#i know it's a little late shhhhhh

[chiuuee]

rain for days 25 - 27 of #slowtember 💙

[fvckingwolfstar]

An Excuse For Jealous Sex

pairing: dom!hozier x sub!reader

summary: A request for a jealous hozier and loving overstim, hope it’s what you asked for!

genre: smut!! 18+

word count: 1,785

cw: overstim, lots of overstim, oral sex f! receiving, use of sex toys, public sex, fingering, possessive hozier, begging piv w no condom mention (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!)

authors note: i love getting requests! don’t feel afraid to send one in. My rules are linked here🫶

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smut under the cut

You sat at the bar, looking into the glass of your swirling drink, bored out of your mind. Andrew had went to the bathroom, leaving you in the loud room alone. You play with one of the straps of your lacy tank top as you see a man walk up to where you’re sitting.

“What’s your name?” He shouts over the music and talking.

“Y/n,” you say, not asking for his.

“I’m Matt,” he says, shaking your hand, “Want a new drink?”

“No, I’m not done with this one,” you say trying to show you’re uninterested.

“Well that’s fine, we can go dance instead,” he offers.

“I’m sorry… Max, but I have a boyfriend,” you say as you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You feel a kiss on the top of your head and you smile up at Andrew.

“Oh, I didn’t know —“

“Well, good thing you know now,” Andrew says coolly. He turns you around to face him, “I think it’s time to go, yeah? It’s late,” he hums checking his watch. It was like 9 pm.

You smile, “Yeah, gotta work tomorrow,” you hum, taking his hand. Andrew leads you both out of the bar, shooting a smug look back at Mark… Mike? You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to be a dick.”

He wraps his arm around you tighter as you both walk through the city back to your apartment. “What? Do you think he could treat you better?” he asks condescendingly.

You see what he’s doing, and tonight you wanted to egg him on a bit. You shrug, “Mhm, maybe.”

Instead of answering, he turns into an alleyway with you.

“This isn’t the way home,” you quip.

He doesn’t answer and instead pushes you against a wall, “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” he murmurs against your ear. He kisses your neck softly, making his way down your body as he gets on his knees. He pushes your form fitting skirt up to your waist and kisses your thighs softly. He looks up at you lustfully as he hooks his fingers in your underwear.

You whine as a the cold air hits your cunt, “Shhhhhh,” Andrew hums, smirking. He sucks a mark into your thigh, and drags his tongue from the new bruise to your pussy. The stubble on his cheeks scratches your legs as he goes. He licks between the folds slowly and teasingly, making you moan a little louder.

You press your hand over your mouth, and your other grips onto his hair as he teases you with his tongue. He hums and goes into suck on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You arch your back and gasp at the feeling. Andrew holds your hips into place as he eats you out mercilessly. Your moans grow louder, even though they’re muffled by your hand.

He presses you against tthe wall harder and continues working you with his mouth. Your body shakes over him as you cum in his face without warning. He sucks again, making you shiver before pilling away. He fully slips your panties down your legs and stashes them in his pocket.

He stands up, making sure to steady you, “You alright?” He asks, fixing your skirt.

You nod sleepily. He walks home with you, making sure to keep you awake.

When you get home, he leads you upstairs, stripping you down, “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees,” he whispers into your ear. He leads you down to the position, “I love seeing you like this,” he hums before running his hand up your back.

You shiver at his touch, pushing back against him, “What to do with you?” he mumbles to himself before stepping away and going to the closet. He rummages through a box quickly before coming back with a vibrator wand. You look over your shoulder just as he switches it on.

While it’s buzzing, he puts it against your thigh lightly and you gasp. He runs it up your thigh, over your ass, and down the other thigh. He brings it slowly to your inner thigh, tediously bringing it up to your heat. As it makes contact with your clit, you whimper softly. “Oh, baby, it’s only on the lowest setting,” he chuckles lowly.

He raises the setting once and lets you revel in the vibrations, while rubbing your back reassuringly. You mewl against the bedspread, your face smashed on its side into the purple duvet. You rubs your hips against the toy, expecting him to pull it away. Instead, he raises the vibration again. “Fuck, Andrew, I’m close,” you warm him. He shushes you and presses the vibrator against you firmly.

Your body aches as you cum, your core becoming more sensitive as he keeps the toy pressed against you. You look back shakily and say, “I… I came.”

“I know, baby,” He says, kissing your hips as he lowers the vibrations, “Lay back down,” he commands softly. He starts to rub your cunt with the toy, setting it to start and stop pattern. You let out a broken gasp, burying your face in your arms. He intensifies the vibrations in the pattern. You arch your back, pushing your hips back into the vibrator, your pleasure intensifying.

You climax again, letting out a raw moan. He finally shuts off the toy, setting it on the bedside table. He rolls you onto your back, chuckling as he sees the wrecked state of you, “Color?” he asks.

You smile up at him, “Green,” you confirm. He smirks and runs his hands down your torso, stopping at your tits to pinch your nipples quickly. He snickers as you gasp. He brings his hand down further, ending at your core. He runs his fingers over your heat, circling your clit slowly.

You stagger a bit, “I already came like three times tonight,” you say softly.

“Who said I was done with you, princess? I haven’t even got to claim you,” He hums, leaning over you to kiss and suck at your neck, his stubble tickling your cheek. You sigh quietly as his fingers slip into you, prodding gently at your g-spot. You begin moving your hips in tandem with his hand, your pants and gasps picking up.

He brings his head up to yours, ghosting his lips above yours before he moves to stand in front of you. He pushes your legs up with his free hand, “You behave so good for me,” he mumbles, his finger movements becoming more intense.

Your moans become choked sobs you feel the painful tugging in your abdomen again. He still doesn’t let up, allowing you to chase your orgasm one more time. You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed of the mess you’re about to make. He pulls your hands away from your face, “I wanna see that pretty face.”

You look up at him, your eyes blurry with tears. You let out a sob as you fall off the edge. He stills his fingers, not taking them out, “Color?” he asks, slightly out if breath.

You lay there for a moment, your legs lax at your sides, trying to catch your breath. “Green,” you say quietly, closing your eyes.

Andrew leans down to kiss you before pulling his pants and boxers off, still wearing the dress shirt he wore before. Now his first few buttons were hastily undone. He pushes his hips against yours, angling himself so he can finally push his length into your sensitive warmth. He lets out a low groan as he does.

He stays there for a second, allowing both of you to adjust, “You don’t know how much I need you, Princess,” he pants as he begins to thrust. He buries himself in your chest, grabbing and sucking on your tits. Worshiping you.

You hold his hair tightly as you whimper. The painful tug in your stomach coming to you quickly, “Please, please, please,” you ramble incoherently.

He brings his callused thumb down to rub at your throbbing clit. You yelp as he does, already overwhelmed by pleasure. He smirks, only circling his thumb around your clit three times before you cum on him again. You claw at his back, letting out sobs of pleasure. He slows down to a stop so you can catch your breath.

“Fuck, Andrew, fuck…” you mumble, not being able to say anything more.

“I haven’t come yet baby,” he whispers in your ear, beginning to move again. You pant softly, your walls sensitive to every move. You tug at the bedsheets, trying to distract from the overwhelming sensitivity in your cunt.

When his strokes become frantic is when you start to moan loudly again. He holds your hips tightly, pounding you relentlessly. You lose yourself in the feeling, the pain becoming pleasure again. You bring your hand down to rub your clit roughly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, again.”

He thrusts deeper into you, reveling in your sweet noises. He cums deep inside of you, a deep groan coming from his chest as he does. You cum around his cock, squeezing around him.

“Again, lemme go again,” you babble, “wanna cum again, please, please,” you beg, carding your hands through Andrew’s hair.

He laughs at your state, kissing you quickly, “You wanna cum again?” he asks, “Was this not enough?” He asks, pulling his cock out of you.

“Need it, just one more, fuck please,” you plead, looking up at him with your desperate, teary eyes.

He hums softly, mulling it over in his head. He leans down to kiss your lips deeply, “One more time,” he says. He kneels in front of you again, like he did earlier in the night, and runs his tongue up your thigh and to your cum soaked heat. He licks in between your folds, tasting himself there and humming. He looks up at you as he takes your clit between his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue on it.

You pant as he kisses cunt, his arms around the place where your hips end and your legs begin. He lets his tongue leave the suction cup of his lips, to lick your folds. You hump his face as you grow closer, the pain being traded for pleasure once more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” you mumble, “thank you, I love you.”

As he listens to your babbling, he chuckles against your pussy, sending you over the edge again. You cum on his face with a high pitched cry. You hold his head in place as he eats you through it. He pulls back and leaves kisses to your thighs as you calm down. “Let’s take a bath,” he hums.

[peachdues]

The Thing About Genya — WIP (daddy!Sanemi x Lunar Hashira)

Shhhhhh

Major thank you to @umekohiganbana for reminding me about Genya and how Sanemi needs to fix that ASAP

Post- Bundle of Joy

NSFW teaser included at the bottom.

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“You only noticed me because I was bleeding all over you,” Y/N corrected. “And you only continued to pay attention to me because you thought I had a ‘kickass breathing style.’”

Sanemi rolled his eyes, lifting the feeding bottle back to his infant daughter’s mouth. “I did notice other things, too ya know.” He grumbled.

Y/N laughed softly and Sanemi felt his cheeks heat, her smile still capable of making him blush even two years after he’d begun warming her bed.

“All I’m saying is if you want Genya to leave the Corps, there might be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve maiming him.”

Y/N leaned over and smacked her lips against his cheek before ducking to peck their happily gurgling baby’s head, and sauntered off to the couple’s private bath.

Sanemi’s eyes trailed the Lunar Pillar’s retreating form until she disappeared from sight before turning his attention back to his daughter.

“And what do you think, my little flower?” He cooed, his daughter’s eyes crinkling in a wide smile as Sanemi brushed his nose against hers. “My plan’s better, right?”

The infant girl pulled off the feeding bottle, her tiny mouth twisting down. She coughed once, and Sanemi swiftly put her over his shoulder, against the small cloth he’d draped there to shield his bare back from her impending spit-up.

“Tch, since when do you side with Mama?” He grumbled, lightly patting his daughter’s back. She gurgled, signaling that she had finished upchucking her late dinner over her father’s shoulder.

He brought her back to face him, playfully glaring at her as he kissed her small, chubby cheeks. “Traitor. You’d better cut that shit out right now — or else I’m gonna go put a sibling in your mama’s belly.”

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Peep below for a NSFW teaser because my lovelies deserve horny Sanemi, always).

“‘Nemi,” Y/N giggled, swatting playfully over her shoulder at her lover. “Not in front of the baby!”

“Why?” Sanemi grinned, raining a trail of kisses down her neck and to her shoulder, his hands squeezing her hips. “She should know how crazy her daddy is for her mama. Besides,” Sanemi pressed his groin slightly into his wife’s tantalizing rear, causing her to shoot her hand out to steady herself on the doorway. “She can’t see when I do this.”

Y/N glanced furtively back at their daughter, who was busy giggling at the way her parents’ Kusagi crows pecked at the assortment of seeds and nuts they’d left out for them.

Baby properly distracted, Y/N mischievously ground back once against her lover, his fingers digging into her in warning.

Sanemi suppressed the groan bubbling in his throat, not wanting to call his daughter’s attention away from the crows. He slid his hand from Y/N’s hip to her neck, tilting her head back so he could press his mouth against her ear.

“Send one of the birds to Uzui’s wives. Tell them we need someone to watch her ‘til morning,” he murmured huskily into her ear, Y/N shivering as he grazed her lobe lightly with his teeth. “Make up some excuse, I don’t care. But you’re mine tonight.”

His voice dropped to a low growl. “And you’d better not stay quiet.” He pressed his hardening length sharply into her ass once more, in promise.

Y/N nodded, flushed.

