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munson-blurbs · 2 years ago

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Happy 2k followers! If it’s alright could I make a request for my birthday using the 2k prompts with Eddie/hellfire room/birthday cake?

Very fluffy fic incoming! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none, all fluff!

WC: 1.2k

“Okay, okay, yeah. No, I totally understand,” you say into the receiver, willing your voice not to crack. “I hope everything gets cleaned up quickly.” You slam the phone back on the hook, punctuating your aggravation with a string of curses.

“That sounds like it went well,” your neighbor, Dustin, quips, munching on a granola bar. Any time he comes to your house, he manages to find your snack stash.

You bury your head in your hands. “That was Meg’s Café,” you explain. “Apparently a pipe burst last night and flooded the whole place.”

“Shit,” Dustin mutters, taking another bite. There’s nothing more indestructible than a teenager’s appetite. “That’s where you were having Eddie’s birthday party!”

“Oh, really?” you retort, voice dripping with sarcasm. “That hadn’t occurred to me; thanks!” You sigh as Dustin flips you the bird. “Where are we gonna find space to throw him a whole party in…” you check your watch, “...three hours?!” You turn to the younger boy, who’s already moved on from your crisis in search of more food. “Dustin, focus!”

“Sorry, jeez.” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I can’t think on an empty stomach.”

You roll your eyes and reach into your fridge, pulling out a crown of broccoli and tossing it to him. “Go nuts.”

He takes a big bite just to spite you. “Okay,” he says, “let’s consider our options.” He puts the vegetable down on the counter. “We could have it here.”

You shake your head; the apartment you share with your mom is barely big enough for the two of you. “Too small.”

Dustin nods. “I’m guessing Eddie’s trailer is also out, then.” He sighs in exasperation. “My mom would never let me throw a party, so that rules out my place, too.” He taps his chin before raising his pointer finger excitedly, like a mad scientist with an ingenious idea. “How about the Hellfire room? We can decorate it, order some pizzas, cut a cake—”

“The cake!” you groan. “Meg’s was gonna have one for us!”

Without saying another word, Dustin darts across the hall to his own apartment. Communication is not his strong suit, you think wryly. He comes back moments later, out of breath and clutching two rolls of cookie dough and a bag of potato chips.

“Let’s bake ourselves a cake,” he pants, plopping the tubes on the stove.

“With sour cream and onion chips?”

“Oh, that’s for me. Though the broccoli was much appreciated.”

Dustin quickly recruits the rest of Hellfire Club—and Steve Harrington, their reluctant chauffeur—to decorate, while you two start on the cake.

“I need a rolling pin,” you tell him as you open the plastic casing. He dutifully hands you the tool. “I hope Eddie is okay with a chocolate chip cookie cake,” you murmur.

Dustin chortles. “Please,” he says, “that man would eat dirt if you were the one serving it to him.” You feel your cheeks heat up, and you try to focus on rolling out the dough. You and Eddie have been friends forever, but you’ve only been dating for a few months. That’s why it’s especially important for everything to be perfect.

“Don’t believe me?” Dustin continues. “Ask Lucas and Mike. One time you left him a cute note in his locker, and he kept looking at it during Hellfire. Couldn’t even stay in his DM character. And this is the guy who once puked and came back to finish a campaign like nothing happened.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, placing the dough in the oven. “I’m gonna call everyone and let them know about the change of venue. Just take the cake out when the timer goes off.” He gives you a little salute as you make your way through the guest list.

“Cake’s done!” Dustin calls out as you wrap up your final call. The smell of freshly-baked cookies wafts through the air. “Just gotta let it cool.” He looks over at you before blurting out, “So, uh, do you love Eddie?”

“I, um,” you choke on your words. “I don’t really know what love feels like. Like, romantic love.”

“Well,” he starts, plopping onto a kitchen chair, “when you get news—good or bad—who’s the first person you wanna tell? When you think about your future, who’s there? Who makes you smile more than anyone else? Whose sadness makes you sad?”

It’s the same answer for all of his questions. “Eddie.”

“So, there ya go!” Dustin exclaims, slapping the table. “Now all you gotta do is tell him.” He says it like it’s no big deal; like you wouldn’t be baring your heart to him. What if it was too soon? What if he thought you were rushing things?

Your nerves are already at an all-time high, but when you hear Wayne and Eddie’s voices traveling down the Hawkins High hallway, your heart feels like it’ll pound out of your chest.

“So you’re applying to be a custodian?” Eddie’s saying, disbelief tinging his tone.

Wayne coughs. “Uh, yup. Figured you could show me where your club meets before my interview.” His voice is so stilted and awkward; for everything he’s good at, Wayne Munson is not an actor.

The doorknob turns, and your stomach feels like it’s filled with lead-winged butterflies. “This is the Hellfire–” Eddie stops in his tracks as he takes in the sight before him. All of the club members plus Max Mayfield yell out, “Surprise!”, and you watch as a huge grin spreads across your boyfriend’s face.

“Happy birthday!” You bound over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Baby,” he murmurs once he wills himself to pull his lips away from yours, “did you do all this?”

“Kind of?” You laugh at his bemused expression. “This was gonna be at Meg’s, but they had a flood, so everyone helped me move the party here.” You glance at the table behind you, where people are already digging into the pizza pies. “I was hoping for more of a sit-down dinner, but we had to make do.”

“Tell him about the cake!” Dustin shouts, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Cake?” Eddie asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah…Meg’s was also supposed to provide a birthday cake, so Dustin and I whipped up one using cookie dough.” You’d managed to find a tube of blue gel icing in your cabinet, and you’d written Happy Birthday Eddie with a little heart on top of your makeshift cake. “I know it’s not exactly what you wanted, but it’s all we had on hand…”

Eddie shuts you up with another kiss. “Not exactly what I wanted? Babe, I’m surrounded by my favorite people at a party thrown for me by the girl I love. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

You’re so touched by his words that you nearly miss his confession. “Wait, you…you love me?”

He nods, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you so damn much, it scares me,” he admits, letting out a little laugh.

“I love you, too, Eddie.” You’re about to bring him in for a passionate kiss–audience be damned–when you’re interrupted by a certain curly-haired meddling freshman.

“Told you!”

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majestyeverlasting · 3 years ago

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Can you write prompt(s) 40 & 48 with Dad!Bucky x reader pls?

♡ Of course! Thanks for sending this request in! For the kids, I went ahead and used Jamie and Eden, who are in my Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader fics. There's cute and funny family ~shenanigans~ in this piece (and Eden ends up duping Bucky). I hope you like it!

♡ Prompt 40: "There it is. There's that smile."

♡ Prompt 48: "Those are my pajama pants. They're literally slipping down your waist."

♡ To make a request for my One Month Tumblr-versary, check out my Fluffy Prompt List :)

No Such Thing as Winning By Default Tonight

The way Jamie and Eden greeted Bucky at the door always gave him something to look forward to, to cherish. They were bouncing on the balls of their feet as if it had been ages since they last saw him. In reality, it had only been a span of hours since he’d left that morning. And with sparkling eyes, they waited for him to take off his backpack and shrug off the leather jacket. You’d spent the day out with them, and they were ready to tell their father about everything. From checking out new books at the library, going to the park, and even getting snow cones.

As soon as Bucky finished putting his things in the closet, he scooped Eden up and kissed her cheek. And he pulled Jamie into a hug after giving him a fist bump—the gesture was something the boy insisted they started doing everyday because it was ‘cool.’ It was important not to forget the explosion fingers right after, because that’s what made fist bumps even cooler.

The kids talked a mile a minute as they told Bucky about their day—as if their lives depended on it. Hundreds of people had told him hundreds of things over the years and, yet, listening to their words—and yours—added a value to his life that he hadn't, or couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. A smile stretched across your face when he entered the living room with Jamie and Eden on either side of him. You were sitting on the couch with the laundry basket on the floor in front of you. Folding clothes that, admittedly, should’ve already been taken care of.

Bucky shot you a wink when your eyes met his, and you felt the smallest flutter in your stomach. After spending the day with children, you were glad to have some adult company again. It helped that he was particularly attractive in his unshaven state. “Hey, stranger,” you teased, affectionately. “How was your day?”

“Not too bad,” he said, draping his arms over the kids’ shoulders. “From what these two were telling me, it sounds like you guys went around the world while I was gone.”

That earned a laugh from you. “It feels like we did. I’m not moving for the next week.”

Jamie snorted. “But don’t you have to move? You can’t just stay still,” he said. “You’re moving right now to fold the clothes.”

You gave him a flat look, narrowing your eyes. Everyone else laughed. “Well, in that case, mister, how about you three come do it for me so I don’t have to move?” Your tone was playful.

“Uhhh... Dad can do it. I forgot how to fold,” he lied.

“‘Dad can do it?’” Bucky repeated, looking down at him in feigned disagreement. If you truly needed a break, or wanted any sort of additional help, he’d step in a heartbeat—he always did.

“Wait, I’m actually pretty good at it,” Eden spoke up, leaving her father’s side to plop beside you. “Do you want me to help, Mommy?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked out one of her shirts from the basket.

It was then that Jamie decided he was going to assist too. Instead of joining the two of you on the couch, however, he sat crossed-legged on the floor, and dug to the bottom of the basket in search of his favorite race car graphic tee. The way their brows furrowed in concentration was adorable. And because they were no longer glued to Bucky, he was able to lean down and press a kiss to your temple, hands bracing on the plush arm of the couch. Before he could pull too far away, you cupped his chin and directed his lips to yours in a brief kiss, sighing through your nose. You felt him smile upon hearing the kids’ quiet giggles.

Eden’s voice soon arose. “Hey, Mommy, look. Is this good enough?” Bucky pulled away and straightened back to his full height, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

On Eden’s lap was a white shirt printed with pink flowers that she had folded. “It looks great, E. Put it on the stack of your other stuff.” You pointed to the clothes of hers that you had already folded.

What you ended up finding later that evening was that one of the kids had accidentally placed Bucky’s navy blue pajama pants in your sleepwear drawer. Considering he was off in the playroom with them, you decided to put them on to go get a reaction out of him. You paired them with a gray V-neck.

