#i need him to cradle him in my lap while i pet his beautiful hair

[generalkenobee]

"I can't wait to marry you"

Summary: Ted doesn't know how to ask for what he wants...

Warnings: praise, pet names (beautiful), language, p in v, breast play

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I feel like Ted is so inexperienced that anytime you straddle his lap and start to make out with him he's just so nervous and almost scared. Of course he's a teenage boy who has also never even felt the touch of a woman so of course he wants it, more than anything. He just doesn't have a clue what to do.

you kissed the corners of his mouth while your hands cradled his face, fingers running through his hair. "I love you so much.. you're fucking perfect for me" your boyfriends face began to heat up while he tried to control him self from bucking his hips up into your clothed cunt that was sat right above his throbbing cock.

"please please please" Teds hands grabbed at your waist, not even completely sure of what he wanted or what he was asking for

"what'd you need beautiful?" You asked sympathetically knowing that he couldn't ask for what he needed.

Ted shut his eyes tightly as if he was trying to think, to help speed up his train of thought you rolled your hips down into his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders "I- please make me feel good like how you do when we-" you cut him off

"alright I got it-" he smiled in response, whispering a small 'ok..' under his breath.

You looked back up at him "which one do you want?" This was a strategy you'd thought of so he doesn't have to be as straight forward in asking with full sentences. "Your uhm- y-your-"

You unzipped his pants pulling out his cock giving it a few pumps. "You want my cunt?" You asked pulling your underwear to the side. He nodded vigorously while looking at you with pleading eyes.

Your hand brought him closer, rubbing his head against your pulsing clit, letting out a high squeaky moan you finally slid him into your tight hole.

Ted let his head roll back as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. "So good- your body's amazing.." you said as you began to bounce up and down, moaning every time you hit the base.

While you bounced you noticed your boyfriend's eyes lingering to your chest. "You wanna feel" of course he did, because deep down, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Ted Theodore Logan was a perv. He nodded again while he reached out kneading your left breast in his larger hand while the other was rested on your hip.

Ted looked up at you with a feeling of guilt in his eyes "I- I'm gonna"

"it's ok me too" you said cutting him off. You sped up your pace and the closer Ted got, the more babbling he did.

"oh shit you're fucking perfect babe y-you're amazing and I love you so fucking much I can't fucking wait to marry you one day and- aughh-" This time he cut himself off with his own orgasm and you both finished together.

[anba20fumetsu]

Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Scaramouche, Bottom!Scaramouche, Dildo, Feminisation, Pet Names,  Heavy Praise, Hair Pulling, Tiny Pain Kink, Size Kink, Dacryphilia. (1502 words)

Having a naked Scaramouche on your lap was really surreal. 

Scaramouche was the kind of person avoiding any kind of contact with people, whether it is physical or mental. He was so scared of abandonment that he would rather never get attached than be abandoned. He tried to get everyone away from him, but thankfully you had succeeded in getting close to him. So close to him, in fact that you were now in your bed with him naked. But obviously the fear never left him. He could barely let you leave his side. He was stuck to your side every single second of the day. You had to do everything with him. You enjoyed all this attention as you were as much obsessed with him as he was with you. But of course you were more than ready to prove to him that you would never leave him. 

Scaramouche your baby girl. He was so cute and petite. You simply could never hold yourself back when you truly saw how small he was. Everytime you would bend him over whatever surface was next to you at the time. Fucking him so hard he would end up almost passing out from the pleasure. He truly was so sensitive. But sex would not always be that. Sometimes it is making soft love to him, reassuring him that you would never leave. Or other times you would play with him and his sensitivity, his love for feminisation and always reassuring him. One thing that never changed throughout all of those times was you reassuring him. You wanted to do this as you knew he needed it and loved it.

Today you had decided to do something slightly different. You wanted to make him come as much as you could. So you had undressed Scaramouche and had him straddling your lap facing towards you. 

“You’re so pretty Baby. Fuck, you truly are amazing. Have you seen yourself, have you seen how beautiful you look Princess? ” Hearing all of this only made Scaramouche blush and whining he tried to hide in the juncture of your head and shoulder. But you quickly cradled his head in your hands and forced him to look at you. Not seeing or hearing him say anything you continued. “Don’t hide your pretty self. I wanna see all of you. Say that you're a pretty girl. Say that you know how beautiful you are.” Still holding his head you looked him in the eyes while smiling. To reassure him you started to rub your thumbs on his cheeks and waited for him to say it. You had to be patient with him or he would never do what you asked him. He was like a cat, getting spooked easily. But you knew it and were ready for him all the time. And finally you heard him very quietly say “I’m a pretty girl.” After this you quickly brought him close to you to kiss him. With one of your hands now on his nape and the other on his waist. The kiss was sweet and slow, you took your time showing how you appreciated it.

Separating to place kisses on the rest of his face. And in between the kisses you told him “Yes you are baby. The prettiest girl out here. A real princess. How could I let you go when you’re this beautiful.” You heard him pant and whine at your words. Satisfied you lowered your head to kiss his neck and brought both your hands to his ass, squeezing and kneading it. 

“Fuck, princess.. My hands are so big compared to your ass. You’re so fucking small.” This made him shudder and he moaned out your name. He let his face fall in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, but this time you let him. 

Feeling merciful you continued what you were doing. Pulling one cheek apart from the other, to then let a finger slowly trace his hole but only slightly putting pressure. Letting it trail lower and apply pressure on his rectum to watch him squirm around. Annoyed of the movement you faintly swat at his ass with your other hand, warning him to stop. He instantly jolts and gasps, but then stops moving as much as he could with your finger still applying pressure. With your other hand, you took the relay at playing with his hole. But this time you actually push it in slowly. Sensing the resistance you took it out and reached for the lube to coat your finger and drip a bit on his hole. Scaramouche, impatient, started to whine and plead for you to hurry up. Taking it in stride you started to finger him open. Your other hand approached his neck and took a hold of his throat, putting a bit of strength in it. 

Now up to two fingers you took them out and grabbed the small dido left previously next to you on the bed. Only slightly bigger than two fingers, while not very big it was more than enough for what you had planned for him. You also knew he would like a tiny bit of pain in the beginning. He only liked pain enough to enjoy a bit of strain from the first penetration.

Pouring a bit of lube on it first, then putting it against his hole, but not pushing in just yet. You wanted to tease him a bit. So you circled the area and inserted it a bit and took it out before anything entered him. All this teasing made Scaramouche desperate, he tried pleading with you. “Reader.. Please.. I can’t anymore..” 

With that, you inserted it slowly, listening for anything wrong, but you only heard low moans of pleasure. Satisfied, you started at a very slow pace. Taking it out until only the tip remained and pushing in to press on his prostate and holding it pressed for a few seconds. You repeated this motion for a few minutes until Scaramouche started to move his lower body to make it go faster. But you quickly caught on and pushed everything in suddenly and simultaneously put much more pressure on his throat. Effectively restricting his voice and movements. This made him let out a moan that cut quickly in the middle. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have tried anything but it was too late now. So he tried to speak, to try and apologize, but you didn’t let him any time to. As soon as you pushed it back out a bit, you pushed it back in and nailed his prostate hard. Holding this pace for a minute and then completely stopping. Lightening your hold on his throat for him to take a bigger breath. Just from this short moment he already started to pant and his eyes shone a bit. You place a quick kiss on his cheek and start the brutal pace once again with your hold tightening once again.

This time you made it last a bit longer enough to hear him shriek a bit. After stopping, the hand holding his throat moved to his hair and pulled his head out of your shoulder. You saw him with a few wet traces on his face, and him panting. You loved seeing him like this, he truly looked the prettiest those moments. But you didn’t want him to get much rest so your hand started moving again. You knew he was close and wanted him to come like this so this time you continued until he finished and stopped right after. It only took a few minutes. When he came, he started screaming, his eyes closed tears spilling from them and his thighs tightened around your hips. 

Coming down from his high, his entire body shook and had small spasms. Seeing this, you took out the dildo and let your hand go, pushed his head gently in the side of your neck and started petting his hair. Your unused hand went to his side and rubbed it gently. His hands took a hold of the back of your shirt, his hold very strong, making it impossible for you to move. Not like you wanted to anyway. Staying like this for a few minutes and only stopping when you were sure he would not break down.

“Honey, can you look up please.” Scaramouche, hearing you lifted his head to look at you. You gently wiped his cheeks clean  with your thumbs and kissed him. “Come on, beautiful, I know you don’t want to move, but you have to lay down and I have to clean you up a bit.” You both slowly started to move, he turned and layed down on his back on the bed and you stood up to get a cloth and to change. Rapidly wiping him clean and then laying down with him. You took him in your arms and kissed his head a bit. “I love you, princess” Soon both of you fell asleep.

Thank you for reading! Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it. Also, sorry for this long break.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Cry, Baby

[A/N: I mean… did we really think I could have a month dedicated to kink without Thomas Shelby?]

🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader (spanking, dacryphilia)

“How many times-” Tommy grits out, his hand cracking against your flesh and sending a jolt along the entire length of your spine, “How many fucking times have I told you not to come into my office when the door is closed?”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, choking on your apology when he slaps your ass again before roughly palming one of your cheeks.

“And what was it you needed, hm?”

“Just-ah!- wanted to see you, Tommy, love,” you answer, the blush blooming across your face matching your skin reddened by Tommy’s punishing right hand.

“You’re lying to me,” he responds easily, momentarily pausing on doling out your discipline to tug your panties aside and sink his middle finger knuckle deep into your soaked cunt. “And you know how I feel about that, pet.”

You let out a low moan before coming to your senses and pressing on, “Not a lie! I did want to see you.”

“And?” Tommy goads, curling his finger to massage your walls while you squirm in his lap, uselessly rutting against his muscular thigh.

“And-” You hesitate, your voice growing softer before confessing, “And I wanted you to fuck me.”

He laughs at that, low and deep in his throat, before slapping you again, lower this time so his palm comes into contact with your aching pussy, and simply responds, “I know.” You let out a sharp cry at the sudden sting of pain, and Tommy repeats the action three more times in rapid succession until he can feel your tears darkening his grey slacks and you can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into your stomach where you’re folded over his lap.

“That’s it, pet,” he murmurs with a wicked grin, raking his fingers through your hair and yanking your head back so he can see your ruddy, tear-stained cheeks. “You know I love it when you cry for me.” You take in a shuddering breath that morphs into a hiccuped sob when palm meets flesh again, and Tommy lets out a low groan in response.

You feel debauched, degraded, and utterly fucking beautiful.

Turning your head to look up at your love, his brooding visage blurred through wet eyelashes, you smile at him and murmur, “I love you, Tommy.”

He leans down, his tongue darting out to catch a stray tear rounding the apple of your cheek before slipping past your lips in a heady, all-consuming kiss that leaves you breathless. “And I love you, naughty thing. Now, what are you going to do next time that door is closed, hm?”

With a cheeky grin, you ask innocently, “Come in and beg for attention?”

He lets out a sharp exhale in time with his palm striking your ass again, growling something under his breath vaguely reminiscent of incorrigible brat. Then he lets your dress fall back into place before lifting you into his arms, and you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, happily breathing in his familiar smell.

Tommy can feel your wet lashes brushing against his skin every time you blink, and his cock twitches in his pants at the thought of those teary eyes looking up at him while he fucks your throat raw. He opens the door to his office, reveling in your soft gasp when you hear the muttered voices of the men Tommy was meeting with obediently waiting in the long hall. Clearing his throat as he passes by with you cradled in his arms, he announces with a smirk, “Gentlemen, we’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

[uchihaharlot]

PLEASE I NEED THE EROTIC DANCE BUT WITH ITACHI PLS

Nonny,

I’m so uncoordinated myself lol 😂 are you sure? …ok.

NSFW; ‘erotic dancing’; withholding; pet me with your eyes only; oral/masturbation—for some reason I really like writing blow jobs now?? Also, did not extensively edit. My guilt of not writing for four days got to me lol.

Let’s see, let’s see. Itachi is more of a traditional man, while he likes to spice things up occasionally—he’s not boring, far from it. He enjoys the more simplistic things in life the most. So when his s/o corners him for a dance—again. He’s awfully…bashful. Intrigued, but holy hell this damned girl was making him question his sanity.

They way she yanked him by the lapel of his shirt and dragged him to sit in a fold up chair already had his face warming. Ever so cute is Itachi when he hides his emotions. It made these little salacious moments more precious to her. That a grown man would act as if they hadn’t been fucking for the better part of a year.

Taking the tie from his hair, she put hers up in a bun. Fiesty today, the menu reeked of blood, sex and booze. Well, not really. But her energy was charged, owning him with just a glance. Her house robe slipped to the floor and the outfit she wore underneath was entirely too inappropriate for his liking.

But he did like it. So much he ran his hands over it, slipped two fingers on each side under the garter straps and snapped them. Tested the thin material beneath his fingers before his eyes flickered back up to hers.

‘I like it.’ Itachi grinned and then immediately grew cross when she swatted him away.

‘Good. You can touch me, but with your eyes.’ Yes ma’am, no further direction needed. Black orbs spun into red pearls fueled by desire.

