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the-piece-of-spadille · 4 years ago

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Hey!!!! Can I ask ummmm nsfw scenario of Trafalgar Law x shy! fem! S/O? Okay, Law use this prompt 37, 43, 50. So, I have read that I can use 3 prompts. But I have choose one character so... I hope that's alright for you.... And that's it. Take your time.😊

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting. Sorry this took so long to make. I’m a little rusty in the NSFW department. I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it out!

Warning: NSFW 18+

Word Count: 1.7k

Hell must have frozen over to allow both Trafalgar D. Water Law and Eustass Kid to lay anchor at the same island and run into each other at the bar. Both crews are watching from afar on opposite sides, placing bets on what’s going to happen next.

It’s not like Law to get jealous. He’s confident in himself and in the relationship the two of you formed in stone. He knows whole heartily he’d never have to worry about cheating, but that bastard Eustass Kid just rubs him the wrong way. If it weren’t for him already having made a promise to you earlier in the week for a weekend without violence, he’d probably being fighting right about now.

You were only meant to go to the bar and get a few drinks for your table when you grabbed the attention of the scarred pirate captain. Eustass found out easily that you’re rather shy and took advantage of that. He managed to talk his way into you into taking a seat at the bar next to him while waiting for the bartender to come over.

Truth be told Eustass just wants to cause trouble per usual and see just how far he can go until he gets under the Surgeon of Death’s skin. And if he’s lucky maybe a fight would break out. He made causal bar talk and you only replied to be polite and to keep things civil. You knew of his reputation and all you wanted was a night of peace. Eustass however, decides to kick things up a notch. He throws out his charm and starts to get a little flirty to see if you’ll take the bait.

Eustass doesn’t know that you’re dating Law, in fact nobody does for your safety. He just sees a pretty girl that happens to be part of Law’s crew, but he had his suspicions. He can feel the Surgeons eyes watching him ever since you walked up to the bar. And to your luck just as the bartender walks over, he says he has to go retrieve more sake from the cellar.

You let out an audible sigh at having to wait longer while the rival captain smirks. He moves closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, but you quickly shrug it off. You turn and look up at him to tell him to knock it off when you noticed his attention elsewhere again.

Every time he made some type of advancement or flirty comment, he wasn’t looking for your reaction, but your captains. He was using you to get to your captain, but for what? Deciding to play into this little game, you stay seated to figure out his intent with your lover no matter how anxious your starting to feel.

Law thus far has remained calm, only giving Kid an unreadable expression. It wasn’t until Eustass offered you his drink to ease your discomfort that Law visually saw how nervous you were getting. You were used to fighting other captains and the like, not sitting next to one at a bar, and certainly not being flirted with by one. Eustass nudges his drink over to you in hopes to calm you. You’re not his target for the night, he doesn’t wish to make you uncomfortable.

Law isn’t sure what it is about that drink that makes his blood boil. He knows it’s not poisoned; he’s been watching Kid like a hawk and just saw him drink from it. Maybe it was the fact it was Kid’s own drink that he’s drank from at the bar. It was childish of him to get jealous over your lips touching the same glass as Kid’s. It’s not remotely the same as kissing, yet Law felt the need to cut him in half with the full intent to leave him that way.

At first you tried to decline the drink nicely, but he insisted, saying that it looked like you could use one to ease your nerves. He gave you a smile, though in his true devilish fashion. When you picked up the glass just as expected, Eustass’s attention again went straight to the man standing in the back corner. You figured if you played your cards right, you’d get closer to finding out what he wanted with Law and so you throw your head back, downing the drink. Eustass then has the audacity to smirk over at Law.

Trafalgar having enough of Eustass’s childish games uses “Room” to create a spherical territory. It quickly enveloped the entirety of the bar, grabbing the attention of all the pirates and other guests. In an instant your body is teleported by his side and an empty shot glass in your place next to Eustass. Wasting no time Law grabs your hand and quickly walks out the bar leaving behind an amused Kid.

“That was dangerous (Y/n)-ya,” continuing to pull you away from the bar and towards the safety of your home for the night. “I was just trying to keep things civil- Hey! Slow down a little please.” He didn’t. He kept the same pace until he reached the door only stopping to unlock it.

“I only wanted to know what his deal was with you” you state innocently. “He wasn’t interested in me.” He opened the door and stepped aside to let you in first. Inside he closes the door a little harsher than he wanted to, he’s not angry at you, just angry that Kid was getting under his skin. That he was flirting with you right in front of him. He grumbles as he reminded himself about the stupid drink you shared and grew jealous again.

Law pulls you against him and urgently covers your lips with his own. Hands cupping your face while he feverishly kisses you with passion, cleaning your lips of any trace of that damn liquor. Grabbing his coat to keep yourself balanced from the sudden kiss, you almost yelp when he bites down on your bottom lip.

He picks you up, giving your ass a generous squeeze before crossing the small home, laying you down onto the soft bed. You take this opportunity to catch your breath from the unexpected kiss while Law stands at the foot of the bed and starts to shrug off his layers of clothes. His golden orbs sinfully watching you, running all over your form as he undresses.

He only manages to take off everything on his upper half, before leaning over your much smaller frame, caging you underneath him, his weight anchoring you in place. Your face flushed from how he looks at you. Law gently licks at your sore lip from where he bit you, giving you a much gentler kiss to say sorry as you run your hands through his dark raven colored hair.

Ever so slowly his hands trail down your curves and starts undressing you while his tongue dances sinfully with yours. Tossing away your clothing, you lay only in your bra and panties while he grinds his clothed cock against your dampening core. Pulling away to let out a soft moan. “You like that Kitten?”

Continuing his motions with his hips, Law starts moving his lips away from yours, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the jaw and neck. Making sure to leave a few marks on your neck that will surely darken. “Law please” you cried.

“Please what, love?”

Your face flushes at the thought of asking. It doesn’t matter that you’ve done it before, asking to feel his lips where you’re most sensitive still leaves you bashful. Law knows what you want but he loves teasing you into saying it. His sweet little Kitten always so shy to ask him to give you oral.

“Please Law I need you.”

“Where do you need me baby” he says in that deep seductive voice, looking into your eyes. You can see that start of a smirk forming across his face. His hand trailing down, “right here?” The pad of his finger lazily stroking over your clothed damping core.

“Yes! Right there” you exclaim as your hips buck. With one last lingering kiss to your lips, he starts his slow decent towards your aching core, removing that last barrier of clothing that’s keeping him from you.

Law rubs his finger across your slit, placing small kisses on the inside of your thighs leading closer and closer to your core. You need more friction and try to move your hips, but Law holds you in place. “Patience baby. All good things come to those who wait.” He toys with you a little longer before making sure his finger is coated in your slick, pushing it inside to earn a light moan from you.

He gives you a few more thrusts with his finger before giving you a gentle lick. “Fuck” you moan, tossing your head back into the pillows. You can practically feel the smile on his face. Adding another finger to the mix to help get you ready for what’s to come. “So pretty and wet, just for me.”

Law’s tongue licking at your folds while his thumb rubs mercilessly at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Let me hear you Kitten.” You do as he says. Needing something to hold onto, you reach down and tug at his hair, making him groan into you. Hips squirming at the jolts of pleasure, “Show how loud I can make you. Let that red headed bastard know who you belong to.”

You can feel the feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Finding it hard to stay still, your hips squirming, being so close to becoming undone. Law pushes his fingers back inside and attacks your bundle of nerves once again with his mouth. Turning you into a moaning mess. “Law! I’m close!” He can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“That’s is baby. Cum for me.”

Law’s other hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together just as you find euphoria. Squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure finally going over the edge. Moaning his name so loud, you hope no one else is around to save you from embarrassment.

Law giving your sensitive cunt one last kiss before making his way up to you, giving you a searing hot kiss so you can taste yourself on his lips. Pulling away so you can catch your breath. You can feel the prominent bulge in his pants, rubbing against you. Telling you the night has only begun. Law places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl.”

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shirophantomvox · 4 years ago

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Random date night with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo

Hello, anon! Ask and you shall receive! This prompt is very interesting and I will try to keep it in character as much as possible. To sum this up, Hisoka would take you to an ice cream shop, a carnival, or apple orchard while Illumi would rather go to an art or historical museum. Chrollo would persuade you to attend a book reading/author signing or go hiking. Depending on who you are and what your ideal date is, I’m sure you’d find them all fun. Going to a carnival or apple orchard is my go-to since I’ve barely been because they’re all in the suburbs. These headcanons are explained much more than the others. That is why Chrollo and Illumi seem to be short, but they’re not. Also, I can’t wait for Halloween because these headcanons are going to be amazing. I am extremely sorry if there are grammar errors! Taking classes on Zoom is frustrating and now my brain has to relearn everything that I lost in 3 months! Before we get started, I have a few announcements.

This post is more laid back than my other headcanons because I tried to keep it as canon as possible.

I want to thank you all for 65 followers! It means a lot! I’m happy to see that a lot of you enjoy my writing and like it enough to follow me! I have a challenge for you! When I reach 100 followers, I will host some type of writing event here...but I need ideas. I’ve seen some pages do specials where you can send an ask and pretend like you're talking to a character and I respond with what they’d say. SEND ME IDEAS! I WILL CREDIT YOU!

I will be stepping back a little more than before. I’ll still be logged in and re-blogging but as far as writing posts like this...it may only be once or twice a week. You see, I’m in college and I’m struggling financially and I have to work on scholarships. If you all send me an ask, be patient.

Voltron posts will only be created based on asks. I will not be writing posts about VLD if no one requests them. I do not receive any feedback from it anymore and no one seems to like them.

Now, let’s get into the post.

Let's start with Illumi first.

Headcanon 1: Illumi has a secret admiration for different types of art but he specifically enjoys pop art and surrealism. He has commented on how surrealism makes his brain twist and his feelings swirl as he tries to figure out the piece and what inspires it.

He prefers not to participate in tours as he likes to digest the art at his own pace.

Headcanon 2: In his spare time, he paints on a canvas. His art style consists of both surrealism and abstract art. For a person with a dark personality, his compositions always contain bright colors and abstract techniques that leave you wondering about his TRUE personality. He is truly a good man with a bright personality but after being abused for so long, those behaviors/personalities have been shoved so far down his throat that they may not come back up.

He has a bad habit of asking you what you thought about every single piece of art you passed. The conversations were great but this is a date after all. The playful conversation slowly turns into a lecture about art. Although you loved your bf’s dictionary-like brain it also drained your energy.

One of his favorite artists is Vincent Van Gough. Although he favors surrealism, Van Gogh’s art style was mind-blowing to him. So amazed that he buys several Van Gogh t-shirts from the gift shop.

His favorite piece created by Van Gough is “Starry Night”.

He notices that you are becoming bored and decides that it is time for MORE excitement, one that you are certain to enjoy.

“Where are we going,” you ask, pretending to be interested.

“Down to the basement. We are going to have a bite to eat.”

Since Illumi rarely smiled, when he did smile it drove you wild. The anticipation of what his next move was going to be is what drove that wildness. Being a bounty hunter was thrilling already but dating a smart, badass assassin was totally out of your league but it worked out.

Headcanon 3: Illumi’s idea of being romantic is dramatically different from yours. He believes just spending time with you on the couch was enough. He is correct; but if you have the time and funds, your time together should be a little spontaneous. You insisted on dates outside of the house because his family will not stay out of your business.

“Illumi, I am too hungry for more trivia.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry. So am I. That is why I’ve decided to take you to a wine and cheese party.”

Huh? Wine and Cheese at 3PM? That’s ok. When was there a time limit on when you can drink alcohol?

Illumi has indirectly attended parties as such when he was 15 years old. He never drank, but he watched as his mother’s friends (surprisingly) talked about business and their children. This time, you weren’t going to talk about business for once. Instead, you two were going to actually talk about what couples discuss.

Headcanon 4: When introduced to alcohol for the first time, Illumi immediately stated how he hated brown liquor. That includes Hennessy, Jack Daniels, etc. It makes him sick to his stomach. He prefers to drink Smirnoff mixed with fruity drinks like strawberry or pineapple.

He loves it when you make these drinks for him on a summer day.

Hence the title wine and cheese, you both go to a stand-up table, place your brochures down, and actually have a wonderful conversation not involving work or hunting.

Illumi smiled a few times, more than usual. Whenever he appears to be softer even around you, that is because he has mellowed out and doesn't have the overbearing weight of his family on his shoulders. You set him free.

Hisoka

According to a one-shot that another manga artist created, they expressed that Hisoka was found on the side of the road, was taken in by someone that worked at a local circus, and learned Nen in a matter of days. Hisoka’s clown look and having the skills of a magician proves that this has to be canon in some way.

Headcanon 1: Given this potential backstory, going to a carnival is his go-to every summer. He wants to take you to a circus but saves that for you as an engagement gift.