When you walked in on him and the kids, they were winning in what appeared to be a play fight. They hovered over him as his back was against the floor. A helpless smile budded on your face as you stood watching in the doorway. He tried to prop himself up upon noticing you, but Jamie growled and pushed chest back down.

“Do you surrender?” He asked his father.

A laugh bubbled up Bucky’s throat. “Yes, I surrender.”

“I don’t believe him,” Eden told Jamie.

“I do! I promise,” Bucky said. “I just wanna talk to your mom.”

They let him sit up, and you caught the way his gaze traveled up your body. “Hey… those are my pajama pants,” he said, pushing himself from the floor to go stand in front of you. “They’re literally slipping down your waist.” To prove his point, he attempted to pull them up to a more proper resting place on your hips. But they slouched back down a bit when he let go.

“No they’re not," you challenged with a smile. "They’re mine."

“Oh, is that right?” He let his hands come to rest on your hips, and in turn you wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. “They look good on you,” he said, voice low. And before you could register his intentions, he reached around you to squeeze your backside.

Bucky chuckled at your small squeak and dipped down for a kiss. He was gentle, and warm, and smelled woodsy. When he started to pull away, you thought it was way too soon. But, a second later, you realized it was because Jamie had started tugging on the back of his shirt.

You stifled a laugh at the way he rolled his eyes before turning around. “May I help you?” He asked the boy.

“Can we do one more round?” Jamie asked. “But this time you have to go harder on us.”

Eden came to stand beside her brother’s side. “Yeah! And Mommy can be on a team with me and Jamie,” she said.

Bucky looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You up for that?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Maybe I should just watch. These pants probably make me wardrobe malfunction prone.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll be fine.”

That assurance is what landed you in a four-person play fight. Per Jamie’s request, Bucky does exert a little more effort. But he was still overly mindful that nobody got hurt in any other way. For the first few moments, you drew back and let Jamie and Eden make most of the advances on their father. They practically cackled every time he pinned them.

But he eventually locked eyes with you, and you knew he wasn't going to let you remain in the background of the action anymore. All you could do was squeal when he made a very direct advancement. Because you were already kneeling, it didn’t take much for him to force you the rest of the way to the floor. It happened so swiftly that all you could do was let out a surprised huff of laughter. Somehow he managed to capture both of your wrist.

“He’s got Mommy!” You heard Eden say. Then she came to your rescue by pushing his shoulder to divert his attention.

In the sliver of time before Bucky walked on his knees to get the girl, Jamie did a discrete signal to her that she nodded to. All it was was a quick swipe of his pointer finger down his cheek. And between you and Bucky, only you caught their quick exchange. It took a second for it to click that he had told her to fake cry. Or pretend to be hurt, at least.

As soon as Bucky gathered Eden into his arms, and lowered her to the floor in the most gentle 'slam' ever, she enacted their scheme. From her lying position, she winced and released a soft whine. There was no possible way that what he did could've caused any pain, but Bucky didn't even rationalize that. The only thing that rang in his mind was that he'd just hurt his little girl.

“Shoot! I’m sorry, babydoll.” He repositioned to sit in a narrow straddle, and coaxed her up to sit on his thigh. The tenderness of his voice made you want to tell him that she was fine. "What hurts, hmm?" She just continued pouting. Jamie put a hand over his mouth to hide either a smile or shock that it actually worked.

Bucky sighed as his eyes flickered over to you. All you could do was offer an expression that was likely a mix between neutral and guilty. Then he redirected his attention back to Eden and started pressing consoling kisses to her hair. When he noticed her beginning to smile, relief flooded through him. “There it is. There’s that smile,” he said. "I really am sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to hurt you."

She craned her neck to look up at him. "Daddy..." she said, voice tentative. "I was just kidding..."

Jamie was quick to pitch in. "I only told her to so we could win by default or something. At least she's actually okay, right?" The hopeful edge to his tone made you bite back a smile. "Mom was in on it too." Snitch.

Bucky's mouth fell slightly agape, but he let out a small laugh a second later, shaking his head. "Wow," he breathed. "'Win by default,' huh? Give me a heart attack to 'win by default.'" In all fairness, it had been a somewhat mean trick. But nothing he couldn't recover from.

"I didn't even know if you were gonna believe me!" Eden claimed. She squealed when he suddenly laid onto his back, taking her with him. The sound of their mixed laughter filled the room, and the energetic buzz returned to the atmosphere.

Then Bucky made a proposal to your team. "You guys are gonna have to come save little miss from my arms if you wanna win for real," he said. "No such thing as winning by default tonight."

Previously fulfilled request: Cold Little Paws.

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sunstone-smiles · 3 years ago

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Hi! Love the fics you've been writing, their so cute. -^-❤ I had an idea in mind for one... Could we get one where professor Laventon is doing his studies and the starter trio interrupt him with a load of affectionate tickles?

Aww, absolutely! This was an adorable prompt, so I hope you like how it turned out!

All Play, No Work

Series: Pokemon Legends Arceus

Characters: Professor Laventon, Oshawott, Cyndaquil, Rowlet

Words: 1,174

Summary: Laventon tries to go over his research notes, but the energetic starter pokemon find out something new about him that they can’t help but use to have fun. Enjoy!

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Pokemon are playful creatures, especially when they’re little. Everything to them is like a game, and their curiosity piques with every new discovery.

In Professor Laventon’s office, three baby pokemon, Cyndaquil, Oshawott, and Rowlet, run around while he observes his research notes up on a chalkboard. Adorable squeaky giggling fills the room as the creatures play tag together, with Cyndaquil being the one giving chase to the other two pokemon. In order to avoid being caught, Oshawott takes a detour and dashes towards the professor to hide behind him. Laventon feels a tug at his pants leg and shifts his gaze down at the small creature.

“What are you up to?” Laventon smiles and kneels down to shorten the height difference between him and the otter-like creature, taking Oshawott’s little paws in his hands. Oshawott looks up at him and squeaks with their baby fangs showing in a grin. Curious about what the other two are talking about, Cyndaquil and Rowlet temporarily pause their game and trot over to join them. The water type hops up and down when he sees everyone gathered around, thinking that they could all play together. Laventon pats the creature’s head.

“Sorry Oshawott. I can’t play right now,” the professor responds, understanding what the creature is trying to ask. “I have work to do. You three go and play though.”

However, the baby pokemon is too energetic to hear Laventon’s words and hops forward in excitement, knocking the professor onto the ground. Laventon leans on his arms and looks at the lively little pokemon now standing on his stomach.

“Oshawott. I said I can’t play right now-Ah!”

Suddenly, Laventon jolts in his spot when Oshawott’s front paws accidentally poke into his belly. The little water pokemon pauses upon seeing this, unsure of what the cause of the professor’s reaction was. But before he could think any further, Laventon sits up and gently lifts the pokemon off of him to look into the creature’s oval eyes.

“Careful little one. I’m quite ticklish.”

The water type blinks at the professor’s explanation and looks over at his two pokemon friends to see their reactions, who also seem as surprised as he is. The starters stare at one another with their wide eyes, then all at once—they smirk. They each get the same idea for a new game now that they've discovered this fact about the professor.

Without warning, the three pokemon pounce forward, knocking Laventon onto his back again; and before he can realize what they're planning, Rowlet starts nuzzling into his neck, while Cyndaquil and Oshawott begin ticklishly snuggling into his torso.

“H-Hehey! Wahait a minute!” Laventon bursts out giggling. He lifts himself up on his arms and scrunches his shoulders to avoid the owl pokemon’s attack, however, it doesn’t guard him from the other two mischief makers that are poking at his middle. He sits all the way up and uses a hand to protect his stomach, but the water and fire type pokemon maneuver around his defenses, cuddling into his sides and ribs. Laventon wraps his arms around himself to try and cover any exposed area on his torso, which only allows Rowlet more access to flutter her fluffy feathers across his neck again.

“Come ohon you threehehe! Quihihit it!”

Laventon reaches behind him to try and move the bird pokemon away, but Oshawott sees the opening and wiggles into the professor’s underarm. Laventon yelps through his flood of giggles and clamps his arm down, still careful not to hurt the little creature below him. He’s stuck in their tickle attack and no matter which way he moves, the baby pokemon will sneak their way through to find a gap in his defenses. But the only way he’s going to escape, is if he fights back and plays at their own game.

“Ahahalright! Come here!” Laventon exclaims while he grabs the fire and water type to lie on the ground in front of him. The professor then scribbles his fingers into their fuzzy bellies, immediately making squeaky laughter come from the two baby pokemon. Rowlet sees her friends under attack, so she switches tactics to help them. She clings onto Laventon’s back and nuzzles herself under his arm, making the professor jump to the side upon feeling the grass type tickle him again. He gently grabs Rowlet to give her a taste of her own medicine, cradles the tiny bird with one arm, and uses his other hand to scribble into the bird’s tummy.

“Don’t think I forgot about you little one,” Laventon teases over the owl’s giggly chirps.

The other two pokemon recover and see the grass type falling to the same fate as they did. In order to save their friend, Oshawott runs behind the professor and climbs onto his back until he reaches his neck, then snuggles into the side to get Laventon giggling again. Meanwhile, Cyndaquil rushes over to poke at his torso, allowing Rowlet to be released when the professor tries to shield himself. The little owl then joins in again by fluttering down and ticklishly pecking at the man’s belly.

As the attack continues, Laventon tries to keep himself upright, but he ends up toppling over onto his side in an attempt to defend his ticklish spots. He rolls himself into a giggling ball as the starters take down the professor with their little game. Even the three little pokemon can’t help but laugh and smile alongside him as they all play together.

Just then, Cyllene walks into the office after hearing the commotion through the closed door and is greeted by the silly scene on the ground.

“Laventon?” Cyllene calls for him. The professor jolts upright and the pokemon freeze when they hear the voice of the Galaxy Team Captain. “What’s going on?” Cyllene continues to question.