Itachi knew if he really wanted to, he could take this act of hers and commandeer it. Throw it beyond any woman’s wildest dreams. Though he really liked being the audience in these situations and not always the theater master. If she wanted to put on a show, Itachi would behave. For now—or not.

Ass down, face up. She spread her self around for him on the floor first. Sat in his lap and ground herself into his erection.

‘That hard already?’ Well, yea? What did she expect when the dainty piece of lingerie left nothing to the imagination. The garter straps grew taut on her thighs went she bent her ass over in his lip. If he stole a kiss, she didn’t chide him.

‘Let me see..’ A devilish grin spread her lips.

Itachi sat back, unfastened his belt and drew out his cock. Languidly stroked himself a few good times before she sat between his legs and licked up his cock. Sucked the tip between just her lips and then railed it to the back of her throat. His eyes never leaving that perfect mouth.

‘Sit on it.’ He breathed the words out fast.

She shook her head no and gargled him more, Itachi groaned and clutched her hair. Running her tongue over his sensitive tip and dragging it back down the base of his shaft. She worked him with two hands as her mouth cradled his testicles. His head tilted back, mouth open as she sucked them gently and lightly tugged them with her lips. When the pulse in his cock quickened, he was given control again. Along with options.

‘In my mouth or on my face?” Tongue out, the soft coo of her voice only quickened his hand. The sharingan spun wildly under lidded eyes.

‘On your face.’ He let out a soft grunt, pumped his cock fast and then slow again right as he came. His warmth covering her face like a sprinkler.

She was beautiful always, not more divine when like this. Covered in his silky cum. Itachi wipes the small bit form the corner of her eye before leaning down to kiss her.

‘Maybe next time you’ll do this for me?’ The roaring laugh that came out of his mouth made the post nut clarity hit harder than it usually did.

‘Maybe.’

…..???

[blooming-violets]

“You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you can’t name the Mambo #5 women then gtfo.” I knew a guy once who’s life goal was to sleep with every woman who was named in that song. At the time I knew he him he only had a Jessica. I wonder how he’s doing today and if he ever found a Rita who wasn’t 80 years old. 

Suddenly, the thought would attack his mind: like being struck by lightning. He would wonder if she tasted as sweet as she was, while silently observing her with a crooked half-smile on his face, cock half-hard in his pants.

OoOooohh sweet Jesus I’m not going to survive this chapter I already know it. 

Honeysuckle. No wonder birds and bees couldn’t get enough of the stuff. Hummingbird wings beat beneath his chest as his tongue lapped at her petals, devouring the nectar he’d find.

Remember when DJ Khaled said once that he’d never eat out a woman but he expects them to suck his dick?? How could that man miss on this kind of beauty?? This is the kind of shit I expect to find in the wild. I want to pluck a man straight from the outdoors and bring him home and so I can experience this level of worship. This is why literature is has ruined my dating expectations because if I don’t have this level of passion and love then I don’t want it. I consider you a contribution to the reason why I am forever single. It’s all your fault. 

He was addicted to it. Whimpering for it.

STOP. IT. STOP! I CAN’T HANDLE IT IT HURTS TOO GOOD. My legs are spread wide open and ready. Question: Does Peter have a beard or stubble in this fic????? These are important things I must know. Send me a pic of exactly what you imagine his face looking like. What’s his hair cut like? What version of Andrew are we talkin’ here?

The way we are jumping between all his fantasies right now. Holy fucking shit. I have literal bite marks imbedded in my skin from biting down on my finger so hard while I savor each and every word. 

Heaven. He was in Heaven. The sight of her made him want to fall down and worship. Made him want to cry. Bury his head against her belly and sob and scream and have her pet him and run her fingers through his hair and rock him and cradle him and promise that she’d never leave him again.

Honey was beneath him again, in his childhood bedroom. There was blood everywhere in the sheets. Streaming down her face. Coating her breasts. Covering her arms. Covering his hands.

...And that took a turn. Alrighty then. Way to ruin the vibes, Peter. 

But, really, his love and guilt for Gwen is just ugh. So beautifully written. So powerful. I imagine him starting to lust after and fall for another woman (assuming he hasn’t done that since Gwen) is also making him feel guilt. It’s like he’s cheating on her memory. If he truly believed Gwen was once his forever person, how could he ever give that same love to someone else? There’s bound to be guilt and confusion tumbling around inside of him. Opening himself to someone else but knowing exactly what kind of outcome that could bring can’t be easy either. He can’t give Honey everything he wishes he could because that would leave him too vulnerable to the pain. Lust after her but keep her at an arms length. Want her but not allow her make a home inside his heart. Not able to let her go but not able to fully keep her either. And that is what those few fleeting sex fantasies have lead me to rabbit hole down. Fucking hell. Why can’t I just appreciate the smut for the smut? Why must I look deeper to find the pain? I crave the angst. I need it injected into my blood stream. 

Also, this was not the person he expected to see after... whatever that was.

I request Eddie be added into whatever weird drug fueled sex dreams Peter has next, please and thank you. Just to really confuse him some more. 

AND I FORGOT to say in the last chapter about Deadpool. I added in the screen shot but forgot to actually write about it because I was too excited about the deeper shit so I’m adding it in here. DEADPOOL DROPPING THE Y/N OMFG. You are a literal genius. I gasped and then made a loud squealing noise when I read that. Breaking the fourth wall in a fic is something I’ve never seen so beautiful executed before omg it was wonder and I loved it. Pure genius. Okay back to this chapter. 

“That was almost 3 days ago, man,” Eddie chimed in. Peter stared up at him, gobsmacked. Stunned. Confused. Worry set in Eddie’s eyes, the corners of his mouth downturned. “You’re in Vegas.”

Oooh boy it’s intense out here! 

The silver woman’s body was torn apart. Ripped open. Separated. Two halves.

It’s midnight here so I can’t be screaming but, if I could, pleases know that an audible scream would be coming out my mouth right now. Holy fucking shit. Jesus fucking christ. PETER WTF AHHHH. AMDSFNASLK;DJFNA;LSKDJFLSKJF ZSDASL;FD  ADSL;K DFB; KL;ADFV I wasn’t expecting this after the beginning of this chapter. Wow. I feel like you just grabbed me by the throat and slammed me back against a wall and I am not complaining. This is some good shiiiittttt. hehehehe

“She was an assassin,” Eddie explained, gripping him by his shoulders.

Oh thank god. It’s all okay then. Rip her in half that’s fine. Fuck it why not

“Message received, I guess.”

heh heh heh heh heh heh 

Eddie chuckled at the sight in disbelief, “Dude. She stabbed you with a sword—”

I would pay money to watch this fight in a movie. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, give me rated R Spider-Man with Mr. Garfield please and thank you! 

“I got rid of the camera footage, but we gotta get out of here,” Eddie mentioned, anxiously eying the door. “Get back home before anyone else sees you.”

For fucks sake please do not leave her body there for the poor housekeeper. They don’t paid enough to be traumatized by this shit! 

“Look, this was not random, okay?” Eddie countered. “How did Kingpin know where you were? None of the rest of us did!

Did Honey know where he was going?? Is John working for Kingpin or just the feds?? I don’t remember my memory is trash. Is this Honey’s fault or someone else got spies up in here??? 

Assassin or no, the images from whatever ‘hallucination’ Peter had been having, juxtaposed with the violent scene he ‘awakened’ to, made him sick with self-loathing.

Don’t worry, Pete, Katie thinks it’s kinda hot. 

Mortified at himself. When he squeezed his eyelids closed, all he could see behind them were Honey’s eyes. The look of betrayal on her face

What’s so depressing is that it’s the other way around. She’s betraying him. I wonder if he’d even be hurt by it at this point. Is he so lost in self hatred that he would just assume she’s right for what she’s doing and assume it was all his fault?? I have so many questions that I don’t want answers to because getting answers mean the story is wrapping up and ending and I need it to go on forever. Give me more questions and no answers. 

When Peter looked back up, tears running down the bridge of his nose and cheeks, he realized he was looking at a friend. Maybe his only friend. The only one that saw him for what he truly was, and didn’t run away in terror.

At this point I’m quoting every other line but I just need to give my live commentary to someone especially since I preread chapter ten before replying and had to hold it all in. Let me scream about it while the emotions are happening. Eddie being his only real friend is such a beautiful moment. Everyone else can’t seem to see what Peter sees. No one in the gang really likes him. Some hate him. But Honey was someone to actually see Eddie for more than he let on. She started to see through his exterior. Granted, she then used that to take advantage of him, but still she saw him and felt a softness for him. I really like that detail, intentional or not, that the woman Peter falls for is one of the only other people beside himself who befriends Eddie and sees him in a different light than the others do. They have a similar soul. That soul is clouded by all this mob business and years of trauma but, in another life, where there wasn’t such drama, they would fit together so effortlessly. 

Peter certainly scared the shit out of himself.

No shit. You basically Black Dalilah’d a woman.

Okay. Deep breath. Switching into Honey mode. 

She had no idea how John was able to pull that off, but he was capable of anything.

This made me so sad. This is exactly how she sees this man. Someone who is capable of anything. When he says he’s going to brutally murder her niece, she believes him, because of course he would. He’s a monster capable of anything. But Peter just split an entire human woman in half (with his bare hands?? maybe??) so I’d like to see him go toe to toe with John by the end of this story. 

She waited for him. After what she saw him do to his guard, she was scared out of her mind, but she waited anyway.

omg baby you poor thing. She’s so trained to be submissive through years of abusive. It hurts. Peter needs to get his shit together and start taking care of her properly or let her go. I’m mad at him. I’m going to kick him in the nuts and then kiss it better.

Now it was Day 3, and she felt like giant bats were flailing in her belly. Where could he have gone? And why did he not at least call her and tell her where he was, or if he was alright? She still didn’t have her own phone (officially) but there could’ve been some form of communication.

That answers my questions at least. Honey wasn’t the one to tell where he was. That’s a mild relief. 

She wasn’t allowed to do anything without him knowing about it, but he could disappear for days and not tell her anything? How was that fair?

That’s exactly what I was thinking, girl! You’re not allowed to look at anyone but he’s allowed to fuck kill a stripper assassin?? Hell no! Honey deserves better! I’m going to make signs and start chanting outside his house until he gets his act together. 

The back of the photo read ‘You should’ve just called a plumber, Ben. 2011’

Stop this too sweet 

Provocative. Passionate. Pornographic.

Hot

“Can I help you find something?” Peter said from behind her.

AHH where the fuck did you come from. Bro I thought you were in a hotel room in Vegas with a two pieced Silver Sable how you teleport so damn quick I know time jumps exist but my mind is very singular and I’m am bad at keeping up you can’t do this to me 

Like he’d teleported in the blink of an eye.

That’s what I’m saying!! 

She wasn’t used to seeing him without at least four articles of clothing. It was odd. Unnerving.

Babe you see him in nothing but his little undies with a raging boner every night.

Home. He took a slow breath. Anywhere she was, that was his home.

omg she’s going to break your heart and I’m going to love every angsty second of it

Sometimes, Peter felt like his worst was all he had to offer.

This line stings and I love it. 

the bats in her stomach became butterflies again

I LOVE THE SWITCH FROM BATS TO BUTTERFLIES how are you so good at writing 

I haven’t always been good to you. I know that. And I want you to know that I can be better. I wanna prove to you that I know how to treat a woman right, and... That I can treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” He swallowed hard, voice evening out, “You make me feel things that I didn’t even know I was still capable of feeling.”

Hours before, Felicia raided her closet, tossing items at her with a fired-up ‘surprise, bitch, you and me are goin’ out!’

AHHHHH is this going to be the lesbian love story of my dreams??? probably not but a girl can dream

the entrance of the trendy, luxurious nightclub simply known as ‘Web.’

Which was a stupid name, she told Peter.

Turns out it was his club.

I snorted. I love Honey. She’s my fav.

“Like she was all over you,” Eddie whisper-explained, “in your fugue state, but it was nothin’ R rated. Didn’t make it past second base. No penetration, y’know? Except for the sword, when she—” AND  “Your virtue is still intact, is what I’m tryin’ t’say,” Eddie whisper-blurted, like ripping off a bandaid. “Y’know. Your honor hasn’t been... uh... fucked away, I guess.”

Have I mentioned lately how much I adore this man??

Do you have every single character ever associated with Spider-Man throughout all of history in this fic because damn woman I don’t know how you keep up. 

I want to run off to the next chapter since they’re supposed to be read together but I have a terrible headache and it’s nearly 1am and I’m tired but this was wonderful. I don’t have any closing summaries because it’s not really the end of the chapter yet. Also most of my thoughts and screaming already happened above. I hope it wasn’t too illegible for you to read. Lord knows wtf I talked about and I’m not going back to reread my mad ramblings. 

I hope some good scary shit goes down in the club because we all know Honey isn’t going to be able to run in those heels so she’ll need Felicia to save her and carry her to safety. I suppose Peter could step up too but Felicia is the real MVP here. 

ily

sugar and vice, pt. 11 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: what does it mean for your world to be torn apart?

words: 7.7k

chapter warning: graphic descriptions of sex, violence and gore. smutty fantasies (p in v, oral-f and m receiving, dubcon), nude photos, catfishing, revenge p*rn, coercion and manipulation of a minor, references to cancer treatment

series warnings: mob-typical violence, bang bang shoot shoot, whump. hurt/comfort. sexual situations. spousal abuse. family trauma. drug use. coersion. kidnapping. gore. blood. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Please don't date a mob boss.

