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Alcina's New Maid. Pt. 5! Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.

Notes: Part 5! I had to split part 4 into two because it was getting WAY too long so here ya go💕 I wasn't planning on a certain someone showing up this early but it just worked as I was typing out my stream of consciousness. The plot is getting thiccccc

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The next morning you wake up and for the first time, Alcina is still in bed with you. She had gotten up at some point and put on a black nightgown, but you wake up the same way you fell asleep, tucked into her with her arm wrapped around you. She feels you stir and looks down at you. You look up at her, her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose with a book in her hand.

"Good morning draga." She says.

"Good morning Mis- Alcina." You say sleepily.

"How did you sleep my pet?"

"Really well, how did you sleep?"

"Well, I require very little sleep, so for the 30-45 minutes I was asleep was wonderful."

"What did you do the rest of the night?" You're pretty sure you knew Alcina and the girls were vampires of some sort, or at least not human, but there was still so much about them that was a mystery.

"Well I got up and worked for a few hours, then I had some rare free time so I came back here and continued reading my book."

You smile at her and she pulls you into her.

"I'll have Zina bring you up breakfast this morning."

"She doesn't have to, I can eat in the kitchen, I feel so bad that she's been doing so much extra work just for me." Alcina side-eyes you.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea my pet, I have, concerns, about the other maidens."

You're disappointed, but nod your head. She's right to be concerned, to be fair you are too, but you're tired of having people waiting on you hand and foot because you're trying to avoid someone.

"I understand Alcina."

She sighs and you look up at her.

"You may go down to the kitchen for breakfast, but you must bring it up here and eat in my chambers. Understand?"

"Yes, thank you Alcina." You say with a smile.

"Before you go, help me get dressed."

She closes her book and tosses her covers off of her and gets out of bed. You follow suit and go to her wardrobe to grab a dress.

"Do you want me to pick anything in particular?" You ask her.

"Just my usual attire is fine dear." She says as she removes her nightgown, revealing a new lacy bra and underwear set.

You grab her dress and bring it to her. She steps into it and slides her arms into the sleeves. She sits on her vanity bench so you can button it.

She touches up her lipstick and slides her gloves on.

"There's a new uniform on the chair over there for you." She says, nodding to one of the chairs in the corner of the room.

You walk over and put your new uniform on and turn back to Alcina who is adjusting her hat on her head.

"Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"That's all, you can head down to the kitchen. Remember, straight back up here with your tray, no gallivanting around, yes?"

"I promise I'll come right back here, no detours." You say with a smile.

"Good girl. Go on." She says, nodding towards the door.

You make your way downstairs and head towards the kitchen. You see Zina just outside the kitchen, surprised to see you.

"Y/n, I was just about to prepare a tray to bring up to you."

"Thank you Zina, but I figured I'd come down and grab breakfast myself and bring it up. I hate that I've been making so much extra work for you."

Zina looks at you a little concerned.

"Does she-"

"Oh, yes, she gave me permission to get breakfast and bring it back up to her chambers."

Her face relaxes into a smile.

"Very well then, enjoy."

You walk into the kitchen and you immediately feel eyes on you. You try your best to ignore them as you wait in line for your meal. Once you get breakfast you grab your tray and make your way back across the kitchen to Alcina's chambers.

All is fine until you feel someone shove you from behind, as you're shoved you see a foot stick out and trip you, your tray goes flying and so do you. You try to brace yourself for the fall but you smack your head into one of the benches at the table and roll onto the floor. You may have blacked out for a moment but you sit up as fast as you can, your head spinning and in pain. You feel your head and look at your hand and see blood, you look up and see Stefana standing over you with an evil smile across her face. You look down and see that she has a knife in her hand, you panic and try to back away from her as you're on the floor, afraid if you turn your back she's just going to kill you.

As Stefana takes a step forward, a loud "BAM" echoes through the kitchen startling everyone, including you. You turn your head to look and see that the kitchen door has been knocked off of it's hinges, a familiar black hat makes its way through the door frame as Alcina steps into the kitchen. She stands up straight and looks at Stefana, the look in her eyes is terrifying, she looks down at you on the floor and her eyes soften with concern, in an instant the rage is back as she walks towards the two of you, more than half of the maids run out of the kitchen through the other door.

You scramble to your feet and step back towards Alcina. Stefana drops the knife, you're not sure if she even realized she did to be honest.

"YOU." She yells, the walls of the kitchen shake. "You disrespectful, insolent worm."

Alcina extends her claws, and slowly walks towards her, she walks past you and gently pushes you behind her.

"What did I tell you last time? If you so even look at her again I will slice you to ribbons. You were properly warned yet you still did not listen." Her tone is cold and angry. "I told you you would regret it."

Stefana stands there, terrified, but also angry.

"Alci-" She begins to say.

"SILENCE." Alcina yells. "I never gave you permission to call me by that name, a name you only learned after prying through my personal belongings! How dare you try and use stolen information to save yourself."

"I deserved to know!" Stefana tells back.

"You deserve nothing." Alcina hisses.

"I love you! You told me you loved me and you threw me aside like I was nothing to you!" She yells through tears.

Alcina laughs out loud, her laughter fills you with terror. "Make no mistake little girl," she growls as she gets closer to her. "I never spoke those words to you. You were nothing to me, and you still are nothing to me. All you are is a nuisance, a disobedient, disrespectful wench and I am THROUGH with giving you repeated warnings to behave yourself."

Alcina slowly pulls her arm back, getting ready to slash Stefana into pieces.

"NO!" You yell, you have no idea what came over you, but you couldn't watch Alcina kill her in front of you, not like this. You run up behind Alcina and grab her wrist before she slashes forward.

Alcina stops and slowly looks down at you, she has an anger in her eyes you never knew was possible for someone to have, even if they weren't human.

"Please, don't, please." You beg. Your entire body is trembling, you didn't even realize you were crying.

She glares into your eyes as your hands tremble around her large wrist, but you don't break eye contact. The anger in her eyes softens, not much, but you notice the slight shift. She growls at you and aggressively retracts her claws, you slowly drop your hands and she breaks the eye contact and looks towards Stefana. She takes another step closing the distance between the two of them.

She raises her hand to her face and you wince, she drags her finger down Stefana's cheek.

"Today is certainly your lucky day." She says sweetly, but almost terrifyingly. When her finger reaches her jaw, Alcina grabs Stefana by the throat and lifts her up to her eye level. "You better be grateful for her kindness because if I had it my way you would be slashed to pieces on this floor right now." She brings Stefana closer to her face. "If you so much as breathe in her direction, it will be the very last breath you take. Next time I will not let her stop me from tearing you to shreds. Do you understand?"

Stefana tries to respond but can't because of the pressure around her throat. Alcina drops her and she hits the ground, hard.

"Now get out of my sight." She growls.

Stefana looks at her for a moment as she gasps for air and another maid comes over and helps her to her feet, guiding her out of the kitchen.

"Let me make one thing very clear to all of you." Alcina says to the maids left in the kitchen. "If anyone lays as much as a finger on her, it will be the last thing you do. Am I clear?" She says angerly.

You hear the maids quietly respond with "yes Lady" and "yes Mistress".

She slowly turns to you and stares at you.

"And you," you swallow hard, worried that you just marked yourself for death. "That was very bold, but very stupid. Do not ever do that again."

"I won't Mistress." You say with a shaking voice.

She kneels down in front of you and brings her knuckle under your chin and lifts your head, she inspects the gash on your head from hitting it on the bench.

"Oh Mother Miranda," she says under her breath. "I think you may need stitches. Come, I'm taking you to the infirmary." She grabs your hand and leads you out of the kitchen to the infirmary.

The stitches pinch a little, but the pain wasn't bad at all, especially compared to the pain you feel when Alcina breaks your skin when she feeds.

"Okay, all finished." The doctor says, cutting the sutures. "You only needed three stitches, the cut wasn't too deep and shouldn't leave much of a scar if you take care of it. You also have a slight concussion, but that should resolve itself in a few days."

"Thank you." You say quietly.

"Is there anything else you need my Lady?" She asks turning to Alcina.

"No, thank you doctor."

The doctor nods her head and leaves the room. You keep your eyes on the floor, not wanting to break the uncomfortable silence. Alcina's anger had subsided, but she still wasn't happy. You feel her eyes on you and you turn and slowly meet them, you feel like a child that's about to be scolded by their mother.

"How are you feeling?" She calmly asks.

"I'm okay." You say quietly.

She brings her knuckle under your chin and lifts your face again, inspecting the stitched up wound.

"Why on earth would you want to me to spare her life?" She says softly, almost like she's talking to herself. "She would have ended yours right then and there with no hesitation." You watch her golden eyes as they scan your stitches, she slowly turns your head back and fourth to examine it from every angle. "Yet, you begged me to spare hers." She drops her hand and looks you in the eyes. "Why?"

"I don't know, I didn't even realize what I was doing when I did that. I just got so scared and I didn't want to watch her die in front of me, I would have felt so guilty, like her death would have been my fault."

Alcina cocks her head to the side and furrows her brows like she's confused.

"And why would that be your fault?"

"Because I'm the one who replaced her, I'm the one she's angry with, if she died because of something she did to me, I'd feel so guilty."

"Her anger is horribly misplaced, I am the one she should be angry with. I brought you here, I was the one who had her replaced, I would have been the one to kill her, you bear none of the guilt or responsibility for what will frankly be her own demise." Your eyes stay focused on the floor. When you don't respond she puts her finger under your chin and lifts your face towards her. "You don't believe me do you?" She says a little flatly.

"It's not that I don't believe you, logically, yes, none of it would be my fault, but my head and my heart can't seem to accept it."

"If she does anything else, do not try and stop me again. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Come, I'm bringing you back to my chambers. I am going to have Zina pack your things from your room in the maids quarters." She says as she grabs your hand and goes to leave the infirmary.

"Wait, why?" You ask as you stop moving.

Alcina stops and turns towards you.

"After that incident I can't trust that you will remain safe in the maids quarters. I am moving you into the room next to mine so I can keep a close eye on you. From now on, unless you are in my chambers or my study, you will not leave my side. You will go where I go and have all of your meals with us in the dining hall. On the rare occasions where I cannot bring you along with me you are to stay with the girls or in one of the designated rooms. Understood?"

You can't help but smile up at her, you shake your head yes accompanied by an "mhm."

She leads you to her chambers and lifts you into her bed. You crawl under the covers and hear a knock at the door.

"Mother?" You hear Bela on the other side of the door.

"Come in." She says and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Mother Miranda is-" Bela looks over and sees your stitches. "WHAT HAPPENED?" She says running over to you. Your head throbs when she yells. Although your concussion was a minor one, it still left you sensitive to bright lights and loud noises.

Out of the three girls Bela is probably the one you're least closest with, seeing her reaction to your injury warmed your heart.

"There was an incident in the kitchen with another maid, it's been handled."

"Is she dead?" Bela asks, angrier than you expected.

"No, but she has been dealt with. Now what about-"

Two swarms of flies appear in the room and Daniela and Cassandra appear.

"What happened?" Daniela asks.

"We heard Bela yell." Cassandra says.

They look over at you and see your stitches at the same time.

"HOW DID YOU GET THAT!?" Daniela yells, your head throbs more when she yells and you wince at the pain.

"Who do I have to kill?" Cassandra says with a darkness in her voice you've never heard before, it honestly scares you a little.

They run over to the bed next to Bela.

"Girls." Alcina says. "Y/n is okay, as I was telling Bela, there was an incident with one of the other maids but it's been handed."

"Why isn't she dead?!" Bela says.

"SHE'S STILL ALIVE?" Daniela and Cassandra yell in unison. You wince again from the sound.

"Girls, volume." Alcina says to the three of them, she looks over at you. "Would you like to tell them why the maid in question isn't currently being made into a fresh bottle of my wine?"

The three girls look at you, both mad and confused.

"Girls, I'm okay, really. Just a few stitches, minor concussion, I'll be fine."

"That doesn't explain why she's still breathing!" Cassandra says.

"Al- your mo- Mistress," You stumble over your words as your head pounds from the concussion. You bring your hands to your face and rub your eyes as your head throbs. "Sorry," You say as you bring your hands down. "I stopped her."

"WHY?!" The three yell.

You wince again, the throbbing in your head increases.

"Girls, she has a concussion, will you please be quiet." Alcina hisses at them as they hang their heads. She gets up and closes the curtains, darkening the room. "Is that better?" She asks, turning towards you.

The darkness helps to ease the pain in your head a little. "Yes, thank you." The three girls stare at you, demanding an answer. "I don't know-"

"Yes you do." Alcina says flatly as she sits back down on the edge of the bed.

The girls look towards Alcina and back to you.

"I- I didn't even know what I was doing until I did it, but I didn't want to see her die in front of me, so I just grabbed her wrist and stopped her from slashing the maid to pieces."

The girls' eyes widen as they look at you.

"And you didn't kill her?" Cassandra asks her mom, gesturing to you.

"No, I did not." Alcina says.

"Woah." Daniela says, staring at you.

"Mom must really like you." Bela says quietly.

Alcina gives her a low growl.

"She's not wrong." Cassandra says to Alcina. "The last time a maid tried to stop you, you gutted her and turned her into a scarecrow as a warning to the rest of them. She's still the only maid out there!"

You swallow hard and watch as Alcina looks at Cassandra.

"Yes, I remember, thank you for the history lesson." She says sarcastically.

"Well I'm happy you didn't kill her." Daniela says, looking up at her mother. "I like y/n, I she's my favorite!"

Alcina smiles and places her hand on Daniela's head, which Daniela nuzzles into.

"So you're just gonna let that maid live?" Bela asks Alcina.

"For now, yes. But if she steps even a centimeter out of place she's finished."

"Can I follow her around so I can kill her the second she messes up?" Cassandra asks eagerly.

"Absolutely not. I will take care of her, I don't want any of you laying a finger or a fly on her, understand?"

"Yes mom." They reply in unison.

"Now, Bela, what were you saying about Mother Miranda?"

"Oh, she needs the lab and some maids to test on."

Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose and furrows her brows.

"I can not afford to keep loosing maids, the village will riot if I take any more girls." She says under her breath and drops her hand.

"We can always give her the one who hurt y/n!" Cassandra says with a devilish smile.

"No, she won't do. I will come up with some solution, did she say when she was coming?" Alcina asks Bela.

"She said she would be here soon."

"Did she say what she needed the lab for?"

"New cadou mutations I think."

"Of course." Alcina says with a sigh. "Alright, thank you girls, you may go. Please try and keep it down."

"Yes mother." They say as they disappear in a swarm.

Alcina turns to you, noticing the confused look on your face.

"You have a lab? Where you test on maids? And what's a cadou?"

"There are many things that go on in this castle that you need not worry about draga, including anything that happens in the dungeon. I must go prepare for Mother Miranda, under no circumstances are you to leave this room. I will make sure your meals are delivered to you. You are to rest until you are fully recovered, understand?"

"Yes."

She drags her finger along your cheek and studies your face for a moment. She drops her hand and stands.

"I must be off, if you need anything before I return have one of the girls or Zina assist you."

"I will." You look up into her eyes as she towers over you. "Thank you for saving me." You say quietly.

"No need to thank me my pet." she cups her hand under your face. She goes to speak but stops herself and purses her lips. You gently smile at her and she smiles back at you and drops her hand.

