, the baby was already 5 weeks old, and our parents offered themselves to care for the baby for a couple of hours so we could have a lovely dinner together, as a couple, something that we haven’t had for quite some time. “My breast is aching” murmured while touching both “Please, come” she needed to relieve herself, breastfeeding seems so beautiful and painful simultaneously.

I could spend all that time, looking at both bonding. I loved to give her some gentle massage on her back, giving her some water or a lovely tea while she was doing her duty. It was something magical to see her face shine when the baby grabs her nipple and how she giggles while looking at them. So, in love. However, when it was past the time the baby should have their meal, that was what happened, terrible pain in her breast as her milk accumulated there. Not to mention her backpains due to the sudden breast-weight that she has gain, and all those lotions that she had to put in her breast, so it did not hurt after the feeding.

I hug her from behind and settle my chin on her head “It hurts” she moaned “Shall I fetch the bump so you can relieve some of the pression?” she when mute thinking about my proposal. She ad pumped two full feeding bottles for the baby so, in case they had hunger, their grandparents should oversee it. It was just a couple of hours, three since the baby was gone and she already was full and in pain. She nodded gently and while she was taking of her shirt and looking for a comfortable position in which relieve all that, I went to the baby’s room to take the bump.

She was there, laying on the sofa, tired and worried. He looked at her one more time, with a faint smile while walking to the baby’s room. Once there, he looked around, everything was neatly place in the different pieces of furniture that they carefully chosen for them. There were some small drawings of ladybugs, butterflies, some caterpillars… It was their uncle job. He could not believe it. He was a father, he had a family, something that he had long for years. He took the bump and everything that she needed. He gently brushed the tiny teddy that Kiba had given to them. It was a tiny Akamaru, Himawari and Boruto had one too. He would never tell Hinata or him, but they knew that he knitted them himself.

A knock in the front door, the grandparents were there. He could hear Reina rushing to put on something to open the door, he was just entering the living room when he saw his father entering his home with his grandchild in his arm “He is fast asleep” it was Reina’s father voice, he was carrying the little baby cart. Reina let them in and sat in the sofa, after taking her child in her arms, she gently pressed a sweet kiss in their forehead. “Did you have fun?” she murmured in a soft purr. She kept them close to her heart while sitting in the sofa, it seemed as if her breast pain evaporated into thin air.

Both grandparents left the things nearby, my father got closer to me. These weeks seemed to have taken the best of him, he couldn’t avoid having a subtle smile in his face. Small, faint, and sweet, he knew he had the same one. Reina’s father, _____, was on her side, given her little caress in her cheeks and hair. I was there, frozen and stuck looking at her, looking at them. It had been only 5 weeks, but way before they were there, I knew that I was ready to give my life for them, as I am right now ready to give it for both. “I have brought the bump” I got closer “Do you think that I should wake them up?” They were so happy sleeping in her arms.

“Have they eaten something?” “No, son” my father’s words right behind me startle me a little, I was too focused on my child. “Wake them and feed them. It would be better it has been three hours; they ate something before going.” Reina nodded and started to try to get rid of her shirt. “Let me help you, ladybug” his father always had those tender words for her. He took the baby in his arm. She decided to go all for it and took the whole T-shirt off. “Honey,” it escaped my mouth “Do you feel good?” I was scared, her breast looked quite reddish, and the veins were visible “Don’t worry it is just…I have too much” She took the baby and set the nipple near them trying to wake them up.

They started to move quite cheerful and opened their tiny eyes for a moment. Those black eyes, those Aburame’s eyes. We do not have eyes as…everyone else. They are sensitive to the sun light, that’s why our houses tend to be rather gloomy inside, we can see a wider range of colours and even in the dark. Like insects. However, consequently Aburame’s babies tend to open their eyes and see things clearer longer than a normal baby who takes 8 weeks to see their parents. It is a little bit longer for them. However, they could see and feel the nipple, and that meant yummy. He immediately grabbed the nipple in his mouth and started munching. Some sweet nectar slipped through their mouth. I kissed her head and stood there, smelling her sweet aroma while watching her mothering my child. “I am going to make you some tea, honey” I murmured; however, it was my father who quickly rushed to the kitchen to pour some water in the teapot, her father also rose and started to prepare some herbs to have a natural well measured tea. I took his place in the sofa and watched her nurture our child.

The doorbell scared them and started crying vividly, she tired to calmed them. When I open the door, it was my brother with Fuu and my niece Harika, she was almost 5 and quite lively. She immediately when to see the baby “Oh! Eating!” she laughed and sat near Reina, watching the baby calmed down and returning to their eating duty. “How are you, Harika?” She laughed and started rumbling about her classes, Reina listened. “Sorry to interrupt your meal, that’s on you uncle Torune”  Fuu got closer to greet Reina and the baby. “You are bigger than last day, aren’t you?”

Torune closed the door and poke my shoulder, it was a gentle sign, one of affection among us. “Sorry for waking them up” “Don’t worry” “It is impossible to take that smile of you, isn’t it?” Indeed it was impossible to take that dream out of him.  

[ohbae-me]

kissing list thingy : 3 with mammon !!

3. Mammon. A breathy demand; kiss me. And what the other person does to respond. 

Thanks for this one! I love me some Mammon fluffyness with all my heart. 

Have some Mammon with his slightly insecure little human~

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When Mammon asked MC to do a shoot with him, she was as equally excited as she was nervous. She had seen Mammon in all the magazines, looking effortlessly gorgeous. To have him think that she was on par enough to model with him like that both stroked her ego and hit every insecure button she had.

“You’ll be with THE Mammon! It’ll be easy peasy! They’ll pay ya well for it too! My services don’t come cheap.” He assured her when he noticed her hesitation. Reluctantly she’d agreed. If anything she wanted to see how it all worked. To see just what Mammon was like in his element. She’d asked Mammon about a hundred questions the night before, anxiety getting the better of her. He’d simply waved it off, saying all they needed to do was show up. The studio would take care of the rest. 

When they’d arrived at the studio the next day, MC was in awe. The place was bustling with a hurried energy. It seemed like several shoots were happening all at once. She clutched at his arm, worried she’d lose herself in the chaos. 

“Heh, you live in a house with the most powerful demons in the Devildom, and you're worried over some cameras?” He shook his head, but grabbed her hand, threading their fingers together. “It’ll be fine! I’m here with ya.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and led her through the studio. 

“Aha! There’s our couple of the month! This way, this way!” A man waving a clipboard ushered them towards a change room, where it appeared the stylists were already waiting for them. Did he say couple? Mammon seemed unfazed and completely at home. It was clear that Mammon was highly regarded here. Assistants and stylists alike were constantly checking in on him, ensuring he was comfortable. They were offered champagne and snacks as small adjustments were made to their outfits, and finishing touches were made to their hair and makeup. MC quickly downed 2 glasses of the bubbly liquid, hoping to calm her nerves.

She soon found that she was worried for nothing. As it turned out, Mammon was really a natural at this. The shoot was for a big fancy jewellery company, and they needed a couple to model the new line of engagement rings. Mammon knew exactly what to do, and made it so easy and natural for MC to follow his lead. Their friendship had always been on the affectionate side, and she’d be lying if she said she’d never thought of being more than friends. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was her internally living out her daydreams, but MC found herself growing bolder as the shoot continued. She pulled him closer, their chests pressed firmly together. She had hoped to make it look more like an actual engagement pose.