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you can't name the Mambo #5 women then gtfo.

a/n - Originally this chapter and the next were intended to be one part, but the word count was far too long. I encourage you to read them together! Read this one first! Also, it might be fun to listen to the official Sugar and Vice playlist on Spotify for the next two chapters.

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Part 11

What does it mean to be pulled apart?

Peter knew. He was experiencing it first-hand.

It was glorious.

Heaven was the only thing he could think of, and he wasn’t even sure he believed such a place existed. But if it did, it would be here—in between the thighs of the woman he’d die for. 

She looked so delicate beneath him. So tiny against the black ocean of silk sheets in his bed. Her arms were outstretched, a black-leather cuff binding each wrist. Her legs were also spread wide. The sight was breathtakingly lewd—body trembling, goosefleshed, inner thighs dripping wet. He loved the way her hips squirmed beneath his hands. It made it even more fun to hold her down. 

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[samsrowena]

why do you prefer late seasons sam? genuinely curious bc i would like to appreciate him more lol

oh i am so glad you asked!!!!!

alrighty so. basically. the thing about sam in the late seasons is that he is just so traumatized. like deeply DEEPLY fucked up. and i honestly just find that so very sexy of him

AKLSJFKSKLSL sorry for being deranged but i can't help it. that really is the main appeal for me... but i think also i just have a lot of trouble connecting with sam in the earlier seasons. i still love him i really do! i just don't "get" him a lot of the time???

whereas in the later seasons i'm able to do so more easily through his relationships with other characters like dean (the s10-15 sam&dean dynamic is my fav because for starters they finally stop that whole 'fighting for the majority of the season' thing unlike s4 and s6 and s7 and s8 and s9 lol) and also rowena (there's a post i saw soooo long ago which talked about becoming a sam understander through samwena and i WISH i could find it because. literally me!)

but yeah i mean i definitely agree with the consensus that in the later seasons sam needed more storylines and stuff and that they neglected the hell out of him as time went on (i will forever be furious we were robbed of proper witch sam! and also just like taking his psychic powers away in general)

but to claim he becomes boring or whatever? could NOT be me. he's not the smiley and happy-go-lucky lawboy he was in season one. but he SHOULD'NT be. he has been through so so much and he's so so tired. he's fucking exhausted. he doesn't open up anymore. he's scared all the time (he flinches when someone yells or when a door slams or when there's loud noises like hello????). like literally he has just been tortured and violated and betrayed and every other possible horrible thing under the sun and he is the absolute shell of the person he once was and that's! the! point! like that's exactly what you're supposed to do!!!!!!!

so yeah. sorry anon, i probably didn't convert you to late seasons samgirlism with this answer alskdkfkdkj but maybe these excellent tags by daniel @i-have-doubts left on my late seasons sam gifset will help:

#IT'S SAM. LOOK AT HIM. BOYKING BLOODFREAK UNCLEAN IN THE BIBLICAL SENSE SAMWITCH#he's valid he drinks blood he teaches the future god how to use his powers HE'S A LESBIAN he's a loreboy HE LAPTOPPIN IT UP#he always felt unclean and just wants to make his brother proud#EILEEN THE MOST STUNNING PERSON IMAGINABLE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM AND THEY ARE REAL#the most powerful witch ever and also queen of hell also loves him so jot that down#HE FOUGHT THE DEVIL AND WON. LIKE 5 TIMES#he likes fidget spinners like an absolute moron SOMEBODY SHOW THIS NERD A FIDGET CUBE#he literally doesnt know about oven mitts#he's immune to every torture under the sun but one (1) cayenne pepper flu cure has him in total surrender#HE SHOT GOD BECAUSE HE HAD NO FUCKS LEFT TO GIVE

[strawbxrryneptune]

Breathe, baby

Personal trainer!Southern!Bakugou

Porn with plot, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism??, praise ig, implied pining, my shitty endings

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♡♡

You loved the gym.

Not because you liked working out .

It was a pain when you woke up sore, or when you got sticky with sweat, even though the high of a workout is always worth it, and it meant you could finally fit into that tiny skirt from the mall you saw last week.

What you loved was how your undeniable attraction towards your new personal trainer made for good entertainment.

Katsuki Bakugou.

He was beautiful, new in your city, came from some place down south, and you're sure he knew every time he saw you how much you wanted him.

You couldn't stop gawking, always looking at his ass when he showed you how to do the squats, doing over his pure strength when he did pull ups.

You had arrived right on time, stretching before hand and making sure you looked good.

You strolled into your training room, already hearing some upbeat music and seeing Bakugou doing pull ups, grunting and muscles shaking from the slight strain.

You stand in the doorway, watching sweat trickle down his neck, into the wide neckline of his cami, which clung to his body, nipples peaking through the shirt.

His jaw was clenched, little huffs leaving him as he brought himself up again. The veins on his arms popped against his complexion, and you startled when you realized you were drooling.

You gave a soft cough, alerting him of your presence and watching as he hopped down, red eyes locking onto yours as his chest heaved, cheeks pink and eyes low. The headband holding his hair out of his eyes was slipping, so you went into action.

You dropped your bag on the ground, making your way towards him quickly. When you reached your hand out to touch him, he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped back, cheeks darkening further.

"Somethin' the matter, miss?"

You smile, body flushing at the way he draws out the formality.

"Oh, I just saw your headband was a little crooked. Wanted to fix it, was all."

He nods, giving you a once over before pushing it back up his forehead, turning to get a mat out.

"Oh I already did some workouts before I got here. Unless you wanna stretch me out some more. "

The wicked smile on your face doesn't go past Bakugou, his vermilion eyes widening as he steps back, grumbling under his breath as he turns back around, setting down two mats and sitting on one.

"We're doin' yoga. Noticed how yer' body was shakin' las' time so we're takin it easy t'day."

You give his strong back a dreamy smile.

Fuck, he's hot, healthy, and attentive? You could feels yourself start to swoon.

You make your way over to the other mat, sitting on your knees.

"M' gonna guide you through each pose, then we'll do em together, yeah?"

You let out a breathy "yeah" in response and watch as he rises to his feet, towering over you, before positioning himself behind you.

"Gonna touch you now."

Shit.

You feel a big, heavy hand gently land on the middle of your back, pushing you to rest on your elbows.

"Stand up, but keep yer' arms down f'me"

You raise your lower half into a standing position, arching your back forward. Bakugou goes to your front and squats, taking your hands and placing them in front of you so you're in downward dog position.

"Hold it there for 15 seconds."

You close your eyes and breath in, shuddering when you get a whiff of his musk, smoky and sweet.

"One"

"Two"

You peek open your eyes, looking up slightly to see him looking at his watch, counting the seconds down.

"Six"

"Seven"

You take the time to really admire him, his strong thighs, the way you can see freckles dotting the exposed skin, the way his shorts hug his waist, his top riding up on his abs and showing off a patch of hair trailing down..

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

You close your eyes at fifteen, pretending like you weren't just imagining ripping his shorts off with your teeth and running eager fingers through his blonde happy trail.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way he runs his hand back down your spine, easing you down and murmuring a raspy,

"Good girl."

Before straightening up and walking over to the speakers.

Dazed, you watch as he puts on more relaxing music, walking back over to you.

"M' gonna try somethin' a little more difficult, kay? Let me know if ya start to ache."

Oh, you're already aching.

Aching for that di-

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He grunts in approval, twirling his finger for you to stand up.

He comes to your side this time, placing his hand back in the middle of your spine and bending you backwards slowly, humming when you reach your hands to brace yourself.

"Doin' such a good job fer me, yeah? Think ya can be a good girl and hold it fer 30 seconds?"

You almost audibly whimper.

"Mhm, I'll be so good Bakugou."

He starts counting, a deepness to his voice that wasn't there before, and you can feel your thighs begin to shake.

Bakugou can't take his eyes off of you, the way you bend so easily, taking his every word so nicely, eyes hazy and dazed and so so pretty.

The way your thighs shake makes him want to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into them. He wants to mark you up, leave bruises on your pretty ass and then kiss them better, eat out your sweet cunt and stuff you with his fingers when you get too loud.

He was raised with manners, though, and before he does any of that has taking your fine ass on a date.

"Thirty."

You breath out a shaky sigh, letting his hand guide you back down to the floor.

You look at the time, almost jumping in excitement when you realize your session is almost over. You need to get home now. Your panties are aboslutely drenched and you don't know how long you can go without saying something too bold.

Bakugou notices your excitement, raising a brow as he situates himself on his mat.

"Got smwhere to be, Miss?"

You flush, images of you with your hands between your legs and a certain blonde on your mind flashing through your head.

"Nope. Just wanna shower and eat my loneliness away."

He chuckles at that, sitting in lotus position.

"You have any plans?"

He looks up at you, studying your face for a bit, lips turning up slightly when you squirm.

"Nah. I got nuthin'."

You gulp, copying his position and fiddling with your fingers

"Well, uh. Do you wanna maybe.."

"Spit it out, angel, times runnin' out."

You bite your lip, the way he rasped the pet name had your head spinning.

"We could maybe get something to eat,, together? I can cook for you,, Like a date."

You're met with silence, and you feel embarrassment wash over you for a split second before you see a rough, veiny hand on front of you, then feel a warm palm on your face.

You look up and meet red eyes in searing eye contact, his lips curled in a smirk and cheeks dusted pink.

"A date, hm? I'd fuckin' love to Darlin'."

You squeal internally, missing his warmth when he pulls away to count to 30 once again.

♡♡

After stuffing yourself and Bakugou with some curry chicken, you invited him onto the balcony, sitting next to him on the swing seat.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the entire night. He was wearing a simple shirt and joggers, but the top hugged him so well and his sweats were low, riding up everytime he lifted something from the top shelf for you.

There a was a thick tension in the air. You wanted so badly to lean over and grab his jaw, to kiss him and make him groan, make him breathless with pleasure-

"Hey, ya listenin'? I asked ya a question."

You stratle, realizing you were staring at his face for too long.

"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you- I mean,, fuck-"

Yeah, you shouldn't have drinking so much wine.

Bakugou’s eyebrows raise almost comically, eyes wide and lips pulling back in a grin, his handsome face inching closer to you until you can almost taste him.

"Ya wanna kiss me? Go 'head, I ain't stoppin' ya."

You immediately crash your lips against him, wasting no time in bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, moaning when his big hand curls around your throat.

He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth and grabbing a thigh with his free hand, dragging you onto his lap. You roll your hips slowly, relishing in the groan it pulls from him.

He pulls away momentarily to suck at your bottom lip, biting down on it before kissing the stinging flesh.

He fiddles with the hem of your sun dress, gaze burning into you.

"Can I take this off, Darlin'?"

You pant above him, shivering at how sexy he sounded.

Damn, consent was hot.

"I don't know, can you?"

Your giggle is cut off by a moan when he flicks at your nipple through the dress, nipping at your collarbone.

"May I take this off, Brat?"

You whimper and nod, earning you another searing kiss before he pulls your dress up, watching your tits bounce out, taking a nopple into his mouth as his hand slides down.

He squeezes your doughy thighs in his hands, fingers pinching and kneading until he reaches your cunt.

You pray that he doesn't tease, you've been worked up for so long, and thankfully, he doesn't, slipping a finger into you and rubbing gently at your clit, picking up pace gradually and adding a second finger as you arch your back.

You pant and lean forward, hands lacing into his hair and hips grinding down onto his fingers. He groans into your nipple, moaning "harder" against you.

You comply, and he shudders, hips canting up to meet the downward roll of yours.

You feel your high creeping up on you, but you wanna feel him so bad, so you sluggishly push him away, earning you a confused grunt.

"Wanna cum on your cock."

Bakugou growls at that, lifting you up with one hand on your hip while the other pushes his sweats and boxers down, his thick cock springing free. You gape down at it, fat and veiny, flushed and dripping with pre as it twitches under your gaze.

His balls are fat too, heavy and round amd you just wanna take one in your mouth and suck till he creams from how good it feels.

Bakugou interrupts your staring with tap to your hips, slowly easing his way into you.

His thick mushrooms head pops in, and it burns so good. You feel like he's in your throat by the time he's all the way in, veins pulsing and dragging along your gooey walls. He leans his head back agasint the swing, mouth opening to pant as he move, feet digging into the ground and hips thrusting harshly into you.

His face is a dusty pink, eyes going crossed and drool starting to slide out of his mouth as he moans, hips picking up speed and fingers rubbing into your clit so good you almost collapse.

"Hah, yer so good, Darlin', fuck squeezin' me so good, gnna make me bussst"

"S'so close-"

"Mmh fuck, me too Angel. You wanna cum on my cock, Darlin? Cream all over me, make a mess of my balls and this cute little swing fuck fuck fuck- gnna bust baby, fill you up so fckin good."

You give a silent scream, arching your back and cumming hard, Bakugou following as he shoots thick ropes of cum into you, sliding down his base and pooling at his fat ball, still twitching.

