#i know im slow but send a prompt if you'd like

[alilreader]

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Getting Flustered

requests open!!!!!!

“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…” prompt by thepromptswhisper

contains: idk mild smut? they makeout. gets caught. sneaking out. characters are 3rd years, 18yos. probably doesnt follow canon due to me not knowing if theyre still in dorms by 3rd year.

warnings: mild smut, snacks, teasing

You giggled to yourself, quietly of course, as you snuck through the darkened UA dorms. Excitement filled your veins as you thought about your actions.

"He's gonna love this..." you let your mind wander, as you clutched the handmade treats closer to your chest.

The truth is, you'd had a little something of a crush on a certain blonde for awhile now. He constantly crossed your mind at the most inopportune times.

That's what led you to sneaking around, just to visit his dorm, at 3am.

You'd known he was up, especially as your phone buzzed in your pajamas' pocket. No doubt a message from him. You confirmed this, as you gently removed your phone from it's place in your pocket.

💥Bakugou: Y/N, if you send me one more cat gif im going to blow you up 💥Bakugou: Serves you right going quiet on me 💥Bakugou: Y/N?

As you read the last message, you felt a twang of guilt from leaving him on delivered for so long. In reality, it'd only been about 15 minutes from his first message.

You chuckled lightly, at his clinginess. He would never admit it, but you knew deep down he cared about you to some extent.

Slowly, but surely, you eventually found your place in front of his dorm room. You rapped your fist on the door lightly, careful not to wake his neighbors.

You could hear a muffled groan from the other side, and even the clatter of objects as his footfalls neared the door. Your anxiety spiked for a split second. Had this been a bad time?

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, a grumpy looking Bakugou met your gaze. His crimson eyes softened at the sight of you, a slow blush rising to his cheeks.

You couldn't help but admire his build. His muscle glistened with sweat, the small lights littering the dorms basking him with a beautiful grace.

His bicep flexed as he held the door open, the divots catching your attention, as you followed his arm up to his face with your gaze.

"What the hell are you doing out here, dumbass?" the broad shouldered man grumbled, all the while looking mildly pleased to see you.

Your smile brightened, as you held out your goodies, a peace offering.

He scanned the box of treats, before inviting you inside, taking them in his grasp. You excitedly followed behind him, the scent of his room hitting you like a truck.

Due to his quirk, he produces a huge amount of sweat. While this is good for combat, it's rather embarrassing for his ego. For you, however, you just recognized the smell as him.

You scanned his room appreciatively, looking over the decor.

"Bakugou! I didn't know you were a collector!" you gasped, excitedly as you looked over some of his All Might merch. You knew he was a fan, but a nerd? Wow.

Before he could think much about it, munching on his new snacks, he found himself mumbling, "'S Katsuki..."

A bright blush quickly rose to his cheeks, heating him as he realized the weight of his words.

Sure, you two were close, known each other even before UA. But this was a new level of closeness.

Your grin widened at the new bond, "Right, Katsuki," you said, turning around. At the sight of him, blushing furiously, head in his hands, you couldn't help but blush yourself.

As if sensing your amusement, his flustered state turned to one of mild anger. You knew it wasn't directed at you. You couldn't help but laugh as he spat his words.

"This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…” he trailed off, thinking.

"You'll what, Katsuki?" you teased, almost jumping in place with excitement.

You were met with a growl in return, as he fought not to blow little explosions in your face. He floundered for a response, before settling on one that would fluster you just as much.

"You'll have to kiss me," he smirked, watching your face light up a cherry red.

"Um.. but to do that.. I'd have to actually tell someone... and then.. that must mean, um do you NOT want to kiss me than?" you mumbled, more to yourself thn anything as you stuttered out your response.

He grumbled at your stupidity. Of course, you'd take it literally and not as an invitation.

Without a second thought he was across the room, quickly covering the space between you. With each step he took forward, you took one back. It wasn't long before he had you pressed up against his desk.

His hands found themselves on both sides of your body, trapping you. "I see the way you look at me, always so observant. It's like you like me or something..." he whispered into your ear, sweeping your hair away.

"W-what? That's crazy!! I-I observe everyone! Equally!" he laughed, as you stumbled over your words.

He pressed a small kiss to your earlobe, so softly, you barely registered it. Your face was heated, so warm he could feel it radiating off of you.

To say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

His right hand found your chin, clasping it between his index and his thumb. You found yourself leaning into his grasp, eyes falling shut as you relaxed.

"Your face is a dead giveaway," Bakugou mumbled, with the confidence of a thousand men.

Before you could respond, or even open your eyes, you felt a hot mouth on yours, pressing you further into the desk.

His left hand found your waist, as your hands found his hair, tugging at small strands.

He nibbled your lower lip, wanting to be let in. You obliged, and found his tongue meeting yours.

The hand nestled in his hair soon found his back, as you traced every muscle. You could feel him smirking against your mouth, but all you could think about was how amazing he was at kissing you.

A twinge of jealousy filled you, as you thought about who he had practiced with. This just made you kiss him harder, a wave of possession washing over you.

Your mouths mended together as if they were made for each other. Your tongues, perfectly in sync.

His hand brought your waist closer to his navel, your chests pressed together. A moan was pulled from your throat.

As you were learning each other's bodies, you were broken apart by a knock at the door, followed by a disgruntled voice, "Break it up.. Y/N, come on out."

Your face flushed in embarrassment. "Yes, sir..."

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Noni !!!! ♡

Help! Staaap me ! I'm having ideas aaaa, I don't write well, but the muses gave me this, and I need to torment someone with it ! Lucky you !!

Here was I doing the dishes and daydreaming about a certain blonde sorcerer, and I'm giving you the idea/prompt/ idk what this is, but maybe it.could turn into a story in your dexterous hands. Hehehohoho

Your husband Nanami Kento wakes up and you're not there, he hears you the kitchen making Saturday morning lazy day off work breakfast.

He wakes up hit and bothered and go the kitchen to tempt you, he's in grey sweatpants, you are wearing his white t-shirt. In a soft gruff morning voice, you're in the sink washing some fruits, he kisses the nape of your neck, talking smoothly into your ear, you can feel his "discomfort" pressed up into your back, he carries you, coax you back to bed, kisses wherever he can. You continue carrying on with your duty, playing vou, until his slips a finger into your panties, starts toying with you and then your done for it, breakfast forgotten, he carried you back to bed and sweet, spicy love making morning time. 🔥🥵💀❤️‍🔥

Sends you a hug and well wishes ! I'm gonna rot in hell with all these ideas.

Tags/warnings: MDNI 18+, P in V, Cunnilingus, BJ's Domestic, Established relaationship, Soft Nanami Kento, mention of washing dishes and 1 mention of kidnapping (there is no kidnapping Nanami is just anxiety ball) FLUFF, smut, idk what else.

A/N: Here it is. Im sorry it took me so long to write this i mean i really put the pro in procrastination...

A sudden clang of metal jolted Nanami Kento out of bed. Immediately, his arm reached out to his right-– empty. The messy bed and askew pillow suggested someone may have lain there, but the lack of warmth that reached the blonde's fingers suggested that the one he looked for had left long before he arose. 

Nanami swung his legs off the side of the bed and, picking up his grey sweatpants off the floor but not quite bothering with his slippers, cautiously made his way out of the room toward the offending noise. His hand balled up in a fist, ready to attack whatever intruder there may have been awaiting and, of course, to defend the love of his life: you. 

But what met Nanami's eyes instead was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen…

In the soft golden glow of the gentle morning sun, you stood— illuminated. 

Your hair was still messy from it being smushed against the pillow. You wore his white tee-shirt, which strained against your hips, tummy, and chest wrapping you in a secure embrace. And on your feet were your fluffy, bunny bedroom slippers. His tee-shirt barely covered your ass which Nanami quickly realised was bare underneath, when you lifted your arms, trying to reach a higher shelf. You were washing dishes…washing dishes… the clang. Nanami quickly put two and two together and smiled. There was no danger after all – save that of his breath loss.

He silently crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning, beloved.” 

You jumped, dropping the bowl you'd been sleepily scrubbing, replicating the sound that woke Nanami from his dreams. “Christ, Ken…you scared the shit out of me.” 

The man behind you chuckled. He dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck starting to kiss your skin softly. The smell of the bed still lingered on your body, warm and sweet. 

“We'll, we're even now. For a moment I thought you were being kidnapped and were putting up quite a fight.” 

“What—what do you mean?”

“A loud clang woke me up.” 

Silence fell as you stood trying to process the reason, during which time Nanami's nose grazed against your skin trailing down, inhaling your sweet scent. 

“Did you know how much you smell like something terribly edible in the mornings?” He nipped at you. 

“Ken…” you whispered, “It's early, Ken.”

“Mmm.”

“We forsook the dishes last night already. I really want to finish up.”

“Well, I'm not stopping you, am I?” 

You sighed and tentatively resumed the slow scrubbing of the bowl you had dropped earlier. 

Nanami dropped his hands from your waist to the hem of his tee shirt on you. You felt the fabric creep up the swell of your ass. 

“Kento-o-o,” you warned. 

“Go on. You're still able to wash the dishes.”

The lips on your neck burned,  sucking and licking at the thin skin. A wanton moan sounded somewhere, and with a blush, you realised it was you. 

Nanami chuckled. “That’s my girl.” 

“Nanami Kento, you really are incorrigible,” You turned around to kiss him. 

“Can you blame me? When I walked in here to find you looking like everything I ever dreamed of?” Your noses touched, and Nanami pushed his hips against yours. Suddenly the room felt hotter than before. “Do you see what you do to me…”

You could feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. It strained against the fabric reaching out, needing touch. 

Nanami flipped you around so he could face your back and ground against your ass. His hands reached up to cup your breasts pulling you into him so he could whisper in your ear.

“Let's play a game, let's see if I can make you come before you can finish washing up. If you finish washing first, you win and I'll buy lunch for us today. If I make you come, well, you're buying.” 

Your lover's fingers found your slit. Expertly delving into the folds, he toyed with the bundle of nerves between. You were playing a losing game. The events of the night before were still fresh in your muscle memory and with the lightest touch your libido had been awoken again, remembering the touches from a few hours ago. 

Trying and struggling to pick up a plate and the sponge, you quickly realised your grip was lacking. Kento kissed your neck again, this time with the intention of leaving marks. His semi-hard cock prodded at your back and the thought of him lifting you onto the kitchen counter flashed in your mind. 

“You seem to have lost some soap darling,” Nanami said without missing a beat. You looked down at your hand, curled up in a fist, squeezing the once-pregnant sponge for all it was worth. “Now wouldn't it be something if I could make you come on just my fingers…” 

“Ken…this isn't fair,” you whined. 

“Oh is that so, would you like me to stop then?” 

You shook your head vigorously. 

“That's what I thought.” 