The photographer instructed her to place her hand on his cheek, flashing the ring on her finger towards the camera. She complied, and Mammon leaned forward. Their noses brushed, and she could feel Mammon's warm breath on her lips. 

Her brain felt all hazy, and she was sure she was imagining things when she heard Mammon whisper, “Kiss me.”

The look in his eye made her sure that’s what he’d said. Without a second thought she closed the short gap between them. His lips were warm and eager on hers, and she briefly wondered if Mammon could feel how quickly her heart was pounding. She felt his arms wrap a little tighter around her waist as they were broken out of their little bubble.

“Perfect! Okay, now Mammon I want you to-” MC felt dazed the rest of the shoot. She wondered again if it was just her imagination playing cruel tricks on her, but she couldn’t help but think that Mammon held her just a little bit tighter the rest of the afternoon. 

[jobean12-blog]

“Damn baby girl you are thick in ALL the right places” + (drunk?) Beefy Bucky

Teasing Touch

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,496

Summary: Buck loves to have his hands on you at all times and when you go to a party with your friends and he has a few drinks of something special Thor brings, well he takes it a little further than usual....

Author’s Note: So I combined this with another awesome prompt (found below) I got because they seem to fit well together, hope you guys enjoy this! I’m also using it for the HBC’s Headcanon Wednesday @the-ss-horniest-book-club I know this isn’t a headcanon but I feel like Beefy Bucky has really become a staple for me so I was like why not, it could work ;) Thank you again for reading and also for your patience with me getting to these requests. I really appreciate it :) 

Warnings: some fluffyness but mostly SMUT, teasing, a little dirty talk, lots of heavy PDA, light public oral sex and more sex (18+ eyes only please ;)

Anytime you and the team were able to be together and celebrate an occasion it made you happy. This time was no different as you sat around the table during the intimate gathering for Pepper’s birthday. She had pleaded with Tony for a small get together, nothing like the usual extravagant black-tie affairs and he reluctantly agreed, just wanting to make her happy in the end.

It was lovely. The restaurant was beautiful, and the small room Tony had reserved was perfect for your group, allowing you the comfort and freedom to have fun away from the eye of the public. You sat next to Bucky, your chair pulled impossibly close and his arm draped over your shoulder as you both enjoyed the boisterous conversation.

His large and calloused fingers were tracing circles on the soft exposed skin of your shoulder and occasionally, you would let out a small shiver that made him throw you a cocky grin. You loved how his hands were always on you and he loved to be touching you.

The food was delicious, the drinks flowing and Bucky’s hands wandering. His metal hand had settled on your thigh shortly after the main course was served and each time you took a bite his eyes watched your lips, his hand giving a firm squeeze every time you moaned at the delectable taste.  

You knew the wine wasn’t what was affecting him, the super soldier serum preventing the alcohol from doing anything, but the large jug of the Asgardian liquor that Thor had brought, well, that was another story.

You lean over to Bucky, lips lightly brushing his ear as you whisper, “this food tastes almost as good as you do, Buck,” before pulling away with a wink and starting up a conversation with Wanda who was sitting on your opposite side.

You knew you were playing with fire, but you liked it, liked that fact that Bucky was starting to feel the effects of the Asgardian drink. You felt his metal hand flex along the soft tissue of your thigh, loving the sound as it whirred and buzzed.

Your conversation with Wanda was abruptly cut short when Bucky hoisted you easily from your seat and placed you firmly in his lap, making sure you felt the hardness of his cock along your ass. You momentarily close your eyes and inwardly moan at the feel of him, instantly feeling wetness pool between your legs.

His free metal hand comes to rest on your thigh once more, this time much higher up and closer to your core. You shift on his lap, gently rocking your hips down on the hardness in his jeans and feeling very pleased when you hear him quietly suck in a breath.

Bucky’s thick thighs are spread wide and the feel of his hard muscles beneath you are a serious turn on. You decide it would be a good idea to let him know…”I love sitting on your lap, baby, love the feel of your hard muscles,” you say as you gently caress him.

He lets out an audible growl, a small indication that he is loving this as much as you are. The both of you are continuously pulled in and out of conversation with your friends, all the while Bucky continues drinking the Asgardian liquor and his cheeks begin to tinge with a light pink coloring.

Nat asks you to come to the bathroom with her to touch up lipstick and you slowly rise from Bucky’s lap, “I’ll be right back, Buck, don’t miss me too much,” you tell him, before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away, the sway in your hips unmistakable in the hopes of fueling the fire. Nat enters the bathroom first in a fit of giggles over Clint and his drunk ramblings. Apparently, Bucky wasn’t the only one letting loose tonight. You continue to laugh at Nat’s story, running your fingers through your hair and touching up your lip gloss before hearing a light knock on the door.

“Who is that, y/n? I swear if it’s Clint tell him to fuck off while I pee, I’ll be right out,” Nat bellows from the bathroom stall. You knew it wasn’t Clint, the hand that had knocked wasn’t made of flesh and bone, “it’s not him Nat, are you ok to finish up, can I meet you back outside?” you ask, not wanting to leave her if she needed you. “Nope, I’m fine y/n, see you in a few,” she said with far too much enthusiasm and you couldn’t help but giggle over her tipsiness.

You slowly crack open the bathroom door, peering around the edge but seeing no one. Confused and frustrated you pull the door open fully and step out into the dimly lit hallway, “what the hell,” you mutter under your breath.

The next curse never gets the chance to leave your lips as you feel the cool metal fingers cover your mouth. You can’t help but smile, letting yourself rest against the hard planes of Bucky’s chest as you feel his other hand curl around your waist, “did you think you could tease me like that baby and get away with it,” he asks, voice deep and promising.

You wiggle your ass against his crotch, the feeling of his cock, still hard from earlier, making you moan loudly. “Oh doll, don’t start something you can’t finish, or I’ll have to fuck you right here in this hallway,” he warns, spinning you around to face him.

Just as he removes his hand from your mouth and leans down to your lips you hear the loud voice of Wanda screaming your names, “Bucky! Y/n! Where are you guys, it’s time to sing happy birthday!?” Bucky lets out an unhappy groan but not before sucking your bottom lip between his and squeezing your ass hard, saying with a wicked grin, “damn, baby girl, you are thick in ALL the right places.”

The giggle snort you let out is anything but ladylike as look into Bucky’s eyes, noticing the slight redness and asking, “are you drunk, Buck??” He seems offended as he raises his eyebrows, hand flying to his chest as he points, “who me? No, I can’t get drunk remember!” You let out another loud laugh before turning and bolting down the hallway back to the party room.

Everyone is standing around the table as the waiter brings out the biggest cake ever and you all start to sing “happy birthday” loudly and off key. Bucky stands behind you, body pressed close to yours as his hands knead the soft globes of your ass. All your friends are too preoccupied being drunk and eating cake to notice his straying hands.

By the time the party ends you’ve ruined your underwear and you can tell Bucky is getting uncomfortable in his jeans. As he walks toward you with your jackets your eyes drift to the bulge in his pants and you lick your lips, “I’m so ready to get home,” you tell him as he helps you into your jacket. “I hope I can keep my hands to myself on the cab ride back,” he murmurs, eyes dark.

“You haven’t kept your hands to yourself all night, babe, why start now,” you croon, running your hands along his chest and fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “Cabs are here, let’s go guys,” you hear Tony yell and you all start to file out of the restaurant.