Everyone with a heart knows that whether or not you’re in a relationship or not the carnival is fun as hell! Expensive fried food, elephant ears, funnel cake, ICEE’s, rides, and stuffed animals are to die for!

Being at a carnival relaxes him so his bloodlust isn’t activated unless someone bumps into him and causes a scene.

Headcanon 2: PDA is something that Hisoka does well; he doesn’t overdo it but does it enough where people get the impression that you are a couple and aren’t “best friends”.

While completing a mission depending on how rough it may be, he insists that you tag along to see how he handles the situation. You’ve already seen his ruthlessness from Hunter’s exam but he insists.

His sense of pride gets the best of him sometimes. Sometimes his head is so big that it reminds you of a large birthday balloon.

Headcanon 3: ANYWAY, given his nature, he is very adventurous, dangerous, and courageous. If he wants to go on the Demon Drop, he’ll do it and you DO not have a choice in the matter. He’ll tease or guilt trip you into doing something that you would not like to do.

“Well, you wouldn’t want me to cling on to someone else, would you?”

“No. Of course not,” you reply.

“Let’s go then, scaredy-cat.”

As a hunter, you’ve seen worse. Why are you so afraid to go on a ride?

Headcanon 4: At apple orchards, cornfield mazes are one of his favorites. You cannot for the life of you figure out how to get out but he can. He grabs a scarecrow and scares you from behind. That annoys you but is nothing compared to later on that night.

Oh. My. God. It’s haunted house time!

“Hisoka, I’m not going in!”

“Why not? I’ll protect you.”

“Because they’re monsters and I already have to deal with one.”

It took him a second to catch on that you were talking about him.

“That’s going to bite you in the butt, kitten.”

Headcanon 5: Like Killua, Hisoka has a sweet tooth. Don’t allow his buff appearance to fool you!

He LOVES caramel apples, elephant ears, funnel cake, freshly squeezed lemonade, fudge, and cotton candy. How can this man manage to stay in shape? The world may never know.

Headcanon 6: He isn’t one to play by other people’s rules but he sets his own rules with your relationship that you both must obey. One of those rules says that neither of you can be on your phones while together.

Headcanon 7: Hisoka insists that you both wear either matching pants or matching shirts to avoid unnecessary flirtation.

He isn’t jealous but on “us time”, he doesn’t want to lose a single second.

Headcanon 8: Hisoka only jumps in when necessary. Given that you’ve passed the hunter’s exam and work as a bodyguard, he knows you can handle your business. If the person can’t take a hint, then he steps in. They almost back up immediately considering Hisoka is towering over them.

When the moon shines, you both go to the car and off to sleep in your comfy king-sized bed.

Chrollo

We all know that Chrollo loves to read! What does he specifically like to read? What Genre? Does he like to read alone or with other people?

Although Chrollo is a thief and must be hidden in the shadows, the authorities have called off the search for him for at least 3 years. Slowly but surely, he begins to find himself in the outside world again.

Chrollo once discussed a book with the Phantom Troupe when they were being transported to another place for a mission. He read “Tears of a Tiger” by Sharon M. Draper.

The reading sessions are opened with an affirmation and a reason to be thankful to be alive. He says he is thankful for the troupe, glances at you, and smiles. No one catches on to that sly face except for Phinks.

Headcanon 1: Chrollo is very silent and shy to an extent. He only associates with people he knows and trusts. You are the social butterfly at this moment.

Chrollo tags along behind you like a shy child, holding your hand while you stick out your free hand to greet everyone.

Today, the book club was going to read “Divergent”.

Headcanon 2: Although he loves to read, he hates it when others read out loud. Most people are drably read and it annoys him. After a while, he takes over. Chrollo was tense the first 30 minutes of the meeting because two cops were there but neither of them noticed it was him.

Headcanon 3: Chrollo often acts the part of the character that he is reading in the book. His tone, attitude, and emphasis on certain words keep the group engaged. He is complimented on his acting!

“Good Job, honey,” you whisper.

He responds by tightly squeezing your hand.

His tone was so impressive that the host insisted that he read for the entire night. He was ok with that because in between reads he was often distracted by a lovely pair of jeans and shoes you had on. You were into writing, so hearing others read and act out the characters helped.

Headcanon 4: In some settings, Chrollo is very braggadocious. He insisted that the group read one of your stories so you could be provided with feedback.

“We’d be delighted to view your story, y/n!”

“It will be fun!”

The book club wasn’t a stereotypical club that only consisted of soccer moms but instead consisted of men and women who were involved with a business, law enforcement, health, etc. This was an open space for everyone to relax and forget about their demanding jobs.

After the meeting, the group went to dinner at a nearby pizzeria. You all enjoyed large pizzas, beer, salads, and dessert. How could your stomach (or anyone’s stomach) hold that much?

Chrollo laughed so much that it made you question if he was your actual boyfriend or not. He even engaged in conversations with the two off-duty cops! For once, you helped Chrollo experience the greater things in life; true love, friendship, and happiness.

“Thank you,” he whispered and slyly placed a kiss on your hand. “For everything.”

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ravensbug · 4 years ago

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Kuvira x reader au where she gets a cat please. I'm a shameless obsesser. Of both.

Jinx

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Ship: Kuvira x reader

Request: Yes

Prompt: ^^^^

A/N: I absolutely love this idea so much. My heart can’t handle all the adorable thoughts that come to mind. You are a genius Anon. Thank you for giving me this gift of a story to write.

There you two were, in the animal shelter, picking out a pet. After almost three months of convincing, Kuvira finally gave in and said yes. She saw how you missed the cats from your parents since you two had moved in together. Getting one wouldn’t be so bad she thought. It would mostly spend its time with you, you had promised to take care of it, so there was no reason for it to ever really bother her at home.

You were weaving your way around little kids whose parents had brought them to also get a pet. Most of them were looking at dogs anyway. Not that you didn’t like dogs, but you couldn’t exactly have one in an apartment.

When you got to the cats your eyes lit up. There were so many, and if it were up to you then you would take them all. But you promised Kuvira only one cat, for now.

You read each paper of every cat you walked by, looking for one that you knew would be perfect for the two of you. You knew if Kuvira would ever have gotten a pet by herself that it would have been a cat. Graceful and nimble, just like her. Also affectionate.

You probably spent a little too much time looking at each and every cat because a volunteer walked up to you.

“Looking for anything in particular?” he asked. You looked away from the cat that you were reading about.

“Kind of? I guess one that can handle being by itself, but also will be able to handle other cats in the future,” you shrugged. You felt Kuvira glare at you, but not in an angry way. It would be a long time before she thought about getting another cat.

“You should look at some of the younger cats then. Most of those are rescued from kitten mills or found abandoned at the sides of roads. They usually come in groups, but the cats seem to do fine on their own as well.” He talked as he directed you to the section of younger cats. You noticed now that some of them were pens together. The older cats were always by themselves.

The little meows of the younger cats tugged at your heart. The age differences were fairly big, there were old cats and cats who probably should still be with their mother. Your eyes landed on one of the pens in the back. You learned from your years of adopting cats that they put the ones that were less likely to be adopted there.

In one of those pens sat a small black kitten, maybe six months old. You looked at the papers, seeing the kitten didn’t even have a name. At this point your mind was made up. You knew the poor thing would be here for the rest of her life if you didn’t take her. Black cats were almost never adopted.

“This one.” you pointed at the kitten. She walked up to you since you had gotten there and attempted to sniff your hand.

“Are you sure?” Kuvira asked.

“I’m sure.” You looked up at Kuvira. She wasn’t going to second guess you again.

Kuvira had been over your parent's house plenty of times before you moved in with her to know that you liked all kinds of cats. Your parents currently had four cats. Two of them were Calicos, being brother and sister. One was a Maine Coon, who was the ‘mom’ of the group. The last one was a black cat, who was basically yours since he spent most of his time with you. Kuvira should have known that because of which cat you spent the most time with that you would choose one that looks like him.

“I’ll get the papers then. Another volunteer will get a carrier ready for her so you can take her home.” The volunteer walked off. You knew to meet him back at the front desk, as this was the same shelter your parents got the two Calicos at. Kuvira followed along, occasionally looking at some of the cats herself. This made you smile a little knowing she wasn’t completely disinterested in the idea of a cat.

You two waited a few minutes for the volunteer to come with the adoption papers. You smiled as you saw the excited kids leaving with their new companions. It was the best feeling in the world, to get a new friend who would love you just as much as you loved them. Even if they would be gone long before you would be.

“Just sign on the marked lines, pay the fee and you’re good to go!” The volunteer handed you a pen so you could sign the papers. In your opinion, you didn’t like the fact that you had to pay to adopt an animal, but you knew it was how the shelters stayed running. If it were up to you, you would have the government put funding into the shelters so they could afford to not have fees for adoption.

“Perfect,” the man smiled. “I’m glad she’s getting a home. She was the last one from her litter left,” he explained. It hurt your heart that whoever had adopted her siblings decided to leave her there on her own.

Another volunteer came out with the kitten in a carrier. You could see she was scared, but you knew that most cats were scared during and right after adoption. Kuvira was the one who took the carries from the volunteer, careful to keep it as steady as possible. You had never seen Kuvira so attentive to each and every movement she made. It was different from her dancing, even though the basic idea of precise movement was the same.

When you two finally got back to your apartment you were so giddy to let the cat out. Kuvira adored this side of you, so happy and excited, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. Not that you hadn’t been happy since you moved in together, this was a happiness that was beyond that. It made Kuvira a little jealous.

Kuvira gently placed the carrier down on the floor in the living room. You were already sitting on the floor, having done this situation plenty of times. You motioned for Kuvira to sit next to you, which she thought was ridiculous. She wasn’t going to spend much time with the cat so what was the point of her joining you. The look you gave her made her give in, but only to make you happy.

Kuvira opened the cage with her metal bending and you two waited patiently for the cat to come out. She walked out of the carrier slowly, eyeing her surroundings for anything dangerous. Once she saw nothing except for you and Kuvira she finally came out of the carrier. Apparently, the small time of interaction with her at the shelter made an impact. She walked over to the both of you with caution.

You were the first to reach your hand out. You placed it on the floor, to make yourself seem less threatening. The cat stood still at first before coming up to sniff your hand. She didn’t have any problems with you so now it was Kuvira’s turn.

You grabbed Kuvira’s arm and placed it down on the floor like yours had been. You can tell how tense she is. She never did this with the other cats, them being adults and all. They just looked at her and didn’t really mind whenever she came over to your parent's house.

“Just relax,” you chuckled. You telling her to relax seemed to work a little, but she was still nervous.

The cat moved over to sniff Kuvira’s hand. It took its time, longer than it had with you, and that worried Kuvira. If the cat didn’t like her how would that make you feel? She at least wanted the cat to be fine with her.

When the cat rubbed her head against Kuvira’s hand you both were in shock. You put your hands in front of your face and you couldn’t stop grinning. Kuvira was frozen with the cat still rubbing her head on Kuvira’s hand. You thought this moment was ironic and perfect. The cat meowing at Kuvira just made it even better.

“She wants you to pet her,” you said, still grinning from ear to ear.

Kuvira moved her hand so she could pet the cat. She was still hesitant even though the cat clearly liked her. She had never been known as a fragile or soft person and this cat was exactly that. When she finally started petting it, that little bit of fear went away.

“Have you thought of a name?” Kuvira asked while petting the cat.

“I was thinking Jinx,” you smiled.

Kuvira raised an eyebrow at you. The name was cliche but you loved it anyway. Kuvira didn’t really care what you named the cat. It was more yours than it was hers anyway.

As the weeks went on you spent more time bonding with Jinx. She finally warmed up to you and loved playing with you when you had the time. Working from home really helped the bond. She often curled up next to you or even on you while you were working. Those were the moments you missed from home.

What was even better, in your opinion, was that whenever Kuvira was home Jinx would follow her everywhere. Sometimes it got on Kuvira’s nerves, especially when she would turn around and almost trip over Jinx. You always thought it was the cutest thing in the world. You eventually decided to get Jinx a collar with a small bell, so Kuvira could hear whenever the cat was behind her. She never outright thanked you for that, because that would mean telling you the cat was annoying her.

Weeks turned into months and Kuvira finally took some time off of work. You were grateful that you could spend more time with your girlfriend now. Spending time with Jinx was nice and all, but being with Kuvira was nicer.

Because of her time off Kuvira started to do more things around the apartment. One of your favorites was when she would make dinner for the two of you. She had picked up a few things from the chef back when she lived with Su. You didn’t expect her to be a good cook because you knew all of Su’s kids were horrible at it.

One particular night, when she was cleaning up after you two had finished, Jinx was sitting patiently next to her in the kitchen. Kuvira hadn’t seen her do this before so she was slightly confused. You looked over from your spot on the couch and laughed.

“What?” Kuvira asked.

“She wants a piece of the chicken,” you told her.

“I’m not giving her a piece. She’ll learn to expect it every time we have it.” Kuvira looked over at you. You had a sheepish grin on your face, telling her why Jinx was sitting there so patiently.