Keeping his fingers at your clit, Nanami kneeled down and used his other hand, and shoulders, to spread your legs apart. The tight tee-shirt rolled up your ass, exposing it to the cold morning air and you felt goosebumps rise. He spread your asscheeks and dipped his face right in, replacing his fingers with his tongue. You were already dripping. It wouldn't take long. 

The dishes lay untouched. Your knuckles were white from squeezing the sponge, and here you were, just seconds away from coming all over your lover's face.

Anticipating the release, Nanami hummed against your pussy and in his signature baritone commanded, “Come for me.” 

His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit sucking on the nub. Your legs gave way and immediately his hands caught hold of your waist. 

“Fuck– haa– coming, Ken–” 

Your thighs quivered and your orgasm came shattering through and you held the countertop for support as Nanami helped you ride out your high, licking you with slow broad stripes. When you slowly came down from it he withdrew, getting to his feet. 

“Guess I won that round.” 

You did not complain when he took your hands and led you away to the bedroom. The tee shirt was the first to come off. With it, he wiped away any remaining soap suds on your arms. He sat you down on the bed, your legs still unsteady, and you took the opportunity to grab the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Sweetheart, you don't have to…” 

You shushed him. “I want to, please?” You said, looking up at him with big eyes. 

Nanami nodded. 

You tugged the fabric down, letting his cock spring free. 

Smiling at him, half disbelieving you remarked, “It's like we barely touched each other last night, look at you Min-min…” 

Nanami stroked your head. “It's the effect you have on me, Princess. You turn me on, so fucking much…” 

Your tongue licked a long stripe up his length, while you kept your eyes locked on him. “I could say the same about you, you know.”

Nanami closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the grip on your hair tightened. 

“Really? In that case, I'd suggest we keep doing that for each other for the rest of our lives.” 

You took the head in your mouth and bobbed up and down on it, letting him fill you. Although he allowed you to go at your own pace his hand never left your head, gently stroking your soft hair. With one hand you wrapped the base of his cock where your mouth couldn't reach and pumped him in time to the movements of your head. 

As it was always, Nanami's size was not easy. No matter how many times you took him in your mouth, you would dribble and drool, trying to fit more. Fortunately, this served to only spur the man on, and he gently thrust into your mouth – careful not to hurt you. 

It was evident you were not the only one still raw from the night before. Quiet grunts and deep growls, in the company of sharp hisses, as your tongue found its way around his cock head, told you that despite looking composed, Nanami was as desperate as you felt yourself to be. The wetness between your thighs only increased as you sucked his cock – turned on by not only what you were doing for him but also what you were doing to him.

A sudden loud hiss and Nanami grunted, “Shit, babe, get off!”

Losing yourself in the feeling of his cock in your mouth you failed to notice how Nanami's balls had tightened, ready to unload. You released him with a pop but continued stroking. “Come in my mouth,” You felt a twitch under your fingers but continued your gentle movement. 

“No, not your mouth, need to – feel—”

He pushed you down to the bed without waiting for a response. You smirked, and spread your legs. 

“Look at you, so desperate for this pussy. If only people knew how the great Nanami Kento could be made to kneel so easily.” 

Nanami blushed, lining his cock up with your entrance. His hands fondled your breasts lightly flicking the hardened nipples. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed past the small opening, stretching you out onto his cock.

“I could– say the same– about you, my love,” Nanami parroted your earlier statement. 

He bottomed out easier than usual, filling you to the brim. Your hands found purchase in his hair – tugging gently and you pulled his head to yours, meeting his mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. He pinched your nipples just as you slipped your tongue in his mouth and swallowed the filthy moan that dripped from your lips. 

Kisses coupled with well-timed thrusts had you at the edge well enough, but Nanami was far ahead of you. Desperate to have you come around his cock again he searched the bed for the small vibrator that had been discarded among the rumpled sheets the night before. Not once did he stop fucking into you, searching only with the sense of touch and, when he finally came by it, wasted no time in switching it on and laying it on your clit.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Your hips bucked upwards as blasphemous prayers dripped from your swollen lips. He grabbed hold of you, easily lifting your body into an embrace feeling the strong vibrations run up his cock as well. His thrusts grew faster and rougher with each passing minute.

“Hnng– fuck, I'm going to come, baby,” he growled. 

Your fingers carded at his hair and you pulled his even closed faces just inches apart as you looked into his eyes and cried, “C- come for me then. Right– right now. With me!”

Nanami let go with a guttural groan spilling inside you, at the same time you felt your climax wash over you. Your pussy held Nanami in a vice-like grip pulsing and throbbing as he emptied into you and you gushed onto him. The vibrator fell to the bed, once again lost among the sheets but you couldn't care less. Nanami was kissing you, like it was the first time he'd ever kissed you. Lips, teeth, hands, you were pulled into him as he devoured you. 

The high gradually faded. You laid your head on Nanami's arm leaving small kisses along his skin – wherever you could reach. He smiled down at you. 

“I meant it you know, let's actually keep turning each other on for our whole lives…”

You looked up at him, your heart full. “Nanami Kento, as much as I love you, I'm not accepting that proposal. You have to get me a ring.” 

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head, “I'll do that, and more. Starting with our repeatedly abandoned dishes.” 

You kissed his chest smiling. “I can't wait to say ‘I do’.” 

A/N: GUys i DROPPED MY PHONE ON MY FACE JUST AS I FINISHED THE SEX SCENE and it very STRATEGICALLY landed right on a pimple on my forehead with the corner like FML. here i am thinking about being railed into SUNday by MR NANAMI KENTO AND MY PHONE SAYS BONK GO TO HORNY JAIL HELP. THAT TOO DURING PRIDE MONTH. is this a hatecrime???

[giveafike]

thigh riding with ben….. pleaseeeee 😂

TLDR: You miss Ben so much and you're needy. So when he comes back, you're straddling.

Word count + info: 2.1k! Dialogue, fem reader x B.T.S

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW - MINORS DNI! Thighriding, hickeys, kissing...that's it I think.

Azzie Notes ✚: Mhmmm you got it! Based off of the poll I did, here's the NSFW blurb u NASTY PEOPLE wanted (kidding, I am just as bad)

Thigh riding blurb is here! I have another draft ready to post, but I'll slow release 'em so I can finish off one story while a new one goes up. I take so long to write im srry : ( but! a few long stories are comin' along. By the time this goes up, I should have 1.5-2 more prompts ready to go?

Do we like longer stories as in like 3k+ word count? Or shorter ones? send me a DM or anon feedback pls I wanna know how I'm doing or if you wish I added things (like more description, more dialogue, more focus on story plot, less extra content) and stuff! Lmk!

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Come Here - B.T.S

It was early when Ben left for training, his morning routine blending quiet focus and unshakable determination. He’d stirred you awake by wrapping his strong arms around you, planting soft kisses on the back of your head, like he always does. Even half-asleep, you watched him from under the covers as he got dressed, catching glimpses of those defined muscles moving while the morning light danced across his skin, with shadows making him look like a model as he pulled on his tennis gear. He flashed you that heart-stopping grin, whispering a soft “Good mornin', see you later,” before leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Now, hours later, you sat slouched at your kitchen table, dumbfounded pretending to work at home but failing miserably. Ben has been your boyfriend for so long but here you were, squirmish like you just met him. You’d tried everything to distract you; trying to type up emails, playing soft music, making coffee, but nothing could pull your mind from the simmering heat that had taken hold of you since the morning. Your coffee had gone cold, your laptop had entered sleep mode, and all you could think about was Ben. Work wasn’t hard today; your focus was just... elsewhere.

Maybe it was the morning show or maybe it was shortly after that when he left out the door, when you were in bed, squinting at your phone while mindlessly scrolling Twitter. Someone had posted a picture of Ben fresh from a training session, his shirt clinging to his chest, damp curls swept back, legs muscular and defined. Then there was that TikTok edit, showcasing highlights of your man on the court. His veins popped with each power shot, his thick thighs moved like a stallion’s as he manoeuvred with ease, and the intense focus in his eyes, it all did something to you.

The heat rose to your cheeks again just thinking about it as you groaned, throwing your hands over your face. Normally, you’d smirk, knowing all that was yours, but now you were losing it like a fangirl. It was as if you’d been thrown back into the honeymoon phase, when every glance, every accidental brush of his skin would send electricity through your veins. You couldn’t stop imagining the way his thighs flexed beneath those stupid short shorts, the strength in his legs when he held you, and how his hands clenched whenever he secured a set.

You leaned back in your chair, now fanning your face. Nothing was helping the ache building inside of you as you clenched your thighs together. Your phone buzzed with another work notification, but the words blurred. All you could think about was Ben, how bad you wanted him here, how feral you'd be if you could have his solid chest under your hands, the way he whispered obscene things in your ear, and how he’d press you close, body warm and firm against yours.

God, you missed him.

It wasn’t even like he’d been gone for days, but the thought of him out there, sweating and training, only made the hours stretch longer. You were arguing with yourself, trying to get a grip. You resisted the urge to text or call him, knowing he needed to stay focused. If you asked him to come home for a “lunch break,” he would, and he wouldn’t be able to leave you afterwards. And you didn’t want to break his concentration with needy messages about how hot he looked or how badly you wanted him.

By the time 4:00 PM rolled around, all you could think about was him. You’d tried a cold shower to cool yourself down, but it only made your thoughts swirl more. In every room you entered, you could imagine Ben beside or behind you, his presence filling the space; "God if he was here...". Restless, you ended up on the sofa in one of his T-shirts and some shorts, bouncing your leg as you waited. Everything about him that you’d craved all day swirled in your mind. You put on some show on Netflix, and the noise keeps you company as you wait.

Finally, you heard the front door unlock, and before you knew it, you were perked up, staring at the door.

Ben stepped in, fresh from a shower, his face flushed from coming back, his hair still damp and tousled. His clean shirt clung to his broad chest, and his thick thighs filled out his joggers in a way that made your heart race.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted, his voice smooth and relaxed, his drawl slipping through as he set down his bag. That accent of his made your knees like jelly, especially today. His easy smile made you melt on the spot as his gaze landed on you, sitting on the couch but clearly eager. You tried to play it cool, but the way your body practically buzzed with anticipation sold you out.

“What’s goin’ on with you?” Ben laughed softly, resting his hands on his hips.

You bit your lip, fighting the giddy smile threatening to break free. “Nothing...” you muttered trying to be coy, glancing at him through your lashes. “Just missed you.”

Ben’s laugh was warm, amused. “Oh, I can tell,” he teased, moving toward you and sitting beside you on the sofa. His arm stretched across the back of the couch, casually but with enough presence to make your heart skip. “You’re lookin’ at me like I’ve been gone for weeks.”

Your face flushed. It had only been hours, but it felt like weeks with how desperate you were for him. “I couldn’t focus all day, Ben” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned into him, inhaling the fresh scent of his shower, biting your lip “Kept thinking about you.”

