#i’m kissing and smooching all of you and squeezing you in my arms with much love 💜💜💜 really truly hope this day is being kind to you!!

[quietlyblooms]

the serotonin levels are OFF THE CHARTS!!!

[daisynik7]

cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content, smut - cunnilingus

Author's Note: Barely proofread, completely horny. Enjoy. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

When Nanami comes out of the bedroom for breakfast, he notices you’re already set up at your work desk, expression serious as you face the monitor. 

“You have a meeting right now?” he asks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. 

You relax a bit from his loving smooch. “Yeah. I don’t even need to be in this. My boss just said to hop on and listen in. Said it’s a learning opportunity.” You make air quotations with your fingers at those last two words, rolling your eyes. 

He hums, massaging your shoulders, which are stiff and tense with stress. “I’m sorry.” His thumbs work out a knot; he always knows how to put you at ease at times like this. 

You lean back, tipping your chin up to catch his gaze, smiling. “Thank you, honey. I’m just…annoyed.” Glancing back at the screen, you sit up straight, muttering, “Oh no, it’s starting.” With a click of your mouse, you’re in. A few of the attendees are already chatting, so you keep yourself on mute, not bothering to greet them. 

Instead of heading into the kitchen for his morning cup of coffee, Nanami remains behind you, bowing down to whisper, “Do you want a distraction?” His mouth grazes your ear, his hands gliding up and down your arms. 

Although you’re on mute, you mouth a silent, “What?” to him.

His voice gets lower, sultry. “I’m hungry. And I’m craving my favorite treat right now.” He nuzzles his nose to yours, flashing that lazy smile of his you love so much. “I’ll be quick.” Too much. 

“Kento, are you serious?” The rational part of you knows this is crazy, especially while you’re actively attending a meeting. However, the horny part of you, which seems to supersede everything else, wants your husband’s distraction so badly. The temptation to do something you shouldn’t be doing is too alluring to resist. And besides, you’re virtually non-existent in the conversation happening in front of you. Might as well do something else productive.

He nods, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, just enough to tease a moan out of you. “Baby,” you whine. “We shouldn’t.”

And the two of you know what that really means.

Soon, he’s under the desk, sliding your pajamas bottoms off one leg at a time while you pretend to pay attention to whatever nonsense your coworkers are discussing. Your panties are already wet and Nanami takes his time peeling them off you, biting his lip at the way it glistens with your arousal. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry. In fact, he’s starving. He proves that with how voraciously he eats you out, your legs open wide for him to spread his tongue all over you. His grip is firm on your knees, keeping you split apart, licking and sucking on your clit, coaxing every drop of cum out of you. You can go the entire meeting with his face buried in your wet cunt, his drool mixing in with your slick. 

Suddenly, and to your absolute horror, your name gets called by your manager. “Any questions?”

You try to shove Nanami away, but he’s relentless, latching onto you tighter, sucking on your clit harder, louder. You squeeze his cheeks tightly with your thighs, practically smothering him, but it doesn’t do anything except make him hum, the vibrations only adding to the divine sensation. 

Before this long pause gets any more awkward, you swallow all the saliva pooling in your mouth and unmute yourself. “I’m good, thanks!” you blurt out, muting yourself once more as you let out a drawn-out moan, coming for the fifth time on your husband’s tongue.

The meeting is dismissed shortly after. You shut your laptop closed, scolding your husband, who’s now kissing the plush of your thighs, chin and nose shiny with your cum, a wickedly charming smile on his lips. “Thought you said you wouldn’t have to say anything,” he teases, trying to feign innocence. 

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently. “Thought you said you’d make it quick.”

He comes up from beneath the table, meeting your face with his. “You know nothing is ever quick with me, sweetheart.” Then, he kisses you, pulling you close to him, cock stiff against you, leading you into the bedroom.  

[moonstruckme]

hello! I spent a whole day reading your marauder fics and I am obsessed with them and your writing. I was wondering (if you’re still taking requests) if you could write one with poly!marauders with a slytherin!reader where she acts cold and tough with everyone else but turns soft for the boys and they tease her about it but only because they LOVE it.

hope that’s enough! ❤️

Thank you lovely!!

cw: takes place in the infirmary, our poor lovely Jamie is hurt </3

poly!marauders x slytherin!reader ♡ 931 words

“I’m fine.” You stalk down the hallway, batting away the hands of your friends like mosquitos. “I’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt. Sod off.” 

The door to the infirmary opens, a familiar head of black hair peeking out. He says your name. 

Something in you slackens reflexively. “I’ll meet up with you later,” you tell your pursuers, darting inside. 

You find yourself pressed against Sirius’ chest, his hand covering the back of your head protectively. You don’t try to free yourself from the embrace, but you do angle your head on his shoulder, trying to see the bed behind him. 

“Is James okay?” 

“He is,” comes James’ overly upbeat voice, and you finally get a view of him. He’s sitting upright in bed, his right arm in a sling, looking a bit bedraggled but not much worse for wear. You were terrified he’d be all bloody and broken. Remus sits next to him. His brow is all sewn together, worry flying off him in every direction, and you know he’d be right there with Sirius if his hand weren’t so thoroughly attached to James’ knee. You don’t blame him; you’d only been hit, whereas James had been hit and then fallen thirty feet. 

You’d been watching the Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch match from the stands when a wayward bludger had flown toward you, catching you in the shoulder and knocking you clean over. You’d been too busy getting your bearings to see what happened next, but reportedly a Slytherin beater (who you will be having some heated words with in the common room later) took advantage of James’ distraction to send another bludger his way. He came completely off his broom, and though Sirius had been quick with a spell to slow his descent, you can’t imagine the impact with the pitch was pleasant.

“Are you okay?” Remus turns your question back around on you. 

You nod your head into Sirius’ shoulder, giving him a fierce squeeze around the middle before wriggling out of his grasp. 

“You didn’t hit your head?” you ask James, stealing a chair from another bed and sitting beside him. You burrow your fingers into his curls to feel for yourself. 

“Nope,” he says, catching your wrist with his uninjured hand and kissing the inside. “I’m good, sweetheart. Just dislocated my shoulder s’all.” 

“S’all?” Your voice is incredulous. You feel your face scrunch woefully as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Jamie, I’m so sorry.” 

His eyebrows fly up. “I don’t see what you’d be apologizing for.” 

You grimace, your good shoulder coming up sheepishly. “I distracted you…” 

“You didn’t ask to take a crack from a bludger,” Remus says, quiet but stern. His eyes dip to your shoulder, where the cursed thing had struck. “Let’s see it.” 

You sigh and pull down the sleeve of your jumper. You hadn’t been expecting it to bruise yet, but the red mark is already starting to darken around the edges. James hisses through his teeth as Sirius rounds you, crouching beside your chair to get a better look. 

“Shit,” he says, frowning as he touches the mark gingerly with the tip of his thumb, “are you sure you haven’t knocked your shoulder out too?” 

“I don’t think so,” you say, somewhat quietly. Being at the center of your boyfriends’ combined concern is a disaster for your nerves; it makes you as timid as a first year. 

James pouts at you, taking the hand closest to him and pressing a wet smooch to your palm. 

“I heard you sniping at your friends in the hallway,” Sirius says. “You can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, doll.”

You look at him through your lashes, sheepish. “It does,” you admit. 

He and James coo, and you roll your eyes, turning away from them both. 

Remus’ eyebrows pull up in the middle, his gaze gentle on yours. It softens you considerably. “Think you ought to have it looked at?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” James says brightly, “we could match.” 

Remus’ frown deepens at the reminder, his hand rubbing sympathetically at James’ knee. 

“Thanks, but I’m okay.” You give James a weary smile, but his eyes narrow behind his glasses. 

“You want something,” he says. 

You blink. “No, I don’t.” 

He studies you a second longer, then nods. “Yeah you do,” he decides. “Out with it.” 

You blow out a breath, rolling your eyes, but he waits. You can’t quite look at any of them as you say, “I just sort of want a hug.” 

“Aww,” Sirius croons, all but pushing himself into you as he engulfs you in his arms. “The ice queen melts at last, huh?” 

“Don’t tell anyone,” you mumble wryly, and James laughs, giving your fingers a loving squeeze. “Anyway, I’m not the one who wound up in the infirmary.” 

“Only because Jamie’s smart enough to go.” Remus gives you a meaningful look, but there’s enough softness in it to let you know he’s not really cross with you. Still, you muffle your apology into Sirius’ shoulder. 

He holds you tighter. Digs his fingertips greedily into the material of your jumper. 

“Don’t hurt her shoulder,” James says fretfully. 

“I’m not,” Sirius replies, but he loosens his grip a bit. “I’m not, right?” You hum your agreement, and he’s pressing in on you again, biceps flexing. “You’re our lovebug,” he tells you, teasing undercut by an uncharacteristic firmness. “You know you don’t have to be tough around us, yeah?” 

You grasp the tops of his shoulders in response, an affection so huge it pains you rising in your throat. “Yeah,” you say. 

[cntloup]

Hi ^^ it's my first time requesting something, if you don't like the idea, feel free to turn down my request. Recently I've been reading your writings, particularly, pregnancy ones.

Then I remembered a kind of belief I saw on TikTok, about, if the father really really wanted to have a baby, he will get the pregnancy symptoms instead of the mother, and I imagined Simon getting the nausea, cravings... instead of reader, being annoyed of seeing her laughing at him.

Thanks <3

hiii<3 so this was an interesting idea thank you so much<333 and i had to do a little bit of research. apparently it's pretty common among men to have pregnancy symptoms when their partner is pregnant and it's called Couvade syndrome (sympathetic pregnancy). it's so cute and endearing imo :')

Simon having pregnancy symptoms during your pregnancy :')))

You’re both slumped on the couch in each other’s arms, exhaustion taking over your senses. 

Simon has been experiencing morning sickness more than you recently and you’ve been taking turns in the bathroom for god knows how many hours until now. 

His head rests on your chest as you caress his nape and run your fingers through his hair soothingly. 

“You feeling any better?” you ask him quietly as you notice him dozing off. 

He only hums and you start giggling, getting louder by the second until you can’t control it anymore. 

“What are you laughing about?” he asks, voice muffled by your boobs which have been getting larger and more sensitive, slight irritation evident in his tone as your body vibrates with full-on belly laughter. 

He whines and squeezes your sides lightly with his burly arms. 

“Si, you haven’t noticed?” you ask, finally able to speak between laughs. 

“What?” 

“It’s like you’re the one who’s pregnant.” you giggle again at your own words. 

“Shut up.” he chuckles. 

“I’m serious. You were also eating peanut butter and pickles the other day!” you go on listing all his symptoms and giggling. 

You reach down to rub your hand gently on his tummy as you’ve noticed it has been gaining a little bit of pudge over the last few months along with your belly growing. 

“Maybe I should take some time off work to tend to my pregnant husband.” you mention with a smirk to annoy him a lil bit more :) 

“I said shut up... fuckin’ hell...” he grumbles as he lifts his head to give you an annoyed look, but you notice the faint smile on his lips. 

You grab his face and squish his cheeks between your hands, “You’re so cute, baby!” you mumble and bring him closer for a smooch, pulling away with a loud smack of your lips. 

“I was just messing with you, love.” you murmur as you lean for a tender, loving kiss. 

“I love you, Si.” you coo against his lips. 

“Love you too, dove.” he responds with an adoring smile. 

“... and I’m not pregnant.” 