“You’ve been giving her some before haven’t you?” She asked.

“Maybe.” You looked away. You had given her a few pieces every once and a while either when you were putting the leftovers away or giving Jinx her own dinner.

“Look at her, sitting so nicely. How can you deny that face?” you pouted. You heard Kuvira sigh and knew she gave in.

“Fine. But stop doing it so often.” Kuvira pointed at you with the knife she was using to cut up the remaining chicken.

“I can make no promises,” you smiled. You would try, but as you said, who could deny that face.

When Kuvira finished in the kitchen she joined you on the couch. You sat there with Kuvira’s arms wrapped around your waist. You loved it when she got time off of work. She loved it more than you did because sometimes work got to be too much. Coming home to you was the best part of her day. With the addition of Jinx in the house, she had become more accustomed to the cat coming up to greet her whenever she got home.

Jinx had hopped up on the couch while you two were snuggling and decided to climb on Kuvira’s lap. You heard her sigh, but she refused to move from her position. You looked down at Jinx, who had now curled up on Kuvira’s lap, and smiled.

“Y’know, she really likes you. Like more than she likes me,” you explained.

“How, she’s your cat. I’m also not home as often as you are,” Kuvira argued.

“I think that’s why. She doesn’t see you as often so she misses you. Plus she warmed up to you way faster than she did with me.” You knew more about cat behavior than she did. You also knew more about how people dealt with cat behavior more than she did.

“Pretty sure you like her more than you’re willing to admit,” you smiled.

“I tolerate her,” Kuvira mumbled.

“Which is why you’re letting her sleep on your lap and why you let her sleep on your side of the bed?” you smirked.

“She’s not as bad as I thought she would have been,” Kuvira admits. That’s what you were looking for.

“Well, I’m glad you like her.” You moved your hand to pet Jinx’s head. She meowed and stretched out across Kuvira’s lap. You heard Kuvira sigh, but that didn’t stop you from petting Jinx.

Kuvira eventually moved from holding you to sit up carefully, so as to keep the cat where she was. When she was done with that she gently picked up Jinx and held her in her arms. Jinx began to purr even though Kuvira wasn’t even petting her.

That image will forever be in your mind. It was perfect in every way. This is what home means to you.

#kuvira #kuvira/reader #kuvira x reader #kuvira legend of korra #cat #adoption

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themadlostgirl · 4 years ago

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Tungs

*Not gonna lie this one was a little more challenging. I was trying to keep it light and sorta uptempo to match the song. Hope it turned out okay.*

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Prompt: Tungs by The Frights lyric inspired

Requested by: anon

Warnings: None

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It took a couple weeks but Peter had finally tracked her down. Only took walking across about five other realms but he had finally found the right one. At least he hoped he did. If it turned out she was wasn’t at this cottage in the middle of the forest he was gonna be pissed.

Not wanting to waste another moment he knocked on the door.

There was a rustling inside along with a slew of curses as someone quickly made for the door. “I’m coming, visitor! Don’t go anywhere!” There was more noise as if something had been knocked over. “Ah crap!”

The door opened and revealed a girl that looked around Peter’s physical age with wide eyes and a big nervous smile. “Hello!” She said, “What brings you…” Her smile dropped and Peter froze.

“Um…” Peter took a step back, “Hey there, kitten. How ya been?”

She slammed the door in his face.

For if we ain't got the time

I tell ya baby I don't think we're doing fine

“Kitten,” He leaned against the door, “Please, precious, open the door.”

The door swung open so suddenly Peter didn’t have time to catch himself and fell to the floor inside her cottage. “Thanks, kitten.”

We just haven't got a clue

I keep my love

I want my blood inside of you

“Twenty seven days.” She glared down at him, “It took you twenty seven days to find me. You’re getting slow, Peter.”

“What can I say? You’re just too good at hide and seek.” he stood up dusting himself off. “Still love me?”

“I love you? Since when?”

“Aw, come now, kitten. I found you so I get to claim my prize.”

“Fine.” She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him further in kicking the door shut with her foot. “I will admit that I did miss you, prick.”

Do you think I'm cute?

Well it's too late to check

And I don't care

You got your tongue against my neck

Peter had her pressed back against the door kissing her hotly. Twenty seven days. Twenty seven days since he got to do this. It really was unfair.

“Slow down,” Y/N laughed, “You claim your prize too quickly and a new round will begin and I don’t think you want that. Do you, Peter?”

“Yes. But I have also missed you, kitten. You can’t help me being impatient now that I finally have you again.”

Do you like my style?

Have you seen my shoes?

'Cause they've been ripped to shit

From walking the world for you

“Looks like I was really well hidden this time.” She glanced down at their feet. “Did you not take any kind of break? What are those tatters you call shoes?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t change into my regalia before finding you, precious.” He kicked want remained of his shoes off, “I spent the past month walking across numerous realms looking for you. Now call me a sap but I thought you were more important than shoes.”

“Awe! You really do love me!” She kissed him again. “Always nice to hear.”

“You think I would play this infernal game with anyone else?” He picked her up, “Now which way to the bed?”

Everybody knows I'm right

I can't control it

Got my eyes on you all night

Peter laid next to Y/N as night took over the day. Soon. Soon it would be midnight. Soon it would start again. He stared at the peacefully sleeping girl next to him. The shadows from the candlelight casting shadows across her beautiful face.

We just haven't got a clue

I keep my love

I want my blood inside of you

“I can feel you staring at me.” Her groggy half asleep voice broke the silence surrounding them. Her eyes opened and stared up at him. “You should at least try to get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep through this.” He ran a hand through her hair, “How can you?”

“Cause I know that you’ll find me again.” She glanced over at the clock. “It’s almost midnight.”

“I know.”

“The curse will break eventually, Peter. You know it will.” She took his face in her hands and pressed her forehead to his. “In the meantime, keep finding me. You know I’ll always be waiting.”

“Y/N…” He stared deep into her eyes. Words he wanted to say but didn’t have the time for.

Do you think I'm cute?

Well it's too late to check

And I don't care

You got your tongue against my neck

“I know.” She kissed him softly. “I know, my love. Try to be quicker this time. Okay?”

“I promise.” He swung his feet off the bed, “Kitten, did you happen to see where my shoes are? I thought they were by the door but--”

DING!

The clock chimed loudly. Midnight.

He looked behind him and saw the bed was now empty and in the place his Y/N had been laying was a scrap of paper. A hint to her next location. The only help he ever got in finding her. He read over the hint and of course it was another ludicrous riddle. This curse never wanted to make it easy for him to find her.

Do you like my style?

Have you seen my shoes?

Peter found his shoes kicked under a chair and pulled them out to put back on. He opened the door to the cottage and stared out into the night.

Cause they've been ripped to shit

From walking the world

Time to find his lost girl again.

Ripped to shit from walking the world

Ripped to shit from walking the world for you

#peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #neverland #ouat #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #request

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destiel-love-forever · 6 years ago

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Prompt Fill : Sam & Catboy!Gabe

For my 3000 followers prompt fest, anon asked: I would honestly lose my mind over a fic that shows more of the Sabriel side of “Dean’s Special Little Catboy.” It would be really amazing if they got their own spin-off fic, but I would settle for a one-shot that shows more of their relationship. Smut would be nice, but even just a glimpse of their day to day life would be great.

- I’m too busy right now with my two multi-chapters so at the moment this will just be a collection of one-shots. Hope you enjoy!

Read it here @ my ao3 !

Or press keep reading and read it on here! Thank you anon, and everyone else that sent me/sends me prompts. I love and appreciate you all so much, you have no idea. <3

Sam Winchester has never felt so relieved for a work meeting to be over. It was a long, dry, pointless one. The kind where Sam just wants to scream at his clients to get their shit together. That's not what lawyers do, though, so instead he has to sit back and suffer in silence.

He's just thankful he finally got to start his own law office. He sets his own hours, picks his own staff, and decides what cases he wants. It even gives him time for pro bono cases.

Best of all? No one can give him shit for having his catboy at work.

When he enters his private office inside the firm, he finds his boy on the burgundy rug in front of the fireplace. He's laying on his belly with his little feet swaying in the air as he colors in the new Princess book Sam bought him this past week. A plate of carrot sticks, cheese, and crackers is beside him with his sippy cup full of juice.

Sam doesn't even close the door before he sees Gabriel's little cat ears perk. He hears a distant sniffing sound and then the catboy is up and running to him.

“Daaadddy!” He launches into Sam's arms, wrapping his skinny legs around his waist and wiry arms around his neck, squeezing. “I missed you soooooo much. You was gone fowevew!”

“I know. Daddy missed you too.”

He wiggles in excitement. “We go home now?”

“Daddy has a little more work to do. But if you're a really good boy, we can go to the park after.”

Gabriel's eyebrows raise. “And ice cweam?”

Sam laughs and plants a kiss on Gabriel's nose, making the kitten squirm and giggle. “Ice cream too.”

“Yaaaay!” He claps his hands and wiggles, a silent request for daddy to put him down.

When Sam puts him on his feet, he settles on his belly again and returns to coloring. It's a picture of Minnie Mouse holding a heart. He wants to write ‘I love you daddy’ but his little mind is hurting from trying to remember his lessons. His pink tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. It takes time but then he's finished.

He hops up and runs over to his daddy, tugging on his shirt sleeve to get his attention. Sam looks down to see his little one proudly holding the piece of paper colored in chaotic scribbles with I Luv U Dady in choppy handwriting.

Sam's heart skips. “Oh baby. I love it so much! Thank you.”

Gabriel puffs up with pride, cheeks turning pink. He fiddles with his pretty yellow dress, tiny fingers loving the feel of the tutu material against them. He loves being dressed in pretty things but he loves being nakey more. He wishes they were home already so he could strip down. He could take a nice warm bubble bath, and then daddy would lotion him up and make him smell all nice. Then he could snuggle nakey on daddy’s lap, feeling daddy’s big hands stroking his soft skin. Maybe keep his cock warm for a while. They could watch a movie.

He sighs. “Daddy, you done yets?”

“No, baby. I need maybe one more hour.”

“Bit I bowed.”

“Hi bored, I’m daddy.”

Gabriel frowns at his daddy, eyebrows pulling in. His daddy is always making terrible daddy jokes, and they usually get him to smile, but not today. He’s putting his tiny foot down. If he giggles and forgives him, he’ll be bored for another hour. If he continues to be angry and pouty, maybe daddy will decide to leave early. Or at least figure out a way to entertain him in the meantime.

Sure enough, his daddy looks sad and guilty. He reaches out and takes the kitten into his arms. Gabriel straddles his lap and places his two small hands on his daddy’s chest, kneading him.

“Do you want to keep daddy company while he writes his brief?”

Gabriel tilts his head at that last word. He’s heard it before. “Bwief means fast and showt. Dat dis?”

Sam smiles. “In a way. It’s fast and short compared to what the information actually is, but it’s not fast and short like it will be done quick. It’s gonna take me about an hour or so, bud.”

His bottom lip curls out, wet and plump, trembling with sadness. Sam can never resist that bottom lip. It gets Gabriel everything.

“Oh, baby boy.” He cradles the back of Gabriel’s head and guides that pouty lip to his mouth. The kitten shivers, then moans when his daddy licks along the seam of his lips. He opens and tilts his head. Sam takes advantage of the new position and begins to devour him. It’s been a few hours since he kissed his boy last. He had tasted like mint toothpaste and candy. Now, he tastes like his apple juice. Sam licks inside his mouth, tangling their tongue together, groaning at the rough texture of his kitten’s tongue against his.

He unzips his pants and fiddles with it to release his hard and aching cock. Gabriel gets up on his knees to give him more room to work, the kiss continuing. He’s not wearing any panties so all Sam has to do is pull out his sparkly pink plug. It’s a small one and his baby could probably use some prep, but Sam is too desperate. He breaks their kiss, latching his mouth onto the spot on Gabriel’s neck that drives the boy absolutely wild. He bites down hard, then sucks away the pain. When he feels a rush of slick covering his hand and dick, he uses it to lube up and slams into his kitten.

The noise Gabriel makes is loud and sharp, somewhere between a desperate keen and a cry for help. Sam doesn’t give him time to adjust. Gabriel wouldn’t want him to, anyway. The little one likes things on the rougher side most times. He likes to feel how big and strong his daddy is.

Tears streak down his face as his daddy fucks up into him. He huffs and pouts under his breath, sniffling and hiccuping. It doesn’t take long for his well-used hole to remember how to take his daddy, though. Then it’s fluttering open beautifully. Swallowing Sam whole. Taking him deep enough to make Gabriel feel him in his tummy. It took Sam seven months to be able to bury himself completely in Gabriel. It had been a frustrating process. Everyone thinks having a monster dick is great, but not when all you want to do is fuck the shit out of your tiny kitten and can’t.

The training was sure as hell fun, though.