"This is gnna be a bitch to clean up ain't it?"

@miggiisdumb @lady-bakuhoe

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Family Life

Omega!Henry x Alpha!Reader

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just something quick I wrote...

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A warm early spring morning. The sounds of birds chirping and baby animals running in the forest with their parents.

Henry sat quietly on the grass, the spring air wafting into his nose and into his lungs. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, breathing in the crisp evening air.

A smile rested on Henry's face while he watched his pup Hiro practice his magic. You tenderly brushed Henry's hair, working out the knots in his hair, leaving feathery soft hair behind.

“Mama! Look what I can do!” Hiro called to Henry. The young boy took after Henry quite a bit, he was almost an exact copy of Henry. He had the same golden eyes and fluffy blue hair as Henry, though Hiro's hair was expectedly much shorter.

“Look!” Hiro said, holding out his hands. Hiro's beautiful blue flames gently swirled together, slowly taking shape until a small bird shaped flame formed in his palms.

“That's... amazing, Hiro...” Henry said slowly, watching the small flame bird in Hiro's cupped hands. Hiro was born a prodigy, he could create small yet intricate designs with his fire magic that he inherited from you, even though he was only 8 years old.

“That's really pretty, Hiro.” you said with a light smile.

“I... I made you something too, mama...” small little Aiko sheepishly walked up to Henry and held up a flower crown made a white roses. Aiko was the sweetest of the twins, but also the small.

Aiko was everything that Henry had feared would happen, his puppy getting affected by his curse.

He was a runt, being noticeably a lot smaller than his twin brother and very frail, so much so that the doctors though he'd die within a few days. But little Aiko managed pulled though.

Long white hair covered his eyes with a single streak of Henry's pale blue hair. He unfortunately had no magic and was slightly affected by Henry's curse. His speech was slow and he siphoned mana from others, but thanks to Gordon, it was manageable.

“Do... you... like my cro...wn...?” Aiko asked slowly, looking at his feet as he held up the flower crown, his pale white hair covering his eyes.

“I... love It... sweetie...” Henry said softly, wrapping his arms around Aiko and lifting him up into his lap.

“Finished!” you declared, swinging Henry's hair over his shoulder. With some effort, you managed to weave Henry's hair into a long continuous braid.

“It needs... a finishing... touch...” Aiko muttered, placing the flower crown on Henry's head.

“You look pretty mama!” Hiro said, hugging Henry tightly. Henry smiled, lightly kissing Hiro's forehead.

“He's right... You're very pretty...” you muttered, grabbing Henry's chin and kissing him on the lips.

“Ew!” Hiro groaned, sticking his tongue out while Aiko simply giggled.

A tiny bird fluttered over to Aiko, nestling neatly into his hair. Akio's eyes lit up behind his hair.

“Mama....look...” Aiko said, lightly scooping the tiny bird out of his hair and cradling it in his hands. The bird cuddled into Akio's small, tender hands.

“You're just like your mama...” you said softly, gently petting the bird with your index finger.

“Can we keep him?” Aiko asked, his little eyes peaking out from under his hair.

“Sure...” Henry said, kissing Aiko's forehead. Aiko chirped softly, giving Henry a wide smile.

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“Mama!” Hiro ran into Henry's nest with Aiko following slowly behind him. You and Henry looked up at your two pups as they laid in between you both.

“Do... you... need something...?” Henry asked, using a finger to gently move Aiko's hair away from his eyes.

“Can we sleep in here with you!?” Hiro asked with Aiko silently begging along with his twin brother.

“No you two, you're too old to be sleeping with us now...”

“Aww! Why not...?” Hiro complained.

“Y/N... we can... let sleep with us... just for... tonight...” Henry said softly as he sat Aiko in his lap, petting his head. “They're still... young...”

Henry laid down, allowing Aiko to snuggle up to him. Hiro forced himself close beside Aiko, with you now nestling down beside all three of them.

“Sleep well little ones...” You muttered, pressing soft kisses against each of your children's foreheads.

“Don't... forget about... me...” Henry said. You kissed Henry's nose, making him smile. “Thank you...”

You and Henry both cuddled up around your pups, curling around them protectively as you all fell asleep together.

[beau-tee]

── Adam. Fluff! HCs

Warning. None, just me writing I guess.

Author’s note. It’s almost 5 am for me, I’m too excited to sleep. I need to practice my english probably incorrect grammar here and there,, so this too long. Just I love too much this beautiful man

愛. Adam despite his laid-back personality is an absolute gentleman, sweet and very protective when it comes to you, like a charming prince. He’s not a very touchy person at first but he becomes affectionate with you. He genuinely enjoys spending time with you though he isn’t clingy he is protective over you and will worry about your safety and well-being. Especially if you are careless, clumsy, or weak in which case, he can be a little bit fatherly towards you, feeling the need to take care of you. Of course, he’ll always make sure you’re taking care of yourself; that you’re eating enough and eating healthily, that you’re getting sufficient amounts of sleep and exercise.

愛. His kisses are deliberate. They’re gentle and sweet, it always feels right. Adam’s kisses last longer but are still gentle and in bed they can get a little more feverish and aren’t limited to just your lips. Eskimo kisses. The Father of Humanity invented them and you cannot tell me otherwise, probably because it requires less effort. He’s more a man of action than words and he’ll try his best to encourage you and support you when he can tell you need it. He’s also the best for raising your self-esteem. He’s always there to help boost your confidence if you need it. Adam seems to find happiness in simple things. He tends to approach things lightheartedly and this helps you if you are pessimistic or who sometimes can be a bit down.

愛. Adam loves to sit with you in peace and be completely comfortable together sitting in complete silence with stolen kisses and touch. Adam gives off an aura of serenity and it’s really comforting without him even trying to be. There wouldn’t be talking, just sitting side by side, enjoying the quiet and warmth your body radiate. And let him play with your hair. He can feel the stress melt away from you as you melt in his arms as his fingers twirl your locks. When he does it is always so gentle, his gestures are so delicate, you can relax every time he brushes you, you can fall asleep sometimes. Cain and Abel enjoy it too! Adam felt his somnolent little one start to nod off against him. He wrapped his arms around him and cradled him softly against him, stroking his head. And your hand stroking the blond hair of your cute Abel who lay on your soft lap, sighing blissfully, causing you to laugh.

愛. He is very considerate and observant and remembers a lot about you and is nearly perfect at coming up with presents for you which he will surprise you with gifts at random times, but especially any time he thinks you need cheering up. Mostly are simple gifts whether it’s flowers, your favourite food, or that pretty dress he saw you eyeing the other day at the store. Loves when you bring him lunch. Adam thinks your food is the most delicious thing ever. Especially when you can sweeten those sour apples of Eden. When you are baking he does enjoy helping you decorate your cakes and cookies though. Also with Cain and Abel stealing some a bit when you’re two not looking.

愛. He doesn’t mind PDA and enjoys holding hand, hugs and kisses kind of enjoys it if you are a bit clingy or touchy. Adam is quite direct. He may not seem like the type to say ‘I love you,’ but in fact, he can say it often and very matter-of-factly, no matter who’s around to hear it. Adam has no shame. He just doesn’t care what others think, he likes to hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder or he’ll come and he’ll lay his head in your lap without a word even as you are busy. Adam doesn’t get jealous very easily at all. He’s chill with everybody, he knows you love him and he has no reason to be really jealous, so he’d it’s not necessarily jealousy if someone was genuinely trying to piss him off. Adam will outright call the other person out, reminding them how disrespectful it is to mess with someone else’s partner. He thinks communication is key in a relationship. He’ll always talk to you if something is bothering him and he’ll expect you to do the same. And if you’re ever uncomfortable, no matter the situation, he’ll be there to help you.

愛. Adam like spending time with his children playing or teaching them things especially anything dealing with animals but even just different things in general like helping them learn to walk or talk or explaining how things work. Just imagine the small proud smile on his face at his son first steps. Adam and his sons rarely argue he is the type of dad that his children could talk to about anything, knowing that he won’t judge them and that he’ll always love them. If one of them would misbehave from time to time, but it might be a rare occurrence since Adam would be the type to talk and always explain why he is saying “No” rather than just say it and expect to be obeyed. M!AU；Adam is the most ‘cool’ dad. Like all of the kids at the school admiring him when he comes to pick his children up. They all just think he looks so cool and strong. But very gentle with the kids.

愛. Adam is not a morning person. He prefers to sleep in, especially if is with you. But always the only exception is when his family needs him or goes to job. Especially if you wake up earlier than either on needs you need just let him hugging and holding you from behind while placing his chin over your shoulder while wrapping his arms under your waist. Mostly Adam stays up just to make sure you fall asleep soundly and he’ll tend to watch you but not in a creepy way. He just likes to take in your beautiful sleeping face and bask in the fact that you’re actually sleeping with him. This makes him realize that you both trust each other fully and that’s when he’s the most comfortable falling asleep when you’re safe and with him. It’d be wonderful and I bet he’d be adorable to wake up next to him. That’s my fantasy.

愛. Adam loves animals. He talks to them all the time. Probably more than he talks to everyone else combined, except for you, of course. He’d love to have a pet with you. Very possibly a bunny. But anyway there is always a bird accompanying him or a small field mouse determined to following him. Adam would much rather read a book with you or go for a peaceful evening stroll. One of his favorite things to do is walk around nature with his family. Would enjoy taking his sons on long walks, carrying one of them on his shoulders, and talking about life. You two are holding his hand all the time, and the short man was rubbing his thumb over your soft hand. You only let go of Adam’s fingers when you wanted to see something up much closer, like the little birds perching on the branches to get closer to Adam and lean towards you or pretty butterflies. You slightly laugh blissfully with your cheerful voice expanding on the environment, which made the scenery most charming.

愛. His voice is absolutely beautiful. He’s amazing at telling stories to keep you entertained. Whether they really happened or not, Adam has plenty of stories to share. He’s spent plenty of time on his own and he’s needed ways to occupy himself. He also likes when you make flower crowns for him and watching you gently weave them into his hair before running your nails down his neck and shoulders. Abel loves to make you flower crowns. He will find your favorite flower and he will sit there for hours trying to make you the best possible flower crown he can come up with. Cain will act like he doesn’t care at first, but quickly practically demands that his brother teach him so he can do it for you too. This two are adorables! One downside though is that they will want to bring home the bugs and little animals they find. But once a time they brought home a skunk.

愛. Adam really enjoys it when you lays on top of him or lays with their head resting on his chest. Your head laying on his chest, and with his arms around your waist, head snuggled up against his chest his hands intertwined with yours. When he’s on your breasts it’s always super comfy for him and being able to hear your heartbeats. He also likes getting to hear it speed up every time his fingers brush against your sides and the small of your back. Adam loves hugging you from behind no matter the height difference, he just enjoys holding you close to you. Adam is a perfect cuddler. He’s strong, warm, and all-encompassing. Adam can kill for you. He doesn't need a reason to protect you and he will always love you. You definitely don’t have to worry about someone getting hurt because he’ll always protect you and your beautiful smile.

[proserpina-magnus]

hey, could I request a James Potter fluff where he and the reader are either talking about their future together, or an actual fic of their future and like they have kids and stuff. super fluffy? :)

Hey! thank you so much for requesting! You are the first person to request and I squealed when I saw your message! ( Also, this is a really cute prompt and i enjoyed writing it!) I wasn't sure whether you wanted a female reader, so I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible (except a few moments in the fic). I hope you like it. 

108 [ James Potter x reader ]

word count: 2067

[ warning; sorta female reader, fluff, mention of sex once (the word was mentioned), hand holding, kisses, pet names such as “love”, talk about children (mention of pregnancy), talk about marriage, bad interpretation of English slang, RESPECTFUL JAMES POTTER!!! ] 

James had shimmered out of his quidditch dress robes, quickly pulling on his sweatpants and a maroon-coloured long sleeve. He ran his hand through his mess of hair, shaking it with his fingers as he tried to make it look a bit neater.

He smirked in the mirror, soon Sirius coming up behind him and posing in the mirror. James pushed at Sirius's shoulder, trying to get back in the spotlight of the mirror. The push started a small fight between the two boys, pushing and giggles exchanging between the two friends.

"Thinking I'm gonna go sneak into Hogsmeade, ya coming prongs?" Sirius asked, shaking out his damp hair as he ran a towel against it.

"S'gonna go hang out with my miss's" James replied, accent heavy and thick as he proceeded to shove his dirty robes into his bag.

"Ah, real serious between you two?" Sirius asked, smiling all goofy as he watched James go all swoony at the question.

"Course it's serious, I'm gonna marry her" James replied, red on his cheeks as he rubbed his nape.

As the words left his mouth, James potter almost had heart eyes as he thought about marrying you. If James loved anything more than quidditch and pumpkin juice, it was you.

"Alright alright, don't get sappy on me prongs. It's like 3rd year all over again" Sirius teased as he stood up and draped his bag over his shoulder.

James joined Sirius to the walk out of the changing rooms, bumping his shoulder as he shook his head towards the ground at the memory.

"That's different than now," James said.

"How so?" Sirius asked.

"Cause I know this isn't just love, it's forever" James replied, confident in his answer as he smiled bright towards Padfoot and Sirius couldn't help but smile back.