His smirk widened as his eyes danced with amusement. “Yeah? What exactly were you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

Your gaze dropped to his body, tracing the outline of his strong thighs, his solid chest, his muscular arms resting lazily around you. You swallowed, heat rising in your cheeks as you met his eyes again, and the teasing glint in them made your stomach twist in anticipation.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. He knew exactly what you were getting at. “Come here, baby”.

The second the words left his mouth, you moved. Eagerly, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him without hesitation. His hands gripped your hips, firm but gentle, guiding you closer as you settled on top of him, your heart pounding against your chest.

“There we go, feel better, babe?” Ben murmured, his voice low and teasing, eyes gleaming with tenderness. He leaned back, relaxing into the cushions as his hands slid up your sides, pulling you flush against him.

Your pulse raced, all the tension you’d carried throughout the day melting away in the warmth of his embrace. His thigh was solid beneath you, grounding you, and when his lips brushed yours in a soft, teasing kiss, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“You missed me this bad, huh?” he teased, voice rough with amusement as his lips hovered just over yours.

“More than you know,” you breathed, kissing him again, deeper this time, your fingers threading through his damp hair as his grip on your hips tightened and you let out a moan.

Ben chuckled against your lips, the sound vibrating through your body. “Damn, maybe I should go to practice more often if this is how I’m welcomed home,” he teased, kissing you slowly, savouring the moment.

You laughed softly against his mouth, pulling back just enough to look at him. “God, please don’t,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You have been driving me crazy.”

He smiled, his hands squeezing your hips as his eyes darkened with affection and desire. “How ‘bout you show me how much you missed me, then?”. He was tugging on his sweatpants with that voice where it dropped to that low, intimate tone that always made your stomach flutter. You pulled his sweatpants down which he kicked off before he slipped his hands through the waistband of your pj shorts, yanking those down, leaving you in your panties. You set yourself back down on him, your hips bucked, your needy motions getting Ben aroused. He smirked as he watched you roll against him.

Your fingers trailed over his chest before gripping the hem of his shirt. With a swift motion, you pulled it over his head, revealing his built torso. Your hands explored his skin, tracing every curve and contour with your nails. He shuddered under your touch, his breathing growing heavier. The sight of him aroused as you worked yourself to an orgasm was heavenly. His boxers grew tighter, his breathing more laboured and all you were doing was grinding on his lap.

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and hickeys along his jawline. You suckled and gnawed, trailing your teeth over him, making Ben throw his head back in a groan. His hands found your hips, gripping tightly as he guided your movements down hard against him. The friction was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You both found a rhythm as Ben moved up into you, bucking his leg up and moving it in a delicious, teasing way.

You felt his fingers slip under the fabric of your shirt, caressing the small of your back. The heat of his touch ignited your skin, leaving you craving more. With a soft moan, you captured his lips in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing as the intensity between you built to a fever pitch. Ben's hands glided up your back as he ran a tongue on your bottom lip, pushing forward into your mouth. He breaks the kiss to pull his t-shirt off of you, and the cool air hits your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. His eyes raked over your exposed flesh, a low growl escaping his throat.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, voice husky with desire.

You felt a blush creep across your cheeks at his words. Even after all this time, he still had the power to make you feel like the only woman in the world. His lips found yours again, more urgent, more hungry this time. You melted into the kiss, letting yourself get lost in the sensation. Your hands roamed his body, fingernails lightly scraping down the back of his shoulders. Ben shivered in response, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck. You could feel your climax coming, the feeling of him roaming you all over sending you into overdrive.

“That’s it, keep goin’ baby, cum on me” he murmured against your skin, planting wet kisses. Ben lavished attention on your collarbone, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips as his hands played with your breasts. As your hips moved with a mind of their own, Ben held you tightly, his hands steadying you as you rode out the waves of pleasure, watching you throw your head back and let waves of moans leave your mouth.

His eyes never left your face as he smiled watching you come down from your high. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, your heart pounding and your breathing laboured. You could feel your core twitch and thrum against him, ready for more as you left a pool on his leg. You hear Ben chuckle and rub your back softly.

“What a pretty mess you've made,” he said, his voice soft and warm, “guess it’s a good thing we’ve got the whole evenin’ together”.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart racing as you looked up at him, pressing his lips to yours once more. The kiss deepened, slow but intense, the kind that made you feel like everything outside this moment had disappeared. His hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek as the tension you’d felt all day finally unravelled. You melted into him, letting yourself get lost in the warmth of his embrace.

The TV in the background played a forgotten Netflix show, but neither of you cared. All you wanted was right here, him, his arms around you, and the undeniable pull between you that made it feel like nothing else mattered.

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For the longest of the long AU WIPs, there's

-Defectors AU - AU in which Kallus was assigned to the Bridger Raid and finds Ezra.

-The Aphelion Waltz - AU where the empire never came to be. Trouble in the lower levels of Coruscant sends the entire galaxy into an uproar.

-Sense of Faith, Self, & Valor - AU in which The Grand Inquisitor and Tua lived and Kallus convinces/inspires them to join the rebellion.

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For long fics and multi chaps, we have

-The Renaecense of 264 -Kallus finds a droid abandoned by the empire out in the cold.

-Change In Plans -Prompt fic in which Kallus comes across a young lasat child in imperial custody. (Has been in our docs for MONTHS- I don't think we've spoken much on it)

-Salticidae -prompt fic where Kallus finds a lovely little creature and Zeb has to try and get over a fear before his partner gets home. (Might be a one shot, might be a multichap)

-Eyes of the Ashla -a prompt fic au. Kallus can see specific ghosts

-Insomniac Art Attack - Prompt fic. Sabine putting restless energy into good use.

-Pull You Into Dark Corners - heavy revisions needed. Nsfw. KalluZeb

-All Of Me -secret relationship. Not a slow burn, but something adjacent. This one might be scrapped and fused into other works. We'll see.

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One Shots!

-Baby Its Cold Outside [Defectors AU AU Edition]

-Jealousy Ft. Alexsandr - AU of sorts (mainly because time line doesn't line up with the concept but it makes me giggle). Kanan has a very Oblivious Moment and is jealous of Kallus.

-Bite Me, Love -something that was originally just a silly little thought but then 3 of you within a span of 5 minutes said I should do it. Like damn alright ig (I look forward to it hehe)

-[Unnamed Gift for Lost in Derry] - In the rebellion, Kallus being loyal to Hera. (I'm so excited about this one)

-[Unnamed Gift for GreyGhost] -After a major victory and an even bigger celebration, Kallus cares after a very drunk lasat.

-"Kiss The Girl" fic - Ezra and Kanan do a few shenanigans in attempt to get Kallus and Zeb to confess to each other. Ends in disaster every time. ... or maybe not.

-Morning Haze -nsfw kalluzeb

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Ideas/Prompts we have that we haven't had the chance to start yet. But am eager to get to.

-"I would rather set myself on fire in an attempt to burn them from daring to try and touch me than let them do as they please." - Sabine Wren (We have 2 different ideas for this one. One that's early on in Sabine doing ghost crew, between her and Kanan. And the other is her and Kallus being assigned to a negotiation together, and it's one of the first missions they have together.) (Might make them be in the same timeline, like the second being a reflect to the first and time passing. The first being far more reckless and self destructive while the second is a promise of fight, a continous call to action.)

-so so so many fulcrum trio things. You have no idea how badly HOW BADLY I need these three to be on missions together.

-in addition to the above, Jealousy ft Cassian & Ahsoka.

-sentient glimmer fics

-Sentient Bo-rifles

-Kallus surprising Zeb by making him some of his favourite foods. So much fluff.

-Fulcrum Kallus dealing with the severe isolation of being so deep in the empire.

-Kallus keeping Every Item someone gives him.

-nsfw - service top Kallus & pillow princess Zeb

-6 More Prompts we've been given that we haven't started yet but are waiting for us once we get through a few more wips first.

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These are the ones we have thrown up on Ao3 rn that we are half way through

-Conversationalist - an Ezra Fic

-Jealousy ft Lando - KalluZeb nsfw

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Staying in hiatus until I have the availability to bring it out is

Force User Zeb - this is a long au fic we haven't been able to touch in awhile (😭😭😭)

[missallanea-a]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Missa

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: She / Her

MUSE NAME: Multimuse ( too many to list here )

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: IMs. I'm getting back into adding people to Discord as well, but that's a bit slow going.

EXPERIENCE: 12 years on Tumblr ( hhhh ) and 18-ish years spent writing on various forums and instant messengers.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I mostly write slice of life type stuff these days, although leaning toward fluff or angst is always fine. I can't say I necessarily have a preference : the only thing I don't necessarily prefer to write is fighting ( as in writing physical fights, not arguments ) or smut.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

"WANNA RP" ASKS : These drive me absolutely up a wall. I'm not talking about people reaching out in IMs or asks with "hey I have an idea I want to play out," or sending me plot ideas. No, I mean asks that straight up, just say "wanna rp?" or some variation therein. First off : I'm a roleplay blog. So I feel like the question is irrelevant. But second off, these asks always, always come from non-mutuals who clearly have disregarded my rules to send the ask. I delete them on sight. Petty? Probably. But I cannot stand them.

PUTTING MORE THAN ONE-TO-THREE SPACES BETWEEN YOUR WORDS : So, I can't really see the difference when people put two or three spaces between their words versus one. What I'm talking about here is when people put like... five-to-ten. It makes your posts impossible to read, and if there's some aesthetic to it, I just... don't see it. It just hurts my head and makes me mad.

REPETITIVELY STATING NO ONE WANTS TO WRITE WITH YOU : Yes, this is petty of me, but dear lord. Nothing is more annoying to me than looking at someone's blog and seeing endless pages of them whining or passive-aggresively saying things like "WELL since NO ONE wants to write with me I guess I'll log off" or something like that. It just... drives me up a wall. I get it, it feels like crap when you feel like no one wants to write with you. But this is a hobby, and if it is effecting your mood that deeply that often then you may need to disconnect to prevent the social bleed. Once in a while is one thing, everyone has a down day. I'm talking about blogs where every other post is some variation on this theme.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Memes, honestly. I'm not against plotting, but I am so horrifically bad at it. If you come to me with a plot you wanna play out, I'll probably be game! But I'm... not likely... to come up with anything.

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: Yes. There is no or, the answer is yes. My one exception is one-liners : I don't mind short posts when you give me somewhere to go / something to go off of. But a single line of dialogue is probably not gonna do the trick, unless it's just a silly crack thread.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Late evening into middle of the night. Sometimes I can also get writing done in the middle of the day, but not often.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Yes and no. On a multimuse like this, the answer is definitely : some of them, absolutely yes. I see a lot of myself in Amity, Eda, Kagami, and Maxi. But others, not in the least.

tagged by: @serabellyms thank you ♡

tagging: whoever wants to steal it uwu

[forh3r]

DARLING, DEAREST, DEAD. - indie, PRIVATE & EXTREMELY LOW ACTIVITY account for FELICIA from netflix ARCANE. mostly based on headcanons + personal interpretation. written by NINA. minors don't interact.

a study on: having a brilliant mind and very little resources, being the glue that keeps a trio together, fighting for a better future, unexpected motherhood and its uncertainties.

useful links: headcanons, prompts, sideblog.