“That’s my girl,” Sanemi grinned, slapping his wife’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze before moving aside, leaving the Lunar Hashira a blushing, bumbling mess behind him.

[ratsummer]

Shhhhh shhhhhh I'm getting carried away here, but...

Y'all ever think about Phantom being unphased by griminess when he's first summoned?

Or maybe not unphased, but he just doesn't make cleanliness a priority. Like this guy has been roaming the circles as best he can on his own, more concerned with finding food and shelter and the reluctant ally here and there than with personal hygiene.

Summoning as a general rule isn't a very tidy affair, so no one really notices that first day. Omega and Aether give him the typical, cursory wipedown to remove the worst of the summoning... goo... before bundling him up in soft, loose, flowy robes while his skin is still sensitive. And of course, when they show him where his room his, they introduce him to the baths and let him know he has the rest of the day to clean up and settle in.

Well, morning rolls around and Dew arrives to the breakfast table, ushering a very sleepy little quint along in front of him. Cirrus scolds him for so obviously waking him up before he was ready, but Phantom insists it's okay, please, I asked him to make sure I was awake for breakfast! Don't get angry at him!

And while Phantom explains that Dew stayed up late with him to help him find and organize snacks in his room, Cumulus comes to the table, yawning wide and clutching Aether's arm. She was so excited to greet Phantom and Aurora at their summonings, hugging them tight (despite the goo) and welcoming them into the fold. She's just as excited to see them at breakfast, purring and pressing a kiss into Aurora's hair first before shuffling over to do the same for Phantom.

He can't help but flinch a little as she approaches. Old habits die hard, and he immediately rushes to apologize when she stops in her tracks and frowns. But Cumulus is used to skittish ghouls - she typically accepts boundaries gracefully. No, what's caught her off guard is-

"Phantom, sweetheart, didn't Aether show you how the bath works?" Cumulus' voice is soft and warm, but she's got Aether pinned with a disappointed glare.

Phantom curls in on himself a little, squirming and wrapping his tail around his fingers. "He did... why?"

"Little bat, you've still got... goo... clumped in your hair. That can't feel very good."

And while Phantom is squirming and explaining himself, that he was focusing on getting used to his room, Cumulus starts looking him over more carefully.

She notices his claws, broken and jagged in some spots, dirt and goo clumped around them. Little scrapes, scratches, and bruises littering what little bit of his bare skin is exposed. Hair dry and frizzed up, with tangles and knots all around the base of his horns. And his horns... dried out, brittle, chunks missing near the ends.

Well, Cirrus doesn't call her Fussy Lussy for nothing.

"Oh darling, it's okay you didn't have time last night. I'll tell you what, I was going to have a little spa day today, I've got so many new things I want to try out. How about you come along with me and I'll help you figure out all the knobs in the tub and you can try out some of my soaps!"

Phantom looks a little wary and unsure as Cumulus extends her offer, maybe trying to figure out how to say no, until Aurora gasps and starts kicking her feet excitedly.

"Oh! Phantom! Cumulus helped me wash my hair last night and her soaps smell soooooo good! You're gonna love it!"

So, that's how Phantom ends up reclined neck-deep in deliciously warm bathwater not an hour later.

Cumulus is humming quietly, sitting next to him and lighting all the candles she lined up along the edge of the tub. "These candles are always here," she explains, "And the matches live in that jar tucked over there, so you can use these anytime you want if you like them, alright?"

Phantom just hums a little to let her know he's at least kind of listening. He rubs his toes through a little pile of what Cumulus called epsom salts, enjoying the way the grains crunch and swirl around his feet as they slowly dissolve. He can't remember being so comfortably warm and relaxed, maybe ever.

"Alright, sugar, I've got so many good things to try out. Are you ready?"

Phantom loses track of time quickly, but it must be hours that they soak together. Cumulus grooms him meticulously, and it stirs up achingly precious, half-lit memories from his kit days, when he still had his parents to look after him.

She scrubs his hair thoroughly with a sweet, sudsy shampoo. Her claws scratch deliciously over his scalp, sending goosebumps down his back. She works something called conditioner in next, using her fingers and a comb to tug and tease all the knots out of his hair. Not once does she pull hard enough to hurt.

She rubs a creamy, buttery substance between her palms until it melts into a sweet-scented oil. She massages it over his horns, cooing about how it's adding so much depth to their night-blue color. His claws are next, and Cumulus patiently explains what each of her little tools is for as she goes about trimming, filing, and oiling each one. She even rubs a cream into what she tells him are his cuticles, apparently to soften them or something.

She uses the softest cloth he's ever felt in his whole life ever to wash him thoroughly with a mouth-wateringly scented soap. She's thorough, getting behind his ears and between his toes. While she washes him, she tells him they should talk to Rain later about trimming up his hair so it doesn't fall in his eyes so much. She checks in with him constantly, asking if he's still okay with her washing him or if he'd like to take over.

Once they're out and dry, she helps him put on a creamy lotion before handing him big, soft clothes to pull on. She helps him roll the sleeves and cuff the pants, having stolen them from Swiss.

"He won't miss them, sweetie. That ghoul has the comfiest loungewear and he's always happy to share."

Cumulus insists that the most important part of their spa day is to immediately crawl into her nest to snack, snooze, and watch movies. It's called beauty rest for a reason, Phantom!

It's with a full belly and a clean, relaxed body that Phantom snuggles down under Cumulus' fresh, soft blankets and promptly passes out. It's the deepest, most restorative sleep he's had in ages.

And while he sleeps, Cumulus pets his hair, rubs his back, and generally fusses over whether the blankets are covering him properly. Her entire heart has totally melted for this sweet ghoul who's seen too much hardship, and she vows to make him the most rotten, spoiled little brat the ministry has ever seen.

[lecsainz]

my brother's friend

pairings: max verstappen x leclerc!reader

summary: the one where you're charles' sister and dating one of his friends, max.

authors note: I absolutely love writing smau!! sometimes I want to include all the ideas I have, but I'm afraid it will end up being tooooo longgggg

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yn_leclerc a little photo dump from this week, and let's pretend that I didn't spend this entire weekend with max away from the ferrari paddock 🤭

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maxverstappen1 blue looks good on you 😍

yn_leclerc I know! 😘

lestappen these photos are the ultimate boyfriend material

redbullwins the best couple on the grid

arthur_leclerc traitor 😔

yn_leclerc who? arthur_leclerc you! yn_leclerc no, who asked you?

charles_leclerc what shirt is that, y/n?? it's horrifying, my eyes are bleeding

yn_leclerc your problem, not mine. 🫶

lorenzotl but to grab some food, you were there in the ferrari paddock

yn_leclerc lorenzo! shhhhhh lorenzotl I'm just stating the truth yn_leclerc red bull doesn't have italian food 😭 what could I do? arthur_leclerc spend the weekend with us

leclercmoves I'm loving this

riccnorris HER WEARING A RED BULL SHIRT

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yn_leclerc always a ferrari girl, and no, my brothers didn't force me to post this 😁

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lercsainz xavi out!

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arthur_leclerc why isn't there a picture of me too?

yn_leclerc cause you're annoying arthur_leclerc seriously?! just yesterday you said I was your favorite sibling charles_leclerc everyone knows it's me! yn_leclerc actually, it's enzo

maxverstappen1 I missed seeing you in my motorhome

yn_leclerc christian said I'm not allowed in there wearing ferrari clothes, love maxverstappen1 oh he did? I think I'm going to have a little chat with the red bull team

sebredbull max activating the madmax mode

cl16 I miss seeing y/n in ferrari clothing

redbullracing am I the only one who thinks that the red bull blue is her color?

scuderiaferrari no way! the ferrari red is so much better landonorris I think orange is her color yn_leclerc never lando! you forced me to wear that hoodie and I looked so ugly danielricciardo I remember max almost having a heart attack seeing her in that hoodie pierregasly I thought lando would die that day 😅

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maxverstappen1 look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth the girl in my story has always been you

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yn_leclerc I love you so much 🤍

maxverstappen1 I love you too, mijn schat (my treasure)

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yn_leclerc life has been full of surprises lately and I couldn't be happier to announce that I said YES to forever with the love of my life! couldn't imagine my life without this incredible man by my side. love you, max! and that's not all... we have an extra little passenger on board! baby leclerc-verstappen coming soon! the joy and excitement we feel right now is indescribable we can't wait to welcome our little one into the world and create beautiful memories together as a family

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maxverstappen1 I couldn't be more grateful and excited for this next chapter of our lives. y/n, you've made me the happiest man on earth. thank you for choosing me to be your partner in this incredible journey. I love you endlessly, schatje (sweetheart)

charles_leclerc wow, can't believe you're becoming a mom, y/n. you've always been my little sister! it's a beautiful journey you and max are on. wishing you all the love and happiness in this new chapter. I'm here to support you always! ❤️

arthur_leclerc congrats on the engagement and baby news, though! can't wait to become the coolest uncle ever. love you

charles_leclerc let's face it, I'm going to be the best uncle yn_leclerc I think enzo beats you guys lorenzotl I think so too charles_leclerc you think nothing. arthur_leclerc I'm going to be the best uncle, end of story yn_leclerc if you say so 🤭 arthur_leclerc Y/N! yn_leclerc I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

lorenzotl congratulations, y/n and max! so happy for you both and excited to be an uncle. sending all the love and happiness your way

leclerc_pascale oh mon petit chou, je suis tellement fière de toi et de ta belle vie! congratulations on your engagement and the upcoming arrival of our little baby! you've truly found your happily ever after, and I couldn't be happier for you. sending all my love and blessings to you, max and our precious leclerc-verstappen baby. love, your adoring maman 💕(my little cabbage, I'm so proud of you and your beautiful life!)

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maxverstappen1 words can't express the love and joy we feel as we hold our little one in our arms, from the moment we found out we were expecting the anticipation and excitement have been off the charts. now, seeing this tiny human who carries both our love and our dreams, it's a feeling like no other ❤️ to my beautiful fiancée, y/n, you continue to amaze me with your grace and resilience. seeing you bring our little racer into this world has filled my heart with an indescribable joy. I am beyond grateful for the incredible woman you are and I can't wait to continue this incredible journey together as a family

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yn_leclerc you've stolen my heart all over again with this heartfelt message, max. our little one is a true blessing, a beautiful reflection of our love and dreams. I'm endlessly grateful to be by your side, witnessing the incredible love and joy you bring as a father. I am so incredibly blessed to have you by my side on this beautiful journey ❤️

charles_leclerc I'm so happy for you both, and I can't wait for the day when the little one is old enough to choose ferrari as their favorite team!

maxverstappen1 definitely not! the baby will be rooting for redbull! charles_leclerc we'll see about that! 👀

alex_albon I think we all know who the obvious choice for the godfather is... me! I mean, have you seen my skills with the little ones? 😁

danielricciardo oh, come on, albon! we need someone with real charisma and charm to be the godfather. that's where I step in, mate. I'll bring the laughs, the smiles, and the epic shoey celebrations! carlossainz55 hold up! I'm the perfect candidate for the godfather gig. think about it - I'll bring the spanish flair, the fiestas, and the best paella you've ever tasted landonorris sorry guys, but it's clear that I'm the most qualified for this role. I'll be the cool, fun-loving godfather who introduces the kid to the world of gaming, memes, and, of course, helmet design maxverstappen1 alright, alright, boys. I hate to break it to you, but we've already made our decision, and none of you made the cut carlossainz55 WHAT?? danielricciardo we were friends, max and y/n 😭 landonorris who is better than me??? alex_albon I feel betrayed

verstlercs I'M SCREAMING, CRYING, AND FREAKING OUT

f1number1 leclerc-verstappen family, something nobody saw coming

scuderiaferrari oh, we all know this little one is destined to be a future ferrari driver! welcome to the scuderia, baby leclerc-verstappen!

redbullracing this little racer is definitely going to join the red bull family and experience the thrill of flying on the track! get ready for some high-speed action! scuderiaferrari dream on, red bull! our legacy and history speak for themselves. this baby will be rocking the prancing horse on their chest, just like their talented uncles! redbullracing talent? speed? innovation? that's what red bull stands for! This little champion will be tearing up the circuits in our car, guaranteed! charles_leclerc can I place my bet? I say the baby will race for ferrari, just like their dear old uncle charles! maxverstappen1 sorry, bro! the baby will follow in their old man's footsteps and race for red bull. it's in their blood!