“Ah! Cyllene!” the professor quickly regains his footing. “Everything’s fine. We were just playing, that’s all. One second I’m working, then the next I’m…Well you know the rest,” he rubs the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile. “My apologies if we distracted you from your duties.”

“It’s alright,” Cyllene responds, “I just wanted to know what was happening. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Bye Cyllene.” Laventon closes the door behind her, then turns around to face the three pokemon. He smiles and moves forward to kneel in front of them.

“Alright,” he pats Oshawott’s head, “We had our fun, but now it’s really time for me to get back to work.” The three pokemon nod in understanding, then run off to the other side of the room to play their own game. Laventon chuckles at them, surprised that the little creatures still have so much energy in them. He then goes back to his notes, all while the little pokemon happily squeak in the background.

Taking care of these little creatures can be a handful, but their playful energy is infectious. Eventually though, they’ll tucker themselves out from their games, then they’ll rest up for another day full of fun, smiles, and laughter.

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plainbrunettelbl · 5 years ago

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ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Pup Free

Word count: 1148

Warnings: None.

Title: ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Pup Free

Summary: You want a dog but Suki says no.

(Gif isn’t mine. Credit to the owner.)

💥-“I told you we are not getting a puppy!” Katsuki huffed, tearing away his eyes from the glass. Cute puppies wobbled around the glass pane in front of the store.

💥-“Why not! I’ll train them and everything.” You pouted, wiggling your finger at the playful puppy on the other side of the glass.

💥-“They are too loud and piss everywhere. Plus, I don’t even think our landlord allows them.” He grumbles, his hand goes to catch your wrist so he can pull you away from the pet shop.

💥-“No, they are! I asked them myself!” You whined but let him pull you away, with sad eyes you waved goodbye to the fluffy fur-balls.

***

💥-You were getting ready for bed. Ever since you had gotten home Suki noticed a change in your behavior. You were silent on the car ride home. He figured you were tired from a day of shopping that you dragged him into.

💥-You had both decided to order in for dinner and when he listed one of your favorite desserts in the order you quickly said, “It’s fine, Suki. I’m not feeling it today.”

💥-That’s when his Alpha started hassling him.

💥-You upset our Omega. He growled.

💥-I did not! He argued, silently recalling the day to see if he truly did upset you.

💥-His ruby eyes observed you more closely from then on out. You only picked at your dinner before quietly stating that you are going to head to bed early. You kissed him on the cheek before going to the bedroom to change out of your clothes and brush your teeth.

💥-You had comfortably settled in bed before he decided to ask you if you were feeling okay.

💥-“What’s wrong with you? Did someone piss you off or something?” He asked, glaring down at you.

💥-You softly sighed, “I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

💥-You rolled over with your back to him. Suki wouldn’t let you hide from him. Making sure you were happy and healthy was his top priority. He pulled you onto your back and straddled your hips.

💥-“No lying this time, Omega. What is wrong?” He growled, making sure to use his Alpha voice on you.

💥-You whined, trying to keep your mouth shut. He had more things to worry about than your small wishes.

💥-“Omega.” His growl was deeper.

💥-“I want a dog.” You huffed, sinking into the bed once the words were out.

💥-Suki blinked, “All of this over a mutt?” He said, looking down at you.

💥-He quickly regretted his words when your eyes went glossy and your lip started to tremble.

💥-“You are always away on missions! The apartment gets lonely when you are not here! I know we both agreed to be pup free but I still want to take care of something! As much as I don’t like the idea of having pups my instincts are still here.”

💥-“I want to have something to rely on me and give me unconditional love. Someone to snuggle with when you are gone. I want to talk to our dog instead of myself when I am alone in this apartment.”

💥-“I wanna take them on walks and dress them up in cute sweaters when the weather gets cold. I don’t want to feel so lonely!” You cried, sniffling loudly.

💥-Katsuki sat awkwardly at your hips.

💥-I told you, you upset her. His Alpha growled.

💥-Shut up! He hissed.

💥-“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have gotten a mutt today if I had known you were feeling this way.” He asked, leaning down he gently kissed away your tears before going over to your neck and scenting you.

💥-It calmed you instantly.

💥-“You have other things to worry about than me wanting a dog.” You said, leaning up to scent him back.

💥-Your brain immediately relaxed as his cinnamon scent filled your lungs.

💥-“Wrong. You come first. Always.” He said, rolling off you. He wasted no time pulling you to rest on his chest.

💥-“I guess I can allow a mutt into our home.” He relented, dropping a kiss to your head.

💥-You squealed, wiggling around in his grip to look him in the eyes.

💥-“Do you mean it, Alpha!” You yelled, pecking his lips just in case he changed his mind.

💥-“Yes. Now let’s go to sleep. I want a full night’s sleep before I have to sit through you cooing over puppies.” He grumbled, tucking you back to his chest and shutting his eyes.

💥-“Yes, Suki!” You grinned, purring into his chest. He responded with his own before you both fell asleep.

***

💥-“I thought you wanted a puppy.” He said, his eyes wide over the dog you wanted.

💥-He looked like one mean fucker and that was a lot coming from him.

💥-“I did want a puppy but that was before I saw him though!” You gushed, wrapping your arms around the big dog.

💥-His Alpha was growling at him to get you away from the beast.

💥-You had fallen in love with a three-year-old Rottweiler. Not just any Rottweiler, one that was sold into a fighting ring before they managed to recover him. The hulk of a dog had a massive scar running down one of his eyes and one of his ears was slightly chewed off.

💥-“Just look at him! His big brown eyes and chubby cheeks! He is perfect.” You exclaimed, lovingly rubbing your hands on said chubby cheeks.

💥-“I don’t feel like getting murdered in my own home.” He said, uneasy when the dog’s brown eyes met his.

💥-“What do you mean? Henry wouldn’t hurt a fly.” You argued, kissing him on his face.

💥-“Henry? You already named the thing!” He hissed, not liking that your face was so close to the beast’s mouth.

💥-“Henry isn’t a thing! He is a good boy.” You cooed, kissing him one more time before standing up and leading Henry away.

💥-The smitten mutt dutifully followed.

💥-“Where are you going?!” Kasuki asked, following you two like a lost pup.

💥-“I need to get his sweater size.”

Bonus:

💥-“So it took me three months for you to allow me into your nest but for him, it takes one day?” He pouted, looking down at you snuggled in your nest with Henry.

💥-“Yes.” You hummed, petting the dog on his head.

💥-He wanted to say more but the look of pure happiness on your face. He held his tongue but shot a glare the mutts way. Henry didn’t even give him the time of day.

💥-Henry smugly looked away and licked a kiss on his mom’s hand.

💥-Spoiled bastard.

💥-He supposed he should have seen this coming. You always did have a soft spot for rough-looking boys.

Just a small little fic that I got from a prompt list. Hope you enjoy!

Please be sure to leave a like and comment. I would love to hear your thoughts on it! 🧡🧡

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #Katsuki Bakugō #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha katsuki #fluff #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #bnha fluff #mha fanfiction #mha imagines #mha fluff #abo #Omega #Alpha #bnha omegaverse #omegaverse #mha omegaverse

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years ago

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there aren't enough Peter 3 and Gwen fics! Yours are amazing! They are my absolute favorite! I have one idea for them

Ler!peter3 lee!gwen

"So, this is your most ticklish spot..."

Anon: i had an idea for lee!gwen and ler!peter3

"You're so ticklish here.."

Maybe Gwen being most ticklish on her ribs or knees.

Warning: Romantic pairing, but the cute fluffy kind!

(Okay, I promise, I won't be doing this with every ask! I only did these last two because the requests were so similar :) Both Anons, thank you so much for your cute prompt ideas ❤️ I loved them both 😭 Enjoy!)

"So this is your most ticklish spot? You're so ticklish here!"

Gwen squealed and kicked out as Peter squeezed her knees. She had thought it was sweet when her boyfriend offered to rub her feet while they watched a movie. Her work week had been rough and her feet were sore from standing so much.

At first, the massage felt so relaxing that Gwen started to doze as Peter had worked his way up her leg. She jerked awake with a squeal when a hand experimentally squeezed her knee cap. "PEHETER!"

The grin she had seen let her know she was not getting out of this any time soon.

Peter pinned Gwen's leg and teased "Awww, you have such tickly little knees," as he traveled under her knee.

"NO!"

"No? You don't think these knees are ticklish."

"JEHERK!"

"What?" Three teased as he worked back down to her toes. "I'm just showing my girlfriend how much I wove her."

Gwen kept giggling as Peter moved away from her knees. "Noho, yohoure tortuhurig mehe!"

Three paused at her toes. "And it's not torturing when you do this to me?"

Gwen blushed. "Ihits cute!"

Peter smirked at his girlfriend. "Cute you say?"

"Yohou turn into a squeaky tuhurtle with the cuhuwest nose scwunches." Gwen grinned at the shock on her boyfriend's face. "Or aha cuwte wihittle piggy."

"Oh. I'll show you adorable."

Two fingers wrapped around Gwen's big toe.

"Wahait!"

"Too late!"

Peter wiggled his girlfriend's toe. "This little piggy went to market."

Gwen continued to squeal and laugh as her boyfriend worked through her toes. The childness mixed with the gentle tickles made Gwen happily laugh and made the stress from her work week melt away. Now she knew why Peter loved this so much.

"And this little piggy went . . ."

"Peheter."

Peter 3 squeezed Gwen's kneecap. "Wee! Wee! Wee! All the way home!"

Gwen squealed and wriggled as her most ticklish spot was attacked again. "PEHETER NAHAHA---."

Gwen snorted.

"Aw! Now whose a wittle cuwtie?" Peter teased as he paused his attack.

Gwen's blush darkened. "Yohour cuhuter."

"No you're cuter."

"No yohou!"

"No you."

Gwen sat up and leaned closer to her boyfriend. "No you're cuter!"

Peter leaned closer. "No you!"

Gwen wrapped a hand around the back of Peter's neck. "No . . . you."

Peter moved his arm to rest on Gwen's lower back. "No you."

Gwen closed the gap. "How about we call it a tie?"

"I can live with that." Three grinned.