And now, Gabriel takes him like a champ. Fucking loves his daddy’s monster cock. Loves the feel of being split open and stuffed full.

“Daddy, daddy,” the kitten whispers, riding him in frustration. Sam has stopped moving now. He’s grinning at his boy. It’s a teasing smile that Gabriel doesn’t think he likes much. “Daddy, move.”

“No. You’re here to keep me warm.”

The kitten looks up at him, sad brown eyes watery and red rimmed. “But - but- but we-”

“Hush.” Sam takes the back of his head and guides him forward until his face is in his neck. Gabriel sniffles and wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck, smearing his tears against the skin there. He feels a kiss pressed to his temple, eyes fluttering shut despite his anger. It’s really not that bad. Sure, daddy got him super horny, but daddy had to get him like that for his big cock to fit inside him. At least he gets to warm daddy’s cock now. Maybe he can even take a little kitten nap. Then daddy will fuck him for real, fill him up, plug him, and they can go to the park and eat ice cream.

Sighing in happiness with this new plan of action, Gabriel wiggles a little to get his daddy’s cock in a more comfortable spot, then relaxes into him and lets himself drift into a blissful rest.

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Gabriel wakes up to pure pleasure and the feeling of being full, full, full. He blinks open his sleepy eyes, looking down at his little kitty cock pressed against his daddy’s tummy. It’s drooling on daddy’s nice work shirt. He doesn’t know when daddy took his dress off but he’s not complaining. He just leans forward so his sensitive rose bud nipples get to feel the nice scritch scratch of his daddy’s shirt. When the sensation sends a zing up his spine, he shivers and moans.

“Oh, daddy.”

“What baby?”

“Feews soooooooo good.”

Sam grins down at him, loving the way his boy looks when he’s out of his mind with pleasure. The bright eyes full of tears. The bright pink cheeks. The constant twitching of his kitten ears. The way his pouty little mouth drops open in a perfect, pink ‘o’ that Sam just wants to fuck with his cock.

Leaning forward, he latches his mouth around one of those perfect perky nipples and sucks at it, harsh and fast. The kitten rocks on his cock, mewling. His claws dig into Sam’s chest but he doesn’t care. He just grunts through the pain and continues to fuck up into him.

His poor boy pussy flutters and retracts around daddy’s huge cock as he gets closer and closer to that explosion daddy always gives his belly. Sam can feel the shift and stands up, keeping Gabriel firmly on his cock. He lays the boy on his desk and leans over so he’s fucking into him hard. His little feet rest on Sam’s shoulders, the angle making him go impossibly deep and hit just the right spot every time he thrusts in.

With his next thrust, Gabriel yowls and shoots a load onto his little belly. One of his hands grabs his cocklet and starts rubbing at it like it wasn’t enough. “Needs you daddy. Need daddy’s commies in my bewwy.”

“I know, baby. Be patient.”

The little one whimpers and nods, his powdery pink prick already watering again from the rough abuse of his tiny hand against it. Sam traces the outline of his cock moving in his boy's belly. He shivers as he feels himself through the kitten's silky skin.

His kitten starts crying again, tugging at his kitty cock too hard in desperation. Sam moves his hand away to keep him from hurting himself and spits a glob down onto the boys smooth cock and hairless little balls. He uses it as lube and starts working his baby boy into his second orgasm.

“Come for daddy and I'll give you my commies.”

“Oooooh, yes daddy! Pwease!” He twitches his thin hips and gasps, cheeks and tips of his human ears turning pink, tail coming around to brush against his little cock that's being rolled between his daddy's two fingers. The feel of the hair tickling him is enough and he shoots watery little spurts of kitten come onto himself. Sam lets go of his cocklet and grabs his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into him three times roughly before stilling and filling him.

Even after he pulls out, there's a tiny bulge in his kitten's soft tummy from where he dumped his load. He plugs his hole, then scoops him up to carry him to the adjoining bathroom. After he cleans and dresses his boy again, the sleepy kitten looks up at him, rubbing at an eye.

“We go pawk now? ‘N ice cweam?”

Sam laughs, ruffling his boys pretty blonde curls. “Of course, buddy. Let's go.”

#prompt #prompt fill #sabriel #supernatural #alternate universe #catboys #catboy!Gabe #catboy gabriel #owner sam #gabriel #Sam Winchester #speciallittlecatboys #deansspeciallittlecatboy #spinoff #oneshots #smut #fluff #cuteness overloads

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angstymarshmallow · 7 years ago

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A New Years Countdown (Zig x MC)

[A little note: Thanks to the anon that requested A.Q. Are you drunk? dialogue prompts For Zig x MC. This ended up being a little silly but a lot of fun! Hope it’s an enjoyable read]

[Summary: Drinking and celebrating on New Years Eve is a new tradition Dia (MC) and her friends take to heart going into their second quarter of sophomore year. While she’d rather spend it with Zig, spending it with her friends is the next best thing].

[Word Count: 3991]

She can’t remember the last time it’s been this bad. The last time she’s drank this much to impair her movement. She can barely stand – or at least she doesn’t think she can stand.

She tenses up the moment she tries, and swaying becomes her go-to inside her seat as she bumps shoulders with Zack. She shoots him an apologetic shrug and decides it’s probably for the best that she’s wedged in the middle.

The shot glasses and beers in front of them are all empty. They have been for the past couple minutes. She can’t remember which ones are hers – but they cover nearly half the table.

Breaking the seal at this point is the worst thing imaginable right now.

Yet she frowns; mind fumbling to remember how many shots she’s had – just in case she really needs to go. As Kaitlyn calls for another around, she’s pretty certain she lost count. Somewhere between four – no five rounds of tequila, and a couple beers – she’s forgotten how much liquor passed through her system since arriving at their favourite dive bar hours ago.

The place is crowded – packed to almost the brim with people she’s never met before. Mostly it’s a lot of faces familiar faces, people around Hartfeld’s most well-known campus. A younger crowd, all overwhelmingly looking for one last ride before the new year can begin.

They were swept into it too.

She huffs a breath, tapping her fingers lightly across the surface as her gaze swerves and lingers over to where the rest of her friends are.

Zig, Chris, Becca and Tyler are deeply invested in a game of pool. Her gaze remains idly on Zig; watching his competitive streak make an appearance as he shoots another stripe into a hole. Beside him, Chris gives a loud whoop while Tyler shrugs helplessly at Becca’s scowl at the score.

Dia smiles; happy with the quiet knowledge that they’ve all made it tonight. However, the longer she stares at the board – moving with every shot, the more she feels nearly incapable of fighting the urge to flee to bathroom.

She knows she can’t.

Although her gaze darts between her friends, Dia can hardly still believe it. They’re all here, together on New Years Eve – celebrating with still an hour left before the countdown starts.

Between family and holiday traditions, she’s barely seen them over the course of their break; and now that they’re all are – chatting about last quarter and how enthusiastic they are for a fresh new start – she realizes how much she missed them. Missed their little arguments, the study sessions between herself, Zack and Tyler. The late girl nights with Becca and Kaitlyn. She missed all of this.

She shakes her head clear before her thoughts could linger there. Tonight, isn’t supposed to be for reminiscing. It’s about celebrating – celebrating with drinks and laughter for surviving another quarter. She was not getting all emotional about it.

Except Dia thinks she’s failing a little at the last part.

Her snorts and tiny bouts of laughter as conversation ebbs and flows around her, have turned into her fighting the urge to tear-up. She sits, rooted inside her seat and struggles to keep up with the natural current of conversation, and clears her throat every so often. Her stomach churns a little as she wiggles inside her seat and she forces her eyes to drift past the empty drinks, hoping whatever awaited her after this won’t be hovering across a toilet.

Worse than what’s waiting for her later – she thinks she’ll magically die of a heatstroke the longer she remains seated – wedged between Kaitlyn and Zack.

She swears she feels heat – practically radiating between all three of them sitting so closely together. Her face feels hot – flushed, in fact everything feels too hot and she has to wipe the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, before declaring loudly that she has to leave their booth.

Zack hesitates, a look of protest scrunches his face before his eyes catches her sordid expression.

She does her best to stop her scowl from slipping even though the urge to laugh is almost relentless as his mouth hangs a little open.

Then suddenly shutting his mouth close, he shifts and mumbles under his breath about breaking the seal before giving her a berth - just enough wiggle room to get by him.

The moment her kitten heels try to scramble her upright – her knees buckle and threaten to collapse from under her. Gripping the edge of the table, her dark-nails dig into it’s wooden surface and she clings onto it before her boyfriend’s familiar touch helps in keeping her upright.

His arm shoots up in a flash to wrap around her.

Funny, she doesn’t remember him being here – from all the way over there.

Since watching him for the past half an hour; laughing and playing pool, all she can think of more than a dozen ways of what to do to him once they moved their party back to her room later that night. She was really supposed to be thinking of the game – waiting for her turn to join in; but watching Zig has always been more fun.

She squints up at him. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Zig’s smirk breaks through the quiet concern in his eyes, as she easily leans against him. “I come here often,” he replies easily; taking her corny line in stride.

She leaned in; trying to keep her voice low. “Why don’t you come on me instead?”

From beside them, both Kaitlyn and Zack choked on their drinks and Abbie pretends to look anywhere but at them.

Blushing lightly, Zig clears his throat and steers her clear of their friends. If their conversation is heading where he thinks it is, he’d rather have as much privacy as possible with his girl, than watch the rest of their friends suffer from second-hand embarrassment.

When they’re a safe distance away, Dia tucks her hands inside his pockets and presses herself against him. She makes subtle little motions with her hips, inciting a hiss from him.

His arms encircle her, “you’re killing me here.”

She tilts her head off to one side, grinning wickedly at him before allowing her fingers to drift one at a time over his groin. “Am I?” She leaned closely enough to mutter softly inside his ear, “because I can do a lot more.”

“Mhm,” A part of him really wants to give in – to take her into a dingy corner they’ve used more than once, but the rest of him knows that they’ll have plenty of time for that later.

He stills her hands with his own, bringing them up to his lips. He decides that as much as he loves flirty Dia, he’d rather have her in private – as her hands flew stubbornly to the waistband of his jeans, his thoughts fumble. Glancing down at her, he barely fights the urge to guide her fingers into his boxers - and if she teases him for even a moment longer, he’d find the nearest bathroom stall. “Just how much exactly have you had to drink?” He tips her chin forward and examines her face under pure scurrility. “Are you drunk?”

He knows the answer even before she responds. Her eyes always widen a little as if she’s scrambling for a feasible excuse when she’s not sure how to answer. It’s something he never noticed at first; but the more he gets to know her, the more he’s able to discern her little quirks. He watches in amusement as she utters a little snort before swiping a few strands of her hair behind her ear. “Noooo, of course not.” She doesn’t meet his stare, “I’m just a little…tipsy that’s all.”

As if for emphasis, she gives him a firm nod before slipping her arms around his neck. “But I wouldn’t mind getting drunk on you. Seriously, you’re like intoxicating to be around.”

He chuckles, “and so the bad puns begin.”

“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet.” She grins up at him, “besides, I know you love it.”

“I do,” he agrees, “but I love you more.”

Snorting, she presses her lips to his. “Dork.” She kisses him noisily, tongue darting inside his waiting mouth. “I love you too.” She murmurs in between kisses.

His arm slides in the direction of her rump, giving it a firm smack before pulling away. “Show me how much you love me later,” He jerks his chin towards his game of pool that he’s left behind for her. “We should probably get back, I have a game to win.”

“Is the game really more important than a chance to make-out with your girlfriend?” Her lips twists until they turn into a tiny pout.

“No,” he says without missing a beat. He’d laugh at the sight if he knew it wouldn’t cause her to scowl at him afterwards. “Definitely not.” He gives her a hot once over; enough to watch those lips again curve until she laughs. “But if we keep doing that then I’m not responsible for what happens next.” As if for emphasis, his hands lightly travel across her shoulders, drifting across her clevage until they rests by her hips. “I can never get enough of you Dia,” he squeezes her by the waist. “But right now will have to do.”

Pouting again, she tips forward enough to give him one last sizzling kiss. “Spoilsport.”

Before Zig can respond; he notices a flicker of movement behind them and steps away enough to make out Kaitlyn’s streaked hair running up excitedly behind them. “Guys, guys!” She waves her hands wildly before stopping directly in front of them.

“Woah, slow down girl.” Dia holds a hand up when Kaitlyn tries to shake her shoulders.

“Sorry,” Kaitlyn smiles sheepishly before stepping back. “It’s just, they’re starting the karaoke again –”

“- didn’t someone just get thrown out for going a little overboard with karaoke?” Zig interrupts, arm easily resting around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

Dia folds her arms and leans into him, “that was two hours ago.”

“Exactly, and now it’s all up and running again. Yay!”

Zig and Dia exchanges a look. “Yay?”

She grabs Dia’s free hand, “sing with me?”