“You so are!”

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[alottiegoingon]

hc! beecoming three

lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: the one where you are pregnant and lottie loves to take care of you

warnings: endless amount of fluff it might make you throw up, established relationship, lottie and reader live together, characters are aged up, lottie being protective and an angel, mentions of sex but nothing explicit, not proofread

@l0tt1emy i hope you like this bby

𓆦 ever since you told lottie that she was going to be a mom, she became the happiest woman to ever live

𓆦 it’s not like neither of you weren’t expecting it to happen and had spent lots of money so you could finally be moms, but it was a pleasant surprise

𓆦 except for the fact that lottie’s life only purpose was to take care of you now and it was starting to concern you

𓆦 “baby, just come to bed,” you pout, tapping the empty space on your side as you begged her to join you

𓆦 after dinner, lottie had spent hours fixing the smallest details ever on the baby’s bedroom and organizing a huge bag with itens that could be needed for when you two had to rush to the hospital

𓆦 “but we need to be ready! what if the baby decides to come earlier?” she stops by the door holding diapers, with messy hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and looking exactly like 🥺

𓆦 “lott, the baby is six weeks old”

𓆦 lottie would always wake up early to make you breakfast, trying her best to make it healthy and nutritious for you and the baby. at some days, it was still dark outside when you tattered for her in bed but she wasn’t there because she got up at like 5am to get ingredients for meals

𓆦 when you decided to wake up earlier than usual after noticing her absence, you walk on your tiptoes to the kitchen just to find her mixing the ingredients for pancakes in a bowl

𓆦 quietly, you stop behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, briefly giving her cheek a tender kiss and resting your chin on her shoulder. “good morning, love”

𓆦 lottie wasn’t expecting you to be up so early and immediately flinched at your touch, making you two share a good laugh. she looks back at you and kisses your forehead

𓆦 “what are you doing here so early? are you alright? feeling sick? too cold?” she drops everything she’s doing to fully pay attention to you and make sure you are feeling 100% okay, inspecting every inch of your body and even hair

𓆦 “i’m fine,” you say, grabbing lottie’s anxious hands to hold them firmly in order to calm her nerves, “i just missed you. it’s so early, you should be in bed.”

𓆦 “i’m sorry,” lottie, now less anxious, nods and let go of your hands to gently place her warm touch on your stomach and slowly rub her fingers in a caress

𓆦 “i know i’m exaggerating but i just want everything to be okay,” she pouts and you felt the sudden urge to just squeeze her 😫

𓆦 “everything is fine, lottie. everything will be okay thanks to you,” you smile at her, getting closer to cup her cheeks and smooch her entire face

𓆦 eventually, she got less nervous about everything, not worrying or overthinking the small details too much. that doesn’t mean that she was any less eager to please you

𓆦 a few weeks later, you were in bed and it was past midnight when you couldn’t sleep, craving some ice cream. you didn’t want to wake up lottie and make her leave just to get you stupid ice cream but you would die for it at this point!

𓆦 “do you think the market is open now?” you whisper, turning your head to face lottie. it was almost instantly. the second she connected the words ‘market’ and ‘now’ her eyes fluttered open and she was already getting out of bed

𓆦 “i’m on my way, baby! what do you want?” she doesn’t even change clothes, just put a sweatshirt on top of her pajamas and heads out when she got all the information she needed

𓆦 thirty minutes later, lottie called you from the kitchen and the first thing you see when you get there is the counter covered in lots of ice cream with different flavors and a bunch of sweets and chips as well

𓆦 “oh my god,” you gasp, eyes wide open at the scary amount of food

𓆦 “i wasn’t sure if you liked vanilla so i decided to get others as well,” she explained with a super proud smile, “and some other stuff too cause i don’t want you to be hungry”

𓆦 before feasting on a full carton of ice cream, you were pretty sure that lottie almost ran out of breath thanks to your endless kisses and tight hugs

𓆦 singing to the baby was her thing. lazy sundays would be followed by lottie’s soothing voice singing the most beautiful songs ever and, sometimes, songs she wrote herself

𓆦 not only could she sing but she could spend hours speaking to your belly. telling the baby stories from your teenage years or gossiping about aunties taissa and van, reading stories or just being an adorable goofball, lottie was always near

𓆦 sitting on bed, lottie was lying on your side, elbows against the mattress for support and face inches away from your small bump

𓆦 “fuck!” she gasps, quickly withdrawing her hand from you as she feels the baby kicking into her touch. she was freaking out!

𓆦 “wait, sorry, i meant to say duck! please don’t repeat that,” she talks to the baby, hurrying to get closer again and place her entire palm on you, smiling incredibly big

𓆦 “i think the baby likes your voice, lott,” you whisper, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, keeping your fingers in there to rub her scalp

𓆦 “you think so?” she lift her head up to meet your gaze and she’s adorable. her face lights up like a fucking christmas tree ☹️

𓆦 lottie was having the time of her life any time she had to go out with you to shop baby clothes, accessories for the nursery or, really, anything related to you and your child. decorating the nursery was also her favorite activity

𓆦 she would buy thousands of plushies and cute blankets, millions of colorful books and lots of toys even though the baby wasn’t due for another five months

𓆦 “you won’t believe what i got for our baby!” is the first thing she says as she opens the door, running towards the couch where you were in with a box

𓆦 she lets you open and it’s a TINY SHIRT OF THE YELLOWJACKETS TEAM WITH THE NUMBER ZERO ON IT 😔

𓆦 when it became impossible for you to sleep, always sick, irritated, swollen or just exhausted, lottie would stick to your side and would try her best to not fall asleep

𓆦 “i’m not sleepy, i promise. go on, finish that story,” she murmurs with a tired and raspy voice in the pitch black of the bedroom. you couldn’t see her properly but you felt comfortable with your head resting on her shoulder and her hand around your body

𓆦 “so, jackie was telling me that shauna told her that mari once said that she found a recipe for a soup that included boiling a belt!” the tiny remains of any sleep you had inside you vanished as you were gossiping with your girlfriend

𓆦 “can you believe that? and who would ever eat a boiled belt for dinner? people are so crazy nowadays and i-“ you abruptly stop, shifting positions to look up at lottie snoring

𓆦 “oh, you’re sleeping,” you whisper, tightening your lips to suppress a giggle

𓆦 lottie was worried 24/7 but also extremely protective. even if it was extremely hot outside, she would beg you to carry a jacket with you

𓆦 she thought about bringing a spare jacket for you and carry it around just in case you got cold but she really wanted to give you her jacket cause pooks is just a hopeless romantic angel 🤗

𓆦 lottie was very gentle and careful all the time, but when it came to sex, you could practically beg her to do you and she would still be so hesitant

𓆦 not even when giving her very obvious hints like whining on her ear all day long about how needy you were, letting innocent touches linger or putting on a nice lingerie would be enough to convince her. lottie was too worried with the idea of accidentally hurting you

𓆦 just when lottie was much more used to the daily routine of living with her pregnant girlfriend, you wake her up in the middle of the night, poking her shoulder. “lottie? wake up.”

𓆦 taking all the time in the world to turn the small lamp on, lottie knows that everything is fine. you probably just wanted her to get you something to eat or a drink. the lamp on

𓆦 “want some water, love?” she asks, half asleep, rubbing her eyes that were still adjusting to the light

𓆦 “no, i’m okay. but i think the baby is coming,” you whisper, trying not to panic and to not make your girlfriend panic. the baby was early by four weeks!

𓆦 lottie’s sleepy expression and drowsy eyes quickly fade away as she bolts out of the bed, hitting her knee against the bed frame on her way to you

𓆦 “i told you we should have packed the things for the hospital before!!!”

[kteezy997]

You’re So Breedable//T.C. (one-shot)

Information: you’re a housewife and Timmy is your hardworking accountant husband who’s been stuck working overtime a lot lately.

Warnings: smut, a bit of a breeding kink obviously, dirty talk, cursing, finger sucking, cumshot

Timmy was working over time again tonight. He had called your home phone to let you know he would be a couple of hours late. You were so proud of him working so hard to provide for you and your future family, but you couldn’t help but miss being able to spend time with him in the evenings.

You had already finished dinner when he called, so you decided to keep it warm in the oven while you whipped up something for dessert. You decided to bake some apple turnover pastries with a cinnamon icing drizzle over the top.

The turnovers had just come out of the oven, looking golden in the outside and super tasty and you were drizzling the icing on, admiring the brown flecks of cinnamon in the creamy sweetness. You heard the front door of your home open and close and you smiled to yourself as you heard your husband’s footsteps come closer and closer to the kitchen.

“It smells amazing in here.” Timmy said, touching your waist and leaning in to kiss your neck.

The stubble on his upper lip tickled your skin. He had only just begun growing his mustache, so you were still not accustomed to the feeling. “Welcome home, my love.” you cooed.

“Awe, you made turnovers? You’re the best, baby.” he smooched your cheek, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yep, and there’s pot roast ready in the oven. Let me set the table really quick and we can eat.” you peck his cheek, tapping his jaw lightly as you attempted to move away from his grip, but he held you in place.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” he smirked.

“Timothée Hal, I have to get the plates for our dinner.” you insisted.

“Dinner can wait,” he eyes scanned down your body, “I need you now.”

“Timmy…” you squinted your eyes at him and shook your head.

“You know, I was just thinking at working today, “why haven’t I put a baby in my wife yet?” And I didn’t have an answer.”

“But honey, you’re away from home all the time. Wouldn’t you want to wait until you’re not needed at work so much?”

Timmy came to you, putting his hands into your lower back, closing the gap between your bodies. “All of this over time has been worth it, my love. They’ve given me my own office now, and I’ll only work nine to five and Monday through Friday only. It’s perfect. And they’ve given me a pay raise, so I’ll be able to provide for three of us, or four, if we wanted.” He smiled proudly, eyeing your lips for a brief moment.

You blushed, thinking about two little Timothées running around your home, thinking about how hard your husband had been working the last two years you had been married to provide for your family. “Oh, Timmy, I love you and I’m so proud of you.” you beamed, hugging him.

He squeezed you back in a warm embrace, nuzzling into your neck, inhaling your scent. “Mm, you smell amazing. Like cinnamon.” he cooed, his voice low, vibrating against your skin.

You giggled as you felt his lips on the tender spot of your neck.

“You’re so breedable.” he groaned just before picking you up off the ground, tossing you over his shoulder with your bum in the air.

You yelped, laughing, “Timmy, what about dinner?”

“We can warm it back up afterwards.”

……

He tossed you onto the bed.

You put your hands out on either side of you, propped up as you sat watching him undress.

He wore a pale blue button down shirt, that he had undone and exposed his white tank top underneath. His gold necklace shimmered in the bedroom light.

“Are you going to put a baby in me?” you teased.

“Yes, I’m going to put a baby in you. Your belly will bulge with my cum.” He was such a mild mannered, strait-laced working citizen, your husband, so to hear him speak so perverted, so explicitly, it turned you on. It made you ache with need.

He tossed his billowy shirt into the floor, whipping off his wife-beater, and unzipping his trousers. Just as he touched his glasses to remove them, you interrupted, “No, keep them on, please. I love you in your glasses.”

Timmy smirked at you, “What wifey wants, she gets.” He dropped his trousers and boxers to the floor, and climbed on top of you.

You giggled, instinctively putting your hands on him, sliding them over his back. His muscles were hard, but his skin soft and smooth. And he smelled incredible, even after a long day at the office.