She opens the door and you see her stop.

"Oh, Mother Miranda, I wasn't expecting you so soon." Alcina says.

"I don't understand why, I did tell your daughter I would be arriving soon." You hear an unamused voice outside of the door but can't see her with Alcinas dress blocking your view. "What do you have in here?" The woman asks.

"Oh, it's nothing im-"

She pushes past Alcina and walks into the room. You see a woman dressed in all black, wearing a gold mask with a black feathered hood on her head. Her mask nearly resembling a birds beak, the hood attached to a floor length robe, also covered in black feathers. She removes the hood revealing her blond hair, slicked back and tucked into her robe.

"And what do we have here?" She says, almost amused.

"Mother Miranda, this is my new handmaiden, y/n."

Alcina's demeanor has completely shifted since she opened the door, usually she commands every room she walks into. As soon as Mother Miranda entered, her usual large presence seems to have shrunk. You're not sure what it exactly is, if Alcina is being submissive, if she just very, very highly respects her, of if she fears her, or if it's a combination of all of the above, but she's not her usual self.

"Your handmaiden resting in your chambers?" Mother Miranda says, as if she's mocking Alcina.

Your eyes shift to Alcina, you can almost see a desperation in her eyes, like a child looking for praise and acceptance from their neglectful parent. It's something you've never witnessed with Alcina before, you're not sure how you feel about it, but you gut doesn't have a good feeling.

"Yes, she had an altercation with another one of the maids leaving her injured. For her own safety I am having her stay in my chambers until I can make other arrangements."

"I can see," Mother Miranda says as she walks up to you and examines you. You notice she has bright yellow eyes, similar to Alcina's. "Such a pretty young thing." She says as she caresses your cheek with her finger.

You meekly smile at her. "Thank you." You say quietly. You look over at Alcina and you see a shift in her eyes as Mother Miranda touches you, her jaw clenches and she bites the inside of her lip, trying to keep her emotions in check. She doesn't look happy.

"And why is this maiden not being utilized in my lab? She may be a fine specimen for the cadou."

You see fear and anger flare in Alcina's eyes as she takes a few steps towards you both. Mother Miranda turns to look at Alcina and she tries her best to hide her emotions.

"With all due respect Mother Miranda, I don't believe she would handle the cadou well. Her small body would crumble, it would kill her, I'm certain of it. She is quite useful, one of my best maids, I have other maidens that would take to the cadou much better than she will, and they will be much more useful in your experiments." Alcina's eyes shift to you and back to Mother Miranda. You get the feeling she's trying to protect you, but you're not sure from what, Mother Miranda, the lab, the cadou, all of it?

"Alcina, are you prioritizing one of your pathetic employees over my work? You do understand the importance of these experiments don't you?"

You never thought you'd see the day where Alcina was intimidated by someone, but Mother Miranda certainly does it.

"No Mother Miranda, not at all." Alcina quickly replies, her tone apologetic. "I absolutely understand the importance of it-"

"Then stop prioritizing a simple maid over my work." Mother Miranda growls.

You see fear in Alcina's eyes, she's not fearful for her, she's fearful for you. You don't know what experiments they're talking about, or even what a cadou is, but from Alcina's reaction to the potential of subjecting you to it, it can't be good.

Mother Miranda turns towards you again and looks at you.

"You may be a wonderful specimen for the cadou," she says, stroking your hair. "Or it may kill you, there's only one true way to find out." She says with an evil smile. You're not sure if she's being serious, or just trying to get a rise out of Alcina, because if she's trying to get a rise out of her, it's certainly working. You see the anger bubbling in Alcina, you've heard of Mother Miranda before and if the rumors are true, her powers are strong, and terrifying.

"If I may," you quietly say, hoping to diffuse the situation. Alcina's eyes snap towards you, before you can gauge her reaction Mother Miranda's bright yellow eyes capture your attention as she stares intensely into your eyes. "Well first, it's an honor to meet you Mother Miranda." Mother Miranda's stare doesn't falter. The tension in the air thickens, you're not sure if you're about to seal your fate to the dungeon or save yourself, but it's too late to back out now. "But, um, I'm not an employee, technically." You break eye contact with Mother Miranda for a moment to look at Alcina, who looks both worried and unsure of what you're doing, your eyes meet Mother Miranda's once again.

"Are you a maiden?" Mother Miranda asks, her voice cold and aggravated.

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you clean the castle?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you wear a maids uniform?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you stay in the maids quarters?"

"I did ma'am."

"Then explain to me, how are you not an employee?" Her bright eyes burning into yours.

"Lady Dimitrescu purchased me." You pause for a moment, slowly and carefully selecting each word that comes out of your mouth. "She paid my uncle in exchange for me. So, although I have the same duties as the employees here, I believe I am technically her property. Right?" You look over at Alcina, you see her relax a bit and she gives you a tiny nod.

"She is correct Mother Miranda," Alcina says as she takes a step forward. "I paid a large sum of money to take possession of her. Aside from knowing she would not react well to the cadou, as other experiments similar to her physique have, I would like to make my investment worthwhile."

"You must be very special then if Alcina was willing to purchase you. Although I'm not surprised, you are very beautiful." She says, stroking you cheek again, she almost sounds like she's flirting with you. You see Alcina stiffen, Mother Miranda is toying with her, trying to provoke her. "Such a shame you'll have a hideous scar, tainting your beautiful face." She says as her finger slides down your jawline and she flicks her finger as she reaches under your chin, her sharp talon grazing your skin.

Your eyes shift to Alcina, her jaw clenched again, anger in her eyes, Mother Miranda turns to face her and she tries her best to soften her eyes. Mother Miranda chuckles.

"Very well Alcina, I will respect your property. I will meet you in the lab." She says as she stands up. In a flash she disappears in a burst of black feathers.

Alcina exhales in relief and closes her eyes, putting her hands over her chest. She takes a breath in to ground herself and regains her composure, when she opens her eyes, it's like she's back to normal. She looks over at you and you're worried about her, relieved, and fucking confused.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Language." She says, scolding you.

"Sorry."

She cups your face in her hand and you close your eyes and lean into her. She bends down and when you open your eyes you realize she's eye level with you.

"You are extremely lucky. Your boldness will no doubt be your downfall." She says looking into your eyes. "Don't push your luck." You nod your head in her hand. She kisses you on your forehead, you're both surprised when you feel her lips on you. Alcina pulls away and stands up and heads towards the door. "Since you are my property, I very well may have to get you a collar, my little pet." She says almost flirtatiously as she smirks, turning towards you before she opens the door.

"If that's what you want, Mistress." You say with a smile.

She cocks an eyebrow at you and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

"Holy shit." You say to yourself as you lay back into the pillows. Not realizing how anxious you really were that entire time, you feel like a huge weight was lifted off of your chest as your anxiety fades away.

"Why was Alcina so afraid for me? What the fuck did Mother Miranda do to have so much power over her? What experiments are they performing on maids in the dungeon or lab or whatever the hell they have in the basement? What the fuck is a cadou? What else happens here that I don't know about?!" Thoughts and questions flood your mind, you were hoping to try and relax and maybe get some sleep but that's definitely not happening anymore.

Alcina leaves her chambers and closes the door behind her. She leans back against the wall and takes a long, shaky breath in and slowly exhales. It's not even noon and she's already had the most stressful day she's had in years, all she wants right now is a cigarette and a drink. The last thing she wants to do right now is work on experiments in the lab with Mother Miranda. She knew letting you go down to the kitchen was a bad idea, but the disappointment in your face crushed her so she gave in without a second thought. She decided to quietly follow you to the kitchen, just to make sure you were safe, and she was grateful she followed her instincts.

She was worried when she heard what sounded like a tray falling, a small thud and a soft yelp, but she was hoping it wasn't you. It wasn't until she heard your heartbeat increase rapidly that she knew you were in trouble. She didn't mean to knock the door off of it's hinges, but you were in danger and she needed to get to you as fast as possible. She was completely blinded by anger, seeing you on the floor, bleeding from your head, Stefana standing over you with a knife in her hand, ready to take her revenge. She was ready to kill Stefana, she was almost excited about it. She was only pulled out of her searing anger when she felt hands around her wrist and seeing you there when she looked down. Bleeding, crying, terrified and trembling like a leaf, she was pissed that you got in her way, but she couldn't stand seeing you like that more than she wanted to kill Stefana.

Then in her chambers, where she thought you were finally safe, Mother Miranda shows up and tries to take you to the lab and experiment on you. This terrified her far more than the threat of Stefana. Normally she would bend to any request Mother Miranda asked of her, she's given Mother Miranda her personal handmaids to experiment on before. Most of them either dying or turning into moroaicas, but she desperately fought to keep you out of the dungeon; even if that meant going against Mother Miranda's wishes, something she's never even considered before. She felt jealousy for the first time in years when Mother Miranda dangled you in front of her like a toy, she knew what she was doing and she did it purposefully. It scared her that she felt so much anger when Mother Miranda stroked your cheek and complimented you, flirted with you; and it angered her even more when she insulted you, saying that your beautiful face was tainted from the wound.

She was terrified to her core when you spoke up, worried that Mother Miranda would deem you disrespectful and just kill you right in front of her. She felt a wave of relief wash over her when you mentioned that you were her property, a point she never even thought to bring up. She never looked at you as her property, but technically, you were, and that might be the only reason you weren't being dragged to the lab right this second.

Before Mother Miranda showed up, she almost said "I will always protect you." but stopped herself. She didn't want to be that vulnerable with someone else, she was worried she was getting too attached, afraid to express the feelings she had deep down she's been trying to suppress. Impulse took control when she kissed you on the forehead before she left, it's been decades since she's shown someone other than her daughters that kind of affection, and it scared her. It's been decades since she's felt so strongly for someone like this, it's something she's actively tried to avoid in all honesty.

"I'm becoming too attached." She thinks to herself. If she's learned anything in her 100 plus years of living, it's how to shove things into a box and put it to the back of her mind to hopefully be forgotten. "I must distance myself." She thinks of how heartbroken you would be and how sad it would make her to see you like that, but she quickly pushes that thought aside. Her fears greater than her guilt, she stands up straight, takes in a deep breath, exhales, and shoves all of her feelings towards you into a box and into the darkest corner of her mind. She has work to do, experiments to work on with Mother Miranda, a business to run, she has no time for these silly feelings. She adjusts her hat, smooths out her dress and makes her way to the lab to continue working towards Mother Miranda's goal.

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Sleepover Headcanons—--

Second Years

Content: Prefect!reader, platonic, mentions of a bug

Other parts: first years, third years

ROUND 2!! I finally have an excuse to write more for Silver...

Riddle

He arrives early but waits outside until the exact time to come in. It's probably good, because you need to worry about disciplining Grim last-minute before the whole dorm sets on fire when those two break out into a fight.

The refreshments he brought are mostly healthy ones, but Trey had also made him pack one of his cakes beforehand, so you'll be eating pretty good. It goes without saying that he brought tea to drink alongside his snacks.

He doesn't quite understand the concept of sleepover games, so he just brought crossword puzzles. The only person who was having any sort of fun with his old-man taste in games was Silver... Unless you're also willing to participate. Kalim played too, but it was likely out of kindness.

You had to buy a fire extinguisher before the sleepover out of fear that Ruggie, Azul, or Floyd would set Riddle off (emphasis on Floyd). And it almost did happen, had Jamil and Silver not stepped in. You stopped Jade from helping because you honestly just don't want to be in debt.

As far as games, he typically wins first place when it's cards. Also, you don't have to be extra wary about cheaters since Riddle will probably catch them for you. It's just in his nature.

He'll probably demand to play something else if you start with video games. The others will absolutely crush him on this—and by that, I mean full-on last place for almost every game.

It's really no surprise that Riddle sent himself off to sleep early. Floyd attempted to provoke him into staying up, but he didn't fall for it this time. He will come to regret this in the morning when he discovers the dainty, frilly, little bowtie tying his antennas (ahoges) together. Courtesy of Octatrio.

Silver

He planned to come early, but since he fell asleep, he ended up a few minutes late. It's not anything that bad, but he still apologizes for it.

He brings popular snacks and drinks with the help of Lilia's guidance, but... Yeah, he brought protein bars too and basically no one there is eating it except Ruggie and MAYBE Jamil. Kalim will have a singular one if he's offered.

Surprisingly good at online games? He's played enough times with Lilia to the point where he's at least better than most of the traditional game enjoyers there. He can be a bit proud of his wins sometimes, but he's not going to rub it in anyone's faces. In fact, he may go a bit easier some rounds and even give tips if the skill gap is too large.

He's also decent at traditional games, but the others typically win. The most painful part is waiting for him to wake up when it's his turn.

He's probably one of the few people (besides Kalim) that genuinely don't get bothered by Grim, or anyone else for that matter. 0 arguments, 0 property damage, 100% apologies if he causes any issues—even minor ones.

Fell asleep WAY early. He had been constantly nodding in and out of consciousness since the sleepover started, but completely fell asleep around the same time as Riddle. With Riddle unconscious, everyone was much more inclined to start ramping up the pranks, so Silver ended up with dyed hair and a face full of makeup the next morning.

Ruggie

You immediately watch this hyena like a hawk to ensure he's not pocketing anything from Ramshackle and actually eating snacks in moderation, not just downing everything at once for the sake of saving his own food expenses.

His behavior during traditional games can be explained pretty easily. He participates in a few games, gets a competitive streak, tries to cheat, gets caught by Riddle (and forcefully forfeit from the game!), then claims it was boring anyways.

When everyone moved to online games, he was pretty excited since he rarely, if ever, gets the luxury to play such things. As a quick learner, he did much better than most of the others at the very least. He usually ends up in the middle to top place.

Even though he has a knack for teasing others, most of the second years there are either able to brush it off or they're just too oblivious (Silver, Kalim). Besides, he avoids provoking intimidating people like Floyd, so you rarely have to worry about fights occuring because of him. The only “fight” that may happen is with Grim, but that's easy to break up.

He can stay up pretty late, and considering his awareness of the pranks that will be pulled on early sleepers, he's determined to outlast everyone else. Ruggie only allows himself to sleep after seeing everyone else pass out; unbeknownst to you, however, it's also because he wants to pack up all of the leftover snacks and leave with them in the morning.

Kalim

The sweet little ball of sunshine. Yeah, maybe he arrived slightly late, but you can forgive him. He probably would've arrived later if it wasn't for Jamil dragging him there.

Initially, he was going to bring all sorts of trinkets, games, and a whole 5 course meal to the sleepover if Jamil hadn't stopped him. So instead, there's just a wide variety of snacks and a handful of games/movies. Most of his tastes suit the others due to his experience in hosting many, many parties... And having the help of Jamil's advice.

Never fights with the others, and in fact, tries to lighten the mood whenever tension begins to grow (especially after games). No matter if he wins or loses, he will always be just as happy as before.

Even though he's a bit better at traditional games, he's pretty decent with video games too. The most surprising part is that he's not even taking it seriously despite his wins. He's just playing for the fun of it.

He can stay up decently late, but since he's completely fine with getting pranked in his sleep, he doesn't have the urge to force himself awake. Kalim falls asleep after Silver and Riddle, but he's protected from pranks anyways because Azul wants to forge good ties with him (MONEY.) and Jamil has the obligation to do so.