She blinks at her friend. Blinks a second time before her eyebrows arched at her. She’s pretty sure there isn’t nearly enough alcohol for that. “No.” The falls flatly and very easily off her tongue.

“Awww, come on.” Kaitlyn insists, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve heard you sing in the shower – I know you’ve got killer vocals.” Kaitlyn pleads, glancing from her to Zig. “You’re her boyfriend,” she stares helplessly at him. “Help me convince her.”

Dia raises one eyebrow sardonically as Zig meets her stare. “No.”

Zig grins at her. “Do it for me?”

She hesitates.

Zig holds up a hand before his eyes skimmed the room. Grinning, he grabs two shots that had just been delivered to a table close by. The people protest and he ignores them before sauntering back over to them. ““Do it for me and two shots?”

She opens her mouth to speak.

“Come on baby,” his hand swishes the two shots suggestively. “Deep down, you know you want to.”

She scoffs, “hardly.” But she’s unable to stop a smile from flashing, it pokes in between a frown. It stretches the second he starts dancing in front of her.

He shakes his hips to an imaginary beat, and chants the words at her. “You know you want to. You know you want to.”

Laughing, Dia finally takes the two shots and downs them quickly. “Alright fine.”

Beside her, Kaitlyn squeals and claps her hands together excitedly. “Yes! This is going to be so freakin’ awesome!”

She scrutinizes her. Then, turning to Zig she heaves a sigh, “I’m totally going to regret this aren’t I?”

“Probably.”

She laughs, “at least I can always count on you to be honest.”

“Like how honestly, you’re gonna kick ass up there?” When Dia doesn’t answer, Zig captures her wrist before she’s able to follow Kaitlyn to the open karaoke stage. He squeezes her hand, and leans forward enough to capture her lips.

The kiss doesn’t last long, it’s warm and soft – a familiar comfort that helps settles the worst of Dia’s nerves. She kisses him back, running her fingers through his hair until he releases her.

“You’ll be fine.”

“So we’re skipping on the whole inspirational speech bit about overcoming your fears?” At his look of surprise, she hurries on. “No, that’s a good thing.”

He knows she’s only trying to lighten the mood but he can tell from here she’s nervous. His expression softens, “if you do get nervous – just look at me.”

“The whole time?”

“The whole time.”

Playfully, she punches his shoulder. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He grins, “I mean yeah, that would be an added bonus. But seriously though,” his brows furrow. He doesn’t want to push her too hard; he knows her limits well enough to recognize when she’s uncomfortable.

She bites her lower lip uneasily as he shifts closer.

“If you don’t want to –”

“I’ve already decided to,” she drops his hand and meets his concern with a timid smile. “I think I’ve grown enough balls with all this liquor to do this.”

Laughing, he shakes his head ruefully. “Hey you’ve got some of the biggest –”

“Heyyy, Dia!” Kaitlyn’s voice interrupts; booming enthusiastically from the microphone. She points at her.

A few eyes flew across the bar until they’ve landed on where they stand. “Yeah – that sexy blonde in the back, get your ass up here!”

A faint blush touches Dia’s cheek, before she gives Zig a thumbs-up. Her knees haven’t really recovered yet. She takes her time towards the stage; being extra cautious not to bump into anyone.

The moment the second mic’s in her hand, Dia freezes again.

She can’t hear what Kaitlyn’s saying beside her anymore. Her pulse quickens at the sight of the amount of people watching the stage. She isn’t sure how she missed it – but there’s far more than she realizes – staring back at her. A lot of familiar Hartfeld students watches them keenly, and for a moment Dia thinks she’s forgotten how to breathe.

Then she sees him.

She sees his confident smirk, his encouraging nod in her direction. The way his eyes seem to know exactly what she’s feeling even without her having to explain. They’re completely focused on her, and she’s completely focused on him. She sees him and thinks, I can do this.

The song is a classic – as soon as Dia notices the words on the screen; her lips are already curving into a smile. She shares a laugh with Kaitlyn before hooking elbows. “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”

Kaitlyn holds the mic closer to her chest, “caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.”

Together they both turn to the crowd, barely controlling the sudden giggle that threatens to break their solemn facade. “Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.”

There’s a hoot in the crowd belonging from Chris and Zack’s voice, while Abbie and Tyler giggle nearby as they watch the two of them prance lightly across the stage.

Zig’s can’t help but smile as he watches. There’s no doubt that they’re singing their hearts out. Kaitlyn’s range is far higher but Dia remains stoically lower octave. They mesh well together; making up for each others’ weaknesses the longer they sing. He can’t look away. He rarely gets to see this side of Dia; the side that lets her guard down almost completely. The side that doesn’t mind being watched or the center of attention.

Amusement sparks her eyes; happiness is mingled with every step she takes - he wishes he could freeze this moment in time. But he knows he can’t, and settles for etching it inside his brain instead; stamping what he can commit to memory. He has to hold onto good moments like these because he knows they’ll help him – help them to get over the bad.

He folds his arms, and tries to keep a straight face as the two of them begins sauntering out to the audience. The crowd is amicable at their improvisation. They’re invigorated by the show; cheering and hooting the moment their singing turns into a set of dance moves as well.

He thinks her eyes are the clearest of blues he’s ever seen in a long time, and her grin boarder than he’s ever seen. She’s laughing in the middle of saying the lyrics; chuckling as the audience continues to cheer.

He watches as her eyes slowly shift to his. When their eyes meet in the middle; her face drops it’s teasing light and turns sultry. Gaze still locked on his; anticipation builds inside his stomach as she saunters over – one kitten heel at a time in an exaggerated pace.

Her tone drops to nearly a haunting level; and he can’t find bring himself to look away. Every movement is deliberate – slow, but not methodical. It’s a graceful stride; the swaying her hips that belongs to a woman that’s used to attention. Her hips move to the rhythm of the song, and he doesn’t break eye contact until she’s right in front of him.

Her fingers clutch his chin while her other hand loops around his neck. By the time she’s already uttered her last note of the song, his body is nearly on fire with the need to touch her.

She doesn’t speak.

He doesn’t either.

Their eyes lock in a battle; mixing longing with need – as her eyes flash with the familiar feelings he’s been battling all night. He cups her cheek.

She slowly exhales.

All around them applauses settle, their friends being the loudest of the crowd until they both blink and remember they’re not alone.

Dia steps away first, mumbling thank you into the mic before taking a unceremonious bow and returning it to the stand.

Kaitlyn does the same, and they both mirror another bow before jumping off the stage.

Zig entwines his fingers with hers, “so?”

“So?” She waits a moment before looking off to the side. “That was really fun.” She shakes her head disbelief, “who knows liquor can do so much to a person?”

He laughs, tucking her by the side of him. “You seem like you’re holding your own.”

“Adrenaline,” she says tapping her temple. “But really the only thing that’s keeping me going,” she lowers her voice, “is knowing that I’ll have you all to myself after this.”

He smirks, eyes drifting back down to her cleavage then back at her heated stare. “Baby, you’ve already got all of me. It’s just a matter of showing you how much of me you got –” He uses his free hand to cross over his heart, “mind, body and soul, forever.”

Her cheeks flush, and she averts her stare. She can’t quite hide her smile. “Dork,” She says it with affection, “I have the dorkiest boyfriend ever. The biggest sap.”

“And the biggest package you’ve ever seen,” he waits a beat. “And been with.” He winks.

A laugh escapes her throat. Raising her eyebrows, she nods emphatically. “Yeah sure. Really, you think that.”

He pauses and glances down at her indignantly. “Wait, are you telling me you’ve seen bigger? Had bigger -”

“Let’s not go there, Zig.” She interrupts, patting his arm. “I really wouldn’t want to bruise your ego.”

“Ouch.” The sudden flash of hurts disappears the moment she collapses into a fitful of giggles.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” she says honestly. When he glances at her again, her crystal blues are burning with so much sincerity that it steals his next breath. “You’re the real thing. The real deal.”

“The real deal, huh?” He swears his heart has skipped a beat, almost as if it’s forgotten to work like a proper and normal human heart. Instead, it feels strange - like a tight bind that refuses to budge.

As they walk back hand in hand to their friends, Dia breaks the silence. “You know, love and shit,” She mumbles softly. “That’s real.”

“Hmm?”

“Sometimes I think people say the words I love you and never really mean it you know.” She tucks a stray strand of her hair, behind her ear. “You’ve been the first person I’ve said it to so I can’t judge on any large scale but - I know that,” she bites her lower lip, “sometimes I know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She takes a deep breath, her gaze shifting - not quite meeting his stare. “Almost like you’re the center of everything – ” her mouth forms a tiny frown, “and yet that doesn’t feel enough to explain what you mean to me.

Suddenly, she feels self-conscious as she glances up at him. He’s been staring intently at her the moment she spoke. “So i guess, saying I love you - has to be enough.”

Her words stop him in his tracks. The tight bind inside his heart threatens to burst, and sends his heart racing like crazy. He has to take a couple seconds, to remember where they are and not scoop her up inside his arms. He takes a few moments just to breathe.

“What?” She peers up at him.

“Nothing I just,” His composure back, he manages a smile and nudges her with his shoulder. “I love it when you’re romantic that’s all,” his smile stretches.

It’s so warm that Dia thinks she can feel heat blossoming inside her chest, reaching all the way to her toes.

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you do care,” he admits and at her frown, he hurries on. “I mean I know you do care, it’s just you make it hard sometimes…sometimes to even read what you’re thinking or feeling.”

Dia winces, “yeah I’m working on that.”

“And you are.” Shrugging, he adds. “I just…love when it’s like this.” He looks ahead as they start walking again. “When it’s simple.”

“Me too.” She takes a moment to settle her thoughts, but before she can speak again – her eyes catch the screens flickering by the front of the bar.

“I think it’s starting,” Zig speaks up, excitement keeping his tone light.

“The countdown?” Dia blinks, “shit! We should probably join them.”

They scramble the rest of the way to their friends with almost five seconds left before the start of a new day.

They count together and the rest of the bar joins in. Each time Dia looks around at her friends, she feels a buzzing inside her ears – excitement that refuses to be quelled as they waited in anticipation for that last number. And when the last number does switch to zero, she feels Zig’s strong arms bringing her to his chest seconds before she feels his lips, pressing hotly against her own.

She kisses him back; lips that slide against one another as if they’ve always fitted like the two remaining pieces of a puzzle. They kiss again and again, until Zig’s finger began touching at exposed parts of her skin. Against his lips Dia’s barely able to mutter as she exchanges their first words into a new year. “Happy New Years, I love you.”

His lips curve into a smile so huge, she laughs. “Happy New Years, I love you too.” He whispers back, and together they entwine their fingers again. They meet their friends with renewed smiles as they grab another round of shots. Together, they take turns playing pool until the bar closes up for the night. They exchange goodbyes as Dia follow Zig back to his dorm; and they turn in for the night with anticipated notions of spending the rest of the first day of a new year alone.

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deepdickdaniel · 7 years ago

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Kang Daniel | Rival!AU

prompt: anon request - “hi! can you write an au where Daniel and the reader are always competing with each other for some reason and end up liking each other? lol thanks!!”

note: my first request! thank you so much for sending it in and remember that my ask is always open! also, i’m using american high school years (freshman - senior year) for this au!

you honestly weren’t sure when exactly your friendly rivalry with daniel started

was it when you tried b-boying in middle school and he couldn’t stop his laugh when he saw you fail to lift yourself off the ground?

or was it when you shot the basketball into the hoop on your first try during gym class when he had been trying for the past fifteen minutes?

the world may never know - it only knew that a rivalry existed

even as you guys entered high school, you just felt a raging desire to beat daniel at every thing that he wanted to beat you in

in freshman year, you guys didn’t even know what to compete in

you guys ended up competing to see who could get the most average grades

you read right: the most average grades

you literally made your teachers add up all the grades for exams and find out the averages

whoever had the closest score to that grade won

you guys kept this up for at least three months until a kind senior that daniel knew, jisung, finally knocked some sense into y’all

“stop intentionally getting lower grades just to be closer to the average! that just shows how dumb you guys are!”

and in sophomore year, you guys competed to see who could volunteer the most time at the local animal shelter

the two of you literally bolted to the shelter right after classes let out, which turned into another semi-competition by racing

he always won but his mom made him go home earlier than you so your times always ended up evening out

and on halloween of that year, you guys wanted to see who could dress up in the most ridiculous costume

he dressed up in a ballerina costume

you dressed up as him lmao

you had on a baggy t shirt and a snapback turned around over your head

the best part? you were wearing bold white glasses to pay homage to his middle school self

he wanted to die when he saw those and admitted defeat just to get you to take them off

in junior year, you guys took part in a “who can feed jaehwan the most disgusting food?” competition

whoever was able to make jaehwan throw up won

spoiler alert: daniel won because he didn’t even bother trying to think up of ways to make food digusting - he just literally put a whole bunch of things in a blender and made jaehwan drink it

also in junior year, you guys had a class trip to an amusement park and battled it out by seeing who could go to the most attractions

you won because he refused to go into the haunted house without seongwu

“you need to hold his hand, huh???”