He attacked your mouth with hungry kisses, he tore your clothes off quickly.

“Timmy, don’t rip them!” you cried.

“You’re worried about your clothes right now? You should be thinking about my cock.”

You giggled as he removed every article off of you. He touched your pussy, you gasped as his fingers brushed against your warm, wet folds. His fingers were slightly roughed from years of typing and using a calculator, so he irritated your flesh in the most erotic way.

“Are you thinking of my cock?” he demanded, deepening his voice, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock touching your clit.

You shuddered, “I was actually thinking of your fingers, my love.” But you wiggled slightly, feeling eager to have him inside of you.

“Yeah? Taste yourself on them.” he dared, putting his digits to your lips.

You looked in his eyes, unsure.

Timmy nodded, “You should. You always taste good, baby.” He was back to his tender, sweet self for a moment.

You took a gentle hold onto his hand, bringing the tips of his middle and forefinger into your mouth, moistening them even more, tasting the salty and sweet flavor of your slickness.

Your husband bit his lip, groaning ever so softly at the sight. “Do you have to be so breedable? Fuck.”

With that, his plunged his thick cock into you. Unable to do anything else, you kept his fingers in your mouth, sucking.

Timmy’s voice rumble in his throat as he started to buck his hips, slowly at first, stretching you, then faster. The flesh of his skin started slapping against your wet core. “Yesss, ahh.” he groaned, clenching his eyes shut in pleasure.

You shuddered and cried out your moans as his cocked bucked hard into you, deeper and deeper.

His thrusts were rough, but determined. He held your face as he nuzzled into your neck, kissing, nibbling on your throat, cursing under his ragged breath. "You feel amazing, it's hard not to come yet." he muttered.

You placed your hands on his back, not wanting him to ever get off of you. You loved the warmth of his body and the pressure of his weight on you. His balls slapped against your ass as he gained more speed. "Ah!" you yelped, the leg muscles tensing and your toes curling. You hand found his hair, tugging. It was so intense, so warm, and so much friction. You loved feeling so full and so loved.

"Fuck, here it comes." Timmy grunted, "Ah, I'm gonna fill you with my cum, you're having my baby soon." He cupped his sweaty hands onto your hips. "I love you so much."

You felt his sperm spill and spirt into you. He shoved his cock deep inside, fucking the baby making serum further. You let your head fall back, your core felt numb, and you saw only stars. "I love you, Timmy. I'm gonna have your baby." you said weakly as your body went limp.

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[flowerwiththemachinegun]

I love to love all over these guys and I can’t get it out my head. they deserve to be babied and coddled. S/o sitting on their laps headcanons for AGSZC. Yes, I’m sneaking Hojo in here again.

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Cloud

That man was shaking like a chihuahua the first time you plopped on his lap, anxiety went straight through the roof. Questions what you’re doing on him while turning a deep scarlet. He’s a sweating, stuttering mess, immediately overwhelmed

Gonna have to show him where to put his hands (physically) the first 20 times before he instinctively wraps his arms around you whenever you claim him as your seat. Over time he’ll start grabbing you by the waist, gently tugging you down to sit on his lap. Never quite vocalizing what he wants but by now there’s an unspoken language

Loves when you sit across his lap, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Cloud’s eyes fluttering shut as he buries his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, relaxing against you. He’ll hold you there for an indefinite amount of time, not quite ready for your warmth to leave him.

Will definitely fall asleep holding you, acts like he didn’t and childishly denies falling asleep once you notice. “Cloud, you were snoring.” Yea okay that doesn’t mean call the man out on it, he’s embarrassed about everything alright. Don’t tease him too much, he may go into hiding.

His favorite thing, which once again he’s not admitting to, is when you sit on his lap and pepper his face in kisses. Pretends to fight it, giving a displeased groan and half assed attempts to pull his face away from you. Secretly tries to get your lips to connect by coincidently turning his head the same time your lips should’ve met his cheek.

Zack

Prepared to be tickled and squeezed to death. Immediately reacts with glee and pulls you impossibly closer, “Well hello there babe~” you’re the one flustered and you came over here to tease him, why does he always pull the old uno reverse.

If he has to get up to do something he’s carrying you with him, placing you right back in his lap and continuing his assault of cuddles. He’s even attempted carrying you to the bathroom with him since he’s been “Holding it for so long cause he doesn’t wanna let you go”

Will scoop you up and put you in his lap at any given moment but loves it more when you seek out his attention. It just makes him feel so special when you come home from a long day and the first thing you do is drop yourself in his lap. Starts covering you in smooches proceeding to ask how your day has been.

Prefers when you straddle his lap more so he can bury his face directly in your chest, melts into the kisses you lay on the top of his head. Turns into an actual puddle when you tangle your hands in his hair, massaging and occasionally scratching his scalp. (He’s a puppy he loves his scratches)

Will fall asleep like this, definitely will be drooling on you. He’s lucky he’s Zack and everything he does is cute. If you fall asleep in his lap he’ll carry you to bed, tucking you in and crawling beside you, pulling you into more cuddles.

Clingiest one out of the bunch, will get pouty if you deny rights to the throne his lap. You can’t leave him without affection for too long he might stop breathing. Thinks something is wrong when you come home and you don’t plop into his lap as a greeting. If there’s nothing going on with you he puts on his best puppy face “is there something wrong with me then?” Give him what he wants, he doesn’t want much.

Hojo

I know, I know. Why would anyone, right? Stockholm syndrome of course, he’s all you really know and the only person that interacts with you. So when you climbed in his lap for the first time for comfort it felt so right, until he moved from under you less than a minute later.

“I don’t have any use for whatever affections you’re trying to offer me.” Mean old man, playing hard to get and that’s fine. “I only let you out to get a bit of freedom, it would be wrong to leave you in there all of the time.” Finally, a crack in his facade. In turn you respond with a question “Why is it wrong to leave me in my pod all of the time? I don’t ever see you let the others out.” Ignores you for weeks following such a call out but can’t help letting you out eventually.

At some point you notice your attempts to sit in his lap are no longer met with an immediate reaction. He always acknowledges you, at least sparing a glance towards you. It takes baby steps but at least you can sit in his lap for up to 30 minutes now.

Never going to be outwardly affectionate but eventually he stops moving you while you sit on his lap and delves into whatever research you have no interest in no understanding of. “As long as I’m stationary I suppose you could stay for a bit.” Puts his hand on the small of your back if he feels like your balance is off.

Oh he’s wrapping his arms around you now? Not really, at least that’s what Hojo claims. He’s just trying to get a more comfortable position while he’s fiddling with his computer. Apparently it’s also easier to write if he puts one of his arms around your waist. Victory achieved, he lets you use him as a seat.

Angeal (best boy for real)

This suave guy here, definitely pulled you into his lap first during a movie night you two were having. “I just thought you were too far away.” He says, as though the two of you weren’t sitting directly next to each other. muscles arms wrapping around you snuggly.

Angeal’s respectfully touchy, hands roaming over your thighs, rubbing circles soothingly on your back, fingers trailing along your arm. Hands still only touching modest areas of your body. “Look at me.” Likes to make eye contact before kissing you, giving you a warm smile when the two of you part

Sometimes can’t help himself, whispering loving words into your ear as he holds you, opening up emotionally and telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. Other times he just talks to you about any and everything as he holds you.

His favorite form of comfort when he’s feeling troubled. Will just sit quietly with you in his arms even after venting to you about what’s on his mind. Doesn’t always talk about what’s bothering him, opting to stay silent and bury his face into your neck instead.

Lets out a sigh of relief upon making physical contact with you, also melts like butter when you play with his hair. Leaning into your touch when you massage his scalp, he’s practically purring. Especially loves it when you lightly rake your nails across his facial hair occasionally giving his chin little scratches. Makes him smile and he doesn’t even realize it til you point it out.

Sephiroth

This is the one that gets all of the babying. Wasn’t sure what to say nor do the first time you sat in his lap but after a little direction he quickly got comfortable. Very nonverbal about wanting to be coddled but he stares at you until you understand what he wants.

You kind of got him addicted to the amount of affection you show him, climbing on his lap, making him lock eyes with you and telling him just how special you think he is. All of which causes him to blush deeply, it doesn’t matter how many times you do this, he’s a tomato by the time you're done talking to him.

Of course he loves you playing in his hair while you sit on his lap, fingers running through silky strands, hand resting on the back of his neck once you’re done but still unwilling to move. Likes burying his face in your hair, enjoying your scent and holding you tightly.

Holds you against him like you might slip through his hands some days, especially after Genesis goes missing. He constantly seeks out your touch, this is when he starts pulling you into his lap himself, burying his face into your neck. Once Sephiroth called it “his favorite hiding place” he may not let you go for hours.

Is also going to tote you around your home because he isn’t ready to let you go, will read with you in his lap or take care of any work (that he’s allowed to) with you there, his hand rubbing your thigh for extra comfort. Loves when you rub his ear as he reads, found it to be a bit odd at first but you say his ears are cute so he’s inclined to let you do as you please.

When things go south with Angeal there isn’t a moment he isn’t underneath you. Sephiroth’s lap is about the only place he’ll let you sit in private, only parting with you to use the bathroom, shower or of course go to work. Definitely starts falling asleep with you on his lap. If he’s going to sleep so are you though, carrying you to bed and snuggling up to you

Genesis (yes yes, The Rizzler pt 2)

Pulled you into his lap first while teasing you, didn’t let you go for a while because “I wasn’t expecting such a simple act to feel so perfect.” Tells you how beautiful you are as he wraps his arms around you. His words can be too much sometimes, all you can do is tuck yourself into his neck and smile. Which is fine with him, he’s going to keep talking because he knows you love it.

Dunno about yall, but I think this man can sing. One hand firmly set on your thigh, making sure he holds you in place, his other hand on your chin to make sure that you’re looking at him. Sings you love songs and makes sure to make eye contact with you on the lyrics he feels you two connect to the most. It’s contagious and you can’t help but sing along with him at times.

Of course he reads Loveless to you while you sit in his lap. It makes him smile when he realizes you actually pay attention every time he reads it instead of drowning him out like others tend to. Sometimes uses it as an excuse to hold you in place a bit longer. “Let me finish the next act and I’ll let you up.” Genesis ends up reading Loveless in its entirety; it doesn't fail.

Loves you straddling his lap, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” You were the one supposed to be making him melt. true owner of the uno reverse card. Sitting on his lap like this may result in you ending up in your back.

Loves words of praise, tell him exactly how you feel as he holds you. His arms wrapping around you tighter with each word that reaches his heart. Sometimes the two of you are so love sick and just get wrapped up saying the sweetest things to each other.

“Mmm my Genny-poo~” you coo at him from time to time. One of the only ways to make him blush, maybe it’s how sickeningly sweet it is that causes a light tint to spread across his cheeks. Called him that in front of Angeal and Sephiroth once, Sephiroth now frequently calls him Genny-poo to torment him.

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Genesis especially has been rotting my brain lately, which I have no complaints about. This man is getting a whole fic from me.

[anemptypuddingcup]

contains semi-public sex.

Got a glimpse of Film Gold and immediately started writing.

“Oh my goodness Luffy! You did so good out there!~ Good job all three of you!~” You hug Luffy tightly as you both walked out of the raceway, with Luffy winning ten times the amount of beri it costed to get in. Luffy smiles brightly as he had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, appreciating the affection he was earning for their win.