Fortunately, everyone got their own cab. As soon as your ass hits the seat, Bucky is on you, hands gripping the back of your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss. He pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him as his hands roam everywhere. He has never been so open about PDA and this is even a step further, but you are chalking it up to the Asgardian liquor and could really care less at this point, the tension in your body wound tight.

He slips the thin straps of your dress down and tugs, exposing your bra, a low growl rumbling from his chest at the site of your breasts pushed up by the delicate lace. “Fuck baby, I can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he whispers, burying his face in your cleavage. You let out a giggle that quickly turns into a moan as his tongue sweeps over the silky swell of your breast.

The cab comes to an abrupt stop that has your body rocking on Bucky’s lap and you let out a whimper at the friction, “thank god,” you whine as you get off him and jump out of the car. He pays the driver, grabbing your hand and jogging toward your apartment building.

You don’t even make it to the door before Bucky has you pressed up against the side of the building, hips pushed into yours as he kisses you senseless. His large hands reach up to cup your breasts once again, pinching your hardened nipples as he rolls his hips.

“Fuck, Bucky, I can’t wait any longer,” you plea, chest heaving with each breath as you stare up into his lust blown eyes. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder, opening the door and taking the stairs two at a time. You squeal in surprise but love how easily he handles you, the feel of his muscles flexing under his clothes turning you on even more.

He sets you down at your door, fumbling with the keys and you decide to make things more difficult. You move in between his body and the doorframe, sinking to your knees and beginning to undo his jeans. “Doll, what do you think you’re doing,” he asks through gritted teeth. You look up at him through your lashes and give him a devious smile, unzipping his pants and dipping your hand into his boxer briefs.

His skin is warm and soft as you massage his hardened cock, rubbing the precum along the tip with your thumb. His head falls against the door, key half dangling from the lock and forgotten as his hands reach down and curl into your hair. You pull him out and lick the head of his cock, slowly taking it into your mouth and sucking.

“Fuck me, baby girl, your mouth feels amazing,” he grounds out, jaw clenched, and eyes locked on your kneeling form. You continue teasing the tip before bringing him fully into your mouth, bobbing your head around his substantial length. With a pop you release him a stand, nibbling his bottom lip between your teeth and starting to unbutton his shirt.

He deepens the kiss while refocusing on getting the door open, his strength causing it to fly open with a thud and the two of you to go careening to the floor. He cradles your body and softens the blow as he lands on top of you, large body covering yours as you look into each other’s eyes and smile.

The lightness of the moment is gone as quickly as it came as Bucky slams the door shut with his foot, grinding his hips against you. You waste no time in ridding him of his coat and continuing to undo the buttons of his shirt. He sits up slightly, bringing you with him so he can unzip the back of your dress.

He works it up and over your head, throwing it to the side. His shirt following shortly after as you begin to push his jeans and boxers down his legs. You haven’t moved from your position on the floor as he covers your body again, whispering against your ear, “are you ok? I can take you to bed if you want.”

“I need you inside me right now, Bucky,” you say, wiggling beneath him. His eyes visibly darken as he lifts both arms over your head, pinning your wrists to the floor with this metal hand. He pushes into you slowly, watching as your eyes roll back and your back arches off the floor.

You struggle to free your hands, wanting to touch him, but he whispers against your lips, “nah uh, doll, you teased me enough tonight, now it’s my turn.” You let out a whine when he doesn’t move, chasing his lips with your own.

“Bucky, if you don’t fuck me into this floor right now, I don’t know…” you trail off. “What, baby girl, what are you gonna do, huh,” he teases, starting to rock his hips slowly. Your reply dies on your lips as you cry out, the feeling of him stretching you causing all coherent thought to leave your head.

His lips are all over your neck and breasts as he drags his cock in and out of you, the base rubbing against your clit each time. You wrap your legs around him to pull him deeper as he picks up the pace. Each thrust has your back scratching against the rug and breasts bouncing in his face.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” you mumble as he reaches down to knead your breast with one hand, the other still pinning your wrists above you. The combined pleasure sends you over the edge and your walls tighten around him, the scream you let out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. After a few more hard thrusts you feel Bucky’s cock throb inside you, his cum painting your walls as his head falls to the crook of your neck.

Your legs fall from around his waist, bodies still connected as you lay in a panting mess. He lifts his head to look you in the eye and give you a sexy smile, “fucking incredible,” he says, placing soft kisses to your face. “Always, baby,” you giggle, and ask, “can I have my arms back now?”

His eyes widen as he realizes he still has them pinned above your head, “shit, of course, sorry doll, I was lost in the moment,” he explains, gently releasing your wrists and massaging them.

“I think I want to ask Thor to get us a few bottles of that Asgardian stuff, I like when you’re a little drunk,” you joke, “you’re really handsy and horny.” His eyes crinkle with a big grin, “I was not drunk and when am I not handsy and horny,” he retorts, eyes bright. “Hmmm, you’re right, but I like you uninhibited in public,” you tell him with a mischievous grin.

The mood shifts quickly and you feel his cock begin to harden again, still inside you, when he asks, “are you saying you want me to fuck you in some hidden corner of a public place, would you like that baby?” You can’t help the movement of your hips as they rock beneath him, your response coming out in a breathy moan, “yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying...”

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[peaskyblonders]

Don’t leave

GIF NOT MINE!!

Thomas Shelby x reader

Tommy demands you to stay indoors during trouble, instead you walk straight into the trouble.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, swearing, soft!tommy, fluffyness

A/N i know i havent posted in so long I'm so so sorry!!

1.5k words

You were in the middle of lunch with Polly in her lavish home when Tommy had barged in, the sound of the door slamming against the wall had given you a fright, but that was nothing compared to the dread that you felt in your stomach when Tommy stumbled into the kitchen, a look of fear in his eyes. You and Polly had stood up immediately, walking towards the man in an attempt to calm him.

"Y'alright Tom?" you asked, concern and worry laced in your voice as you looked up at him through furrowed eyebrows. Tommy completely overlooked you, his gaze fixed on Polly as he asked if he could talk to her privately for a moment. You nodded politely and walked back towards the kitchen.

You weren't a part of the family, you didn't even work for them, you just happened to be a dressmaker that Polly respected and secretly adored. It didn't surprise you that you couldn't know about the troubles that the family were going through, but you felt a pang in your heart regardless.

You and Tommy had gotten quite close over the last few weeks. You had spent countless hours with him alone in your shop, taking his measurements to make various articles of clothing for him. Tommy didn't need the suits that you made for him, he had enough to last him a lifetime, and he certainly didn't need to pay for them. Still, he continued going to your shop and paying as much as he could for whatever you had made him as he felt the urge to spend as much time as he could with you, he wanted to treat you like a princess, to spoil you and love you.

Unfortunately for Tommy, he knew that he had to fight his urges as he was completely aware of the danger that you would be put in if you were associated with him. He had experienced it first hand with Grace.

He continued to push his feelings aside until he caught word of a planned ambush on Small Heath later that day. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he did know that you lived in the area and he wouldn't have been able to live with himself if something was to happen to you, especially without ever telling you his true feelings towards you. That was why he had rushed into your house, shouting your name as he checked every room for you. He felt the breath being knocked out of his body when he realised you were nowhere to be found and ran to his aunts house as fast as he could, praying to the God above that you were with her and that is where he is now; telling his aunt about the planned attack and asking her to protect herself and you at all costs.