“shUT UP NO I DON’T”

you were in senior year when you started running out of things to compete in

then you guys remembered that there was such thing as a senior prank

so you already know you guys tried that

you blew up balloons and put them into every single underclassman’s locker

while daniel filled the halls with plastic cups filled with water

you won because he got in trouble for that LOL

you were passing by the principal’s office when you saw him getting scolded

tbh, he was scared of his punishment at first but then he saw you watching him so he decided to act really cool

“daniel, what you did was very dangerous”

“teeeeechnically, it wasn’t because they just had to avoid the cups?”

and with his charming smile and beloved reputation among the teachers, he got off with just a warning

but you both decided you couldn’t be competing in things that could get you in trouble - you wanted safe fun!

so when you saw a freshman by the name of park jihoon flashing around aegyo, you both stared at each other with mischievous smiles

you guys literally had a competition about who could ruin jihoon’s jeojang the most

you did some disgustingly cute/sexy combo of a jeojang

while daniel was extra and called the class to watch him

he took out a cutesy headband and started doing the jeojang several times, making various weird faces

you didn’t even know he had a double chin until that day

he won that competition because the whole class was cheering and to be honest, you couldn’t help but cheer as well

this is when you started to realize your feelings for him: when you couldn’t help but giggle and blush a bit at the embarrassed and flustered cringing daniel did after his little performance

you found him to be so cute but also such a good sport for doing it and in front of the class nevertheless

so you went home that day and just started reminiscing about all the time you’ve spent with him

due to how much you guys have competed with each other, you saw each other a lot

and throughout that time, it was inevitable that you would have fallen for him

just because you guys competed in practically everything, that didn’t mean you guys didn’t get along

you guys were actually good friends and learned a lot about each other, especially during the time you volunteered together at the animal shelter

the first time he held a kitten and a puppy to try to get them to play with each other, you remembered feeling a weird warmth

and when he wore that ballerina costume, you saw how manly his body had become through the thin material of the leotard

when jaehwan actually got nauseous, daniel got so guilty and took really good care of him and you were able to see how sweet he was

and at the amusement park, he was so cute when he was pouty at the idea of going into the haunted house alone

you also saw him picking up all the plastic cups, one by one, even though he wasn’t punished to do so during his senior prank

the jeojang was the last straw for you

“oh my goodness, i’m in love with daniel”

coincidentally, the next day, daniel came up to you with a new proposition: whoever gets the person they want to go to prom with them first wins

this was your chance!!!

you never backed out of a challenge and even if he rejected you, it was senior year - you didn’t have much to lose

except your beautiful friendship but whatever right?

so you bravely went up to his locker after school ended and waited for him to arrive

when he saw you, he looked confused and then smirked

“ah, ready to admit defeat?”

“go to prom with me”

he wasn’t going to admit it but he was shook!!!

he looked at you strangely, but you could tell he was trying to hold in a smile

“um, excuse me?”

“i’ve been in love with you since basically freshman year and i want you to go to prom with me”

you honestly didn’t know where you were getting this courage but it was worth seeing his shocked face

that face slowly turning into a teasing smile

“nope!”

you gaped at him, lowkey hurt at his rejection - he noticed this and corrected himself really quickly

“just because you would win this competition if i said yes!”

and he skipped away happily while you glared at the back of his head

the next day however, you arrived to your locker and opened it to find a whole bunch of balloons floating out of it

at first, you thought it was a revenge prank by some underclassmen

but then you started seeing writing attached to all of the balloons

there were variations of compliments on one side and had “will you go to prom with me?” on the other

you turned around after reading one of the balloons to see daniel holding one of them by the ribbon

“go to prom with me?”

it was your turn to be surprised as you took the balloon from his hand

“this is why you rejected me?!”

he just shrugged,

“i can’t lose another competition to you”

jaehwan appeared next to you guys, holding all of the escaped balloons in his hands and giving you a pleading face

“please just say yes, you guys have been doing competitions for years and i was the victim of one of them...for the sake of the student body, just love each other already”

daniel laughed and looked at you after jaehwan said that

“well, you already love me and i already love you...sooooo, why don’t we end the war and make peace?”

you pretended to think about it and giggled internally when you saw that daniel was starting to get nervous

you gave the poor boy a break and nodded

“only because i’m in the lead - okay, we can have a draw, i’ll go to prom with you!”

and when he hugged you, you let the balloon go, and with it went the competitions you took part in for all those years

you could hear your entire school sigh in relief at no longer having to see the “sexual tension” between the two of you

instead, they gagged on a daily basis at how cutesy you guys would be due to your insistence that you loved daniel more

“no way, i have more love in my body since i’m taller. you’re just a shorty so you can’t love me more”

“my heart is bigger and it’s full of love just for you!”

your school couldn’t wait until you guys graduated

#kang daniel #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one #wanna one imagines #rival!au #request #daniel scenarios #daniel imagines #daniel

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everlarkficexchange · 8 years ago

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Prompt List

Here’s a masterlist of all the prompts we’ve received so far.

Crossed out prompts have already been selected and are being turned into fics!

We want to thank everyone who’s taken the time to come up with an idea and send it our way. Your prompts are the heart of the Exchange. Without them our lovely authors wouldn’t get to write all those beautiful fics. So, please, keep them coming!

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Prompt List:

Prompt 1: I’d like an AU with Peeta as a single dad with a kid who’s always getting in trouble. Katniss is the kid’s teacher. Love follows :) [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 2: Before the Quarter Quell. The victors decide to include Katniss and Peeta in their plans for the rebellion. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 3: Historical everlark (Georgian or Victorian era) and with Peeta as a ‘reformed rake’ and a jealous Katniss at one point… an E rating would be the icing on the cake(!) thank you so much for what you do!❤️ [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 4: Any Everlark honeymoon fics for Valentine’s Day? [submitted by @amazinglovers747]

Prompt 5: Everlark fairytale au of Little Red Riding Hood, preferably similar in tone to the film “The Company of Wolves”. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 6: Hi! I’d love to see the toast babies as bratty teenagers. Thanks :) [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 7: Everlark Fifty Shades AU but Peeta doesn’t have emotional hang-ups, Katniss does. So Katniss will be reluctant to have a real, emotional relationship with Peeta 👀 [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 8: Practice kissing - (BFFs, 16ish) Peeta gets a first date and admits to Katniss he’s never kissed a girl and he’s nervous. She offers to help him learn after telling him she hasn’t been kissed, either. It’s magical! I’d like Peeta to go on the date and realize he doesn’t want to kiss anyone but Katniss. ;) [submitted by @peetabreadgirl]

Prompt 9: “you mean it like i think you mean it or you mean it like I would like you to mean it?” [submitted by @thegirlfromoverthepond]

Prompt 10: A coworker of one that is a friend of the other tries to set Katniss and Peeta up not knowing that they are already dating. [submitted by @booksrockmyface]

Prompt 11: "The cat, baby. The. CAT.“ [submitted by @thegirlfromoverthepond]

Prompt 12: Katniss is trying to study in the library, but she can’t keep her eyes from wandering over to Peeta, who’s reading a comic book a few tables over. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 13: "on a scale from zero to camelias, how sick are you?“ [submitted by @thegirlfromoverthepond]

Prompt 14: I’d love to read a story where either K or P has done something stupid and has to grovel (but not infidelity)… [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 15: Canon-Divergent where Katniss realizes she loves Peeta the night before the Quarter Quell, she tells him and they have sex. In D13, she finds she got pregnant, and while she’s sad that Peeta isn’t with her, she’s happy to be carrying Peetas child. Because should he not return to her, she has a piece of him with her to love. It also gives her the strength to try to rescue Peeta. And to help him constructively recover from the hijacking :). [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 16: Au where hijacked Peeta is told he killed Katniss and has to deal with the guilt of killing the only girl he’s ever loved, and then later once he’s mostly back to himself he’s told she’s actually fine [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 17: We all know Katniss loves sleeping in Peeta’s arms. But what if he has a terrible sinus problem and snores a lot? [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 18:

“This is the most intimate I’ve ever been with another person.” “But haven’t you- “Sex may be intimate, but it’s only a fraction compared to the nights we lay awake talking about our fears. Nights like that you bare your soul to me, and that’s never happened before.“ submitted by someone who’s fallen in love before [@is-a-prompt]

Prompt 19: Visual Prompt [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 20: The Amazing Race AU where Katniss & Gale are teammates, Peeta & Madge or Delly are one of the other teams. They’re neck and neck in the contest, but Peeta & his partner are having more fun because hotheads Katniss & Gale keep fighting/are too competitive. New challenge! Switch partners. What happens next? ;-) [submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt 21: Everlark Pride & Prejudice AU please!! M rating because we all know we want it🙈😂 [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 22: Katniss loves her and Peetas daughter so much and she wants to give Peeta a second child before her body can’t anymore. Peeta is more than happy to agree, and they let their love create life for a second time[Canon, if you please<3. Probably should be rated M, but I guess it doesn’t have too]. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 23: Everlark gets drunk for the first time (one or both, canon or AU) [submitted by @xerxia31]

Prompt 24: Everlark in the 1980s with day-glo and jelly shoes and electro-pop!!! [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 25: Katniss and Peeta are both frequent pop-in guests at an out of the way little B&B or boutique hotel. One weekend it is surprisingly booked up and the manager asks if they can share a suite in an effort to be less of an inconvenience for such loyal customers and since they sort of know each other. [submitted by @roseymama]

Prompt 26: "A drabble where Peeta is from the Seam and Katniss is a Merchant but he’s still the one with the crush??? Sorry if it’s too specific ahah i just never read something quite like that ” (sent to me many moons ago via anon). [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Prompt 27: Katniss’s father is an undocumented worker, Peeta is a sympathetic federal agent sent to investigate or an employer willing to do anything to help. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 28: Noting tension between Katniss and the baker’s youngest son, carefree and mischievous Prim can’t resist pranking her annoyingly uptight and very responsible sister. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 29: Peeta has a great idea to get closer to Katniss AND help her struggling family – he will pretend to have new and more symptoms and pay Mrs Everdeen in bread and coin from his allowance money for all her medical treatments! Will this plan work or backfire? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 30: "Could you write some Everlark with a happy ending? Rough couple of weeks needs happy stories! Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, or whatever your heart desires!“ (sent via anon) [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Prompt 31: "Okay so I’m in the mood for some slight angst so I was wondering if you could possibly do Everlark breaking up because of a misunderstanding but of course they get back together after it’s resolved.” (anon request) [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Prompt 32: Neither one experienced in sharing a bed, Peeta and Katniss are still learning to communicate their desires. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 33: Everlark in the roaring 20s. [submitted by @bandathebillie]

Prompt 34: “I know how to fire a gun, patch up bullet wounds, hide in plain sight, find food, rob stores; you need me and you know it.” [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 35: Every time you remind me you’re alive, it gets a little easier to breathe [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 36: Visual Prompt [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 37: Katniss has to make some difficult decisions about life after grad school. Peeta wants to help her, but she’s reluctant to let him. Their relationship status and level of HEA is open for interpretation. [submitted by @hutchhitched]

Prompt 38: Katniss and Peeta are wanting to adopt a baby and have someone from the adoption agency coming to their home to interview them. Lots of mishaps occur. [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Prompt 39: Everlark ‘How to lose a guy in 10 days’ AU or something similar. [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Prompt 40: Katniss and Peeta are enemies and competing against the other. Can be as kids or adults. [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Prompt 41: Katniss and Peeta are strangers/or enemies at a theme park. They end up sitting next to each other on a ride before it breaks down and they can’t get off. [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Prompt 42: Everlark gets a puppy/kitten/other baby animal. Kill me with cuteness :) [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 43: Everlark meeting at the midnight release for a book/film. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 44: Peeta has a gf before entering college where she meets Katniss. K&P are both in the same major/dept. They break up and he and Katniss become really close and everybody thinks they’re a thing but part of Katniss thinks he’s not over his ex so he never asks her out even if they have chemistry and all. Something happens and the ex ends up transferring to the same major/dept and Katniss is extremely frustrated because she’s fallen for Peeta but the ex is trying to make sure Peeta never gets over her [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 45: An Everlark fic based on Outlander! [submitted by @viloula]

Prompt 46: Age gap everlark where Peeta has a younger Sister and Katniss is his sister’s Best Friend. They’ve all know each other since young and Katniss has loved him forever. Eventually Peeta gets married but the Wife cheats and eventually dies. A broken man, he finds no purpose until he realises Katniss’ existence. He’s still scared she’ll be like his ex and cheat on him so things aren’t so easy and smooth for a while. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 47: How about a fic that goes more into detail at the end of mockingjay. Starting where Katniss wakes from a nightmare and Peeta is there to comfort her with his *lips* and the both of them growing back together. The wonderful parts of the story that were sadly left out in the original. As always smut is welcomed. [submitted by @amazinglovers747]