"Me too," Gwen added.

Then she sealed their deal with a kiss.

#lee gwen stacey #ler peter 3 #ticklefic #romanticpairing

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theoreticslut · 4 years ago

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The Start of Something New // s.r.

spencer reid x reader

requested: nope! the first of seven (!!!) fics for my 2k writing challenge event!! I used the prompts “weddings” & “did you need something?”

summary: A wedding for a mutual friend might just be the start of something new for you.

word count: 2k

warnings: weddings, fluff

A/N: I LOVED writing this one so much! I’m kind of thinking about writing a second part to it, but i’m not sure yet. I’ve got a handful of other fics I’d rather get out beforehand. But if you want one, definitely let me know! I’d love to write more for spencer and I think it’d be really cute to show the progression of their relationship. Anyways, I hope you like this! & if you’d like to join the challenge, you can join up until this sunday!

“Oh wow, she looks gorgeous.” You whisper to Penelope, smiling when you catch sight of JJ’s smile.

She looks beyond happy to be marrying Will, and you couldn’t be happier for her. After what she’s been through, she deserves every moment of this.

“She does.” Penelope quietly coos, emotion overtaking her voice as she watches your guys’ friend.

“I can’t wait until your wedding day. I just know it’s going to be perfect.”

“My wedding day? Penelope, you’re dreaming.” You scoff, laughing at the idea. You couldn’t be any more single if you tried. Between this job and your deep-seated fear of abandonment, you have little ability to hold a relationship.

Sure, you’d love to have someone to come home to and to share yourself with, but the reality is that it’s not going to happen for a while. At least not until you do some serious work on yourself.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, muffin. I see the way you look at our young doctor.”

“Spencer?! No. You’re delusional now, Garcia.” You whisper-laugh, ignoring the light blush you can feel warming your cheeks.

“Am I though?” She retorts, giving you her knowing look before turning back to your friend as she makes her way down the aisle.

You shake your head, trying to ignore her as you turn your attention back to JJ, but you can’t help yourself from glancing towards Spencer.

You can’t deny that he’s cute in his own adorable way, but you wouldn’t say you're crushing on him or anything. He may fill your daydreams from time to time, but it doesn’t mean anything more than the fact that you spend a lot of time around him due to work and that you find him nice to look at.

Putting it out of your mind, you watch as JJ meets Will at the altar, both of them carrying bright smiles filled with love for the other. She really does deserve to be this happy.

It easily brings tears to your eyes as they say their vows, JJ herself getting watery eyes as Will slides the ring on her finger.

You can’t help but cheer as they’re finally allowed to kiss, both you and Penelope clinging to each other at the cuteness and overwhelming happiness of it all.

“Our girl is married, Penelope.” You sigh, pouting slightly although you couldn’t be happier.

“I know. It’s beautiful.”

“It really is. God, I’m so emotional right now.” You chuckle, carefully wiping at your watery eyes.

“How are you doing, momma?” Derek asks, his words directed at Penelope as he and Spencer join the two of you, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

“We’re emotional.” She chuckles as she wipes at her eyes as well.

“We can see that.” Derek laughs, squeezing his arm around her, attempting to console her.

“Did you know, biologically the reason you are so emotional right now is due to your parasympathetic system?” Spencer starts, demonstrating his brilliance once again. You’re not complaining, though, as you actually enjoy hearing his random knowledge.

“Psychologically, however, your emotional state could be due to an unconscious perception of helplessness or it could be to show vulnerability, solicit sympathy, advertise trust, or the need for attachment.”

“Alright, mr. smarty-pants. Ladies in this state just want consolation, yeah?” Derek retorts, drawing a laugh from both you and Penelope.

“We’re fine. It’s just such a happy event.” You chuckle, wiping yet another stray tear from your eye.

“That it is, y/l/n. JJ deserves this.”

“She does. I’m actually going to go find her and congratulate her. If you’ll excuse me.” You smile, dipping out of the conversation.

~.~

You can’t help but smile as you look over the small crowd, all of them basking in the happiness of the night.

It’s been a couple hours now and you still can’t believe that one of your best friends is now married to the love of her life. She is definitely one of the lucky ones to have found such a love, and to have such a beautiful kid with him too. You can only hope that you’ll have this one day too.

Thinking about your own special day, you can’t help but recall your earlier conversation with Penelope. Are you really looking at Spencer that differently that others can notice?

Sure, Penelope seems to be more observant than others, but you must be looking at Spencer differently for her to even consider you liking him, right?

Let’s say that you did like him, it’s not like he feels the same back. You are just coworkers, teammates. Sure, you could be considered friends, but it’s not like you spend much time together outside of the office.

“Are you alright, y/n?” You hear Spencer ask, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Yeah.” You smile, nodding lightly as you take a sip of the champagne that Rossi brought out for the event. It’s honestly amazing how perfectly he put this together. You don’t think it could be better if anyone else did it.

“Are you sure? It’s just, you seem like you’re pretty distracted over here.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking about a few things. Nothing important, though.”

He nods lightly, clicking his tongue as he gently rocks back on his feet. You can’t help the little quirk of your lips, entranced by the fluffy-haired boy.

“I’m sorry, did you need something? Or were you just, uhm, checking on me?”

He laughs a bit, looking down at the ground as he attempts to hide a smile. Even now you can’t help but find him adorable. It’s just who he is.

“Sort of. I, uh, I was wondering if you’d like to dance? With me?” He questions, blushing lightly as he watches you for a reaction, finding himself relieved when a soft smile finds its place on your lips.

“I’d love to, Spence.”

At his smile, you feel your own lips quirking up more. You set your glass down, letting him lead you out to the makeshift dance floor, joining your teammates as they all dance with each other.

You see Penelope give you a smirk and you just roll your eyes, turning your attention to Spencer as he wraps his arm around you.

“You look really nice tonight, by the way.” He smiles as he spins you around to the music.

“Thank you! You look very nice yourself, Spence.”

At your compliment, you notice him flush, smiling giddily. He doesn’t say anything, however, and you take it as he’s just not sure what to say.

You dance to another song, smiling and laughing occasionally, before Rossi decides to cut in - which you happily let him do as he’s been a father figure for you since you joined the BAU.

“You know, you and Einstein look good together.” He starts, nodding towards Spencer who joined in a dance with Penelope.

“Do we?” You chuckle, smiling as he nods.

“The next wedding I put together better be yours, kid.”

You can’t help the small laugh that leaves your body as you shake your head.

“I’ll make sure to inform you whenever that may happen, Rossi. I think you’re good for another few years, though.”

“You better. Now let me show you how to dance, because watching you was an eyesore.” He jokes, earning a boisterous laugh from you as you slap his arm.

~.~

By the end of the night, you’ve spent far more time dancing than your feet would have liked, but you can’t complain. You managed to snag a dance with each of your teammates, including JJ, who couldn’t stop smiling.

You had indulged on Rossi’s phenomenal cooking, and you even happened to miraculously catch the bouquet - which had earned cheers and more teasing from the girls.

Now, at nearly 1 am, you were beyond ready to get home and go to bed. You had had a wonderful time, having a bunch of fun with everyone, but you were tired and there was no denying it.

“JJ!” You call, spotting her at the refreshments table grabbing a drink.

“Y/n! Hey, how are you?”

“Good. How are you, JJ? God, I can’t believe you’re married now. I’m so happy for you, though.” You smile, grabbing a small glass of water for yourself.

“Amazing. This has been so...perfect. I can’t believe Rossi did all of this for us.” She chuckles.

“I know, it’s been such a wonderful night. I think I’m going to head home though, okay? I’ve danced myself out.”

“Oh, absolutely! Get home and get some sleep. I am so glad you were able to spend the night with us and celebrate.”

“Of course, JJ! I wouldn’t have missed it. You have a good rest of the night, yeah? I’ll see you on Monday.” You beam, pulling her into a hug.

“See you on Monday. Good night, y/n.”

You hug her goodbye before making your way around to the rest of the team. You're wishing Penelope and Derek a good night when Spencer joins the three of you.

“Are you leaving?” He directs to you, noticing how you’re hugging Penelope.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m exhausted. I’ll see you on Monday, alright spence?”

“Wait, I-if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head out with you?” He suggests.

“Oh, sure. I’m just catching a cab, though.” You explain, wanting to make sure he wasn’t planning on just catching a ride with you.

“Perfect, I’ll join you.”

“O-okay . Well, I still need to find hotch and Rossi.”

“No problem. I’ll see you guys on Monday.” Spencer waves, wishing Derek and Penelope a goodnight.

“You too, pretty boy. Behave on the ride home, yeah?” Derek smirks, winking at the two of you.

You silently groan, rolling your eyes as Penelope smacks his arm but is laughing along with him.

Spencer nods awkwardly, looking more than confused, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he follows along behind you as you make your way through the small crowd to find hotch or Rossi.

“Spencer. Y/n. Are you heading out?” You hear hotch ask as you’re still trying to weave through the few guests still celebrating.

Pausing, you turn to find hotch and his guest - beth - smiling happily.

“Hotch. Yeah, We were actually trying to find you to say goodbye.” You smile, looking between him and Beth as she holds onto his arm gently.

“Ah, well I’ll see you both on Monday then. I’m glad you’ve stayed awhile.” He smiles, nodding politely at the both of you.

“Me too. It’s been wonderful, especially seeing JJ so happy. Rossi really did a wonderful job.”

“He certainly knows how to throw a celebration together. Have a good night, both of you.”

“You too, hotch. Beth, it’s been wonderful to meet you.” You smile, nodding politely as Spencer says his goodbyes.

You eventually find Rossi, wishing him a goodnight and talking for a few moments while Spencer finds Emily and JJ. Within a few minutes, though, you’re both making your way down Rossi’s driveway, laughing lightly as you stumble in your heels.

“Do you want to take those off?” Spencer questions, steadying you as you stumble a little more.

“When I get home. A cab should be here soon, Rossi called one for us.”

“Sounds good. Thank you for letting me catch a ride with you.”

“Anytime, Spence. Having you come with actually makes me feel safer taking a cab this late at night.”