MOBILE RULES UNDER THE CUT.

SOURCE MATERIAL.

i'm caught up with the show but i haven't played or kept up with lol since middle school, so excuse me if my knowledge is a bit rusty. i'll make up for that!

we have very little information about felicia so i will mostly write her based on headcanons and my personal interpretation. i do however take some inspiration from characters belonging to other pieces of media as well.

SHIPPING.

you may find sexual content on this blog in the form of gifs, pictures or headcanons but will always be tagged and put under a read more when possible.

platonic ships ( friendships, familiar, coworkers, etc ) are something I want for felicia, so i'm always down to plot.

romantic ships need chemistry and a whole lot of plotting. please don't force ship. also, while i am biased about felicia / vander / silco, i will not push it on other writers. if you're interested in writing something about it please ask first.

INTERACTIONS.

due to my age being 25+ i'd rather not interact with anyone under 20+ for my own comfort. if your age isn't stated anywhere in your blog i won't follow / follow back.

memes can be sent by everyone, same as anons as long as they're polite. i'm too old to deal with tumblr toxic culture.

DNI.

this blog is meant to be a safe space for me and my mutuals. please don't interact if:

engage in racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, islamophobic or antisemitic behaviour etc...

pit female characters against each other. in this household we love all women.

i'm not interest in callouts about petty stuff, but i do want to know if someone i might be mutual with has a history of being predatory and whatnot. follow this rule at your own discretion.

REPLIES.

if i follow you, i want to interact with you. please go on to send memes or whatever, they're always appreciated.

i don't mind multiple threads, but i will warn you ahead that i'm very slow with replies. i don't mind being asked at what point i'm at with your reply, but please don't pester me.

as you might have already noticed by now, english is not my first language. i have studied it for over two decades but i'm bound to make mistakes from time to time. don't hesitate to reach out if my replies are not making any sense!

i always reblog memes from the source but will send you something if i see it fit for our muses. i would like for you to do the same, or at least not use me as a meme source.

THE MUN.

hi, i'm nina and i'm 25+. i'm currently juggling between a part-time job and university so unfortunately my time on here will be quite limited. on the same note please don't hesitate to hit my ims if you ever want to chat or need anything, i'll get back to you asap!

i don’t need any trigger tagged personally, but I can assure you that despite that i’ll tag everything properly as tw trigger, so that everyone can have a safe time here. if you ever need anything in particular to be tagged let me know.

i love yapping about a lot of stuff, but i'm also so incredibly shy! please don't take it as an indication of my interest, and absolutely go on to ask for my discord if you'd like or reach out through ims!

this is not my primary blog, so if you don't find me here i'm probably at rescuefield, ak4rin, memoriescut.

[starwrittenfates]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: Serenity

roleplayer pronouns: she/her

muse name: Haha, I'm a multimuse, so there's many on here. Just look at my muse list!

preferred communication: Discord and/or Tumblr Ims.

experience: I started back when I was a teenager --- youtube, gaia online, and here. Been rping on here since 2013 under many different URLs I can't remember and/or deleted.

preferred roleplay type: Longer threads for plotted stuff, and smaller threads for winging it.

pet peeves & dealbreakers:

Rushing me for Replies, especially in a timely manner -- In the past, I've had issue's with others rushing me for replies, especially when they knew I had something going on that made it hard to get around to and I clearly stated things will be slow. They would even send me aggressive messages about it. But especially now since I've developed a disability that gives me chronic pain and brain fog, I won't stand for it. If anything, it's my biggest pet peeve. That's why I state both in my pinned post and even rules that this will cause me to be slow, along with a thing in general called Real Life, and if i'm rushed it results in a hardblock. We're not machines. We're here to escape for a little, create stories and have fun writing the characters we love. It's not a job we're getting paid for. And sometimes you got the muse, and other times, it's a struggle or it just disappears.

Being strict about OCs, or at least saying that if you’re an OC to not interact — This is mostly referring to how things were here in the past with OCs. It made me not even want to write my own OCs before. However, there are sadly some people who still aren’t so welcoming to OCs and it’s sad because they are missing out on great creations —-Cue the: you can’t expect OCs to have fully completed biographies post and especially how OCs need engagement in order to develop!

plots or memes: I prefer to interact and start interactions with memes. It's just easier for me. While I don't mind plotting things out, I think I personally suck at it, not only because of my brain fog and lack of experience with it, but because I'm the chillest and tend to say "That sounds good!" to everything thrown my way. This is why I've created a WISHLIST full of plots/ideas I'd like to explore with any of my muses for those times when I can't think clearly. Just go through it and tell me what you wanna explore and of course I'll say --- "That sounds good! Let's do it!"

best time to write: I don't think I have a set preference. I mostly write when the mood and the muse strikes me.

are you like your muse?: Not really, but I have been inspired by my own experiences and shape it to fit my muses like Synnove and my other OCs. However, if I had to pick a muse(s) of mine I find I do share some things in common with, it would be Ciri, but also Astarion too.

tagged by: Got this from the dash. tagging: YOU!

[imyourbuddie]

Ok prompt time... can I please order a lusty kiss at a party, preferably with onlookers? Mmm thanks xx

(This got way longer than I anticipated. Such is my life, but these two idiots are so soft and I just cannot. Prompt List )

The one-eighteen Christmas party’s in full swing when Chim pulls out the bottle of spiced rum and waves it around like a little boy holding his favourite new toy on Christmas morning. 

“Who’s ready for eggnog!” he yells, then runs into the kitchen with Maddie in tow. 

“You know, you still have to work tomorrow morning,” Bobby shouts across the room and smiles. He’s the only sober person in the whole room, and Eddie wonders how hard it must be for him to watch while everyone else got shit faced in his living room. 

Athena sits down in Bobby’s lap and kisses his cheek. “We’ll brew some strong coffee in the morning and you can pass out Advil by the door.” Bobby throws his head back and laughs, the sound contagious. 

Eddie’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He turns on the screen to a text message from Carla. Behind her, Christopher—in his favourite Christmas jammies—waves from under his blankets. 

Good night, daddy. 

Eddie grins and takes a selfie with his tongue sticking out, then types out a reply. 

Night mijo. Be good for Carla. 

Eddie waits a little, but no response comes. He tucks his phone back into his pocket and sinks back into the couch, his eyes scanning the homey living room of Bobby and Athena’s house. He loves being here, loves the welcoming atmosphere and the decorations made with love. One day, he wants to give Christopher a home just like this. 

In the background, soft jazz music fills every corner of the room. Eddie glances to his left and finds Buck and Hen’s heads bent over a cell phone. They’re giggling at something, then Buck throws his head back and laughs. 

That laughter fills Eddie with more warmth than any amount of alcohol could. He’s only been with the one-eighteen for a few months, but his bond with the team and especially with Buck is undeniably genuine and iron clad. It’s hard to imagine his life before meeting these wonderful people, even harder to imagine a life before Buck. His Buck. 

Chim and Maddie scurry back from the kitchen carrying a tray of steaming, mismatched mugs. “Eggnog for everyone, and a virgin one for Cap.” He hands Bobby an extra large Santa mug, then turns around and makes his round around the room. 

Eddie picks a mug with snowflakes printed on the outside and takes a sip of the hot eggnog. And nearly coughs up a lung. “Christ, Chim,” he splutters, “how much rum is in this?”

“The perfect amount,” Chim replies with a cheeky grin and hands Buck a gigantic mug. 

Buck takes it and sniffs the contents, then proceeds to chug the whole thing. Either he has no heat sensors in his mouth, or he’s too drunk to care, but Buck comes up for air only when his mug is empty, and his dopey grin grows wider. He turns back to whatever he’s watching with Hen, and Eddie watches as a deep blush crawl up his neck to sit prettily on the apple of his cheeks. 

Dios. How does a man as thick and masuline as Buck look so goddamn pretty? 

Eddie takes another sip of his drink, this time the rum hardly burning as it glides down his throat. How many drinks has Eddie had tonight? He can’t remember, and right now, he’s so contently buzzed he doesn’t care. What he wants to know is what on earth is Buck and Hen watching that’s got Buck blushing so hard? 

Buck turns and catches Eddie’s eyes, and his face grows impossibly redder. Hen nudges Buck. Buck shakes his head, then nods as if he’s finally relenting to whatever Hen’s suggesting. They both get up, and Buck walks toward Eddie as hen heads for the iPod plugged into the speaker system. Eddie follows Buck’s every move until Buck’s standing over him, his hooded eyes—alight with blue fire—looking down at Eddie.

The familiar teasing notes of a song Eddie knows well replaces the jazz, and his skin burns at the melody. Eddie frowns as Buck takes his hands and drags him off the couch. 

“Buck?” Eddie cocks a brow and shivers as the sweet voice of Alx Veliz drifts from the speakers. 

Buck grins a lopsided grin and pulls Eddie into the middle of the living room. His face is so close Eddie can smell the rum and eggnog mixed with the beer he’s been drinking all night. One large hand roams down Eddie’s side, and Eddie can’t help his body reacting to the touch and the music. 

Without another word, Buck pulls Eddie impossibly close, and begins a series of delicate steps that never left Eddie’s muscle memory. It’s the dance he performed years ago at a Kizomba festival that abuela took him to. How on earth did Buck find out, and how does he know all the steps? 

Eddie’s pulled from his thoughts when Buck’s leg hooks between his, and Eddie’s airbourne for the span of a skipped heartbeat. Buck grins and leans close, his lips brushing Eddie’s temple, then he pulls away as the music jumps to the chorus. 

Oh uh ohYo me acerqué a ella a little closerOh uh ohY bailamos a little slowerOh uh ohI’ve never felt this way beforeOh uh ohY me enamoré dancing kizomba

Buck picks up speed, his hips gyrating against Eddie, and his hands are everywhere, leading Eddie as they both float to the music. Eddie’s feet move as if they have a mind of their own, happy to follow Buck’s every step. This is insane. The last time Eddie danced like this was before he joined the army. He didn’t even know he could dance like this again, and yet here he is, in Buck’s arm, allowing the man full control as they glide to the beat. 

Dancing KizombaY me enamoré dancing kizombaDancing KizombaY me enamoré dancing kizomba

The rest of the room fades, and as the music builds to a crescendo, Eddie’s breathless as Buck lifts him effortlessly through the air and plants him delicately on his feet. Buck twists, and Eddie follows as his body becomes one with Buck, his limbs an extension of Buck’s to be commanded and used as Buck sees fit. They move so well together despite this being their first time partnering, and Eddie’s chest aches with how much he misses this. Why did he stop dancing? Why did he think he had to give up this part of himself to be what he is today?

