#oh god it is so wet and rainy

[coralreeferband]

Breakdancing opera singing Louie XVI??? Is that what he is????

[nyzfiles]

autumn rain - yjm

synopsis - you and your girlfriend spend a rainy autumn day cozied up together

warnings - smut (minors and men dni !)

tags - service top!jimin x bottom!fem reader, nipple stimulation, cunnilingus (reader receiving), cum eating, fingering, overstimulation, thigh riding, jimin and y/n are very sweet and mushy and very much in love

the smell of the spiced pumpkin candle you had burning on your nightstand fills your nose as you shift around in bed, slowly waking up from your nap with jimin. your head lays on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as she holds you in her embrace. the sound of rain patters on your window, trees officially having turned their various colors of yellow, orange, and red. jimin smiles at you sleepily, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "did you sleep well?" she asks, pulling you in close for a sweet kiss. you nod, resting your head under her chin as you snuggle closer to her. "you're so warm..." you mutter, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone. she smiles, threading her fingers through your hair and leaning down to kiss you. you lean into the kiss, hand resting on the skin showing on her waist.

her hand moves to cup your ass, squeezing lightly as she swipes her tongue along your bottom lip. you let out a soft moan, grinding your clothed pussy against her thigh resting between your legs. "that's it sweetheart, fuck yourself on my thigh." she whispers, hand skimming your bare stomach under your shirt. you whimper, holding onto her tightly as you grind on her thigh. her hand cups your breast, thumb grazing your sensitive nipple. heat floods your stomach, your dampness leaking onto her thigh as you move yourself back and forth. she removes your shirt all the way, lips wrapping around your nipple as she swirls her tongue. you gasp, hips bucking as you frantically chase your high. "so close..." you whine, gripping her hair as she sucks and licks your nipple, hips moving faster. "cum for me, sweetheart." she mutters, grazing her teeth against your nipple. your stomach tightens and your pussy clenches before you throw your head back, stars blurring your vision as you cum in your panties.

your movements slow as your ride out your high, sweat making your hair cling to your forehead. jimin cups your cheek, pressing her lips to yours. "you're so beautiful." she smiles, hand caressing your waist. you blush, your noses almost touching as you lean in for another kiss. "i love you." "i love you too." she answers, trailing her hand down between your thighs. your heart pounds, pussy clenching around nothing as her hand stops. "gonna give you my fingers, okay?" she mutters, forehead resting against yours while two of her fingers rest at your soaking wet hole. you nod eagerly, lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. her fingers push into you, your pussy squeezing tight around them. your breath catches in your throat, words failing you as her fingers pump deep inside you. you wrap your arms around her, burying your face in her neck while she curls her fingers in your tight pussy, her thumb rubbing your swollen clit. "feels so good..." you whimper, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. she kisses your temple, lips lingering as your pussy clenches around her fingers and she applies more pressure on your clit. "you're so pretty, sweetheart." she soothes, tilting your chin up and kissing you with affection and adoration. you buck your hips against her hand, holding her in an embrace as your release builds within you. her fingers slide deeper, grazing the spot deep inside you and your walls flutter around her. "oh god...i'm so close...cumming!" you ramble, tears streaming down your face as your legs shake and your release coats her fingers.

she wastes no time in bringing her fingers up to your lips, and you eagerly take them into your mouth, sucking off your arousal. you moan softly, sucking on her fingers and swirling your tongue around them. she smiles, slowly removing them from your mouth before instructing you to sit on her face. you follow her instructions, watching as she wraps her arms around you, head between your thighs. "im too sensitive..." you whine, you pussy instinctively clenching. she pouts, finger teasing your hole. "you can gimme one more, right sweetheart?" she croons, her breath making your clit throb. you nod, threading your fingers through her hair to give your approval. she smiles, pulling you closer and sliding her tongue through your already wet folds. you grip her hair, moaning out her name as your stomach already tightens. she groans into your pussy, the vibrations making you whimper while you grind against her face. her tongue swirls around your clit before she closes her lips around it and sucks. you throw your head back, burying her face in your pussy as you grind your hips faster. she releases your clit with a pop, tongue flicking against it in a perfect rhythm that makes you arch your back. you cry out, hands gripping the headboard in front of you as your thighs shake around her head. you screw your eyes shut, chanting her name while her tongue lazily licks at your clit to work you through your high. once the pleasure subsides you slowly move, collapsing onto the bed, and curling your body against her's.

she smiles, licking your cum off her lips and pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. you sigh happily, face pressed against her boobs as drowsiness seeps into your body again. you start to mess with the hem of her shorts, wanting to please her as she just did with you but her hand stops you. you pout, looking a little confused. "wanna make you feel good." you mumble, sleepiness in your voice. "not tonight, sweetheart. tonight was about you." she kisses you softly, stroking your hair as you fall asleep and the autumn rain falls against the windows.

[rosenclaws]

rainy days | Leopold Mountbatten x reader

summary: You run a small bookshop and expect a slow day when a storm rages through New York, until a very handsome stranger walks through your doors.

a/n: I watched Kate and Leopold and I am certifiably obsessed and totally normal. I apologize if any of his dialogue sounds off I'm not used to writing the way he talks. Anyways please indulge my new obsession and I hope you all like it!!

part 2

You sigh as you listen to the rain hit the windows of your little book shop. A hot cup of tea is sitting by your side as you flip through one of your books. You love your bookshop but today is definitely a slow one.

Though you do see people hustle past with their umbrellas, clutching their bags and dressed too nice for the rain. So for now you settle down for a quiet day. That is until the little bell rings, a sign someone has ventured through the storm to your little shop.

"Hello, Welcome in!" You say cheerfully as you look up from your book.

Your eyes widen as you see a man, a very handsome man, standing in the entrance way. His clothes soaked by the rain. Still he looks as put together as ever as he stands tall at your door. You notice the weird clothes he's wearing. It almost looks like a costume. His wet hair sticks to his forehead and you wonder how he got stuck out here without an umbrella.

"Forgive me, I am still unfamiliar with my surroundings and I appear to have gotten lost." You clock his accent immediately, a tourist perhaps? Though he smiled kindly you could tell he was confused.

"It's no problem, here come in." You hurry around the counter.

He silently shivers as he tries to stay away from the many books you have around your store. Fearing that he may ruin them with how much water was dripping off him.

"I have a few towels upstairs if you don't mind waiting." You offer, taking pity on the man.

"Not at all." He bows slightly as you leave the room which you think is a little weird but polite nonetheless. You grab a towel and rummage through your drawers before finding a pair of sweatpants and an old hoodie an ex boyfriend had left a while ago.

"Okay, I have a towel and some clothes that I think will fit you..." You trail off as you look up and see that he has taken off his jacket as well as his shirt.

Your brain short circuits for a moment as he turns around and it takes everything you have not to gawk like a creep. Water drips down his chest as he shakes his head to try and rid some of the water from his hair.

He meets your eyes and you both share a look. You can only hold his gaze for a moment before looking down at the ground, attempting to save yourself from any more embarrassment. You hand him the towel and clothes and gain the courage to look him in the eyes again.

"I apologize profusely, I did not hear you come down." He quickly grabs the clothes and you cough awkwardly, stealing a look at his bare chest.

"Bathroom is down the hall, you can change in there." He thanks you again and leaves you alone.

Oogling strangers isn't exactly polite or great for business but god was he handsome. Handsome and polite and an accent? It's almost too much. You hear a loud rumbling of thunder and watch the sky grow darker. Looks like the storm isn't going away anytime soon. You hear the bathroom door open again and you quickly try to busy yourself, choosing to go back to your book.

"I must apologize again, It was highly inappropriate for me to be," His neck turning a slight shade of red as he scratches the back of his head. The clothes fit him and it's almost a crime how nice he looks in a shirt and sweatpants.

"In such a state of undress."

"It's okay, you were probably freezing in those clothes so.." You smile warmly which he reciprocates.

"I truly appreciate your kindness." He glances around your shop, admiring the collection of books on your shelves.

"So, are you a tourist?"

"Oh, I have yet to introduce myself how rude. My name is Leopold, I grew in England but moved to New York." So that explains the accent, the ridiculously charming accent.

"Well Leopold, it's nice to meet you." You introduce yourself and hold out your hand. Instead of shaking it he takes it and kisses your knuckles. You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face.

"What a beautiful name, Is this your store?"

"Yeah, I bought it a couple years ago and well, I'm still here. All my friends think I'm crazy for opening a bookshop but I love it."

"Books are a wonderful thing, as a child I relied on books to occupy my time. Such intricate and beautiful worlds created from words on a page at the tips of our fingers. I think it's a very noble profession." He speaks so eloquently, his eyes filled with passion.

You rarely meet a man who has such an appreciation for books. He notices the book sitting on the desk.

"May I?" You nod your head and he picks up the book.

"Alice's Adventures in Wonderland," He smiles fondly as he flips through the page.

"I picked up a copy myself when it released before I left England. I thought it was one of the most imaginative and fantastic stories I had ever read." He flips through the pages, admiring the colorful drawings that adorn your copy. Gently, he closes the book and sets it down.

"Though I must admit, I have a new found respect for the book myself." There's humor in his voice though you don't quite get the joke.

"When it came out?" You question. The book came out in the 1800's, unless he just means a new release.

"Yes, It was quite difficult to get my hands on one but I managed."

There's something more to this man for sure. Even the way he talks is unlike anything you've heard before. The pieces start to fit themselves together as you take notice of every oddity surrounding this man. The clothes, the way he speaks, claiming to have been 200 years ago.

"You're not from here are you Leopold? Like 21st century here " You ask, he seems surprised at your question. He's surprised that you aren't calling him a lunatic. He admires how quick you are to accept the unknown. It's admirable.

"Quite the perceptive one, smart and beautiful." He flashes a smile and you swear you almost melt on the spot. He doesn't deny your claim and it makes you want to know more.

"I must admit it is a long story but seeing as there appears to be no end to the rain, perhaps I could tell you." You lean on the counter and rest your chin on your hand. He mirrors you, his brown eyes not shying away from yours.

"Tea?" You ask playfully. He stands up and offers you his hand. A spark electrifies your whole body as your hands touch.

"It would be my honor."

[politemenacephd]

Rainy morning (18+)

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Contents: Sleepy sex, overstimulation, Squirting/multiple orgasms, PinV sex, Spooning position, fluffy talking.

Word count: 1370

‘Mm- can I just, fuck—just a bit more, please—’

You squirmed as Miguel squished his fingers a little deeper inside you, gently circling them to get a perfect feel of your tight insides.

It was cold outside, the kind of cold that sent goosebumps up your arms the moment you lifted the sheets. The rain didn’t help either. It was cascading down in buckets, thick enough to blot out the morning sun, and your bedroom had been left in a soft, shadowy haze. The distant window was misty beneath the half-closed blinds, and the heavy patter of raindrops was the only sound.

Or, at least, it was the only sound, but now it was serving just to muffle the soft wet slap of skin from the neighbours.

It was the perfect morning to stay in and keep warm, Miguel had sleepily whispered when you'd offered to get coffee, the perfect morning to pamper his favourite person.

He’d already coaxed you to cum on his hand at least three times, but he clearly didn’t think you were warm enough.

You were trembling slightly as he fucked you with his hand. You were overstimulated to the max and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, riding out the ache for that undeniable pleasure.

His fingers were huge, calloused and hard from constantly climbing and grappling. You could feel every scar, every ridge on his skin as he stroked the soft folds of your cunt from inside. They were delicious, and besides, you were too lazy to get up.

‘Fff- mm, fuck, that’s it’ you whimpered. He pumped them a few times just to see you sleepily mewl and wriggle on his hand.

‘So pretty’ he murmured to himself.

You’d stayed in the same spooning position you’d fallen asleep in, with one thigh slightly raised for easy entrance and his body at your back.

He looked obscenely lazy, naked in bed with his head in his hand, his red eyes roaming over your face as he moved his hands beneath the sheets.