“I’m glad?” He chuckles, not really sure what to say to that.

“You really do look nice tonight, y/n.” He compliments after a moment.

“Thank you. I don’t get to dress up often, but it’s kind of fun.”

“You’re good at it.” He mumbles, but you hear him, a shy smile finding its way onto your face.

All this time you thought that he couldn’t possibly like you as anything more than a friend, but here he is saying things like this. You can’t help but wonder if maybe he does like you.

As the cab pulls up, however, and he opens the door for you, helping you in before getting in himself, you don’t mind finding out if there is a possibility that you could be walking down the aisle soon enough. You especially don’t mind as he carefully interlinks your hands in the middle of the backseat, after motioning for you to rest your head on his shoulder upon seeing you yawn.

Maybe, just maybe, the rest of the team knows what they’re seeing between the two of you that you had failed to notice before now.

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General - @jillys-feral-fandoms @your-hispanichufflepuff @yikesyikesyikes95 @livvysnaps @i-love-scott-mccall

Spencer - @stoopidwithtwohoes @harrysboo28 @roonilwazlibswhore @justfangirlingoverhere

#theweasleyslut's 2k writing challenge #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #cm fanfic #criminal minds fluff #cm fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years ago

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❄️Week 1: December 9-15❄️

stars in the city ch. 10 by @parkrstark (Pt. 3 of constant as the stars above)

Summary: Peter and Steve are finally settling into their new life with Tony. Recovery isn't always a straight line, especially with a four-year-old, but they're trying their best. Their newfound fame has Steve juggling between his private life and the one plastered on the front page of every tabloid. He shouldn't have been surprised that the public didn't believe in his rags to riches love story. Tony usually makes it easier for him to handle it all. Until he starts to distance himself from Steve, as if now he's the one hiding something. And Steve is left wondering if he's about to lose Tony for good this time.

Relationships/Tropes: Stony, Irondad, Papa Steve, Homeless Peter Parker, Homeless Steve Rogers, No Powers AU, (Coffee Shop AU??? Sorta)

Review: This fic just always makes my heart ache in the best way. So much fluff, so much angst, it's a perfect balance that I'm just absolutely in love with!

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Devils Roll The Dice ch. 9 by @ephemeralstark

Summary: “I miss you Mr. Stark,” Peter admitted as he stared up through the leaves overhead at the stars that twinkled promisingly at him, “I wish you were back here. I would give anything to fix things, I would give anything for you to be alive today.” What Peter didn't know, as he made that wish and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall shamefully, was that the Universe was always listening, and it was dangerous to make a wish and offer up anything. - Tony Stark wakes up in his bed one morning, not realising that months have passed since his death - that's going to be awkward to explain to the world. Peter Parker has been living on the streets, trying to hide his identity as the entire world wants Spider-Man dead, and dealing with the trauma that Beck left him. To make things worse - it's now his fault that yet another bad guy thinks they're entitled to owning Earth.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Spideychelle, Pepperony, Happy Hogan/May Parker, Homeless Peter Parker, Post-FFH, Post-Identity Reveal, Tony Stark Comes Back To Life

Review: Oh man this fic is so sad and so sweet, I love it so much! I love how it combines Peter's trauma after Mysterio with his reaction to finding out that Tony is alive again, it's just so creative!

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His Heart Bloomed Sunflowers (and he wore them on his skin) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 24 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Peter honestly didn't know how no one had discovered his tattoos yet. He wasn't broadcasting them but he wasn't exactly being the most subtle either. Although he was partly grateful for it since he was dreading what would happen when May on Tony saw them. But he was pleasantly surprised at the reactions that he got when he was found out. Peter had expected anger, disappointment, maybe annoyance at the very least. What he got was far from that. (A sequel to Comfortember Day 4. Anxiety) Comfortember Day 29. Make/Build/Create Something Beautiful

Relationships/Tropes: Minor Spideychelle, Tattoos, Comfortember

Review: I love this fic so much! I loved the description of how the flowers wilted when the ones he'd drawn had faded, and how the ones he got tattooed never wilted again :']

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I’ll drive all night (to keep them warm) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 23 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: For the next hour they tried to calm Morgan again but, just like the rest of the day with Tony and Pepper, nothing was working. No teething rings, gel, nothing. The little girl was just well and truly grumpy, tired, and sore.

Suddenly an idea came to Peter and he turned to Tony and Pepper.

"Can I try something?"

They both nodded at him, prompting him to continue with his idea.

"Can I take her for a drive?" He asked. "I'm not sure if it'll work but Ben used to do it for me when I was younger and it always calmed me down."

Comfortember day 28. Car Ride

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Baby Morgan, Car Rides, Comfortember

Review: This one was so cute! I love Peter being a good big brother to baby Morgan, and I relate to finding trips in the car relaxing and nice :D

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It’s What Brothers Do by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 22 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Morgan was somehow full of even more energy than usual that day and wanted to see if she could do the monkey bars that were attached to the jungle gym herself. Before Peter could stop her, she had already grabbed hold of the first one and let herself swing towards the next one.

But the little girl had misjudged just how heavy swinging your own body weight was and almost immediately started falling. Peter shot forward from his place on the ground, jumping and diving, just managing to catch her before they both hit the grass of the park grounds. Comfortember Day 27. Park

Relationships/Tropes: Minor Pepperony, Peter & Morgan, Irondad, Peter Protects Morgan, Comfortember

Review: Another cute Big Brother Peter fic! I love that Peter was really protecting Morgan in this one, he loves her enough to put himself in harm's way to protect her

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The Burger Debate by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 21 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Tony and Peter shared a lot of similarities, there was no doubt about it. A lot of their mannerisms were the same, personality quirks (especially in the lab), occasional recklessness, selfless hero personas, etc etc. However, one thing they didn't share was their taste in burgers. Whenever the topic came up there was a friendly, yet heated, 'disagreement' as Tony called it. No matter what anyone ever told him, Tony thought that a cheeseburger was the holy grail of burgers. And Peter, well… he happened to think the same only for chicken burgers.

Comfortember Day 26. Junk Food

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Infinity War Compliant, Not Endgame Compliant

Review: This was so sweet and so sad, especially the part where Tony couldn't eat burgers while Peter was snapped because it hurt him too much. It showed his grief really well

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Career Day Drabble by @jen27ny

Summary: uncle happy and uncle rhodey come to peter’s career day

Relationships/Tropes: Happy & Peter, Rhodey & Peter, Happy & Rhodey, Minor Irondad, Career Day

Review: I loved this story so much! I really appreciate seeing some nice Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy content!!

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Gifts by @wayward-fairchild (Pt. 5 of Holiday Collection 2020)

Summary: Rhodey and Tony have been together to the point Rhodey sees the kids as his own. Maybe that is why the kids agree to help with Rhodey's biggest gift to Tony yet.

Relationships/Tropes: Rhodey & Tony, Irondad, Rhodey & Peter, Christmas, Kid Peter

Review: This was just absolutely adorable! I love some Irondads content and this was very sweet

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evermore by @lyssismagical

Summary: Just a Solid Vent Fic. I wanna do 30 days of Taylor Swift-inspired fics (folklore and evermore) lmao but idk yet we’ll see lemme know tho

Relationships/Tropes: Spideychelle, Irondad, Peter Overworks Himself

Review: I loved this one a lot! I definitely relate to Peter with tending to overwork myself during school and letting other things fall away, and then feeling quite exhausted after it's all over haha. I'm glad MJ and Tony were able to help him <3

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Two Hours Spent Cuddling by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 2 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: A giant snowstorm takes out the power in the tower. While waiting for the backup generator to come up, the Stark-Rhodes family finds a way to stay warm.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: I. Love this story. So much. I haven't seen very many stories that center around Rhodey being a father-figure to Peter, and this one definitely filled all my desires for such a story! It's so fluffy and sweet, and I loved every word :D

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Three Stark-Rhodes’ Decorating by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: Tony, Rhodey, and Peter Stark-Rhodes begin decorating for the holiday season.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: This story was absolutely adorable! It was another featuring Papa Rhodey and Dad Tony with Little Peter, and it was so well done! I love that Tony's robots and JARVIS each get a stocking hung over the fire too, and the way Peter pronounce ornaments as "orminents" was so cute!!!

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Four Poorly Wrapped Presents by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: Peter has two presents each for his Daddy and his Papa. The only problem was, he had no idea how to wrap them. He figures the Avengers could help.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Avengers Family, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: This was so sweet! Clint, Nat, and Steve treat Peter with such sweetness, and it made my heart all fuzzy and warm <3

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f00tball-imagines · 3 years ago

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Clandestine Meetings - James Rodríguez

Player: James Rodríguez

Word count: 1.280

Prompt: “Hello, can the next swap sunday projects be another part of Illciit Affairs (for you) and a sequel to Mirrorball (for Laura)? ✨” (Request by Anon)

A/N: Another Swap Sunday, another angsty James piece! ✨💗 This story is a sequel to @alltoolewin’s Mad Woman-inspired imagine 🥰 If you’re new here, you should read my Illicit Affairs fic first, though! 💖

His name lights up on my phone screen. Which lights up my pitch black bedroom. James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet. Because a single red one would have been inappropriate. I know damn well that my name in his phone isn't even a name. Just my first initial. Not even a full stop after it. A lonesome letter. Because apparently, that's much less suspicious.

James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet wants to know whether I'm still awake at this ungodly hour. After not talking to me for two whole weeks. "Yes," I type into the message box. I'm a fucking fool for texting back. I hit send. I hit my head against the wall. I'm in love with a married man who's kicking a ball around for a living. Who possibly can't and won't love anything or anyone that isn't his daughter. I'm a fucking mess. Please, James, get a pair of glasses, another one, a better one. What do you even want from me? I can't drink from a can unless someone's asking the waiter for a straw. I can't ask waiters for straws because I'm goddamn shy. I can't. I just can't. So why can't James find himself someone better?