Jamil

Arrives at the same time as Kalim, but only because he has to assist him. He would've been there right on time if it was up to him, mostly because he didn't want to come early in case it would intrude on your preparations. Everything that Jamil brought is combined with Kalim's items since there was a lot to carry as is.

He's constantly babysitting Kalim during the sleepover while keeping his eye out for troublemakers, so thankfully, your workload is lightened by a lot.

All of this immediately goes out the window as soon as he sees a cockroach crawling toward him. Ramshackle is all broken down, so what did he really expect? Remember that fire hydrant you brought in case of Riddle's outbursts? You ended up using it on his fire magic instead. He was about to fire again when he realized that the roach was (somehow) still alive, but fortunately, Ruggie just straight up stomped on it. With his bare feet. Everyone immediately told him to wash it off afterwards (except Silver because that is the same exact person who washes his hair with body soap). At least it was better than the alternative happening, which would be Floyd taking care of it himself. Who knows what would've transpired.

He's one of the top scorers in both traditional games and video games, yet, he doesn't get first place all the time. He's typically unbothered by it, but can get internally competitive. Also, he can be very passive aggressive about others taunting him for his performance. By “others”, it's mostly the Octatrio.

He has the capacity to stay up super late, but due to overexerting himself from babysitting Kalim and trying to decimate that roach, he falls asleep before some of the others. By this time, the only people who are still awake would be Jade and Ruggie, so he's still not safe from pranks. His hair is tied into braided double tails, finished with a frilly pink ribbon weaved between each side. Your ghost camera will probably become a valuable asset for Octavinelle after all of these photos...

Azul

He came slightly early to try negotiating a deal for himself to use Ramshackle again under some very convoluted terms. After everything that happened, though, even Grim was having no part of that. The deal was rejected and everyone went back to casual mode.

He bought menu items from Monstro Lounge for everyone to have, which was obviously just another marketing tactic. Since it wasn't harmful, it wasn't called out at any point in time. He still made sure to cover his expenses by eating enough of everyone else's refreshments, with the assistance of Jade and Floyd of course.

He's a close competitor with Riddle in traditional games and only slightly better than him in video games. He may not be awful with video games, but compared to the others, his skill gap is still very clear.

Losing doesn't bother him too much since there's always something to look forward to at the sleepover. Namely, making himself known to Kalim and Silver. Luckily, Jamil knows how to keep some distance between Kalim and Azul, but you'll have to remind Silver that the octopus may be aiming for a bigger goal when speaking with him. Malleus.

Azul falls asleep only slightly before Jamil, which is both relieving yet terrifying. For once, you no longer have to worry about any underhanded plays from him. At the same time, who's going to control the mushroom maniac Jade now?

Jade

Comes with Azul, as expected. He brought his own refreshments in addition to the Monstro Lounge menu items, but... It's just a basketful of mushrooms. He also brought some tea on the side to drink with the mushrooms.

He's decent at traditional games, but mostly scores in the middle of everyone else. Unfortunately for him, most of the second years are aware that he'll pull shady tactics.

In video games, he's also slightly in the middle to low range since he doesn't care too much for them. He's seen Floyd playing them a decent bit, but he doesn't join all the time.

He's very compliant at first. He never rages over games and mostly stands on the sidelines during arguments. The worst he did was add fuel to the fire verbally.

That all ends when the snacks start running low, and the mushrooms start coming out... Obviously, most people didn't take them. Riddle and Jamil were too suspicious of it (so obviously Kalim isn't allowed to have any either). Azul and Floyd are SICK of mushrooms. Ruggie only eats them after identifying them as edible, because there's no way he could let food go to waste. Silver... He's the only person who legitimately enjoyed it. The mushrooms were downed quicker than chips. Never trust risotto enjoyers.

You weren't sure if he was the type to sleep early or late at first, but you eventually realized that he only stayed up for so long to observe the pictures you took of all the pranked sleepers. You better watch your ghost camera from now on, lest it goes missing one day.

Ruggie doesn't really want to deal with the consequences of messing with him, and neither do you, so he's also one of the few people who were saved from pranks.

Floyd

Came with Jade and Azul, didn't bring anything except a giant shrimp plush. He was mostly just gnawing on it and tossing it around for most of the sleepover, leaving you feeling rather uneasy. Who knows how many times that shrimp plushie has needed to be sewed back together.

Overall, he's the #1 fear monger and fight initiator of the sleepover. If anyone has concerns, he's making it worse. If he loses a game, he'll just get bored at best and squeeze someone at worst. For the record, he never let Jamil live down the cockroach incident, and will likely try chasing him down with bugs if he feels like it after the sleepover.

His performance in games is extremely prone to changing, as expected. In video games, he's usually #1—unless he loses motivation midway. In traditional games, he's usually in the middle score when motivated, but tends to get bored faster when he doesn't win.

At the beginning of the sleepover, he claimed he was going to stay awake longer than anyone else, but towards the end, he decides he doesn't really care to stay up and sleeps early instead. His "early" is still decently late, but before Azul and Jamil. Floyd falls asleep still gnawing on the shrimp plush. Maybe it would be best to sleep far away from him.

Only Jade is really daring enough to prank him in his sleep, leaving a mushroom in his mouth so he gnaws on that instead. Floyd will definitely flip out when he wakes up with the taste of mushroom all over his mouth.

Special: Scary Movie

Ft. Grim

Kalim is the one who brought the horror movies, but it was mostly due to Jamil's recommendations.

At first, it really only had an effect on Kalim, Riddle, Grim, and Azul—though Ruggie felt slightly uneasy too. Jamil had already seen this movie before, and Silver had built up tolerance to horror because of Lilia. Jade and Floyd had also watched their fair share of horror movies, so it hardly affected them... especially when they constantly make their targets' lives a horror movie.

You likely weren't too affected by it since Twisted Wonderland residents are afraid of literal marshmallow-looking ghosts, so why not put in your own choice of horror movie once this one's done?

Congratulations, you officially left the boys fearing for their lives. This type of horror doesn't even exist in their world, so you just gave everyone a new fear. Not a singular person was safe from that.

You had to cover Grim's eyes for some parts, leaving everyone else to fend for their selves. It was almost funny seeing how some of them were trying to hide their faces behind each other's backs, or even yours. Especially the taller boys.

It takes everyone a few weeks to readjust with what they just saw. You'll definitely get questioned by some of their peers on occasion, but it was all worth it!

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years ago

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heyyyyyy cutie ;)))) care to write some knight x prince with hurt/comfort?

(PS: don’t tell your husband I said you were sexy hotttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵)

“It’s alright,” the knight said. They sat down on the bed, hands folded. Sometimes, they were angry at the prince for giving them extra chores just to annoy them. But this didn’t feel like an extra chore. It didn’t even feel like a burden. Even though, they weren’t obligated to do this, they felt responsible. Why, they did not know. “Nightmares again?”

The prince sighed and pressed his palms into his eye sockets. Vaguely, he nodded. Judging by the tears streaming down his face, it had been horrifying. He had survived an assassination attempt a few years ago. Since then, he could barely sleep.

“I’m sorry,” the knight said. They were good at fighting with the prince but comfort was more challenging.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the prince answered. He looked up, dark circles under his eyes and a torn mind in his head. His hair was as messy as his bedsheets and he didn’t wear a shirt. More than once, the knight’s eyes dropped to his shoulders. And lower. “You should go to bed.”

“Well, I cannot do that if you scream through the night. You’re the one who wanted my chambers to be next to yours. You requested it.” It was meant as a joke. But as he looked at them and let his sleepy eyes glide down their body, he didn’t seem amused. Once his eyes were going over their facial features, the knight felt a bit hot. His gaze could really burn but he only wanted a distraction, the knight knew that. He liked the quick pleasure and the feeling of someone’s hands on him. He didn’t want them. He wanted someone.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he said, much softer this time. Too soft for the knight’s liking. “You can leave.”

At first, the knight debated if they should just stay and try to convince the prince to let them stay but eventually, the knight stood up. He didn’t want their help.

Nevertheless, they needed him to know that it didn’t have to be like this.

“I’m probably the only one in this castle who would listen to what you have to say. I am probably the only one who truly cares, as well.”

Now, the prince smirked weirdly and it appeared to be infected by sarcasm. He stretched his arms, all muscle, even though he was bad with the sword. Coordination problem. Focus.

“Because it’s your duty,” he said.

“Listening to you is thankfully not my duty. But I’ll do it anyway because I know what it’s like to feel unheard. People may think especially you can do whatever you like but everyone at court knows this is a golden cage.”

The prince pulled his blanket closer and (finally) covered his naked stomach. The knight felt so dumb for looking at the prince the way they did. Felt so dumb how much relief they felt when his abs were covered. Blushing and cursing themselves, the knight reached the door but before they could reach it, he raised his voice.

“…actually, could you wait a few more minutes?”

“Of course.” They walked back to the bed on shaky legs but they didn’t expect this.

“You’re my knight, right?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You won’t leave me, will you? If there’s a war or if people start to rebel…” The knight didn’t understand the question.

“Of course, I won’t leave you. I swore an oath. I will stay by your side until you revoke my duties.” They sat down again and studied the prince. Honestly, they were getting worried. Nightmares were reoccurring once a month and most of the time, the prince didn’t even remember them and just fell asleep again.

But this…

“You’re annoying but I will not leave you,” the knight said, attempting lightheartedness but it only sufficed for a sad smile on the prince’s part. “You will be a great king, you know. You care about the people and you care about money. You understand war and you understand alliances. You know how this works.”

“But I’ll have to marry and be unhappy.”

“You don’t even know who she is yet.”

“I know who she is not.” The prince looked at them, deeply heartbroken. “And that’s enough torture.”

He sighed again and intertwined his fingers with the knight’s. And slowly, it dawned on the knight. All of it made sense. Why the prince ordered them to move next to him. Why no one had shared his bed with him for the past months. Why he wanted to be with them at all times.

Why he had taken their hand.

Christ.

“They’re always about you,” he said. “My nightmares are always about you.”

#SORRY BABY THIS IS SO ANGSTY BUT ALSO COMFORT-#I LOVE YOU!!!!!#writing snippet #kingdoms and royalty #prince #knight #prince x knight #princexknight #knight x prince #knightxprince #an answer for an ask #request #angst #h/c

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montammil · 6 months ago

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June of Doom Day 18 - "I'm fine."

| Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

Characters: Lawrence, Marshall

Just a hurt/comfort fic with Lawrence (carewhumper). May have passed out during a blood draw today, but good news is I'm switching onto sub-q injections, so I'm pretty hyped for that.

CW: Carewhumper, stockholm syndrome, parental whumper, infantilzing whumper

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The last thing Marshall wanted was to let Lawrence know he had bad allergies and headaches, so he kept quiet when he needed medicine or stayed in bed when the headaches kicked in. Lawrence had just started trusting him alone on his own again, and he didn't want to ruin that progress. So he suffered through the pain, waiting until the symptoms subsided again.

Usually it wouldn't be an issue. He could power through the allergy season and his migraines would calm down by themselves. It was nothing he wasn't used to dealing with.

But this year was different.

For some reason, his symptoms were getting worse every day. The air outside was chilly, making his nose run all the time, which made his sinuses hurt worse than usual.

Maybe it was because he used to be living in the big city, and now he was living in an area surrounded by much more nature than he was used to.

Who knows, but whatever it was, it was irritating as fuck.

His nose was stuffed constantly. It made him lightheaded and dizzy, and he would accidentally walk into the walls. His headache worsened the more he sneezed, and he would wince just from the sound of his own voice.

Talking aggravated his throat, and every swallow felt like sandpaper. He was starting to get anxious from all this discomfort.

While Lawrence was at work, Marshall figured he could make use of the house to make himself more comfortable. He raided the bathroom cupboards and drawers for any sort of allergy medicine, but everything was locked, as per usual.

He huffed. He supposed he'd have to make due without it.

Marshall put a humidifier in the living room to make his nose less dry and grabbed an extra blanket to curl up in. He decided to make a blanket fort to read in, so he spent his time carefully laying out the cushions and pillows in a circle on the floor. After he was satisfied with how it looked, he went back to his room to grab his books, blankets, and a flashlight.

He was careful to set everything up in a way that wouldn't collapse, as he planned on spending most of his day inside it.

It looked flimsy and rushed compared to Lawrence's blanket forts, but it would do.

He hid his head beneath the mountain of pillows, sighing in content at the moisture in the air. This made it much easier to breathe. He blew his nose, which only helped slightly, and opened one of his books.

By the time Marshall had finished, he fell asleep with his book splayed open on his chest.

He used to get nothing but nightmares every night, but once he accepted his life with Lawrence, things were starting to turn up. Now it was only occasionally he'd get one. He considered that a success.

When he woke up, he saw a tall figure standing in the entrance to his fort. He flinched back until he realized it was only Lawrence, who was giving him an amused smile.

"Hi, kiddo. I see you've been busy today."

"Hey." Marshall sniffled. "Uh, I was just reading. Sorry, I guess I kind of took over the whole room. I'll clean it up."

Lawrence crawled under the fort to join him. "Oh, don't even worry about it. I like seeing you do your own thing when I'm away." He put a hand to Marshall's forehead, frowning in concern. "Are you feeling sick at all?"

Marshall leaned into the touch. He really did appreciate when Lawrence checked up on him, though sometimes it annoyed him. "I think it's just allergies or something. I kept my window open all day yesterday and forgot that ragweed is, like, everywhere at this time of year." He sighed when Lawrence's frown deepened. "I'm fine."

"My poor baby." The blond combed the hair from his face. "How about I grab my laptop, and we watch a movie in here? And I'll fix us some dinner."

It was rare he allowed Marshall to have food anywhere that wasn't at the table, but he enjoyed being spoiled every now and then. Marshall nodded eagerly.

Lawrence chuckled. "Alright, I'll be back." He pressed a kiss to his forehead and then slipped out of the fort. Marshall sat up and watched his silhouette leave.

He listened to the faint sounds of dishes clanking and the tap turning on, letting his eyes close. His head ached, but at least he was breathing through his nose again. He made himself as small as possible beneath the sheets and buried his face in his pillow.

A few minutes passed before he heard Lawrence return, pulling him back into reality. He shuffled in after him, placing the laptop in between them. He then handed him his dinner plate.

"What is this?"

"Chicken couscous."

"Which is...?"

"Okay, Mr. My-entire-diet-consists-of-chicken-nuggets-and-Kraft-macaroni, it's kind of like pasta. Just try it." Marshall pouted at him but did so anyway, taking a small bite. He hummed at the flavor, nodding in approval. Lawrence grinned and ruffled his hair. "See? It's not that hard to eat something other than chicken nuggets, is it?"

"I can't believe you're mocking me while I'm dying of allergies," Marshall joked.

Lawrence perked up. "Speaking of." He grabbed a bottle of meds from his pocket and shook two pills into his palm. "Take those, and your allergies should clear up in a bit."

Marshall took them with the glass of water he was handed, and then dove back into eating. He watched Lawrence scroll through a bunch of movies. It took Marshall a moment to figure out he was waiting for him to pick one.

"Finding Nemo?"

Lawrence smiled. "Good choice, kiddo." He clicked on the movie and picked up his food, leaning back against the propped up pillows. The younger man mirrored him, tucking himself beneath the blankets again.

Halfway through the movie, he could feel his eyes getting heavy. He stifled a yawn, hoping Lawrence wouldn't notice. But of course, he did.