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(tadashi hamada x reader)

Summary: knees brushing under the table

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Lectures were the worst part of college. You were absolutely certain of that.

No way anyone would want their professor, who sounds like Bette Midler, to drawl on and on for an hour about some chemical equation that could be explained in three steps.

Your palm held your chin as drool almost slipped past your lips while you lightly dozed off. Even though the lecture was god awfully boring, you were grateful it was a big class so you could get away with checking out mentally.

For the most part anyway. (We don’t talk about the time she called on you while being in the middle of chowing down a bad if chips that you were most definitely not supposed to be eating.)

There was another component that added to your boredom however. Somebody was late.

Mr. Tadashi Hamada decided to stay up doing god knows what and sleep through his alarm today. The frantic text he sent you was proof of the incident as he rushed to explain his circumstance.

I lost track of time- blah blah I didn’t realize- yada yada ada.

Excuses for days he had. Though even if he was to miss half the class you did promise to catch him up on what he missed.

What were friends for?

…ha friends.

The door creaked, drawing most of the students attention to the entryway, where the man himself winced at the noise. A hushed ‘sorry’ passed his lips before he hurriedly went down the stairs. The teacher made a snide indirect comment as he plopped into his seat next to you.

With a lurch you were coherent once again.

“Morning sunshine,” Tadashi teased, leaning in close to you as he sat his bag down on to the floor. Humming gently you rubbed your eyes. Looking over you looked down to the teeth shining past his lips.

You never understood how they could be so white.

A hand went up to pull the baseball cap off his head as Tadashi used his other hand to tousle his hair. Puffing out his cheeks a much needed breath released from his lungs and he slouched back into his seat. The movable desk top was pushed down in front of him while his legs spreaded to a comfortable position.

Biting your lip you almost jumped at the contact his knee made to yours. The steady weight of it leaned against you but you made no move to remove it. If Tadashi didn’t want it there then he would remove it himself.

Tapping his nails on the wood the boy leaned over you, craning his neck to look at the notes you had written down. Wordlessly you picked up the book and handed it to him.

“Thanks,” he breathed out, reaching with his hand to take it, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. Another zing coursed through you. But you didn’t speak anything about it as Tadashi scanned over the words and your scribbles. A smile of slight amusement coming over his features as he looked at your doodles. However he frowned at a certain sentences.

Shifting closer his shoulder pressed against yours, holding open your notebook and pointing to the questionable phrase.

His words were slightly muffled as the feeling of warmth from his arm and knee burned through your body.

“Sorry what was that-,” you went to apologize but were cut off.

“Shhhhhh,” a rather irritated individual hushed whipping her head to look back at you. Another apology was voiced as you smiled uneasily.

“What did you mean when…” a quiet gasp left your lips when Tadashi’s breath was felt across your skin.

This was new. Tadashi has never been this touchy. He’s always been one to give simple high fives or fist bumps of gratitude. Or maybe a little side hug in the right occasion. But he’s never been practically cheek to cheek with you before.

But he’s just asking for some notes. Just asking some questions. Just asking for some help from a friend.

[whateveriwant]

The Scenic Route

Civilian/Non-Military AU

Summary: You, your boyfriend, and his best friend go on a road trip together. One night, when his friend's asleep in the backseat, you and your boyfriend get up to trouble in the front.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: ~1.0k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism – both include an unknowing/unconsenting party)

A/N: Hello! This scenario actually came to me in a dream lol. I'm sorry I haven't posted much as of late, but I've been trying to get over a nasty bout of writer's block recently. This drabble is the first thing I've been able to finish in months, so as always, I hope you all enjoy! :)

Just imagine it: you, your boyfriend, and his best friend are on a cross-country road trip for the summer. After miles and miles traversing winding roads and visiting quaint, historic towns, what started out as a fun adventure has become… mmm, less so. Because the days, maybe weeks, stuck together in a metal box with wheels has left you feeling a little… frustrated, if you know what I mean.

It's no one's fault, really. That's just the nature of extensive group traveling. But your poor boyfriend's friend, bless his heart, has really received the brunt of your ire.

Though it's not technically his fault you're all pent up, you can't help but feel a sort of unjust bitterness towards him. It's just that all the times you and Simon have tried to sneak away for a little 'alone' time, his friend was always hot on your trails, interrupting whatever tryst you two were trying to engage in.

So now, well over a week into your trip, Simon can tell you're about to explode. Trust him, he feels the same way as you, so at the first opportunity he sees, he takes it.

One night, when his best friend is fast asleep in the backseat of the car, Simon suddenly pulls over on a stretch of deserted highway. You think he's stopping because maybe there's something wrong with the vehicle, but then he's leaning over the center console, pressing his lips urgently to yours.

Immediately, you startle and try to push him back. "What are you—?"

"Shh," he hushes softly. "It's alright. He's asleep." He points his chin towards the snoring passenger.

And though a quick peek for yourself confirms Simon's words, that doesn't stop the concern from rising within you, especially as he undoes both your seatbelts. Even if his friend is dead asleep, he's still sitting just a few feet away in full view of everything. The proximity as well as possibility of him waking has you flooded with anxiety, and with your eyes locked on the sleeping figure, you try to protest your boyfriend, whose lips gently suck the hinge of your jaw.

"He could—"

But then Simon's big hand is down the front of your pants, swirling quick, tight circles around your neglected clit. You choke on a moan as he presses his fingertips hard against you, grabbing his collar when he dips lower, smearing them through your slick.

It feels so good yet so wrong all at the same time. But despite the guilt weighing on your conscience, ultimately, you can't help but be swept up in the moment.

Gaze still fixed on the man in the backseat, you let your boyfriend play with you however he wills. You twitch and groan, trying to keep your noises to a minimum, but it's difficult with how terribly brilliant he is at this.

He's smirking, the bastard, as he takes you apart right there on the side of the road. And when he stuffs you full with two fingers, causing your voice to suddenly pique, Simon urges with a low purr in your ear, "Shhhhhh... Don't wanna wake him, do you?"

~OR ALTERNATIVELY~

Simon, feeling like the third wheel on you and your boyfriend's road trip. Even though this trip had been planned for months and even though you two try to include him in everything, he can't shake that feeling of a deep tension directed towards him, from you in particular.

While you're not outwardly hostile to Simon, it's the little things he's picked up on. Like how multiple times he's caught you staring at him in the rearview mirror, or whenever he's accidentally brushed against you, you've reared back and caressed the spot like you'd just been burned.

And he gets it; he's not the most convivial of traveling companions. A few weeks crammed together can strain even the best of relationships, and especially so when you two weren't particularly close to begin with.

So imagine Simon's confusion when one night he's awoken by the gentle sway of the car rocking back and forth. At first, he thinks it's just the normal movements of a vehicle in drive. But then he hears something – the unmistakable sound of a woman's breathy moan – and his senses are suddenly on high alert.

With the motion of the cabin around him and the crude noises in his ears, it seems obvious what the two of you are getting up to. But they wouldn't, would they? Not when he's sitting right here.

Peeking one eye open, Simon's suspicions are confirmed as he sees you straddling your boyfriend in the driver's seat. Your arms are wound around the headrest, your face twisted up in pleasure, and Simon can just make out the naked skin of your hip as you bounce in his best friend's lap.

The sight is such a shock to the system that Simon's first instinct is to freeze, both lids flying open without thought. You two must've noticed him asleep and taken a chance to steal a quick moment together, and now he's an intruding third party who's become witness to something he was never meant to see.

Realizing what he's doing, he's about to feign sleep and pretend like nothing happened tomorrow. But before he can act, your eyes suddenly connect with his, and he finds he's hopelessly rooted to his spot.

Are you about to scream? About to cry out and call him a pervert?

So many possibilities run through Simon's mind, but what actually unfurls is even more surprising than anything he could've predicted.

Rather than being angry or shocked to see him peeping, you seem almost… amused. Aroused, if he didn't know better.

Keeping your gaze locked with Simon's, you flash a pleased, little smile, and continue eagerly fucking yourself on his best friend's cock. You toss your head back, grope your chest through your shirt, really put on a show for the man in the back all while the one in the front remains completely unaware.

And Simon, for his part, can't look away from the scene. Whether it's out of confusion or sheer curiosity, he watches on, keeping his eyes firmly glued to your figure.

Will either of you mention this come tomorrow morning? It's hard to say in the moment. But for now, as he's kept rapt by your performance, Simon's content to sit back and let this road lead him where it may.

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A/N: I'd love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

[stardewstardropthoughts]

a shane brainrot prompt: “you wanna cum without my permission, princess? Well now you don’t get to stop cumming without my permission”

im begging (my shane feed has been so dry lately and you are single handedly feeding a community i absolutely love u)

This got long as hell and I have no apologies because Shane brain rot simply does things for me 😂 I love you guys lol, I do feel like I’m a farmer very late to feedings with how long some of these take to get to but like I’m doin my best with limited time 😂

Content warnings: Shane brain rot babes, it’s all Shane brain rot, very nsfw MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, bdsm stuff, Shane has a sir kink my mind can’t be changed but I welcome you trying, afab reader and parts

Shane and punishment for cumming without permission

He had been edging you for an hour at this point, a punishment for teasing him all day

Deserved? More then likely, fair? No

So you decided you just weren’t going to tell him when you were close this time and you came without his permission

“Princess, what was that, I know you didn’t just cum without asking, did you?”

The authoritative tone in his voice definitely made sure you knew you were fucked

You decided to go all in because fuck it, your already in trouble may as well try and lie your way out of it

“No sir”

A harsh smack landed on your ass

“Don’t lie to me”

“…..yes sir”

Next thing you knew he had gotten up from the bed

“Stay there”

Your in for a long night you’ve realized

He comes back in with a few different items before tying a blindfold around your eyes

“Ass up face down princess, your gonna learn not to lie to me tonight”

His tone left zero room for argument so you got in position

He made swift work of putting the spreader bar on you so you couldn’t close your legs, his belt wrapped around your arms keeping them behind your back

“You wanna cum without my permission, princess? Well now you don’t get to stop cumming without my permission”

He turns on the vibrator and presses it snugly against your clit before using some body safe tape to tape it to your thigh and keep it snug against you

“F-fuck sir please, I’m sorry” you feel like every nerve is on fire as he slams his cock inside your dripping cunt

“To late for that princess, fucking take it like a good girl yeah?”

A second orgasm washes over you quickly, you try to wriggle away but Shane’s hands on your hips slam you right back against him as you cry out

“Don’t run sweetheart, you wanted to cum, so cum”

One of his hands threads into your hair to pull you up, pushing your back into a harsher arch and making him feel impossibly deeper inside you

“Fucckkkkk please sir to much”

There’s tears streaming down your face as he lands another harsh smack on your ass, soothing his hand over the red mark as it blooms across your skin

“Shhhhhh princess, doing so fucking good for me, such a good little whore hmm?”

You can hardly think with how overstimulated you are, another orgasm quickly approaching

He wraps his hand around your neck and squeezes just enough to make your head spin as you cum again

“Fuck sweetheart, feel so fucking good around me, gonna make me cum in this tight little cunt”

Your whining loudly as his hips start to falter slightly in there rhythm, a tell tale sign he’s close

“Gonna fucking fill this slutty little pussy with my cum, you want that?”