“I could barely focus cuz of ya an’ th’outfit ya got on~ I couldn’ stop thinkin’ bout’ it~ M’happy we won that though!” He says to you, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks. You blush and pepper a kiss to his cheek, making his body burn up with excitement. “Aw, don’t act like you’re not looking up to par either Luffy~ My handsome little man~” You complimented him, softly yanking on his flower-printed collar.

“Ya keep tellin’ me how good I look and I might rough ya up~” Luffy warns, his arm pulling you closer to him while his other hand grip your dress strap. You smirk mischievously and giggle as he swoops you off of your feet, your glittery heels nearly slipping off as he pulls you up into his arms. “Oi Nami! We’ll be back! We’re gonna go play sum games togetha!~” Luffy’s yells to Nami, a wide smile spread across his face.

Nami turns to you both and sighs. “Don’t you two get in any trouble, and make sure you know how much beri it costs in the games this time! You idiot..” Nami scolds Luffy. Luffy nods and runs off with you, carrying you into another game room with the casino’s game chips jingling within his pocket.

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“Ahhh L-Luffy~” You mewled out heavily as you felt him shove his cock deeper inside of your gushy little cunt, your walls squeezing him tight as he thrusted into you with ferocity. Luffy lets out little grunt as he felt your cunt squeeze and suck him in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn’t slip from his grasp. “Fuck, ya squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight~” He groans out heavily, the texture of your sequin dress rubbed roughly against his fingers.

You gripped his pearly white vest tightly as he ruts into you, your toes curling within your glimmering heels as they began to slip from your feet. Luffy lets out a lengthy gasp as he stared into your eyes through his candy-glass shades, whimpering a bit before smushing his chapstick-coated lips into your glossy ones. He suckles and bites on your lip while lifting one of your legs up a bit higher to hit you at a deeper angle, making you mewl out louder.

“Mmgh! A-Ah! O-Oh god~” You moan out, pressing your face deep into his neck and getting a deep whiff of his strong cologne. “Fuck baby~ M’gettin’ close~” He huffs out, pushing your back a bit farther against the stall door. You whimper out as your nails began to dig into his vest, leaving a few marks while his cock kissed your cervix.

A sudden gasp leaves you and you arch your back as he shoves his cock deeper into your cunt, close to pushing past cervix and deeper inside of you. “Mmgh! Luffyyyy!~” You bit your bottom lip tightly while your brows begin to furrow from the pleasure. Luffy breathe heavily and his eyes begins to roll back as he begins to move his hips a bit faster against yours. “Mhh! Mhh fuck baby~ Ya gonna make me cum~” He mewls out shakily, burying his face deeper into you neck.

“Ooh Luffy~ I’m so close too, please keep going faster~” You gasp out, shutting your eyes tightly before gasping out for air. You hear Luffy chuckle against your neck before he press smooches against your neck, leaving oily chapstick marks behind. “Cmon an’ cum then baby gal~ Wancha to cum ‘round my dick~” Luffy urges you, a heavy huff leaving his lips. Your wrap your legs around his hips tightly while he pulls your dress up a bit farther with one hand, making sure you wouldn’t ruin it with your sweet juices.

“Oh Luffy~ Luffyyyy!~” You groan out heavily and hit your bottom lip a bit tightly, close to scarring it as the pleasure began to fill and fuck up your brain. Luffy presses his lips against your once again, stuffing his tongue past your cherry-flavored lips and dominating you while you let out a muffled moan. Your hand slowly trail up his neck and to his fluffy curls, combing your fingers through them while he continued to thrust up into you.

Feeling Luffy’s cock twitch within your warm and soaking walls, a groan leaves him as he felt himself ready to burst deep inside of your needy pussy. His arms wraps tightly around your body and his hands practically grip your dress as he groans out heavily. He pulls his lips from yours and lets out a breath moan, his legs trembling as he struggled to hold his orgasm back a bit longer.

“G-Gonna! Baby m’gonna!~” He gasps out and throws his head back while his hips trembled against yours. “Please! Please! Do it Luffy!” You begged, a lengthy angelic moan leaving your glossy lips as you felt yourself ready to cum around his length. “F-Fuck! Fuck m’cummin’!” He shuts his eyes tight and his body shudders against yours before he lets out a gasp of pleasure, his cock finally spurting cum deep inside of your warm cunt before he lets out another whine.

You mewl out heavily and your legs trembles as you squirt out onto his lower abdomen, coating his tanned sun-kissed skin. A little laugh spills from Luffy’s lips before he presses a kiss to yours, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you through his shades. “Ohhh~ Oh Luffyyyyy~” You moan out, hugging him tight while you tired your best to recover from your orgasm. “Shishishi~ Look at it drippin’ down ya thigh~” He whispers, looking down at your thighs and the marble bathroom floor.

You whimper out and he presses one more kiss to your lips to soothe you, giving you a sweet smile afterwards. “Can ya stand baby?~” He asked, lifting you up a bit more so you couldn’t slip from his grasp. “M-Mhh…I-I dunno.” You admit, looking away as a bit of blush dusted your cheeks. Luffy snickers and pulls your panties back in place before fully pulling your dress down your legs.

“Ya lucky this dress is long enough~ They woulda been able to see m’sticky cum leakin’ down ya thighs~” He whispers to you, a little chuckle leaving him. You blush as his lewd words and sigh before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Cmon~ Let’s go play some more games~ We can finish the rest tonight can’t we baby?~” You asked, pulling his thick and lighter straw hat onto his head. He nods before slowly placing you down onto the floor.

“Yeah~ Wanna fuck ya in ya dress when we get back though~ Shishishi~” Luffy snickers, his hand wrapping around your waist once again to prove support for you. You smile before chuckling to him. “Of course baby, as long as you promise to keep your sexy little suit on for me~” You whisper to him before pressing a smooch to his cheek.

[the-kr8tor]

I love love love your work!!!! This is my first time sending a request so I hope I’m doing it right 😭,, I was wondering if you could do reader x Hobie Brown,,where the reader is a HUGE bookworm and loves talking about current reads/ literature in general. The reader is worried about annoying Hobie while talking because they think he doesn’t care about books or the topic is boring, so she stops yapping about her books and Hobie finds it weird or something 😭😭🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Hihi! Thank you so much!! Hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

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“—and you know what happens next?” You exclaim, tone high and excited. Hobie sits comfortably in between your legs, his hands tinkering with your broken clock whilst you ramble on about a new read. You answer your own question a mere second later. “She fucking fell of the tower, taking down the villain with her!” Fingers kneading softly at his nape, it's more for your pleasure than his (he loves it anyway)

You can't see it but Hobie has a huge grin on his face. He, like usual, would always sport the same smile whenever you talk about your books. He'd always find himself enamored by the plot just from you talking about it. Whether it's romance or horror, he loves it when you share your stories with him. He'd let you ramble on for hours if you want to. The clock in his hand was repaired by him thirty minutes ago, but he'll be damned if he interrupts your pleasant chatter.

His vision is filled with your face a second later, eyebrows knitted together, and a pout on your pretty lips. He resists the urge to kiss it away.

“Are you okay?” You ask, and he quirks a brow at your question.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?”

“I've been a chatterbox all day, your ears must be ringing from my voice.” You clear your throat nervously. “Sorry, Hobs, can you tell me about your day?” You rhythmically tap his clavicle, a nervous habit of yours that he finds endearing.

“Love, my ears are perfectly fine at listening to you talk.” Hobie slithers his hand up to the back of your head, not pushing or pulling you away, just comfortably holding onto you. “And you know I love my chatterbox.”

You sigh, arms laying still on his torso, chin tucked atop the crown of his head. “I haven't given you the chance to talk, I've been blabbering the entire time about my book. You must be so bored, do you want to turn the telly on instead?”

“Love?” He calls tenderly as he leans his head down so he could see you in all your glory.

“Yeah?” You answer back with the same softness, and a small smile on your lips when you see through his lopsided smile and hazel eyes that are practically in the shape of hearts.

Hobie chuckles, hands leaving the clock to hold the side of your thighs, squeezing lightly. The pads of his calloused fingers glide down to your knees, laying there comfortably like you're a seatbelt on a rollercoaster.

“You could talk about how paint is made and I'd listen to you for hours on end.” Your cheeks warm up at his comment, it's your turn to resist a much needed smooch on his handsome face. “I'm just lucky that you're into more interesting things.”

“You're okay with me talking about my stories?”

“I'll do you one better.” He twists around on the floor to loop his arms around your waist. Pushing you close to him, chin laying on your thigh, he tilts his head, knowing that the simple act makes you melt. With a proud smirk, he taps the small of your back. “Read the book to me? You're killing me with anticipation here, love, what happens next?”

You hide your quickening heartbeat with a huff. “Okay, but don't hate me if you don't like what happens next.” You practically leap off the couch to fetch the book when he nods at you. His laugh echoes and follows you around as you rummage through your piles of books.

[w-a-t-e-r-m-e-l-o-n-e]

eye stuff

featuring: hinata shoyo

warnings: none, sfw, fluffy, smooching, maybe a little cringy

hinata shoyo x g/n reader

a/n: this was my first time writing a kiss so hope it’s okay </3. at least, I think it is. maybe just on this account. not really sure why but I really like this fic

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being best friends for years would lead you to believe you knew everything about someone. you would think that after moving across the world to a different country with him, there could be nothing left about hinata shoyo that would surprise you. yet, here you were, surprised and chasing him around your shared apartment.

it should’ve been an ordinary day. you were supposed to buy groceries and go back home, but on the way out of the apartment, hinata spotted a beach volleyball game short one person and immediately jumped in. without his goggles.

“shoyo, it’s just one drop in each eye and you’ll feel so much better!”

he shook his head vehemently, managing to run around the couch despite his clearly irritated, teary eyes. “I can’t do eye stuff, y/n. it freaks me out!”

“stop calling it ‘eye stuff’, you make it sound like I’m trying to do something weird!”

you continued to circle each other slowly, him always managing to stay out of your reach. despite your pleas, he held firm that he could never willingly use them. you made one last attempt, deciding to jump over the couch. hinata’s eyes widened as you stepped onto the cushion, ready to launch yourself over. he was making his escape when he heard your yelp and crash as your foot got stuck and you plummeted to the ground.

“oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?!”

he ran to your side and kneeled next to you as you groaned on the floor. he spotted the mischievous glint in your eye a second too late. you looked over to him and tackled him backwards, cackling at his look of horror. you scrambled to sit on his waist before he could get up.

he looked up at you betrayed, still trying to blink the sand out of his eyes, “was that all a set-up??”

you shook your head and held your throbbing nose with a strong sense of victory. he squirmed at the sight of the drops in your hand, trying to cover his face. you managed to pry his arms out of the way, leaning in as he squinted. you inspected his expression and sighed, “never mind, I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

you began to get up, but his hands gently grabbed your hips. when you looked back, he was defeated, eyes red, “just get it over with.”

you smiled and leaned over him, your free hand cupping his face. he watched the bottle nervously, but his gaze eventually shifted to your concentrated look, eyes narrowed and lips parted. your eyebrows furrowed as you watched his face, waiting for him to stop closing his eyes at your every movement. they finally managed to stay open long enough for you to squeeze a drop into each one quickly before he could change his mind. his hands squeezed your hips instinctively and then relaxed as he got used to the feeling. he blinked harshly, tears rinsing the sand out. you gently wiped his cheeks with your thumbs and grinned triumphantly at him, “that wasn’t so bad, right?”

he stared at you for a moment, neither of you looking away. being with shoyo was always easy, comfortable, but for some reason, the way he was looking at you was making it hard to breathe. his eyes flickered between yours and your slightly agape lips. with a characteristic lack of hesitation, he pushed himself up on his elbows and pressed his lips to yours.

you were still, your eyes wide and lips unmoving. in your years of friendship, nothing like this had happened before. at least, not to this extent. sure, you’d found yourself admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and how it felt like the sun was beaming down on you when he waved, but all of that was normal. simple, fleeting feelings in passing moments that lived deep in the recesses of your mind. little things that you would never let ruin what you had with him.

you pulled away and watched his eyes fly open, face turned panicked, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”

you grasped his shoulders and looked to the side nervously, “no, it’s- it’s okay. can I..?” your voice trailed off as you turned back to him, hand moving back to his cheek. he nodded once and that was all it took.

your eyes fluttered closed as your lips met. this time it was steadier, realer. he reached up to trace your jaw and let his hand linger. your heartbeats were loud, reverberating between the two of you. it was sweet. like shoyo. your shoyo.

that thought had your face flushing and you pulled away, out of breath. he pushed himself up, chasing after you. he finally opened his eyes and soaked you in. he gripped your hips like he was afraid you’d try to leave and asked, tone serious, “can we do that again?”

thank you for reading <3

[champagnesprays]

a snippet of my poly!chardando fic ft. charles and daniel making out

i've been working on this since october and it's still not done, but i'm almost at 3k (i’m very slow i know) so i thought i would post a little preview because i'm too excited tbh

the whole fic is essentially centered around a poly relationship between charles, daniel, lando and the reader, but this part only contains charles and daniel (chaniel? or lecciardo?) as they're just impatient little shits

so enjoy (hopefully) these almost 500 words of my lightweight brainrot (the heavy parts come later hehe) and don't hesitate to give me any feedback (my inbox is open for any thoughts and requests), it would be much appreciated, thank youu for reading!<33

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“Na-uh,” he murmured and grabbed Charles by his waist, pulling him back and into his embrace. Charles was slightly taken aback by Daniel’s sudden actions, but not in a bad way. His heart skipped a beat at the closeness of his partner that he has been yearning so long for. Daniel’s left hand rested on Charles’ back firmly holding him against his chest, while his right hand snaked its way onto Charles’ neck, his thumb slowly stroking the Monegasque’s flushed cheek.

“You’re not going anywhere, I’ve missed you too much for that,” Daniel said in a hushed voice laced with need.

“I’ve missed you, too, Dan,” Charles replied slightly shyly and smiled, fondness visible in the way he looked at the Australian. He hooked his hands behind Daniel’s neck and run his fingers through the hair on the back of his head. When their lips finally met after weeks, Charles felt like his heart was going to explode and Daniel was buzzing with happiness. You watched them have their little moment, engulfed in their kiss, and pouted a little at the sight. You loved seeing your boys be so happy and in love. It would certainly be nice to join them, but instead you went to sit on the couch to give them some space; you’re going to have plenty of opportunities to shower them both in affection later. Daniel just happened to snatch Charles faster than you, which did not surprise you considering being fast was what he did for a living.

Even though you left to sit down, you were not immune to their smooching; the open kitchen was connected to the living room and you had a nice view of them from your spot. Charles moved his right hand from Daniel’s neck to his bicep, gently squeezing the muscle, which had him weak in the knees. Thankfully, Daniel was still supporting him with a hand around his waist, holding him as close as possible. His tongue traced Charles’ lower lip and then bit it and sucked on it a little bit, which made Charles moan. Their kiss became more heated and Daniel started to move slowly, pushing Charles’ back against the kitchen countertop. “Up,” Daniel huffed huskily and Charles obliged. With the help of his partner’s arm, he lifted himself on the countertop and parted his legs wide so Daniel could fit in. He leaned back into Daniel to kiss him again, gently caressing his cheeks. Daniel rubbed Charles’ bare thighs, since he was only in his boxers, slowly moving up to his waist and under his shirt, to explore all of that skin he’s been craving. Charles scooted closer to Daniel and hugged his torso with his legs, pressing his semi-hard cock to Danny’s stomach.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

You beautiful Butterfly you ! You know I can not let the 450 followers slide without yelling CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!! You deserve them and oh so many more of them!

I might not be around ( just yet, mind you, I will be back again stalking and all ) but this? I am so hopping on the celebration train with you.

So ofcourse I must add to the requests and see if you get to it ( or not, that is fine too cause you know, celebration!!!!!! )

I am not going with the man I love deeply, but with someone else this time, because well.... I love him too.... deeply ( much like other brothers of his teehee ).

Commander Wolffe x F. Reader

And the prompts? : 10."Youre lucky yuo got away with only a scratch." and: 6. "Im trying to fix your hair, so hold still."

As always, lub ya ! Smooches and huggles ( also from Boba and Jango ) and see ya soon ( or stalk ya soon )

Awww @ladykatakuri. it means so much that you reached out when you are going through things. Thank you so much love. I hope you find this enjoyable and what you were hoping for.

Love oo,

Can't Keep Doing This

Warnings: Injury, concussion, explosion, near-death, hurt, comfort, declarations, slight angst. I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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Your eyes fluttered open, as you took in the ceiling above your head, only to be obscured by the medic droid flashing the scanner right into your eyes and down your body. You groaned as the light from the scanner practically blinded you. 

“Patient is fine, mild concussion. Patient will remain for one more day.” That’s all the droid reported as it hovered over to the next patient.

There was too much noise and too much light, you used your hand to block out some of the light, when you saw a hand reach over your head and turn down the lighting. You let out a sigh of relief, as you heard the privacy screen door close.

“You’re lucky you got away with only a scratch.” Wolffe’s voice boomed over you, you had a feeling he was doing it on purpose to make you realize how easy things could’ve ended for you.

“Isn’t that why you always call me your lucky trooper?” You teased, wanting to push his buttons. 

His brow furrowed as he looked at you crossing his arms over his chest, “You really want to test me, at this moment. You had no regard for your own safety when you pushed me out of the way of that explosion.”

You looked him in the eyes as best you could, “Wolffe … I … I couldn’t just do nothing…”

He let out a sigh of understanding, because the truth was if it was him, he would’ve done the same. Both of you understood there was something between you, yet, neither of you discussed it but you both knew. He was in love with you. You were in love with him. Truly, he couldn’t be that upset, because if it were he and he saw a grenade heading your way, he would’ve pushed you out of the way too. 

“Fine. But … you can’t do this to me … again …” he subtly gripped your hand, squeezing it tight, fighting the urge to kiss you. He wanted to show you how much he cared, how much he loved you but somewhere along the way you both decided without even a discussion you’d wait until the end of the war. Why? He had no idea. At the time it made sense, but now … 

“I promise,” you whispered, as you squeezed his hand back, “Really, I’m fine. It’s just a mild concussion. I still remember you, and your annoying habit of rolling your eyes.” You smirked hoping to ease his stress. 

“Well … as long as you remember the important things,” Wolffe looked into your eyes, saying all the things neither of you dared to speak out loud. 

A soft smile graced your lips as you looked at him, imagining what it would’ve been like to kiss those lips you thought so often about. You tried to get comfortable but the bun on the back of your head was bothering you more than you realized.

“What’s wrong with you?” He narrowed his eyes as he noticed you kept shifting your head. 

“It’s this stupid bun, it’s making it uncomfortable for me to keep my head back.”

Wolffe reached over without even being prompted to help, he gently lifted your head and started to undo the bun on the top of your head, the only problem was it felt as though there was a giant knot somewhere and it was hurting. You tried to shift your head to help him get a better angle.

“Would you stop, I’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still.”

“I’m trying but something’s pulling on my scalp, hold on.” You reached behind you and gently undid the knot that was causing you pain, once you undid it, Wolffe ran his fingers through your hair, loosening it as best he could.

“Better?”

You nodded, as enjoyed the warmth from his hands as he gently rested your head on the pillow again. You leaned into his hand when he didn’t remove it right away. Enjoy the way his rough hand  rubbed against your skin, the way the scent from his wrist filled your nose.

“Much better” you hummed in contentment, feeling the bed shift as he sat beside you.

“You really scared me. When I saw you go flying … I thought …” his voice died as he fought back the tears, “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t just act like it doesn’t matter, when you’re the only thing that does.”

You opened your eyes and looked into his, your hand reaching up to wipe away the tears.

“I don’t want to act like it doesn’t kill me not to be in your arms, or to hold you in mine. I don’t want to keep doing this either.”

Wolffe leaned down, smiling as he gently pressed his lips against yours, memorizing how your lips felt and moved against his. “When you get released, you and I need to actually sit down and talk.”

“Talk?” You smirked.

He grinned a mischievous smile, “Well, maybe a very specific form of talking.” He chuckled as he kissed your lips again.

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[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

PDA | Preference

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: This is a semi short fic for the slashers, but I wanted to start off my blog somewhere! I’ll be back as soon as I can with some more. I’m going to be doing quite a few different chapters, and I’m always open to new ideas! 

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead. 

For my growing list of preferences and scenarios, you can follow along here! 

Art The Clown

The two of you aren’t out in public together very often. With you having a busy work schedule, and Art being… well…

Instead, most of your time is spent in the safety and privacy of your apartment. Windows closed, shades drawn, lamps on and a movie playing while the two of you sit on the sofa together and you end up smooshed against his side when he pulls you in for a tight hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. On Halloween, one of the very few times you’re ever out with Art, he doesn’t do much. Truthfully, he’s too busy keeping an eye out for victims— as well as police. He will hold your hand, exaggeratingly swinging it between the two of you for fun, and he may dip to press a kiss to your lips as well— but it would be fast before he’s back on the lookout.

Billy Loomis

When the man says that he doesn’t care much about displaying his affection for you publicly, he means it. There isn’t a time, it seems, that his arm isn’t snug around you. That his hand isn’t in your back pocket when you’re walking in public. When you’re not holding his hand and snuggling into his side. It doesn’t matter where you are, he’d going to hold you as he pleases. Now, he has limits when it comes to these things, especially with his kisses. Billy would only ever get too intense with you if somebody wouldn’t stop staring at you when it’s very clear you’re with him. His kisses are usually quick and soft. Only every now and then will he press a slower kiss to your lips when you’re out in public.

Stu Macher

If there’s one thing that Stu cares nothing about, it’s the concept of PDA. His arm is always around you and it’s often in your back pocket so that he can give your ass subtle (not subtle) squeezes and see if he can make you squeal. He often kisses you whenever he feels like it, whether it be a quick peck to the forehead or if it’s a smooch on the lips. As much as he loves that you and Billy are good friends, Stu has always worried that you might change your mind about him and decide that you’re into his best friend, so when the three of you are together he stays rather attached at your hip.

Brahms Heelshire

Rarely, and I mean very rarely, are you ever out in public. As far as Brahms is concerned, outside on the property with the chance of the grocery boy spotting you two together would be considered “Public.” With that being said, he doesn’t really care at all if the grocery man saw the two of you together; in fact, the more that man that likes to linger his eyes on you saw you kissing Brahms back in such a sweet way, the better. Whenever the two of you are outside of the house, his hand is locked in yours. It could be hot and you could be sweaty, but your fingers would still be laced together. And he’ll kiss you when he pleases. If that just so happens to be when the gate opens and a car comes down the driveway, so be it.