The blond pulled him closer, allowing him to rest his head on his shoulder. He played with his hair, making Marshall's eyelids droop. Marshall pushed his forehead against his shoulder in attempt to ease the headache trying to make an appearance again.

"Get some rest. I don't mind."

Marshall shifted uncomfortably. "'Kay, Dad."

Once the word slipped past his lips, he tensed and slowly glanced at Lawrence to gauge his reaction. Lawrence beamed and planted a kiss on his head.

Marshall pretended to be disgusted and squirmed in his hold. Lawrence laughed. "Oh, Marshie, don't be like that. I thought you'd never say that." He peppered his face in kisses, his slight facial hair scratching him, proof he hadn't shaved in record time.

"Stoooppp!" Marshall giggled. He hid under the covers again, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment. As humiliating as Lawrence could be, his real parents hadn't given him this kind of comfort in years. "You're evil."

"Say it again, please?"

"No."

"Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

"That you're evil?"

"Marshaaalll..."

Marshall secretly enjoyed how Lawrence seemed more wrapped around his finger than the other way around. He could ask for anything and the blond would give it to him without a second thought, as long as it wasn't freedom. And honestly? He truly didn't want that anymore.

This felt more freeing than being trapped in his old house, with all his worries and fears from the outside world slipping away.

"You're so annoying... Dad."

Lawrence buried his nose in Marshall's hair. He could feel his smile against his scalp. "I love you so much, kiddo."

Marshall stopped himself from reciprocating the words. He felt like Lawrence would have a heart attack right then and there if he did. Instead, he just basked in the comfort, listening to Lawrence's steady heartbeat and the movie playing in the background.

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tia-amorosa · 25 days ago

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Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto

The right way...hopefully (longer Part)

The whole day had been mixed up because of Yumi's letter. Lots of emotions that brought about an up and down of feelings. But the next day was to be used for another conversation. After breakfast, Morgana made her way to Jamie.

She was surprised that Christopher opened the door for her. “What's wrong with you? Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"/ ‘Me? Oh, I'm much better now…’/ ‘She told me you had the flu… I brought extra medicine’/ ‘No, no, everything's fine. I sweated it out all day yesterday, I'm fine again today’/ ”If you say so. May I…"/ ‘yes, come in’.

Morgana was greeted warmly by her colleague. “Hey, did you forget about me yesterday?"/ ”No, I certainly didn't forget, but… There was something that we had to… mentally process first.” Jamie stroked her back lovingly. “Do you want to talk about it?"/ ‘I want to talk about so many things, but… Chris…’/ ‘I've told him, but he doesn't believe me much yet either’.

“And who else knows besides him?” Morgana asked with a skeptical look in her direction. “Don't worry, no one else. He promised me he wouldn't tell anyone"/ ‘No one would believe me anyway, why would I tell anyone?’ said Christopher as he flipped through the pages. “h-hh, I wish everyone had seen it, then the whole thing wouldn't be so difficult”. Morgana's gaze wandered a little for a moment.

“well, he feels the same way I did when I first heard it from you. But the fact is, she's no longer there and that has to be explained somehow.” Morgana agreed with a nod. “I'm really sick to my stomach about it. What am I supposed to tell people?"/ ‘Well, the only simple and plausible explanation I can think of is… to tell them that she fell asleep peacefully at home and you took her to the cemetery later’.

“I'd already thought about that, but the ground is rock-hard from the cold. How were me and Thornton supposed to dig a hole on our own? It all happened so quickly. I even had the macabre idea … that she might have run away in the night and we wouldn't have noticed… And now she might be lying around somewhere in the countryside and we couldn't find her”.

“That would be… an option, of course. But at some point the snow will melt, and then they'd have to find her dead body out there somewhere…”. Morgana shook her head frantically. “Forget it. She hasn't been around for a few days now, so there's no point in feigning panic because she's 'disappeared'…”. Jamie was almost a little overwhelmed by the whole situation himself. “hh… I'd probably stick with the first option. Or you could really try the truth.”.

“The truth…” Morgana thought silently for a moment. “What do you think Sam would do?” Jamie asked her. “Sam? Well, he… would certainly want to convince people that what happened was true. I'm the only witness who was there"/ ”You'll just have to work together as a team. Only you two know the circumstances under which she left"/ ‘as a team… We'll have to for the next 11 years anyway’.

Jamie looked at her in surprise. “You say that so strangely… Did something happen?"/ ”Mhm. We got a letter from Yumi yesterday. My God, I still can't believe it"/ ‘What? Now tell me’/ ”Hh…in the letter was Yumi's will and a power of attorney for Sam's custody. She signed it over to us until he comes of age"/ ”what, really? But that's… Great, isn't it?”.

“Of course it is and I'm still incredibly overwhelmed about it. I always thought a simple promise would be enough…”. Jamie noticed that Morgana seemed a little overwhelmed despite everything. “Well, but what if he needs to be registered somewhere? Or to the doctor? After all, he needs a guardian"/ ”That's right. My God, I hadn't even thought about that…"/ ”hn. Does he know yet?"/ ‘No’.

“I see, you want to wait a little longer until you say it him…"/ ”Only until I'm sure he's got over Yumi's death to some extent. But you should see him, he didn't cry once after the visit to the cemetery. He never wanted it to again, he said that to me there"/ ”o.k…. So he decided that for himself. Maybe a kind of self-protection or wall that he built around himself.”.

“yes, I think… He doesn't want to appear weak in front of others."/ ”He should actually know that he doesn't have to do that. It could also potentially get him in trouble later in his social life.” Morgana looked at her briefly. “I know, but right now I just want him to be himself.”

“That's understandable, yes. All right… Well, and as for the Yumi thing. Maybe you'll make an announcement about her death anyway, so that everyone here knows about it and it doesn't all go round bit by bit. Then the first shock would be digested. The rest will come later.“. Morgana rubbed her hands together with a sigh and then nodded. “O.K..“..

An obituary… Morgana had to think about how to do this. after all, she didn't have a working printer to print out several sheets. But she also thought it would be a little disrespectful to Yumi if she were to post a few notes on the surrounding buildings.

On the way home, Morgana came up with another idea. The Internet. In the meantime, everything was working again at any time of day or night. “I remember the Sunset Valley portal, a kind of online local newspaper where anyone in town could write something. But do people still look in there?… I'll just try this way”.

Morgana first had to find her way around the website again. She hadn't been there for a very long time. Then she found the section set up especially for obituaries. She designed the ad with various things, a picture of Yumi, a carefully and lovingly written text and a few embellishments to make the ad stand out. And then it was just a matter of waiting.

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1d1195 · 1 year ago

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Made to Be Extra III

You can read Made to Be here.

A fluffy little thing of 2.5k words

I hope you enjoy <3

“Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.

March/April

Harry found the love of his life sitting in the car under the shade of a tree. It was a warm March day especially in the sun. The poor thing was practically ready to pop and utterly uncomfortable all the time now. It was hard to believe she still had almost another month. He opened the driver’s door and smiled at her, leaned over and pressed a kiss on her temple. “Hi angel,” he hummed. He pressed his hand on her extremely round stomach. “Hi Andy,” he cooed. They didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet. All they knew was they were going to have little Andoni or Andrielle and they were going to be nicknamed Andy. “Did y’have fun in history class today with Mummy?” He smiled gently at the tired lady beside him.

He thought it was a girl because he read a few articles indicating some old wives’ tales that being exhausted (which the poor thing was) meant a girl at the end of the nine months.

“Andy does not care about the US in the 1990s,” she murmured. “Kicked my bladder the whole time,” she sighed. “Gonna be a little soccer player. Or really into martial arts,”

Harry had yet to feel a kick which he was utterly bummed about. He hoped Andy would let him feel it just once, but his poor punching bag of a wife insisted that Harry’s voice was so soothing that Andy fell right to sleep the minute he started talking. “M’sorry, love,” he kissed the side of her head again. “Do y’want anything before we head home?” He asked while starting the car.

“I will die if we stop anywhere,” she told him, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on the window. Andy had been lovely throughout the last eight months, honestly. She didn’t have crazy mood swings—no more than normal, as she liked to point out to Harry—no horrible nausea other than a week or two in the first trimester, and she was extremely happy that she didn’t want anything gross like pickles and peanut butter. But the exhaustion was setting it. It was hard for her to walk or even fold laundry without getting winded. Naturally, Harry took care of everything he possibly could. Waiting on her hand and foot, making sure she didn’t have to lift a finger, and always assuring her that he didn’t mind nor cared about anything she said or did. “I’m sorry, Harry,” she said after a second.

He chuckled. “What for, kitten?” He asked as he pulled into traffic.

“For not wanting to stop.”

“Don’t be silly, angel,” he rolled his eyes.

Because of the exhaustion, she was able to fall asleep in seconds, always at awkward angles. Always at Harry’s worry of her hurting her neck, like now. Cheek nearly sliding down the length of the window. He smirked glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to wake her as he drove back home.

She had fitful sleeps since Andy kept her up all night. “Making me practice,” she told Harry as she paced from their bedroom to the kitchen most nights.

Harry and her family were able to move them finally into a house that would become the home of three just shy of her fifth month. Harry was insistent she couldn’t lift anything that was heavier than a book (but couldn’t be one of her classroom textbooks). He pitted her whole family against her.

“Just boss us around like you always do,” her younger sister said. She rolled her eyes and pressed a hand on her stomach.

“You hear that, Andy? Auntie says I’m bossy!”

“Extremely, sweetie,” her mum said passing by with a box. She frowned and Harry winked at her as he and her dad lifted the heavier furniture in between all the girls relaying the boxes into the house. “It’s okay, honey. You’re good at it. We would all be lost without you,” he told her.

She rolled her eyes. “Anne and Gemma never make fun of me,” she reminded them.

“That’s because they still think you’re sweet,” her middle sister said.

“Yeah, Harry. Why is that? You know the real her. You shouldn’t lie to your mom and sister like that,” the younger one said.

Harry thought their banter was one of his favorite things about this family. Even her divorced parents seemed amicable enough to help their eldest daughter and still kindly poke fun at her. Harry came to her side once the sofa was in position where she wanted it. “How are we doing m’loves?” he asked rubbing his hand over her tummy just barely starting to show.

“I swear Andy only kicks when you’re not in earshot,” she murmured. “I really want to help,” she said knowingly. “I think I could easily carry a box or two. Women have been having babies for thousands of years and I bet they still had to help carry stuff back to their caves.”

“You are growing m’baby,” he reminded her, quietly. So as not to draw a lot of attention from her family. They didn’t mind the couple at all, but he knew she was shy at being overly affectionate in front of them. “You’re helping plenty, kitten,” he promised, pressing his hands to either side of her face and kissed her forehead. Letting his lips linger for a moment. “And we don’t live in a cave,” he reminded her as he and her dad started on the bed frame.

When he arrived at home, he grabbed their work bags and hurried to put them inside the door before returning for her. Carefully he opened her door, holding her up as she slumped toward the space where the door no longer was. Unless the baby woke her up, she was the heaviest sleeper in these little naps she took. “Hey, kitten, Andy,” he hummed. “We’re home m’loves,” he crouched toward the floor and unbuckled her. She slumped forward more. “Angel,” he cooed shaking her gently as he held her up.

“Mmm...” she moaned. “M’sleepy.”

“Let’s jus’ get y’inside, love,” he said quietly. As if she were made of glass, he carefully helped her to standing, pressing gently on her lower back. They didn’t speak as he guided her inside.

“I miss coffee,” she whined as he settled her onto the sofa. He chuckled and frowned.

“I know, angel,” he lifted her legs, setting them on a small stack of throw pillows he had there specifically for his love to recline comfortably. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them toward the front door near the mat she had laid out just for frequent shoes. “Soon,” he promised kissing her forehead. “Cold or hot?”

She frowned.

“Both?” He asked.

She nodded. “You’re so nice to me,” she sounded wispy—like she may cry. It had been almost a month since she had a mood swing resulting in rivers of tears.

“Don’t cry, kitten,” he said and draped her softest, warmest blanket over her and flicked the little desk fan on, so it pointed at her. “Jus’ want m’love t’be comfortable.”

“Don’t you want to kick for Daddy?” She asked rubbing her tummy. “She is so active when I talk. It’s got to be you,” she mumbled. Forgetting about the tears that were about to explode out of her.

“She hmm?”

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She had been avoiding pronouns—opting for Andy instead. She didn’t care if they were having a boy or a girl. As long as the baby was happy and healthy it truly didn’t matter. But she couldn’t help but think how much fun it would be to pamper a little girl lately. “I’m sorry,” she said. She didn’t want Harry to think she had some feeling—she didn’t. If Andy was a boy she would love him no less than if he were a girl.

“I think a little girl would be lovely,” Harry promised, easing her worried mind.

“There are so many girls in my family,” she reminded him.

“Then a little boy would be perfect, too,” he smirked and kissed her forehead. He moved toward the middle of her body, pressing his hands on her tummy and bringing his mouth close to her shirt. “Whoever you are, m’gonna love you with m’whole heart,” he whispered, kissing where he spoke.

She stretched a bit. Her back was aching. The little one was low in her tummy making her think it would be a boy if she were to believe the old wives’ tales. “Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.

“Kitten, number one, I think you are the prettiest pregnant lady ‘ve ever seen in m’life. M’sad it’ll be over soon. May have t’get y’pregnant as soon as possible jus’ t’keep y’so pretty like this,” he remarked running his hands down the length of her legs and he sat beside her feet where he began massaging gently into the soles of her feet. He meant every word. It was like she was made to be pregnant. Not in an oppressive way. She just wore it so well and looked so utterly beautiful. “Secondly, I’d be an idiot t’answer that question at any time.”

She frowned. “I think I look the same,” she admitted. “Means it’s a boy.”

He smirked and she dropped her head back against the sofa as he rubbed her feet. “I love you so much,” she moaned.

He chuckled. “I love you, too, kitten.”

“I wish you could be pregnant just so you could experience how amazing this foot rub is.”

Harry smiled. “So... some of the kids want t’throw you a baby shower,” he told her. “I know y’hate surprises so m’telling y’now. So y’can act surprised.”

“They’re not supposed to give me gifts,” she frowned.

“I explained that; even if I think it’s a bit unfair they want t’spoil you as y’deserve,” Harry nodded in agreement. “They said, and I quote, ‘I will totally fight administration if they don’t let me give her a baby outfit.’ So. I think its out of our hands.”

“That’s really sweet,” she frowned again—but not like before when Harry thought she would cry. She solely thought it was sweet.

“You are their favorite teacher,” he reminded her. She felt her cheeks warm. Now it had been almost five years at this school. Standing across the hall from Harry between classes he was front row to watching people adore his wife—not even close to the amount he admired her, but it was still adorable to watch. Students smiled at her or made jokes with her as they passed her room. She had stragglers refuse to go to their next class for just a few more minutes of her maternal love—an hour-long class wasn’t enough. Students wanted to stay during lunch just to be in her presence and hear her make jokes.

“Maybe history teacher. Pretty sure it’s no competition against the culinary teacher. You can’t compete with food.”

“You have snacks,” he reminded her.

She shrugged. Then her head snapped up. “Get me my bag,” she said hurriedly. Harry looked at her confused. Nervous and worried but did as she requested. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” she whispered to herself.