Your nodding your head frantically against the pillow

“Then beg for it, or I’ll keep you here all night, tied up and ready to be used whenever I feel like it”

Through the amount of fog in your brain you muster up enough sense to follow orders

“Please… please sir fuck, w-want you to cum in me please”

He slams his cock into your cunt as hard and deep as he can as he cums

“Shit baby girl, did so fucking well for me princess”

Stays inside you for a few more moments

You whine in overstimulation as he pulls out, he turns off the vibrator and gently peels the tape off your skin, unbinding your arms and removing the spreader bar

“Stay there for a second love, I’ll be right back”

No arguments there because you feel absolutely boneless

His tone is soft as he puts the toys in a basket to be cleaned when he has a moment, he starts running you a hot bath

Soon he’s scooping you into his arms and gently sitting in the hot bubble bath with you, a bottle of water and a snack on the side of the tub

“You did so good for me love, does anything hurt?”

He’s always real sweet after intense scenes like this, gently washing your hair for you, massaging any sore spots, making sure your well hydrated and have a snack

After the bath he dries you off, puts one of his oversized shirts on you for bed and gently wraps you up like a little burrito before climbing into bed with you for plenty of cuddles and snuggles

[my-own-walker]

Hi! I really like your fictions! Could you write one where Evan is getting a little tipsy (don't know, like he just came back from a party late at night but the reader is sleeping and he's just a noisy ass coming home but he's still horny af) thanks a million in advance xoxo

Heat Wave

note: i know the above pic is literally not him but it looks so close i gotta use it

warnings: drunk s3x (but it’s okay bc he wants it), sm*t, oral f receiving

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It was unbearably hot in the city. The apartment's air conditioning was simply not cutting it. The night was disgustingly stuffy. The fan in the corner of the room oscillated from side to side, but could not sufficiently move the stifling air.

I spent the night tossing and turning, sleeping in only panties and a tank top to try to keep myself cool. Nothing worked. The stickiness in the air was bothersome, and I plainly could not sleep. And what made it worse? The only person that could cure my insomnia was out at a cast party.

Evan's new project had just wrapped, which meant a large celebration for all involved. He spent the night texting me photos from the bar they ended up at, but after a while, they stopped coming in. I figured he was having too much fun to even regard his phone, so I settled into bed to try to get some sleep. I struggled to sleep every time he was out late, but this time was especially torturous given the temperature.

I looked at the clock on the bedside table. 2 am. I groaned externally and flipped onto my side. As a last-ditch effort, I threw the duvet off the bed and slipped under the thin sheet. It was cool enough for me to begin to doze off. Just as sleep began to take me, though, the apartment door opened loudly and shook me awake.

The door shut with a bang and the sound of jingly keys being thrown onto the counter rang through the apartment. I heard Evan’s voice. He was muttering something to himself.

‘I have to be quiet, Y/N is sleeping,’ he drawled, drunkenly, just outside the bedroom door. Not subtly at all, he opened the door and stepped into the room at quite a normal volume. ‘Shhhhhh,’ he directed at the sound of the door closing.

‘Hey baby, it’s okay, I’m awake,’ I murmured.

He gasped like a child. ‘You’re awake? Yayyyy,’ he exclaimed excitedly. ‘Y/N I missed you.’ He kicked his shoes off and rushed over to my side of the bed, wrapping me in a sloppy embrace.

‘I missed you too, lovely,’ I cooed. ‘How was it?’

He let go of me and took his shirt off. The sight of his muscly body made me quietly churn inside. He stood and removed his jeans, letting them pool on the floor.

‘It was good, we like, went to the bar and stuff,’ Evan said disconnectedly as he walked over to his side of the bed and flopped down. ‘I had so many drinks. So many.’ He sat up and rested his back on the headboard, folding his hands over his stomach.

‘I can tell,’ I giggled, grabbing his head and tilting it down so I could kiss it. He rested his forehead on my shoulder and slumped a bit.

‘You smell good,’ he slurred.

‘Thank you, I try,’ I laughed. He looked up, suddenly, his eyes appearing more sober than before.

‘You’re really hot,’ he breathed. He took a front-hanging strand of my hair in his fingers and tucked it behind my ear. ‘I like what you’re wearing.’

‘Oh, yeah? It’s way too hot in here, I needed something light,’ I smiled.

‘I think you should wear that every night,’ he hummed, ‘in fact, I think you should wear that all the time.’

‘That wouldn’t be appropriate now, would it?’ I laughed. He sobered even more, shifting so he could caress my bare shoulder.

‘I wouldn’t care.’ He pulled me in closer to him and began kissing me. In all honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to have him all over me, with the heat and all, but the way he touched me was so compelling. The way his sweaty bare skin felt against mine was intoxicating.

He hoisted me onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. I ran my hands over his bare torso as we made out, its smoothness drawing me into a trance. It didn't matter how many times we'd done this. It always made my heart skip when he began to remove my clothes.

My top fell with a dull thud onto the bedroom floor. Evan regarded me in the state I was in, pausing for just a moment to appreciate me. Then, hungrily, he started kissing my skin, leaving love bites here and there as he went.

I moaned and bucked my hips at the contact. His kisses lingered on my neck and breasts. I felt his bulge grow beneath me.

'Lay down,' he instructed. I did as he pleased, shifting off his lap and into a laying position atop the sheets. I took my panties off myself to hasten the process. He situated himself in front of me, pushing my ankles gently, guiding my knees to bend. Then, softly, he parted my thighs.

Warmth spread through my core as I felt him pepper kisses along the insides of my thighs. They were tender kisses, full of passion and love. Slowly, his face made its way up my leg until he reached my wet pussy.

He ran his tongue along the folds, taking his time to savor every second. I inhaled sharply with each movement. His tongue circled my pussy before finding my clit. I cried out as he hit the bundle of nerves. It felt like fireworks were exploding deep within my core. I yelped and moaned raucously, unable to keep i together.

In no time, I was putty in his hands. I grabbed his hair and held him close to me, ensuring he would not pull away. I needed him badly. Our bodies moved in sync. It was magic. I orgasmed so loudly that I thought the neighbors might come knocking. Evan sat me up and hugged me closely after my fits of pleasure subsided.

'You okay?' he whispered in my ear, stroking my back delicately. I nodded, breathing heavily. 'Can I keep going?'

'Yes,' I panted, 'please.'

Evan laid me back down and spread my legs again, this time much hungrier. Too drunk to be cunning, or even a tease, he wasted no time removing his briefs and lining his cock up with my entrance.

He thrust into me with a grunt, feeling my cunt’s walls tighten around his length. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. I reached up, pulling him by his neck toward me so I could kiss him. Not for long, though. The deeper his cock went inside me, the less will I had to keep going.

There was nothing I could do besides grip the bedsheets as he had his way with me. It was so hot and heavy. His touch was all encompassing and heavenly. He came with a loud moan and a string of curse words. I felt his hot load spill into me.

‘Fuck,’ I spat, gasping for air. Evan pulled out and collapsed on top of me, nestling his head into the crook of my neck. I felt his chest rise and fall sharply and his heartbeat pound right next to my sternum. ‘You alright?’ I breathed.

‘Ye-yeah,’ he panted. ‘Fuck. You’re so hot.’

‘No you,’ I laughed. He rolled off of me and flopped onto his back. I sighed in relief. ‘Good. It’s too fucking hot in here to have you on me like that.’ He chuckled softly.

‘You’re right,’ he drawled. ‘I need a cold shower.’

‘I’ll join you,’ I suggested. ‘I think there’s no use in trying to sleep tonight. We gotta call maintenance about the AC tomorrow.’

‘I can’t lie, Y/N, ‘m kinda too drunk to remember that,’ he slurred. ‘You gotta remind me tomorrow.’

I stood and walked to the bathroom, chuckling quietly at him. His drunkenness made him all the more loveable. I turned on the shower and heard a thud in the bedroom.

‘Everything okay?’ I called.

‘Yeahhhhh,’ Evan drawled. ‘I tripped over the duvet.’

I shook my head and laughed aloud. Damn he was cute.

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Two posts in one day after days of radio silence?! Am I sick? No…just feeling spicy LMAO.

[sweetracha]

Mommy seungmin🤬 hand him over

You need to learn how to say please, love. But you get away with it because I love you 💋

Mommy Seungmin Headcannon

Calling Seungmin Mommy started as a joke between you two.

Seungmin noticed some nights after work you would skip dinner and go straight to bed

On other days when questioned about what you ate for lunch, you had a vague answer

He knew it wasn't because you were deliberately not eating. Rather you were too tired or stressed to remember.

This began Minnie making your lunches every day

He found comfort in knowing what you were eating and that you were eating enough

Was it strange he found comforting you a turn-on?

He couldn't think long about it as every morning when you grabbed your lunch you gave the same sarcastic response

"Thanks, Mom, love you!"

Accepting one day was different. Very different

You grabbed your lunch out of the fridge and left a lingering kiss on his lips

"Thanks, Mommy"

That single phrase ran through his mind all-day

When you came home you found him lost in thought on the couch

"Minnie baby talk to me, what's going on in that head of yours?"

"Call me it again"

"Call you what? What are you talking about Min."

"This morning. Please I just need to hear it again"

"Mommy? Minnie is that what all this is about, I'm sorry I didn't mea-"

"Please don't say you didn't mean it"

"What?"

"Please tell me you mean it! I need to know you feel so comfortable and protected by me. I need to know if you'll let me be that for you. To be your mommy" his eyes shined with pure love. You knew he wasn't joking.

You sniffled a bit. No one had ever wanted to love you like that. No one NEEDED to love you like that. You wanted and needed it too.

"Mommy?"

He smiled brighter than any star, cradling his baby close to his heart.

"Shhhhhh little pup, mommy is here. Mommy will always be right here"

After that night Seungmin and you stumbled around this new dynamic

You two did not have strict roles in the bedroom. Your sessions usually evolved with the night

But Seungmin wanted to make nights with Mommy special

No longer was he driving into you with a brutal pace

instead he was taking his time, slow and deliberate thrusts

"Such a stupid little pup. So desperate for cock"

Became "Such a sweet little pup. Come on, all you needed was mommy's cock, right? Good little pup"

When you walked through the door late after hours of paperwork and gave him those soft but sad eyes he knew.

"You need Mommy don't you baby. Let mommy help you relax. He is going to take control from here baby. All I ask is that you let go and feel all the pleasure Mommy is about to give you."

[late-to-the-party-81]

Who we are

AN: A little late, but here is my week 10 entry for @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer. We are doing another revisit - my modern beefy sub Bucky and his petite dom, Steve from my previous HBS fic Loving you means loving myself. The next few weeks will be a series of vignettes into their relationship, which may or may not be linked together.

Big love to @metalbvcky for beta-ing this.

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Challenges and Bingos: HBS week 10 - Shhhhhhh

Summary: Okay, maybe getting it on in the bathroom during the summer office party at Steve’s work wasn’t the best idea, but in Bucky’s defence, watching Steve, who already looked like the hottest thing on the planet in his blue linen suit, talk corporate and command the room had sent his libido sky-rocketing. He’d been so handsy when Steve had stepped down from the podium, already starting to float around the edges of subspace, that Steve had had no option but to hustle him away before he did something that even out-raged an exhibitionist like Tony Stark.

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1.7k

CW: Modern A/U, Shrinkyclinks, PWP, D/S relationship, Daddy kink, Semi-public sex, crying during sex, subspace, Prostate milking/coming untouched, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes

“Shhhhhh. You gotta keep the noise down, baby.” Bucky’s eyes rolled up into his head as Steve crooned in his ear. It wasn’t like he was being noisy on purpose, but it was hard to rein it in when his diminutive dom had two fingers knuckle deep into his ass and stroking his prostate.