Prompt 48: "You just got Mellarked, baby.“ [submitted by @littleevilisa]

Prompt 49: Haymitch has died and Katniss and Peeta , who are just acquaintances, have to drive across the country together to take his ashes to where he wanted them scattered. Haymitch may appear at times during the journey in spirit form. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 50: For Science Club, Katniss is caretaker to the bio teacher’s menagerie and assists in his animal shows by letting kids touch the snakes, rats, alligator, armadillo, giant roaches, tarantulas, etc. Peeta impulsively joins to get close to the girl with the braid. Problem? He’s squeamish and ignorant. :) [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 51: Postwar: isolated Katniss did not sit frozen in that quiet tomb of a house, suffocating! She ran madly into the woods. It’s years before anyone sees her again. What’s become of 12, Gale, Haymitch, mom…of Peeta? [submitted by @567inpanem]

Prompt 52: "What the hell is your drunk ass doing in my tent?!” Everlark meet at a music festival. [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

Prompt 53: Dialogue prompt: this has got to be the strangest day of my life… [submitted by @xerxia31]

Prompt 54: Katniss as Jane Eyre, Peeta as Mr. Rochester. [submitted by @mega-aulover]

Prompt 55: Sexy sociopath peeta [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 56: We know that Katniss has always feared becoming a mother, but what if Peeta starts to become nervous about being a father when he remembers how his family treated him when he was younger? Katniss knows she is better with actions than words so, to prove that he will be a good father, she gathers up some of the children Peeta has interacted with at the bakery/ snuck extra sweets to:) [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 57: I would love a fic where Katniss is dared to ask 'nerdy Peeta' out on a date and she actually ends up enjoying her time out with him :) [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 58: An AU where Peeta has a toddler nephew and Katniss has to take care of him while Peeta is hijacked. [submitted by @winkrookie]

Prompt 59: So a lighthearted canon divergent story where Snow's hijacking kinda backfires and instead of Peeta being murderous and crazy he reverts into a childlike state and he pulls on Katniss' braid and draws her pictures to let her know that he LIKES LIKES her [submitted by @elaine-spades]

Prompt 60: An au where Katniss is from D13 and she's the one who saves Peeta when Snow punishes D12 for inciting rebellion by bombing them [submitted by @elaine-spades]

Prompt 61: Chef! Peeta who tries to impress buissiness tycoon Katniss during the tasting for her company banquet? [submitted by @mellarkablegirl]

Prompt 62: Somebody Everlark Zootopia for me!!!! [submitted by @alliswell21]

Prompt 63: Historical AU: Katniss has been engaged to Peeta's older brother since they were children, but upon meeting a Capitolite, the groom-to-be breaks the engagement, leaving Katniss devastated and feeling rejected. To avoid more scandal and loosing K's dowry, the Mellark's hurry to offer a new betrothal to their youngest son. Neither P or K are very happy about the new arrangement, P is a known womanizer and K is too puritanical. They gradually fall in love... make it as smutty as you like :) [submitted by @alliswell21]

Prompt 64: Petty criminal Peeta Mellark has been talked into helping with the stupidest scheme his best friend has ever come up with. But if it works, they'll be set for life. All they need to do is kidnap Katniss Everdeen. [submitted by @andthisisthewonder]

Prompt 65: Canon divergent fic where everlark convinces Snow of their relationship and after their Capitol wedding Katniss and Peeta are contacted by D13 and given the task to assassinate President Snow [submitted by @elaine-spades]

Prompt 66: Would love to read a canon divergent fic that explores what Peeta says about "a lot of guys liking Katniss". This could cover a lot of tropes: no games, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, or this would have happened anyway. Would love to see Katniss more open to her feelings and the possibility of love. Would love to see how Peeta would win Katniss over with more than just Gale as competition. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 67: Katniss flashes back to the time at which her and Peeta chose their children's names; Willow and Rye. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 68: Everlark To All the Boys I've Loved Before/PS I Still Love You AU - the 3rd/final book in the series is coming but we all know it'll be PG13 at most so hit me with some smutty Peter K/Lara Jean moments using Peeta and Katniss instead. [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 69: Hijacked Peeta with an everlark toast baby in D13. Enough said [submitted by @elaine-spades]

Prompt 70: Any Katniss and Peeta telling their children about the games? [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 71: What about a drammatic/angst FF from Gale POV who goes back to Distric 12 and sees Katniss happy again with Peeta [submitted by Anonymous]

Prompt 72: Peeta and Katniss are rival co-workers. Somehow, they end up going out on a blind date. [submitted by Anonymous]

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gray-autumn-sky · 8 years ago

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Snowed In- Prequel to Miracle on 34th Street

Set in the Miracle on 34th Street verse. While it’s not imperative that you read the original story (or the epilogue), it may help to give you a bit of background.

Regina and Henry move into their new apartment and meet Robin Locksley, and his kitten, Roland.

For the anon who requested “Snowed In” combined with a Neighbors AU from my prompt list.

Regina’s eyes press closed and she lets out a shaky sigh as she flips the light switch up and down, swallowing hard as she reminds herself again and again that this wasn’t worth her tears. Deep down, she’s well aware that she’s overreacting, that this isn’t a situation that warrants her tears; after all, it’s only a power outage in the middle of a snow storm—not ideal, but also not the end of the world.

But she’s tired and though she won’t admit it to anyone, she’s terrified.

She and Henry had just moved to New York City, an overwhelming and foreign place where they didn’t know a single soul. Next week, she would be starting a new job that she didn’t feel at all qualified for—but it was the first she’d been offered since graduating months before and she was beginning to feel a little desperate—and all that day, she’d been moving into a new apartment with only a toddler to help her. And that day, each and every passing minute seemed meant to prove to her that not only did she not have a clue about how she was going to get through this, it had proven that she couldn’t do it alone.

“Okay, Henry,” she murmurs as her eyes open and she looks to the little boy clutching to her pants. “We just… have to find the candles.” Henry’s brow creases as he raises up his arms, shifting impatiently from foot to foot as he utters something indecipherable; and with a sigh, she lifts him onto her hip. “That is… if we even have candles to be found.”

“Kitty,” he says looking past her and pointing to the closed door. “Play with me.”

“Oh, Henry, the kitty doesn’t belong to us,” she tells him, cradling the back of his head as she pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek. “The kitty belongs to…” Her voice trails off as she looked to the door, suddenly remembering the friendly neighbor who lived across the hall that she’d met—and tried to blow off—that afternoon. “Henry,” she says as a smile stretches onto her lips. “You are a genius.”

A little smile tugs onto his lips, though he doesn’t understand her words, but enjoys her encouraging tone. “I want kitty.”

“Let’s go see if the kitty is home,” she coos in a sing-song voice as she carries him into the hall, hoping that her new neighbor has a forgiving heart as she takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

Earlier that day, she’d been carrying in a particularly awkward box. It wasn’t heavy but it was big and wide—and Henry was trailed crankily behind her, not understanding why he couldn’t be carried too. It was well-past his naptime and he’d barely picked at his lunch, and his bottom lip pouted out as they got onto the elevator. The doors had started to close when man’s arm came between them and she’d sighed in annoyance at the minute delay.

He wasn’t paying attention as he set down a red cat carrier and thumbed through his mail—and when she cleared her throat, making her presence known, his smile had been instant…

“Kitty!” Henry exclaims as he crouches down for a better look. “Hi, kitty…”

“Henry,” Regina murmurs in a half-hearted scold as she reaches unsuccessfully for her son’s hand. “Please don’t bother the nice…”

“He’s not bothering me.” She blinks and looks to the stranger—and for a split second, she forgets her annoyance and her exhaustion, and the only thing she can think of his how soft and deep his blue eyes are. “In fact,” he says, shifting awkwardly as he tucks the mail beneath his arm. “Let me take that.”

“That isn’t necessary. Thank you, though.”

“I insist,” he says, reaching for the box—a little tingle going down her spine as his fingers touch to hers.

“I can manage on my own,” she says, a little edge behind her words as she struggles to hold onto the box.

“What his name?” Henry interrupts, looking up with curious eyes as he sticks his fingers into the carrier and strokes the paw of a fuzzy brown kitten

“Henry,” she sighs. “Please don’t…”

“His name is Roland, and I’m Robin,” the man says as he takes the box from Regina before it slips from her hands—and she lets out a little huff in protest, then a sigh of relief as her achy arms fall to her sides. “You can take him out, if you want to. I bet he’d love to be held. He’s a rough day; we had to go to the V-E-T.”

“My son doesn’t know what the V-E-T is,” Regina says in a curt voice. “He’s two and a half.”

“Roland could only wish to be so lucky to not know about the V-E-T,” Robin chuckles as Henry tugs at the handle of the carrier, opening the little door and smiling excitedly as a tiny brown ball of fluff walks out and immediately crawls into his lap; and in spite of herself, she can’t help the smile that creeps onto her lips. “Roland and I moved in last week. We know how exhausting it can be carrying all of these boxes up nine floors.”

“It’s not like we have to take the stairs.”

“Thank goodness for small favors.”

Swallowing, she shifts and crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes fixing on Henry and the kitten, watching as Roland purrs as Henry’s tiny fingers stroke the space between his ears. “Well, the movers did most of the work, but…” Her voice trails off and she looks back at her new neighbor, softening a little. “We had some personal things that we didn’t quite trust them with, things we didn’t want damaged or…” She stops. “Wait. Did you say nine floors? As in, you live on the ninth floor?”

“I did and I do.”

“We’re on the ninth floor, too.”

“I’m in apartment 925,” Robin says, voice piquing with excitement.

“And we’re in 926…” She chuckles as her jaw tightens a bit. “We actually hoped to get 925. It has a better view.”

“Oh, so you’re the reason I had to offer to pay nearly a third more in rent to get it,” Robin says, laughing and shifting the box in his arms, smiling at her in way that’s both awkward and charming—in a way that gets under her skin and makes her bristle. “Well, the two of you are welcome to come over and… enjoy the view whenever you’d like.” He grimaces. “And, that sounded like a terrible pick-up line. I’m sorry.”

She can’t help but roll her eyes. “I didn’t take it that way,” she tells him. “And while it’s kind of you to offer…”

“Do you need help with anything else? I don’t have much to do this afternoon and I…”

“No, I think we can manage on our own,” she cuts in, her shoulders squaring in a defense she knows is unnecessary as her heart flutters in betrayal. “We always do.”

“I know better than most that nine floors is an awfully long way…”

“We’ll manage,” she interjects, her tone harsher as the elevator doors open. “Thank you, though.”

Robin nods and she watches as a grin pulls onto his lips as he watches Henry scoop Roland up in his arms, hugging him tightly as he carries him into the hall. He sets the box down in front of her door and shifts his mail back into his hand, fishing for his keys. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t. But again, I appreciate the offer.”

Robin crouches down, and a little reluctantly, Henry gives the cat back to him. “I, uh, didn’t catch your name,” he says as his eyes shift up to her.

“Regina… and my son’s name is Henry.”

“Well, Regina,” he says, rising to his feet. “It was nice to meet you and just so you know, my offer always stands.” He gives her a quick wink as he turns his attention back to Henry, telling him that it was nice to meet him, too, and he hoped that he’d come over soon to play with Roland.

Regina takes a breath as she unlocks her door, kicking the box inside as she guides Henry into their apartment—and as the door closes, she can’t help but smile as Robin mutters something about forgetting the ‘damn carrier’ in the elevator…

“Regina…” he says, as the door opens, his voice full of surprise. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she mumbles, shifting Henry on her hip. “I, um, was wondering if you had some candles or maybe a…”

“Just the ones I’m using,” he answers as he looks regretfully behind himself. “I’m sorry, and while I have a flashlight, the batteries in it are dead.”

“There’s no need to be sorry,” she says, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Sorry to bother…”

“Come in.”

She blinks as he looks back to him—and then, to her own surprise, she finds herself nodding. Robin steps aside to let her in—and almost immediately, Henry is leaning out of her arms with his hands stretched open as he catches a glimpse of Roland curled up on a pillow that’s covered in paw prints on the floor. She sets him down and smiles as he toddles toward the kitten, falling down to his knees as the cat nuzzles his hand.

“Thank you,” she says a bit uneasily as she turns to Robin, not really knowing what to say. “I, um… don’t know which box the candles are in… and…”

“And another perk of this apartment is the fireplace,” he cuts in, as hand brushes against the small of her back, leading her toward the living room. “And a perk of having moved in last weekend is that, not only did I unpack the candles my mother bought for me—and candles I insisted I would never use—I also unpacked the blankets and had time to do some grocery shopping.”

She nods. “Those are… definitely nice, uh, perks.” And then she grimaces at her comment—chiding herself for her awkwardness. “I’m sorry,” she says as she turns to face him. “I’ve been up since six and haven’t stopped moving since them. I’m exhausted and he hasn’t napped…” Her voice trails off. “What I am trying to say is… I really appreciate you taking us in tonight.”