The song fades, and Eddie’s trapped in Buck’s intense gaze. There’s so much blue, and Eddie can’t help but lose himself in the uncharted galaxy behind those wide eyes. Their chests rise and fall in sync as they catch their breaths, and Eddie forgets where he is or how he got there. All that matters is the solid chest beneath his fingers and those plump, pink lips begging to be kissed. 

So Eddie does.

Buck moans, the sound low and filthy and it shoots straight to Eddie’s achingly hard cock. Buck’s lips part, and his tongue flicks out against Eddie’s lips before pressing past the seam. The taste of sweet eggnog and spiced rum and hoppy beer mingle with the heady flavour that’s all Buck. It’s intoxicating and Eddie can’t get enough of it no matter how many times he tastes Buck’s mouth. 

Eddie combs through Buck’s hair and tugs at the ends. Buck hisses, but the pain fuels his assault on Eddie’s mouth. He presses a leg between Eddie’s thighs and wraps his arms around Eddie’s torso until Eddie’s dangling off Buck’s thigh on his tippy toes. 

Fuck. 

Eddie’s lungs scream for air, but he ignores them. He grows lightheaded, but that only intensifies the taste of Buck as he licks into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie can spend an eternity here, his mouth locked on Buck’s, his cock throbbing as Buck’s thigh grind into him. Buck’s arms clasped so tightly around him not even a dust mote can get between them. 

Somewhere behind him, a series of whistles in varying degrees of intensity and clapping drag Eddie back to Earth. He pulls back, panting, and swallows at the dazed, kiss-drunk look on Buck’s face. His lips are even pinker than normal, and the way they glisten in the soft light makes Eddie want to taste them again. And again. And again. 

“Okay, Chim,” Maddie says behind them, “just how much rum did you put in that eggnog?” 

Chim chuckles. “The perfect amount, like I said.” 

“All right, you two,” Athena says, “break it up, or at least wait until I set up the guest room with fresh sheets.” 

Eddie takes a shake step back, and he’s sure the blush on his face matches that on Buck’s. “Where did you—how did you know about this song and this dance?”

Buck grips the back of his neck and grins sheepishly. “I, um, Googled you. And that popped up on YouTube. I loved it so much I learned it…”  

“You what?” Eddie blinks. “Why?”

“Because, it’s what I do, I Google everything.”

“Did you Google me?” Chim asks. 

Buck gives him a sideways glance. “No? Maybe?” 

The whole room erupts in laughter, and Eddie shakes his head and drags Buck down onto the couch with him. They snuggle up, and Chim comes by with a second round of eggnog. Eddie doesn’t even hesitate before accepting a second mug. The night’s young, and he doesn’t have to be at work until late afternoon. 

He waits until everyone’s got a drink in hand, then raises his mug. “A toast, to family.”

“Aye. To family.” 

And Eddie’s chest swells as he gulps down his eggnog. 

Prompt List

Song they danced to 

[duckugou]

21 + OSAMU

hi bestieeee ilysm i hope u like it

21. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

Osamu Miya + fem! reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Come to my smut prompt game!!!

CW: masturbation mentioned

"Your food SUCKS Osamu!" You laughed, throwing a napkin at him.

"Oh right- says you who begs for me to bring some to your place every other night!" He replied, throwing it back at you.

You'd been visiting your boyfriend at his Onigiri shop after work. You'd been craving it all day.

"Its out of pity!" You tried defending yourself.

"Whatever stupid." He sighed, sitting across from you since there was a lull in customers.

"How was your day, loser?" He asked you, happy to be sitting with you.

"It was decent- just glad the week is over. I miss you in my beeedddd." You said in a singsong voice, kicking his shin lightly.

"Stop it- I miss your ass so much." He said, trying to fight the blush creeping up on his face.

"Oh just my ass huh?" You teased.

"Nah...I also miss your tight little-"

"HEY HEY we are in a family friendly establishment!" You laughed, earning a blush of your own.

"Yeah yeah- the owner doesnt care." He joked.

"It's slow enough- can you just leave early? You can come back to my placeee." You tried convincing him, knowing he would say no.

"Baby- I gotta stay here." He said, putting his hand on yours.

"I know I know- I just wish you could come over sooner." You said, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tracing your hand.

"I know. I'd love to but I can't. Theres only an hour and a half before close anyways." He sighed.

"Its ok! I understand babe really!" You said, an idea popping into your head as you stood up, letting his hand land on the table. "I'm gonna head home though."

"O-okay!" He said, standing with you.

"Youre sure you dont wanna come?" You asked, hoping he would change his mind.

"I shouldnt babe, besides youre cute when youre needy." He said, half sighing.

“Well, I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then.” You leaned and whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and turning around.

He grabbed your wrist and turned you around. "You sure you can get yourself off as well as I can, angel?"

"I'll manage babe- see ya later!" You said, face burning as you walked out of the shop and started on your way home.

-

After you got home, you looked at your phone to see the dozen texts from your boyfriend.

"You aint gonna be able to do it right." "You know im better than your toys." "You didnt even ask first" "Oh like you need permission." "The thought of you touchin yourself is making me hard." "Why would you do this to meeee" "Baby youre so hot" "Fuckin hate you rn"

You laughed, jumping onto your bed and pulling out your favorite toy. You felt giddy- teasing your boyfriend like this was way funnier than it needed to be.

You took a photo of your toy and sent it to him, along with a text of "You had your chance buster" and laughed. Honestly, you werent even planning on doing anything. It was just to get a rise out of him.

But then he replied to your text and your breath hitched.

"Fuckin do it then. Send me a picture of that stupid fuckin toy in you too."

You gasped at how vulgar his request was, taking a second to respond.

"If you wanted to see it you shouldve come over."

You even started to put it away.

"Do it. Get yourself off. You were so confident about it. If you dont, youre not cumming at all tonight."

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself, feeling the wetness start to pool between your legs.

"And I want proof."

Looks like it's gonna be an hour of masturbation before your boyfriend comes to help.

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womp this lowkey sucks but HEYYY i kinda wanna continue it bc it’s so short but ehhhhh lmk lmk

[himbos-hotline]

fictober prompt two: "nobody warned you about me?" fandom: AEW [fanfiction] Name: I should've known you'd bring me heartache [Almost lovers always do] Word count: 1911 words Ship: one winged cowboys Characters: Adam Page, Kenny Omega, mentions of Doc Sampson Triggers: Unrequited love, Kenny is kinda an asshole here, Very breif mentions of smut but nothing graphic, anxiety, mentions of self harm/ self injury, wounds- mentions of bruises, blood, toxic masculinty Authors note: I know this is late but I got hit by depression which caused a creative block. Until now so I am buring through some. Yeah I really just project onto hanger here. The love isn't rejected. Kenny is just an asshole to hide his emotions. Also none of this is gonna be beta read, so if theres typos or reads weirdly im sorry /gen Taglist: @itsnoosetome @the-house-of-cards

Reblogs are appreciated // kudos and comments are appreciated on AO3

read on AO3

“What?” he hums, tangling a soft blond curl around his fingers as if he was sewing ribbons of heaven into the clouds themselves. Adam barely feels the tug and suddenly control is the last thing he has, his chin tilts upwards and he gathers Kenny into a kiss that feels like it's outshining the moon. Painted by starlight their bodies shift as one, Kennys name falls from his lips like an angel's prayer, low and bright and shimmering.

Looking into Kenny’s eyes feels like someone pouring salt into his wounds. He runs his tongue against the inside of his lip, ignoring the dull way that it stings. He follows the movement in his mind; left to right, left to right; slow and in time to his breathing. Green eyes focus distantly on his hands, tracing the drying blood that digs itself into his pale skin. It wasn’t a match that neither of them expected and now they sit, opposite ends of the medical room, staring at each other from the corner of their eyes. 

Doc Samson sighs, tilting Adam’s head back to survey the wound on his forehead. Gloved hands brush against the fresh clot and blood slowly starts to ooze across his forehead again, brushing against his eyebrows before being wiped away with cotton pads. “A few stitches should keep this closed.” The doctor replies, pinching the torn bits of skin between his fingers. 

“Okay..” All Adam wanted to do was curl under itchy hotel covers and nurse a bottle of whiskey as the night rolled past his windows. There’s a dull tug as his forehead is stitched up and soon he’s discharged to the locker room to shower and rest up. He goes to stand before a small voice squeaks in the back of his head and he sits down again, staring at Kenny with wide eyes. 

Kenny blinks, pressing an ice pack against his shoulder. “What?” He scoffs, using his tongue to prod at a cut on his lip. Adam tries not to stare as his bottom lip swells slightly but his eyes follow Kenny’s tongue as it toys with the new wound like a lip ring. It's a small movement that Adam has to lean slowly to watch, the bench squeaking under his movements. “Stop staring at me. It's weird.” Kenny complains finally, shoulders hunching forward slightly as if Adam’s gaze was scalding, it sends a pang of emotions through Adam's stomach and he darts his eyes to stare back at his own hands. He hears Kenny sigh and then the sound of boots scuffing against the floor, uneven and stiff. 

“I wasn't staring.” Adam complains, slumping against the other side. There's a gentle sigh and then the feeling of an arm wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You're just a dick.” 

“I am not a dick!” Kenny protests childishly, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout that makes Adam puff out a laugh through his nose. Beads of blood begin to bubble out the cut on Kenny’s lip and Adam wants nothing more than to lean forward and kiss them away before they stain his skin. “You're staring again, Hanger.” 

“Sorry-” 

Anxious green eyes stare at the arm wrapped around his shoulder, tracing bulging veins across the top of his hand; bright blue streams connecting to the river of his wrist, small islands of chewed nails and the sea that made up the rest of his body. His stomach knots awkwardly, suddenly feeling heavy at his swinging feet. 

“Are ya done here?” Adam asks eventually, cracking his neck in hope that it breaks the feeling that seems to be slowly flooding his system. It doesn’t work and pain begins to grow behind his eyes, spreading out across his skull in angry waves. He rubs his eyes with his palms, smearing the last of fresh blood against the apples of his cheeks, staining them like warpaint and when stars fall away from his eyes, Adam catches Kenny staring, head tilted to the side. “What?” 

“Nothing….Yeah, yeah I'm ready to go. You?” Kenny isn't sure why Adam stayed or why he chose to wrap him close to his body but there's a longing when he pulls away that paints itself so deeply in his bones, Kenny is sure that Adam’s name is branded into his bone marrow. 

 He shrugs a shirt over his head and smooths sore hands against the fabric and cracks a half smile when he turns back around, finding Adam still sitting on the bench, blood stained and wide eyed on the bench. 

He tilts his shoulders back,sticks his chin out a little and holds out his hand. “You comin Cowboy?” 

Adam takes his hand, linking sweaty fingers between colder ones and pressing calloused palm to calloused palm. 

It feels real, strangely human. It feels like love. 