My phone vibrates twice. Three simple letters. A "W", a "Y" and a "D". And a lonely question mark. I don't know who's teaching him English slang, abbreviations, the cool stuff. I don't even know why he's pretending to be cool. As I said, the man kicks a ball around for a living. That's not cool. That's fucking weird, now that I'm thinking about it.

"Nothing." What would I be doing at three in the morning? I spend my nights staring at my ceiling unless we're having sex. He knows that. "You?" Did I ask out of common courtesy or do I really want to know what's keeping him awake tonight?

He replies right away. "I'm in bed, I just can't fall asleep."

"Try drinking some tea. That helps."

He sends me an emoji, the facepalming one. I have to laugh, I really cannot help it, but I do find it hilarious when grown-ass men unironically use anything more than just a normal smiley or the occasional thumbs up. James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet ups the ante then. "You're a pain in the ass, princesa."

"You're a pain in-" I stop in my tracks. In my fucking vagina. I delete what I've written so far, just to type it out again. "You're a pain in general, Jamesito." I find myself giggling into the darkness. "My aches are developing aches because of you." I add the one emoji with the bandaged head, then I hit send.

"Want me to kiss it better?" It should've been "you're a pain in my vagina". Definitely.

"James, you're being silly. It's half past three. Go to sleep."

"Told you I'm fucking restless. Talk to me." Pouty puppy-eyed emoji. Dude, please!

I sigh, putting the phone down for a second. Yeah, sure. All of a sudden, I'm interesting again. Because there isn't anything else to entertain him. Of course. I should've known. "What about?" My text immediately is marked as read, homeboy isn't even closing our chat in-between messages it seems. I should be flattered, but instead, I just feel like there's something weird about this. Like, why don't you talk to your wife? Why aren't you on video call with your daughter? It's barely nine in Medellín, I know that. Of course I know that, I've pinned Colombia's local time to my home screen.

"Can I call you?"

You have a fucking phone in your hand. You certainly can. "No. Come over." I hate myself for putting myself through that. I hope he's got somewhere to be in the morning. I can't help but wish for him to turn me down.

"Now?"

Now... Now it's my turn to send him a facepalming emoji. No. Next Christmas, dummy.

"Okay," he replies after a split second. Okay, I'm coming over? Okay, cool, a stupid little emoji? Okay, fuck off? Okay what? Another second passes. Buzz buzz. "I'll be there in ten."

"Drive safe," my fingers type out. Crash that fucking car. After running me over, of course. End our misery. Please and thank you. I roll out of bed to put on some pants. He can deal with my washed out tee, he's seen worse. My naked body, for example. I stumble into the bathroom to pile on mascara, to take the fluffy, pink scrunchie out of my hair, to wash the thin film of cold sweat off my forehead. I don't know nervousness when it comes to him. There's just... anxiety. Every time we have one of our little fall-outs, my amount of working braincells gets reduced by two.

I sit down on the toilet lid to catch my breath. I'm gonna get dicked down and then discarded. It's okay, I'm used to it. I'm a one-trick-pony. But I'm just so good at that one trick that James keeps on crawling back to me. The pinkish polish on my nails is starting to chip, so I decide to adorn my fingers with a few rings to distract from that. They look cheap, they were cheap, but I consider them cute, so it's alright.

I don't like texting after my autocorrect has dubbed him Hummus not once, not twice, but several times. He doesn't like calling as his stutter tends to get worse on the phone. So this is nice. The real thing is always nice. "I missed you," he rasps with his arms still wrapped around my torso. "I missed you, too," I whisper back. Lies. I spent a long, long time cursing his name, relatively sure that I would never be moaning it again, that we were over and done. "I still haven't said Happy New Year," he states the obvious. We haven't spoken since Christmas. "No," I confirm, shaking my head. It was the worst New Year's Eve of my life. I've seen the pictures Daniela had posted on her Instagram. At least James has had a great time, apparently.

"Sorry. I thought I should leave you alone." Yes. Because that's the easy way out. "But... Happy New Year. I guess."

"Thanks. To you, too." It truly feels like New Year's. Waiting for the big something, just to end up disappointed because the big something turns out to be some underwhelming bullshit. "Better late than never." There's still snow on the streets, so it's alright, I guess.

"Yes."

"You're fucking annoying, James."

"Oh. Why?" And fucking stupid as well.

"Did you really come over to stand around in my hallway and wish me a Happy New Year? What are you? A caroler?"

"You told me to come."

"I'm not used to you doing as you're told." I force a laugh. I'm not used to niceties and such. I'm used to... the bad stuff.

He just shrugs. He's so unbelievably apathetic, I hate it! "You have the place to yourself tonight?"

"No. You're here with me." I know quite well that he was referring to my roommate. Who, in fact, is staying with her boyfriend for the weekend. I know quite well that he only asked because he is the furthest thing from an exhibitionist I could imagine.

"Ah. Yes. True." So damn stupid! I wish I could get up and leave. But I'm already standing and there's no way to escape my own apartment. "Well?" I ask in an awful attempt to make conversation. Well, he's gonna fuck me. He's gonna break my heart once again and I'm gonna like that. We've been there before. And we're gonna be there time and time again.

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forevfangirlwrites · 4 years ago

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Okay so Percabeth and winter activities sledding, building a snowman, baking cookies, hot chocolate etc. because Percy was kidnapped so they could do them the first year they were dating and they had college and stuff so domestic Percy realizing this and wanting those experiences with Annabeth so he plans them out? Idk

It doesn’t hit him until his mom tells him that they’re taking Estelle sledding.

When was the last time he went sledding?

Between two wars, getting kidnapped, and college, there hadn’t been that much time to go sledding. A simple sentiment sure, a lot of adults don’t go sledding, but he had lost his childhood to a prophecy.

His mother catches the shift in his mood and raises an eyebrow as she hands him some hot chocolate. She wants to know what’s up, but he truly believes that bringing up his “had-to-grow-up-to-fast” story would completely sour the mood.

“Can we come?” he asks instead.

“Of course!” Sally responds quickly. “You and Annabeth are always welcome to come.”

He hadn’t realized he had lumped Annabeth with him, it’s second nature at this point, but it brings up an even bigger question. When was the last time she’d gone sledding?

Had she ever gone sledding?

He doesn’t know the answer but considering she’s been right by his side through the wars and college and all, it’s probably a negative.

He makes plans for the following day, hugs his mom and sister and walks out the door with more thoughts than he had expected.

Their apartment isn’t too far so he opts to walk, braving through the cold, in an attempt to gather the series of revelations that had occurred to him.

What other winter activities had they missed out on? Luckily, Christmas and New Years had been covered, but sledding is just the tip of the iceberg.

Building snowmen, for example, had they ever done that? Given Camp’s magical weather border, he doesn’t think so. And what about ice skating? Couples are always doing that kind of stuff.

Was he a bad boyfriend for not taking her on the quintessential ice-skating date??

Realistically, he knows he isn’t a bad boyfriend. But with ideas in his head, he knows how he can be a better one.

He’s still smiling when he comes through the door. Annabeth runs up to greet him.

“What’s up?” she asks, eyes subtly roaming his body and he knows she’s checking for signs of a battle.

He does the same, but in that moment, it hurts that she even has to think that way. She’s been on the lookout since she was seven, all he wants is that for one day she doesn’t have to be.

“We’ve got plans tomorrow.”

“What plans?” Her eyebrows crease in question in the most adorable way and he forgoes answering for kissing her because, well, he can.

-.-

“All these layers, I know it’s cold, but what gives?”

Percy thinks Annabeth is smart enough to figure out where they’re going, can see the vague idea forming in her head, but she wants him to confirm it.

He doesn’t, just taking her hand instead.

“Annabeth, I know you’re the planner and strategist and all that, but let me plan one date.” He smiles to let her know he doesn’t mean it and she playfully pouts back, shoulders easing into a more relaxed position.

She’s giving up her need for control on this one. It’s a testament to how well she knows him because clearly something about him is screaming that he wants this day to go well.

Estelle spots them before he does.

“Nannabeth!” she screams, running up to them as Percy pretends to be hurt by the preferential treatment from his younger sister. Annabeth sticks her tongue out at the display, bending down to give her a hug.

But a second later, Estelle yells, “Percy!” in the same delighted screech and he gets a hug of his own.

“There you are! We have another sled but Estelle is afraid to go down,” his mother explains, walking up to them with Paul in tow.

“We’ll go first so she can see that it’s fun,” Percy replies, grabbing a sled while beckoning Annabeth and Estelle over.

“Watch this, Este, Annabeth and I are about to sled down the hill!”

His sister watches as he sits down, holding the sled in place for Annabeth to climb in front.

“No! Percy!” Estelle is clearly still scared but Annabeth turns to shoot her a thumbs up a second before he lets go and gravity does the work.

“WOOOOOO!” The scream isn’t even for Estelle anymore, he’s just truly having a blast. It also helps that Annabeth is right in front of him and despite the wind he can feel her warmth.

They slow to a stop at the end, falling sideways into the snow. Annabeth turns to look at him and he sees her face for the first time since they started.

Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, she’s wearing the biggest grin he’s seen in a while. It makes his heart flutter and he’d kiss her if he wasn’t also grinning as much.

They stand up and Percy waves to Estelle at the top as they make their way back up the side.

“I haven’t gone sledding since I was like four years old,” Annabeth says breathlessly. “Thanks, Percy.”

He doesn’t think he can respond with how his throat is choking up at the genuineness of her voice. Luckily, he doesn’t have to because Estelle is rushing over.

“That was SO much fun!” Annabeth says with the same wide smile to her worried little face.

Needless to say, one go down the hill with Percy, and Estelle is screaming with joy demanding to go again with Annabeth this time.

About twenty minutes in, they manage to get Sally and Paul to go down the hill.

“Last ride,” his mother tells them about an hour later. “Estelle’s nap time is coming up.”

Naturally, Estelle doesn’t want to go but they split up the two sleds, so Percy takes one and Annabeth and Estelle get the other.

“Race you down,” he challenges.

“We’re so gonna win,” Annabeth replies, looking down at Estelle who’s beyond hyped about the race.

“Yeah!”

Paul counts them down. “3, 2, 1, GO!”