“Think of—”

“Shh,” she hushed and reached in her bag for the thick history text. She reached out for his hand holding it in her gently. She opened the book to what seemed to be a random page and started reading. “By the early 1960s, many women were increasingly resentful of a world where newspaper ads separated jobs by gender, banks denied women credit, and female employees were paid less for the same work. Nearly—” Her voice caught but she continued reading as if it hadn’t. Harry was clueless. Nervous she was having some weird episode. “half of American women worked by the mid-1960s, but three-fourths of these women worked in lower—” as she continued reading, Harry was watching her face intently, still quite worried about her mental well-being as it was by far the oddest thing she had done to date reading about the women’s movement from her classroom textbook.

But soon Harry realized why. While he was gazing at her beautiful face, she moved her hand to her tummy allowing him to feel the little future soccer star inside her. He swallowed the breath afraid to make any movements. He didn’t hear the words his lovely wife was saying. All he could focus on was the feel of the little bumps along her stomach. It wasn’t plausible but Harry never wanted her to stop reading. He wanted to feel the little one for as long as possible. He had waited so long and now that she was approaching the final month, he thought he might not feel it.

As she read, she guided Harry’s hand along her stomach so he could feel all the little kicks to her abdomen. He knelt to the floor for an easier reach, just staring at baby Andy through her tummy. He couldn’t wait to meet the little one. He hoped that the baby looked just like his gorgeous wife. Or maybe a good mix of the two of them—but mostly her. If Harry wasn’t so focused on the feel of his little baby kicking the woman he loved so much, he would have been staring right at his beautiful wife until his eyes fell out of his head.

After a long read through the women’s movement in the US of the 1960s, she finally stopped reading, reaching the end of the chapter, and closed the book. Harry gazed at her with so much admiration her stomach flipped.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered.

As soon as his mouth opened the kicking stopped. She giggled. “Daddy’s voice makes me all safe and warm too,” she whispered rubbing her stomach. “I love you, too,” she answered.

Harry scooted on the floor toward her head, cupping the sides of her face in his hands. “You are my hero,” he told her seriously. “Thank you for taking care of little Andy here,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss her.

“Thanks for taking care of us,” she murmured around his flurry of kisses. “You’re going to be the best daddy in the whole world.”

Harry grinned against her lips feeling unbelievably lucky he had the whole world in his hands figuratively and literally with her and Andy.

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 13

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"Are you ready for Sunday's game?" Ben asked.

"I was born ready" June smiled.

"If you win, the league is yours."

"No way, really?"

"You can't be sarcastic and smile at the same time, Maxwell. It loses all its meaning."

"Shut up and keep cutting that tomato" she said, trying really hard to stop smiling like an idiot.

She and Ben had kept seeing each other even more often, spending most of her free afternoons and nights at his house since she still shared her flat with John, and they would usually follow the same routine.

She would buy some food after training, they would cook it together, and then eat it while watching something on tv until one of them fell asleep. Nine times out of ten, that would be June. Since she didn't like driving that late at night, she would stay at Ben's, always in the same room. By now, it felt as if it belonged to her.

She had some clothes in the closet to get changed, a toothbrush and some creams in the bathroom, an extra blanket on the bed for when she got cold, a phone charger.... And if you asked Ben, he would tell you that it already smelled of her, of that perfume she always wore and that reminded him of his summer holidays in Spain.

In the mornings, and if June didn't have training, they would go out for a walk around the neighborhood before going back home and making breakfast, sitting together once again to eat and just talk, getting to know each other more and more. They weren't seeing the other as June Maxwell and Ben Chilwell anymore. They were just June and Ben. Two friends who occasionally made out.

"Are you doing anything special after the game?" he asked.

"Celebrate" she smirked.

"And if you don't win?"

"We are winning, Chilwell. Stop trying to jinx it."

"I'm not trying anything" he said, lifting his hands.

"Careful! You have a knife there!"

"Oh, sorry" he said, putting it down.

"That was dangerous, Ben."

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek.

"Being cute won't make me forget that I had a knife next to my eye."

"It wasn’t next to your eye" he laughed.

"That's what you say. You weren't paying attention."

"I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek again and hugging her from behind.

"Ben… Stop."

"Why?" he asked, now kissing her neck.

"Because I also have a knife, and you are distracting me."

"Am I?" he said against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

"Ben… please."

"Ok, fine" he chuckled. "But only because that burger smells amazing and I'm famished" he said with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" June replied, trying to focus on what she was doing and not on how close Ben's body had been to hers, on how he had made her feel.

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“How does it feel lifting the league trophy, June?” Andrew asked.

“Honestly… best feeling ever” she said, a big smile on her face.

“How are you going to celebrate?”

“I don’t know yet. We may wait until the party on Tuesday with the boys to do something big and celebrate both titles together. But I heard there is pizza in the changing room, so that’s a beginning” she laughed.

“I like how that sounds” Jacob said. “What about you, Chilly? Anything to add?”

“Just congratulations. And behave yourself, Maxwell. I may have gone soft on you this season, but that may not happen on the next one” he smirked.

“I’ll try” she winked, noticing how Ben’s cheeks had turned a shade darker.

“Ok, I think we can let June go eat that pizza” Andrew chuckled.

“I think we can, yes” Jacob said. “Enjoy the summer, June. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, guys. You too” she smiled. “And you keep an eye on your phone” she whispered to Ben once her microphone was off.

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“Are we doing something tomorrow or not?” Vittoria asked.

“I think I’m gonna be too tired, to be honest” Lauren yawned. They were on the bus on their way back to London, most of their teammates taking a nap or just catching up with their families after celebrating at the stadium.

“June?”

“I have plans” she said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

“Plans? With whom?”

“With Chilly, obviously” Lauren chuckled. “Are you taking your relationship to the next base?”

“There is no relationship” June replied, rolling her eyes.

“But whatever you have going on is going to the next base, isn’t it?”

“I would not complain if it happened” she smirked.

“June!” Vittoria laughed.

“What? The last time we met he was touchier than usual and I’ve been horny since then. I need a release.”

“Did she drink anything?” Vittoria asked Lauren. “She had never been this… open about her feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Of course you don’t, June. Of course you don't” Vittoria said.

“Lauren, what is it?” June said, ignoring her other friend.

“Uh?”

“You are giving me Leah’s judgy look. What is going on inside that head of yours?"

“It’s nothing. I’m just trying to decide when you are going to fuck up things with Chilly” Lauren shrugged.

“Lauren! Don’t be like that” Vittoria said. “This may work out, he may be the one!"

“He might, yes. But we both know June, and she could still ruin it.”

“Love the confidence” June replied. “But he isn’t the one or the love of my life. He is just a friend.”

“Yeah, yeah. A friend you don’t have feelings for and that you want to shag just because you are horny.”

“Exactly” she said, trying to keep all the things she had been feeling for him lately locked in the back of her head. All the times he had made her heart skip a beat with something he had said or with a smile. All the times she had felt funny things on her stomach when he had kissed her, touched her. They were just friends and nothing else, she couldn’t allow herself to think otherwise. It was too scary, and as Lauren said, she would definitely end fucking things up.

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raewritesfiction · 1 year ago

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Extra Credit [Gustaf Skarsgard]

A/N: getting out of my writer’s block with a quickie. I want to also implicitly state that the female!reader is an adult student! Everyone here is an adult.

Plot: AU - Gustaf is your professor and you’ve been failing his class. You need to do something special to get that extra credit from him.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Gustaf Skarsgard

Warnings: Smut. Teacher/student. Strong language. Oral (male receiving). P-in-V sex with ass play.

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The semester had barely begun and yet you were already failing one of your classes. It could be the complexity of the subject or it could just be the professor who was distracting you; the professor who you thought about most nights while you touched yourself before you fell asleep, wishing it was his hand instead.

Regardless of anything he has called you to his office for a meeting about your failing grades so early in the semester and now as you sit waiting for him to enter the room you look around nervously at his books and personal items.

“Hello… I’m sorry about being late.” He opens the door making you jump a little.

“It’s… it’s fine, I was probably early.” You try and joke.

“You’re always early to class, yet somehow you’re failing.” He continues. “I wonder why that is? Especially as you’re so enthusiastic in class… you always know the answers and can articulate yourself very well…” he sits on the edge of his desk facing you. “So it bothers me that your tests and papers have been below parr.”

You sigh and run a hand through your loose hair “I… I really don’t know.” You lie and shuffle in the chair. “It’s like I draw a blank when it comes to testing or writing papers. No matter how many notes I make.” You half laugh and keep your eyes averted, stealing glances at his crotch when you look around.

“Well I know that can’t be it because your other studies aren’t affected the same way.” A wry smile playing across his lips as he folds his arms in front of him. “What you need is some extra credit so I don’t have to fail you… I’d hate to do that anyway but so early on….” He shakes his head.

“What… kind of extra credit?” You finally look up to his face and realise he’s been looking down your top, probably the entire time. A top that had you dress coded earlier in the day and that you had refused to change.

“Well…” he stands up and heads over to the door, locking it and pulling down the blind. “I do have an idea that may work for you.”

You lick your lips, a small surge of confidence running through you and making you sit up a little straighter in the chair; your breasts becoming the main focus of your seated stance “oh?”

“I think you have the right idea.” He nods and looks over you as he resumes his position against the edge of his desk, his crotch barely a foot away from your face and his suit pants not hiding his growing bulge. “I do see you watching me in glass. I’ve caught your art work on hidden pages under your notes. They’re very good by the way… maybe you want to get a better look…?”

You run your hands up the sides of your neck and into your hair, pulling it back into a rough and messy bun.

“Good girl.” He says quietly and watches intently “we’ll have to keep the noise down of course, people are studying nearby.”

“Of course…” you nod and slip yourself down off the chair and onto your knees in front of him, slowly stripping your top down to sit around your waist with your bra.

“Now there’s a view..” he swallows thickly and places his hands either side of him on the desk edge when you reach up and slowly undo his pants, helping them down his legs and gliding your hands down the same path then back up again to the waist of his underwear; You pull them down his legs to sit with his pants and wrap your hand around his cock making him gasp.

You had often thought about what he had looked like, his size and girth and you had to admit to yourself you were impressed with what you saw; he would definitely make you gag.

The professor lets out a shaky breath as you jerk him slowly; your hand working along his shaft in a smooth rhythm. He has to hold back a moan when your glossed lips touch the head of his cock and begin to suck lightly. His skin was soft against your lips but equally hard as a rock when you took him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

You hear panting from above you and feel his hand go into your hair and grip lightly when you start to bob your head. His hips move in opposition to your movements, pushing himself into your mouth with just enough force to make you gag around his cock, make you drool over your tits and make you quietly moan at the taste of his pre cum on your tongue.

“Oh god… on your feet…” he whispers through a groan “I need more from you…”

You pull away slowly and look up under your lashes at your professor “yes, sir.”

“Ooh I like that..” he licks his lips and helps you stand, his hands moving to your jeans and unbuttoning them. He pushes them down with your thong and makes sure they’re down around your ankles for you to step out of. “Hands on the desk..” it’s an order, a command and most definitely not a suggestion alone.

Placing your hands on the desk as directed you push your ass back to him and spread your legs wide to give him a good view; he runs a hand over you from behind and hums “you usually get that wet from sucking dick?” He asks close to your ear and you shake your head “I don’t usually like it but… yours tastes so good.”

“Very good girl. You ever tasted yourself?” He pushes two fingers into your pussy and curls them, thrusting slowly.

You shake your head again “no, sir…” gasping quietly and rocking your hips to his fingers; he scissors them and stretches you out before slowly slipping them out of you and moving them to your lips “open..” you do so and take his fingers into your mouth, tasting your juices on them and moaning quietly.

The professor guides his cock into your pussy and rocks his hips a little deeper on each thrust until he’s fully seated inside you. He lets out a shaky breath against your neck and starts moving his hips; keeping his thrusts slow and deep, making sure his entire cock fills you on each thrust.

He removes his fingers and uses your spit to coat his thumb too; moving to tease over your ass, adding just a little pressure over your hole to test the waters.

“Oh god yes..” you whisper and nod enthusiastically at the sensations, having to cover your mouth and hold back a moan when he pushes his thumb into you and alternates the thrusts of his thumb with his cock in your pussy.

Your mouth hangs open in pleasure and drool falls onto the desk below you as your professor speeds up his thrusts, slamming into you on every movement and panting heavily “that’s a good girl… just go with it.” You bite your lip to stop any noise and push back to his hips, you can feel him hitting every spot perfectly and you know it won’t take you long; you can’t last much more of this onslaught.

“Cum for me… I know you want too..” he breathes out and grinds his hips making you shake, you cover your mouth as you tighten and pulse along his length.

He pulls out of you and turns you around, pushing you down to your knees and jerking himself until he explodes over your tits with a choked off grunt. He stands with a heaving chest and licks his lips “god fucking damn…”

You look up at him and wipe some of his cum from your chest, licking it from your fingers seductively.

He swallows hard and smiles “if you uh… need more extra credit I’m sure we can organise something…”

“Maybe a regular study date?” You put forward.

“Most definitely.” He nods in agreement. “Because that extra credit work was exemplary.”

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idiotwithanipad · 12 days ago

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Amy Bone's Diary

(During my Era Swap Au where my OC Amy is a blood relative of Humphrey and Sophie)

(TW: graphic illustration of a headles body, descriptions of a public beheading)

May 9th 1570

Tomorrow is my fourteenth birthday. Mama and Papa wrote to some of their friends, they're coming for dinner. Mama's friends speak only French, I'll have to brush up - there's always something I mispronounce or stumble on, Mama doesn't like it when I do that. She's always so strict with me. I think after Nursemaid Marguerite died she just lost her happy side. I was only little when Marguerite died, but I remember her. She was always sneaking me an extra apple if I sat up straight and did all of my classes without fidgeting. I miss her.

Sometimes Papa takes me for walks on the grounds and I teach him words he struggles with. He's getting better, but some words are off. Papa is more fun than Mama, we were at the lake with Grandpapa one day and I splashed Papa with water. He splashed me back and we laughed and got covered in Duckweed. Mama shouted at me to go home and wash myself clean. Papa let's me have more fun than Mama, I don't know why.

Mama doesn't like it when I speak English to anyone aside from Papa, Trudy and Grandpapa. She hopes that one day I could marry a noble French man and move there. I've never been to France, but Mama says it's a beautiful place, especially in the countryside where she was born. But then I wouldn't see Mama or Papa again. I'd miss them. Papa always looks really sad when he has to talk about my getting married, Mama says it's my duty but I think it bothers her too. Grandpapa says I should've been married already, but he's old fashioned so he would say that. He told Mama and Papa that he'd take me into the town tomorrow while they wait for everyone to arrive, he says that there's a special event taking place in the town square. I wonder what it will be?

May 10th 1570

I didn't like town. Not what we saw. Mama and Papa don't know. I couldn't have any food, I feel sick. My eyes hurt, I can't talk. My hands are shaking. I can't get what I saw out of my head. There was a criminal, kneeling in front of a block, blindfolded, rope in his mouth to muffle his cries. An executioner struck his head off with a broad sword. There was blood and bone and pinkish muscle. Some of it even looked grey and purple. The blood came from this sliced neck like someone had just kicked a pot of water to the ground. Grandpapa made me watch It all, even after the man's body fell forward and turned white and the blood stopped flowing. A rat came along into the blood and took little nibbles from the man's severed neck, the muscle twitched and squirmed as the rodent's teeth chewed the horrible wound. It was like he was still alive but unable to move. It was horrible.