He was all focused on you, but you could feel his erection on your lower back. He’d been eager to play with his precious pussy but wouldn’t let you touch him yet, and so he’d been throbbing against your spine for nearly half an hour now, utterly coating your skin in his pre-cum.

It was slippery and warm, and every so often you did feel him snap and start gently rubbing himself out against you.

‘So pretty. It’s so cute when you move like that’ he whispered.

‘Move like- mm- like, what?’ you panted.

You saw his eyes narrow over your shoulder. With a soft chuckle he angled his hand, perfectly nestling his fingers up against the ribbing of flesh that indicated he’d found your g-spot. He stroked it, lightly, and relished the way your hips jolted and bucked.

‘MM- Fuck, oh god, fuck—be, gentle, please’ you sleepily whined. He pressed an apologetic kiss to your cheek.

‘Okay, okay. Sorry. Just, one more orgasm and then I’ll fuck you, mm?’

He withdrew his fingers with a wet little pop. He kissed them first before slipping them back down to your clit, and after just a few stimulating circles on that swollen and overstimulated nub you orgasmed for him again.

‘Sigue así, mi amor, por Dios’ he breathed. Even he was surprised at how easily he’d tipped you.

His whispered praise barely reached you as those sweet pulsing ripples ripped through your clit to your core and beyond. It was pure heaven, but the moment it was over you collapsed. You were utterly exhausted.

Your breath was warm on your face as it hit the satin pillowcase. You were too tired to even shift your head.

As Miguel slipped his fingers out, he took the chance to indulge. He held up his hand and admired the strings of click on his fingers from where you’d cum. They were thick and long, perfect little pearly strings that clung to his fingers as he spread them, daintily glimmering in the dim streelight that filtered in. He greedily licked his index finger before squeezing the fat of your thigh with his used hand.

‘Mi amor?’

His soft words earned just a sleepy grunt from you.

‘Not asleep already, are you?’ he teased. His breath hit the little hairs on your nape, forcing you to shudder. That was proof enough for him that you were awake.

‘I think my baby’s ready’ he purred. ‘Would my pretty little thing like me to fuck them now?’

You let out another grunt, gently grinding your rear against his erect cock. He couldn’t help but groan at how wet you were, as his bulbous member slid easily between your cheeks and down into your thighs from the copious slick.

‘Mm—mm, you sure? You’re not too sore?’ he whispered.

‘Mm… please, please just fuck me, Miggy.' Your words were a little slurred, as you’d drooled all over the pillowcase, but Miguel heard them just fine.

He gave you one eager kiss on the shoulder before mounting.

With Miguel spooning you from behind he was half crushing your little body beneath him. The warmth and the weight was a comfort, as was his heartbeat thudding hard against your head, and in that sweet embrace you began to lull.

But then he entered you.

That cosy relaxation was disrupted by the familiar pinch of his cock as it impaled you. He was being as gentle as he could, just barely rocking back and forth inch by inch as he spread you wide, but it was still a tight squeeze. You felt his member circling the thick, velvet ring of your opening before stretching it out and pushing inside, and with one final wet slip he pushed right up to your guts.

You let out a small squeak, prompting him to sleepily nestle your cheek.

‘Shh, you’re all good. Well done. You did so good, mi corazón, now just relax. Just relax.'

You slowly settled back down as he gave a few test pumps, gently easing you out so that he fit more comfortably. You could feel his hefty pecs snuggly fitted around your head, and his abs had been stuck hard to your back from the pre-cum still smeared there.

You felt his biceps tense as he shifted his weight, his enormous, toned thighs easily wrapping around your own to pin them in place. You were soon tangled up in his limbs beneath the sheets.

Fuck, it was so wet.

You could feel yourself drifting off as he started to pump. That rhythmic rocking was perfect for lulling you back into blissful relaxation, as was the warmth and the pressure of his body. You felt your head sinking into the pillows as he fucked you slowly.

‘You feel, heavenly’ Miguel murmured to himself.

He nestled his head into your neck and yawned mid moan, his full lips lazily tracing from your collarbone to your jaw. You tilted your head to gentle bump his forehead.

‘Ah—fuck, that’s it. That’s it.’

Your joint pants merged as you nestled in together. You could feel each other’s breath, each other’s bodies moving in a messy synchronicity, as each pulse from his cock prompted a fluttery throb from your cunt.

‘You okay, mi amor?’

‘Mhm.’

At this point your eyes were closed, and you were savouring that sweet space between wakefulness and dreams. You were lost in a point where all you knew, all you would ever know, was the sweet sensation of him filling you. All you could hear was that wet thwap, that light smacking, and all you could feel was his girth sliding in and out of your thighs.

‘Mmm.’

His lips on your temple forced you to blink yourself awake.

‘No, mi amor, up you get’ he tenderly whispered. ‘I’m not done yet.’

He angled himself then to slide right up against your sweet spot. He moved his firm hands to lift your thighs, helping him reach your g-spot, and with just half of his shaft inside he started to lazily thrust back and forth. He was moving barely an inch each time and it was unbearable.

Soon you were just awake enough to start moaning again.

‘Oh—f-fuck, fuck that’s it, oh—Miggy, MM—’

‘There you go, that’s better. Gotta wake my sleepy baby up’ Miguel purred to himself.

With your bodies intertwined you let him lazily fuck you to his hearts content, all under the cover of the pounding rain outside.

[sparklyskies0]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

‘No, I wanna see you undress now

I wanna hear you confess now, ’

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) y/n and chris have hated each other for as long as they can remember. Never minding the lingering tension that fills up the room whenever they’re together. When chris and y/n get into a heated argument about her new boyfriend that he quite obviously doesn’t seem to approve of, there’s nothing more left to say and everything becomes a blur.

warnings : poc!reader, angry drunk unprotected sex, fem receiving(oral sex!), dom!chris, glass breaking, scratching/blood, cursing, etc..

It was friday night, rainy and humid. Nothing but wet trees and fog filled the hot air. Y/n spent the night sneaking into clubs with her friends and drinking. Not all her friends, if you include chris sturniolo. Her worst enemy. For as long as she can remember, she’s always hated him, she doesn’t quite remember why or when it started. Possibly sometime during high school, she just recalls chris hating her so it’s only fair to hate him back, right?. Point is─ if it weren’t for them sharing the same friend group y/n would never be seen in the same room as chris sturniolo.

Y/n was drunk out of her mind, Every step she took almost resulted in her face first on the wet concrete floor. She can usually handle her liquor, but tonight was a complete different story. As fun as a night out with friends was for y/n, things got cut short when her new boyfriend troy decided to pick a fight. Causing a mild scene at the club getting her and all that came with, kicked out. In her defense, it was her first night out with him. Their relationship is fresh and the getting-to-know stage is still in effect, she had no idea he was a reckless drunk that hates when his partner is enjoying herself. And just as if her night couldn’t get any worse, her friends all piled up in two cars leaving y/n, alone with hers. Considering she was under the influence her friends leave her favorite person in the whole world to drive her home, chris.

The car ride was silent, the sound of the car air conditioner, filling it. Y/n sighed as she sat in the passenger seat of her own car , looking out of the window. The view was blurry as drops of rain and steam covered the glass. y/n glanced at the boy to her left, his one hand on the steering wheel while the other is rested beside him. Chris feels her eyes on him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He comes to a stop at a red light, still feeling the girls eyes pierce into him. He double takes, “what?” his voice toned with clear annoyance. y/n shook her head, shrugging off her thoughts. “just can’t believe you’re driving my car.” the girl spoke with a sigh.

“yea, well you’re too wasted to drive”

“you’re boyfriend could’ve drove you if he wasn’t such a bitch and left”

y/n groans, here he goes

she rested her head on her hands, leaning closer to the window. she rolled her eyes in annoyance at the boy in the drivers seat.

“fuck off, we got kicked out” she defended

“because of him.” he protested. The light turned green, he glanced at the girl, the most irritated expression ever on his face and he resumed driving.

“all im saying is, you’re dating a piece of shit” he adds. This, is when y/n began to take offense.

“chris you don’t even know him.” she sits up

“neither do you!” chris announced

“isn’t this like you’re—what, second date?!”

y/n grew irritated, tired of the boy trying to tell her who she does and doesn’t know, no matter if he’s right.

“ he has to be the biggest asshole I have ever seen” he provokes. “clearly you haven’t seen yourself” y/n speaks, frustration in her voice

chris’s rolled his eyes, turning his gaze to her for a split second. “oh really?” he scoffs “god, you’re the worst asshole on the planet, chris!” y/n says, now enraged

“oh fuck you” chris curses

“no, chris—fuck you”

After those last words, nothing else was said. Y/n quietly took pride in having the last word, which she usually does. chris approaches her driveway and stops. y/n opens her car door immediately getting out. sighing of instant relief of being released from the tight space that she shared with chris sturniolo. the drive couldn’t have been longer.

due to lack of standing on her feet, y/n almost feels herself fall. stumbling but catching herself, she cursed. chris, exited the car shortly after. closing the door, he glanced up sighing to himself at the girl carefully walking to her front door.

he caught up to her, stepping to the side as she takes out her keys from her clutch, opening her door. Walking in she lets out a small sigh. Switching the light on revealing her living room. Chris closed the door behind him. “you didn’t have to walk me inside” y/n turned around, almost forgetting the boy was with her.

“do you not see yourself? you can barely walk” chris says smartly “god can you not be an asshole for one second” y/n spats

“i’m not a fucking kid, you don’t need to watch me or follow me around”

chris lets out a scoff, “no, but you’re someone who makes stupid fucking decisions like a kid” he responds “exhibit A” he points to the nightstand in her living room , a framed picture of y/n and troy on their first date, a gift he gave her.

“oh my fucking god chris! what is your problem” y/n exclaimed, “ever since i started seeing him you’ve been even more of a dick than you usually are and i’ve been trying to go with it but it’s just annoying now!”

“I just thought you were smarter, you know”

“if there was anyone I expected you to be with it would not be someone like him” he exclaimed back

“why the fuck do you care? why is that any of your business?!” she shouted out. The living room filled with silence . “who i date is absolutely none of your concern. so you can take your fuck ass opinion and shove it up you─” her words were cut off by chris slamming his lips into hers .

it happened too fast for her to process it. Chris pulled away, his face hot and almost, greedy. y/n looked into his eyes. She didn’t know what was happening, or why he just did that. She doesn’t know why she wants more. Grabbing the back of his head she pulls him back in. The kiss was hot, their mouths moving along each other, chris’s tongue demanding entry against her lips. y/n opened, letting him in. Muffled moans filled the room. Their tongues fighting for dominance.

chris removed his lips from hers allowing them both to catch a breath. He traced kisses along her jaw. They unknowingly ended up backed up against the wall in her living room, by her front door. Y/n lifted her head up, giving him full access to her neck. her eyes closed shut, biting her lip. she grabbed the sides of his face guiding him back up to her face, wanting more of his lips on hers. Chris bit her lip, his right arm stretched over her head, keeping himself supported as her back placed against the cold wall.

he pulled her leather jacket off throwing it to the ground, revealing her red lace top. His hands snaked down to her ass hoisting her up and on the nightstand beside them. After setting her down, his free hand grabbed something pushing it off leaving more room on the stand. As the object hit the ground, glass shattered. The two broke the kiss at the sound, looking down. “chris…” y/n says looking down at the picture frame with the glass the protected it, shattered. Chris looked back up, making eye contact with the girl. He shrugged and pressed his lips back on hers.

As he trailed kisses along her lips and neck. he grabbed the straps of her red top pulling them down slowly. From y/n’s pov, he looked majestic. As he stood in between her legs , lips between his teeth sexily undressing her upper half. Her breast were set free. The cool light in the room reflected beautifully on her now bare, caramel skin.