The girls win.

Estelle shrieks in joy and Annabeth has the flushed beam on her face. It brings back the memory of the first time she ever kissed him, standing in a chariot, surrounded by victory. He has to physically resist the urge to kiss her right then as he pretends to slump in defeat.

“That was a lot of fun,” Annabeth says once they wave the other three goodbye.

“It’s not over yet.”

“It’s not?” She tilts her head to the side, but he just smiles, turning to scan the park for a good spot.

“Nope! Come on!” Her hand in his, he pulls her to a small section of the field covered in snow. Reaching down, he pats some into a sizable ball and starts to roll.

“Help me,” he says looking up at her. Her eyes are full of amusement, but she drops down beside him to start packing in snow.

“A snowman?”

“He’s not just a snowman! Don’t listen to her Greg.”

Annabeth pulls more snow together, building up the base. “Who’s Greg?”

“Our snowman, duh!”

She stops mid roll to look over at him with a raised eyebrow. “Why is his name Greg?”

Percy doesn’t stop mid roll to answer. “Because that’s just his name. Why is your name Annabeth?”

She shakes her head, a smile still gracing her face, and returns to her work.

Just as Percy thought, building a snowman is right up Annabeth’s alley. If she can design Olympus, she can create the best snowman ever and there’s a glimmer in her eyes as she studies the creation.

He can’t help but stare, only stopping when she sends him out to find some sticks for hands.

By the time he’s back with the sticks, she’s miraculously dug out a few rocks for the face.

They stand back to look at Greg.

“He’s so handsome!” Annabeth exclaims happily.

“But not more than me, right?”

She turns to meet his eyes, the smile turning into a smirk. “Um….”

Percy makes a face, stepping back to throw a snowball right at her chest. Well, he’d been aiming for the face but aiming had never been his strong suit and he’d always opted out of archery.

Something he regrets now, because Annabeth’s aim is much better, and her snowball does hit him in the face.

Cold washes over his nose and cheeks and he turns, scandalized at Annabeth’s giggling form. It’s almost cute enough to prevent his retaliation…almost.

The snowball fight doesn’t last long, mostly because Annabeth breaks out into laughter and can’t seem to stop. It’s too contagious for even Percy to hold back.

“Who even won?” Annabeth asks, still giggling as he wraps his arms around her.

“Greg.”

They both turn to look at the snowman.

“Yeah, sounds about right,” Annabeth agrees, as they bid farewell to Greg and start walking out of the park.

The best part of winter in NYC is that the street vendors just turn to selling hot chocolate, especially near ice skating rinks, so he buys two cups for them to warm up as they watch the ice skaters.

Annabeth holds the cup to her lips, covering her face in steam, but he still sees her eyes watch the ice skaters.

“You want to go?” He asks.

She turns to look at him. “Something tells me you’ve planned for us to go.”

“Only if you want to, we’ve done a lot today.”

“Tomorrow?” She asks hopefully.

“Of course.” As if he could say no to her.

-.-

“Thank you for today,” Annabeth says later that night as she slips into bed beside him.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

She cuddles close. “Yeah I do, I’ve got the best boyfriend ever.”

He wraps and arm around her and pulls her even closer. “I’m just glad you had fun.”

Annabeth’s arm drapes across his chest, hand stopping right over his heart. “I did, and I figured out why my name is Annabeth.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Cause it fits with Percy so nicely. Percy and Annabeth, they just go together.”

This time he doesn’t—can’t—stop himself from kissing her.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! It was such a cute fic to write! I haven’t written canon Percabeth in a while either, so it was even better. Sorry it took a while to write, but I hope you liked this fluffy oneshot! Thanks again!

#percy and annabeth #percabeth #percabeth fic #canon percabeth #percabeth fanfiction #fluff #cute

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f1-disaster-bi · 4 years ago

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Hey! Saw you prompt request post. First those are really cute prompts, it was so hard to choose. Can I ask for a hand holding 6, hugs 10,kisses 39 with schulott. Can it be in one fic. Thanks!

Those prompts are so cute! They’re the reason I decided to open my requests for the first time because they’re so sweet!

And you requested one of the sweetest couples that I am soft for for some of my favourite prompts on the list! It’s a little bit angsty, but also a lot fluffy!

Drop a like or kudos!

Mick/Callum -Comfort

Mick felt sick as he made his way back to his hotel room, feeling more alone than he ever had in this sport he loved.

Guenther’s words rang around his head, the beady stare as fixed on him as he told him plainly that despite getting the better results in the first four races of the season, he was not the team priority. That they had fought to gain him from Ferrari because they needed the sponsors and a known name for the media to focus their attention on.

Although the words had been prettier, Guenther had basically told Mick what he had known all season: that he was Haas’s scapegoat.

He didn’t even have the energy to fight it. He had simply sat there, ignoring his teammate who was grinning at him. Staring at him as if he were a shark and Mick was bleeding in the water when everyone knew he was nothing but a small fish that the grid was tearing apart every weekend.

All Mick had done was ask a simple question about why his strategy, as the leading car out of the team, seemed to lack any push to it despite Mick having figured out by the fourth race of the season how to stabilize the car in a way that allowed him to fight the Williams and sometimes, the lower placed car of normally mid-field teams.

A part of him had known when he had asked what the answer would be, especially as his race engineer and strategist looked away. Almost as if they were too ashamed to face Mick, not that he would ever blame them for doing their jobs. He understood not risking their livelihood by helping him, but it had still stung as he was dismissed from the meeting and told he wasn’t needed for the rest of the day.

It had been a trip from the track back to his room. The evening stretching on before him and the streets sleepy as the sun set, only the odd car or taxi passing him until he was stumbling into the elevator and avoiding his own reflection in the shiny walls.

He kept his eyes fixed on the carpet, listening to the elevator music play faintly in the background as he tried not to let the thoughts in.

He practiced his breathing techniques that his mother had thought him. Focusing on breathing in for three, holding for five and releasing for ten, and pushing thoughts of his failure from his mind.

Although the little voice in the back of his head told him once more that the articles were right, that he would never live up to the Schumacher name and his F2 title came at the freak series of bad luck that his competitors suffered throughout 2020 despite his own career highlighting his strength as a driver.

All the little comments under Haas posts, from Twitter and from articles had slowly begun to get under his skin, dislodging the quiet confidence he had always carried with him in the feeder series and picking at wounds he had carried all his career due to the weight of the name her carried.

As he reached his door, fingering the key card and mind wandering, Mick thought to himself that maybe he couldn’t do this. That he was a driver that achieved young and wasn’t cut out for the harsh realities of Formula One.

Ferrari had kept him wrapped in bubble wrap, supporting him at every turn. It had made him secure in his drive, but now in the unforgiving reality of Formula One, Mick was wondering if it was worth it.

If he deserved it.

He sighed, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, knowing that even with the pain and frustration he was feeling right now, it would always be worth it.

As much as he loved his peace and wanted to be left alone, he wouldn’t give up racing for the world.

It was a discussion he had had with himself multiple times, and as he pushed into the room, tossing his cap onto the shelf beside the door and toeing off his trainers, he still had the same answer as always.

It was worth the pain.

Even if the sport he loved just didn’t love him back right now.

However, movement caught his eyes, drawing him from his melancholy pity party to someone that did love him back without any conditions or self-serving expectations.

Mick tried to supress the tears as Callum moved from the couch the couch, the taller wearing one of Mick’s pastel hoodies that despite Callum’s height, hung loose on his slimmer frame. The Brit’s hair was wild, the other having obviously not brushed it with having no appearances today now that the race weekend was over and the grey sweatpants, he wore looked soft and cosy.

‘What’s up buttercup?’, Callum asked softly, holding his arms out as Mick all but stumbled into him, a soft noise escaping the German’s throat, ‘Hey, hey, don’t trample me. I might not be driving next weekend, but I’d like not to be broken Mr. Schumacher’.

Mick would normally laugh at the teasing or roll his eyes, but instead he tucked his face into Callum’s neck, hiding himself in the crook of it as he wrapped his arms around the Brit’s waist and held him close.

It was safe tucked away in Callum’s arms, his face hidden from his boyfriend’s worried gaze and the weight of the world shared between two instead of lying just on Mick as the other held him softly, his touches gentle and comforting. Every movement filled with love and reassurance as Callum let Mick hide and collect himself, just rubbing a hand up and down his back softly and waiting for the other to be ready to speak to him.

Mick wasn’t sure how long he stood there, face tucked away and just breathing in the scent of his sandalwood bodywash on the others skin and letting that soft warmth settle in his stomach as it always did when Callum was nearby.

‘I knew they only signed me for my name and sponsors, but hearing them say it, that I wasn’t the priority when it came to strategy hurts’, Mick whispered into the skin of Callum’s neck, feeling guilty for complaining when truly, his boyfriend had gotten the short end of the Haas stick.

‘They’re absolute pricks’, Callum stated, pressing Mick closer to him, holding him tighter, ‘You are more than a name or sponsors…. you’re a damn good driver, and you aren’t half bad to look at naked either’.

The joke caught Mick off guard, making him giggle as he pulled back to look at Callum in disbelief as the Brit smiled proudly at him. Delighted in having succeeded in making Mick laugh despite the still tense set to his shoulders as Callum pressed a kiss against his forehead, making Mick smile slightly.

‘There he is, that’s the handsome bastard I fell head over heels for’, Callum muttered, ducking to kiss Mick softly.

His hands were still gentle where they had settled on Mick’s hips and the kiss was soft, almost comforting as Callum just held him. The kiss didn’t demand anything, wasn’t for Callum to distract Mick. It was a simple kiss that spoke gently to him; telling him Callum was here, that he loved him, that he was worth more than Haas.

‘You think I’m good enough? Even with all the little mistakes I’ve made in races’, Mick muttered against Callum’s lips, seeking the comfort he desperately needed as Callum drew him into another soft kiss.

The other’s hand had slipped up to cup Mick’s neck, fingers playing with the short hairs at the base of his skull. The other reach of one of Mick’s, pulling it from where it was resting on Callum’s shoulder to hold in between them. His thumb rubbing over Mick’s knuckles in calming motions, making him relax further.