"The sex good?" Sirius asked, which made James shove him off to the side as he laughed.

"You absolute wanker," James said while laughing harder, almost falling forward which got Sirius clutching his stomach from laughing too hard at the sight of a stumbling James. After a few more steps and laughs, they both calmed down with their giggle fit.

"Alright, I'll see ya later" Sirius waved goodbye, separating ways as James headed towards the library.

James laughed through the halls, getting looks from passing students but he couldn't care less. He was giddy, he always got an excited nervous feeling in his veins as he saw you.

His heart almost exploded when he saw you pressed over a book, quill in your hand as you wrote down the information for a class you took.

When your head turned to see James, he watched as your eyes lit up and smiled towards him.

"James!" You called out, keeping your voice light as you didn't want it to travel through the quiet room. James felt like he was on liquid luck, he couldn't believe he had gotten someone like you all to himself.

"Good afternoon love, care for a walk around Hogwarts with me?" He asked, cutting off the distance as he walked over to you. He looked over what you were reading, a book about astrology with your notes scattered almost everywhere.

"I'd love that, but I just need to write down one more thing. Do you mind waiting?" You asked him, turning back to your page.

"Course not, I'll wait forever if I had too" he concluded, pulling out a chair as he sank down next to you.

James watched as your eyes darted towards the book then your quill, he watched as your hand began to move as you wrote down a few more notes. He was at peace, his lips quirking upwards as he watched you work.

His hand came up to push against your hair, pulling the strands behind your ear before gently guiding his knuckle over your cheek in an affectionate way.

You smiled at him, bringing your hand up as you guided his hand to your mouth. You placed a gentle kiss against his knuckle, before going back to writing.

James knew he should wait to say 'I love you, your relationship with him was only a month-long now, it was a bit too soon for the words to leave his lips. But James wanted to say those words so bad, he thought you were absolutely perfect in every way.

"Alright, I'm done!" You chimed, sliding the book back to where you found it as you gathered your notes together.

"Awesome, you can just leave your notes in my bag if you want," James said, standing up as he pushed in his chair, along with yours.

"Okay, thank you" you smiled at him, handing him your notes as he gently put them in his bag, not wanting to ruin them.

"Ready to go?" He asked, taking your hand into his as he joined your fingers together. You leaned against his shoulder, smiling up towards him as you nodded.

"Of course," you told him, both of you leaving the library as you go down the moving stairs. At one point you almost tripped, but James had grabbed your arm and hosted you upright.

"What would you do without me, love," James said while giving your a wink, making your giggle as he slid your hand back into his.

"I don't know James, I don't think I could live without you" you replied as James lead you out through a door towards the outside grounds.

The air was beautiful, a breeze shifting over you now, while bees and butterflies fly around. The flowers swayed perfectly, they baked in the sun glow.

You made James stop at a specific flower patch, your favourite. They were all sorts of colours, changing from white to dark blue as they stood up proudly.

"They're pretty" you concluded, head leaning on James' arm again as you smiled down at the flowers. Watching as bees sung around them.

"They remind me of someone" James replied, kissing your forehead as he watched you get awk-struck by some simple flowers.

"Oh James, you're such a flirt" You teased, taking your gaze away from the flowers as you gave your full attention to him. He pulled you along the grass, his hand squeezing yours once in a while.

"I know, only for you love," he said, guiding you down the doc as he stopped at the edge. Looking out at the deep lake, he let you sit first, helping you down without falling.

"The water looks clearer today," you told him, letting your legs hang off the side as your shoes hit the edge of the water.

"Is it? Looks the same to me, though can't really trust my eyes can we?" James said while pointing to his glasses, making you laugh as you leaned against his shoulder.

"You're funny James, I hope you never change"

"I won't, I'll be the same, even when we're 108 and almost dust," James said, his head leaning on yours as he took a comforting breath.

"108? No way will last that long, I'll give it until we're 80"

"80? That's too young!" James exclaimed, making you laugh as you pulled back from the embrace.

"What?" James asked, confused at your sudden movement as he watched you smile at him. You couldn't stop staring at the man in front of you, he was absolutely perfect.

"If I could, I would spend eternity with you" you whispered to him, your eyes soft and doughy as you felt the warmth of love fill you.

James was shocked, it took a moment for him to reply to you as he felt like bursting into tears. He felt the happiest he could, he knew he would marry you. There wasn't any doubt about it.

"Even when the world ends?" James asked, voice quiet as he leaned closer to you. He watched as your eyes softened.

"Of course James," you said to him, watching as his eyes shut quickly. Your eyes fluttered shut as well, feeling his lips connect with yours.

His hand held your face, cradling it as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away, eyes casting downwards as he locked eyes with you.

"I love you" James whispered, he knew he should have waited, but what's the point in hiding it? Everyone knew James Potter was in love with you.

"I love you too" you replied, whispering with him as you kissed him once more before turning back to look at the lake.

"Are we going to have a big wedding?" You asked him in the silence, you could almost hear the way James' heart was starting to pound against his chest.

"Of course; we're gonna invite everyone! Then, we'll go to Paris or Rome and travel for our honeymoon." James explained, he had thought about it quite a lot. Not in a weird obsessive way, the thought just crept in without a doubt and it stayed.

"Paris sounds nice, I hear they have good food" you chip in, smiling at the water as a wave crashed against your shoes.

"Oh they do, my aunt and I went a few years ago! You'll love it" he says, he was so sure about it. James picked up on likes and dislikes pretty easily, he could read anyone like an open book.

"I suppose Sirius would come over quite a lot, won't he? You both are basically brothers" you asked, you didn't mind Sirius; he was nice and unique.

"Oh defiantly! Who's gonna help out with our kids?" James said, confident with the fact Sirius would be an excellent role model.

"How many are there gonna be?" You asked, you weren't opposed to the thought of baring James children. James was perfect and kind, he would be an amazing father.

"As many as you want, but I wouldn't mind if we had a few, so they wouldn't get lonely" he explained, he began to play with his hands. When he was nervous, James would run his thumb over lines and veins on his hands.

You placed your hand into his, pulling it into your lap as you smiled towards him. This man was an angel, an absolute angel.

"How about 8?" You asked, watching as his eyes opened with innocence and happiness.

"Could we? Please they would be so cute!" James became wide-eyed, his heart was going rapid at the thought of it. His head was going fuzzy from the thought about it. He was so happy.

"Well, probably not 8, but around 3 or 5 I wouldn't mind" you conclude, happy with your answer. You haven't given much thought about marriage or children in your future, but dating James had started to make you wonder about your wants and needs.

"That's fine with me. If we could, I would love to adopt." James thought out loud, happy with the way his life was going. James Potter desperately wanted a huge family, he wanted to be a dad and he wanted to be the best at it.

"Of course, the more the merrier," you say, leaning into his chest as it began to grow colder. You shivered, sinking back into James' warmth as you held his hand tighter.

"Perfect. It's getting cold love, let's go inside before you catch a cold," James said, standing up before helping you up. His hand still laced in yours as he walked back up towards the school.

James started to swing your hands together, humming in contentment at the fact he would one day be married to you.

"Hey, think about it. [y/n] Potter. It sounds pretty catchy if you ask me!" James said, continuing to run the name through his head.

"It sounds nice, rolls right off the tongue. What about Mr. and Mrs. Potter! That sounds just as right too" you say, smiling like a goon. You felt like floating, everything was so light and carefree. It felt good to be with James.

"I like the sound of that!" James said, passing by the flowers you liked so much. He smiled, looked over at you and nodded to his realization. You were like a flower, pretty without an effort. Though James Potter didn't just like you for your beauty, your elegance and life energy were easy to enjoy as well.

As much as he loved his life at Hogwarts, James couldn't wait to grow up and start a new beginning with you.

[letarasstuff]

Can I stay with you?

(A/N): This is based on this, this and this post. I really hope you are ready for the feels, because they are there and they are heavy-

Summary: Following the events of Emily's death, how will Spencer and his daughter cope with it?

Warnings: Angst and lots of it, mentions of drug use, contemplations of drug use, mentions of needles, we also got some bittersweet fluff

Wordcount: 2.5k

✨Masterlist✨ _______________________________

A hospital is not a place where a child should be, Spencer knows that much. But he picked (Y/N) up on his way for two reasons:

The first one being the simple occurence that the babysitter is not able to keep her any longer, because she has classes in the next morning. The second one is selfish and the father knows that, but he needs her presence, the comfort she brings to him.

“Daddy”, the child breaks the silence in the waiting room, “Is Auntie Emily going to be ok?” She sits in his lap reading a book before looking up at him. Her eyes hold something he wishes to never see again: Fear. The fear of losing someone she loves dearly.

“I hope, Baby. But let’s not forget one important fact: Your Auntie Emily is one of the strongest women I know.” Spencer gives her a kiss on the top of her head and cuddles her closer to him, seeing (Y/N)’s eyes dropping. The rest of the team watches the interaction with aching hearts.

The girl is asleep for half an hour when JJ enters the room. Everybody gets up crowding her. Spencer is careful to not disturb his daughter as he moves her head to his shoulder and hooks his arm under her legs.

“She never made it off the table.” These words echo in the genius’ mind, seemingly being the only things he can think about. “I-I never had the chance to say goodbye.” JJ hugs him, trying to give some sort of comfort. In this process (Y/N) wakes up. As soon as she spots her father’s tears, she knows not to ask a question. Instead she loops her arms around his neck.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna be alright, Daddy”, the toddler recalls the words he says to her whenever she is upset in hopes to cheer him up.

The next couple days are hard on the whole team. They try to grieve together, especially while the funeral takes place. (Y/N) notices that the color black is fitting, since her Auntie really liked to wear it. She likes that they do the same to pay their respects that way.

“Auntie Penny, is she watching?” The blonde woman carries her while the casket is walked down the aisle. Since her death, (Y/N) doesn’t dare to say Emily’s name. She thinks if she avoids it, she is going to inflict less pain when she is talked about.

“Of course. Emily is in heaven and watches this beautiful beautiful ceremony we hold for her. So wipe that frown off and put on that smile she loved so much. Alright?” Confusing to her, the adults want (Y/N) to smile all the time. But they are frowning and crying more often than not.

“Can she hear us? Because I want to say I love her. I forgot to say it the last time I saw her.” Trying to distract herself from seeing the casket lowering into the grave, the girl plays with Penlope’s hair. She in turn has to fight tears back. Only now she realizes the impact the whole thing has on her.

“I’m sure she does. What about when the majority is gone, we go to her grave and talk to Emily? Do we have a deal?” (Y/N) nods.

As soon as the ceremony is over, Spencer takes his daughter, cradling her close to him. As if she senses his sadness, the girl is petting his back in a comforting way. He squeezes her closer to him, leaving her not much room to breathe.

“Daddy, I wanna talk to her. I need to get down.” (Y/N) wiggles in his grasp after she whispers this into his ear. Reluctantly Spencer lets her down and she toddles over to the freshly made grave. A little plastic card sticks out of the grass in place of a headstone.

The adults try to give her as much space as possible, they have to let grieve on her own.

“Hey, Auntie Emily. I-I wanted to say I love you, and I forgot to tell you this the last time so I say it a second time. I love you. And I miss you. I think Daddy misses you too. He is sad since you are gone. I’m too. I think it’s because we miss you. But I hope you like Heaven. Maybe you see my Mommy. When you do, can you say I love her?

“I’ll try to see you soon, Auntie. Goodbye!” (Y/N) goes back to her father and makes grabby hands towards him. Gladly Spencer picks her up again, putting a kiss on her head. “Wanna go home, Daddy.” The child mumbles, exhausted by all the stress and emotions from the day.

The father is relieved to have an excuse to skip the meal with the team. He is scared that the evening at the little restaurant is clouded by sadness and angst. Spencer doesn’t need that right now, a nice sit in with his daughter sounds way better.

After saying their goodbyes the little family sits in the car on their way to the apartment. As soon as Spencer starts the car, (Y/N) is fast asleep. He looks at her through the rear view mirror, happy to see her at peace. It gives the father time to sort through his own thoughts. Since Emily’s death (Y/N) tries to be around him constantly, which he is thankful for, because she keeps the darkness away.

Her last hours play again and again before his eyes. The different ways he could have stopped all of this. Why didn’t he say more when she began biting her nails? When she said “Laura Reynolds is dead”? Maybe all of this is his fault?

His forearm begins to itch. Exactly where Tobias Hankel injected the needle same as he did several times. Maybe, maybe it would make everything better? Just this one tim-

“Daddy? When are we home?” The small voice cuts off his train of thought. Spencer needs a few seconds to clear his mind. Did he really think that? Taking dilaudid while the reason he fought his addiction literally sits right behind him? “Just a few minutes, Sweetheart. Do you want to go to bed after dinner?”

As if she knows that the father can’t be left alone in this state, (Y/N) answers: “No, I wanna watch a movie with you. Can we watch Alvin and the chipmunks? I love Simon so much!” This places a smile on his face, the excitement in her eyes scare his dark thoughts away. “Sure, Peanut. We can watch whatever you want.”

It's the fourth evening in a row that the girl sleeps in her father’s bed. She either falls asleep there or climbs next to him in the middle of the night, so he figures he lets her sleep there right away.