“fuck” he breathed, his face low

he did not hesitate to take all of her left boob in his mouth, his tounge swirled around her now hard nipples. The right not being left out for too long, and he sucked it hungrily, gripping the other.

y/n moaned out, the vibrations and pleasure as he stimulates her breasts with his mouth and hands taking over. she could cum just like this if he keeps it up.

“fuck, chris”

chris then trailed kisses all over her body. when he made his way down her stomach, her back arched.

chris stopped at the hem of her skirt. Who knew wearing a skirt despite the horrible weather will come in handy for y/n?

he looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust. y/n looked down at him. moaning at the sight.

his eyes are so pretty and blue, why hasn’t she noticed this before?

not letting another second pass, chris slipped her skirt off throwing it down. Her black lace underwear now in clear view. Y/n’s breath hitched. Feeling her juices soak the fabric guarding what chris wanted most. she wonders if he can tell how wet she is.

chris grazed his fingers along her wet pussy. her underwear practically drenched. “look how wet you are for me” he speaks, kind of like a whisper

he traces his fingers along her folds threw her panties. her eyes fighting roll to the back of her head at the sensation.

it was as if something took ahold of chris, because his once slow and sensual acts became merely greedy and harsh. He ripped the fabric off and dove his face into her cunt.

this took y/n by surprise as she shoots up and gasps. the feeling of his tongue on her pussy sending vibrations and shivers down her spine. her now rosy cheeks, flushed.

his hands grabbed the sides of her waist. The girl a moaning mess in front of him. “shit, chris—fuck” she moaned, her fingers ran throw his brunette silky hair

Chris flickered his tounge up and down her pussy, moaning against it. The girls moans got louder. He sucked and circled around her sensitive clit.

“fuck, you taste so good” he came up for air. the girl practically whimpered. how the fuck did she get here? home late on a friday night drunk as chris sturniolo eats her out..

Chris worked his tongue some more as y/n got closer and closer “chris im gonna—” the girl moaned out, her breathing got heavy as she felt the tight pit in her stomach grow. Those words were affirmations of encouragement for chris, making him go faster. The girls moaning stopped for a split second, her mouth gaping open into an ‘0’ shape as her climax took over

she groaned biting her lip, chris stood down there assisting her through her high. she pants massaging the top of his head as that’s all that she can see of him right now. he lifts his head up, feeling accomplished. his mouth area glossy with her juices. He stands up slamming his lips into hers. she tastes herself on his lips moaning into the kiss. chris hands placed on both sides of her face. as the kiss grew more, he hand made its way to the back of her head, running his hands through her curly black hair.

y/n looked at him. her doe eyes, needing him. her hands trailed his body. she reached the bottom of his t-shirt lifting it over him. she kissed his collar bones and neck. her free hands snaking into his pants, grabbing ahold of his bulge in his boxers. he winces and moans. “fuck me..” she whispers looking him in the eye. chris, tempted but shook his head “you’re drunk” he states.

“that didn’t stop you before” she moaned to him. their faces inches apart, every time they speak, their mouths brush one another. chris looked down at her lips. biting his “what?.. you scared?” she taunts , a hum leaving her lips as she bit them

chris took that as a challenge. even when intimate they can’t seem to not tease each other.

chris immediately unbuckled his belt bringing down his pants, leaving his underwear, y/n grabbed a handful of his cock once again stroking it through his underwear. Chris moaned, burying his head down into her neck, his warm breath on her shoulders. he placed light bites along them. y/n slipped off his boxers as his cock sprung out. She moaned at the sight, he’s bigger than she imagined─hold up . she imagined the size of chris sturniolo’s cock?

she continued to stroke his dick, using his precum and some spit as lube.

she bit her lip harshly as she aligned him up with her entrance. he slid into her, slowly at first, then he slid back out. And slammed back in.

He thrusted in and out of her roughly. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck for support. Sounds of skin clapping together and moans filled the home. Chris growled, removing her hands from around him pinning them above her head. the look on his face seeming familiar. like hate

this man was hate fucking her. and she loved every minute of it

chris let go of one of her hands as he wraps his tightly around her neck. he pulls her closer to him, chests pressed against each other. His left arm still pinning her right arm over her, while his right hand grips her neck. she threw her right leg over his shoulder as her left remained wrapped around him, her left remaining arm keeping her supported. she moaned loudly “holy shit chris fuck fuck fuck!”

her eyes rolled back. chris never shifted his gaze even a little bit, taking in every facial expression she makes. not wanting to miss the proof of how he’s making her feel.

“you like that, huh?” chris moans out

“like when im fucking you”

they held eye contact the whole time, y/n practically feeling her climax approaching just by his words.

chris let’s go of her neck , grabbing her legs returning them back around his waist. Y/n’s arms reached for his back. pulling him closer. Chris moaned into her ear “fuck, you feel so good. so.fucking.tight” he groans. He doesn’t know if he can hold on any longer. He speeds up, the clapping sounds intensify.

drowning in pleasure, y/n digs her nails into chris’s back. Chris winces, but found pleasure in the pain. biting his lip. “fuck, chris! just like that don’t stop”

“don’t stop” she repeats. digging her nails deeper. covering his back with scratches

chris goes faster, he can feel her juices building up.

y/n can feel chris’s cock twitching inside of her signaling how close he is.

“look at me, look at me while you cum on my cock baby” chris presses his forehead against hers. his hair dripping with sweat. Y/n obeys, staring deep into his eyes. she no longer sees the guy that she hates, she sees someone who is making her feel like she’s never felt before.

the room got quiet, nothing but the sound of chris’s thrusts getting sloppier.

chris gasps , groaning loudly as his cock twitches. releasing his warm load inside of her. While at the same time, y/n’s eyebrows raised as her mouth gaped open, an inaudible moan leaving her mouth. her eyes rolled back. she gained her voice back in pants. “oh my god” she breaths out. out of breath. her legs tremble in sensitivity as chris thrusts slowly through her high. Chris brought his face to hers attaching their lips. This kiss was sloppy, tired and full of hatred?.

Y/n moaned into it. Chris pulled away, catching his breath. He slowly pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her thigh. They both look down, watching it.

Both a sweaty, sticky , hot mess.

They don’t know where they’ll go from this, they don’t even know if y/n will remember this the next day. But what is known, is that chris sturniolo is the last person on earth that she hates right now.

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

I can’t tell if i like this or not lmfao

anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this as my first official post/imagine.

sorry if the arguing was bad, I just wanted to get to the damn smut already

be sure to request anything ! i love you💟

xoxo paris

[bettysupremacy]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do steve Harrington x reader where Robin accidentally tells Steve that the reader has a crush on him? I love your writing 🫶🫶

this request made me realize I’ve been seriously neglecting Steve, I hope this satisfies enough

The days been seriously slow.

Rainy and cold, nobody wants to travel in the wet to get a movie. They do it the day before. It’d been busy. Customers in and out, in and out, buying their families copies of their favorite film. Steve’s sure he never sees as much business as he does the day the forecaster predicts rain.

“I kind of miss customers.” He now picks at the patterned carpet lazily.

Robin scoffs. “I don’t.”

“But like,” Steve breathes. “we’re so bored.”

“At least we’re getting paid.”

He shrugs. Good point.

She shuffles, dipping her hand down to tug on his shoe. He pulls back, faux kicking her. They smile at each other.

“Truth, what’re you doing after work?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I can’t drive around I’m busy.”

“Abandonment.”

“Stop!” Steve laughs, throwing carpet fuzz at her. “I’ve had this day booked for weeks.”

“Oooh,” She sips the slurpee she’d begged Steve to stop for before his shift obnoxiously. “do tell.”

“Y/n.” He murmurs.

The chill is seeping into his shirt sleeves, finding home over his skin briskly. Or maybe it’s embarrassment settling there. His eyes are heavy and he contemplates the reality of Robin letting him take a nap in the break room. She doesn’t look too trusting now.

“God, you guys are practically dating,” She complains. It’s not that she doesn’t like you, you’re her best friend. Just sometimes, she wants her other best friend to drive her around. “I’m sick of this. I introduced you!”

“We are not dating,” he laughs nervously. “you know that.”

“You practically are.” She shrugs. “Just ask her, I’m sure she’d say yes.”

“That’s not true.”

“She literally wouldn’t say no.” Robins annoyance bubbles out rather quickly. She didn’t sign up for abandonment and denial in one day.

Steve isn’t particularly perturbed by this, slumping over his knees dramatically. “What if.”

He murmurs it some more, quiet mantras of his unsurety.

“Dude stop.” She smacks his head. “I’ve known her for” She pretends to count on her fingers. “ever, if there’s one person she’d say yes to a date with, it’d be you.”

He peaks up from the solemn of his knees. “What’s that’s supposed to mean?”

Robin flinches, zipping her work friendly uniform jacket higher. “Just like,” she trails off. “you guys already know each other so well, I doubt she’d say no.”

He laughs a little. “You’re such a liar.”

“No i’m not!”

“And a bad one.” He giggles, attention undivided. “What do you know?”

“Literally nothing.” Robin moans. “We don’t even talk like that.”

“You’re so stupid!” Steve flicks her. “You’ve been friends ‘forever’.”

Robins palms soothe her eyelids. “She’s gonna kill me.”

This accidental defeat of admittance tingles in Steve’s fingers. Something he didn’t know he could feel until this confession of requited infatuation. Adrenaline pumps through his body, though he forces himself still for answers.

“Since when?”

“Awhile.” She understates for the sake of your pride.

“Wow.”

“Oh god,” She complains, almost whining. “Please don’t be stupid about this, she’s my only friend and I can’t-“

“I’m sitting right here, Rob.” He scoffs. “And I’m not going to be stupid about this.”

She peaks up, ashamed. “So what are you gonna do?”

“I mean shit,” he breathes. “I see her tonight.”

He checks his watch, standing up briskly to Robins horror. He cannot possibly be leaving her.

“What’re you doing?”

“I clock out two minutes ago.”

“No, no, no,” she whines, not making a move to get up. “do not leave me here alone.”

“I have places to be!”

“You’re abandoning me! Again!”

Steve walks straight into the break room, a new sense of pride bubbling in his chest. He’s gotta get his girl.

“Don’t be weird!”

[romantically-yours]

UPDATE:

IM PRETTY SURE WE HAVE A DATE THIS TUESDAY!!! NOT SURE IF ITS IN A GAY WAY OR NOT BUT IM SO EXCITED!!!

YALL A GIRL BOUGHT ME A DRINK YESTERDAY AND I GOT HER NUMBER!!!!

[fakeuwus]

URS | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ urs by niki

"the best at being the worst, but fuck sake i'm already urs "

PAIRING: jake x femreader

SYNOPSIS: a recollection of moments that lead you to confessing your love to your best friend, jake sim.