So much blood. Everyone was so loud. Blood got on my face, in my mouth, in my eyes, on my dress. Grandpapa made me wash the blood off in a pond outside of town. He told me I'd be in trouble if I told Mama and Papa what happened. He said it will do me good at my age to see what I saw, he said it's a warning to stay in my place or I'd end up like those criminals. I can't remember the last time I hugged Papa so tight. Mama tried to pull me from him because the guests were watching but I slapped her hand away. I don't want Mama. Mama doesn't care, all she wants is for me to be just like her; boring and grumpy.

Mama got angry with me and sent me to my room without dinner. I don't care. I'm not hungry anyway. If I have to see that horrible sight again I don't want food anymore. It has to be passed midnight by now, the house is too quiet. Everyone must be asleep. But I'm not. I can't sleep, I can't even close my eyes without seeing that sight again. Papa is probably sleeping by now, but I want to see him. His end is the West Wing, mine and Mama's is the East Wing, she'd hear me if I left my room. Papa helps things get better, I need Papa

#bbc ghosts #original character #amy #amy bone #humphrey bone #sophie bone #lord bone #era swap au #au

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hookingminor · 3 years ago

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how i look on you - tyson jost

a/n: im gonna run out of josty gifs for all my fics lmfao I literally do hate everything I write but alex said it was okay <3 this is also dedicated to my polaroid anon u know who u are I love u so much baby cakes this is for youuuu no broken jaws here bc how else would he eat pussy happy bday to my pretty boy (affectionate)

word count: 4.8k

summary: just bday smut guys idk what else to say

warnings (18+): very nsfw, smut (unprotected + oral), cream pie, use of a camera for nudes? idk how to say that it’s just A Lot

Everything was in place. Light music filled the bedroom as you fixed the finishing touches: lighting the last of the candles and spreading the last of the rose petals on the bed. It was a bit much for a birthday and a little cliche, but you thought you’d go all out since you technically didn’t get Tyson a gift.

He was just so hard to shop for. Literally impossible. He always shrugged it off when you asked what he wanted because he genuinely didn’t want anything. All he cared about was spending time with you and maybe going to a nice dinner or having a quiet night in, which was honestly insufferable when you wanted to give him something as nice as what he always gave you.

Instead, he gave you nothing when you pestered him about ideas that you eventually gave up asking. But in your opinion, you’d really outdone yourself this year.

You hadn’t seen Tyson all day except for when you left his apartment earlier this morning, needing to get your day started just as much as he needed to get to practice. The game last night had ended in a win, which meant a little extra press for the boys afterwards, and Tyson had been so tired by the time you’d been able to meet him at his place that you just fell asleep when you hit the bed. You couldn’t even ring in his birthday properly because he was snoring on your chest. He may have tried a little something in the morning, but he blew his chance by waking up too late.

“You’ll just have to wait until tonight, pretty boy,” you pouted with fake sympathy.

“Unfair. It’s my birthday,” he whined.

“Then you should’ve woken up half an hour earlier,” you said. “Now get going before you’re even more late.” He groaned the entire time getting ready, shooting you annoyed puppy eyes from the bathroom as you lounged in his bed and stared at him with a heated look that was practically begging him to join you back in bed.

You’d left his apartment about an hour after him to get on with your day, which was essentially some minimal work before you began birthday preparations. Tyson was at practice and then out to lunch with the team, and you made him promise he’d spend the afternoon calling his family before he made his way to yours to pick you up for dinner.

Only you wouldn’t be having dinner because you had something else in mind.

With one last adjustment of your hair and outfit, you did a little twirl in the mirror to hype yourself up. You were a little nervous, to be honest. You hadn’t exactly done anything like this before, and it was a little daunting.

Your nerves spiked when you heard Tyson’s staccatoed knocking on the front door just a few moments before he let himself in.

“Babe?” He called, and you heard the jingling of his keys hitting the table.

“In my room!” You shouted back. You turned towards the mirror one last time and took a deep breath. Now or never.

Footsteps sounded as he drew closer, and you perched yourself on the edge of the bed and leaned back on your arms.

“Are you almost rea—” His words cut off as he came to a halt right in the doorway. “Woah, what’s all this?” Tyson stood before you in his signature plaid pants, paired with a black turtleneck and you had half a mind to jump him right there looking like that.

“Your birthday present,” you replied simply, smoothing out the sheets beneath your hands.

“I thought we were going out to dinner?” He asked, still a little confused as he took in the sight before him of you adorning an Avalanche jersey, of course with his number and name on it.

“Clearly, it was a ruse. Are you really going to ask about dinner right now when I’m sitting here like this?” You tossed back with a smirk.

Tyson shook his head furiously. “Absolutely not.”

“Then come here.”

As if sense were knocked back into him, he came alive at your request. He wasted no more time before approaching you, moving to stand between your legs while his eyes glazed over your body. “New jersey?” He asked, letting his fingers tug at the material on your shoulder. You nodded.

Tyson bought you nearly every jersey of his, the standard jersey, the white version, the Nordiques one, but for some reason you didn’t own the navy third one, so you brought it upon yourself to buy it for tonight.

“So are you my present? Do I get to unwrap you like a gift?”

“Yes, but I have a little something extra for you.” He raised an eyebrow at your coy reply, and you turned on your hands to crawl a few feet towards the box resting on the nightstand. Tyson let out a shaky groan when your jersey slid up a few inches, giving him just a glimpse of the lace you had on underneath.

You returned with the package in your hands, holding it out for Tyson to take. He undid the ribbon, shooting glances between you and the box and pulling out a simple polaroid camera.

“What’s this for?” He wondered with furrowed brows.

Pulling him closer by his belt loops, you untucked his shirt and ran your hands over his bare abdomen. “You know how you have a few pictures of me in your ‘taxes’ folder?” He nodded. “I thought you might like something a little more… permanent.”

“Are—Are you sure?” His eyes widened when he realized what you were implying, and he was now looking at the camera in his hand like it was a million dollar watch.

“I trust you,” you reassured him, letting your hands dip back to his waistband. “Just try not to get my whole face or anything in the more explicit ones you wanna take, but other than that you’re free to do whatever you want to me tonight. But you better make it count because there are only ten film slides in there.”

“Anything, huh? You sure about that?” There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a smirk. “You can have me however you want. You’re in charge tonight.”

“Well then, if that’s the case…” he trailed off, devouring you with his eyes. “I know what I want my first picture to be. Turn around and get on all fours.”

You eagerly obliged, flipping over and crawling up the bed. You wiggled your ass at him as an invitation, to which he chuckled. The bed dipped behind you as he kneeled on the mattress, hands immediately grabbing your waist to tug you back against his crotch. A deep groan of pleasure sounded from his throat, a soft mewl from yours, and he spent a few seconds squeezing your ass before he picked up the camera again.

He adjusted your jersey, lifting it over your hips enough that he could make out the black lace of your thong and shifted your hair out of the way so his last name was on full display.

“Stay just like that,” he ordered from behind. “Fuck, you look so hot like this. You should always be wearing nothing but my jersey.”

A flash lit up the room a second later, and Tyson’s hands left your ass to pull out the film. He set it down on the bed gently before he was flipping you onto your back and crashing his lips to yours. “I love you, you know that?

“I love you too.” You grinned against his mouth.

He broke the kiss momentarily to check on the polaroid, and you both saw your body on the tiny rectangle splayed out with ‘Jost 17’ centering the photo. “This one’s staying in my wallet,” he declared, tossing it on the nightstand before focusing his attention back on you.

“Nine more,” you teased.

“You spoil me, baby,” he groaned, kissing you fervently. “Now, can I see what you’ve got on underneath for me?”

Tyson pulled back far enough to give you space to shed the jersey. As much as he loved seeing you with his name across your back, a name which he intended to give you one day, he was far more excited about the new set he knew you had on. He tore off his own shirt swiftly and in one movement, tossing it somewhere on the floor so he wouldn’t miss you sliding the fabric over your head.

And what a sight you were.

Underneath revealed more of the black lace he saw earlier. Thin material covered your hips and waist, just barely sheathing the top of your ass, but the view didn’t stop there. His eyes trailed over your stomach and upwards to the matching brassiere, and he physically had to stop himself from mauling you.

“Fucking hell, babe,” he said on a sigh, all the breath escaping his lungs at once.

“Do you like it?” You smirked at him.

“I like it so much I think I’m gonna need you to pose for me.”

A fire lit in your stomach at his words, and you perched yourself on the bed to get into position. He grabbed the camera again and waited for you to finish fixing your hair before he brought it up to his eye. You flashed him your best saucy smile, and the flash was blinding you a split second later. The photo joined the previous one on the nightstand as Tyson started his own little pile of polaroids.

He barely gave you a moment of reprieve before he was tugging you by your ankle and flipping you onto your stomach. “Baby, your ass looks so fucking good like this,” he groaned, a quick slap following his words. With his hand still gripping your ass, you saw another flash appear from behind you.

Kisses trailed up your back after he set the picture aside, sporadic and chaste, until he reached your shoulder. You rolled onto your side to meet his kiss properly and let your hands roam across his bare chest.

You made out for some time like that, running your hands over his abdomen and up his chest to his pecs, over the straining muscles of his shoulders and to the hair you knew he loved being pulled. His cock rested between your bodies, hard and tight through his pants.

Sliding a leg between his, you pushed Tyson onto his back and moved to straddle his waist. “I think I wanna have a little bit of fun with this,” you whispered against his ear, letting your lips trace lightly over his skin. “If that’s okay with you?”

Tyson was rarely able to tell you no. Ever. Especially when you looked like a goddess above him. All he could do was gulp and nod his consent before a smile spread across your face. “Good,” you said. “I think you’ll like this part, and since it’s your birthday I’ll even let you keep your hands on me.”

You lifted his hands and placed them over your hips. Seemingly content with this agreement, he let you continue your ministrations of placing kisses under his ear, along the scruff of his jaw, and down the column of his throat.

Fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs and ass as Tyson tried to get you to shift your hips, but you managed to stay still despite the little voice in your head telling you to move. He let out a particularly strained moan when you reached his collarbones, growing impossibly harder beneath you as you continued your path down. Tyson’s eyes had fluttered shut at some point because when you glanced up at him, his head was thrown back into the pillow, tendons in his neck on full display. Eyelashes rested along his cheeks as his mouth fell open in a gasp when you reached the waistband of his pants, but his eyes were snapping open when you removed your lips from his torso.

There was a glazed-over look in his eyes, and he was about to protest your halting until he saw you pick up the camera. You focused his body through the viewfinder, angling the top to show just the bottom half of his face and where the trail of lipstick kisses he hadn’t noticed yet started, going all the way to the bottom of the view to show your thighs straddling him.

Click.

You pulled the film out and waited a couple seconds before the vague outline of the image started to appear. “Oh, Tys, I just might have to keep this one for myself,” you sighed wistfully, placing it gently on the side table.

“Yeah? Well, then I need to have my own copy,” he tossed back, snatching the camera from your hands and turning it on you. He focused the camera with one hand while the other touched your jaw. His thumb padded over your pouty bottom lip before he slid it into your mouth and you closed your lips tight around it.

Click.

You were sure your lipstick was all smudged and messy after the litter of kisses you just left on his chest, but you also knew Tyson would cherish that fucked-out look of you later. And he would love this next look of you even more.

“Keep that camera in your hands,” you said, shuffling down his legs to settle yourself between them.

Unbuttoning his dress pants, you unzipped them and tugged them down his legs along with his fitted boxers until his cock sprung out. Tyson took a quick second to kick his pants onto the ground.

Your hands slowly crept up his thighs, and you lowered your head to follow the path with more kisses. A hand fell to the back of your head in an attempt to nudge you closer to where he wanted, but you were adamant in maintaining your slow pace.

“Your cock is so pretty, baby,” you moaned at the base, attaching your lips to the underside in a kiss before you let your tongue roll out and up the length of his cock. His cheeks bloomed with heat at your praise

“Fuck.” His grip tightened in your hair. “I’m not going to last long if you keep talking like that.”

“Hmm?” You ran your tongue over the head of his cock. “Is that so? Maybe I should just be quiet then?” You raised an eyebrow to challenge him before closing your lips around the tip and sucking.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” His chest heaved below you.

You repeated the action: pulling off and licking over the tip before taking him in your mouth again, deeper this time. Tyson was always vocal when it came to oral, and right now was no exception to that. Sounds from deep in his chest erupted past his lips while he muttered incoherent words of praise when you took his cock all the way into your mouth.

It was fleeting, just enough to get him slick enough for your hand, but it had his arm falling to the bed beside him.

You let your hand take over as you slid your mouth off. “Stay focused, babe. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on this picture perfect moment.”

Fluttering his eyes back open, Tyson let out a moan of approval when you placed your mouth back on him. He watched his cock disappear between your lips for a few pulls before he remembered the camera in his failing grip.

It took all his effort to focus on the image through the viewfinder as he held the camera with one hand, and he tried his hardest to capture it as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t miss out on the real thing in front of him. Click.

He captured a shot of your face from the nose down, tongue laving at the underside of his cock while your hand gripped his base. As soon as the flash lit the room, he set the camera next to him, not bothering to remove the film before taking your head in both hands to pull you off.

“I’m not coming down your throat right now, babe,” he said with shaky breaths. “I need to taste you.”

“It’s your night, you don’t have to…”

“The day I don’t wanna eat you out is the day I’m dead and buried six feet under ground. Now get up here and spread your legs, baby. Need a reminder of how good your pussy tastes when I’m on the road and starving for it.”

In one swift movement, he was rolling your bodies over, sliding the camera to your hand before he started trailing kisses down your torso. He took his time nuzzling your neck, scratching his scruff along your cheek while he sucked bites along your throat and reveling in the small whimpers coming from your lips.

He nipped along your collarbones, licked over your shoulders and the tops of your breasts, and let his fingers slide the straps of your bra down your arms. You arched for him when a hand snaked underneath your back, and the lacy fabric was thrown to the side without a second thought.

Lips reattached themselves to your newly exposed breasts and his tongue circled your tight nipple before he sucked them harshly between his teeth. Wanton sounds of pleasure filled Tyson’s ears as your hand tangled in his curls and tugged. He gave your other breast equal attention then continued his path lower, kissing down your stomach and over your covered mound.

“I know it’s your day and all, but please don’t tease me,” you whined, twitching your hips closer in hopes he’d just remove the garment altogether. You were soaked through your panties by now, a fact Tyson now knew after tracing his tongue over your center.

“Hmm,” he hummed in contemplation, but the vibrations weren’t helping your situation.

“Please,” you pleaded, pulling his hair for emphasis.

Tyson wasn’t one to tease you when you didn’t deserve it, and with all the trouble you’d gone through tonight for him, he was extra inclined to give you what you want. Sliding his thumbs under the waistband of your panties, he slid them down your legs and tossed them behind him.

Hell, if he thought he had enough film he’d use one of them right now, but he had other plans. Maybe he’d buy more film and ask for an anniversary present in a few months…

He was taking a minute to soak in your dripping cunt in front of him, but the fingers tangled in his curls tugged harshly when he took too long. “Easy, tiger,” he chastised with a chuckle before diving back in.