The gentle shaking of your shoulder had knocked you out of your trance and when you looked up, Tommy was already looking down at you, the slightest smile on his face.

"Come. I need to talk to you."

He waited for you to get up off your chair and led you into the hall with his hand on the small of your back. "Is everything ok, Tommy?" you asked his as your folded your arms across your chest.

"I can handle it. I just need you to do one thing."

You nodded your head at his words. "Of course. Anything."

Tommy grabbed hold of your shoulders, his touch was almost as gentle as one of a feather. "I need you to stay here. Don't you dare- don't you dare leave this house until I say it is safe to do so." He was looking intently into your eyes and you felt a shiver run down your back.

"Is there trouble coming?"

"Nothing that I can't take care of, love." His words were now as soft as his touch, you saw his eyes drift down to your lips for a split second and you stood on your tippy-toes, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear.

"Take care of yourself, Tom. Be careful for once will ya?" You leaned back to look at him with a cheeky grin on your face, your hands resting on his shoulders while his lay on your waist. Polly smirked at the sight from her seat in the kitchen.

"I expect to see you here when I return." His tone was stern but his eyes were soft.

"Yes sir." you nodded, trying to defuse some of the tension.

Tommy was reluctant to leave you, he gave a gentle squeeze to your waist before forcing himself away from you and towards the door. He intended to eliminate the threat from Small Heath as fast as he possibly could, he just hoped that you'd listened to his advice.

* * *

You didn't.

Polly had forced you out of the house when you both had heard the back door open, she had a gun in her hand and a determined look on her face. "Take this," she demanded as he handed you a small pistol, you gave her a wary glance as you took it. "just in case," she reassured as she pulled you into a hug and gave you a kiss to the top of your head. "be careful," she whispered as she pushed you into the other direction.

You heard shots as you rushed out of the door, you bumped straight into a chest as soon as you stepped foot outside and you were dragged to the side of the house. You kicked and screamed in the man's arm, shooting the gun in your hand mindlessly as he continued to drag you. You could hear gunshots coming from inside the house and you prayed that Polly was ok and that Tommy would return soon.

Tommy had figured out that the ambush was a distraction and had expected to return to a quiet house, he didn't expect to hear multiple gunshots to be fired once he and his brothers had reached the door. He and his brothers had their weapons drawn in seconds. The three entered the house to see Polly standing in the kitchen with a dead man sprawled on the floor. She looked up at Tommy before turning her head in every possible direction in search for you.

"Wheres Y/N?" she asked and Tommy felt his heart drop at the words that he hoped he would never have to hear. Just as he was about to search the entire house for you, he heard your scream come from outside. He didn't even pause to think before he was out the door.

he ran to the side of the house where he saw you pushed against the wall, a gun in between you and your assassin. He proceeded towards you, his gun pointed towards the man but stopped once he heard a gunshot. "Y/N" he whispered.

Dread began to crawl up his spine, that was until you pushed the man off yourself and threw the gun as far away from you as possible. You ran to Tommy as fast as you could, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. "Oh thank god."

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare fucking leave me again," you spoke, repeating his words from earlier.

"Never," he whispered before he placed his mouth on top of yours, his hand moving to hold your jaw, tilting it slightly for easier access. Your hand played with his hair, the other pulling him in even closer with the side of his jacket.  "Let's get you cleaned up," he spoke once you had pulled away.

* * *

You were sat on the bed while Tommy ran the bath in the connecting bathroom, he had washed the blood from your face but your body was still covered with it, he emerged after a few moments, his shirt rolled up to his elbows and a towel in his hands.

"Your bath is ready."

"Thank you, Tommy" you smiled as you walked into the bathroom and checked the water. You looked up at him as you stood back up. "I appreciate it."

Tommy nodded, scratching the back of his neck before speaking again. "I suppose I'll leave you to it."

You called out his name as he stepped out of the door, you blushed when he returned.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of responding, you simply began to undress, first slipping your dress over your head, leaving you in your underdress and stockings. "Stay," you whispered. The look in his eyes caused goosebumps to form all over your skin.

"Y/N, if I stay, I won't be able to contain myself." his voice was gruff, and you could tell he was already constraining himself. You continued looking into his eyes as you slipped out of your thin dress, leaving you in only your undergarments.

"I'm tired of holding myself back, Tom. I think you are too."

Tommy's hands caressed you as if you were the most special thing in the world and somehow you ended up leaving the bathroom almost as dirty as you had entered it, except instead of being covered with blood, you were covered with love bites.

[thevoidwriting]

So... I heard... you do... x readers... may I perhaps *slides you monopoly money* request some breeding material? Wholesome, loving breeding... but like... please, I’m a desperate little anon. (You use whatever character you vibe with the most for this) I guess female reader would be preferred, but we vibe with whatever.

Loving you is easy.

This could only be Brier, our kitsune.

Warnings are, breeding, wholesome, DOMESTIC.

If you don't like feel free to tell me and I'll redo it.

As Brier looked at you thinking how wonderful it is to final be able to be in a room with his wife not forced roommate. He couldn't help but think about the fact that breeding season and who better to help him but his dear.

"dearest I was thinking maybe it's time to start a family. I just really want to show a certain dragon that my wife loves me." He smiles and adds, "I'll even let you play with all six of my tails." You really couldn't say no to that but still hesitated. "Why a family now it's only been a year since you last 'pomft'. I get the need to add to your kind-" you were cut off.

"no I just want to show the world our love in the form of a child. I know I'm still a tad irrational and irresponsible but that can change in nine months." His logic was hard to say no to but still.

"ok but if it's up at night your up at night and no taking advice from the dragon." You had said yes now all he had to do is wait a day or too. During those day it will be stocking up food, water and blankets. Unlike normal times that you have sex. He will not clean you up but he might add his kitsune mark to help it along but not quite yet.

As he did his daily tasks and greeted you when you got home from work, made dinner and cleaned up. Then you took your vacation days and he draged you off to the make shift nest. "Its time my love. This time for sure." You only laugh cause his face is flushed and his fangs are showing. He always works hard to hide them. "Yes yes Brier I know. My cute lil wifey." His cheeks got bright if possible.

He gently nudged you on to the blanket and pillow pile, it was comfy for the most part and the settled next to you to snap your cloths off. Damn he never used that before, you yelped. "Why did you-" you were cut off by a kiss while one of his hands weeves though your hair, the other set its self on your hip in a light grip. Rolling you on to your back, keeping with light touches.

When you pulled back to breathe, "what's with you today, you've been so husband like." You were genuinely interested. "Do I need an excuse to love my wife." He laughs, moving his hand down to caress your left breast with his hand and trail kisses from your cheeks to your neck and then to your other breast to suck gently on it. It was different from his heats, this was like he knew this would take.

As he sucked and pinched his tails feather light trailed your sides petting you with soft fluffyness. Once he was satisfied with the puffy nipples he moved down to kiss a path to your hips and sides. Moved to kiss your calf to thighs just to hear a needy whine leave your lips. "Hurry up, I need to feel you in me and please for all your divinity fill me up." He blushed cause fuck, he shut you up by taking a finger and testing how slick you were but he knew from it staining your thighs.