Adam clings to Kenny’s hand as they exit the medical room. Bruises blossom over their skin, blood dries against sweat-stained skin, pain pulses through them like a poison, the tag titles shimmer against the dull lights of backstage. Pride swirls like sky dancers in their eyes and as they share half glances in the locker room mirror, the two of them smile and feel their hearts merge into one aggressive symphony.

They’re laying on the bed; watching the moonlight dance on the ceiling of Adam’s hotel room when Kenny leans closer and brushes his lips against the curve of Adam's jaw. It's quick and innocent and brings blood flooding across the tips of his ears as it drizzles down his face, painting his pale skin in a rose-like blush. Kenny giggles and props himself up on his elbows.

“What?” he hums, tangling a soft blond curl around his fingers as if he was sewing ribbons of heaven into the clouds themselves. Adam barely feels the tug and suddenly control is the last thing he has, his chin tilts upwards and he gathers Kenny into a kiss that feels like it's outshining the moon. Painted by starlight their bodies shift as one, Kennys name falls from his lips like an angel's prayer, low and bright and shimmering. 

In the morning, pale skin is kissed by the sun's rays and Adam rolls over, feeling his fingers brush against stained sheets. A whine pulls itself from the depths of his chest and he rolls over slowly, eyes blinking awake in the early morning sun. “Kenny?” He whispers, fingers gripping at the last stray sections of warmth from the comforter that lays tossed at the bottom of the bed. 

There’s no trace of Kenny Omega in the hotel room; no clothes scattered on the floor, no body that lays warm and human against his fingertips. He was simply a ghost that existed in the dullness of pain and euphoria stained memories. “Oh.” He sighs, collapsing back into the sheets, burying his face in the pillows. 

There’s a small part of him that understands. Adam isn’t what people look for in a partner;.people want men who wear greens and reds, people want men whose voice doesn’t quivver. They don't want the anxious wannabe cowboy who talks to animals more than people and dresses himself in doll-like pinks and bright yellows. 

People don’t want Adam Page.

Kenny doesn’t want Adam page. 

He presses his face against his pillow, pinning it against his face until colors swirl against the white pillowcase and black dots begin to cloud his vision. His lungs burn for air and Adam takes in hefty gasps when he pulls the pillow away. The sun presses its warm hands against his bare skin and Adam jolts away, placing bare feet against the old hotel carpet. 

He showers away the last few stray spirits of Kenny off his skin; shame burning every movement. 

Kenny calls him an hour after he steps out of the shower. His voice is soft and buzzes around Adam's head like a bee, it stings his ears and Adam feels like there's spiders under his skin. 

“You're unnaturally quiet Cowboy. Whats sup?” Kenny asks, chuckling over the sound of video game music. 

“Why did you leave?” The question falls from his mouth like dying petals and it sits on the floor in front of him, draws itself like a chalk outline on the sheets mapping itself around the long since shaken out indent that Kenny had left behind.  The phone line crackles and Adam tilts his phone as if trying to make Kenny’s voice fall out of it. 

“Nobody warned me about me?” Kenny laughs and it makes Adam feel dirty. “It’s just a thing I do with my partners. We win, I sleep with them and then I go back to my room. It's like a reward.  Afterall, I did get the pin yesterday I think I deserved something.`` 

“Oh…right.” He’s picking awkwardly at his phone case, nails tapping against the plastic annoyingly. Adam wishes his hands would still, that his brain would whirr up sentences. But he feels like he's shutting down. 

“You’re just something to do, Hangy.” 

Adam doesn’t say anything. Just feels his lungs still in his chest and feels his mouth go dry. His teeth feel on edge as if someone had brushed them with barbed wire and cotton pads. The line clicks close and Adam tilts his body forward, pressing aching fingers to his temples. His blunt nails scratch against the stitches that peak out his hairline like a curious snake. He curls a finger and yelps at the pain that floods his system. 

He thumbs over bruises and half expects his hands to come back soot stained and filthy and Adam is almost surprised when he’s met by the same pale skin he always sees. 

Dirt feels like it sticks under his skin and Adam feels like he needs to turn his skin inside out. He retreats to the shower, turning it to its hottest setting. The water blanches his skin a red and he tries to not focus on how familiar the red looked on his skin. How it almost matched the red that painted his face as Kenny whimpered his name, pressing his face into the curve of his neck. 

Water turns red, then pink, then clear again as Adam creates a canvas of wounds over his hips. A private artwork done by a shattered artist that will never be put on display. It tingles and he rolls his head back against the wall as he drops his implement of creation. 

He turns the water off and stays leaning against the wall, blinking through a curtain of dark hair and chilling water droplets that trace their way down his cheeks. The feeling of disgust is still there, burning like a wildfire in his heart. 

His reflection stares at him from the foggy mirror across the hall. Judgemental eyes blink at him and Adam wants nothing more than to slam his balled up fists against his reflection face until the glass shatters and he's as unrecognizable as he feels. Instead, he just grabs a towel and drops his chin, walking past the mirror as if it was a judgemental parent. 

He dresses, long sleeves and loose jeans and smiles thankfully when room service changes his sheets, joyfully relieved when the cleaner doesn't spot stray stains against the white. 

The cart wheels squeak as she pushes it out his room and finally alone, Adam curls back into bed. He closes his eyes and pulls his legs to his chest. 

Maybe he had warned himself about Kenny omega. Maybe he should have held his heart closer to his chest, drowned it so deeply in alcohol that it painted his bloodstream amber brown and sap like in his veins. Maybe he should paint his body in gloriously disgusting scars until he’s being held together by strings of tendons and the last ribbons of muscle. 

Maybe destroying himself would make Kenny’s heart call back to his swan song.

[synmorite]

Good Girl, Bad Boy

Characters: F!Reader, Jared, Jensen

Pairing: J2 x F!Reader

Summary: Jared can't follow Jensen's rules, so Jensen uses Y/N to punish him.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: polyamory, orgasm denial, cock cages, dom/sub relationships, daddy!kink, dom!jensen, switch!reader, switch!jared, M/M sex, anal play, anal sex, oral (m/f receiving), a miniscule dash of fluff. Y'all this smut from the onset!

A/N: So @hoboal87 and I absolutely LOVE to discuss and theorize fics on Bee's Discord server. We work so well together that @writethelifeyouwant challenged us to collaborate on a fic. @negans-lucille-tblr provided the prompt, "Jensen needs to punish Jared, and he's using Y/N to do it." This was written through a series of reblogs, with Alex and I only writing one part at a time with no discussions about what the other was going to do. The original post is here.

Special thanks to @hoboal87 for putting all of the reblogs together, creating such an awesome graphic, and for finishing the fic when I had to tap out to go to sleep. 😂 This was so fun and I'm excited for the next time we do it. (I also highly recommend checking out Alex's masterlist. She has got some amazing fics on there.🥰)

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“Since you can’t do as you’re told, we’ll have to use this instead,” Jensen grunts as he fastens the cage around Jared’s now softening cock.

Y/N leaned forward and pulled Jared’s wrists up to hook them into the handcuffs attached to the headboard. Jared whined as Jensen grinned and said, “No touching now, baby boy.”

Y/N moves onto Jared thigh, positioning her bare pussy on top of him as Jensen ties Jared's ankles, keeping him spread eagle. Slowly, Y/N starts to rock forward on Jared’s thigh, spreading her slick along his skin. Jared’s gaze zeroed in on his shiny flesh as he let out a low moan at the sight.

"Nuh-uh, babygirl," Jensen scolds you, letting his voice drop. You were already tense from a day full of teasing and you both know its not going to take much for the coil to snap. "If you're gonna get off, you'd better have my cock in you."

Y/N stopped moving immediately with a small whimper.

“Remember that we’re punishing Jared for coming without permission. You don’t want to be punished too, do you? Now you know what to do next.” Y/N nodded as she ran her hand down Jared’s caged cock, to his balls, to his still gaping hole.

Slowly, Y/N started to tease Jared hole. Jensen had instructed him to keep a plug in him while he was in quarantine, edge himself over and over again, but no cumming. Jared, the brat, of course couldn't help himself, sending you a video of him jerking off, spilling himself onto his tan and taut stomach. He'd begged you not to show Jensen, but you knew better than to hide this from him, lest you get your own punishment.

Part of you just wanted to help Jensen punish Jared though. It was one of the few times that Jensen gave you some control. You still had the rules to follow, of course, but it meant that you could play with Jared and watch him become desperate underneath your hands, your fingers. You smiled as you teased a finger into Jared’s hole to press against his prostate as he jerked beneath you. Jensen laughed, “Better hold on tight if you’re gonna play that game Y/N.”

Your mouth waters as you watch Jared's cock twitch in its cage, and he lets out another whimper as you hit his prostate again. Jensen moves behind you, his hand connecting with the bare flesh of your ass. It's not enough to leave a mark, only to remind you that you might be currently domming Jared, but Jensen was the alpha in the room. You let out a low moan when Jensen's fingers run through your slick, and you can practically see the smirk on his face.

"My two perfect little cock-sluts," Jensen works his thumb over your tightest hole. "Whaddya think I'll be the best way to show Jare that he should always follow Daddy's orders?"

You shivered as you pressed back against Jensen’s finger. You worked another finger into Jared and pressed against his prostate again without letting up. Jared’s back arch and he let out such a delicious whine that had goosebumps rising all over your bare skin. Jensen slowly pushed his own thumb through the tight ring of muscles at your hole and you let out your own gasp. You worked yourself back and forth on his thumb before turning your head and asking Jensen, “Can I pick something from the toy box to use on him, Daddy?”

"I dunno, babygirl," Jensen tsks, slipping two fingers into your dripping pussy, causing you to gasp out. You'd been under the same orders as Jared; two weeks without cumming, and the feel of his thick digits inside of you almost sends you over the edge. "Our baby boy wants to be fucked, and I don't think it'll be much of a punishment" -- Jensen slides a third finger into you -- "if we give 'im what he wants."

Jensen twists and pumps his fingers inside you, searching until he finds that spot inside you. You pull your fingers from Jared’s hole unable to continue playing with him as you moan out. You lean forward draping yourself over Jared’s sweat slick skin as Jensen thrusts his fingers in and out, faster and faster. “No coming yet, baby girl. ‘Member what I said? Can’t come till it’s my cock in you.” You whined and nodded before pressing your mouth against Jared’s chest. After Jensen hit that spot again, you bit down into Jared’s chest leaving teeth marks as Jared gasped out and his cock twitched in its cage.

Jared tugs against his restraints, "please, Jen," he begs, "lemme touch." You love seeing Jared like this, desperate and needy, giving all control up to you and Jensen. You want to have his hands on you as well, but you'll have to wait until Jensen's done doling out Jared's punishment. The most you can settle for at the moment, is a rough and sloppy kiss from Jared. You run your hands into his hair, giving it a tug as your tongue licks into his mouth.