GENRE: best friends to lovers, fluff, angst (not sorry), student au

WORD COUNT: ~3.4k

WARNINGS: one curse word, mentions of god-drinking-loss of virginity, jake is oblivious, lowercase intended (mention of jay as well) barely proofread, kinda rushed (you can tell the second part was written last HELP)

MESSAGE FROM NIC: HAPPY (late) JAKE DAY 😁 (im a victim of procrastination sorry jake ily)

one rainy day in october was one you’d never forget. you had just started the 8th grade merely a month ago and you weren’t sure how well you were liking it. until that one fateful day. the day you deemed as the best day of your life.

it didn’t start out as the best at first though. the overcast sky had made you want to sleep in more, resulting in your mother threatening that you’d have to walk to school if you didn’t wake up soon. the rain that morning was brutal and unforgiving just like how your first period teacher was going to be if you didn't get to class on time. as soon as your mom parked at the drop-off section you burst through the door and made a run for the school entrance. your tiny body was being weighed down by your damp uniform and your loafers were dragging down the hall.

the clock was ticking with one minute left to make it to class and you’re determined to make it in time. perfect attendance meant a lot to your 14-year-old self and you weren’t going to let a storm get in the way of that. before you could reach for the door handle you feel yourself collide into something hard and you fall straight onto your back. “i’m so sorry! here let me help you up,” a boy’s voice rings in your ears and when you finally are able to look up, your heart stops beating.

a single spotlight shines down (it’s really just the janky hallway lights giving this effect but you’re too hypnotized to think about it) on a boy with the most beautiful, brown eyes you’ve ever seen. a bright, wide smile adorned his lips and you swear you can hear angels singing.

you take the hand that was outstretched to you and stand up, trying your best to get yourself together. you’re internally panicking because why does such a cute boy have to witness you in this state? hair all stringy, uniform jacket half off your body, and not going to lie, you kind of smell like wet dog. you think god is testing you today, he had to be.

the boy didn’t seem to mind though. he thought it was adorable the way you were flustered from running into him. all he could do was stare at you with that smile of his while you frantically made sure everything was in place. “ready?” the mystery boy says while opening the door to the classroom, flashing you a tiny grin. it takes you a second to realize but once you walk into the classroom, your face immediately flushes red in embarrassment. all eyes are on you and cute boy.

mentally you add this to the list of many reasons why you like to be punctual: you hated the nosy gazes people shot your way when you entered a room late. “YN! you’re 5 minutes late. this is unacceptable-” “oh i’m sorry about that sir. i’m new here and got lost and yn was just showing me to class. i’m jake by the way..” jake. jake. jake. you repeat his name in your head a few times before you decide that it’s now your favorite name in the world.

when your teacher assigns jake to be your seatmate and you his tour guide, for once you’re glad you were running late. you also mentally thank god and apologize for accusing him of all the bad things that happened this morning.

two peas in a pod is how people would describe you and jake. never once leaving each other’s side since that one rainy day. you two are so attached at the hip that your family stops questioning why one is always at the other’s house and starts asking when you guys would get together. it’s your freshman year of high school and everyone around you is starting to experiment with crushes and dating so it’s only natural for parents to be curious.

jake of course, is always quick to shut it down before you can even get a word out. “mom she’s my best friend! quit asking that.” you find yourself rolling your eyes everytime he says those infamous words. you want to tell his mom that you would love for her son to be your boyfriend. that you’ve liked him the moment you laid your eyes on him. that you’re not quite sure what love is at the age of 15, but you’re so sure that you feel it whenever you’re around jake.

though you never get to say those words, his has you thinking. you realize that this whole time he never, ever refers to you as a sister, just a best friend. is it silly that your heart flutters with the tiniest amount of hope that it gives you? call it delusion but you can’t help but smile when he leaves out that one little sentence.

“what? would it be so bad to date me?” you tease and lean in, your face almost touching his. if you were to utter another word your lips would be grazing his. the air around you two shifts, no one daring to make another move. his eyes flicker towards your lips for a second and look back up to meet your stare. that split second of hesitation on his end gives you a piece of hope that maybe. just maybe. he could feel the same way about you one day.

his parents share a knowing look before they exit the kitchen, leaving you two in your own world.

three is the number of girlfriends jake has had since you met him. you think three is too many. too many that weren’t you. the first two, gaeul and chaehyun, didn’t last very long.

jake’s track record of relationships so far never threatened your friendship in any way. it always went like this: jake and said girl add each other on social media. jake and girl enter the talking stage for a week. jake and girl start dating officially on the second week. jake and girl only last the next two weeks.

on the fourth week, jake and girl break up because they’re bored and you’re there to fix his broken heart (which only takes him a day of you two playing with layla at the dog park to get over it).

you figured when he meets yizhuo during junior year, it’ll be the same routine all over again. on exactly the fourth week of them being together, you find yourself knocking on his door with two triangle kimbaps and two mango flavored melona ice bars in a plastic bag. it’s what you always brought to cheer him up from a tragic (not really) breakup.

the door swings open and it’s not jake who answers, it’s yizhuo. “oh hi yn! i didn’t know you and jake were hanging out today? i can leave if you guys had plans!” all you can do is smile at her and nod your head no.

that’s another thing about jake’s girlfriends. they’re just as sweet as he is and they give you no reason to hate them. in the back of your mind you figure thats why jake doesn’t like you like that. your smart mouth and sassy attitude aren’t what he looks for in girls. he wants kind, beautiful girls as girlfriends, the total opposite of you. the space you take up in his heart is only enough room to be his best friend and his best friend only.

when you get home from basically being rejected, jake sends you an “im sorry :(“ text. you simply reply back with “its fine” because you can never stay mad at him.

you hate yourself for being weak and having the biggest soft spot for jake. he could even forget your birthday and you’d still forgive him. but how could you not?

as the night is nearing to a close and you’re laying in bed, a buzzing noise jolts you awake. taking your phone from the nightstand, you feign annoyance at the caller, “did you need to call in the middle of the night? i’m about to sleep you know!”

“don’t be so dramatic,” you could practically hear how his eyes are rolling playfully now, “i’m at your window. let me in doofus.” and even though you swore up and down to yourself that today was the day you start getting over jake, you let him in your room.

both of you end up on the floor, your backs resting on the foot of your bed with no one saying a word. the tension is thick for some reason and jake wants to get rid of it as fast as he can.

“hey,” he nudges your shoulder with his, “are you mad at me because i didn’t hang out with you earlier? in my defense, we didn’t have official plans.”

and there it his. his signature pouty face he always pulls when you’re mad at him. he knows it’s your kryptonite. you absolutely can’t resist it. and so you crack.

“okay stop it with that face i’m not mad! it was my fault for showing up unannounced. i’m sorry if i interrupted you and yizhou, i didn’t think she’d be there.” your voice goes weak by the end of your sentence, the mention of his girlfriend making you nauseous.

jake slides his arm around your shoulders and he brings you into a side hug. you allow yourself to melt into him and savor this moment, deciding that getting over jake will be for another time.

the tension in the air is dissipated into a comforting silence. it’s just jake and you. you and jake. something you wish will never change.

(jake and yizhuo end up staying together for eight weeks. you think eight is too many.)

four years later and you and jake are now 18, entering the next stage of life. college. it had been four years since the day you met him in that hallway, drenched from the rain. those years ended up being filled with late movie nights, countless study dates, and getting caught sneaking out for convenience store runs together way too many times. jake consumed every aspect of your youth and you couldn't help but feel excited that the future will too.

it’s the second time the two of you start freshman year together and a pact is made to stick together. not that anything would get in the way of your friendship because nothing ever has yet, but you both feel with this new beginning you guys needed to solidify the strong friendship you share. a new school meant new hobbies, new classes, new teachers, and more importantly, new friends. you both pinky promise to stay by each other’s side no matter what college would throw at you guys.

unfortunately, promises were always meant to be broken. the first couple of months started off strong, you and jake getting drunk on saturdays and being hungover at the library on sundays catching up on school work. the newfound freedom you both had made for the ultimate college experience. you two managed to form a little friend group that quickly grew close. there was never a dull moment with everyone around and especially never a dull moment with jake. things were good until they weren’t anymore and you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where everything started falling apart.

could it have been when jake lost his virginity to that cool senior ryunjin? that couldn’t be it, he never talked to her again and even expressed he wished it was you who he lost it to. (you don’t let it get to your head though, jake was never a coherent drunk.)

could it have been when he skipped out on your weekly study sessions for the first time to try out for intramural flag football? nope, that wasn’t it at all. though you were sad to not have been with jake that sunday to recap the wild events from the previous night, you were happy he was indulging in sports since it was his favorite thing to do (after hanging out with you of course.)

could it have been when jake said he strictly sees you as a best friend to the guys when they were teasing him about you? well, maybe. you didn’t mean to eavesdrop while you were walking up to the spot in the quad your friends always lounged at but upon hearing your name, you couldn’t help it.

“dude c'mon, you mean to tell me you’ve never once kissed yn? not even accidentally?” jay questioned while laying on his back, soaking up the sun. jake shrugs while sipping on his coffee, “nah man she’s been my best friend since we were in middle school. it would be really awkward.” jay seems to not believe it but he doesn’t pry anymore. “whatever man, all i’m saying is that if i had a “best friend” as pretty as yn i would’ve wifed her up real quick.” you don’t stay long enough to listen to what the rest of the conversation entails so you don’t hear jake say he’s considered it many, many times.

you should be used to him showing disdain at the idea of anything romantic towards you. you’ve spent all these years hearing the same comment over and over so it shouldn’t affect you this much. but this time, it’s different. though there may have been times that jake blew you off, he always did something to make up for it. growing up with jake meant you got to witness the changes he went through. he no longer pulled that cute pouty face to apologize to you. instead, he would buy you your favorite coffee and write cute notes on the cup everyday for a week. he would surprise you with movie tickets to a movie he knew you were interested in at the time. he would plan “epic sleepovers” (his words not yours) and cuddle you to sleep on those nights.

he makes up for the times he isn’t there for you and for a moment, you accept his new form of apologizing. “actions speak louder than words,” is a notion you firmly believed in so this false sense of reality jake created between the two of you only makes your heart grow fonder of him. so when he said he could never see you in that way, it hurts this time.

five days of ignoring jake is what it took for him to come banging on your apartment door, beeging to talk to you. it hurt you to have to do this, but what he did to you at a party about a week ago was your final straw.

it should’ve been like any typical saturday night. the friend group attending a random frat party and getting shitfaced wasn’t anything new, in fact you guys seemed to top every weekend together and this one shouldn’t have been different. it started with an intense game of beer pong, guys vs. girls. the only catch, losers have to give the winners a kiss. you don’t miss the way jay orchestrates the teams leading you and jake to go against one another and you definitely don’t miss jake’s unreadable expression when he realizes what’s going on.

did the thought of kissing you really disgust him that much? you shrug it all off and continue to play because there was no way you were getting out of this situation with your drunk friends. they’d never let you hear the end of it calling you a “pussy” for chickening out on a simple game of beer pong. as the game goes on, you can feel your nerves growing. no matter the outcome, you were about to have your very first kiss with jake out of all people. once your final throw of the game makes it into the last cup, the crowd around you cheers.

you glance at jake with hopeful eyes but his never meet yours. before you could even take a step towards him, he interrupts you. "guys i’m not gonna kiss yn. friends don’t do that, it’s weird.” he steps away from the group and you can hear your heart shattering in your chest. taking a look around all you see are pitiful eyes directed towards you.

that night ended in you crying yourself to sleep, the realization hitting you that after everything you two have been through, jake truly didn’t feel the same as you did. the destructive thoughts plaguing your mind lead you to ignoring jake for the first time ever in your friendship with him. you couldn’t handle seeing him as he basically embarrassed you in front of all of your friends. if jake couldn’t even last one second kissing you because he lost a stupid game of beer pong, what makes you think he could ever want to be in a relationship with you?

hours have passed now and jake hasn’t stopped knocking at your door. he’s sitting on the cold, concrete floor leaving light taps while the words “yn, let me innn” leave his mouth every two minutes. the weather turned gloomy, much like your mood, and you finally decide to let jake in. you can’t have him walking back home in the rain can you?

“finally. yn please let me apologize-” “what’s there to apologize for? i’m not sure why you waited outside the door for so long when we have nothing to talk about.” jake shakes his head in disbelief. sure you can be pessimistic and hard headed at times but it was never directed towards him. he leads you to sit across from him on your tiny couch and the awkwardness settles in.

“look. i’m sorry for what i said that night. i just didn’t want to do anything you’d regret. we’ve been friends for so long and i-”

“GOD JAKE! are you an idiot?! why would i ever regret kissing you? have you been this blind the whole time?” when he doesn’t say a word you continue, “i have been in love with you this whole damn time! i love your beautiful brown eyes. your cute smile. the way you laugh at everything i do even when i make a bad joke. i love the that you remember every little thing about me and you listen to every word i have to say. i love how you have the biggest heart and you always left a space in it for me all of these years. how you make sure i’m never left out. how we can we be absolutely be doing nothing but it doesn’t matter because i’m with you.

so yes. i WANTED to kiss you. i thought that would finally be my chance but i guess not. you clearly don’t feel the same way and i appreciate you staying outside my door for so long to apologize but i’m far too embarrassed now that i’ve finally confessed so if you could just please leave so i can start getting over you.”

once you finish rambling you finally take a look at jake. you know him like the back of your hand, always being able to read his emotions but lately, you’re not so sure. you can’t seem to figure out what he’s thinking right now and you’re sure his silence is a sign you’ve been right this whole time.