"Look at you dear wife all slick for me. I love seeing you a mess for me." He huffs out before taking a lick from the bottom to the top, flicking his tounge right at your clit. He knew your body better then you did. So he focus on make sure your stretched and that you could take his knot. He in his bright mind decided that he should quip while knuckles deep in you a tumb on your clit. "You going to look so cute and round holding my kits inside you. aaahh I can see it now." You could understand the rest cause that staticy high hit and all was block out. While you were still gushing out slick he thrust his cock inside and bottemed out humming.

Brier gripped your hips so you couldn't move them and he had all the control. For reasons but once he was sure you were adjusted he started slowly then worked his tempo up to a good pace, the wet slapping of flesh could be heard, tails still trailing over your body, now teasing your chest and you moan out, start to chant his name and begging him to come inside you. "I can't wait to see my cum dripping out of you, to see the effects of you so full and round. I'll see a tiny peak into what it looks like with how much I'm going to put in you." He starts to pant in your ear with small moans and groans. "With how much, nng I'm going to fill you." You can't help it but between his his cock and words you cum, he's not far behind, popping his knot in and cumming himself, watching you swell from his cum alone. "Looks like I'm all out, we'll be locked like this for an hour. I set up the room for this. After this deflates we'll eat them go for round two." You swear you can see his eyes shine whilst his tails cushion both of you, you realize that he now has seven out of nine. Smiling he rubs your back and settles you to drink then fall asleep.

As you knock out you think only this round will work. But hey he wasn't a nervous wreck this time or a lettme fuck them pomf out, last thing you see is a glowing pink light and then pleasant dreams of cute fluffy kitsune kits.

[elenatria]

some valoris fluffyness- imagine Boris taking time to study Valery's face, finding all of his freckles and spots incredibly cute (even through the slight irradiated blush) and using his ability to maintain that cold expression to his advantage in order to check Valery out without him noticing anything out of the ordinary. (or perhaps that's what Boris has been doing this entire time!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19824418

Boris EvdokimovichShcherbina rarely allowed his busy mind to drift when he was concentrating onthe task at hand. Millions of lives depended on his work, his tirelessdetermination, his hard decisions. The poisonous cloud over their heads servedas a constant reminder of the responsibility weighing down on him, nevertheless,he never let himself get distracted by the seeming futility of it all. Witheach passing day he would come to realize that, for all the reassurances andresources he had at his disposal, the Party had little concern for the liquidators,for the scientists, for himself.

He knew howexpendable he was just as he knew there was no other way. He should be travelingto Kiev for treatment every month, every week, but he was aware that no onecould replace him during his absence. The Party had made sure they had sent therethe one man who could do the work. The only man.

But he was justhuman; when the day seemed longer than usual his tired eyes would wander aroundthe trailer looking for solace in the next bottle of Vodka waiting to beemptied, or someone to yell at, some incompetent fool unable to fill a sack withsand, or an inanimate object with great potential for relieving his nerves if properlysmashed against the wall; he was never allowed to break cutlery at home so maybethis was his chance to accomplish his dream of giving symbols of modern lifethe fate they deserved.

After a day’shard work he was too exhausted to even contemplate getting off his chair for ashot of alcohol. If he had a choice his eyes would rest forever on the one thinghe had been obsessed with ever since he had landed on that doomed piece of land.

The Scientist.

It was likean itch, the need to sneak glances at the red-haired man with the greying templeswhile he was working, oblivious to his environment and the Ukrainian’s need tofeed certain forbidden fantasies, to ultimately find the silver lining of all thismess.

What an oddlythrilling sight Legasov was with his broad forehead, with glasses bigger thanhis freckled face and restless sapphire eyes behind them, wide with anxiety orsquinty and resigned when the workload was more than his fragile shoulderscould bear.  

He looked sopale under the horrible white light of the generator, so isolated, Boriscaught himself thinking.

The deputyminister had learned the procedure by heart: Legasov would rub his numb knucklesone by one before removing the thick glasses to squeeze his eyes shut or to wipehis sweat with the heel of his palm. Sometimes he would massage his own neckwith those tiny wrinkled fingers of his in a futile attempt to get rid of thestrain of giving instructions to workers and soldiers all day long.

Valery wasspending too much time leaning over maps and notes that seemed to have no end,to the point that Boris was tempted to throw those notes to the fire if he didn’tknow they were essential to their work. Besides Legasov would probably replacethem in an instant.

Valery. Youignorant hard-working bastard.

He realizedthen he had just called him by his name for the first time; it was only athought buried under a cold expressionless face but it made him blush nonetheless.As if Legasov heard him he lifted his head to gaze at him absent-mindedly, eyesblurry and distracted, before sinking back to his notes while his shortdelicate fingers dug into his own shoulder. A twitch of pain and discomfort formedon his lips and furrowed brow.

Boris felthis muscles tense like a sprinter waiting for the shot. He would have sprung tohis feet had Valery asked for assistance, a pair of helping hands to massagehis aching shoulder blades, his rigid nape, his spine. He didn’t know when itstarted, when he first craved to touch him, but he was begging for thatquestion.

“Boris,could you--?”

God knows hewould ask for nothing more; an unfinished sentence, a thin finger pointing atthe neck he longed to feel. The nape he would gladly breathe heavily on.

Still, the questionnever came. It was too much to ask, Legasov didn’t seem to be a man who yearnedto be touched, least of all by his new colleague, the Party Man. Boris knewthey had started off on the wrong foot and was cursing himself for being so briskwhen they first met, when they first talked on the phone. He could neverimagine liking the man, longing to rid him of his graceless overall,still him on his lap with firm sweaty hands as he kneaded into his soft flesh,as he sank himself deep into him, into his core, into his welcoming heat.

The desperatenoises he would make with each thrust --

The more Legasovwas unaware of Boris’ attention the more his freckled skin seemed to beinviting his reverie. It was uneven, full of scars, pockmarked – maybe anillness when he was a child, maybe badly treated acne.  Neglect. Shame. Name-calling. All thethings Boris would gladly protect him from if he could, if he was there whenValery was still a boy.

But he wasn’ta boy, not anymore. Legasov’s prominent decisive jaw was a fine contrast to hisfragility and his childlike dimples were hinting at the generosity of a rare smile,a gift reserved for the select few perhaps, for better, sunnier days. Boriswished the conditions of their work had been more forgiving and found himself longingfor that smile, imagining the thin lips curving upwards, the dimples deepeningwith happiness – because of him.

Oh what asight that would be.

 Boris musthave had a funny dreamy look on his face when Valery looked up from his notesand glanced back at him, blinking. It was too late to avert his gaze so he justkept staring at the scientist, hoping his happy filthy thoughts hadn’t reachedhis lips. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look anywhere else but straight ahead of him,didn’t stop peering at the man across the trailer in the olive overall.

Normally oneof them would have to say something, start a conversation, break the ice. HoweverValery didn’t speak, didn’t smile.

Valery neversmiled.

It took Borisa few seconds to realize he had to smile for both of them.

So he did.

Valery’s panickedeyes shifted around the room, his mouth gaping slightly in shock and embarrassment.He looked down, seeking refuge in his notes.

Boris’ liptwitched into a satisfied smirk as he watched the esteemed First Deputy Directorof the Kurchatov Institude blush like a bride.

I wonderif he’s ever had a man before. If anyone had him. If anyone tossed him over adesk and roughly, sweetly fucked into him, jealous of his grades and hisvirginity.