“No, no baby boy. Y/N was a good girl, she waited like she was supposed to. You were bad. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to decide.” Jensen taunted. He came around the side of the bed closest to Jared. Jared looked up at him as you ran your fingertips down his chest, sucking dark marks into the tan skin as you went. Jared whined at Jensen again. “Please Daddy? I can be good!” Jared pulled involuntarily at the restraints again as you tugged a nipple between your teeth. Jensen smirked down at you both before leaning down taking Jared’s mouth hungrily with his own. You watched the kiss, feeling the wetness pooling even more between your thighs. Jensen pulled away and Jared chased his lips, but Jensen stayed just out of reach. “Why don’t you prove it, baby boy?” Jensen said with another smirk.

Jared nodded eagerly, and Jensen let out a barely audible good boy. Jensen brought his lips to yours and smacked your ass again with a command of ‘up.’ You lift your ass into the air, straddling your body over Jared’s, letting your breasts just barely touch his chest. The sound of Jensen removing his belt is like music to your ears, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Jensen wastes no time, swiftly entering you and burying himself to the root. You’re glad he started to open you up with his fingers, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to enjoy this nearly as much. He holds himself there for a moment, before grabbing you by the nape of your neck, bringing your back flush to his chest. “Bet it won’ take ya long to cum, will it, slut?” he grunts as he starts thrusting into you.

You reach your hands down and grip onto Jared’s hips to hold on as Jensen thrusts grow harder and deeper. You can feel the coil tightening and tightening in your belly as Jensen’s hand slides around the front of your throat gripping just tight enough. His other hand slides down over your breasts and belly to start circling your clit harshly. You close your eyes and lean your head back on Jensen’s shoulder, panting. You feel Jensen bite at your neck before whispering into your ear, “Open your eyes baby girl. Look at what we’re doing to our boy.” You open your eyes and look down at Jared. His knuckles are white as his large hands are wrapped around the chain of the handcuffs and his hips are jerking up softly as his cock leaks precum onto his beautiful stomach. He’s making soft whines and whimpers that immediately make you remember the video he sent to you. The one that got him in trouble. Your gaze moves up from his cock and belly over all the little marks you left on his chest, and over his throat that is tensed as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with each deep swallow. Finally, your hungry gaze meets his and you cum with a scream as you meet his lust black eyes.

“See?” Jensen grunts, moving one of his hands down your belly and over your clit. He starts rubbing you, working you through your orgasm and straight into another. You’ve barely come down before the coil snaps again and you sag against Jensen’s body.

“Those who follow the rules get rewarded.” If you weren’t on cloud nine, you’d feel bad for Jared, his cock straining against the cage. “Whaddya want now, babygirl?” Jensen groans as he slows his hips. You’re too orgasm drunk to form any coherent thoughts, all you want now is Jared’s mouth, and Jensen seems to notice when your eyes fall on them and you lick your lips. “You wan’ Jared to eat my cum out of you?” Jensen taunts, and you nod your head.

“Okay, baby, because you’ve been such a good girl, we’ll let Jared use his perfect mouth.” Jared hums in approval, and Jensen speeds up his thrusts, and after a few moments, he’s cumming hot and sticky inside you. He pulls out quickly, and you can feel him dripping down your thighs as you crawl back over Jared, placing your pussy above his mouth.

You grip the headboard next to the handcuffs and lower yourself down. Jared leans forward and licks up your inner thighs collecting the cum that escaped your pussy. He hums happily at the taste as he makes his way to your still dripping hole. The chain rattled as Jared pulled against them again. His long tongue dipped into your hole as you pushed down onto him more.

“Would you like me to remove the handcuffs?” Jensen asked from behind you. Jared pulled back a little as you moved your hips to follow his mouth and said “Yes, Daddy.” Jensen chuckled.

“Oh, baby boy, I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Y/N. Do you want Jared to be able to hold you still? While he eats every last drop of my cum?”

“Yes, please daddy. Please let him touch me.” You whined out.

“Ok, baby girl. For you.” Jensen reached forward and opened the cuffs, releasing Jared’s wrists. His hands immediately flew to your hips and yanked you further down onto his mouth. You let out a gasp as Jensen warned, “That’s the only place you can touch for now, baby boy. No where else.”

Jared agrees happily against your pussy, humming as his tongue moves frantically through your folds. His grip on your thighs tighten, and you’re sure that there will be imprints of his hands bruised on you tomorrow, not that you mind. You grind your pussy against his face harder, chasing one final orgasm, but you wanted to be able to see Jensen when you came-- another punishment for Jared. His name, not Jared’s, is the one you’re going to scream out. As you feel your third orgasm start to crest, you stop, and reach behind you for Jensen, you don’t feel him there, and you let out a needy whine. You turn your head and see Jensen on his belly, tonguing Jared’s hole, and slowly stroking his now-released cock. You reach out and tug on his short strands, not enough to elicit a punishment, but just to get his attention.

“What’s a-matter, baby?” Jensen pulls up, and Jared groans at the loss of Jensen.

“Need you, Daddy,” you moan. “Wanna see you when I cum.”

You turn yourself around so that you’re now facing Jensen, who starts working his cock into Jared. You lean forward, so that Jared’s cock is right under you, you look up at Jensen with wide eyes, asking silent permission to take his cock in your mouth.

“You don’t cum until I say so,” Jensen places his hand on Jared’s thigh, and you know he’s talking to both of you. “If you do, I’ll only be using those slutty mouths of yours for the next two weeks, and you won’t be able to cum that whole time, is that understood?”

You lift off of Jared slightly so that Jensen can hear a “Yes, Daddy,” from each of you.

You work Jared into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you can. One of Jared’s hands disappears from your thigh as starts teasing your hole, working you into a frenzy. Jensen either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, but you’re sure that he’ll make Jared pay for his disobedience later. When Jensen gives him permission, Jared cums with a groan, hot and salty down your throat, and you greedily swallow every drop.

Jensen then pulls out of Jared, stroking himself as his spills over Jared’s stomach. “If you’re good, next time I’ll cum in this tight little ass of yours,” he scolds. “Now, since Y/N is the only one who can be a good girl, you’ve got 30 seconds to make her cum, or you’ll be wearing that cock cage for another week.”

Jensen scoops up his cum with his fingers, and brings them to your mouth, where you eagerly suck them dry. It only takes another moment before you cum a final time on Jared’s face. You take a moment to catch your breath before crawling off of Jared, and lay down next to him, Jensen appearing at your other side, sandwiching you between the boys.

“Y’all miss me?” Jensen breaks the silence.

“You know it’s not the same when you’re not here,” Jared speaks over you. “Now that The Boys is done, you can have a role on Walker. Come home to us every night.”

[wandsandwheezes]

detention. | G.W

TW - implied smut, but nothing too steamy, other than that it's pure giggles xoxox

This whole plotline was a mess but this was written for @weasleysflowr writing challenge with the prompt below 👉👈

Bite me... If you insist

My back pressed up against George's chest and his hand over my mouth as we're crammed into a tiny broom closet was not how I expected this day to end up. Let me tell you about the events that led to this exact moment.

"Mr Weasley," McGonagall spoke out, "Care to explain to the class the 3rd step in Inanimatus Conjurus?" George's eyes looked up from his book that he was nose deep in, obviously caught off guard, he clears his throat before he is cut off again by our professor. "I suggest that you brush up on your transfiguration work, Mr Weasley and not spend your time scribbling away in the back of my classroom, I'll see you in detention." I snicker to myself as I roll my eyes and shake my head "Thank you Miss Y/L/N for offering to join him" McGonagall adds on, "But Miss-" I protest "Don't make me double it for both you and Mr Weasley."

I sit next to Fred and opposite George in the Great Hall for lunch, grabbing the notebook George was previously writing in from Fred's hands, "let's see what this rubbish is that had us get detention, then" I laugh flicking through pages of doodles of potions and all of it's workings, "what's this rubbish, she says, I'll have you know," George scoffs "the only reason you have detention is because you're so intent on laughing at your loving boyfriend's misfortune." I look up from the book, raising an eyebrow at George, taking a breath to speak "Don't be too hard on her Georgie, I'm sure our Y/N here is going to be one of the best with our new customers." Fred speaks up looking at George with wide eyes that say a thousand words to his twin. "Exactly, George I knew that Fred had my bac- wait what do you mean new customers?" I look quickly between the two boys before Fred gets up, pulling a sandwich away with him, "I think you guys need to have a little talk, and Im really not sure I want to be here for that talk."

George and I sat in the loud chatter of the great hall which seemed to be quieting in anticipation for him to speak. "I didn't want to tell you till Fred and I were sure." he whispers almost inaudibly, I softly close his notebook and slide it across the table to him, "If this is about the pink monster banning your products, George, I don't know what I can say that will help." he takes the notebook and gets up from the table, "will you walk with me?". He took his time explaining to me, as we took a slow walk toward the black lake, that he and Fred were thinking about expanding from more than just puking pastilles, answering any and every question I had about the endless products from the notebook. "Fred and I, we can't stand Umbridges tirade and since the banning of Weasley products in Hogwarts we're going to need to look to sell elsewhere... Plus I think she's dead set on letting us fail so, I assume that soon I won't even be able to look at you without her permission." I laugh, pushing his shoulder gently. "you'd think the whole six inch rule would've been more of a problem, I hate not being able to kiss you."

He giggled in the most innocent way possible, bringing my hand to his lips, "I was never one for sticking to rules, plus, you and I both know I have some inches to spare." I roll my eyes pulling him into a kiss, taking my time to run my fingers through his hair, earning a low hum from him. As we pull away he looks at me with deep seriousness, "I want you to join us at the shop, that is after exams and all," he smiles at me "and of course if that's what you want to do." I nod my head excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck holding him for a few moments. "I almost forgot we had detention, we should head back before the she devil finds us out here and gives us more than just a scolding!" he whispers gently, getting up and dusting off his robes before offering me a hand to get up and follow him.

The first half hour or so of detention was to be expected, sending winks and smiles at George when McGonagall wasn't looking in an attempt to pass the time. All was going smoothly until Umbridge bursts in the room. "I think I'll take this one from here, Minerva" I scoff, not loud enough for anyone to hear "I think I can handle these two perfectly fine on my own thank you, Delores." McGonagall replies, I look over to Gerorge, raising my eyebrows at the situation. The two women continued to argue with us still in the classroom, which provided a nice bit of entertainment in the last half hour of detention, McGonagall's win in the argument bought us a early pass out of the never ending detention, "I expect better from my own house students, now back to your common room and no dawdling."

If anyone knew how to ignore our head of house best, it was my beautifully brilliant George, we spent at least an hour roaming the grounds, evading teachers as we took the longest route back to the gryffindor commons, that was until we or rather, George spotted Mrs Norris and pulled us into the broom cupboard, hand over my mouth to stop me making any noise.