Corey Cunningham

At the beginning of your relationship, he had absolutely no clue how to insinuate PDA. He didn’t even hardly know how to insinuate things when the two of you were alone. At first, it was nearly 100% up to you. To grab his hand and lace your fingers. To press a kiss to his cheek or his lips. To sit as snug as you could against his side and rest your head on his shoulder. Nowadays, after everything that happened and everything you’ve been through, he finds it much easier to grab you by the waist, pull you close to him and kiss you when someone is staring. After all, most people do— you were stunning and he knew even after all these years that he was the luckiest he could ever be to have you with him.

Mark Hoffman

He’s a jealous man. A possessive man. A protective man. There’s not a single thing or person in this world that he’s going to allow to hurt you. At this point in his life, you’re really all that he has. Therefore, he makes it clear to everybody that you’re not up for grabs. That you spend every night with him and all of his days off. He always holds your hand when you’re out. He always has his arm around your waist in a safe, protective manner. He has a strong stare, one not many dare to go against. Anybody eyeing you up quickly turns away. This goes along with his public kisses; he isn’t afraid to claim you as his own. Kissing your forehead sometimes, pressing a quick smooch to your hand, pulling you in by the waist and kissing your lips. Whether it be in a jealous manner or simply because he wants to, Mark doesn’t care too much about people finding his kissing you to be a burden.

Michael Myers

No. The two of you do not exist in the outside world together. Simply, no.

Pinhead

You’re hardly ever out with Pinhead. And if you are, it’s when the beings are causing mass destruction and bringing Hell to earth. In that case, he keeps you by his side, not wanting you to get caught in the crosshairs of what is to continue coming for the people in the town. However, he worries about you. The Cenobites are everlasting. But you— you’re a mere mortal with little means to protect yourself. Therefor, you spend a good majority of your time with Pinhead. Kept safe from harms way by the Cenobites and close to your very own being. However, Pinhead is unused to human affection; you need to teach him what it’s like to feel a person again. Holding hands in public is something that is common. Kissing— well, it’s hard enough as it is in private…

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Omg so I have to ask this buttttt could you do an imagine with Rooster where he’s taking care of you while you’re sick? Tested positive for Covid today and I feel like absolute TRASH so this would make my whole day lol

Oh no!! That sucks so much, I hope you feel better soon!

P.S. You were probably expecting a fluffy piece but I may have a different idea of what "taking care of" entails lol oops, sorry if it wasn't what you were expecting XD

Summary: You're sick and your boyfriend knows just what to do to make you feel better.

CW: smut, swearing

WC: 500+

“Stop kissing me!” you squeal as your boyfriend snuggles into your side and starts smooching you behind the ear. He’d just set a fresh mug of tea on your bedside table, the fifth one in two hours, and has hopped into the bed because he ‘misses you.’

“No,” he responds assertively, but you can feel his smile against your skin.

“Roos, you’re going to get sick!”

You feel his tongue glide along your neck.

“Bradley!” you cry, squirming to get away from him. “I’m contagious!”

His arm snakes around your stomach and pulls you back toward him. “I don’t care.”

You turn your face away as he kisses your cheek, trying your best not to breathe all over him. “Bradley, please,” you whimper as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

“Relax, your arm isn’t contagious,” he says musingly, planting several drawn-out kisses along your shoulder. “Your back isn’t contagious,” he continues, his hot breath bathing the back of your neck. His grip on your waist tightens and you try to suppress a moan because you don’t want to encourage him.

“Bradley,” you breathe as he shifts downward, his head now hovering over your chest.

He pulls at the blanket slightly and you shiver. “Your tits aren’t contagious,” he says, running a hand over your breast as your nipple hardens distinctly underneath the white cotton of your t-shirt. He puts his lips around it over your shirt.

“No, Roos, I’m all sweaty and dirty,” you whine, trying to remember the last time you had a shower.

Bradley grins, looking up at you mischievously. “Say that again,” he says.

You grimace. “I’m dirty?”

“Yeah, you are,” he growls, sucking harder on your breast. “You're my dirty girl,” he mutters and you clamp your mouth shut because the rasp in his voice is so damn hot, you could scream. You drop your hand on his head, your fingers raking through his sandy hair. Okay, he can have your nipple. But that’s it.

Said no one, ever.

You sigh as Bradley’s mouth moves further down your ribs. “Bradley,” you moan as he starts to lift your shirt to kiss your stomach. “I’m cold!”

Without a word, Bradley pulls the blanket over his head, covering your body and even tucking you in before his lips land once again on your midriff. “Your ass isn’t contagious,” you hear him mutter under the comforter as he squeezes your butt cheeks, lifting your bottom up off the bed to tilt your pelvis upward. He kisses the inside of your thigh. “You know what else?”

“Oh, dear lord,” you whimper.

“Shh,” you hear from under the covers. “Drink your tea,” he says. “You need your fluids.”

The way his fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass is consuming you, however, and you’ll be having no fluids until he’s finished his. “Roos, can you breathe under there?” you ask feebly, peeking under the covers.

“I’m good, baby,” he says. “Let me take care of you.”

You exhale sharply. “Oh, fuck, Rooster, you are so going to get sick.”

You feel the vibrations of his chuckle on your inner thigh. “Well, then, you'll just have to take care of me.”

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[queenofwands89]

The Sweet Symphony of Sunday

Summary: On a laid-back Sunday, Negan, his wife y/n, and their three kids transformed their kitchen into a hub of joy and cookie-making mayhem.

Characters: Negan x reader (OC, Third Person)

Warnings: Fluff, Cooking, Negan being dirty-minded.  Word count: 1,767

AO3 Link

Notes: A short dad!Negan fic because I'm a whore for him. Enjoy!

The warm aroma of freshly baked cookies wrapped around the kitchen, a heartwarming melody accompanying the laughter and chatter that filled the space. On this particular Sunday, Y/n and Negan's home was a bustling hub of family activity, all hands on deck for what was shaping up to be the best batch of chocolate chip cookies yet. Y/n surveyed the counter with precision, ingredients laid out like the pieces of a well-loved story. “Alright, team,” she began, her voice a blend of encouragement and command. “Let’s make this the batch that rocks our world!”

Negan, with his undeniable charm, wrapped an arm around her, whispering in her ear, “Baby, every batch you make rocks my world.” His words, always right on the edge of playful and sincere, made her laugh, a sound as sweet as the sugar waiting to be mixed. As Y/n's laughter danced through the air, Negan took the moment to pull her closer. The children, momentarily preoccupied with their cookie creations, were oblivious to the tender exchange between their parents. With a gentle hand, Negan tilted Y/n's chin toward him, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that always made her heart flutter. “Really, darling,” he said in a low, earnest voice that only she could hear, “You rock my entire world. Not just with these cookies, but with everything you do.”

The sincerity in his eyes told her that this wasn't just another one of his playful remarks—it was a truth that he lived by. And before she could respond, Negan brushed his lips against hers in a kiss that was as much a promise as it was a show of affection. The world around them seemed to blur into the background, the sounds of the kitchen fading as they shared this moment, wrapped up in each other. It was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes, conveying years of shared smiles, struggles, and love—all the ingredients that made their life together as sweet and fulfilling as the cookies they baked.

As Negan and Y/n shared their sweet moment, it didn't take long for their bubble to burst as the observant eyes of their children caught the display of affection.

"Ewwww!" Joshua exclaimed theatrically, playfully covering his eyes but peeking through his fingers, unable to resist witnessing the scene.

Daisy and Liam joined in the chorus, their young voices overlapping in mock disgust. "Yucky!" Daisy squealed, sticking out her tongue while Liam added with a giggle, "Mommy, Daddy, stop smooching!"

Negan and Y/n couldn't help but laugh, pulling apart from their embrace. "Oh, you guys will understand one day when you're older," Negan assured them with a wink, ruffling Joshua's hair.

Y/n nodded in agreement, her heart full despite the playful reprimands. "Exactly! And you better believe we'll be the ones saying 'eww' then!" she teased, as she began to direct them back to the task at hand.

After a moment, Y/n was greeted by the sight of Negan's hazel eyes twinkling with joy. "Now, let's finish up these cookies, shall we?" He said with a chuckle, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before turning back to their children, who were eagerly waiting for the next instruction.

Joshua, their spirited eight-year-old, declared with the confidence of a born leader, “I’m in charge of mixing!” His eyes shone with the thrill of responsibility as he took his position at the bowl.

Meanwhile, Liam, ever the gentle soul, carefully measured the chocolate chips. “Do we have enough?” he asked, looking up at Y/n with big, earnest eyes.

Y/n nodded, ruffling his hair. “Just perfect, sweetie. You’re doing great.”

And Daisy, their youngest firecracker, already had her fingers in the dough. “Daddy, taste!” she demanded, presenting Negan with a dollop of her ‘creation’.

Negan pretended to inspect it closely. “Hmm, top-notch work, my little chef,” he praised before popping the dough into his mouth, making Daisy giggle delightedly.

As they all settled in, the comforting smell of cookies starting to bake filled the kitchen. Amidst this homely scene, Joshua wore a look of nervous anticipation, the upcoming Little League game weighing on his mind.

"Mom, do you think I'll play well in the game?" Joshua's voice trembled slightly, betraying his anxiety about the performance.

Y/n knelt down to his level, her eyes brimming with encouragement. "You're going to do great," she reassured him, her confidence buoying his spirits. "Just remember to enjoy yourself, that's the most important thing."

Seemingly comforted by his mother's words, Joshua's earlier tension began to dissolve, giving way to his broader dreams. "Then, do you think I can be a baker and a baseball player?" he asked, curiosity lighting up his features.

"Absolutely," Y/n responded without hesitation, her smile warm and affirming. "You can be anything you put your mind to."

The warmth of the conversation seemed to pull Negan deeper into the moment. Moving towards Joshua, he placed a loving kiss atop his oldest son's head, a simple gesture that spoke volumes of his support and affection. "That's right," Negan began, his voice laced with conviction and a hint of pride. "Whether it's on the field or in the kitchen, if you're passionate about it, you're going to succeed."

As the conversation shifted, Liam, inspired by his brother's ambition, chimed in with his own heartfelt aspiration. "What about me? Can I help save all the animals?"

Negan smiled, messing up Liam's hair affectionately. "Of course, we might have to think about getting a bigger place, though. A house with a large backyard might just do the trick."

The family laughter filled the kitchen, their individual dreams weaving together in the warmth of the oven’s glow, reminding everyone that with passion, support, and a bit of creativity, anything was possible.

Daisy chimed in, “I wanna be a princess baker!” Her declaration was met with laughter and affirming nods.

Y/n caught Negan’s eye, a silent exchange of love and pride passing between them. Here, in their laughter-filled kitchen, was everything they ever wanted. The oven timer dinged, and the moment had arrived. Negan, with exaggerated caution, opened the oven and announced, “Behold, the treasure!” The kitchen filled with the rich scent of freshly baked cookies—a signal that prompted beaming smiles and eager hands. As Negan carefully placed the tray on the kitchen island, the kids gathered around like moths to a flame, their earlier conversations about dreams and aspirations momentarily paused for the ritual of taste testing.

One by one, each child picked up a cookie, letting out satisfied "mmms" and "ahhs" as they bit into the warm, gooey goodness. The delectable blend of chocolate and dough melted on their tongues, eliciting bright eyes and contented sighs. They huddled together, sharing bites and comparing notes on the best parts of their cookies, filling the air with a chorus of appreciation for the sugary delights.