How unfair tothe world and to the scientist before him, but how fortunate for Boris ifValery was still a virgin.

Look at himnow, hiding behind his notes like a schoolgirl.

Legasovcleared his throat as he bent over his nervous hands and the abandoned ashtraybetween them to the point where Boris could only see the top of his head.

Perhaps a redflush was already creeping up Valery’s neck, spreading all over his cheeks.

But Boriscouldn’t tell.

[xiaojusaur]

A/N: @princebarakat I loved your request! So here it is! Have an overload of fluffyness! Thank you!!

My requests are open! So if you want anything you can write to me!

Flaming Love

You caught him looking himself in the mirror. His worried expression couldn’t be concealed, he looked himself from different angles to see if he looked good. He was serious, his usual “I’m hot as fuck” face wasn’t there, that’s how you knew he was self conscious.

Jungkook just came home rocking his new red hair. He wanted something different and new, something shocking and that’s what he got.

When he got home you were about to start cooking when he surprised you hugging you from behind. When you turned around you couldn’t hold the gasp, his hair shined bright red. He looked different but good different.

“You don’t like it Jagiya?” he said with an insecure smile.

“I love it my love! You look great!” you said excited. Apparently he didn’t buy it because after that he went to the bathroom. When you saw he was taking his time you caught him doing what he was doing now.

As soon as he saw you through the mirror he turned around to look at you. He stood there in silence with his wide eyes looking for some sort of comfort in you.

“Babe, you look amazing like that. Why are you doubting it?” You moved slowly to him to finally hug him.

“I don’t know Jagi, what if people don’t like it?” he said worried.

You took him by the cheeks and looking straight to his eyes said “Babe, don’t worry. Im sure everyone’s going to love it.” You kissed him sweetly. He pulled you to him, pressing himself to you. He stopped kissing you and whispered “Thank you, I love you.” You pecked him again and then took his hand to bring him to the kitchen to eat.

You were watching the presentation on your TV, waiting for people’s reactions when they see Jungkook.

As soon as you saw his bright red head on the TV you screamed as if you were one of his crazy fans. You quickly went to social media to see the comments and everyone was going wild about his hair, just as you thought. You felt so proud of him.

Then a wild idea popped in your head. The world belongs to those who risk it all so you didn’t think it twice, you got your car keys and headed to your hairstylist.

When you told your hairstylist he was flipping out. He loved doing drastic changes to people and this definitely was going to be one. Everything for the confidence of the love of your life, everything to see him smiling again.

After some hours spent in bleaching, drying and dying hair you were ready to see yourself.

When your hairstylist spun the chair the reflection on the mirror was someone else. Your hair fell down your shoulders in red cascades. You smiled widely, you loved it and your hairstylist too. “I hope he likes it because you look great!” He said proud of himself.

When you got home you quickly texted Jungkook

Babe! You did great! People loved it and they love your hair! Are you coming home today?

A few minutes later he answered

Thanks Jagi! I saw people loved it, you were right! I’m going a little late though but I’ll definitely go, I need to thank you for your support.

With that you sat to wait for him.

You heard distant knocks on the door. You woke up quickly a little startled, you don’t know how or when you fell asleep. That had to be Jungkook on the door so you ran.

When you opened the door his face was priceless. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped when he saw your red hair. “Jagi! Oh my God!” He hugged you tightly, the flowers he had in his hand disappearing behind you.

“Jagi, you did this for me?” He touched your hair. “I can’t believe you, you’re amazing babe.” He was really in shock.

You both entered, Jungkook sat on the sofa but he couldn’t stop looking at you. “Wow, I can’t believe it. You look beautiful, I can’t stop looking at you.” You were placing the flowers in a vase, when you finished you sat on his lap, his arms surrounding you automatically.

“How you’re feeling about me I was feeling for you yesterday and I still do. You look amazing and I felt sad that you were feeling insecure so I decided to give you a boost of confidence and had the wild idea to dye my hair too. I love you Jungkook, I really do, please keep being the beautiful and confident person you are.”

His eyes were glistening and he looked at you as if you were not real. Finally he talked “I don’t deserve you, you’re amazing. Thanks so much for this, for giving everything for me, I can’t even think of a way to thank you. I love you, I love you so so much!” He hugged you and then his lips found yours in a tender kiss.

“I have a few ideas on how you can thank me,” you smirked and he laughed.

He hummed and then got up from the sofa with you in his arms. “JUNGKOOK! AH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” You were screaming and laughing.

“Let’s go, I’m gonna thank you for this,” he said walking you two to your room.

[haven-raven012591]

Private Concert

Elias X OC Genevieve

Word Count: 1,770

Warning: SMUT!!! With a little bit of Fluffyness NSFW images under the Cut.

Summary: A date night turns into a lost weekend. One where Elias isn’t the only one singing.

Art work by @wrestling-edits-af

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Genevieve had just put the finishing touches on dinner when she heard the door open and her boyfriend walk in throwing his keys in the bowl and putting his suit case and guitar case down. “Gen, you home baby?” Elias called as he shut and locked the door. She came out and hugged him tightly. He held her close running his hands over her back and playing with her long red hair. He'd missed her like mad the weeks he'd been gone and was happy his schedule had been toned down. “I have a surprise.” Elias said softly kissing her neck. She looked up at him and he smiled. “I'm just glad you're home I've missed you.” Genevieve said. He framed her face and kissed her long and slow. “I know and I'm happy to be home with you until Monday.” Elias whispered to her lips. She pulled back and looked at him. Her dark green eyes meeting his hazel ones.

“You're home all weekend?” Genevieve whispered. He nodded and she kissed him again passionately. She felt him pick her up and walk with her to the couch sitting down. They stayed there on the couch making out until she jumped up and ran to the kitchen hearing the timer go off on the oven. He walked in behind her as she was taking out the lasagna. “That smells amazing.” Elias said. She put it down as he got down two plates. He put them on the table and she looked at him. “I wanted all this done so you didn't have to do anything.” Genevieve said. “I'll go sit down while you do it will that make you feel better?” Elias asked. “Yes, shoo.” Genevieve giggled. He walked to the living room and sat on the couch leaning back as his eyes closed. She put the lasagna on the table followed by steamed broccoli and corn. She poured the drinks and cut the lasagna into squares. “Elias.” Genevieve called. He got up and went into the dining room. “Baby this looks amazing and smells even better.” Elias said kissing her tenderly. They sat and ate. “So how do you like it?” Genevieve asked nervously. She'd never cooked lasagna before and she was getting nervous about it. He took her hand and kissed it. “It tastes almost as good as you do.” Elias said.

Genevieve blushed a little and looked at him taking his hand. “Well then after I clean up you can have me for desert.” Genevieve purred kissing his neck. He smiled and captured her lips with his kissing her long and slow. She gripped his arm and he smiled as he pulled back. He helped her gather up the dishes and she left them in the sink. He pulled her up the stairs and she giggled as he sat on the bed with his guitar over his lap. She sat behind him taking down his hair and running her fingers threw it. He closed his eyes as she kissed his neck and massaged his scalp. She felt him relax and smiled as he put the guitar down turning to her on the bed. “I was going to play for you.” Elias whispered to her lips. “How about you play me instead.” Genevieve said as she moved back. He turned all the way around and took off his scarf and wristbands.