"you know, I'm starting to think you might be enjoying my hand over your mouth, but I do think I know where you'd prefer it." he whispered into my ear, fingertips travelling from my lips to my neck, "oh, Bite me, George." I joke quietly, "if you insist." he murmurs in response, lips moving to place a prominent hickey to my neck, marking me for all to see. "On Godric, George, I hope you dont get us caught." He laughs into my neck before spinning me around, "I think it'll be you who needs to watch out for getting us caught, Sunshine, why not keep those pretty moans for my ears only?" his words make me blush as he tucks my hair behind my ears, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

We stumble into the common room, drunk off of each other's laughter and high off the thrill of evading detection so late in the evening, walking over to the group who are sat around the fire "Take it that you're on good terms then," Fred points out as George rests an arm on my shoulder, "I'll take those galleons then, Ron." Ginny laughs, as Ron reluctantly hands over the money, "maybe next time don't go for such an obvious place on poor Y/N's neck, Big brother" Rolling his eyes he pulls you down to join his siblings, Harry and Hermionie. "Well, well, Gin, looks like you're finally learning how to win a bet, Freddie and I have taught you well," George laughs, "Hard luck, Ronniekins, you'll win one soon." Fred adds. "Shut up." Ron scoffs, chucking a pillow at his older brother, causing the siblings to fill the common room with laugher once again.

[scholarlypidgeot]

Number 7. You pick the characters/ship!

“So you can take your subpar wine and get out of my house!”

Erik smiled, and let his head roll slightly to one side. “Ah, it’s the wine, is it? Well, Todd, I could provide something better.”

Todd gritted his teeth. “You know I’m trying to quit.”

“A rash decision made in a crisis. You’ll get over it.”

Todd laughed, but it was the kind that had terrified Eva since she was a little girl: bitter, and sharp, like poison.

“A crisis? You think that’s what this is about?”

“Yes. A crisis of conscience, brought about by your decision to foster that orphan.”

“Not this again.”

Erik raised his hands slightly. “I’m not saying you should have left her to die, but you can’t expect to keep her like this forever. She’s not showing any signs of turning. Perhaps you should consider-”

“I’m not going to consider anything else you suggest, Sir Prince.”

There was a moment of tense silence, cloying and heavy, before Todd spoke again. He sounded tired.

“You know I don’t want his position, Erik. I’ve played your games for ten years.”

“A moment, to us. You’ve more or less slept on it.”

“And sleeping on it is the best way to make decisions you won’t regret, if I remember my life correctly.”

“And do you? It has been a few centuries.”

“Time I’ve wasted.” He pointed up toward the second floor. “That girl is the first good thing I’ve tried to do since I fell. I’m not going to let you risk all the reparation I’m trying to do just so that you have another Garrett.”

Another pause. And then, when Erik spoke, he sounded considerate.

“Look, if you’re just saying this because she’s there on the stairs, don’t. She’ll have to find out your true nature sooner or later, you might as well be honest with her now.”

“I’m not saying it because she’s listening, Erik, I’m saying it because you’re not!” He emphasized the last word by slamming his hands against the coffee table.

Eva instinctively flinched back up the stairs, waiting for the worst, but rather than attack Erik stood up, slowly, and picked up his coat.

“I’ll let you think it over,” he said, like nothing had happened. “Maybe even talk about it with her. I’m sure she’d like to see Wrenfeld more often. And how old is she now- 14? You should mention some of the benefits his position might give you. Girls her age like new things, from what I understand.”

“Just get out,” Todd growled, even as Erik brushed past him. Nothing else was said until the door closed behind the Prince, and Todd let out a very slow breath.

“Eva. You can come down now.”

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Important Disclosure: this is not ship material. This just happened to fit them the best.

@ps-im-blind @that-catholic-shinobi @redheadedbrunette @bespectacled-ghost @distance-does-not-matter @a-beautiful-crow @irishironclad @mad-ad - if you'd like to be added to/removed from this list, please let me know!

Thanks for the ask! The game for this prompt can be found here. Feel free to send more!

[yourhero404]

yo!! idk if you'd be up for this, but could you write a scenario with Amajiki where he has a crush on a first year who looks pretty emo with medium/short dyed black hair that covers the right part of her face a lot? it's a bit personal pft,, but she has a quirk that enables her to turn her stuffed animals into real versions of themselves. i was wondering if you could do some kind of scenario where she gets to show him her rottweiler as a real dog? if it sounds too specific, i'm sorry!!

A/N: No worries! It wasn’t /too/ specific, but I hope it’s okay! I was gone for a bit because I hit a rough patch of writers block, sorry about that ^^;;; so im not quite sure,,,, if this is my best work;;; :’)

TAMAKI

“Ah, (Y/n)!” Tamaki called, his lips quivering at the attention he gained for his outburst, “You… uh, you left this.”  

He pointed to the fairly large, stuffed dog in the chair across from him that she had left behind. Her expression shifted through both confusion and relief fairly rapidly as she rushed back over to her senpai’s desk. He enjoyed spending time with her and started to realize how rapid his heart rate would rise and drop depending on her distance- she was adorable, honestly, the way she hid behind her hair was similar to his and the fact that her arms were constantly wrapped around some sort of stuffed animal. His thoughts about which type of stuffed animal would be a good gift were swiftly interrupted as she reached his desk.

“Thank you! It would’ve been bad if I left him!”  

“Oh, I would’ve taken care of him for you…”

“Oh, no no, that’s not what I meant!” her face lit up with a blush as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, “I trust that you would’ve taken care of him, it’s just that… what if I needed him on the way home, you know?”

His head tilted in confusion, but let it slide as her bright smile distracted him. The day was over and he knew the two of them had to go home, but he was feeling fairly bold today and wanted to stretch out their time together as long as possible.

“W-well,” he stumbled over his words as well as his feet as he stood up too quickly, “I can walk you home. I mean- both of you!”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have to go to Fatgum’s office today?” She started to walk to the hallway with Tamaki by her side and her stuffed rottweiler in her arms.

“Well, yeah…” he started, keeping his eyes glued to the ground, “But I’m sure he’ll be okay with me being late as long as it was for a good reason. So… what do you say?” his voice grew quiet by the end of the question, afraid of rejection.

“Mmm,” she hummed, playfully twisting her lips to the side in faux thought. “If you won’t get in trouble, then sure! Justice and I could use the company.”

“J… Justice?”

“Yeah!” she grabbed her shoes from her locker and placed her dog on a nearby bench, taking a leash out of her bag and clipping it onto its collar. “That’s his name, Justice! He’s one of my best warriors after all!”

“Warriors?”  

He was lost and it showed through the influx of pitch in his voice. He thought it was cute- how she treated her stuffed dog as though it were real. It was endearing and gentle, and most definitely something he admired about her seeing as she was unbelievably kind to not only her stuffed animals, but those around her. Tamaki had to admit, however, something was off about her treatment of these toys, and he hoped he was getting closer to the answer this afternoon.  

“Yup, warriors!” she scooped the dog back up and carried it off of campus with a small pep in her step, “They’re like my own little army.”

“They? Meaning… all of the ones you bring around?”

“You’d be correct,” she smiled, “I pick which ones are best suited for the day, depending on what I have to do and where I have to go!”

“Oh,” he stared in the distance for a moment before turning back to her, “Like… a sort of security blanket? But with animals? I can understand that-”

“No no, I think you misunderstood and have the wrong sense of security there.”

“What?” His eyebrows drew together as he tried to process what she was getting at.

After putting her stuffed dog and the ground in front of her, she stepped back to focus on it. With a quick flash of her eyes and a slow growing black tint on her fingertips, the dog suddenly sprang into action and jumped towards Tamaki, barking frantically. He jumped back with an embarrassingly loud squeal and run a few feet away to avoid the dog’s teeth.

“See, they’re literally my security!” she had to yell over Justice’s bark. “Justice, sit!” Her voice boomed with something dark behind it, causing it to have a deep echo.  

Tamaki watched as the dog sat at her feet, practically melting into happiness as she scratched behind his ear and suddenly seemed much gentler than he previously did. The darkness at her fingertips slowly spread up the rest of her fingers, settling on her knuckles for a moment; His attention shot between this and the previously stuffed dog.  

“(Y/n),” he started, pointing in her direction, “How did- what is- You just- What?”  

“Calm down!” she giggled, holding her hand out to call him towards her, “It’s just my quirk! Come here, he won’t bite you!”

With his body shaking for another reason rather than fear from the dog, he let his hand rest within hers as she pulled him closer, crouching down to the dog’s level, prompting him to do so as well.

“Okay Justice, be nice! Tamaki is our friend, okay? We want to preserve his cute little face,” She held Tamaki’s hand out to the dog, allowing him to get his scent before Justice used his nose to lift his hand up, allowing it to land on his head as a sign to begin petting.

“N… Nice dog… Good boy…” Tamaki stammered, “We’re friends! I’m… probably not good tasting, after all…”

Her giggle soothed his nerves, allowing him to boldly start petting the dog, watching as he quickly started to pant and offer up kisses as he licked his hand. He sat on the ground then, allowing the large dog to crawl in his lap and lay down for some cuddles, despite the size differences.  

“He likes you! I knew he had good taste” She beamed.

“Eheh…” he nervously giggled, scratching behind the dog’s ear, “So, (Y/n)… All of your stuffed animals… you can do this to them?”

“Mhm! They all come to life and fight in my place with their own set of skills!”

That changed everything- at least he now had the idea to find a stuffed animal that could be of good service to her. She stood up, calling Justice off of his lap and released her control over him, causing him to turn back to a toy before picking him up and smiling up at Tamaki. With his face warming up into a blush, he quickly made his way to his feet and brushed himself off, walking her the rest of the distance to her home with nothing but questions and answers about her quirk; It was a strong quirk, and he honestly wanted to see it more in action- maybe he could get out of class and watch one of their first year training sessions? It’s activated by the flash of her eyes and the darker forces that start on her fingertips serve as reminders for her time limit- he’d certainly like to keep on her good side after knowing this.

All too quickly, they arrived at her door and he felt himself pout a bit. With a longing stare, quivering lip and a red face, he stuttered out a goodbye after she had leaned in to kiss his cheek as a thank you. As he turned away, he heard a soft growl and sharp bark behind him that caused him to jump a few inches off of the ground and take off running in the direction of his mentor’s office, screeching as he did so.  

(Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, patting Justice on the head as she watched her senpai run away flustered and spooked. A soft, red hue crept up to her cheeks while she settled her laugh down to a smile and her hand reached to pat Justice on the head.

“Maybe I should have introduced him to a smaller one first, huh?” The dog barked to agree.

Once she made it to her room to rest, she felt her phone vibrate as she checked to find a message from the timid senpai himself.

‘So, if you had to choose…’ The picture attached was a wall complete with various species, sizes, colours and types of stuffed animals, ‘Hypothetically… which would you prefer?’

She smiled to herself, typing her reply and sending it off- she imagined the flustered look on his face once he read it. Would he drop to the ground and hide himself like he did when she got too close? Something within her wished she could see.

‘The small, black kitty one in the corner. The one in the hood and the blush marks- it looks soft. Reminds me of you.’