Okay, maybe getting it on in the bathroom during the summer office party at Steve’s work wasn’t the best idea, but in Bucky’s defence, watching Steve, who already looked like the hottest thing on the planet in his blue linen suit, talk corporate and command the room had sent his libido sky-rocketing. He’d been so handsy when Steve had stepped down from the podium, already starting to float around the edges of subspace, that Steve had had no option but to hustle him away before he did something that even out-raged an exhibitionist like Tony Stark.

Thank goodness for sachets of lube and private bathrooms. Although being able to see how utterly fucked out he looked in the mirror as he was bent over the sink with his pants around his ankles wasn’t helping him regain his equilibrium.

“You’re not normally so needy, baby. What’s gotten into you?” Steve combined his question with another swipe over his prostate and Bucky bit down heavily on his lip to stop another cry from making its way out of his throat.

“You. Sexy. Oh God! Wanted.” He knew he was rambling, but Steve was shorting all his circuits.

“My sweet boy. So in love with your Daddy, hmm?”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Doesn’t mean you can be a brat though.” Steve’s free hand tugged on Bucky���s ponytail and the fingers in his ass stilled. “Does it?”

The sudden change pulled Bucky back towards the surface and his brain started to register the trouble he was in. He wasn’t a brat - not normally. He much preferred to be Steve’s good boy, being rewarded for his pliant behaviour and submission rather than acting out and being punished until he submitted.

“No. ‘Doesn’t. ‘M sorry, Daddy. Please. I didn’t mean…”

“Shhhhhh.” Steve cooed again, restarting the prostate massage. “I know you didn’t mean it. You’re my good boy, aren’t you? Just forgot you’re supposed to wait, didn’t you.”

“Mmmmm.” Bucky bit down on his lip again and nodded his head. A tear spilled over his lower eyelid and slid down his cheek from how overwhelmed he was feeling. “You looked so good, Daddy. Forgot myself. I can be good. I can wait.”

“Can you?” Steve questioned. “If I stopped now and we went back out there, would you be able to behave? Wait for me to be finished and ready to take you back home?”

“Yes,” Bucky replied with a whimper. It would be difficult - nigh on impossible - but he’d do it if it was what Steve wanted of him. And he knew Steve knew it too. His dom sometimes liked to challenge him, but he never set him up to fail.

“I don’t think I will, though. I’m quite enjoying this. Having you desperate. And needy.”

As Steve mused upon what he should do, Bucky couldn’t help but float away again, Steve’s low voice and sinful fingers breaking each tether he had with the responsibilities of reality. There was just each moment on its own. Each electric touch that led onto another, then another and Bucky felt he’d turned into a giant ball of sensation. It was always like this Steve. Ever since the moment they’d first met, Bucky had been under his spell, and the fact that Steve had admitted the same about Bucky made it all the sweeter. They complimented each other so perfectly, each finding in the other that which they’d been searching for.

“Do you wanna come, baby?”

Steve’s question, combined with fingers tripping up his spine under his dress shirt, pulled him back up once again. The question was almost entirely rhetorical, but Bucky had to answer just the same.

“Please, Daddy. Wanna. So bad.”

“Then you can.” Bucky let out a sigh of relief, but Steve wasn’t finished with his instructions. “However, you can’t touch yourself. If you want to come then you’ll do it just like this. On Daddy’s fingers.” For emphasis Steve wiggled his digits and Bucky choked back an inelegant squawk. “You wanted my touch so badly, then that’s what you get. But you can be a good boy now for me, can’t you?”

Bucky couldn’t think, couldn’t answer. He wanted to touch his cock - or have Steve touch it - so badly. But he wanted - needed - to be a good boy for his Daddy.

“I don’t wanna rush you, sweetheart, but folk will start to wonder where we are if we don’t get back out there soon. So I’m gonna count down from thirty. When I get to one, I’m stopping and you’ll just have to wait until we get home. You understand, baby?”

Bucky could only whine as he nodded his head, more tears starting to trail down his cheeks.

“Thirty… Twenty-nine… Twenty-eight…”

He tried to tune out the countdown, and just focus on what he was feeling. Steve’s free hand remained on his back, drawing patterns on his skin in time to the movements of the fingers still buried deep within him. They’d done a lot of things together, but coming untouched within a time limit? This was going to be something new, but Bucky never backed down from a challenge.

“Twenty-one… Twenty… Nineteen…”

Steve’s thumb brushed over his balls and Bucky sucked in a stuttered breath. He knew his cock was leaking, and it would only take the smallest touch to send him over the edge, but he wouldn’t. Instead he concentrated on the feeling building inside him. It was growing like a ball of warmth and pressure somewhere in his pelvis.

“Twelve… Eleven… Ten…”

He tried to remember what it felt like on the other occasions where they’d tried this - minus the time pressure - he recalled seeing stars and feeling as though he’d been turned inside out as he’d exploded like a volcano. It was an experience he was more than ready to have again. And the fact that all of Steve’s friends and co-workers were on the other side of the door, oblivious to what was going on…. all he needed to do was concentrate, because if Steve stopped now…

“Five… Four… Three…”

Steve twisted his wrist and Bucky knew two things in that instant - his Dom didn’t want him to fail and that this was nothing like last time. His whole body felt like a live-wire as his orgasm ripped through him. He bit down on the meat of his thumb to stifle the grunts and whines that bubbled up his throat as supernovas were born and died behind his eyelids. His head spun and he didn’t know if it was from too much oxygen or not enough, but it was stupendous and wonderful and paralysing all at once. However, after an eternity, the universe started to right itself and become level before his eyes and he sucked in a deep breath, followed by another.

“There he is…” Steve rubbed up and down his back with the heel of his hand that had been tormenting pleasuring him, which was when Bucky realised the other one was cupped around the head of his cock. His confusion only lasted a moment before it was replaced with a feeling of gratefulness so strong he couldn’t vocalise it. Steve had saved him from making a mess of his suit by catching his cum. 

Bucky’s head shot up to meet Steve’s devilish smirk in the reflection of the mirror and he felt dizzy all over again as Steve raised his hand up and licked away at the mess on his palm. “Sit down, baby, and I’ll get us cleaned up, yeah?” Steve inclined his head towards the closed toilet lid and Bucky staggered the couple of steps over to it, feeling as elegant as a baby giraffe. He watched through hooded eyes as Steve washed his hands and the mirror of his Dom caught his eye and smiled. Bucky couldn’t help but giggle back.

Having dried his hands, Steve readjusted his straining pants and turned toward Bucky.

“How’re you doing there?” he teased with a smile.

“Just peachy, Daddy,” Bucky replied with his own, dopey one.

“Do you need to go for a nap in my office, or will you be alright to come and do the last few rounds of schmoozing with me?” Steve crouched down and started to tuck Bucky back into his briefs and inch his pants back up his legs. Bucky managed to raise his butt to assist, although he had to grip the toilet lid so he didn’t fall sideways.

“Don’t wanna be without you. I’ll be okay if I can hold your hand. But what about you?” Bucky stared unabashedly at the bulge in Steve’s pants. 

“It’ll be fine. Unlike some, I can be patient and wait until I have a soft comfortable bed at my disposal.”

Bucky blushed at the teasing tone, but Steve clicked his tongue and tipped Bucky’s chin up with a finger underneath. “For me, the wait is worth the reward, but never apologise for wanting me. I love how much you need me.” He bent down and kissed Bucky softly and sweetly, then stepped back and offered his hand to help Bucky up. Steve then smoothed out Bucky’s shirt and suit jacket and re-straightened his tie. “There. You don’t look completely fucked out, but I have no doubt that I’ll be getting shit from Tony for weeks. Totally worth it though.” Steve shot Bucky a jokey wink, easing any rising anxiety about getting his boyfriend in trouble. “And,” Steve added, “it’s not as though Tony hasn’t done similar enough things in his time. Now, that’s you as put to rights as possible. Let’s get out there, do the rounds and then head home, where I have plans for the mouth of yours. I need to practise various ways of keeping you quiet.”

Part 2

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mmm, maybe you can write a story were the reader gets ate cus they aren't sleeping?

Warming Scales

Sorry it took a while to write. I'm not sure what happend, I lost the will to write and I tried things to get it back, and then after a while I just started writing again. I hope I can get more storys out as well. And thanks so much for the ask, sorry if it's not the best.

(Safe, Soft, vore, protective, unwilling, fearplay)

Wordcount: 3'957

You type away on your keyboard, each awnser being remembered and forgotten in the same second. A sigh drowns out as you can barely keep yourself from crying due to the repetitive and probably useless work. A particularly loud clack of the enter button has your boyfriend shifting in bed. You look at the work you have left to do, and then down to the time. You had been sitting at this desk working on the same folder of problems for the past 7 hours. It was 3AM and you were a little over half way done.

Charress woke up to a strange sound. He looked over to the clock as it read 3:19. He struggled to look over to the source of light that made him need to squint, seeing the chair siluet in front of the monitor, he realized it was the sound of sobbing he heard. He mostly got off the bed, most of his tail still spun into a nest. The soft sound of scales moving across the ground echoed off the walls. He turned the chair around, with your arms beginning to fallow. Your head fell from your hands, quickly being caught by his hand. His cool scales felt nice on your burning face. You gripped onto his hand and forearm as he took your legs with your other arm.

"Shhhhhh... come on. Let's go to bed."

Charress began to lay back down on his tail, using a coil to support your back as he steadied himself with his hand. He pushed your legs under the covers and pulled you a bit closer. You pushed back, pulling up his shirt and quickly snuggling into his chest. The cool scale like skin slightly cooling down wherever you touched. Charress slightly laughed to himself for a moment as you pushed yourself into him.

"Heh. Even threw closed eyes you can find your way back to your favorite spot on the bed."

As he pulled his shirt back over you, he could feel you slightly chuckle before going back to quiet sobbing. He started rubbing your shoulders, helping you sink into him and helping get the tears out.

"Yn, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't stay up this late anymore."

"N-no, you suggeste-ed it and i-I ignored it." You could feel your tears flowing onto his chest, you thought it was a wonder that he didn't hate you. "I-I need to finish t-this last assign-nment."

......

....

"Do you like watching me be hurt?"

"W-what?!" You couldn't believe it. What kind a question was that. Of course you didn't. You moved your head to the collar of his shirt getting ready to say something else.

He stopped rubbing your shoulders, moving a hand down to hold yours and another to hold your face, wiping a tear away from your eye. "Waching you kill yourself over every single course every night, it... it hurts to watch you ignore every bit of help you need. So I'm done asking. I need you to stay in this bed for the rest of the night, and no more thinking about college."

You could see the look on his face, it was one of the few times you've seen him this serious. You moved your hand up to his, pressing it a bit firmer into your cheek. You did your best to stop any sounds of crying and looked back into his pinkish eyes. "I know your just looking out for me and I can't stop loving you for it, but I have to finish this. I'll be done soon." As you finished, you pulled his hand away from your cheek and crawled out of his shirt. As you started stepping over a coil, you looked back, seeing sadness in his serious eyes, but needing to ignore it. You step over another coil, but feel a slight tug on your arm. You look back and see your hands still connected. You try to pull away, but he won't let go of you, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

"Charress, you can't force me to stay in bed with you. I still have work I need to do." You began tugging on his arm more harshly, trying to get his fingers to lose their grip.

"No, I dont want to force you to stay in bed YN, I'd rather that be your decision."

"OK! I made up my mind, now let go!" You had grabbed your arm with the other, pulling with everything you had to make him let go of you.

"(Inhale)(Exhale) No." He pulled you closer, a coil tripped you as you fell on top of him. He put an arm around your back to hold you close to him, letting go of your hand and hugging you into him. A coil fell on top of your thrashing legs as you tried everything to despretly get away without screaming in the clostrophobic fear you felt. He had never done anything like this before, and you started to fear what he'd do next.

"You can't keep me here! This isn't right! Let me go! I'll struggle out eventually!"