“are you gonna let me speak now?” you nod your head slowly and let him talk. “i know. i’m an idiot. i’m an idiot for never realizing your feelings but an even bigger one for not realizing my own.” he makes his way towards you and takes your face in his hands, “i’m in love with you too yn. i love everything about you and then some.” his confession leaves you at a loss for words and jake takes it as a sign to finally kiss you.

when his lips touch yours everything feels right again. you’ve waited so long for this moment and it couldn’t have been more perfect. butterflies erupt in your stomach and sparks are flying everywhere. after a few shared kisses you rest your forehead against his. a smile breaks onto your face and you stare into his eyes longingly. it was just jake and you. you and jake.

“so. will you be mine yn?”

“i was already yours to begin with, doofus.” jake flashes that cute smile of his that you love and leans in to kiss you once again.

you've spent four years wondering if jake could ever return your feelings. day after day being his best friend that's hopelessly in love with him. now that you didn't have to wonder anymore, you deem that this rainy day is the best day of your life.

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[hitomisuzuya]

childe fluff hcs but also nsfw hcs too like OH MY GOD i am literally in love with childe

Childe Fluff and Smut Headcanons. Childe x fem!reader. Smut. Fluff. Fingersucking. Breeding kink.

I am very in love with Childe as well 😌

Fluff

Childe loves cuddling you from behind, your your back flush with his chest. He loves holding you against him and resting his chin on top of your head.

He loves spending rainy and snowy days inside with you. To pass the time, he may teach you Snezhnaya children's games that he played with Tuecer and his siblings. I see board games being a big thing with him too.

Loves to give you flowers. Childe puts a lot of thought in picking out flowers for a bouquet or even randomly picking flowers outside to give to you. Every flower has a meaning, and it's important for him to give flowers with the most meaning of love and expression of his feelings towards you.

Will 100% write love letters and poetry to you. Like with giving you flowers, Childe puts a lot of thought into the words he chooses. Nothing he could ever write would ever be truly worthy of you, however. But he sure would try.

Loves to spend his money on you and spoil you. Nothing is too expensive for you. If you look at something window shopping, whether it be jewelry or a stuffed animal, Childe is already walking to buy it for you.

Adores the hell out of domestic life. There is nothing like little moments were you feel like his wife. Like, if you are cooking for him, he'll put his arms around you from behind, telling you the food smells as good as you look. Will call you his sweet little wife.

He'll suggest dessert afterwards. You.

Smut

Childe fucks like he fights, aggressive and passionate. He always takes great care to mark your body up with bruises and bitemarks. Your body is always a canvas for him.

He enjoys seeing the way your cheeks flush when he cooes a pet name in Russian to you, especially when your eyes roll back in your head while he buries his cock deep inside of you.

Enjoys giving oral, especially when you sit on his face. He loves looping his arms around your thighs, holding your drooling cunt on his face while you grind down on his tongue. He lets out the huskiest groan in bliss as he laps his tongue on your cunt. The mere taste of you sends him feral.

Childe absolutely loves being deepthroated, especially when you hum and moan on his cock while you suck. It makes his legs shake, letting out shaky sighs and moans while his hand strokes through your hair.

Whimpers when he is about to cum. Your pussy is squeezing around his cock just right while he pounds into you, blissfully milking his cock for everything he has to offer. Always knows he fucked you thoroughly when his cum leaks from your cunt.

Childe will talk dirty to you in Russian. The more turned on he is, the dirtier his words are. He will taunt and tease you in Russian as well.

He has a collosal breeding kink. The thought of filling you full enough to knock you up sends him feral. He wants a family with you. Cums just from hearing you babble about how you want to give him children with his beautiful blue eyes and red hair while you squirt on his cock, begging him to cum inside of you over and over.

Childe's fingers are a long and beautiful. He loves pushing his gloved fingers into your mouth to watch you drool on them while you suck. He'll taunt you while he pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth, "You are absolutely drooling on my fingers. You want to make them nice and wet before I stretch your pretty hole apart with them, hm?"

Will make you hold the lips of your pussy apart so you can both watch his fingers pumping in and out of you. It's very erotic for him to see you sucking on his fingers after you cum hard on them.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Sleepy desperation ♡

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: It's time for a celebration, folks! My very first smut. So this could potentially be bad but I hope it's not lol! Just some sleepy and soft sex with Leon <3 (and maybe a little desperate)

Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT proceed with caution. Oral sex (fem receiving), PiV, creampie.

Word count: 1.4k

Please don't copy my work. I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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You were woken by the soft patter of rain on your window. Groggily, you slightly lifted your head to look out said window. A small, sleepy smile crept onto your face. It was a rainy October day, which meant that you could stay in bed with your lover all day. A perfect day, in your book. You could watch a movie or maybe even bake something. The options were limitless. But, your heart desired to stay right here, curled up in your warm bed, with Leon's arms wrapped around you.

Closing your eyes again, you snuggled back into his chest. Letting out a sleepy yet satisfied hum, he pulled you even closer. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he smiled at you. That sleepdrunk, goofy smile. He gently caressed your cheek, coaxing a smile on your face. "G'Mornin', Beautiful," he said, his voice husky. It was a low rumble in his chest. You let out yawn.

"Morning, Handsome," you replied, sleep clinging to you. A lopsided grin sat on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair. "You sleep okay?" He asked, a soft tone to his rough voice. You looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes. God, he loved waking up like this. Waking up with you. He couldn't stop the lovesick smile on his face. "Yeah... you?" You mumbled, moving closer to him to bury your face in his chest. He hummed in response.

Gently cupping your chin, he pulled you away from him and admired you. "My perfect girl..." Leon whispered, an adoring look in his eyes. You returned a hazy grin with flushed cheeks. Without hesitating, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft but desperate kiss. Leon's kisses became more heated. He pushed you against the soft sheets and climbed on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process.

You let out a low and soft moan when he cupped your face and groped at the flesh of your thigh. "God... I gotta have you, baby. Please, can I have you?" He pleaded lowly. Leon was breathing heavily, eyes hazy and lips swollen. Fuck. He looked so good like this. You had  to stop op your eyes from rolling in the back of your head at that statement. Nodding eagerly, you moaned again when he smashed his mouth to yours again, feverishly.

He began to place wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Leon nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving deep pink marks. You tilted your head to give him better access and tangled your fingers in his hair. "Fuck.." you groaned. He slid down the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and pulling you closer to his face. He stroked your pussy through your panties, ruining them completely. "Shit, gorgeous... you're soaked." He said quietly, almost mesmerized.

Leon helped you wiggle out of your underwear and he threw them across the room. He placed one hand on your waist, kneading the soft flesh, while the other was tightly wound around your thigh, keeping your hips in place. He licked a stripe up your wet cunt and hummed at the taste. The vibrations send a shock down your spine and your hands flew on top of his, gripping them tightly. He teased your hole with the tip of his tongue before moving up and lazily stroking your clit with his thumb.

Short breaths and moans escaped your lips as he continued to eat you out. It wasn't rushed, it was slow and sensual. And it felt so damn good. Leon swirled his tounge around your clit and then wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked. Your head fell  back and your hips were bucking into his face. He maoned into your pussy, making you moan and whine. "Oh God, Leon... " you whimpered, grinding your cunt on his face. "Come f'me, baby..." he mumbled, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

The hot feeling in your stomach was getting hotter and hotter. With one last flick of his tongue, something inside of you snapped, and your orgasm washed over you. You let out staggered breaths and curses, your thighs shaking lightly. Leon lazily dragged his tongue through your folds and then pulled away, nipping and sucking at your inner thighs. Your chest was heaving, and you had a hazy look in your eyes.

Raking your fingers through his blonde locks, you pulled him up so you were face to face and kissed him hungrily. He let out a low groan when your lips met his. You reached one of your hands in between you two and palmed his hard cock through his briefs. He let out the slightest whimper, bucking his hips into your hand. God, he was so needy today. But that's okay, because so were you.

"Need you to fuck me, please..." you whined, tugging at his underwear. He moaned against your lips, quickly pushing down his briefs. "'M'gonna fuck you so good, baby..." he muttered, absolutely drunk on you. He stroked himself a few times, pre-cum dripping onto your stomach. He dragged his cock through your wet folds, the tip deliciously catching on your clit, making you gasp. He prodded at your hole before slowly pushing in.

A breath got caught in your throat when you took him, inch by inch. You let a string of maons and whines when he was all the way inside you. Leon maoned loudly, and you could feel him shivering once he was buried in your warmth. Leon slowly started moving his hips, making you see stars. He leaned over you and captured your lips in a searing kiss.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he had to brace himself with his arms right beside your head. Mumbled praises fell from his lips as he thrusted into your pussy, continously hitting that one spot. Your head was completely empty, all you could think about was Leon and how fucking good he felt right now. You moaned and mewled as he picked up the pace, desperately bucking his hips into yours.

"You feel s'fucking good, sweetheart.." he groaned against your lips. You could feel his hips staggering, he was close. He didn't last as long in the mornings, and neither did you to be honest. There was something so much more intimate to having sleepy and soft sex like this, that made him so sensitive. Maybe it was the heat and closeness of your body, or the steady beat of your heart.

Leon leaned back, his hands pushing the shirt you slept in up to your chin, giving him a perfect view of your soft tits before his strong hands finally settled on your hips. He watched them move as he pumped into you, prompting him to speed up his pace. "F-Fuck, baby..." he maoned, throwing his head back. His beautiful neck was on display, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

You could feel your second orgasm approaching, squeezing around Leon. He let out a breathy groan when he felt your pussy clenching him so tight. That was all you needed and with a cry of his name you came again, clutching his hands that were still situated on your hips. Leon's thrusts became deeper and harder, making you mewl.

"M'gonna come inside you, okay?" He breathed out, hazily looking down at you for approval. You nodded and gave his hands a squeeze. He let out a chant of I love you's and spilled inside you. You could feel his warm cum coating your walls and that alone made you moan again. Breathing heavily, he slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum drip out of you and right onto the sheets.

He laid down next to you and pulled you close. "You okay, sweetheart? You did so well f'me," he muttered, stroking your hair. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" You asked, lazily looking up at him. "I'm fine. God, that was fucking amazing," he laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You giggled and placed on of your hands on his cheek to caress it. "Let's take a shower and get cleaned up, hm?" He suggested sleepily, rubbing his hand over your thigh. "I'm feeling more like a bath."

"Is that an invitation for round 2, pretty girl?" He smirked, sqeezing your thigh.

"Maybe it is, pretty boy."

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[looooochie]

PLS WRITE ABT MARC BERNAL🛐

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hate me // marc bernal

requested: yes

word count: 849

a/n: FEEDING YALL AN IMAGINE AFTER A MONTH?

summary: the average case scenario of enemies to lovers, but one rainy afternoon makes a difference.

There was a heck lot of bad blood between you and Marc. You two hated eachother for as long you can remember.

And it was even worse when you were a Madridsta and he was well... You already know he's a Barça player. Marc never knew how you two collided but, he pretty much hates you.

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You were getting your stuff from your locker and suddenly it closed. Then you feel someone grab your collar, he had a line tattoo on his arm.

You sigh, to see your enemy pinning you. "The fuck do you want with me Marc..?" you look up.

"I want you to put something else on. That jersey makes me sick as hell." Marc says. It was clear he didn't like your Madrid shirt.

"You don't get it estupido (stupid). You cant make me stop supporting Madrid. So, Hala. Madrid." you reply angrily. Marc scoffs and let's go of your shirt. Then the bell rings.