He crawled over her and kissed her heatedly as he pulled her body to his. She ran her hands into his hair and gasped as he pressed himself into her. The roughness of his jeans sent shivers over her legs as her shorts rode up and he squeezed her ass as he lifted her off the bed. She pulled back and he smiled down at her. She sighed as he kissed her neck and rubbed her thighs so she spread them wider for him. “That’s my girl.” Elias purred as he nipped at her throat and she moaned softly as his lips found hers again in a kiss that would leave both of them breathless. He pulled back and she took his shirt off and he did the same with her kissing her chest as she kissed him. She ran her hands over his chest and abs sighing as she felt how he was built. He smiled at her and she sighed at the feel of him under her hands. “I love you.” Elias said. “I love you too.” Genevieve said.

She leaned back against the pillows watching him as he took her shorts and panties off. He pulled her down from the pillows and kissed the inside of her thighs. She sighed and gripped his hair as he started to slowly swirl his tongue around her clit. Her back arched and she pressed closer to his lips needing more needing him closer. “Fuck.” Genevieve moaned loudly. He licked her lick melted ice cream on a hot day. She gripped his hair harder as her hips rolled urging him on and making him growl in approval. He slid his tongue inside her and she came off the bed moaning loudly. “Elias fuck don’t stop.” Genevieve screamed. He pushed her hips down into the softness of the bed and she whimpered in pleasure as his fingers rolled her clit between his thumb and for finger.

He gripped her hips and she moaned again as he brought her over the edge for the first time that night. She panted and laid there as he moved up her kissing her body softly. “I love when you scream for me.” Elias whispered. She pulled his lips to hers tasting herself on his. He pulled back and ran his hands over her. She unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down his hips. He groaned as his cock sprang free from his boxers. She ran her hands down him and started stroking him until he took her hand and thrust inside her. She arched into him and he smirked as a moan escaped her lips and her eyes slid closed.

He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples as he rolled the other between his fingers. His tongue flicked the hard peak as she moaned louder. He smirked and she felt it as he moved to the other nipple. “Eli, don’t stop please don’t stop.” Genevieve moaned. His thrusts became faster as her moans got louder. She arched into him and grabbed his shoulders. Her hips rolled and met each thrust of his with one of her own matching his rhythm. She ran her hands over his shoulders and back moaning louder as his thrusts become deeper and harder as he gets closer and closer to his own release. She grabbed his hair as she got closer to her own release. She pulled his lips from her breasts and kissed him deeply moaning into the kiss. He grabbed her hips and moaned into hers.

She grabbed his biceps and arched off the bed screaming. “Elias.” Genevieve yelled as she came. He was seconds behind her as he filled her as well. “Genevieve!” Elias yelled. He laid on her and she sighed as he held her close and she giggled as he kissed her neck and shoulder. “I missed you.” Elias said. “I missed you too.” Genevieve said. He kissed her long and slow holding her face in his hands. They laid there talking and laughing before they fell asleep. She rubbed his chest and looked up at him as the sun poured into the room. He was asleep with her on his chest and he looked so peaceful that she hated to wake him. She rolled over on to her stomach and he groaned. “Come back to bed I’m not done with you.” Elias said. She giggled and looked at the clock and then rolled back over to look at him. “It’s too early to want sex.” Genevieve said. He laughed and pulled her closer. “I want you always it doesn’t matter how late or early it is.” Elias said.

She moved onto his lap and slid onto him making sure he was deep inside her. He gripped her hips and groaned as he thrust up making sure he was as deep as he could go inside her. She rolled her hips and he groaned again. She moaned louder as he ran his hands over her and she rolled her hips more as he thrust up she bounded on him and he cupped her breasts massaging them in his big hands. She threw her head back and moaned louder as he thrust up and she bounced on him more. As she bounced he thrust up and she moaned again. She leaned over him putting her hands on the wall rocking her hips to his thrusts. He rubbed her clit in circles making her cum hard. “Elias!” Genevieve screamed. He thrust up once more and came again. “Genevieve!” Elias yelled.

The day started with her screaming his name and he was content with having it end just the same. They spent the next few days trading favors with each other for trips to the fridge. He let her go so she could fix dinner and it was cold by the time they got too it. He had her on the table and the couch Saturday night when movie night turned into see who could scream the loudest. He was tracing her spine now as they laid on the window seat after they had moved there to try something different. She kissed his chest and smiled at him as he ran his hands into her hair bringing her lips to his for a passionate kiss that turned into her mounting him again. She ran her hands to his shoulders and rolled her hips to his as they both screamed at the same time as the pleasure washed over them again. It had been like that all weekend when soft touches became heated kissing and then more passionate touches.

She was laying there with him and he was watching her trace his chest and she looked up. “I’ve never been so happy as I am with you Eli.” Genevieve whispered. She kissed him softly and he held her tightly to his chest. “I’ve never been this happy either Gen.” Elias said. They laid there with each other holding each other close. It was a nice way to end the passion filled weekend that they had just spent together. With telling each other that they were happy with each other with telling each other that they loved each other without saying a word.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

26 with main Logince and side Logicality

A/N: Yo guess who’s done with exams and has time to write! Have this cute fluffyness, angst will be coming up soon!

26: Jealous kiss  

Roman walked down the hallway, whistling a joyful tune and holding a bouquet of blue roses. It was his and Logan’s one month anniversary, and Roman had gone back and forth between ideas to spend it with him. Roman eventually decided to keep it simple, and had everything set up in his realm for a lovely picnic dinner, which was to be followed by stargazing. It was going to be perfect. He walked up to Logan’s door, which was open a sliver. Roman gave a light knock, pushing the door open, only to see his boyfriend hugging Patton. A flash of emotions flew through Roman. Sure, Patton hugged everyone, but walking in on it… it- and Roman almost hated himself for feeling this way- made Roman feel slightly jealous.

“Thanks for the help, Logan!” Patton said cheerily, pulling away from Logan. He walked out of the room, smiling at Roman as he brushed past him. Roman raised an eyebrow at Logan, then started to walk towards him.

“Patton needed some advice, on what to do for Virgil. Their anniversary is coming up as well, apparently,” Logan explained. Roman said nothing, but simply set the roses down on a table in Logan’s room, then proceeded to pull Logan into a heated and passionate kiss. Logan made a small sound of surprise, but greedily kissed him back, one hand resting on his chest while the other tangled in Roman’s hair. Roman’s arms circled around his waist, and, without breaking the kiss, lowered Logan into a dip. Logan gave out a surprised “mmph!” and the hand that was once simply resting on his chest now clutched at his red sash. Roman broke away, grinning down at his love.

“Seeing me engaging in a hug with Patton… that didn’t make you jealous, did it, Roman?” Logan asked, smirking slightly. Roman almost dropped him in spite.

“Can’t a guy kiss his boyfriend without being questioned for it?” Roman sighed, pulling Logan back up.

“I didn’t say I minded the kiss,” Logan murmured. Roman grinned, and pressed his lips to Logan’s again. Logan gladly reciprocated the kiss, but he pulled away far too soon for Roman’s liking. He tried to lean in again, but was stopped by Logan’s serious but loving expression.

“Roman, you know I love you, correct?” Logan asked. Roman’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yes, of course I do. And I love you as well,” Roman replied.

“I know you do. And since you know that I love you, then you must realize that there is no logical reason to get jealous over a hug from Patton,” Logan said softly, hand caressing Roman’s cheek. Roman leaned into the touch, humming contentedly.