"Your probably right." You slowed your thrashing when you heard this. Your breathing was alread heavy and you could feel his was too. "I probably won't be able to keep you close to me, so I just need to keep you in me." Your eyes went wide as you heard that.

"Yo,-you can't mean that... right? Charres?" You could start to feel your heart beat out of your body as adrenaline started flowing. You could feel the end of his tail begin to coil around your ankles. "NO! Charress, please, I'm sorry, ok! I promise I'll stay in bed!" You had heard rumors that nagas were controlling, demanding, but extremely loyal and protective.

"Last time you promised that, you got up an hour after I went to sleep and started working again." You had also heard rumors that nagas in inter species relationships would sometimes eat their partner.

You could feel his coils wraping you two together. His stomach to yours, your chest to his. "Ok, I'm sorry, I promise I'll stay here just stop. Please! Charress!" You could still feel his hands massaging into your back like he was trying to calm you down after threatening to eat you. Maybe that's just it, he threatened to eat you because he cares about you, he loves you to much to eat you.

"I believe you," your eyes lit up as he said that, your head fell to his neck as you started crying again, and a tear fell down his shoulder. "But I love you to much to take the chance of you killing yourself anymore... So I promise you'll be safe. I'll let you out after you get some rest."

Dread. As you started to look up, you saw his mouth coming right at you. With a sickening squelch and pop your face entered his. You could barely focus on the thin tounge licking your face up and down. His throat looked bottomless right in front of you. The noises sounded, strangely comforting to some back part of your mind. The continues licking and stickiness of saliva fill you with fear, but also started to make you tired. You could barely focus on anything, let alone him licking your tears away. His fangs were stuck into the top of his mouth like they're ready to stab you at any moment. You mind started racing and just as soon, you heard a sound of death.

You heard a gulp as your face was pulled into his throat. The paralyzing fear flooded out of you as you started thrashing and moving as much as you could, harder than you ever had to before. You bent yourself in weird ways just to stop this. You knew the dangers and still went on that date, is this the price you get for wanting to feel love? You could feel another gulp, as you were pulled down further into the warm throat. You could feel tears and saliva mixing on your skin as you were dragged and pushed further into them. "O-Ok! OK! I'm s-Sorry! P-pl-pl-PLEASE! I'll Do what you want! I-I'll quit college if you want me to, J-Just LET ME OUT! P-please... I can't take anymore of this!"

....

Everything had stopped. You could start to feel his teeth dig into your skin threw his lips. You could feel a small bead of water drip onto your back. You thought that was it, he'd let you go now.... doom sounded again.

You tried to make a sound, but only a squeak came out as you were pulled further into his throat. The gulps came harder and faster, your head being forced into his chest and the once comforting heartbeat now sounding your end. You couldn't make a sound, your chest pressed into his ribs, barely allowing you to breath. Another and another gulp boomed around you as his throat quickly pushed into every part of you. You could feel your head touching something hard, like a ring stopping you from going any further. He swallowed again, forcing your neck to crunch into itself. It finally gave way and your head slid into his stomach. You could feel each muscle squish into you, examining you, tasting you. You could finally take a deep breath of the wet air, barely feeling your chest move his body. Your hands finally entered the mouth and you started to feel around. His gums, the hard teeth, his toung cutely wrapping around your fingers... No, it wasn't cute anymore. Then on the roof of his mouth you could feel his fangs. You tried to pry one out, but as he swallowed again, you could feel your finger get pricked just before your hand followed you down. You started to give up, you were basically in his stomach, you had no more energy and you now had venom in your system. He kept swallowing, forcing more of you into him.

You could feel him start to move. A spark of hope appeared, before getting crushed yet again. You were moved down as he began moving you around. Your feet hit the bed and he moved down, getting your lower half in one gulp. You tired to keep your legs straight, but the sudden motion kept them moving and your struggling body to curl up even more. Your feet plopped in uncerimonusly, adding to the scrunched up pile. Tears continued to run down your face and your mouth was wide open, taking in as much oxygen as you could.... All you could think, was that this is how I died.

.....

A cold wind hit the back of your neck as the stomach you were in started to expand. You heard more gulping. "Fresh" air finally entered your lungs. He was keeping you alive, or, just prolonging your punishment for disobeying him. Tears would have come harder if you had any left to shed.

You shook as he started talking, you could feel his lungs close to you pushing and contracting threw the slimy wall. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but its easier to explain-" you didn't let him finish, violently pushing out in every direction and punching where you could feel his lungs.

"No shit you scared me! LET ME OUT! I can't- I" you started gasping for air, your legs and arms almost immediately giving out after just a few seconds. You leaned back, trying your best to steady yourself as his arms and hands pushed into you. You slipped slightly and the side of your face collided with the back of his stomach, his breath was strained slightly and you could hear his heartbeat faster than usual. You gave a slight push outwards with your foot, you could tell you weren't getting out of here. Might as well make the best out of this situation. You started settling your breathing and listened to his body like you did most nights, just... louder. "You said you hated seeing me kill myself, did you just want to take the glory instead?

"What, of course not." His voice came in an echoey feeling. It was hard to pinpoint but just louder than the bubbly noises and pops of his stomach. "I just want you to sleep and feel better. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"Well the sting of betrayal hurts a lot more than working."

"...oh, I should have figured. I just thought it would be easier to explain if you were already inside."

"Oh, explain that I'm safe. I know that's exactly what monsters do to convince people their ok and to not fight back. I've watched the news I know how it works." Your breathing were both going back to normal.

......."I'm sorry. It was rash, but it was hard to think of anything else. But I would never 'eat' eat you. I'll let you out after you've had enough sleep."

..."I still don't really believe you, but you might as well digest me. I have your venom running threw my systems" you pushed your leg back out where you felt his hand. Bringing it back after the strain of a few seconds.

"What? You already know what it does, I would have pulled you out the second I thought that too much had entered your system."

"What?" You stifled a yawn as you could feel his venom running up the veins in your arm. "No... no it...?"

"...It makes you-"

"Tired." As you cut him off, you started to remember the two pronged scar on your neck.

"You wanted me to use it on you once. You had human insomnia, and asked for anything to help you sleep. You'll be fine, when you wake up you'll just be a bit bleary and out of it."

You could feel the odd toxin in your neck, directly entering your bone. "Charress!" Your eyes drifted closed without the energy to keep them open, and you could feel his hand matching yours from the outside. You could feel the venom enter the back of your neck, crawling its way into the back of your skull. With the last pang of fear your body could force out. "I... I don't want to die."

His other hand layed across the back of your head. "You're safer than you ever have been."

You felt like you had shattered. You couldn't tell if you were cold or warm, looking at yourself threw someones eyes or looking threw your own. You couldn't describe anything, even where you were, it was.... it wasn't even nothing. It was the lack of anything. Not black not white, just nothing. You turned, looking around you could still somehow recognize you were in a room, but nothing was there that could indicate that. You could tell your body was still there. You had no indication or anything to go off of, but you could still feel... something. You moved your eyes slightly to read something. You were reading, and you felt, more real somehow. You were dragged out of whatever trance it was as you felt something slightly cool hit the top of your head as the nothingness began to grow black.

You could feel something very cold touching your arm. Without thinking you grabbed it, feeling the plastic crunch of a water bottle. You quickly opened it and began downing it as fast as you could. The coolness spreading threwout your body made you realize just how warm you were. You didn't realize the ringing until you started to hear the faint gulps above you and pops and gurgles around you. Another small object hit the top of your head, followed by another, softer one. A voice buzzed above you, just above the ringing in your ears.

"Well weren't you thirsty... have a good rest?"

You still couldn't get a train of thought going properly, reaching around to find the small object. Something clicked under you and your eyelids burned keeping out a majority of the light. You did your best to crack your eyes open, seeing the red pulsing walls all around you. There was maybe an inch and a half of space between you and the wall. You looked down, seeing your knees slightly bent as a you could see the slithering muscles bulge right under your knees for a few seconds. You let your head fall as your breathing started to come in painfully. You reached out, pushing a hand into the red surface and watching it stretch as far as you could push it. You did your best to sit up, giving you a bit more room to move. The light began to gleam in weird ways as two objects were caught behind your back. You reached out, grabbing both with either hand. There was a flashlight and a plastic bag filled with a few sandwiches and paper towels. "YN... are you ok?" You did your best to look up to the echoing voice, unsure how to respond. You looked down at yourself, feeling fine. You slightly pulled up your shirt, seeing no bruises, burns, or blood of any kind.

"Uhmm... ya. I'm all right. Could-... could I get some more water?"

He did his best to chuckle at the request. "Of course. Anything."

You tried to smile back, unsure of how to feel at your current predicament. You slightly scrunched your knees to your chest, giving you a bit more room to move around. You opend the plastic bag, grabbing the paper towels and wiping your hands and your face off. Your eyes were starting to get used to the light as you grabbed the sandwich, taking a bite and tasting peanut butter and jelly. It was weird, knowing you were eating something while being in a stomach. You heard more gulps as another water bottle gently fell onto your shoulder, quickly falling down to your side. You finished off the rest of the sandwich as you put the trash back into the bag, still unsure of how to feel about this.

"Did you sleep well?" You could feel Charress pressing into the sides of your shoulders.

You cracked open the water bottle and took a sip. "Umm, I think. I had the weirdest dream though."

"Well, I hope it wasn't too unpleasant in there, cause you slept for 14 hours."

You slightly choked on your water as you heard him say that. "What? What time is it."

"Basically 6pm. I checked, and you didn't have anywhere to be today, so I let you sleep for a while. But... do you want to come out?"

You pressed your palm into the soft wall. It felt really nice, and hearing the little hums of pleasure he made around you felt good too, but the small pit in your stomach was turning uncomfortably and you felt you needed to leave. "Umm, could you start a bath for both of us?"

"Mmmm, oh, uh, ya. We probably shouldn't leave that gunk on you for too long."

You started to feel movement around you. Looking forward, you could see the dark void in front of you turning and bending as the soft sound of scales on hardwood vibrated beneath you. Laying back out, you felt the turns moving your body in tandem. You'd laid down on his scales as he moved before, but being inside was a much... weirder experience to be sure. Some part of you rather liked it, feeling each muscle feeling at you, massaging you, knowing it's you. But you opend your eyes, seeing the the red pulsing stomach around you, lines you couldn't identify, and weard dents that formed and smoothed out rithmicly. It my your own stomach tossed looking at it, quickly moving to turn off the light. But a part of you looked into the void in front of you and wanted to fill it. You turned off the light and placed a hand on the wall, feeling him humm above you as you started rubbing the muscles surrounding you.

With every sound slightly echoing around you, you could hear the slight difference as he entered another room. The movement came to a stop as the small ammount of liquid moved you forward slightly. You could hear Charress fumbling with something outside, then hearing the wood rolling draw of a drawer. You could almost imagine him taking you around the house on his scales, like this was normal. You drew your hands back resting them on your chest, the slight disappointed whine you heard almost every night slightly shook above you. It didn't take him long before you heard the creak of the bathroom door, and his scales sliding smoothly over the tile floor. You could hear the rushing water start behind you for a while and his tail splash in. You started feeling warmer for a bit before you were pulled upwards, feeling his stomach cradling you like a hammock as you reached out on either side grabbing a handful of muscle, and you could feel him murr above you.

You made yourself let go, pulling you hands up to your face as your breathing came in harder and faster. The tight muscles squeezed you upwards as a pop sounded around your ears. Two hands caught your back as you were slowly allowed to move downwards by them. You moved your hands away seeing Charress helping the rest of your knees and legs out of his mouth as he set you down into the warm water. You could only think about how demeaning it felt to be vomit as your back and head were lowered down. Finally your feet splashed into the water, and with all of you out, you felt so... exposed. The air was cold, everything was too bright, and the water didn't feel smooth enough. You were glad to be out, but something made you feel unsafe. "Y/N, are you ok?"