“And I appreciate that company.” A slight grin tugs onto his lips and there’s a flicker of something she can’t quite place in his eyes—a flicker of something that makes her heart flutter and her stomach churn. “Have you two had dinner?”

“No…”

“Well,” he returns, his grin brightening as he steps around her and reaches into a brown paper bag. “I have marshmallows, chocolate and a full box of graham crackers. It’s not much in the way of dinner, but it’s something.” She can’t help but smile as his grin grows bashful. “I wish I had something more to offer, but I… I am a grown man, who graduated at the top of his class in law school, who eats like a child.”

“I won’t hold it against you.”

“And I’ll be forever grateful,” he says, as he hands her the box of graham crackers.

Grabbing a candle, he leads her toward the fireplace—and he pulls a blanket from one of chairs that they pass. She takes the blanket and fans it around her shoulders—and when she looks up to thank him, she’s once again caught up in his soft and shimmery blue eyes. “I… I’m sorry about earlier. I was…”

“Delightful.”

“I was rude.”

“You were tired. You said so yourself.”

“That’s no excuse…”

“Sure it is,” Robin insists as he sits. “I won’t hold it against you, as long as you don’t hold it against me when you find me tapping my foot impatiently and glaring at our neighbors as I wait for an available dryer in the laundry room.”

A grin pulls onto her lips. “So, you have the dietary habits of a child and you’re impatient,” she begins, lowering herself into a comfortable chair across from Robin, watching as he pulls open the bag if marshmallows and reaches for two skewers that sit by the fireplace—indicating that this is not the first time since moving in that he’s had a dinner of s’mores. “What else should I know about my new neighbor?”

Robin’s lips part and his eye narrow in consideration—but before he can say anything, Henry’s laugh rings out and they both turn to look in the boy’s direction. A smile stretches instantly across Regina’s lips and Robin laughs as they watch Henry press his palms to the floor, raising his butt up in the air and wiggling it—an exact mirror of Roland’s position—and Roland bats his paw at Henry’s hand in approval.

“I think my cat has found his perfect playmate,” Robin says, looking back to her.

“Yes,” she says quietly, inhaling a deep breath—and reminding herself not to get too comfortable, reminding herself not to fall for him and reminding herself that this can’t possibly end well for any of them. “It seems he has.”

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exosmutxoxo · 8 years ago

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Baby Boy

A/N: Okay, firstly, I have zero knowledge when it comes to mommy kinks so please forgive me if this smut is not the most accurate mommy kink you’ve read. Secondly, I wanted to include a sex scene in this smut but I found that if I added it in, it felt a bit overdone if you know what I mean. Thirdly, since some of you mentioned that I should try writing in second/third POV, I decided to make a first attempt at it! This one is in second POV and it worked out well, so thank you to the anon who gave me this suggestion x lastly, remember to leave me some feedback in the ask box, okie? <3

Pairing(s): Sehun x Reader

Warnings: Mommy kink, stripteases

Genre: Light smut

Requested: Yes

Summary: Baby boy Sehun just needs some love and attention from his mommy.

Word Count: 2129

To those who know Oh Sehun well, he’s a young and handsome young man without a care in the world, choosing to spend his youthful years by getting drunk on tequila and getting into harmless trouble with his usual gang of friends. To the eyes of the outside world, he’s a completely normal twenty-one-year-old living a completely normal life. He goes to work daily, he owns an adorable dog named Vivi and he has decent fashion sense. Oh, and he also has a mommy kink. Wait a minute, that last bit doesn’t sound too normal for a twenty-one-year-old man, does it?

At twenty-six years old, you have dozens of men falling for you, willing to kiss the ground you walk on, to which you are fully aware of. To your own eyes, you’re actually decent-looking. To men, however, you’re practically a goddess. Unfortunately for at least half of the male population, you only have eyes for a particular man. Or to be more specific, a particular boy.

Oh Sehun, five years younger than you and utterly drop-dead gorgeous, is your boy toy. Honestly, you have no flipping idea when he developed a fetish for older women but along the way, you started growing attached to the idea of pampering a man younger than you are. As far as it gets, you have to admit that it’s pretty weird for a carefree young woman like yourself to fall in love with the idea of babying another legal adult; you should be running around in lingerie and shaking your ass in the faces of men older than you are, indulging in impulsive flings and breaking hearts everywhere you go.

But instead, you find yourself veering down an entirely different path. Instead of soaking in the comforts of another man’s care, you end up devoting all your time and attention to a boy with a mommy kink.

“Have you been a good boy, Sehunnie?” You coo down at the young man chained to the bed frame, squirming beneath your adoring gaze and stripped down to absolutely nothing, basking in his naked glory. He emits a whine, straining against the restraints of the handcuffs holding him down and stares up at you with puppy eyes, his alluring lips pushed into a suggestive pout.

“I’ve been a complete angel, Mommy”, Sehun protests sulkily, deliberately fidgeting in the hold of the cuffs and causing the clinking of metal against the bed frame to resonate throughout the room. The little brat knows very well how much his struggling drives you a little insane so like the little devil he is, getting on your nerves is his top priority right now.

“Good boys don’t kick up a fuss, baby boy”, you reprimand him, gesturing to the cuffs keeping him tied down.

“But they’re uncomfortable”, he whines, “and I wanna touch you but these stupid cuffs won’t let me”.

A few years ago, you would’ve been aghast if you knew that pampering a male adult with a mommy kink would result in consistent whining and pouting and endless fussing but you’re not who you used to be so you’ve grown to accept that Sehun is never going to kick his ‘I want it my way’ attitude. Plus, you have to admit to yourself that it’s actually really cute.

Yeah, you’re that far gone.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” You smile down at him sweetly, watching with relish as he perks up with interest, the familiar twinkle returning to his eyes. “If you behave”, you continue, “Mommy will reward you. How does that sound, baby boy?”

Sehun considers your offer carefully, sucking on his lower lip thoughtfully. “What kind of reward?” He asks curiously.

“Anything you want”. You simper down at him, to which he practically melts at. A quick glance down at his crotch tells you a lot about what’s going through his mind at the moment; his cock gives an excited little twitch at the promise of a reward and you can’t help but mentally pat yourself on the back for getting him wrapped around your little finger. Who’s to say you’re not a great mommy? You’re the fucking greatest.

“I want a striptease, then”, Sehun abruptly demands, not taking a no for an answer. “And I want these cuffs off”. As if to prove his point, he rattles his wrists in the handcuffs noisily, much to your huffiness. Determined to not let his bratty nature get to you, you fold your arms and eye his naked form sternly.

“On one condition”, you state in your best ‘authoritative mother’ voice. “You don’t get to come until I allow you to do so”.

Before Sehun can come up with another whiny remark, you dive onto the bed and take his half-erect cock in your warm hands, running your fingertips over it lightly. Instantly, he hardens even more in your grasp, his breathing getting ragged. Satisfied with his flustered response, you lower your head and blow out air from between your pursed lips onto his length, watching Sehun’s face in delight as he scrunches up his features awkwardly.

Turning your attention back to his cock at hand, you drag the back of your wrist down the erect length, resulting in a high-pitched whimper from your baby boy. He throws his head back against the mountain of pillows, struggling in the cuffs’ restraints and breathing growing ragged as he makes a desperate attempt to control his raging hormones. You know at the back of your mind that Sehun is someone who comes easily so you use that little fact to your advantage, utilizing your magical fingers to the fullest.

Pressing your thumb against his tip gently, you observe as pre-come starts to form against the pad of your finger, white and glistening in the warm bedroom light. Sehun starts to grow fidgety, his whimpers escalating to whines. “Don’t tease me, Mommy”, he begs, “Sehunnie needs to come soon”.

“You don’t come until I say so”, you reiterate your point fiercely, giving his cock a hard tug to which he arches his back off the mattress needily, crying out like the baby he genuinely is. “Do you understand me, baby boy?” You add, softening your tone when you catch sight of how blotchy his face has grown.

He nods feverishly, tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes. “Yes, Mommy”, he whispers, “I’ll be a good boy just for you”.

And just like that, your hearts melt into a puddle of motherly goo at the sight of his pitiful expression; lips pushed into a childish pout, eyes downcast, hair all ruffled like the little boy he is deep down. How could you resist those puppy eyes? And that innocent, angelic expression? He’s your baby boy, how could you torment him like this?

Relenting, you pull your hands away from his already leaking cock and reach up to undo the cuffs with a snap, shooting a reassuring smile down at him. “Mommy won’t put you through that torture anymore, okay?” You croon, carding your fingers through his ruffled hair. “Go ahead and get comfortable in the chair over there. I’ll give you a striptease soon”.

Absolutely delighted at getting his way once again, Sehun is off the bed in an instant and dashing over to the chair positioned at the other end of the room, everything hanging loose in a very provocative manner. Making himself comfortable in the chair and splaying out his legs so that his erect cock is on full display for your eyes only, he gazes up at you expectantly, eyes wide and mischievous grin playing on his rosebud lips. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s in his naked glory with all his parts hanging free, he would be the perfect picture of innocence.

But you knew better. Oh Sehun is anything but innocent, especially when it comes to sex. He’s bratty, whiny, demanding and a little selfish at times but then again, he’s your selfish boy toy and you wouldn’t swap him for any other man in the world.

So you proceed to pamper him, donning on your sexiest lingerie and planting yourself in front of him with your hands propped on your hips confidently as you eye him challengingly. “Hope you’re all prepared, baby boy”, you tease and watch with satisfaction as he practically swoons at the sensual sight of you.

“I’m always prepared for my Mommy”, he breathes, wild eyes raking down your hourglass figure feverishly and drinking in every inch of you hungrily. The erotic excitement in his eyes sends a jolt of pride through you, prompting you to square your shoulders and stride up to him without an ounce of doubt, shaking back the waves of your hair proudly.

This is your golden opportunity to show Sehun how lucky he is to have a ‘mommy’ like you; towering great height (even without kitten heels), luscious hair, unwavering confidence. He can’t get a better sugar mommy than you and you’re determined to show him that tonight.

So without wasting anymore time, you start to sway your hips teasingly as you approach him, taking your lower lip in between your teeth and never breaking eye contact with him. You’ve completely and utterly enraptured the poor boy, causing him to follow your every minute move with those jaw-droppingly stunning dark eyes of his, tongue hanging out greedily like a dog getting ready for dinner.

Encouraged, you tilt your head to the side with playfully feigned innocence, allowing your jet-black curls of hair to cascade down your bare shoulder like an ebony waterfall. Following that, you slowly run the palms of your hands down your thighs, letting your eyelids drift shut as you do so. You lose yourself in the moment entirely, touching yourself with your feather-like fingertips and swaying your hips in time to the raw and sensuous music you’ve conjured up in your own head.

Your fingertips trail down your thighs and back up again, running over your stomach and gradually moving up to your breasts. In your mind, you pretend it’s Sehun touching you; trailing those sinful hands of his over every inch of your burning skin, making you feel good.

The heavy, ragged breathing coming from your baby boy spurs you on to weave your hand down to the space in between your legs, cupping your own soaking womanhood through the damp material of your lacy panties and emitting a moan at the physical contact. All you’re craving for is the touch of your baby boy but you immediately reject that thought; it’s your night to put on a show for him, to please him and not the other way round.

Sehun, on the other hand, is completely immersed in you, eyes as wide as marble and tongue sticking out lustily. His cock has reawakened, stiff and leaking pre-come at the tip, and you feel yourself flush with pride. Switching it up a notch, your hands proceed to slowly undo the straps holding your lingerie together, allowing them to slide off your shoulders suggestively as you keep your unwavering gaze fixated on Sehun’s face.

He runs the tip of his tongue over his lips at the sight of your agonizingly slow striptease and you can’t help but purse your lips into a pout, tossing a wink in his direction. “Do you like this, baby boy?” You murmur, dropping your voice to an octave lower and drinking in the way he practically pants in need, perched at the edge of the chair.

“Take it all off, Mommy”, he begs. Without tearing his gaze away from you, he takes his stiff cock in his hand and starts to stroke it feverishly. For a moment, you pause to watch as he jerks himself off to you and a mixture of amusement, pride and longing courses through your veins; that’s your boy right there, jacking off to you desperately and in need of your touch, and you can’t help but feel like such a proud mommy.

Grinning to yourself, you undo one last strap and allow the lingerie to fall to a puddle at your feet. There you stand, completely bare and naked and exposed in front of Sehun and the ravenous expression on his handsome features is all it takes for you to fling yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss. He reciprocates, immediately turning to putty in your hands.

He leans in to you, putting his mouth near the shell of your ear. “Ride me, mommy”, he whispers seductively, running his hands down your bare sides greedily.

You smile at that, desire sending shivers throughout your entire form. “I thought you would never ask, baby boy”.

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