As Marc walks, he looks at you with a scowl. "I better not catch you wearing that shitty shirt ever again." he says. You also scoff and begin to walk towards class.

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It was finally the end of school and you were walking home. Then, you felt something cold hit your head. Next thing you know, you felt that se feeling, but all over your body.

That meant, it was going to rain now. You started to run, and the rain started to get heavier and heavier by the second. There is a Blue, cover thing where you could sit down and take shelter or something..

You got to that place and sat down. Every part of you was drenched due to the rain water. You take your hoodie from your backpack to try and keep warm, and that was not wet.

Then, you hear some footsteps snd you look, to see it was him. It was none other than him, Marc Bernal. As Marc is walking, he sees you.

At first, he tried to ignore you by walking past you and acting like he didn't care. You were practically freezing. And you didn't expect Marc to care. He then suddenly stops and walks backwards, slightly looking at you.

"Hey loser. Are you okay?" he says in a playful tone. "Why the hell would you care, don't you hate me?" you scowl back, giving him a glare. "I do but, you don't look too okay there."

"What sort of thing possessed you- ah- ah- Achoo!" you say, but then you get interrupted by a sneeze. Marc sighs and takes off his hoodie and tosses it to you.

"Wh-what the.." you say as you look at the hoodie. "Look, I didn't do it because I felt like being nice, it's because you looked like you were getting sick." Marc scoffs again, with a little blush.

"Uhm.. thanks? I guess." "Don't mention it." He continues. Then Marc walks off. You were extremely confused right now.

Why on earth would your sworn enemy want to give you his hoodie Just, why? You just then sneeze again, so you put on the hoodie that Marc gave you. Oh my God, it even smells like him. But, the scent was awfully nice though.

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Ever since that thing that happened between you and Marc, you began to start liking him. You always kept trying to deny it, but you just help it.

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You were sitting in class, almost half asleep because it was THAT boring. "I'm going to get some whiteboard markers from the art room, there better not be any chaos." the teacher says, and she left the room.

It was silent for a few moments then, it slowly started to turn into a chaotic mess. In the midst of it all, Marc got something from his backpack, and got a pocky stick from it.

Then, he put it in his mouth and tapped you on the shoulder. "Hey loserface. You know how to play the pocky game right?" Marc says.

"Uhm yeah, why?" you ask him in response. "I wanna play with you and beat you to prove that I'm better than you." he replies, with a playful tone.

"Sure. I'd never back down from challenges." you reply, then you put the other side of the pocky stick in your mouth. The class fell silent and turned their attention towards you and Marc.

Your mouths began getting closer and closer to one another, and they were almost together. Then out the blue, Marc bites the stick and crashed his lips onto yours.

This was totally unexpected. Well, you liked Marc back too. So it wasn't really a suprise. He ran his fingers through your hair and you traced the tattoo on his arm.

You and him pull apart, looking at eachother, blushing. "Wow Marc.. that was.. Amazing." you say.

"Stupid girl! Quit being so cute!" Marc says, hugging you. "Is that so? More like you're the one who's being cute." you say as you hig him back. "Oh shut it!" Marc responds, still hugging you.

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Alpha!Seulgi helping O!Reader through her first heat by fulfilling all her needs

Sorry for taking so long, but here it is!! Thanks for the request, honey bun!! 💖💖

tw: breeding, alpha seulgi, vaginal sex, mating press, professor x student, +18 ofc, swearing, etc.

You were doing your normal routine in your university's library when your first felt that unfamiliar heat wave. You did't really thought anything of it, so you kept reading the content of the book you had in front of you, taking a deep breath. Soon you felt it again, but this time stronger and with a sting between your legs. Your eyes widened, looking around to make sure no one was near as realization started to hit.

It couldn't be, right?? You were slightly older than the other omegas, your first heat wouldn't hit you out of nowhere in the middle of a public place full of alphas... right?

"Oh, no... no, no" You kept saying under your breath, collecting your items and rushing out the door to the parking lot. Your legs were shaky by the second, some sort of pain spreading on your lower region. "Oh my god" Crying out, you fell on your knees clutching your lower abdomen. You were just by your car, why couldn't that agonizing feeling wait?

"Are you okay?" You heard a familiar voice, thank goodness.

The sweet and gentle alpha Professor Kang Seulgi, you favorite ever. She kneeled beside you, one steady hand on your back so you would recognize her.

"Professor... help" You clutched to her button up, immediately nuzzling to her neck. She tried to push you a little, but as soon as she felt how strong your scent was, she picked up on it. Her pupils dilated, staring down at you. "I need to at least get home, please" You whined and the alpha took a deep, steady breath.

"You can't drive like this" She got the car keys out of your hand, picking you up bridal style as if your weight was nothing to her. "Careful, don't hit your head" She firmly told you when she sat you on the passenger seat, quickly running to the driver's side.

"You know what I'm doing is against the rules, right?" She started scolding you after you told her your address. "The university requires for you to know when you are in heat so things like this don't happen" She eyed you up and down, locking her jaw. Her cock getting hard, even though she really tried to hold it so it wouldn't happen.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled, feeling yourself getting wet and dizzy. "It's my first heat" You swallowed thickly. "I had no idea it would happen, I'm so sorry" You squeezed your thighs together, trying to get rid of that uneasy feeling. You felt her shift on her seat, squeezing the steering wheel. "It hurts so bad, professor..." You moaned, not completely aware of what you were feeling.

"Oh, my god..." You could feel her scent getting stronger. Petrichor. That amazing smell that lingers after a rainy day. She was trying to calm you down, that was the meaning behind the scent. Protective, calming and very familiar. Matching the face and the scent, you could totally see why nature chose that or her. "We are almost there" She gave you a pet to the head and you basically melted to her touch, leaning into it. "I'm taking you home, you call someone when we get there ok?" She told you and you felt a sting between your legs, pouting.

"No" You said before your mind could fully register. "You, please" she looked at your for a few moments, her breath steady and very deep. She considered that ideia over and over, sighing in a defeated way.

She parked the car in front of your apartment, opening the door for you rather quickly. It was dark, so there weren't many people in the street.

"Please alpha, don't let me feel this anymore" You were horny, desperate, in pain. She could feel how scared you were too.

"Don't worry, darling" She helped you walk to your front door, taking your keys and opening it. "I'll be right here" She said, her eyes full of confidence and empathy, as if she knew exactly what you were going through.

You didn't expect her to accept so that was a bit shocking, but you were so horny you couldn't even think. Time went slow when she circled your waist pulling you to embrace her body with your legs, kissing your neck, then your lips.

She went (as if she knew your apartment with the palm of her hand) straight to your bedroom, laying you against the soft mattress, her mouth hot against your skin. It felt out of this world, almost as if they were made for each other. You moaned softly when she bit your lower lip, you could feel her hard cock between your bodies brushing against your wet cunt.

"I need you inside me" Your eyes glimmered with tears, your whole body felt about to combust.

"I know baby, we are getting there" She whispered to you, kissing your neck and taking your clothes off piece by piece. "Absolutely beautiful" She traced your rib cage with one of her fingers. "I always wanted to fuck you, but knowing you'll spend your first heat with me?" She laughed, her eyes dark with desire. "Priceless" She kissed your jaw and you squirmed.

That was new. You never really thought she wanted you in that way, the same way you wanted her; but since the whole university fell to her feet, you didn't really thought you'd ever have a chance. Given the circumstances you were very, very wrong.

"Alpha please, please" You got on your knees in front of her on the bed, the bulge very visible inside her trousers. You were wild, pulling her belt and pants down almost ripping them, tears on your eyes.

She growled lowly and you immediately fell back into submission, lowering your eyes and whining; that was completely new, as if she commanded you and you had no other option than obey.

On your knees, you saw when she spread your legs just enough to see wetness dripping from your hole to the sheets, her gripping your jaw to make you face her. She was smiling down at you, her touch warm and secure. She pulled her cock from her boxers, scenting you so much you felt your cunt pulse with need. Alluring, drawing you to her in a way you never felt before.

You were just hers to toy with at that very moment.

You didn't realize you were shaking, that mix of pain and pleasure making your head spin.

Seulgi pushed your back to touch the bed, getting on top of you and between your legs. Her eyes didn't left yours as she rubbed the tip of her cock on your slit, hitting your clit with it. You mewled, closing your eyes and scratching her back under the unbuttoned blouse.

"It hurts, please" You pleaded again, she was about to make you go crazy from all that teasing.

"Always so polite" She licked your lips and you trembled, whimpering. "That's why you are my favorite student" She didn't wait for anything else, shoving her cock inside you and stretching you even more by doing so. Her eyes trained on your face as she set the hardest pace ever, fucking you just right.

Your mind was fuzzy, thinking only of carrying her puppies, of being bred over and over again. She growled louder, your pussy clenching on her cock and almost trapping her there. That felt so different from sex. Much more messy and fuzzy, literally so natural.

"Yes, professor please" You cried out and something inside her snapped, her hands holding both your wrists above your head and the other squeezing your waist to hold you in place so she can fuck you better.

She suddenly turned you around, your body flat on the bed and she relentlessly hitting your cervix with her cock and moaning on your ear, licking your neck and back. Her body felt heavy and safe and your mind kept wandering again and again to puppies, as if you were trained exactly for that.

"Your puppies, I- I need them" You couldn't hold it in anymore, loudly moaning for her, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. It felt dizzy, as if you were hungry for a very long time.

She got off your body, pulling you into doggy style, shoving her cock in you once again, hissing when your wet pussy made contact with her dick. Grabbing the sheets you could only hide your face there, your body perfectly arched as you finally started to release your pheromones, scenting the whole apartment and more. It smelled like a wet garden: soft and cozy, perfect for Seulgi's petrichor.

Your body felt like a feather, at the same time it felt like it was being ripped apart. That pain was starting to feel heavy, unbearable; only her cock could satiate that urge, that primal instinct. You started to follow her thrusts, your back shots hard and fast, swallowing her 9 inch cock with ease.

Drooling, shaking, babbling and probably a lot of other things, your body started violently shaking and so did hers. She was growling, animalistic and completely wild when she tossed you around to press your knees against your chest.

"I'm gonna breed you so hard, fuck" She shoved her cock back inside you and you started fully sobbing, clawing at her arms and covered thighs.

"Oh my fucking god please, cum inside me, please give me your pups" You were screaming and shaking and she was completely out of her mind. Your scent felt too fucking good, that mating press position giving her access to your cunt in a way she never thought she would actually have.

She kissed you, still fucking and pressing your knees on your chest, marking your legs with her nails. You felt the urge to mark her. Being new at this you just followed your instincts, your fangs coming out to bite her neck and she smiled, covering your mouth with her big hand.

"No marking" She growled, her knot growing and making it hard to move her hips. "Good pussy, so fucking good" She was out of her mind, her eyes closed as yours did the same, moaning against her palm. "You are mine, mine"

She felt your cum on her dick and that was the last straw for her as ropes and ropes of her thick semen covered the insides of your cunt, her cock pulsing hard. You held her hips there with every ounce of strength left in your body, both your scents mixing up as her knot finally popped inside, making your cries become relieved and pained at the same time.

It hurt, definitely.

Your cries became more and more erratic because you were not really understanding your feelings, but soon you were engulfed in her scent, her calm and gentle petrichor scent; she lowered your legs on both of her sides, circling your waist with her arms and switching positions so you would lay on her chest as you were still connected and would be for some time.

Soon your cries became whimpers and sniffles, very quiet as you felt her ever so calming presence.

"It hurts..." You managed to say, hiding your face on the crook of her neck.

"I know, sweetie" She cooed, caressing your back. "I am sorry you have to go through that, but that's just the first time" She made you look at her, her alpha side going ballistic by hearing your whimpers. "It gets better with time" She kissed the tip of your nose and you lightly moaned, clenching. God, you were going insane again.

"You swear and promise?" She looked at you with amusement, her professor side almost slipping in to correct that phrase but she found you so adorable at that moment that she didn't had the heart to do it.