“Good night, Sweetheart”, he tells her as they lay down. Even though it’s quite early for Spencer to go to bed it’s (Y/N)’s time. “Good night, Daddy”, she tells him while snuggling closer, “I love you. Soooooo much.”

The young doctor decides to take the next few days off from work in order to work through the events. The first one he spends coloring in books with her the whole day. While she works on her own books gifted by various members of the BAU, Spencer has his own extra made for adults. He can’t deny the soothing effect it has on him. The repeating moves calms the storm of thoughts inside his head.

The next day the two of them sit the whole day on the small couch in the living room, (Y/N) on his lap, and read. Sometimes they read for themselves, others the father reads outloud from his own or (Y/N) from her own. It’s kind of therapeutic to hear his child doing something he enjoyed his whole life.

“Daddy, do you think she feels lonely in heaven? There is nobody she knows, she has to wait for us to follow her, doesn’t she?” Not prepared for such a deep question, Spencer is caught off guard.

He clears his throat before answering. “Uh, Auntie Emily isn’t that lonely up there, you know. You can’t remember him, but Uncle Gideon, a friend from work and someone I looked up to, is there. He surely greeted her with open arms, happy to see her. And your Mommy is also there, she certainly asked lots of questions about you.” “A-are you sure? I told her to say Mommy ‘I love you’ when she sees her.” (Y/N) looks up to her father with big eyes.

He is not sure if he is lying right now to her, but he sees that his daughter needs the reassurance. “Yes, I’m sure.” To lighten the mood he begins to tickle her, which ends in a tickle fight which in turn ends in tiring the girl out and falling asleep while watching a Disney movie.

The next day is by far the worst since it all happened. Both (Y/N) and Spencer haven’t slept much due to nightmares from both sides (him comforting her as she tears him from his own), which results in a grumpy toddler and a non stop coffee drinking adult.

“Sweetheart, you need to put that shirt on. Auntie JJ is expecting us in ten minutes. Please, stop fighting me”, he begs, but she continues to cry. As Spencer tries for a third time to put it on her (Y/N) throws herself to the other side of the bed.

“I don’t want that, Daddy!” She finally gets out through her sobs. Spencer halts in his movements. “Why? That’s your favorite, Baby.” While (Y/N) begins to cry louder, he leaves the clothing article on the bed and gathers her in his arm, rocking her back and forth additionally to whispering sweet reassurances in her ear.

“She gave it to me. I don’t wanna make it dirty or ruin it”, the toddler says between shaky breaths. For what feels like the trillionth time, the young agent’s heart breaks over this statement. He has a bigger vocabulary than the average English speaking person, but at this moment Spencer is at a loss of words.

“Sweetheart, I apologize for not acknowledging this right away. I’ll get another shirt out for you, ok? Thank you so much for telling and helping me.” Just a few minutes later the little family is on their way to the next metro stop. It’s then that Spencer realizes his day won’t be any easier.

“(Y/N) you can sit in the seat next to me like you always do. Why do you have to sit in my lap today?” Normally he isn’t someone who denies his child physical contact, but the seating chart has a logical purpose. Being on a train with a child means you have some kind of luggage with you, which leads to occupying a four seats compartment. In order to prevent somebody taking the seat next to him, Spencer places his daughter there. It’s a win win situation for everybody, really.

Unfortunately for him (Y/N) is extra clingy today and won’t stop crawling onto his lap. With a sigh he accepts his defeat and tries not to think about the amount of germs that fly around.

Another problem that torments the father: Over the last few days his cravings grew. Especially today the feeling, the need, for another shot and another high is undeniable for him. As if sensing this (Y/N) sticks by his side throughout the whole time, keeping his mind off of the drug that changes him.

While they are at the Jareau’s and Lamontagne’s household, his daughter refuses to play with Henry. “I wanna stay with you”, she murmurs into his shoulder. Again Spencer accepts his defeat and sits down on the couch next to his best friend.

“Sweetheart, you need to let me go. I have to go to the bathroom, you can’t come with me.” This is followed by a tsunami of tears. While JJ tries to console her, he slips out of the room discreetly.

Due to (Y/N)’s current grumpiness and Spencer’s fatigue they quickly call it a night, even though he could use some more comfort from his friends.

“Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep tight and dream nice. I love you”, he says after tucking his child in and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Night night, Daddy. I love you, too”, her small voice echoes back to him and makes him smile softly.

Spencer finds his way back to the living room and sits down with a book in his lap. As expected he doesn’t get much reading done, too distracted by his own thoughts. The events of the night of his colleague’s, his friend’s, death replay themselves over and over again.

What if he made his conclusions faster? He is supposed to be the smart one, the one the team relies on for making important connections. But he failed once so who knows what happens when he fails again? Next time it could be the whole team dying. He could die. He would leave (Y/N) alone with the team gone. His mother isn’t capable of caring for her and his father doesn’t even know she exists. She will go into foster care, into a home with too many kids. She will be looked over, too small to be seen. Her potential will go to waste and she will never achieve anything she is capable of. And all that because he hasn’t made a conclusion fast enough.

Spencer’s scars on his forearm itch worse than ever. One shot. Only one shot to make the thoughts go away. To make the guilt go away, the bad feelings. He needs it. He needs to cure himself from the symptoms of being a human.

Before the young doctor even registers what he is doing he already put his jacket on and looks for his wallet when a voice startles him.

“Daddy, i can't sleep. Can I stay with you again?” (Y/N) stands in the doorway, clutching her stuffed animal and her blanket, shielding her eyes from the light, oblivious to what her father was about to do.

“Oh Darling, of course. Do you want me to read to you? Or we drink hot chocolate and watch a movie?” He suggests, ready to distract himself from anything that’s going on in his mind. A few minutes later his daughter cuddles into his side while watching once again Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Spencer is just happy to have his light in his life all the time and is ready to tackle any task to keep her there, may it be once again the weekly visits for anonymous narcotics or time off from work to process the events together in therapy.

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[meowniee]

Johnny Suh - Safe Place

Pairing: Gender Neutral Reader x Johnny Suh

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Word Count: 763

Warnings: pet name (sweetie) | reader submissive behavior

Today is a strange day. The sky is gray and a light rain is falling. The whole town looks a little sad, just like you. Well...It's not that you're really sad, but your body isn't happy either. You're just…existing, looking out over the city through your huge bedroom window. Weekends shouldn't be like this… it could be forbidden to rain on the day people can go out and enjoy their free time with their loved ones. You and Johnny had breakfast together, and after having to cancel your plans, you both went to study. You preferred to stay at your desk inside the room while Johnny went to his office. Only an hour had passed since you'd finished your breakfast and settled into your respective rooms, but it already felt too long away from him for your taste. The smell of him coming from the baggy t-shirt you took to sleep in last night made you miss his arms around you even more.

Closing your notebook and taking the last sip of your hot tea, you tiptoed barefoot from your room. Although Johnny loves coffee and always makes it for him during the day, he knows you prefer tea, so he has learned to make various types of tea just the way you like it and always makes it for you to accompany him while he drinks his coffee. Stepping through the doors silently, you made it to the office door, which was wide open. You leaned against the door and watched your boyfriend read for a while. His office was beautiful and very cozy, which is probably why he always preferred to do his chores here. Sitting comfortably on the couch, Johnny looked very focused as he read a book on some subject you couldn't read.

Not wanting to take his attention away from your reading, you walked slowly into the room, pausing just after stepping onto the extremely fluffy rug you guys had bought together last Christmas. Johnny noticed your presence immediately, looking up from his book and smiling at the sight of you. “Hi, sweetie”, he said affectionately. “Hi…”, you replied softly, looking down with your hands behind your back. “Can I keep you company?” you asked, acting as cute as you could. “Of course. Come here”, he replied.

You walked over to him but stopped beside him. Instead of sitting on the couch, you sat at his feet, leaning your back against the couch and laying your head in his lap. Johnny smiled and began stroking your head lightly as he went back to reading the book. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Yes, that's exactly how you wanted to be. This gesture was not uncommon among you. You usually sat at his feet when he was on the couch doing something. He always stroked your head and you felt comfortable and safe there. Sometimes you also brought a book to read with him, but today you just wanted to feel that the world wasn't sad like you were watching through your bedroom window. Here, with Johnny, the day was finally warm.

You don't know how much time you spent there, tangled up in his leg. Your mind ran through colorful and joyful scenes, your favorite flowers, the smells you love, your favorite foods and the moments they all accompanied. You got lost by scenarios that brought you joy in recent months, by the smiles of your family, your friends, the sound of laughter and dogs barking behind a ball.

You woke up from your thoughts when Johnny bent down and kissed your head. “What do you think about coming sit beside me, uhm?” he whispered in a voice sweet as honey as he closed the book and set it aside. You climbed onto the couch with his help and he cradled you in his arms. Your head now rested on his chest, listening to the slow heartbeat that accompanied his breathing. While one arm held you like a baby, his other hand brushed across your face, brushing away the strands of hair that were covering your eyes. “I'll never get tired of having you in my arms”, Johnny said looking up with shining eyes. You couldn't contain the smile that came to your lips. “I love you, Johnny”, you said looking deep into his eyes and snuggling even closer in his arms. "I love you too, Y/n". Your lips met for a gentle but passionate kiss.

And, yes… that was definitely what you needed to warm up your day… and also your heart.

[wri0thesley]

Hi! I love your writing and I may or may not have stalked your blog a little. I saw requests were open, if you're ok with this can you write poly Bruabba's first time with a virgin s/o. Please?

Have a nice day!

shared - abbacchio x reader x bruno (2k)

everything always seems to be perfect, when it’s with them

afab reader, neutral pronouns aside from one use of ‘principessa’. not sfw! threesome/poly relationship, first time. oral sex. 

“We’ll be very gentle with you,” Bruno had murmured, humming against your ear, his fingers resting on your hips as you were cradled in his lap. In front of you, Abbacchio has already lost his shirt and his trousers, and now his pale hands are reaching for you, carefully lacquered nails taking hold of the hem to tug it upwards. “Leone can be a little rough, but even he can will himself to something a bit more considerate.”

Abbacchio snorts at Bruno’s words, but then your shirt is coming off and you’re just in front of them in your bra, hungry eyes raking over the newly exposed skin. You feel your cheeks heat up, squirming in Bruno’s lap.

“Says you,” Abbacchio says. “Amore, don’t let his ‘kind man of the people’ act fool you. In bed, he can be every bit as depraved as I can--”

“Leone,” Bruno’s voice has a light laugh. You know, from whispers in your ear and romantic notions put into your head, that Abbacchio is probably right – but still, as Bruno’s hands move up from your hips to lodge in the spaces of your ribcage, your head comes to rest on Bruno’s shoulder. You sigh into the air as careful fingers unclip your bra, the fabric falling from you – your nipples peaking in the cool night-time air.

“Look at you,” Abbacchio murmurs. The scratch of his nails down your stomach as he goes for the zipper of your jeans next sends a lightning flash of warmth through you, a curious heat and heaviness between your thighs. “You’re so pretty, tesoro.” The loving pet name coming from between Abbacchio’s lips makes your heart skip a beat – he’s usually rather less romantic than Bruno is, though when you look at his ice-pale eyes you see they’re all melted and softened by fondness. Bruno’s thumbs brush over your nipples, making you shiver, and making Bruno’s lips where you can see them from the corner of your eye tilt into a smirk.

“So responsive,” he coos, enthralled, repeating the motion so you squirm once more. You’re aware of a heat between your thighs, a kind of slick pounding that makes your head spin. “I wonder how many times we can make you come between us tonight.”

Your jeans are unbuttoned, peeled down your thighs – your legs spread. Abbacchio stares down at the place between your legs, where your underwear is slick and clinging deliciously to your damp folds, with the air of a man looking at a beautiful work of art.

His reaches, fingers skimming your bare thigh – thumb tracing the indent of the valley between them, barely skimming your pulsing clit where it’s pressing against the fabric. You sigh against Bruno, back half-arching into the touch, heart pounding a consistent rhythm in your ears.

“I can smell you,” Abbacchio growls.

“Perhaps you should taste,” comes Bruno’s suggestion, vested in teasing – but there’s a steely quality to his words that makes you think that perhaps he is not merely making a suggestion. It’s a quality that both you and Abbacchio seem to respond to – the pale-haired man bites his lip briefly, for a fleeting moment – before he ducks his head and chuckles.

“You’re so wet,” he tells you, as his thumbs hook into the waistband – as you’re rid of that scrap of fabric too, and your sex is bared entirely for Abbacchio to drink in.

Drink in he does.

First, with his eyes – caressing the length of your slit, drawn to the fluttering hole and your plump clit, how the pink folds are glistening with your own slick. And then, as he settles on his knees and leans forward and breathes in, he turns his attention to drinking you in with his mouth.

The first long, hot lick of his tongue against your sex you keen; as he lathes the blunt wetness against your heated core, your hands reach up to cling to Bruno’s neck, your own fingers twisting in the other man’s silky dark hair. Bruno’s eyes are trained between your thighs, to where Abbacchio is lapping at you like you’re water in a dessert.