You propped yourself up, feeling the pattern indentation of his scales under your hand, your eyes drifting down. You were in there. Your mind was spinning, feeling.... diffrent, every second. "Ya. I'm- I think I'm ok. Thanks." You turned around in the water, leaning back into him as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. His hands went up your back and started pushing on your shoulders, massaging out all the knots from your sleep. His tail moved slowly under the water, creating a small nest around you as you sat..... "So... what did it feel like for you? Was- did it feel... good?" You cringed at your own words. You knew the type of awnser you wanted to hear, and you couldn't understand why you wanted to hear it.

"I felt protective, but it only felt good after you woke up and realized you were ok. I'm- I am sorry again... for scaring you."

"It's ok, but make sure you ask if you're going to do something like that again." Your own thoughts burned your head. You couldn't believe what you were thinking. "If...... if it made you feel good-" this was insane. You shouldn't be asking this type of question at all. "Would you maybe want to try it again?"

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a little late for halloween but shhhhhh

In-depth notes and headcanons below cut

These were really fun to come up with. Also, let’s say that for this AU, Hogwarts is located in Japan and there are inter-house quidditch teams. I imagine the GoM were all on the same quidditch teams years 1-4 (team Teiko; they were so gifted, they were allowed to play in their first years), but then in their 5th years, split up to join their own teams because they got bored of always dominating

I based their best subjects/magical skills off of their canon best school subjects (and what we know about their skills and characteristics from the series itself).

Normally in quidditch in the series, I think a character picks a position and sticks with it, but it made more sense to me that players should be able to be swapped around. They only play one position at a time, but have the choice to try out any position they’re qualified for, even allowed to swap positions during a single match.

Kuroko

House: Hufflepuff

Best Subject(s): Ancient Runes, Divination

Quidditch Position: Chaser, Beater, Seeker (can play multiple)

Bloodline: half-blood (from a long line of pure-blood wizards on mother’s side)

Patronus: stoat/pole-cat

Other: has a natural knack for vanishing spells and invisibility charms (so much so that he himself is hard to notice), struggles with more advanced types of magic but can Apparate; when his mother left her pure-blood family to be with a muggle, she was disowned and a cursed was placed upon any of her future children, for them to never be recognized by the great wizarding families, luckily this just manifested as Kuroko’s misdirection; also a natural Occulmens due to the curse (his mind can’t be read)

Kagami

House: Hufflepuff

Best Subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Quidditch Position: Chaser, Beater

Bloodline: half-blood (muggle father, witch mother[deceased])

Patronus: tiger

Other: went to an American wizarding school before transferring in his 5th year; met Aomine before being sorted, hated him, and wished really really hard not to be placed in the same house as him (which is why the hat ultimately placed him in Hufflepuff and not Gryffindor); natural knack for fire-based magic and flying + flying spells; his mother died when he was a baby, and his father raised him as a muggle so everything was new to him as his powers manifested, Himuro, from a wizarding family and magic himself, was a big help to him at this time; Alex, ex-professional Quidditch player and Flying Instructor at their American wizarding school was another big help

Kise

House: Gryffindor

Best Subject: Transfiguration, Charms

Quidditch Position: Chaser (all positions when he unlocks Perfect Copy)

Bloodline: half-blood (not pure-blood, but family has been magic users for many generations)

Patronus: fox

Other: still a model, often featured in Witch Weekly; always forcing Aomine to duel and always losing; knack for transfiguration; one of his sisters and his father works for the Ministry, his other sister is on a professional quidditch team

Midorima

House: Ravenclaw

Best Subject(s): Potions, Herbology

Quidditch Position: Chaser

Bloodline: Muggle-born (his parents are muggle doctors)

Patronus: stag

Other: made Prefect in his 5th year; while not his best subjects, he is very interested in Divination and Numerology; made Head Boy in his 7th year, finally beating out Akashi at something

Aomine

House: Gryffindor

Best Subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Quidditch Position: Beater, Chaser (can do both)

Bloodline: half-blood (both parents are magic, but not from pure-blood line)

Patronus: panther

Other: also pretty good at Muggle Studies; his dad and Momoi’s are school friends; naturally gifted at flying, quidditch, and offensive/defensive spells; grew up in the muggle world, so very familiar with most things muggle, loves basketball still but equally as obsessed with Quidditch

Momoi

House: Slytherin

Best Subject: History of Magic, Numerology

Bloodline: pure-blood (but her family isn’t stuffy about it and are therefore looked down on by other pure-blood families)

Patronus: non-corporeal

Other: made prefect in her 5th year; while not a player herself, she is very obsessed with Quidditch; childhood friends with Aomine because their dads were friends at school; natural knack for Numerology; her worst subject is Potions

Murasakibara

House: Ravenclaw

Best Subject: Charms

Quidditch Position: Keeper, Beater

Bloodline: pure-blood

Patronus: polar bear

Other: frequent shopper at Honeydukes and menace to the kitchen staff, often the last to leave the Great Hall at meal times because he eats so much; family is one of the longest lines of pure-blood wizards, so grew up knowing Akashi before school by family association

Akashi

House: Slytherin

Best Subject(s): all of them

Quidditch Position: Seeker, Chaser (also the Captain)

Bloodline: pure-blood (from one of the oldest/most respected families)

Patronus: lion

Other: made prefect in his 5th year; parsel-tongue (can speak to snakes); seer (sees the future); Legilimens (can read minds); equally gifted at light and dark magic

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You had been sitting at your computer trying to find a good horror game to play during your next stream. You had completely zoned out until your phone went off from a discord notification, looking to see who it was, the name of your blue haired boyfriend popped up, you smiled seeing his name and you opened the messages to see what he was saying:

Printerboy: Hey are you free to call? I wanna talk to you about something before you see or hear it anywhere else.

Y/VTname: Yeah I'm free, just looking for horror games, what's goin on?

You stared at your phone before it started ringing, Kyo had called you and you promptly picked up, put it on speaker and set it down while continuing to look through horror games,

" Hey! What's up? You never text me before you call is everything alright? " you ask before out of the corner of your eye, you see Kyo switch over to a video call, turning his camera, you saw the face you had grown to love so dearly wearing a somber expression that made you stop what you were doing and look over in concern,

" Listen Y/N, I want you to know first and foremost, I do love you and this has nothing to do with you okay? " he said before you could even speak to which you nodded raising an eyebrow

He seemed to take a breath, you had never seen him this serious when talking to you before so you gave him your undivided attention, " I've decided to graduate from Nijisanji EN. I am not leaving you but I am leaving the company. I wanted to be the one to tell you before someone else told you or you saw it on twitter. " Kyo spoke slowly while staring intently at you to see your reaction

You had been suspicious and had kinda thought he was planning to leave soon. So it didn't catch you as off guard as you thought it would and you could see he was really uneasy keeping the conversation so serious. With how long you knew him, he wasn't one to make things serious, so you decided to lighten the mood,

" And you think I'd be torn apart about it? I had a feeling you were getting ready to graduate dumbass. " You said with a smile

Kyo seemed caught off guard before signature smile graced his features, a breath he didn't realize he was holding was released and you could tell he was relieved he didn't have to keep it serious, " I didn't think you'd be bent outta shape but I wanted to be the one to tell you stupid. " He retorted

You laughed and moved your phone in front of you and gave him a smile, " I'm sad your leaving dumbass but I also respect your choice. I can't force you to stay here ya know. As much as I'd love if you stayed, it is your decision. " You said, " I'm not your parent stupid. " You said with a laugh

He nodded and rolled his eyes before looking back at his phone,

" I dunno how I put up with you. " he teased

" I could say the same printer boy. " you teased back. ~ Come his graduation stream ~ After going through as many people as he could, he called you. Your little fugi appeared on his screen,

" Hello...? " You spoke, your voice low and scratchy after having been asleep " Did I wake you up? " Kyo asked feeling slightly bad for calling you knowing it was fairly early for you

" Mmm.. No, I've been awake for a while " You said even though it was obvious you had just woken up to answer the phone

" No you have not dumbass! " he said with a scoff

You answered with a 'shut your printer ass up' and a laugh. Resulting in Kyo going off on a tangent. You spent over another hour with him on stream talking about his future plans, what this meant for *insert your ship name here* and if your relationship was going to continue after he left NijiEN. He reassured you and chat that despite him leaving the company, he was not going to leave you.

You had a bunch of fun talking to him on stream, reading the chat go insane with TSKR when you, Kyo or both of you did something they deemed cute. Nearing the end of stream, Kyo thanked everyone for coming to stream,

" Before I go, I just wanna say, these are my parting words since not gonna lie, I would stay longer but deadass got a flight to catch in the morning and I woulda started the stream earlier if I knew this was gonna be a conflicting thing.. " he spoke with a slight laugh before continuing

" Um, yeah thank you guys for everything. Um I've made life long friends and memories and I'll never forget those. Keep laughing, keep smiling and above all else, like I always say... Have yourself a damn good one. " Kyo ended it off before his ending screen played.

He ended stream but he didn't end the call with you. He had switched over to video call and he saw your sleepy face,

" Sorry about waking you up Y/N " he said with a slight laugh

" It's alright love. " You said quietly before yawning

He chuckled and offered to stay in call while you fell back to sleep, which you happily agreed to. Getting settled in you curled back into bed and set your phone up. You ended up falling asleep.

Kyo stayed in call until his phone died and he left you a good morning message. He was ready to start his new creative endeavors with you still by his side.

(IT'S SHORT I KNOW, I'LL MAKE UP FOR IT WITH THE NEXT FIC I WRITE-)

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

HEHEEEE aftermath to the last one :3 same cw still apply but it’s like. the recovery from that

When Gandra woke she had no idea what time it was, other than that it was late. 

There was no natural light that filtered down into the basement of the kind citizens who had let them hide in their house- which helped with the hiding, but not so well with the judgement of time. 

The room was still softly lit, however. Gandra blinked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out why. 

Bed creaking, she sat up. On the other side of the small room, a familiar figure sat on top of the nest of blankets arranged in front of the fireplace, where a small fire was built. Just enough light to illuminate the room, but not enough to wake anyone. 

She slipped out of bed, careful not to step on the sleeping forms on the floor. There weren’t enough beds for all of them. In a few steps she’d crossed the room, and she put a hand on the Mad Ducktor’s shoulder as she sat on a soft pillow next to him. “Hey.” 

He glanced up. “Hey.” 

They got settled together, Mads tilting his head to rest on her shoulder. 

“You’re up,” Gandra said softly. He’d barely been able to walk without help the last few days, she was surprised he’d get up and start a fire himself. 

“Mm-hm.” As always, he sounded exhausted. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

“Are you in pain?” 

“Not physically,” he mumbled. For being unable to sleep, he sounded quite like he was dozing. 

“Anything I can do to help?” Gandra found the end of his left arm somewhere in the mess of blankets and held on to it, ignoring the scars she felt. 

“You are helping,” he replied, nuzzling his face further against her shoulder. She smiled faintly. 

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the popping of the fire and the quiet breathing of the others sleeping behind them. It was warm here, and comfortable. Gandra took in a deep breath, and grinned when she felt Mads do the same. 

He was the one to break the silence. “I didn’t get to thank you yet.” 

“For what?” 

“For getting me out of there. For getting us out of there.” He lifted his head so he could look her in the eyes. “You healed all of us, you saved all of our lives, you’re the only reason we have a chance at getting the kingdom back. Thank you.” 

“I got you there in the first place,” Gandra pointed out, not meeting his gaze. “And anyone would’ve done it.” 

“But you were the one brave enough to,” he nudged her with a shoulder. “You spent weeks living right up close to Heron just to get us out. That in itself is quite a feat. Besides-” he let out a breath. “We all sort of knew it was only a matter of time before things got bad. With you here we have a chance.” He grinned at her. 