Languid licks ran through your folds, lapping at the wetness thoroughly. He alternated between slow and long licks and short, hard ones, bringing you to the edge the best way he knew how.

For a moment, he pulls back, catching your attention while your eyes cast down to him. A long trail of spit leaves his mouth and lands on your pussy, pulling a low moan from you and causing your hips to twitch under his hands. Two fingers come to rub his spit through your folds before he kisses your cunt again.

“Picture, baby,” he reminded you, the words muffled against your thigh where his scruff rubbed along the skin. “Need you to focus here.”

Your hand scrambled to find the camera, hitting your pinky against the side and bringing it back to your chest. The hand on his head didn’t want to relent, but you needed it to prop yourself up just enough for you to focus the viewfinder.

Using whatever core strength you could muster up with his lips encircling your clit, you returned the hand to his curls and took the picture as quickly as you could before letting your body flop back down.

“Done. Now hurry up and make me come, Tys,” you groaned.

He muttered a quiet ‘demanding’ against your slick cunt but did as you asked. He pressed his tongue flatly to your throbbing clit, rubbing it the way you needed, and slid two fingers inside of you to send you careening down that mountain of pleasure.

Tyson crawled his way up your body with kisses until he reached your lips, hitching your legs over his hips while his cock nestled itself between your thighs.

“Please fuck me,” you mewled, clenching around nothing and needing desperately to be filled.

“I will, baby.” He ran his cock through your folds but didn’t enter you. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You were ready to beg again, but his hand centered his cock and he was pushing into you with one deep thrust before you could get any words out. Both of you let out simultaneous ‘fuck’s when he settled fully inside you, your muscles squeezing him tight as his cock dragged against your walls.

He set a pace that was nowhere near close to satisfying you. It was deep and slow and infinitely pleasurable, but the slow thrust of his hips did nothing to quell the fire building in your stomach. “Faster, Tys,” you pleaded, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You needed more.

“Patience,” he chuckled darkly, pulling back to rest on his thighs and tilt your hips up higher for him.

“Oh, god,” you moaned, the angle hitting deeper somehow. You never knew how it was possible how he could slide deeper into you when he fucked you, but he proved you wrong every time and you could effectively feel him in your stomach.

“Feel me here, babe? So deep inside you I never wanna come out?” He echoed your thoughts.

His hands moved your hips to fuck yourself on him, stilling deep inside you after a few thrusts. “Move, Tyson.”

“Hold on a minute,” he chides, grabbing the camera. “I need to savor this.”

Your eyes had long since closed in agony as you waited for him to move, an arm over your face while you begged for him to put you out of your misery. A hand spanned your stomach, his cock stilling deep inside of you with his thumb digging into your flesh briefly before you saw another flash.

Reaching back over you, he sets the picture on the nightstand before attaching his lips to your neck and sliding back out of you to resume a faster pace. He didn’t hold back now, fucking you with a fervor that makes your head spin and your jaw go slack.

The second his fingers touched your swollen nub, that intense need to come filled your body, starting at your toes and working quickly to reach your lower abdomen. Tyson hitched your leg high over his hip and attached his lips to your jaw. He nipped along the skin there, bordering on the edge of pain with his bites.

“Come on, baby. I know you’re close,” he whispered in your ear, the telltale sign of your cunt clenching around him letting him know.

“Oh fuck,” you whined.

“Come for me.” He tugs on your ear with his teeth and feels you crest that high that sends your pussy pulsing around him. “Fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall onto your shoulder as his own high reaches him, and the familiar sensation of his cum filling you up nearly sends you into a third orgasm.

Tyson stills inside you, the only sounds are your panting breaths until he works up the energy to slide out of you. You’re thoroughly stuffed even after he removes his cock.

The sight mesmerized him— it always has— his cum dripping slightly out of your pussy. He’s never been able to stop himself from playing with it, and tonight is no different. Fingers drift down to your spent pussy before you’ve even fully recovered, running through your soaked folds to spread the wetness around to Tyson’s liking.

A pitiful mewl leaves your lips when his fingers dance lightly over your oversensitive clit, which turns into a weak moan when they slide lower and push back into your entrance. He keeps a slow pace, thrusting his fingers inside and out and you know he’s doing it to satisfy his own fascination rather than work you up.

“Hand me the camera?” He asks, not bothering to tear his gaze from his cum-soaked fingers.

His left hand has to hold it awkwardly while his right hand stays on you, and you can’t help the intrinsic clenching of your pussy around his two fingers curled against your front wall, his cum making a mess of your folds and dripping down his hand. Click.

After he sets the film down, he’s lowering his head back to your pussy and pressing his tongue against you. “Shit, Tys. Again?” Your hand shoots down to grab his hair in an attempt to pull him away.

“Yes, again,” he teases you, spreading your folds with two fingers. “It is my birthday, remember? You can give me another one.”

How could you deny that?

Tyson took his time eating you like you were his last meal and he wanted to savor every second of it. You were mindless within minutes, just an incoherent heap beneath him while he brought you to the edge for a third time that night. This one was less intense but seemed to go on forever while his fingers dragged it out, the sounds of his and your cum mixing together downright filthy.

More kisses littered your body when he was finished as he crawled back up to meet your lips in a soft kiss. There was no greater view than the sight of your blissed out face after being freshly fucked in Tyson’s opinion. Your eyes glazed over, your skin was hot, your body was pliant, and Tyson loved seeing you that way. He loved knowing he made you that way.

“Well? Did you like your present?” You asked, but the words were muffled against his lips.

“I loved it,” he answered with a smile. “And I love you.”

Rolling off to your side, he pulls you with him. One arm keeps you pressed closely to his body while the other scrambles to collect the pile of pictures gathered on the nightstand. One by one, he filters through the stack, showing you each picture.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t look at these right now because I’m just going to want to bend you over again,” he comments with a groan when he gets to the one of your tongue on his cock, and you feel it twitch with interest under your leg.

“Come on.” You rolled your eyes as you sat up and stretched. “I need a shower because someone got me all dirty.”

He follows you into the bathroom, hands on your waist while he stays close behind you. Unable to keep to himself, he makes the short walk to the ensuite ten times longer by distracting you with shoulder and neck kisses on the way.

“Wait, I still have one photo left.” The realization hits him and he leaves you standing inside the bathroom while he dashes to grab the camera to take the last photo.

You raised an eyebrow when he placed it in your hand before grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around to press your back to his front. You quickly understood what he wanted when he posed you in front of the mirror and you got the first good look at yourself since before Tyson got home.

An arm wrapped around your abdomen and pulled you close while the other crept up to close around your neck, fingers pressing lightly into your throat to tilt your head to the side as he bent to press a kiss to your neck.

Lifting your arm, you positioned the camera at the mirror while your free arm held the one around your middle and you snapped the shot.

His kisses didn’t stop after you set the camera down, and you had to pry his hands off of you in order to make it to the shower. Even then, his hands found a way back to you as he crowded you against the shower wall.

“You’re insatiable tonight,” you gasp when he squeezes a breast in his hand.

“You’re irresistible tonight,” he retorts with a nip on your bottom lip. “You’re irresistible every night, actually.”

Hot water surrounds you from all sides, slicking your skin while Tyson grabs greedily at every inch he can reach. “I changed my mind,” he muses, a harsh slap sounding against your ass. “Turn around, bend over, and hang on to the bar. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost smut #nhl imagine #nhl smut #avs17 #my writing

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thewriterg · 3 years ago

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Shark tank| S.M

pairing(s): Miles Morales x Fem!reader, Miles Morales x Spider!reader, Peter Parker x Fem!reader, Peter Parker x Spider!reader

Word count: 1.0k+

Summary: How the bug boys react/help you on your period aka Shark week

request(s): Can I have what the bug boys do when reader is on her period? (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

Warning(s): Mature Themes, Blood, mood swings, language, (Please let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: -GIF’s aren’t mine- End of the school year and I’m just now starting to loose motivation🙂

♡︎ Miles Morales:

you would have to be extremely patient with this little bug

would have no idea what’s going on or what to do.

Be so confused why his lover is so cranky when your usually cheerful -you might throw in some sarcastic comments but still cheerful!- So it would be a shock to him

Think he did something wrong but he did the laundry and didn’t buy any more comics recently

Would pester you nonstop until you tell him what’s got you upset

“Y/n did I do something bad?” and like In your heart you’re like noooo sweetheart but In your head you’re telling yourself you want to be alone because you want to rip out your uterus

“Love please talk to me so I can fix it”

You eventually get irritated and scream ‘my womb is being stretched out and cut open piece by piece’

Yeah umm you should’ve explained that better y/n/n because now you’re hurting and groaning as a wave of cramps are washing over you and Miles is freaking tf out thinking you’re dying from blood loss.

Gwen had to calm him down over the phone and explain what you meant while she was rushing through the store for the things that she knew you liked and need and something’s that she would usually use during that horrible time of the month

Miles carefully listened as Gwen explained to him what was actually causing your troubles and asked what we’re you doing right now as Miles explained you were on the couch laying on your stomach with you knees pressed to you chin

“Just rub her back and quietly talk to her I’ll see you in five” Miles didn’t respond as Gwen hung up and your groans turned into deep and heavy breathing

Miles lifted your hoodie up slightly and drew patterns on your back while trying to soothe you and somewhere in that time period you fell asleep

Gwen eventually came with things she said you would need or want and also explained how to use them or the what snacks you would want in what time period and continued to tell Miles don’t worry himself or you about any paroles for the next week as she started walking out the door and calling out a “good luck soldier” along with a “call me if you need anything”

Wouldn’t want your back to hurt from you being on the couch so he pick you up and carry you into the bedroom

You’re his top priority for the remainder of your cycle. You want some advil done. Want some food here you go. Your back back or stomach hurts he’s their to rub the pain out.

Cuddles and kisses for day baby!

♡︎ Peter Parker:

Thank Thor and Loki that this little bug knows something about women

I mean Peter’s been in health class since he was ten and had enough research -and aunt May- to know enough about the woman body

Immediately knew what to do when he found you curled up into a ball sniffling

Slipping out of the room and quickly returned with new sheets extra pillows and aunt mays old heating pad -which he tweaked so it vibrates- while trying to be as quiet as possible

You were his sole focus New York would just have to wait.

Comforting and telling you it was fine that you got blood on his sheets “I can replace sheets I can’t replace you y/n” causing you to cry harder at how sweet he was

Netflix and Cuddles!

Helping you get in and out the shower if you wanted to relax :)

Letting you steal all his hoodies -like you’d didn’t do that anyways- to keep you warm or so you can smell him when he went to the store to grab something’s for you

Would become somewhat protective since you were in such a vulnerable state but deep down Peter knew you could still protect yourself and kick ass if it came down to it!

If you wanted privacy that was totally fine! So he made sure no one would bother you until your cycle was over no matter what

“Alright my love pick a book”

Once you finally decides he settles on the bed one arm around you holding up the book with the other as he read out loud to you

After a while he kisses the top of your head when he realized you dozed off and mark the page of the book

Decides he should get caught up on some shuteye as well so he scoots down a wraps his arm around you allowing sleep to take him

You had yourself the sweetest bug little bug ever

♡︎ (Tasm) Peter Parker:

This little bug would be fighting for his life.

He’s just like oh his ‘delicate’ little flower is a angry ball of angst curled up in the middle of the bed That just won’t work

“Doll can I get you anything?”

“I could really use a fucking hysterectomy”

Well that went amazing

“How about some iced coffee instead” Peter had learn very well not to ever recommend green tea over your Carmel iced latte ever.

When you look up at him silently he decides to take that as a yes

He goes to your kitchen and quickly grabs everything he needs

When he returns he’s carrying your mason jar cup with a metal straw poking out its bamboo lid, some salty snacks, and a chocolate bar he found in the freezer

He settles into the pillows and pulls you into his lap

“Eat if your hungry and drink your coffee before it gets watered down and just lay with me”

You grudgingly comply and he placed his hands on you lower abdomen and began to rub his fingers over the tense area

“Oh god” you moaned throwing your head back against Peter’s broad shoulders your cramps easing already

“I know you feel miserable doll, but I’m here for whatever you need”

Pressing soft kisses to your head and neck Peter continues to rub your belly gently but firmly enough for it to feel good and soothe your aching cramps

Go ahead and take a nap y/n he not going anywhere, Peter is the light of your life

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 3 years ago

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Tilly

Hello lovelies! It's me again! This little extra has a very special place in my heart, Matilda for me is the equivalent of Fine Line, it is one of the songs that had helped heal so many things. This is also a very special extra piece because we will get to see the first time Y/N's mom meets her grandchild, I would love to hear your thoughts on this piece. All the love, Mar

Click on the visuals to enhance your reading experience! Flashbacks are in italics!

May 19, 2022.

Harry. New York City, New York. 1:30 AM.

A cry pulled me back from my sleep, I sat up a little and tried to clear the sleep from my eyes, I turned to see that it had been a few hours since I went to bed, and I should be up in about two in order to get ready and leave for the Today Show.

I opened the door to the guest room I was staying in and made my way to the nursery; the door was ajar, and I knocked before entering, “Hey what’s wrong?”, she was pacing the floor shushing the baby in her arms who was crying bloody murder.

“Someone is very sad”, “Want to trade?”, “No, H; go to bed, you have to be up in about two hours”, I sighed, “Baby please “, she started walking a little more, “Harry, go rest you have a few events today; if anything happens, I’ll let you know, promise”

I knew this was an argument I wouldn’t win, so I nodded and kissed our baby’s head and her temple before exiting the nursery, I stopped at the bathroom and then got back to bed, I must have been really tired because the next time I woke up and it was to turn off the alarm.

The rain was falling hard, I hope that the fans who were waiting had some kind of protection against it, I showered and made my bed, checked that I had everything I needed on my bag and left my room letting Jeff know I was waiting for him.

I decided to peek into the nursery and saw it was empty, so I made my way to Y/N’s room, I opened the door slowly and was met with that baby smell I wish I could bottle and bring everywhere with me.

She was sleeping in her usual side, the bassinet holding the second love of my life, we have not had the heart to store it for future babies, hers, or mine, or hopefully ours. The night lamp was on, and I was able to see that the baby was finally resting.

I smiled, my heart hurts when I hear them cry so unconsolably and we cannot really help them, but I knew this was a phase and it would soon pass, I kissed Y/N’s temple and left the room, I wanted to kiss the baba, but I knew that would maybe wake them up and Y/N would kill me.

When I got to the kitchen, I saw that she had prepared a sandwich and there was a little note next to it, We will be watching you, good luck H! Coffee is on the pot, go shine rockstar, we love you very much.

I smiled and took a bite of the sandwich, while going to the coffee maker and filling my tumbler, while I finished my sandwich, I had received a message from Jeff letting me know he had already arrived, so I grabbed my things and left the apartment.

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:30 AM.

We had just finished taping and I decided to grab my phone and call Y/N while we waited for some pictures, after two rings she answered, “Hey you! You did awesome!”, I smiled, “Thank you darling, did you both watch?”, “Initially we did, however my companion fell asleep for a morning nap a few minutes into ‘Daylight’”

I laughed and cooed, “Poor baby, how did the night end?”, she sighed, “I think transition to crib from bassinet will have to wait, especially with all the travelling we will be doing”, we as in we are traveling as a family, “Good thing mom but one for us huh?”, she hummed in agreement, “Are you guys coming over after?”