“He looks so good there, hmm?” Bruno asks, and you look down and see exactly what Bruno sees – subservient Abbacchio, eyes unfocussed as he concentrates on how the sweetness of your nectar tastes on his tongue. “I’m probably better at this than he is, but it doesn’t mean he’s not good--”

“Aa—hnn, ‘m--” Your words are lost as Abbacchio’s tongue teases at the tip of your clit, rolling the sensitive nub over and around. Bruno chuckles dark and deep.

“Next time, I’ll get to use my mouth on you,” he murmurs. “And he can watch. Would you like that, principessa?”

“Y-yes,” you breathe, as Abbacchio ramps up the speed of how his tongue is flicking over your clit. You can feel your body responding with tight vibrations of need, like you’re being lit on a hundred tiny fires. Your fingers desperately rake through Bruno’s hair still, as your voice turns into a collection of shaky whines instead of anything coherent. As Abbacchio sucks your clit into his mouth to suckle on it, Bruno murmurs;

“We’re just preparing you, you know. So you’re slick and wet and ready when we get to finally fuck you--” and you are pushed over the edge, by Bruno’s velvet-edged voice. Fireworks in your stomach, the sound of waves rushing in your ears, Abbacchio’s tongue easing you over the highest peak and the smaller aftershocks that come next. He pulls back from your sex with his mouth glimmering with your wetness, and he kisses Bruno like he’s sharing the taste,

The younger gangster does not disappoint, moaning in pleasure as their mouth sloppily glide together. Bruno’s dark ocean eyes go half-lidded with enjoyment.

“You taste divine,” he tells you, and he kisses your cheek. Your limbs are still pleasantly fuzzy, your body still not caught up with anything else after the shake and rock of your orgasm, so as Abbacchio gently eases you off Bruno’s lap and lays you down among the pillows, you have nothing to say or do except smile fuzzily at them.

“Do you think you’re ready to carry on?” The silver-haired man asks, settling into the bed next to you, brushing hair from your forehead. “You can let us know if you need a break, we won’t hold it against you – this is for you, as much as it’s for us--”

Your attention is caught by Bruno pulling down his trousers. There’s been a respectable tent in them all the while you were squirming as you were eaten out by Abbacchio, but as the clothing item is finally stripped off from him completely, you see that ‘respectable’ is not quite the right word.

“He’s thick,” Abbacchio says, and the hunger in his voice is palpable. “He fills you up exactly right, tesoro, I promise--”

Bruno gives his shaft a few pumps, showing off in front of both of your enraptured gazes. The smile on his face is lazy – he knows that you both like what you see very much indeed. It doesn’t mean he’s not going to make fun of you, though.

“You don’t need to stare, Leone,” Bruno chides, smug. “You’ve had it in you enough times . . . And you,” he turns his attention to you, raising an eyebrow, murmuring your name in a way that makes your toes curl and the liquid heat between your thighs feel like it’s molten lava. “You’ll get to know it just as well, soon. Better to learn it with your body, don’t you think? I won’t ruin you, your first time.”

You’d thought you’d be more anxious about your first time, let alone your first time with them. But Bruno and Abbacchio are not making it a big deal, beyond the fact that they’re focused on your pleasure, on making sure that everything is comfortable for you – they aren’t making a song-and-dance about it, they’re just . . . treating you how they always do, with extra genitals and nakedness involved. They’re barely mentioning that it’s your first time ever, the fear of disappointing them being pushed somewhere far in the back of your mind--

“Yes,” you breathe, urging your thighs wider apart and winning a chuckle from Bruno. Bruno moves closer to you, settling himself on his knees between your legs. He adjusts the angle of his cock, brushing it over your sex, coating it in your slick juices and Abbacchio’s fluids too – before he gently sinks inside of you, the head catching on the rim of your entrance.

A soft noise of surprise escapes you at the stretch. Immediately, one big hand is grabbing yours, fingers entangling – Abbacchio, murmuring something softly about how good you are that you can’t fully parse because another hand has grabbed your other hand, lacing those fingers together. This hand is tan, a definite shudder in the clench of his knuckles – one hand held by one boyfriend, the other held by the other.

Bruno takes his time sheathing his cock inside you. You’re tight around him, clinging to his walls like you’ll barely fit him, and he does it for both of your benefits – but oh, the slick walls pulsing around him and how the mould so well. The little pants escaping your pretty mouth. His eyes flicker from you, your eyelashes fluttering and your mouth half-open and pleasure-daze clouding your vision – to Abba, who looks like the two most beautiful angels in all of heaven have come down to spend time with him in particular. He’s worshipful. If Bruno were a different man, and you were different too, perhaps that look would have made you both conceited. Instead, you smile dreamily at the two of them, your gaze flittering from one to another with an air that seems to say ‘I love you’ over and over again.

He hilts. He’s as deep in you as he can go, all snug and hot and tight and wet – and he pulls out a little, and drives in again, revelling in the wet sounds of your intimate areas echoing through the room.

You’re so wet for him. You’re so good, for both of them – your hand slack in Abbacchio’s as you moan out first Bruno’s name and then Abbacchio’s, aware that even if it is Bruno that’s fucking you right now, all of this pleasure is a team effort.

You’re perfect.

Bruno’s hips pick up speed as he finds a rhythm – not too fast, not too slow. The perfect middle ground that you feel every vein and throb of his shaft, but not so slow that you concentrate on the stretch and burn. Your head is rolling around on the pillow, beads of sweat forming at your hairline as you pant and gasp out along with Bruno’s own thrusts. Abbacchio’s sighing, unconsciously bucking his hips as he watches the two of you – he’ll need some gentle handling later, and you wonder if Bruno will help teach you how to make Abbacchio feel as good as the paler-haired man had made you feel.

Bruno’s thrusts begin to get sharper, his hips seeming to hit you just a little deeper. As he continues to fuck your welcoming walls, a sharpness appears in his eye and a slight grit to his teeth – you realise, as he groans out your name again, that he’s rapidly approaching his own orgasm.

“Bruno,” you whimper, trying to move your hips in tandem with his though you can’t help but feel that your movements are sloppy and uncoordinated, nowhere near good enough to compare with the glide of Bruno’s cock inside you. “Feels . . . feels so good--”

Bruno laughs, a breathless noise.

“You just wait until we can both get in you at the same time, amore.” That one is Abbacchio, dark and gritty – and Bruno groan-laughs at it, his hips twitching, jerking into you with a sudden lack of finesse as you feel a creamy heat and thickness fill you. Bruno pushes his come inside you with a few more weak jabs of his hips before he pulls out, your combined release dripping out of you even after Bruno’s efforts.

“You did so well,” Bruno coos at you, bringing a hand to stroke the side of your face. “So perfect, tesoro . . . so perfect for us--” His eyes have gone half-lidded and his voice is slurred with sleep and pleasure as he pets at you, even these clumsy movements making you feel warm and safe.

“Not quite perfect, “ Abbacchio says. His voice is a little dry. You raise your sleepy eyes to look at him – and your gaze is immediately drawn to the place between his thighs, where he’s wearing only underwear, where the long imprint of his cock is clearly visible in a state that’s best described as ‘straining’. “Someone who’s perfect wouldn’t leave me with this problem--”

Bruno laughs that laugh again, deep and rich like the first coffee you’d ever shared with them on a crisp spring day.

“Who says we’re leaving you, caro?” He asks – he turns to you, smirking. “Do you want another first time lesson, amore?”

You swallow, eyeing the bulge in Abbacchio’s pants, the swollen lips from where you suppose he must have bitten down on them to try and distract from how turned on he was.

“Yes,” you whispers. “Absolutely.”

[svnarintaro]

captain cuddling hcs !!

a/n: this blog was originally going to be a haikyuu blog but i really got into bnha so i have always had these ideas in the back of my head so enjoy !!

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daichi sawamura

- he is a classic guy

- he likes to be the big spoon

- he wouldn't mind being little spoon

- he just really likes to hold your waist and keep you in his arms to relax

- he likes telling you how he finds you beautiful while he cradles you in his arms

- his grip is kinda firm but in the best ways possible

- his hands never wander

- he will hold you when you are watching a movie

- he won't play with your hair cause he doesn't want to ruin it and make it messy

- his arms always your safe place

“you enjoying yourself?” a voice emerged from the door frame of your bedroom. “hey there handsome, i didn’t know that you were coming over,” daichi giggled as he lifted the blanket off of you to be pressed up behind you.

“well if you checked your phone every once in a while you would know that practice was cut short tonight,” he sighed as he rubbed your forearm softly. “you guys have been working really hard huh..” you tilted your head back to find it against his chest, and as you finished your sentence you feel mild vibrations. “yeah i have some idiots that won’t quit so i had to force them to rest for now.. but right now we gotta catch up on what you’ve been watching for the past few hours,”

oikawa tooru

- c l i n g y

- you better have a bladder of steel cause this idiot won't let go

"y/n chan~ let me hold you a little longer~"

"tooru i need to pee-"

- he is a little spoon

- and he likes lying on top of you on a couch when you're watching a show

- he likes having his head on your chest so he can hear your heart beat

- if you mindlessly play with his hair he will melt in your hands

- he gets whiny about school work and he will start ranting about his week

- he likes it when you squeeze him ever now and then

- it makes him feel loved

you were finally back from cram school and you wanted to crash as soon as you could to put your mind at ease. you knocked on the door and to your avail you saw oikawa’s mother. she lead you in knowing that you were dating oikawa for months. 

you opened the door to find your boyfriend on his bed scrolling through instagram, he looked up to see you and he smiled. “y/n chan~ what a surprise to see you here.” he put his phone down and proceeded to open his arms for you to settle, you allowed yourself to get comfortable in his arms. “thanks tooru..” you really needed his warmth to help you relax. you stayed there for a solid ten minutes until you remembered that you had your blazer on. 

“tooru i need to take this off.. let go already..” you groaned out as the grip on your frame grew tighter. “..no.” and with that it took another hour for him to really losen up in the slightest.

kuroo tetsuro

- he smells so nice-

- he likes cuddling when you're in his lap

- nuzzling his head into your neck is his little addiction

- has the cutest habit of just resting his chin on your shoulder

- play with his hair

- he will eventually do anything for you to play with his hair

- don't think you're not gonna get teased about how small you are in his lap

- he likes tickling you to see you squirm in his arms 

- he would probably be a person to be cuddling with you while he is on his laptop doing other things 

- as long as you don’t really bother him that much he will be fine 

- if you bother him he would probably get riled up and make out with you 

he had been busy with playing a new game that kenma gave to him to try and he was starting to grow lonely and he started whining about how lonely he was, “well if you don’t put in the effort yourself tetsu then i won’t come over~” groaned out in pure clinginess. 

“kitten please can you at least sit here,” he patted his lap with his non-dominant hand. knowing kuroo the next phase of his clinginess was throwing you over his shoulder, so you put your pride aside and slid yourself onto his lap. “happy now?” you added a large amount of sarcasm and he pressed his hands on the small of your back, “of course i am.” he nudged his head towards you to indicate that he wanted his hair to be played with. “it feels like i’m with a child sometimes..” tetsu giggled and nuzzled even further.

bokuto kotaru

- he smothers people with love and affection 

- he is just an open cuddle buddy to everyone 

- but your cuddles are very very special 

- he just wraps his arms and legs behind you when you are vibing on the couch 

- he gets super pouty and he really likes it when you massage his arms and shoulders 

- he will just wrap himself around you every chance he gets

- he is almost as bad as oikawa

- but he likes to make you feel amazing when he is around you 

- he likes swaying from side to side or bouncing in his seat

- he hums the one song stuck in his head its probably the hunter x hunter theme song

it was during lunch and bokuto suggested to have lunch on the bleachers, he invited akaashi to eat with the two of you however bokuto was being overly touchy in that given moment in time, "bokuto san- i think y/n wants some um.. space?" akaashi wearily said as he tried to create some space between you and the clingy boy beside you.

"akaashiii.. it's not illegal for me to hold them tighttt.." bokuto wrapped his arms and legs on to your body like a little koala, "it's alright kashi i'm used to it by now." you smiled as you petted the back of bokuto's head, and through the entire lunch period you fed your clingy boyfriend.

ushijima wakatoshi

- he doesn’t know how to cuddle

- plus he is touch starved

- i can see him as a person who enjoys it when others initiate the first move 

- but he won't hesitate to just pick you up gently and just hold you

- he softly breathes so he doesn't annoy you-

"wakatoshi kun~ y/n looks kinda sad don't you think?" tendou teased the tall ace as they got out of the club room, you were the manager so you got to go a little early but something was off about you. “i am highly aware of that tendou, i will comfort my s/o.”

tendous eyes started to trail and he wanted to get on the captains nerves a little, “wakatoshi kun~ i think i see semi semi going to your precious s/o-” and as if ushijima’s brain hit a switch he marched over to you and picked you up into his arms, your thighs were pressed on both sides of his waist, he didn’t care that semi was no where near you, he wanted to comfort you, “toshi what are you-” the soft giant pressed a kiss against your forehead and proceeded to walk, “nothing just wanted you in my arms.. but how are you dear.”