"I swear and promise, sweetheart" She smiled at you, her eyes were so pretty up close.

You hummed, filling your lungs with air. Her very scented air, releasing your own without you even knowing.

You were feeling aroused again, your body feeling hot and that dizzying feeling hitting you like a bullet.

"Professor Kang..." You breathed out, feeling that her knot had shrunken and her cock was already hard.

"I know, omega" Her voice sounded scarier, very alpha-like. "I'm here to take care of your needs..." Was the last thing you remembers her saying before her cock slammed into you once again.

[andromeda-galaxy2877]

I Promise...I'll do better.

First write fight attack! @untitled-tmnt-blog 's prompt 2, "New dad Splinter (Rise), very unprepared, but doing the best he can" this is for @tmnt-write-fight !! Y'all know I adore Rise Splinter, I just HAD to pick this one for my first attack. I hope you enjoy!

Quick warning! This fic does depict some issues with body image, due to Splinter's mutation.

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Lou was far out of his depth.

Huddled in a box in a rainy alley, four sleeping little baby turtles— whom of which he was beginning to fear weren’t really just animals anymore— curled in his arms, sheltered from the cold.

Babies.

They were babies.

Not animal young, not little creatures, not pets— babies. Children. Once he’d gotten over his initial panic and the chaotic whirlwind of emotions that had swamped him over being a literal goddamn rat now it hadn’t exactly been difficult to realize how the turtles had changed.

‘...What on earth do I do now?’

Going back into the Hidden City was completely out of the question. Big Mama would have her people crawling around all over the place trying to find him, to force him back into that arena. Not to mention Baron Draxum would certainly be looking for Lou Jitsu and his creations, determined to fulfill their true intention. 

‘Over my dead body.’ Lou’s hands curled over their shells protectively. There was not a chance in hell he would allow these sweet creatures to become monsters. 

So that ruled out the Hidden City, where Lou’s…new appearance would be accepted without second thought. But…the human world wasn’t exactly the best place for that either. He grimaced, pulling his legs closer to his body. His stomach roiled in disgust at the fur he could see poking through, his misshapen feet. ‘What did he DO to me?’

The sight of his monstrous, clawed hands curled around the innocent creatures made his stomach churn. His body still ached from the transformation, his vision was different— blurrier, he had assumed that it was from the panic but it was staying— ‘Why is it staying??’ He was disgusting, a monster, he—

A soft squeak caught his attention, snapping him free from the downward spiral. He looked down, noticing the large spiky turtle gently nuzzling into his hand. Lou’s eyes softened as he gently stroked the baby’s shell, chuckling softly at the ensuing…chirp? Turtles chirp?

‘Right. I…need to figure out what to do.’ Lou swallowed tightly, daunted by the sudden responsibility thrust onto his shoulders. He had never done well with this before, and now to be responsible for other lives? Oh dear god.

Gathering the babies close to his chest, Lou carefully exited the box, hesitating after he had gotten to his feet. Returning to the human world would be impossible now. He was hit with a wave of desolation, pure defeat at that realization. ‘I could never go back to my career like this. Could I even go back at all…? How long has it been since I was taken?’ He didn’t even want to know. ‘My coworkers, my friends…’ He…he would never see them again. They would never accept him like this.

His life was over.

A little warble caused his gaze to lower, the stinging in his eyes signaling the wet drops falling onto the babies’ shells was not only from the rain. The one with orange spots was looking up at him with big eyes, another soft warble escaping its beak. It was then Lou realized it was shivering—- they all were. 

Something solidified in his chest. His life may be over, but theirs had only just begun.

He would not fail them.

Shielding them closer to his chest, Lou made his way towards the back of the alley, searching for something that could act as a better shelter than that worn and torn box. Dumpsters, a pile of garbage bags, a torn up pile of blankets…a manhole.

Lou grimaced, hissing through his teeth. That would be disgusting. But… ‘What choice do I really have anymore?’

Passing the babies into one hand, he gripped the manhole cover in the other and hauled it to the side. The ladder seemed to lead into an endless abyss of darkness, his vision swimming for a moment at the daunting sight. He hesitated, ‘...Is there nothing else I could do?’

One of the turtles— the one with the soft, leathery shell— let out a fearful little chirp. Lou immediately gently stroked its shell, shushing it. “I know, little turtle. I know…don’t be scared.” 

‘That’s MY job!’ He thought with a shaky chuckle. Cradling the four babies in his arm, Lou carefully climbed down the ladder with the other. 

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A few hours had passed since then. And Lou had never felt so out of place in his entire life.

He had found a large atrium, deciding to make it into their home. Using some old blankets and a damp box he had grabbed from the alley, he formed a bed for the babies. And for a few haunting hours, Lou had sat and contemplated the complete shitstorm his life had become as the babies peacefully slept.

And then a piercing wail broke through that fog.

Lou startled, a sharp gasp of surprise escaping him as his hand flew up to cover his heart. He looked over at the box, eyes wide and heart pounding as he carefully fished out the shrieking turtle. ‘Is it hurt?? What happened?!’

The other babies let out whimpers as their sibling was taken from them, but Lou ignored them as he turned the baby over in his hand. The turtle looked up at him, sniffling, before letting out another cry.

Lou flinched, his ears pinning down to his head to try and block out the noise. He patted the red-striped turtle’s shell soothingly, grimacing “It’s alright, it’s alright little turtle…what are you crying for?”

The baby paused, blinking a few times. Then a series of chirps escaped its beak, rapid and increasing in volume.

Lou winced again, rubbing his head. “My, you are a talkative one, aren’t you…”

‘Something’s wrong. It doesn’t seem to be hurt though— what’s the problem??’ Lou’s concern grew as the wails did in volume, even more so as the other babies joined in. He carefully set the red-striped one back with its siblings, but unfortunately that did not stop the cries.

And then it hit them.

‘They’re hungry! Oh I’m so stupid—’ How had he not thought of that?!

‘...What the hell do turtles eat?’

Well, it was time to find out. Lou hesitated as he looked back down at the babies, their tearful little eyes and wobbling lips striking his heart. His gaze softened as he scooped the babies up with their blanket, holding them to his chest. “Alright…let's go find you turtles some food.” 

All four babies let out a chaotic little series of chirps, the red-striped one patting his little hands against the leathery-shelled one’s face. It immediately grumbled, snapping its teeth at the fingers.

Lou sighed, shaking his head fondly as the spiky one shuffled its way between them, chirping in annoyance before settling against the blanket with a little chirp. The orange spotted one seemed content to just rest beside its siblings, but its expression was twisted. 

Hungry. The poor babies were still hungry.

Lou began making his way out of the atrium, heading back into the tunnels towards the ladder. He grimaced as his bare, spindly claws clicked against the grimy concrete below. He did not want to be doing this, doing any of this— all he wanted was to huddle up in a corner and cry.

But as the soft sniffling of the red-striped turtle started up again, that thought faded away in an instant. All that mattered right now was taking care of these little turtles.

Climbing up the slippery, wet ladder one-handed was a lot easier going up than down. Easier to see where he was going, at least. As he made it halfway— his arm slipped. 

Heart lurching into his throat, Lou instinctively released his cargo to grab the ladder— before he immediately realized what he had done, and nearly dropped himself back down the ladder to catch the bundle.

‘Tell me they’re alright, tell me I didn’t already fail them—’

Lou could barely breathe as he carefully untucked the top of the blanket, counting one, two, three—

Three turtles.

Where was the red-striped one?! Lou’s ears were ringing, chest so painfully tight he could barely even think— and then a squeaky giggle caught his attention. The man turned his head, spotting the missing turtle sitting on the rung right over his head.

Lou blinked rapidly, the relief he felt near-dizzying. “What are you doing up there, you silly daredevil?” He reached a clawed hand out, gently scooping the baby back into his arms, and safely returning it to the blanket with its siblings. “Give me a damn heart attack, why don’t you…”

He finished climbing up the ladder, taking a moment to sit down outside and catch his breath. The rain seemed to have halted, dawn’s light gently painting the alley in a warm orange glow. As his panic slowly ebbed, guilt quickly encroached on where it had once been.

‘Why did I do that?! That was beyond reckless, so stupid— it could have died, they ALL could have!’ Lou swallowed tightly. 

He was not cut out for this.

He had never wanted to be a parent. He blanched at the word, terror striking him. ‘I can’t be a father. I cannot be their father, they need someone better than me.’

But who? He couldn’t just leave them at a pet store and hope for the best, they clearly weren’t normal turtles anymore. It didn’t take a genius to realize that. The human world would never accept them. Leaving them somewhere up here would only be a death sentence, either some small-minded human would hurt them or bring them to a scientific laboratory to be—-

‘NOPE. NOPE. Do NOT follow that line of thought, you JUST calmed down from panic!’ He scolded himself, shaking his head. No, the human world would not be safe.

The Hidden City could be…maybe there was an orphanage that cared for children, maybe he could find them a good family. With parents who were equipped to handle them, ready to raise them, who wouldn’t put them in danger by climbing a wet ladder with them with one hand.

But…

‘If Draxum found them...’ No. No, that was not an option.

The turtles’ only option was him. 

“I’m sorry…” He whispered, curling his knees to his chest as he cradled the babies closer. “You deserve so much more than me.”

The spiky turtle’s face scrunched up, an incoherent soft little murmur-babble leaving his beak as he gently patted Lou’s muzzle.

Lou chuckled wetly, smiling softly as the other little turtles followed the spiky one’s lead. “Thank you, little ones. I…I will do my best to care for you.” ‘I can only hope it will be enough…’ “Now. Let's find you food, shall we?”

The little turtles remained curled up in a little huddle together as he stood, eyes scanning the alley. His vision was still blurry— only further confirming his fear that this was permanent— but he spotted a large enough scrap of fabric to wrap himself in. The man carefully set the babies down as he did so, doing his best to cover every inch of exposed fur and otherwise rat-like traits.

A series of chirps caught his attention; Lou turned, heart leaping as he expected to find the babies in peril again— only to see them all messing with bits of fabric. It seemed it had come from a rainbow t-shirt, but the spiky turtle was hard at work chewing it to pieces, a scrap of red fabric still hanging from its jaws.

Lou chuckled, kneeling down to pull the fabric out of its mouth. “That’s not good food, little— uh…” 

He forgot to name them.

‘I should probably do that.’ They needed good names, something meaningful…he couldn’t think of anything now, with his mind the chaotic spiral it had remained trapped in since he had escaped that wretched lab.

He glanced around between all the babies again, noting the colors they were on— or, in the spiky one’s case, currently chewing on—- ‘WHERE DID IT GET MORE?!’ — Red, Blue, Purple, Orange.

“I’ll call you all that for now. While I think.” He muttered, scooping the little ones back up. Maybe he could take pieces of cloth on the way back, give them each little necktie bandanas? Whatever. That didn’t matter right now; what did matter, was finding these babies something to eat.

…Maybe visiting a pet store wasn’t such a terrible idea. Just to ask what to feed a turtle. That would be his first step. Then he would find said food, get the babies properly fed and bring them back to that atrium…and then…

Then…take it day by day. Raise them as best he could. It was all he could do now.

Lou was far out of his depth.

But maybe…

Maybe everything would be alright in the end.

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

5. "Why did I give her my shirt? Why couldn't I just let her wear her own?" For Uramichi? Like reader stayed over at his home because it suddenly poured as his home is nearer & reader needs a change of clothes?

Rainy Days Like This {Uramichi}

Pairing: Uramichi Omota x reader

Warnings: mentions of depression

Despite having been dating each other for two months now, your relationship still felt new to Uramichi. He was so used to being alone and spending his evenings either still in work or at home working out, letting out the rare occassions where he would meet with his colleagues.

He still wasn't used to you sometimes waiting for him to get done with work, visiting him on set on your days off, or staying over at each other's house sometimes. Especially the last one had to be arranged beforehand so either you or Uramichi could bring pyjamas with you.