Daisy, with chocolate smeared across her face, declared, “These are the bestest ever!”

Negan looked at his daughter adoringly and gave her kisses on her cheeks. Negan's eyes twinkled with mischief as he pulled away from the shower of affection he'd just given his daughter, his kisses still lingering on her cheeks. Leaning languidly against the kitchen island, he polished off the last of his cookie, drawing out each lick of his fingers theatrically. "They're the best, sweetheart!" he declared with a roguish grin, his voice dipped in innuendo. "I could eat your mom's cookies for hours and never get tired."

His hazel eyes locked onto y/n's, glittering with a playful mix of desire and humor, punctuating his double entendre with a suggestive wink. Y/n couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head at her husband's knack for slipping in a dirty joke. It was just so like him to spice up an ordinary moment with a hint of naughtiness.

Meanwhile, Daisy, blessedly unaware of the layered meaning in her dad's words, looked up at Negan with honest concern shining in her young eyes. "Daddy, you can't do that; you'll get a tummy ache!" she admonished earnestly, her grasp on the topic purely literal and wholesomely sweet.

Josuha, caught up in the excitement and oblivious to the adult humor afloat, confidently proclaimed his own ability. "I could do it!" he yelled, eager to join in what he perceived as a fun challenge.

"Me too! Me too!" Liam piped up, not wanting to be left out of the spirited banter. His tiny voice echoed with enthusiasm, a clear sign of his innocent eagerness to be a part of the action.

The scene was a charming tapestry of familial banter, with Negan's playful jests flying high above the children's heads yet grounding the family in laughter and light-heartedness. Negan let out a hearty laugh. "Ya’ll think so, huh? Maybe we'll have to have a cookie marathon one day, see who can really hold their own," he teased, winking at his son.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully at the idea, knowing full well the sugar rush that would follow. "Oh gosh, I can just imagine the sugar high and the crash after that," she said with mock horror.

Negan grinned at Y/n, his look softening, filled with affection. "Well, maybe not a marathon. How about we just enjoy these for now?" he suggested, trying to save Y/n from the impending madness he'd just considered instigating.

Daisy giggled, her attention solely on the cookies. "We could eat a mountain of cookies and still not get sick!" she boasted confidently.

"That's my brave little girl," Negan encouraged, smiling at her enthusiasm while reaching out and wiping the chocolate from Daisy's face with a napkin.

Liam, ever the voice of reason, added, "But we have to remember to brush our teeth extra well tonight, right, Mom?"

Y/n nodded, giving Liam a proud smile. "Exactly right, Liam. We don't want cavities ruining our cookie fun, do we?" She looked over the children with a heart swelling with tenderness, a picturesque scene right out of the happiest memories she would always cherish.

As the family's laughter and playful banter continued, the kitchen was bright with the joy of the moment and the promise of many more to come. It was a snapshot of their life together—messy, loud, and filled with love—where every joke, every nibble of a cookie, and every kiss on a chocolate-stained cheek was more than just a simple act. It was a brick in the foundation of their home, a testament to the life Y/n and Negan had built together.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Violet Kisses

Part 2

Yandere Jack Hanma x Afab Reader x Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Yandere Hanayama Kaoru

Genderbend AU

TW: Wlw and Yandere behavior

“Jackie, I-“ (your name)’s eyes widened when Jackie placed another kiss on her soft lips. The blonde woman trembled from above her.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now…” Jackie whispered between kisses, her brown eyes filled with so much love. “I just needed to get it off my chest-“

Jackie froze when (your name) softly pressed a kiss to her chapped lips. The smaller girl’s cheeks flushed red.

“Jackie…” The two girls sat there for a bit until Jackie scooped her up into her arms and carried her to the couch. “Hey. Put me down-“

“Can we just… cuddle for a bit? That’s all I want.” (Your name) felt her heart clench at the expression on her best friend’s face. She didn’t want to hurt Jackie’s feelings so she nodded her head to allow the blonde to lay back on the couch.

Jack placed (your name) on top of her so the small girl draped over her muscular body. (Your name) relaxed when she felt Jack’s thick fingers run through her hair, her body unconsciously snuggled further into Jackie’s furnace like heat.

“You’re so warm…” (Your name) sighed while she sunk into Jackie’s embrace.

“And you’re so soft.” Jackie teased, her hands reached up to cup at (your name)‘s plump flesh. Jackie leaned forward a bit and flashed her pearly whites at (your name) in a provocative manner. “You smell so sweet, I want to eat you-“

(Your name) shoved Jackie’s head away, her face a bright shade of cherry red. Jackie laughed at the cute reaction, the blonde licked (your name)’s palms to make her squeal. (Your name) was so cute…

“I’m sorry… I can’t help but tease you.” Jackie grabbed (your name)‘s wrists to keep the small girl in place so she could press kisses to her hands. “Do you forgive me?”

Who was this vixen in front of her and what have they done with Jackie?

(Your name) sat there for a minute, smoke exuding from how hot her cheeks were. (Your name) turned her head away to try to hide her blush.

“I-I do… I could never be mad at you, Jackie.” Jackie smirked, the blonde lightly grabbed (your name)’s chin to turn her head toward her.

Jackie leaned forward and pressed her lips against (your name)‘s in a lingering smooch. Her eyes fluttered shut and her heart became filled. This was right… this all felt so right.

Jackie moved her hands down to grab (your name)’s plush thighs. Jackie traced her tongue over (your name)’s bottom lip. (Your name) gasped at the sensation, Jackie quickly took advantage of the opportunity. Her hands grabbed at every bit of (your name)’s flesh in lustful fervor. Her hips grinded into (your name) while the giantess began to feast.

(Your name) was helpless when Jackie shoved her long tongue deep into her mouth. The wet muscle tried to dance with (your name)’s but it easily dominated hers. Jackie grabbed the back of (your name)’s head to hold her in place until she got her fill.

Jackie’s right hand moved all the way down (your name)‘s back until her hand came onto the curve of her ass. How badly she wanted to squeeze (your name)‘a bottom but Jackie knew she needed to stop before she pushed things too far.

Jackie pulled away from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connected their lips. The blonde smirked at (your name)’s dazed expression, rosy cheeks, and swollen lips. She was so beautiful…

“You’re so cute.” Jackie pressed one last kiss to (your name)’s forehead. “Do you want to sleep with me in my bed tonight? We can cuddle and maybe watch a movie?”

(Your name) was still a bit dazed from the kiss, her fingers touched her swollen lips in disbelief. She had just made out with her best friend… did this make them more than friends? How did this work?

Jackie pressed her forehead to (your name)’s, she took the smaller woman’s silence as a yes.

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.

(Your name) felt so safe in Jackie’s arms. Jackie held her close, her breath even while her nose laid buried in (your name)’s hair. It was hard to believe what had all transpired in a day.

First she had ran into her old childhood friend who was insistent on them keeping their promise. And then Jackie confessed her feelings for her… what was next? What was she supposed to do?

(Your name) has never been in a relationship in her entire life. Every time she showed interest in someone or someone showed interest in her, they’d ghost on her. (Your name) has only ever had Jackie by her side. The blonde was the only permanent person in her life.

(Your name) squirmed a bit, which made Jackie unconsciously tighten her hold on her.

“Don’t go…” Jackie whispered in her sleep. “Please don’t leave me… I don’t want to be alone again.”

(Your name) frowned, the young woman turned her body over to face Jackie. Her eyes widen at the tears that fell down Jackie’s cheeks. She must be having a nightmare.

(Your name) used her thumbs to wipe away Jackie’s tears and pressed her lips to the tip of Jackie’s nose. “I’m right here, Jackie… I’m here for you.”

(Your name) wrapped her arms around the blonde and eventually succumbed to sleep. The two women’s presences consoled one another.

Together they’d never be alone. So long as outside forces didn’t separate them.

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“I’m sorry about kissing you yesterday.” Jackie apologized to (your name), she scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. “I probably made you uncomfortable with my feelings.”

(Your name) glanced up from the pan she was currently frying eggs on. Her brows furrowed. “Jackie, I wasn’t uncomfortable… just thrown off is all.”

Jackie frowned. Thrown off? Was (your name) not into women? Oh no… this could be a problem-

“It was the first time I’ve ever kissed someone.” (Your name) blushed a bit, her eyes focused on the pan in front of her.

Jackie felt her heart swell when she noticed how pink (your name)’s ears were.

“I’ve never kissed anyone either… I’ve only ever had eyes for you.” Jackie confessed, the large woman fiddled with her fingers.

(Your name) glanced up from the pan with a smile. “Jackie… how about we try? We can slowly ease into everything.”

Jackie smiled brightly at (your name), the blonde rushed over to wrap her arms around (your name)’s waist and place hot kisses up and down her neck.

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Jackie and (your name) began to do more public outings together over the next few weeks. They went out for dinner and went on walks together after (your name) watched Jackie train. Her genuine praises made Jackie’s heart swell with confidence . Jackie even began to bring (your name) to her fights so the smaller woman could watch her from the stands.

Jackie felt like she fought better when she heard (your name)’s cheers and felt her (eye color) eyes on her. It was a confidence boost, especially with all the mixed responses they received. Most were looks of jealousy and it tremendously boosted Jackie’s ego.

Yes, Jackie’s girlfriend was beautiful. She no longer felt as insecure since they always went home together. It was perfect… until a new figure came into their life.

Hanayama Kaori was a well known fighter in the tournament. She was a serial dater and also a heart breaker. The large Japanese woman was a yakuza boss and one of the most well known lesbians in the area.

And she had set her sights on (your name). It wasn’t uncommon for her to openly ogle (your name) but she never made a move… until now.

Kaori sat beside (your name) in the stands, the woman’s intimidating presence nearly smothered the poor girl.

“You’ve caught my eye for awhile now.” Kaori’s voice was firm and a little deep, her dark eyes admired the pretty, young woman in front of her. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you!” Kaori nearly jumped in surprise at the bright smile on (your name)’s face. Did she not understand that she as flirting? “I think you’re pretty too… I’ve seen in the ring a few times. You’re really tough and you have such an admirable resolve. You never back down or break. That’s so neat!”

It was the first time Kaori had ever been dumbfounded. Her large hands were taken into (your name)’s small one, the girl giving them a soft squeeze. “My name is (your name)! What’s yours?”

“Hanayama Kaori…” Kaori felt bashful for the first time, but she quickly recovered from the shock. She needed to use this girl so Jackie would finally fight her. “It’s nice to finally meet the prettiest girl at this tournament. Can I interest you in dinner sometime?”

(Your name) tilted her head off to the side in confusion. “Dinner? But we hardly know each other…”

This was the first time Kaori had met anyone so clueless. How could someone not know they were being asked out on a date?

“We could get to know each other better. I’m quite skilled in the be-“

Kaori was shocked when she was yanked back by the scruff of her shirk, a pissed off Jackie stood over her. This was not the reaction she expected but it was better than she thought. Jackie was violently protective over (your name) in a way that let everyone know (your name) was her weakness… a weakness Kaori would exploit.

Kaori smirked at Jackie, at least until she saw (your name) take Jackie’s hand in hers. Her eyes filled with concern at how the skin on her knuckles were open again.

“Jackie, you said you were going to be careful.” Jackie released the scruff of Kaori’s shirt in an instant. The blonde basked in (your name)’s care.