She gave a half-hearted smile back. “I suppose. I still-” 

“Shhhhhh,” he shushed her dramatically, pressing against her shoulder, his beak practically in her ear. She leaned away, giggling. “I don’t care anymore that you told her about me. I know it’s not something you would’ve ever done now. I forgive you. Let it go.” 

Gandra sighed. “Alright. I’m still sorry.” 

“That’s the last time you get to say that to me about this.” Mads told her. She giggled again. 

“You’re not upset that I ruined your whole life?” 

He rolled his eyes, as if he was tired of explaining it to her. “You’ve now gone on to save my life and the lives of the people closest to me, so would it make you happy if we called it even? Maybe a little more, just so you can feel better about yourself.” 

She laughed and he shushed her, not wanting to wake the others. 

They settled down, and he rested his head on her shoulder again. “What’s keeping you up?” she asked after a moment. 

He didn’t answer for a second. “Everything. I don’t know what we’re going to do, I don’t know how long this safe space will last. We can’t fight back right now, we won’t be able to for a long time, and who knows how much will change until then. I’m worried about Beakley- with me gone, who knows how much she’ll become Heron’s new punching bag. I’m worried about you, that you’re blaming yourself too much and taking on too much. I’m worried about Blue, they’re so quiet and I’ve been too exhausted to check in on them. I’m worried about Fenton, he keeps trying to take care of me when he’s still too early in his recovery and I know as much as he tries to hide it he can barely walk either. I’m worried about Cabrera, Gearloose and Della, they’re so far from home and they’ve got kids to think of.” 

Gandra let go of his arm to rub his back, taking all of that in. What could she possibly say to make him feel better? He was right about everything- his fears were all ones that she shared.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” she said at last. “I’ll be fine. I know that that doesn’t take much off of your plate, but-” 

“No,” he leaned further into her. “I’ve really been worried about you, you’re taking care of three of us who mentally aren’t even here half the time, if not more. That’s a lot. If you’re sure that you can handle it and take care of yourself, then that really makes me feel better.” 

Gandra blinked, unable to stop her smile. He cared about her. He was worried about her. Really, she knew this, but even though these weren’t the greatest of circumstances to get that validation it warmed her much more than the fire ever could. “I promise I’ll be alright. You three aren’t that bad.” 

“Yes, we are.” He rolled his eyes. “Fenton and Blue don’t talk, and when they do Fenton’s defensive and Blue doesn’t even make sense. This is the first time I’ve been properly lucid since you got me out of that cage half a week ago and I keep waking everyone up screaming at night. We’re a lot, and I know we’re all incredibly grateful to you for saving us and keeping us going.” 

“It’s not all just me, I mean, Cabrera, Della, and Gearloose-” 

“Thank you, Gandra.” 

She knew he wasn’t going to give it a rest until she accepted it. “You’re welcome.”

Another stretch of silence, Mads moved closer and she wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face in her shoulder. She always forgot how touchy he was, and how much she appreciated it. How much she missed his casual intimacy. She’d been aching for a moment to really check in on him, and now she got to feel him physically calm down as she held him in her arms.

After a moment he yawned, and she smiled. “Are you falling asleep now?” 

“Maybe just a little,” he murmured, already sounding half asleep. 

“Want me to carry you to bed?” 

“‘N a minute… I want ‘t stay with you.” 

Gandra smiled. “Alright, a minute then.” 

She tightened her arms around him, and gently rocked the two of them side to side as she stared into the fire, feeling his breathing slow against her. Without any new fuel the sticks slowly burned into embers, barely enough to see by. She figured she had better get him to bed before the room was plunged back into darkness. 

Gandra slipped an arm under his legs and stood from the nest in one fluid motion, holding him bridal style. She had no idea whether he was truly asleep or not but he sure looked like it, he let out a sleepy little sigh as she straightened up. 

Behind them there were two beds against either wall with three bedrolls laid out between them, Gandra carried him to the bed on the left. He was still so thin, concerningly light. She gently laid him down, adjusting the blankets on top of him. It could get cold down here. 

As she tucked Mads in, from next to him the former king of Duckburg stirred. “Hm?” 

“He got up and made a fire,” Gandra whispered as Crackshell propped himself up on one elbow, immediately alert as she got Mads settled. “I sat with him for a minute and he fell back asleep.” 

“He got up?” the king squinted. 

“I was surprised too,” Gandra straightened up. “Good night.” 

“G’night,” Crackshell settled back down, wrapping an arm around Mads and tugging him closer. “Thank you.” 

He was asleep before Gandra could let that sink in. 

Carefully stepping across the sleeping Cabrera, Gearloose, and Della, Gandra climbed back into the other bed next to the Blue Phantom, who, as usual, lay facing away from her and as far away from her as they could possibly be. She knew not to take it personally, as introverted as they were, they'd retreated even further into themself since she’d gotten them free. They rarely spoke, mostly sitting in the corner and watching everything with a wide-eyed stare. When they did speak it was usually gibberish as they had another breakdown. With their magic drained these breakdowns no longer came with the threat of a magical storm, but they would hyperventilate enough to nearly pass out every time. Gandra had been swept up in taking care of the other two, so Cabrera had been keeping a close eye on them the last few days. 

She watched them for a moment, listening to their breathing. They were alright, for now. Everyone here was okay.

That was the first time both she and Mads slept peacefully through the rest of the night. 

[warmblanketwhump]

hiii love your drabbles so much, can you write something where a touch-starved character gets hypothermia and their teammates have to wrap them in a blanket burrito and cuddle them to warm them up? maybe they could take a cozy group nap together too '

thank you! here ya go!! ❄️

“Shhhhhh, bring them in here.”

“They’re blue.”

“I need warm blankets in here as fast as possible.”

“How did they last that long out there?”

“Because they’re a fighter, that’s why.”

B’s far too out of it to know who said what. The only present thought in their mind is cold.

Deep, bone-aching cold.

The fire within them died ages ago as they struggled to stay afloat in the icy water, trying not to sob as they screamed for help. Their limbs had lost all feeling, and their pleas had fallen to soft whimpers as they’d surrendered to their fate.

A fate they’d face alone, like they’d faced most things in their short life.

It was harder to face the end now, because for a brief moment, they’d had a glimmer of what belonging felt like. They were new to the team, lingering on the edges, trying to work up the courage to let themselves get closer and be a part of this complicated tangle of people, so different and yet so accepting, so welcoming, so close. People constantly leaning on one another, scooping each other up and carrying them around, curled up together on a couch watching something together, affectionate shoves and ruffles of hair.

At first, it had all just been too much for them. They’d flinched hard the first time A had reached for a hug, and A had snapped their hand back, face blushing and apologetic. From then on, the team was welcoming, full of kind words, but the offers of physical touch faded as B made their discomfort with it clear.

But lately, something strange had been transpiring in their body. A restlessness in their limbs, a buzzing feeling in their nerve endings, a pressing ache in their chest that felt a little like they were dying inside.

After several weeks, A realized that what they felt in their chest wasn’t fear—it was longing. They were desperate to be a part of the thing they’d cut themselves off from, but they didn’t know how to ask—so they resigned themselves to hugging their knees to their chest, inches apart from everyone else piled together on the couch, wondering if anyone would mind if they leaned their head on their shoulder.

They’d been working so hard to build up their courage. Just that last night, B had been on the verge of asking for a hug—something to soothe the anxious ball of nerves that had risen in their stomach at the thought of the mission at hand. But the mission alarms had sounded, and they’d missed their last chance. And now, they wouldn’t get another.

What would it have felt like? To be held like that? To hear the soft thud of someone’s heartbeat against your ear, the circle of someone’s arms clutching you close to their warmth as they cradled your head and buried their face in your hair?

It was something B would never know, but the thought was nice to dwell on in these last few moments. A hug. A warm, soft, hug, instead of these glass knives stabbing their every limb.

As they felt themselves fading away, they wondered if they were dreaming the shouts they heard.

———————————————

The next moments passed by in snapshots. A flash, then strong arms gripping them, pulling their soaking frame into the boat. Frantic hands tugging at frozen clothes, complicated by B’s stiff limbs. A rattling noise that they’d realize later was the sound of their own teeth chattering. The sound of the boat hitting land.

A few more flashes - out of the boat, in someone’s warm arms, a dry coat placed over them, being transported, cold, cold, cold….

After a while, the snapshots string together into sequences - being eased onto a soft bed, cold wet skin dried and covered in warm blankets, a warm hand pushing frozen hair off of their forehead, the sound of someone crying softly in the distance. And shivering. So much shivering.

When B finally has the strength to lift their heavy eyelids, their first sight is of the faces, several of them tear stained, all of them watching them intently. They’re wrapped in half a dozen blankets, propped up in a large, unfamiliar bed, while a large fire blazes in the nearby fireplace.

B can’t form words between their shivers and chattering teeth, but they’re awake enough to feel the soft, warm pajamas they’re now dressed in and the thick wool socks over their cold feet. Even so, their body’s internal heat seems to be switched off, pure ice in their veins. Under a pile of warmed blankets, hours after being rescued, they don’t feel warm at all. And there’s a constant shiver in their core that they can’t seem to stop. They’re so tired, and so, so cold.

“You scared us, B.” A’s voice cracks, and the other members of the team nod furiously.

B clutches the blankets closer to their chin, trying to hold the warmth closer to their chilled body, when they see A’s hand, white-knuckled and twisted in the top blanket on their bed, inches from their own.

They’re waiting for an invitation.

Slowly, shakily, B reaches their cold hand from under the blankets to place over A’s. A’s vision snaps up, and B tugs at their hand, more than a little desperate.

“Please. C-closer. M’ so c-cold.”

That’s all it takes for A to gently slide into the space next to them on the bed, slipping under the blankets and curling their body next to B’s, cocooning their trembling body in warm arms. The rest of them follow suit, until they’re wreathed in a tangled mess of warm limbs and sleepy bodies, each jostling for a place closer to them. B’s neurons nearly explode at the touch.

A shifts closer, cupping a hand around B’s head and pulling it closer. “This okay?”

B nods furiously, already feeling a warmth unlike anything they’ve ever felt before blooming in their chest and flooding their limbs. They’re totally surrounded by people they care for more than anything in the world, and it’s better than they could’ve ever imagined.

“We’ll warm you up, B. Don’t you worry,” a sleepy C mumbles from somewhere down in the pile.

Despite C’s promise, B’s bone-cold for two more days - a deep, lingering chill that’s only eased by someone’s warm body pressed against theirs - and they stay bundled up in bed to preserve the meager warmth. The rest of the team gets the bright idea to take shifts with them, but the “shift” idea soon fades because no one wants to leave once their turn is up, and the whole team ends up on the bed by the day’s end. Sometimes they talk, or read a book out loud, but mostly B just craves the warmth being held. After years of loneliness, they can’t get enough.

It shouldn’t make any sense. B’s exhausted and weaker than they’ve ever been in their life, and they’ve never been happier.

It’s late now, the remainder of the fire burned down to coals, and everyone’s brought their own pillows and blankets to spend the night. B’s mostly recovered, by now, but they don’t want to say anything out of fear of losing this thing they found.

“Your hands are finally warm,” A mumbles, wrapping their own hands around B’s. B’s stomach drops. Caught.

“Y-yeah…..I guess so. If that means….you want to go back to your own bed…”

A snorts. “Are you kidding? You’re never getting rid of us now.” They shift slightly, allowing B to ease their head on their chest. “Unless you want us to go—“

“No.” B’s hand fists protectively in A’s shirt. “I mean…I don’t mind. This. All this.”

B could be imagining, but they think they hear relief in A’s next sigh as they raise their hand to B’s head, threading their hand through their hair. “We’re never gonna leave you, B.”

B swallows the lump in their throat as they hug A hard, and B feels A’s arms tighten back.

Warm. Safe. Loved. Was there anything better than this?