“Yes love, but are you sure that you don’t prefer we meet elsewhere?”, “No, it’s okay, besides I have everything set for delivery already, so you just finish with your meetings and I’ll see you all soon okay?”, “Okay baby, I love you”, she sighed into the phone, “Harry…”, “I know I know, I just wanted you to know, kiss the baba for me yes?”, “Will do, see you later H”

Harry. New York City, New York. 9:30 PM.

We had decided to have our own listening party a few hours before the official release because 1) mostly everyone had either listened to the album completely or a few songs, and 2) we had a baby, so we have learned to sleep when the baby sleeps.

Everyone had just finished listening to the album and we were all standing there talking about the songs and eating the food we got, I had wanted to talk to Y/N because I knew that ‘Matilda’ must have hit her hard, after all, it was a song I had written for her, along with some others.

I was discussing with Lambert the outfit for tomorrow when Glenne appeared beside me, Lambert was the first to speak up, “Miss Glenne Azoff, to what do we owe this pleasure”, she smiled, “I am here for the man of the hour”, something regarding the way she said it made my heart plummet, “Everything okay?”

Lambert had excused himself and she reached to squeeze my arm, “Can I borrow you for a few? We have a little situation”, I nodded and started following her along the hallway until we reached the nursery and my heart started beating fast

“G, what’s wrong?”, she did not say anything and reached to open the door for me, I went in, and she closed it. I was met with a semi dark room, the only light coming from the lamp next to the rocking chair, that’s when I noticed that Y/N was sitting there with the baby feeding them.

But something seemed off, she was off looking into the horizon and her face was gloomy and sad, I approached her slowly not wanting to scare her off, “Y/N?”, she jumped a little, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”, she smiled a little, “It’s okay”, she then turned to look at the baby who just finished feeding

“Want me to burp them?”, “No I got it, go celebrate rockstar, I’ll be out in a few”, I kissed her forehead and left the room where I found Glenne waiting for me, we looked at each other and she spoke first, “You saw it too right?”, I nodded, “We need to do something”

“Glenne we can’t, we need to wait for her to open up”, I squeezed her bicep, “I hope she does soon, I cannot stand to see her this sad”, I sighed, “Me too Glenne, me too”

May 20, 2022.

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:30 PM

I was still buzzing. The day was here and done with. I had performed Harry’s House and man was I proud of myself, the band, my team, and the fans, especially the fans. Learning the songs in less than 24 hours was really impressive. Definitely this was a night I would not forget.

Y/N had greeted me as I walked down the stage, I hugged her and she hugged me back and she didn’t want to let go, which made me think that maybe we were on the mend. She pulled back and we made our way to the changing room where we found Annie, our nanny when we needed, reading a book, next to her was the stroller that held our little darling who was fast asleep.

She gave us a smile when we entered, I returned the smile and then went into the bathroom, i came back out and asked Annie if she wanted to grab any food or drinks from the refreshment table which she said yes and went out.

Y/N had sat down on the couch near the baby and fixed the blanket my mom had knitted, I could see there were some dried tears in her face, and I frowned a little, “Baby you, ok?”, she turned to look at me and smiled, the same fake smile I had received since yesterday, definitely not her true smile

“I am overwhelmed H, this was so much more than what I could have wished for you”, I reached in to hug her and kissed her temple multiple times, “Having you here means so much more than I could ever express; everything I do is for the both of you”, I pulled back and placed her hair behind her ear

“You know you can talk to me, right?”, she stared into my eyes, “I know”, she squeezed my hand and rested her head on my shoulder. Annie came back and we left to take the pictures we had to take and meet some of the guests who had come tonight.

After a few photos and thank you’s we started making our way to the changing rooms, we picked up everything and made our way home after dropping off Annie. I went into the shower and Y/N let me know she would feed bunny, when I came out, I made my way into the nursery to say good night.

I stopped at the door when I heard her humming a song, I was trying to figure out which song it was, after a few seconds I recognized it, Matilda. I knocked and came in; she was finishing burping the baby and smiled at me

“Wanna put them down?”, I nodded and reached for the almost sleepy baby, changed their diaper, and settled them into the sleep sack and took them into her room and placed them in the bassinet.

I grabbed the monitor and closed the door, Y/N was just finishing preparing two cups of tea, so we sat down on the couch. We sipped our tea in silence, I turned to look at her, she was so beautiful, and motherhood had definitely given her a glow that was unique.

But the sad and faraway look on her eyes dulled her, and I prayed to whoever listened that I could remove that look from her. And as if the gods listened, she spoke up, “You said you were here if I needed you, right?”, I placed my cup on the table, “Yes lovie, I am here, always”, I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

“I saw my mom yesterday”, my breath hitched, everything went dead silent while I waited for her to talk, “We met by chance but… it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting”, I furrowed my brows and continued to caress her hand, I sighed before speaking up, “What happened?”

May 19, 2022.

New York City, New York. 12:45 PM.

I had finished fixing everything that we needed for dinner tonight but realized we were short on snacks, so I placed the baby on the wrap, grabbed a couple of bags, my phone and we made our way to the Trader Joe’s near my apartment.

I was grabbing some nuts for the charcuterie board I wanted to make while peeking at my little love when I heard someone call my name, “Y/N?”, I froze for a few seconds before turning to see my aunt.

But just behind her, my mom was standing there, she looked so surprised to see me, she then turned to see my chest, where i had the baby strapped to me, she couldn’t see them because I had made sure that their face was covered whenever we went out.

She stared at me again, I could see there were a lot of emotions on her face, surprise, curiosity, disappointment. I turned to look at my aunt and gave her a small smile, “Aunt Linda! So nice to see you! How have you been?”

She walked a little closer to me, “I’ve been good, what about you? Haven’t heard from you in a while”, I took a little step back hoping she wouldn’t notice, “I know, it’s been a while”, she then turned to look at the baby strapped to my chest

“Oh, do you babysit?”, my heart was beating so fast, “Oh, uhm no, I had a baby a few months ago”, she turned to look at me in shock, and then turned to look at my mother, who was standing there, stoic, “Glenda, I didn’t know you had a grandbaby!”

I was expecting so many things from her, anger, sadness, or any other. But not the indifference I came across with. She stood up straighter, turned to look at me, no emotion on her face, and then turned to look at my aunt, “No Linda, I don’t”

We both stared at each other, and I understood what she wanted to convey, she didn’t even want to know if she had a grandson or a granddaughter, if they were healthy and happy, if I was healthy and happy, she didn’t care anymore, we would never again be a part of her family.

My little love must have sensed the stress and started whimpering, so I took that as my cue to leave, thankful I had everything I needed, “It was great to see you both, I have to go now”, and turned to walk away without looking back.

May 21, 2022.

Harry. New York City, New York. 12:00 AM

I had so many emotions cursing through, anger, sadness, disappointment, but above all heartbreak for the woman sitting in front of me and who I had the privilege to call the love of my life, her sobs made me pull out of my thoughts and I pulled her to my lap and let her cry

“I’m so sorry, so sorry my love”, I kissed her head multiple times, after a few moments she calmed down, “When I heard ‘Matilda’ I broke, because even if you didn’t know what had happened you knew what to say”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”, she turned to look at me, “I think I was still processing, I was trying to believe that it hadn’t happened, but when I did it broke me all over again, and I didn’t want to ruin your night H; you have worked so freaking hard for this”

I squeezed her, “Baby, why would you ever think that? This success, everything I do, is for the two of you, you are my inspiration and motivation, the sole reason why I want to do this, because you are always there for me”, I grabbed her face and nudged my nose with her.

I whispered, “Because you are the love of my life, and I will do anything and everything to prove this to you”, a few seconds that felt like an eternity later, she pulled me in for a kiss, it took me a few seconds to return it, because this, was the first time she had kissed me.

We pulled back and I placed some pecks on her lips before speaking, “I know it hurst because they are your family, but baby, we are your family too, and the best part is that we chose you to be our family, we wanted you, not anyone else, just you”

“I know H, and I feel so blessed every day that I get to be with you and our baby and your family and friends, because they chose me to be part of it, but still, there is a part of me that will always mourn what I couldn’t have with them you know?”

I nodded, “And you have every right to mourn them baby, but you also have the right to let it go, to live a life full of love”, she smiled and hugged me, I hugged her back and we stayed like that for a few minutes until I yawned, and she laughed.

We picked up our mugs and took them to the kitchen. We placed them on the dishwasher and started it, turning off all the lights we were standing outside our doors when she reached in for another hug, “Thank you”, I kissed her head, “Always”

We pulled back and went into our respective rooms, just before she closed the door, I heard her say my name, I turned to look at her and nodded letting her know she had all of my attention, “The kiss, it wasn’t just a spur of the moment like last time”, she winked and closed the door.

My heart was beating out of my ribcage as I closed the door and I sat on the bed with the biggest smile, after everything that had gone down between us, she still cared for me, I couldn’t believe it, I grabbed my cellphone and dialed the one person I needed to speak to

“Gem? I need your help”

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daenqyu · 4 years ago

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— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,,

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right?

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?”

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal,

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?”

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss,

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf????

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone

but when it’s you he doesn’t

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?”

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!”

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??”

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3

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― they take your virginity.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ, sʜɪɴsᴏᴜ + sʜɪɴᴅᴏ.

can i request a headcanon of bakugo, todoroki, shindo and shinso taking his s/o virginity... idk if you write about virginity but I’m just soooo curious and I like your headcanons ─ anon

⤑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

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i absolutely write about virginity! thank you so much, i hope you like these as well!

― katsuki bakugou.

≻ he’s definitely got some experience. ≻ he’s more of a relationship kinda guy vs a one night stand type. ≻ so when he says that he can wait for you to be ready, he rlly means it. ≻ he’s had to wait before and he’s cool with it. ≻ he doesn’t need to have sex by any means. ≻ tho it’s rlly fun and he finds it much easier to show his love and affection physically rather than verbally ≻ it’s fine. your happiness comes before his dick. ≻ so when you finally tell him you’re ready, he’s excited!! ≻ like he can finally show you what he’s been holding back. ≻ he wishes he could say he was gentle but ≻ gentle truly isn’t in his nature. ≻ he’s a rough kind of guy, it’s who he is to the core. ≻ but he makes sure you’re prepared with extra lube and everything. ≻ it may not be the soft, sweet candlelit first time girls often daydream about ≻ but it’s exhilarating and pleasurable all the same. ≻ he does his best to make sure you feel good every second of it. ≻ your pleasure comes before his and he works extra hard to make you feel good. ≻ afterwards, he makes sure to take care of you. ≻ you can give him some criticism if you’d like but he won’t particularly ask you anything beyond if you enjoyed it, if you’re okay, and if anything hurt.

― shoto todoroki.

≻ honestly it’s probably his first time as well so he’s a bit clueless. ≻ he never really dated in highschool and then when he became a pro, his schedule became so busy, he just never really got to properly date. ≻ plus there were a lot of women who just wanted the bragging rights of fucking Pro Hero Shoto. ≻ and when he rejected them, they typically bailed because they weren’t getting what they wanted. ≻ it hurt his feelings a bit but when he found you, he was amazed. ≻ you had laid it out for him that you didn’t want to have sex with him because you were a virgin. ≻ and he was more than happy to go along with it, revealing he was too. ≻ which was a shock because like ≻ top 5 hero and incredibly good looking? ≻ as a result, your relationship wasn’t built on physical intimacy beyond kissing. ≻ it wasn’t until the two of you were dating for a while that you finally came to him to let him know you were ready when he was. ≻ he was nervous, to say the least. ≻ as a result, the first time is a bit clumsy. ≻ he’ll constantly ask you if you’re okay and what he should do next ≻ you obviously know your body better than he does so he’ll touch you were you indicate you want ≻ or touch where it seems you like it the most. ≻ “right theres” or “that feels good” goes a long way with him. ≻ he’s a fast learner so by the end, he’ll already have picked up on a lot of important things for future use. ≻ he’s more concerned about you so he’ll reject anything where you offer to touch him or suck him off or anything. ≻ save that for a later date. ≻ he truly just wants to focus on you. ≻ afterwards, he’ll just hold you and silently cuddle with you. ≻ he’s a bit embarrassed and shy ≻ so wait a while before talking about it with him hehe. ≻ he’s also a little insecure, scared he didn’t do as good as he thinks he did and you were faking it or something. ≻ reassure him a bit and all will be well. ≻ he’s willing to learn everything necessary.

― hitoshi shinsou.

≻ being your first is not something he takes lightly at all. ≻ he doesn’t let it get to his head nor does he think of it as some ego boost. ≻ for him, it’s important because he knows the first time can mold your entire outlook on sex for the future. ≻ he thinks it’s sweet you’ve been saving your first time for so long. ≻ where most people lost theirs in highschool, you never fell into that trap ≻ instead, you waited for a steady relationship before deciding. ≻ and it just so happened pro hero hitoshi shinsou was The One. ≻ and he was entirely grateful that you trusted him like that. ≻ he’s sweet and slow with you definitely. ≻ he wants to make sure it feels good and intimate for you. ≻ this isn’t him fucking you to get either of you off ≻ he’s doing this to make you feel appreciated, safe, and loved ≻ after the two of you get used to having sex he’ll start bringing his normal rougher dominant side into it ≻ but the first few times are filled with hand holding, slow caresses, and deep thrusts. ≻ he makes you cum but doesn’t overstimulate you. ≻ he doesn’t want this to be a more overwhelming experience than it already is. ≻ afterwards, he’ll talk to you endlessly and provide pretty thorough aftercare ≻ he’ll take a bath with you and massage your body to ease away any aches ≻ he’ll ask what you did and didn’t like and promise not to do anything again if you didn’t like or files it away if you did like it. ≻ he’ll hold you close and give you sweet, chaste kisses while telling you how much he loves you and thanks for you trusting him.

― yo shindo.

≻ he’s had the most pussy out of all of these guys. ≻ he’s a one night stand type of dude when he’s single. ≻ and he’s pretty hot and charasmatic. ≻ and strong. and a pro. ≻ so he’s got ladies lining up for blocks for one taste of his dick. ≻ aaaand he’s taken his fair share of virginities as well. ≻ but when he gets with you and learns how you’re just not ready at all ≻ can’t lie he’s a bit bummed ≻ and he honestly thought the relationship wouldn’t last bc he didn’t think he couldn’t live without getting his dick wet ≻ and he may be kind of a jerk but he’s not a cheater by any means so no worries there ≻ but then he realizes how much he actually really likes you ≻ to the point he doesn’t even think twice about the fact the two of you can’t have sex. ≻ but once you do let him know you want to go that final step ≻ oh boy, he is hard in his pants so fast. ≻ he’s experienced and calm. ≻ he knows what he’s doing and he’s confident as well. ≻ he’ll finger you and eat you out. ≻ he’ll draw out foreplay until you’ve cum a few times before putting his dick in. ≻ he won’t let it last too long because he knows you won’t have the stamina for it. ≻ so it’ll be over quicker than he usually is ≻ but you’re grateful bc even the foreplay wore you out. ≻ afterwards, he’s pretty lively. ≻ he’ll joke and tease you a bit ≻ but he means no harm, he’s just trying to get rid of the intense tension left behind. ≻ when you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll turn into a big softie and whisper sweet nothings that have been on his mind the entire time while you can’t hear.

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