[delos-mio]

He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil

Just a short, sweet, **light smut** and domestic fluff Logan one-shot. It's been a long. time. since I've posted a one-shot. Needless to say, I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head (also side note: in this universe, Juliet married a nice man after William fucked off forever and she is happy like she DESERVES). So, hope you enjoy! Thoughts and feelings always appreciated <3

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He told you last night that it’d be a long day, but you didn’t anticipate it to be nearing 11pm and for Logan to still be gone. There had been days like this before, but you never looked forward to having to wake up as well as fall asleep without his warmth by your side. Logan took awhile to finally settle down, but once he’d asked you to live with him, it was like a switch flipped on him and he became the one to cling to you. Two years later and it still made you smile when he pulled you into his lap once he got back from the office and demanded to hear all about your day while he looked at you like you’re the one who put the stars in the sky.

You finally decided to say fuck it and got ready for bed. Logan said it could be awhile, so maybe it was time to accept reality and prepare to fall asleep without him. Face washed, teeth brushed, and naked as the day you were born, you crawled under the covers before picking up where you left off in the book you were reading.

Right in the middle of a particularly exciting paragraph, a shadow lingered in your peripheral vision, making you jump out of your skin and clutch your chest. Logan leaned in the doorframe, laughing to himself at your brief panic.

“Asshole,” you sighed out with a smile.

Logan was still chuckling as he crawled next to you on top of the covers. “Missed you, gorgeous,” he hummed, pulling your lips up to meet his, a strong hand cradling the back of your head.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled into his kiss, unable to fight off a grin. “I didn’t think you’d be home so late.”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, but you know once my dad starts going, he doesn’t shut the fuck up,” he sighed.

Clearly not wanting to elaborate, Logan pulled back to look you over, really taking you in for the first time. A playful look danced in his eyes as he hooked his index finger over the edge of the comforter where it covered your chest.

“You naked under there?” Logan pulled back the duvet just enough to investigate for himself. You simply nodded, eyes fixed on his face.

Without another word, Logan slid under the covers and pulled your warm, naked body flush to his. Your stomach did somersaults when his dark gaze met yours with that ravenous look he got when all he wanted was to have you. He ran his fingertips lightly along your bare spine, making you shiver slightly in his arms. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered before kissing you deeply.

Logan still managed to take your breath away every time he kissed you. Even after years of partnership, you felt like a teen finally getting to kiss her crush. Every move of his lips was reverent, emphatically expressing how there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. Despite having a nearly 16 hour day, Logan still smelled so uniquely him- that perfect blend of clean laundry and amber you found so intoxicating. It was a scent you’d be able to place anywhere and one you loved to have linger.

As your make out session picked up even more steam, Logan let his hand wander over your chest. His fingers were light over the curve of your breast, not in any rush to a particular destination, simply reveling in your smooth skin and holding you close. The little flicker of anticipation in your stomach was quickly burning brighter and you found yourself arching your body further into him. Logan just smirked against your lips as he realized what you were doing. His touch moved down your stomach, petting slow circles into your skin as he continued to enjoy every minute that he drew out your torture. Logan always did have it in him to be a little tease.

“May I?” he asked, voice low and laced with lust. His hand rested just below your belly button, one of his long fingers stroking gently down, signaling where he hoped to be.

“Please,” you breathed out, sounding much more desperate than you’d planned on.

Without hesitation, Logan ran his index and middle fingers between your folds. Your legs fell further open on their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his touch. When he pressed the pads of his fingers firmly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, you let out a long moan that simply couldn’t stay behind your lips.

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” Logan mused, his kisses moving down to your neck. The short hairs of his beard tickled as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin under your jaw. “The most perfect girl in the world.”

Your breathing became more labored as he continued to swirl his fingers along your clit, knowing exactly the amount of pressure you needed from him. He let his thumb take over and smoothly buried his digits inside your heat, making you gasp and groan. Logan loved all the little sounds he could draw out from you using only his fingers. They went straight to his head and only spurred him on further.

With just a little twist, just the tiniest adjustment, Logan’s fingers hit that sweet spot inside you dead on. Your eyes snapped shut as you writhed on his hand, trying anything you could to keep the contact. Logan lapped over the pulse point on your neck, humming in approval at your reaction to him. You distantly felt him pull away from your throat, but your eyes were still screwed shut as you wantonly ground down on his fingers. As you moved, something tugged in the back of your brain that told you to open your eyes, that you needed to see Logan.

You slowly opened your eyes and Logan’s gaze was hot on you immediately. He held your stare, a small lock of dark normally pushed back hair falling over his eye. He arched an eyebrow and bit down on his lip. There were still times you looked at Logan and couldn’t believe this man- this handsome, silly, impulsive, sexy man- was yours. This was one of those times. The look he gave you made your stomach completely bottom out.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself on the edge of peaking. He knew it as well as you did. The short breaths, restless hips, and string of curse words all signaled to Logan that your release was just around the corner.

“That’s my girl,” Logan smiled, still looking in your eyes. He adjusted to a spot where he could take your earlobe between his teeth and tug. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

All you could manage was a whimper and nod. He ran his thumb over your clit once, twice before you were clutching his bicep, nails digging in hard as you tightened around his fingers, finding your release and panting against Logan’s skin. As your breathing evened out, Logan gently pulled his fingers from you, cradling you close and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Thinking about making you come was the only thing keeping me going today,” Logan said, kissing your forehead.

“Well, you certainly delivered,” you laughed. You rolled onto your side and tugged at his belt. “My turn.”

But Logan held your wrist still, shaking his head. “I just wanted to do that for you.” You bit down on your bottom lip. “There’s plenty of time to repay me,” Logan said with a devilish smirk. You both laughed a little before he kissed you one more time. “Come on, keep me company while I grab a drink.” He stood from the bed and held out his hand, which you happily took. On your way out, you grabbed your robe from the back of your vanity chair to throw on, but Logan caught the motion from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and snatched the cloth from your hand, throwing it blindly back into the bedroom. “Please. Like I’m gonna let you cover up,” he tutted, rolling his eyes.

“So, what? I’m supposed to walk around here naked while you’re fully dressed? Just for your entertainment?” you teased, leaning over the island in your kitchen.

“Yes,” he smiled, swatting your ass as he passed by on his way to the fridge.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, princess.” Logan grabbed a rocks glass and some ice before walking over to the other end of the room where he kept his preferred alcohol. “Jules sent me a picture this afternoon of the girls at their soccer game,” he said offhand. He was trying to sound casual, but you knew better. Though he never particularly liked children and certainly was never going to have any of his own, the minute his first niece came into this world, Logan turned into a doting uncle, always eager to show off the girls and brag about everything they were involved in.

“Did they win?” you asked with a massive smile.

“Obviously,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink as he walked back over to you. Logan pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up his conversation with Juliet. And there they were- semi-toothless grinning on a field, holding a little gold trophy with a soccer player on the top.

“Oh god, they look so grown up,” you smiled.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I think we should bring them something this weekend for winning their season. I don’t know, like a new playhouse or something.”

“Juliet is going to kill you,” you laughed. “Uncle Logan is going to spoil them rotten.”

“What can I say? I love to spoil my girls,” he winked, running a finger along your jaw. You rolled your eyes fondly, but a yawn found a way to creep out of you. “Wanna get back in bed, princess?”

“Yes, please.” Logan led the way back to your bedroom, almost letting you in before leaning down to kiss you one more time. “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“Love you too,” he smiled back, shutting the door to the outside world and leaving just the two of you to enjoy each other.

[jobean12-blog]

Iris

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,263

Summary: Bucky has a rough night and afterwards he needs some reassurance. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ 24 hour surprise drabble challenge: Inspired By Song Titles and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ Hamilton Lyric Challenge and the prompt: I’m never gonna stop from Guns and Ships. Also, my beautiful friend @nano--raptor​ had sent me a request for a Bucky fic based off of the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls so I thought it was perfect for this. I love this song and I hope you love this! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ PS I PROMISE IT ENDS HAPPY :) 

Warnings: Angst at first but it’s soft and filled with love and the end is fluffy mostly and it has a happy ending! :) 

“Steve. Steve!” You hear him fumbling with the doorknob and you wait with a knot in your stomach for him to open the door. He yanks it open, almost too hard, and stands there looking disheveled and half asleep. “What? What’s wrong y/n?” Your fingers hurt from wringing your hands together and your voice is hoarse from crying, “I can’t find him. I don’t know where he is.”

Steve’s forehead crinkles in worry and he takes your hand, pulling you in for a hug. “When did you see him last?” Your body shakes with your tears and Steve patiently waits while you to catch your breath. “Everything seemed fine last night. We had dinner, watched a movie and read together before bed. But then he had a nightmare. He hasn’t had one is so long. And when I woke him up, he looked so scared and broken. I thought he had gone back to sleep but when I woke up this morning he was gone.”

You can feel Steve’s shoulders sag, your own already bowed under the weight of your worry, “ok, it’s ok. I think I know where he might be.” Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you sniffle loudly and pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body. “Just gimme a minute to change.” You nod and wait on the couch. Your heart is in your throat and you try to stop your body from trembling with each breath.

“Ok. Come on.” Steve leads you out the door and onto the street. He walks fast, his arm looped through yours and his hands in his pockets. When you reach the small park Steve stops and looks down at you, his eyes soft, “he loves you. More than anything. You have to remind him that you see him for who he really is.” You squeeze his hand, “thank you Steve.” He watches you walk into the park, “call me if you need anything. I’m not far.” You wave and turn the corner, sucking in a breath when you see Bucky sitting on a bench, his head dropped low.

“Bucky?” You can barely hear yourself over the beating of your own heart but when he looks up it’s as if everything comes back into focus. He stands and starts to move toward you, his long legs making the trip short as you launch yourself into his open arms. He holds you so tightly to his chest you can’t breathe but this time it doesn’t feel like you’re dying, it feels like home.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says it over and over and you hold onto him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m just scared. I’m still broken. I can’t lose you.” You can feel his large body shake with emotion and your heart breaks all over again. “Bucky. I love you. I love you more than anything in world. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He walks you to the bench and sits down, pulling you into his lap, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to be everything you need but I’m afraid people will think I’m not good enough. They only see me as one thing.” The tears that fall from his eyes match your own and you touch his face, brushing the stubble that lines his cheeks before gently running your thumb along his lips. “I see you Bucky. I see every piece of you, and I know who you are.” Your hand slides down his neck and rests against his chest, over his beating heart.

His metal hand covers yours, his thunderous heartbeat slowly becoming steadier, “I don’t wanna go home yet. Can we stay a bit longer?” Your lips touch his in a barely there kiss, your eyes locked on his, “I want to be wherever you are Bucky. You’re all I need.” His lips are warm when they meet yours, his hand curling into your hair and tugging you closer. “Bucky, I love you. I’m never gonna stop.”

Resting his forehead to yours he lets the words sink in and wash over him. When his eyes meet yours again, they look clearer and more alive. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” Your brush the hair away from his face and cradle his jaw, stroking your fingers along his cheek, “that’s all I want to do.” He leans into your touch and closes his eyes before he kisses the palm of your hand and curls his own around it.

You sit quietly, just breathing in each other and letting the world melt away.  It isn’t until you hear the loud bark of a dog that you lift your head, smiling when a large fluff of white bounds toward you. The dog’s tail is wagging a mile a minute and Bucky reaches out to pet her, quickly pulling his hand back when he realizes it’s his metal one. You take his wrist and pull him forward, letting the dog sniff it. The dog’s nose wiggles this way and that before she nudges her head under Bucky’s hand for pets.

Bucky beams and scratches behind the dog’s ears, laughing when she positions her butt between his legs for more pets. “She definitely likes you.” A young man comes rushing over, panting and trying to catch his breath, “I’m so sorry guys! She loves the park and got away from me in her excitement.” You smile brightly and notice he’s wearing a shirt from the animal rescue nearby. “Oh, it’s no problem. She’s an absolute sweetheart! I think she loves my boyfriend.”

Bucky gives your waist a little squeeze and continues petting the dog. “I can see that. It’s great because to be honest she’s been really shy around most men, so this is really good.” It’s hard to tell who’s happier and you ask, “is she available for adoption?” The guy nearly bursts with joy, vigorously shaking his head yes. Bucky looks up, first at you, your eyes excited and hopeful, then to Winter. “Want to take a walk?” You jump off his lap with a squeal and the volunteer hands Bucky the leash, “she’s a great girl. I can tell you more about her while we head back.”

You walk hand in hand with Bucky, listening to Winter’s story and how she came to the rescue. You can tell Bucky is smitten and Winter clearly reciprocates the feeling. His shoulders seem lifted and his smile is genuine. When you reach the rescue Bucky pauses, handing the leash back to the volunteer, “can you give us minute please?” Winter whines but goes inside and Bucky takes your hands in his. Holding your finger to his lips you quickly speak, “before you say anything I just want you to know that dogs are an excellent judge of character.” Bucky smiles and dips his head, “I know. “I just. I need to say this. I love you. You’ve found parts of me that I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.”

It’s hard for you to find the words to respond, your eyes now wet with fresh tears, so you kiss him and hope that all you’re feeling comes through with it. When you finally pull away for a breather, Bucky’s eyes are still closed and he brushes his nose against yours, his whispered “thank you,” telling you everything you need to know. Later that afternoon, you make your way back home, now a family of three.

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