"Fuck I am freezing..." You mumbled as soon as you entered his apartment. It was common knowledge that Uramichi walked to the studio so when you visited him earlier that day you had no idea it would rain and that the two of you would end up soaking wet.

His house had been closer so you had practically ran there. The comfort provided by the somewhat warm apartment almost made you cry; it was freezing outside.

"I'll get you something to wear." Uramichi mumbled, helping you with taking off your soaked jacket.

He was back in mere seconds, carrying one of his hoodies and a pair of clean grey sweatpants; most importantly dry. You quietly took the clothes from his hands and went to the bathroom to get changed. At the point the two of you were right now, the truth was that even if you stayed in his bedroom while he was getting changed he wouldn't mind. He had seen you naked many times and vice versa. But right that very moment the bathroom seemed like the best option.

In slow movements, you removed your clothes. Uramichi had turned on the heater for sure since the small apartment was slowly gettting warmer and warmer and you could feel your limbs gaining sensation once more.

You took some time, admiring yourself in the mirror. Not once had you worn his clothes and you could for certain now say that they looked kind of big on you but not because of the height difference. Uramichi was built almost like an ancient Greek god after all those years spent in gymnastics.

All of a sudden you heard a muffled voice coming from the bedroom and since you were now ready, you opened the bathroom door only to see Uramichi pacing nervously back and fourth. It was an odd sighting. His facial expression was earily calm, not even a hint of emotion but he was mumbling to himself as if something serious had happened.

"Why did I give her my shirt?" He spoke the moment you opened your mouth to speak. He still hadn't noticed you, he hadn't even bothered changing clothes or drying his hair. "Why couldn't I just let her wear her own?"

"Excuse me?" You cut him off immediately, confused. It was completely out of his character to say things like that.

Uramichi turned to look at you, surprised. It did take him a few seconds to process the fact that not only you had heard him but you were also standing in front of him, wearing his clothes. Not someone else's. His. When the realisation hit him, it hit him like a truck, his eyes widening and a rare blush tinting his cheeks.

"Oh my god you're blushing!" You exclaimed, not once having seen him blush. It wasn't like him to do so, most of the times he seemed painfully indifferent to any cute moments -though you had this theory that he was secretly noting down every single cute memory of you.

"Delete it from your memory!"

"Absolutely not!" You bursted out laughing before taking a small step closer to him, making a small twirl. "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous." Uramichi responded, his face back to being indifferent. This time, however, it was softer than usual, softer than you had ever witnessed.

"For someone who looked so anxious over me wearing his shirt you certa-"

His lips were cold and trembling when they met yours. They were so soft since he always applied lip balm but it wasn't that that made you melt in his arms. It was the way he held your face, the way he took it in his hands, cupping your cheeks so gently as if they were made out of glass.

Not once had you seen him so... hungry for something. He was kissing you as if it was your first time all over again. It was odd but cute exactly because Uramichi would most likely never do something like that again, at least not now, still so early in your relationship. He would never kiss you so suddenly any time soon but you would. You would, especially when the time called for it.

"You really do look gorgeous." He whispered, his hands falling softly to your waist.

[toxic3mmy]

Toxic quackity baby trapping us is so hot for some reason

yesss omfg, he would be so so hot at it, too

prompt: alex keeps you for himself

warnings! slight smut!

your boyfriend was nice to you and all but he never met your needs. he was always too busy with work or too tired. those were his excuses for not buying you flowers, taking you out on dates, and especially for disregarding your needs in bed.

but you loved him. he was your first everything. it was just hard because you needed more than just someone being with you. you needed attention and simple pining as if he was still trying to win you over, just like at the start of your relationship.

“he doesn’t deserve you, y/n. you’re too good for him, you know?” your best friend, alex, would often tell you this

alex was your closest friend and any time you needed someone to vent to about your empty relationship, he was there. he held you when your boyfriend made you cry. when you were with alex, he kept your mind off of how badly your relationship was failing.

you began to spend almost all of your time with alex. it’s not like it made any difference to your boyfriend. he didn’t really notice when you were gone.

so you happily would spend nights and even weekends with alex. the two of you were strictly friends.

sometimes, though, you two would smoke a little or even drink a little and the two of you got more touchy. you were comfortable together. you would hold hands and even cuddle a lot.

“i could treat you so much better than that lazy son of a bitch”

“yeah… i know, lexie”

and that’s where that conversation would end. it came up a lot, honestly. and the two of you had had a number of instances where everything would get quiet. the world would stop and it was like the universe would wait for one of you to pluck up the courage to kiss the other.

but that never happened. one of you would awkwardly cough and change the subject and that would be that.

you woke up on this particular rainy spring morning with excitement. you and your boyfriend had been together for three years and today was your anniversary.

your boyfriend had already left for work and so you began to prepare for your wonderful weekend. you cleaned, cooked a huge meal of all his favorites, and even had time to doll yourself up. you were hoping that this could help repair the distance between you two that had been apparent for these last few months.

your front door closed shut and you excitedly went to greet your boyfriend.

“hi! how was work?”

“long… where are you off to?” he asked absentmindedly, only slightly glancing your way

“dont you know what today is?” you frowned

“it’s friday.. thank god. hey, maybe we could catch the basketball game at the bar down the street. i’ll even buy you some girly alcohol drinks, oh and i can invite all the guys!”

“but.. i cooked all your favorite food…” you said quietly

“that’s okay sweetie, you can put it in containers and i’ll eat it throughout the week. while you do that,” he said untying his tie and emptying his pockets, “i’ll go get changed into my jersey”

you held back tears as he left to change out of his work clothes. you sniffled as you thought everything over. he wasn’t even your boyfriend at this point. he treated you like a friend. he forgot your anniversary and you spent your whole month planning a nice weekend full of fun things to do together to celebrate your three years of love.

so much for love, you scoffed

you quickly put on your shoes and got into your car. you drove as fast as you could.

this was the last straw. he no longer felt like a boyfriend to you. you two were practically only roommates.

you wiped your eyes as you parked and walked towards alex’s house. the rain was coming down hard and you realized you were in only a skimpy short dress. but that didn’t matter.

“y/n? whats wrong?” alex said when he opened his front door

you were wet and cold from the spring rain and your makeup was definitely ruined from your crying.

“i need you alex…”

he nodded with an empathetic expression and brought you inside. he wrapped a towel around you as you began to explain what happened between broken sobs.

“i’m so sorry… you never deserved anything like this” he sighed softly

“make me feel better, i need to forget about him” you said with eyes full of lust. you pulled alex to your body, his hips pressed to yours, and hungrily began to kiss him passionately.

“the way you’re looking at me right now… how can i say no?” he said in between kisses,

“i’ll make you forget. i told you for so long that i could treat you better and i meant it. i don’t want you going back to him after tonight, understood?”

a loud mew escaped from your lips as his mouth was immediately mouthing at your wet pussy. he licked you up and down and made sure you felt every second of it.

“just lay down and i’ll take care of you, princesa. i’ll make sure you never leave me for him again” he hungrily had his way with you, eagerly stretching you open with his mouth and fingers. he began to pump his cock and lined himself up at your quivering hole.

as he entered you, you felt loved. his cock inside of you while he panted and planted sweet kisses all over your naked body are what made it easy to completely get lost in him.

he took his time, making sure to focus on you completely. it wasn’t until the two of you came down from your highs that you realized.

“uh… alex?”

“yes?”

“please tell me you wore a condom” you shut your eyes tightly as you already knew the answer to that. you felt his load leaking out of you

“i told you, you’re not leaving me. aren’t you ovulating right now? well, i guess now you’re all mine” he smirked and held you close

he had always showed you the love and care that a boyfriend should. he treated you the way you deserved.

“did you seriously just baby trap me? wow, very mature of you… you’re lucky you’re my best friend and that you’re cute” and wow was it incredibly sexy of alex to remember that you were ovulating…

you didn’t mind that he did this without you knowing. it was kind of sweet, in a sickening way. but hey, who likes being normal?

“i know” he smiled and held you tightly while the two of you fell asleep for the night.

[elainavoid]

LN4 - Thunderstorms

Helllo lovelieesss! Seeing Lando Norris on my pinterest feed does something to me and I just want to write abt him all the time!! Anyways, with this post, you can see once again that i’m obsessed with rainy evenings even though it’s literally sunny outside in the middle of November lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy this one, love you <3

You were lying on the gray linen sofa in your living room. Snuggling with the soft blanket on you and watching some true-crime documentaries. Your home was all cozy and cute while there was a literal chaos outside. It was pouring, and you could hear the thunderstorms through the thick walls. You paused the video, and slowly walked to the kitchen area. Opening the fridge, you searched for some snacks, craving something sweet, you looked around, there was nothing sugary but a half-eaten dark chocolate bar. You sighed while closing the door. You threw yourself to the sofa, huffing in despair.

That’s when you heard a knock on the door. It was a very quiet knock, almost like the person who knocked was very shy doing that. But you were sure you heard something. Wondering who could it be, your brain went through every type of scenario. Maybe it was your downstairs neighbor? Maybe the apartment complex couldn’t carry all that rain and now there was a flood? But you would’ve known that. Walking up to the door, you asked “Who is it?” before opening. Maybe it was a serial killer dressed as a courier.

“Y/n…” His voice was breaking, “Can you open the door?” he sounded in despair, you opened the door to see Lando. His curls were soaked, the hoodie he had on was wet.

“Oh Lando.” You softly spoke, “Come on in, you are trembling.”

You invited him inside, stepping aside so he could enter your apartment. Closing the door behind him, Lando held out his arm to give you the bag. “I brought the ice-cream you liked. You know I- i thought maybe we could share it while watching something. I know we broke up three months ago but those storms really make me uncomfortable.”

You stared at his blue eyes, all of the memories you made suddenly rushing to your mind. And you remembered your first date with him...

“I hate thunderstorms.” Lando confessed. You laughed, “Really?” He shook his head while smiling. And that’s when you guys decided, you would meet at each other’s apartment whenever there was a storm, you would sit together, watch something while eating snacks.

Returning to the reality, you found Lando, waiting for an answer from you. “Yeah, we can do that.” God, who were you to refuse him when he was looking at you like that. Especially when he was in this situation. He smiled, it was a quiet way of saying thank you. “But you might need to get changed. You’re going to get cold if you don’t.” Your sentence was cut by his sneeze. “Sorry.” He mumbled, you patted his shoulder as you walked to your bedroom. Lando was following you but he stopped at the door. Not sure if it would be okay to come inside. You pulled out an oversized sweatshirt and a gray sweatpant from your wardrobe. You handed them to him, Lando looked at you, he seemed surprised. “You kept them?”  You shook your head, not looking at him. But you could see he was smirking now. “Well you never came back to get them. What was I supposed to do? Throw them away? I couldn’t bring myself to do that, they hold so much memories.”

Lando didn’t reply. He just stared at the pieces of clothes that he held. “You can take a shower if you want to. I’ll be in the living room.” Before he could say anything, you walked past him and made your way to the living room. You heard the door close after a few seconds after you left him there. Walking to your kitchen counter, you pressed your kettles button to boil some water. A cup of linden tea would be great for cold.  You spent some time, preparing the tea. You also opened the ice-cream package. And got two spoons from the drawer. After placing them on the wooden coffee table, you waited for Lando. You opened one of his favorite episodes from friends.

He arrived a few minutes later, looking cute in his sweater. You missed it on him. He sat on the other edge of the sofa. But as the show played, he got close to you little by little. You placed some of the blanket on him. He smiled at your actions. One of your hands and found his under the fabric. As soon as he felt your skin, your fingers interlocked. He put his head on your shoulder, mumbling a small “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You said as your free hand ran through his half-dried curls. They were soft, just like you remembered. He smelled like coconut, because of your shampoo. After a few minutes of playing with his hair, he raised his head and looked at you. “I can get used to this again.” He spoke while drawing some circles on your hand. “I hope you do.”