“As usual, you are right, love. Sorry for doubting you,” Roman apologized sheepishly.

“It’s quite alright, Roman. Now, what did you have planned for today?” Logan asked, giving Roman a quick peck on the lips.

“You’re going to love it, Logan. Now come along, adventure awaits!” Roman said excitedly, taking his boyfriend by the hand and tugging him along to realm. And Logan let himself be pulled along, smiling softly at the man he loved.

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anonymous asked:

so a scenario with akaashi, kyoutani (if you do him) and iwaizumi where its like a GANGAU kinda thing and their s/o becomes a target for their rival gang and they kidnap her nd once the guys find her and stuff afterwards they treat her wounds and cuddles everywhere and fluffiness (unless they dont find her??? o.0) up to you but extra points for fluffyness at the enddd <333

Last installment! Thanks for the wait, and may your evenings be warm with Iwaizumi’s arms around you and his cheek pressed into your hair. I hope you enjoy!

Akaashi. Kyoutani.

Being in a coma is nothing like they show you in movies. You don’t know if you’re breathing shallowly, or if a squad of surgeons are surrounding you, or if your room is filled with visitors or if you’re just alone. The thing is, all you remember was being punched, repeatedly, in the gut, and someone was kicking you from the back. It had been a while since you had been able to see out of your left eye from how swollen it was, and what kept you alive was the small mercy that they hadn’t touched you like that yet. Just for that, you took at least fifteen more blows with a faint smile. Then, someone came. The voice of someone you recognized burst into the room like a vuvuzela, and blood. Lots of blood. Theirs? Yours? Or maybe it was the rain of bodies around you, the sea spray of red highlighting the tips of your cheekbones, tinting your lips with a luscious red, and copper. The coppery, metallic drops sliding into your mouth no matter which way you faced in the darkness, and you lost consciousness before you heard your name being shouted out in the darkness.

It’s barely two minutes to you in the comfortable warmth of unconsciousness, but your eyes, glued shut with sleep and reluctance to have to function again, pry themselves open to the glaring light of the room you’re laid down in. It’s strangely quiet, and there’s no mistaking where you are despite the grogginess in your head- you’ve been in rooms like these, inhaled their fumes and borrowed their disinfectant enough to know that this is a hospital room- and gods, you must have had it worse than you thought. Well, it’s difficult to tell how much damage you’re taking once the hits post-twenty start blurring together into this endless loop of pain.

You reach for the remote that controls your bedpan angle and press up.

“For some reason,” a disembodied voice comes from behind the curtain on your right, “I had a hunch that’d be the first thing you’d play with once you woke up.”

You drop the control remote almost like a child caught red handed with cookies before dinner, and you blush up to your roots as much as you can with your bloodloss.

“I didn’t hear you coming.” You admit with a slight tinge of petulance.

The voice, Iwaizumi- you’d recognize it even in your grave- brushes open the drapes surrounding your bed and makes himself comfortable in a soft, plush loveseat you didn’t notice either to your right. You know better than to question why there’s a sofa in the middle of a hospital room, so you choose to fiddle nervously with your fingers instead, waiting for the silence to break because he’s never this quiet without a good build up towards something.

“Want some water?” He offers you a cup of something clear and you stare. “It’s got electrolytes in it so it might taste different.”

“I…” you stumble, “...thanks.”

“No problem.”

He hasn’t looked into your eyes once, and this is possibly the most stressful water-sipping you’ve ever experienced in your life. He definitely sounds normal, although a little tired and perhaps tense, but that’s nothing you’re not used to already, knowing his line of work. The line of work that possibly got you into this mess in the first place, but you sure as hell aren’t going to bring that up right now. Not when this feels like a taut rubber band about to snap.

You sneak a glance at him again, and he’s staring fixedly at the clock on the bedside table. He turns his head slightly towards you, almost like he can feel your gaze, and you quickly snap your focus back onto that bland, white cup you’re holding.

How can time pass so slowly?

“How long have you been here for?” You venture, tentatively, nervously. Goddamn stressfully.

“A while.”

“...Have you showered?”

Iwaizumi’s unimpressed stare meets your own and in it tells you exactly how much he doesn’t want to answer your questions. But he does, because he is who he is, and you are who you are to him. “Not yet.”

You can feel it, if nothing else, his urge to both cradle your face in his hands and give you a brutal scolding at the same time. He can’t, though, as much as he wants to, and you know why.

“It wasn’t your fault, Hajime.”

His lips press even tighter until they’re a thin, pale coloured line on his conflicted expression. He reaches a hand out to cover yours, and they’re endlessly warm compared to the thinness of your hospital sheets, as calloused and worn as they are around your own. His rough thumb strokes over the back of your hand, pressing deep circles into the dips of your bones and each touch feels like a confession.

Iwaizumi doesn’t believe you when you say that, and there’s nothing more you want in this moment than for him to take your word for it. “It was kind of terrible,” you try again, a different approach in hopes of reaching him somehow, “and I can’t say I’m not… not going to have nightmares about it, probably, but I didn’t blame you. Not for a second.”

“I was going to tell you off, you know,” he finally grumbles, so reluctantly that it draws a warm smile onto your face, “you’re not the one who should be doing the talking.”

“You were too quiet,” you giggle softly, “it was really awkward drinking water with you all moody.” Laughing is a bad idea though, because you can’t hide the wince that escapes from your mouth when a shake of your ribs shoots a flash of pain up your spine like lightning. Iwaizmi’s eyes miss nothing, and his arms immediately grab hold of your shoulders and commandeer you back down onto your bed.

He’s absolutely torn between comforting you and geting pissed off, so you grin at him shamelessly until he caves. The fingers never leave their firm press around your shoulder blades, and he leans in closer to you to make his point clearer. “Stay still. Don’t run off like that at night again, okay? I…,” ‘it’s my fault, I’m sorry’ dances across his face once and vanishes, “...I’ll keep better tabs on you so you don’t have to be trapped at home all the time.”

“I’m not-”

He levels you with a stare and you lose your argument. Your eyes fall to your hands in your lap instead, your words all jumbled up and slow to form. “I don’t mind.” Your tongue wraps around those words as carefully as it can. “You’re always here to take care of me, and I’d rather have a curfew and you around than have a whole night alone.”

When you glance back up, Iwaizumi looks like he’s furious at the wetness pooling in his eyes. Your heart is pounding with something that feels so far from fear, and your bandaged arms wrap around his neck as gently as they can to pull him closer to you. His hands copy you in an almost trance-like dance, and you nuzzle your face into his ragged palm, feeling his affection wash over you in the turbulence of a solar storm.

He’s not the type to ask himself why you chose him. Iwaizumi knows exactly what he loves about you, and what you love about him, and why the two of you seem to have so much more when you’re together than when you’re apart. Those nights with leftover pizza and terrible chick flicks weren’t just movie night, and those evenings spent wrapped around each other in his bed too large for the two of you were more than time passing with someone else. The two of you are multiplication, in every form, and the words aren’t nearly enough for it all when he lets them go.

“Please stay safe,” he cracks. “I need you safe. Home. With your shitty cooking and no bruises.”

“No more bruises,” you promise, “and food so shitty that you’re stuck on the toilet for days.”

“Sounds great,” Iwaizumi laughs.

It’s okay, those fingers seem to write on your cheek in soft swirls, you’re back, you’re safe, and he loves you.