“I was careful! I won my match and my knuckles are the only thing hurt.” Jackie gave (your name) a toothy grin. “You should see the other girl.”

(Your name) puffed her cheeks out like a chipmunk to pout. “I don’t care about the other girl, I care about you.”

Kaoru watched the two playfully bicker, a realization fell over the woman. Kaori never had someone care for her the way (your name) cared for Jackie… and for the first time in Kaori’s life, she felt jealous.

Now Kaori knew she was a good looking woman despite her many facial and body scars. She was tall, strong, and still had curves. She was a lesbian dream. Kaori was easily more attractive than barbaric Jackie… so why didn’t she have a lover like (your name)?

Kaori had dated around plenty of times but those girls only wanted her money and power so they merely warmed her bed for her. They didn’t see her for her.

Kaori studied (your name)’s genuine expressions in an attempt to memorize the other girl. A realization washed over the Japanese woman. If (your name) could love a monstrous woman like Jackie, could she love her as well?

Jackie scooped (your name) up in her arm and carried her away from Kaori. Jackie didn’t like the look in Kaori’s eye, it was all too familiar to the blonde… it was the same way she looked at (your name).

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“(Your name)!” Kasumi swung her arms around the smaller girl with a big grin on her face. The karateka pulled the (your name) close to her built body. “I’m so happy you agreed to get coffee with me. We can finally catch up!”

(Your name) smiled at her friend. Kasumi looked handsome today in her turtleneck sweater and suit jacket. Her short black hair was even slicked back a bit to make her look even more put together. A large gift bag rested in her hand, which made (your name) smile. She wondered if Kasumi bought something for her mom or dad.

“You look handsome today, Kasumi.” (Your name) broke the ice and complimented the bushy browed woman. Kasumi’s cheeks turned scarlet in response.

“Y-you look beautiful today too! B-but you always look beautiful!” Kasumi exclaimed, her face turning redder by the minute.

(Your name) laughed at the taller woman, the young woman took one of Kasumi’s hands in hers. “Let’s go order that coffee before you turn into a tomato.”

Kasumi gave (your name)’s hand a light squeeze back. She was so happy to be reunited with (your name)… everything felt right with the other girl. Which reminded her, she had gotten a present for the other girl.

“I got you a gift actually.” Kasumi smiled brightly at (your name), the other girl touched by the gesture. “I saw it and was instantly reminded of you so I had to buy it… I hope that’s not an issue.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Kasumi.” (Your name) smiled sweetly at her friend but accepted the bag. “Now I have to get something for you.”

“No you don’t.” Kasumi blushed, her eyes filled with stars when (your name) opened up the gift and smiled. “Do you like it?”

In the bag sat a white bunny plush, its black beady eyes cutely stared up at (your name). It was so cute…

“It’s so cute! Thank you, Kasumi.” (Your name) picked up the chunky plush out of the bag and held it to her chest. Did she really remind Kasumi of a bunny?

“You’re so cute and delicate so I associate you with a bunny…” Kasumi blushed a bright red. “I just think you’re so cute.”

(Your name) stood up on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to Kasumi’s cheek. Kasumi’s hand touched her cheek in awe.

“You’re the sweetest. Thank you, Kasumi.” (Your name) grabbed Kasumi’s spare hand once more, the bunny plush held securely in the crook of her arm. “Now let’s get that coffee.”

Kasumi felt a warmth overcome her when (your name) held her and after she kissed her cheek. Yes… they’d go order that coffee.

It would be the start of their relationship and eventually their marriage. Kasumi was determined to win the heart of her childhood friend seeing that it was only natural that they uphold their promise.

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Kaori stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her long hair damp from the shower. It’s been weeks since she saw (your name) but the pretty young woman never left her mind. How could someone be so sweet to someone like her? How could she gain (your name)’s attention and love?

The black hairs stuck to her back and shoulders like a second skin. The scissor glowed under the fluorescent lights, just begging her to pick them up.

Kaori picked up the silver scissors, her dark eyes studied them. If she did this, there was no turning back. She would cut off a part of herself , a part that had protected her for so many years… but why did she need to be afraid?

Kaori grabbed her hair up and sucked in a deep breath. She could do this.

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“Kaori, you have a call on-“ Kaori’s right hand woman, Kirara, paused in the door way. Her voice loudly squealed out, “what did you do to your hair?!”

Kaori smiled at her reflection in the mirror, her long dark locks laid in a pile on the floor. Kaori ran her fingers over her new shirt hair cut.

Now, she was handsome.

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“What the fuck is that?” Jackie pointed at the large bunny plush in (your name)’s arm. A wave of jealousy washed over the blonde. Did Kasumi buy it for (your name)? Didn’t that stupid karate brat know that (your name) and Jackie were dating?

“Kasumi bought it for me… she said I remind her of a bunny. Isn’t it cute?” (Your name) grabbed the plush’s little arms and made them dance. “Cha cha cha.”

It took all of Jackie’s self control not to grab that doll out of (your name)’s arms and rip it apart with her teeth like a wolf. How dare Kasumi impress (Your name) with something as simple as a stuffed animal. It was so simple and- oh. Jackie could just buy something cute for (your name) to draw her attention away from the plush.

“Yes… it’s cute.” Jackie stiffly replied, the words tasted almost like bile but Jackie wasn’t lying. It was a very cute plush. It’s just that it was from Kasumi and that put a bad taste in her mouth.

Jackie took note of how happy the bunny made (your name). The smaller girl fondly cuddled the plush in her arms, burying her nose into its soft fur. It smelled just like Kasumi… like clean linen and freshly squeezed oranges.

Jackie made a mental not to buy (your name) something cute as soon as possible. There was no way in hell she was going to lose (your name) to Kasumi of all people.

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“I bought you something.” Jackie came up to (your name), who sat on the couch on her phone. Jackie kept her hands behind her back. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Oh really?” (Your name) turned her attention to Jackie, a bright smile on her face. (Your name) set her phone down beside her. “And what did you get me?”

Jackie pulled out a giant gray wolf plushie from behind her back. (Your name) squealed at how cute the plush was, her small arms barely fit around the thing.

“Oh my gosh! Where did you even get this? It’s huge!” (Your name) laughed, the young woman buried her face into its soft fur. “Were you jealous of Bun Bun?”

“No, I wasn’t jealous of your stuffed rabbit.” Jackie crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. “You must be out of your mind if you think I’d be jealous of a stuffed animal.”

(Your name) rushed over to Jackie and gave her a hug. The young woman giggled at Jackie’s blush.

“You’re jealous!” (Your name) singed which made Jackie scoop her up into her arms and swing her around in a circle. (Your name) squealed. “Jackie! Put me down!”

Jackie chuckled and plopped onto the couch with her. The two women now a tangle of limbs and giggles.

“I wasn’t jealous of the rabbit… I was just jealous of the person who gave it to you.” Jackie pressed a kiss to (your name)’s forehead. “So you should put this wolf in your bed now instead of Bun Bun.”

Jackie picked up the wolf plush and squished its face into (your name)’s cheek. The blonde made a growling noise which made (your name) erupt into laughter.

“You’re so stupid.”

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“Hello.” Kaori stiffly greeted (your name) at the tournament. Her crisp white suit made her stick out like a sore thumb. “I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“Hello, Kaori. How have you been?” (Your name) noticed that the Japanese woman now rocked a long pixie rather than have her long hair pulled back into a bun. “I see you had gotten your hair cut. It looks nice on you.”

Kaori softly smiled, her hand instinctively ran through her short locks. “I thought it was time for change.”

Which was halfway true. Kaori wanted to be more of (your name)’s type and if that meant being more masculine, then she would be.

(Your name) smiled brightly at Kaori. “It really suits your face.”

Kaori had a slight blush on her cheeks that was almost unnoticeable. She wasn’t used to being the one who was complimented and she didn’t want it to stop.

“I was worried it’d make my scars stand out more on my face. I feel like they’re kind of ugly-“ Kaori’s breath hitched when (your name)’s eyes softly traced over the contours and lines of her face scars. She wasn’t used to someone gazing upon her with utmost interest.

“I don’t think they’re ugly at all. I think they make you look cool.” (Your name) gave Kaori a bright smile. “You’re tough and beautiful-“

Kaori grabbed (your name)‘s hands and began to kiss the backs of them. Her massive body trembled with each touch. Kaori’s teeth could rot from his sweet (your name) was.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you-“ Kaori was shoved away by a furious Jackie, the blonde inserted herself between them. If looks could kill, Kaori would be dead.

“(Your name)? Did you see my fight?” Jackie had blood splattered all over her face, which made (your name) pull a handkerchief out of her purse.

“Jackie, you have blood all over your face.” (Your name) chided Jackie as she wiped her face off with the cotton handkerchief. “Why are you always so messy?”

“But it’s not my blood.” Jack grinned but was only playfully smacked in the face.

“Doesn’t matter. I just don’t like you getting all messy.” (Your name) sighed but Jackie merely pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“What can I say? I just love being cleaned up by my girlfriend.” Jackie gave Kaori a look that demanded the Japanese woman leave. “We can go to the onsen together after this… just you and I.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to go to a hot spring.” (Your name) smiled softly and clasped her hands together. “Okay, Jackie. Please be safe out there!”

Jackie smiled and pressed another kiss to (your name)’s head. She then glanced at Kaori.

“I’ll see you in the finals.” Jackie smirked, the Japanese woman glared at her.

“Good luck, Jackie! Be safe.” (Your name) smiled brightly at her friend and waved at the blonde until she was out of sight. (Your name) then turned her attention back to Kaori. “Your fight is coming up, isn’t it?”

“Yes… I fight Kasumi Orochi next-“

“Oh I know Kasumi!” (Your name) smiled with a soft expression on her face. “We were childhood friends before I moved to Canada. We just recently reconnected but the bond is still there.”

Kaori maintained a stoic face but in reality, she threw a table across the room in her mind. There was another competitor… Kaori had to compete against two other women… both very different from one another.

“(Your name)!” Kaori felt her blood go cold when Kasumi ran over to the two girls with a big smile. The karateka practically threw herself on top of (your name), her arms snaked around (your name)’s waist. “My fight is coming up! Are you going to cheer for me?”

Kasumi froze when she noticed Kaori, the karateka turned to look at Kaori. “Oh I didn’t even notice you, Hanayama.”

Kaori just gave Kasumi a stiff nod of acknowledgment. The yakuza tightly clenched her fist in envy.

“I’ll be cheering for both of you.” (Your name) smiled at her two friends. “Be safe-“

Kaori scooped off (your name)’s hand and gave her knuckles a kiss. The gesture made (your name) blush.

“I’ll be safe. I’ll see you after the fight, okay?” Kaori smirked at (your name)’s bashful expression. Cute. She was so cute.

Kasumi blew smoke out of her nose, the karateka pressed a kiss to (your name)’s cheek. (Your name) snapped her head to Kasumi who puffed out her cheeks.

“I want you to cheer for me… we’ve known each other longer.” Kaori tried not to scrunch her face up in distaste. Kasumi acted like a child. “I want your eyes to be on me. I’m the Kasumi Orochi after all.”

(Your name) giggled at Kasumi, the young woman teased the karateka. “Who’s this hot shot here and what have you done to my childhood friend?”

The two girls laughed while Kaori bitterly watched the interaction. Kaori couldn’t stand being ignored like this… she didn’t want to lose.

She’d make sure she came out on top. Kaori had her heart set… and what the boss wanted, the boss got.