‘You are more than enough Mick, and if Haas can’t see that, then fuck them, because everyone else can see it and we know it’s the car and the team’, Callum reassured, squeezing the back of his neck gently as he pulled back to press a kiss to his forehead.

Mick nodded, closing his eyes, and letting the words sink in as Callum stood there, a pillar of comfort and strength when Mick felt he had been knocked to the ground and reduced to four inches tall.

‘Thank you, for believing in me’, Mick whispered, the words lost between them as Callum squeezed his hand softly before kissing him soundly once more before pulling back and letting go of Mick’s neck.

‘Anytime baby, now come on, there’s a new episode of that show you like, and I ordered some cheat day pizza because I felt like you’d need some comfort today’, Callum smiled, tugging Mick to the couch.

Mick let himself being gentle manoeuvred until he was sitting in Callum’s lap, head resting on his shoulder where he could tuck his face into the crook of his neck.

They ate their pizza one handed, the other tangled together with Callum’s thumb still brushing his knuckle as they traded jokes and kisses between bites of pizza, a reminder that Callum was there. That he had someone that believed in him even when the world tried to make it hard to believe in himself.

Mick couldn’t change how the world or even Haas viewed him, but he knew he would never need to as long as he had Callum by his side.

#f1 #formula one fic #f1 fics #callum ilott #mick schumacher #schulott #mick/callum #fomrula one #prompt request

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spacebunnywrites · 5 years ago

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Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash... I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader

Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy

Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love

Word Count: 2930

QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot... dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.

His username had been Fenk8, of which you weren't certain why. The penpal website was known for people seeking out more adult interactions, but you hadn't been looking for that. Not at first, really. Charming messages such as, "Hey sweet thing" and "If we were the alphabet I'd put U and I together" changed that slightly. The message that made you laugh the most had been the U and I joke. Corny pickup lines were the way into your heart. Of course you had to respond with your own corny pickup line, "Did you just shock me, or was it your electric personality?" Of course he freaked out a little at that, which you didn't understand. Fenk8 got a little wiggy when anything mentioning electric personalities was brought up. So you tried to avoid it. But you couldn’t help that he sparked your interest.

>>Hey sweetness. Birthday cake can be any flavour. But birthday cake is a flavour

>>What is up, hot stuff? The opposite of waterfall is firefly.

>>My sugarcube, the oldest person alive was born with an entirely different set of humans around.

>>Technichally… if we made everything legal the crime rate would be zero. I'M JUST SAYING!

>>Woah, sunshine… if we can't see air… can fish see water?

>>Orange is the only colour you can taste. I'm just saying.

Every conversation started with something random. Something that had you scratching your head, or made your eyes go wide because holy fuck he wasn't wrong. It was chaotic, but you loved it. He also tried out different pet names most of the time. Your favourite was Sugarcube. It was cute and different. You loved talking with him, it was like talking to your best friend. Only you didn't know your best friend's name, or what he looked like. Or what he did for a living. But Fenk8 was your best friend, nonetheless. The friend that had the nerve to ask you who put the alphabet in alphabetical order. But still your best friend. Days of talking turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The two of you had yet to share photos of yourselves yet, and that was fine. He sent you pictures of dogs he saw on walks, of beautiful flowers, and occasionally the most beautiful sunrises. He worked strange hours, often all over Tokyo and surrounding cities. But it just meant you never got the same scenery twice. Once he had been in the same area as you, sent photos of the bakery you worked at. He didn’t know you worked there, just sent a picture of a little pastry you had made. Said it reminded him of you. That same day Chargebolt had come in and bought one of your pastries. The two of you were excited for different reasons that day. Him because he found out that you made pastries, you because your favourite hero had bought something you made and even came up after and said it was delicious. You hadn't told him about that, you did tell him that you had a small obsession with the electric pro hero. Your potential friend(?) didn't need to know that your favourite sleepwear was an oversized t-shirt from the very first line of Chargebolt merch.

>>Hey sweetheart! Saw the cutest little dog today, thought you would love him as much as I did. His name was Chowchan!

>>How was your day??? I hope you didn't work too hard! I've missed talkin' to ya. Sorry I've been so busy, sweetcheeks.

Attached to his messages was a picture of the most obnoxiously fluffy Chowchow curled into a ball at the feet of… holy fuck was that Pro-Hero Dauntless!? Fenk8 got that close to the Number One hero, got a picture of his dog, and it looked like they were having a casual conversation based on the flush covering Dauntless' cheeks and the adorable pikachu bag you knew belonged to Fenk8 sitting beside him. Just what did Fenk8 do for work that he was chummy with a pro!? Reporter? Maybe he was a PR agent? Or a personal assistant? The last two would make a lot of sense, given that he travelled a lot for work.

<<OH MY FUCKING GODS FENK8. YOU GOT SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF CHOWCHAN!

<<you even got Dauntless out of his hero gear, sitting still… a god. You're a god.

After a few moments of silence, your phone dinged with another notification.

>>I guess Dauntless is your favourite pro then? Makes sense, he is pretty hot.

<<No? Chargebolt is my favourite. He's been to my bakery a few times, compliments my pastries. Sure, his quirk has a pretty big drawback… but over the years he has really gotten good at controlling his output. Did you see his most recent thwart of a bank robbery!? He got the emergency backups back up and running using his quirk! And when he let himself be the backup generator for the children's hospital last winter…

<<Sorry… rambling. I just… Chargebolt is the best. Some are born for greatness, others have to work for it. He works for it. He said my Lemon Puffs are his favourite, which is good because he inspired them. The popping candy in the dough represents static electricity! I can't believe that Chargebolt likes my sweets… sorry. I'm sure you don't want to talk about pros.

>>Honestly, reading you so passionate is amazing. I can't believe that someone would be so vocally passionate about a hero only in the top fifty. Ground Zero, Dauntless, Flashpoint, Paladin… even Uravity and Froppy. I hear so much about them. But never someone so excited about Chargebolt.

<<He is an amazing hero. I watched his first Sports Festival… all of his Sports Festivals really. I really love him as a hero. But ue never does press events, not like the top ten. And I work when he does patrols. So I've never interacted with him outside of work… but man what I wouldn't give to meet the man. I'm sure you have a favourite pro?

>>Honestly, I do. Red Riot is one of my favourites. Ever heard him sing Karaoke? I'll have to send you a video I have of it. Guy goes all out.

<<Red Riot is pretty cool. But Chargebolt will always be my favourite.

How had you gone off on a full rant about a pro hero? Especially to your internet friend. He was going to think you are such a weirdo now. But apparently he didn't, because he requested a faceless video call for that night. Something about needing to get off, and hoping you would help. Sure, he was a little more smooth than that, but all you cared about was actually getting to see part of Fenk8. You two had only done something similar once, and it had been through text alone. Now you got to attach a voice and a faceless body to Fenk8. You only hoped you still found him sexually attractive after this. What if he was too muscular, like Red Riot. Or covered in deep scarring like Flashpoint. Not that you didn't find them attractive, but with Chargebolt as the man in your fantasies anyone else would pale. He was your number one fantasy, could you really be blamed though? It didn't occur to you that Fenk8 could be a creepy old man, or a murderer or something. Surely the man who seemed chummy with Dauntless couldn't have even an evil bone in his body. Dauntless was too pure to be friends with someone who was genuinely bad.

So when the evening rolled around you found yourself in just an oversized fleece sweater and a pair of black boxer briefs. Your already straining erection begging to be touched as you looked over the thin yet very toned torso before you. Fenk8 was built just like you imagined Chargebolt would be. Lean and just toned enough to show he worked out. You noticed a faint glimmer in his nipples, holy fuck Fenk8 had them pierced! A tiny barbell in each dusky nipple, catching the light just right every time he moved. Below that was a navel piercing, man did he have a lot of piercings apparently. Because he had mentioned his tongue, and webbing in an earlier message you guys had shared.

"Like what you see, Sugarcube?" You could hear the smirk in his words. And the chuckle he made when you whimpered an affirmative was divine. "Why don't you take that sweater off, I had a long day at work and watching my Sugarcube stroke himself would really make my day." The man already stroking himself. A nice thick cock in his hand, nestled nicely beneath a cute nest of blond curls. Faintly you wondered if you would ever get to sit on it, positive that it would be a perfect stretch. Quick to comply you pulled the sweater over your head and let him see your chest in its entirety. A deep blush staining your chest, lower lip pulled between your teeth. Removing your underwear took a little more courage, your member was not as nice to look at as Fenk8's. You would call Fenk8's cock attractive. Thick, long, nicely curved. You would probably call yours cute. It was smaller than his, and looked smaller beneath your curls that were a little darker than the rest of your hair.

"That's a good boy. Now why don't you stroke yourself for Daddy. Let me hear you whine and whimper for my cock to stretch you out." You imagined a wicked smile on his face as he spoke. Eyes locked on the cock in his hands, mouth falling open when you finally noticed the glimmering bits of metal. A three piece bottom ladder, a two piece scrotum ladder, his lorem, a King’s Crown and an Albert. Eight piercings in his dick alone. Was there anywhere he didn't have pierced?!

"Y-yes, Daddy." Finally spoken as you wrapped a hand daintily around your length and began to softly stroke. A soft whimper ringing out before you could stop it. You had been pent up all day, ever since the message he sent asking for this call. Already your body threatened to betray you and make Fenk8 think you were some pathetic virgin. Which you weren't! And even if you were… it was no one's business.

"F-fuck!" You whined out and tensed as you came. Embarassed that you finished so quickly. But it wasn't entirely your fault. Fenk8 got you so worked up earlier. White ropes splattering your chest and stomach as you tried to hide your face from him while slowly slumping down.

"That was so hot baby. A few strokes and you're already cumming for Daddy. I'm so proud of you for wanting to make me happy. Want your reward, Sugarcube?" His voice was thickened, dripping like honey as he spoke to you. Opening your eyes you saw his hand lazily stroking over his length while the other reached toward the camera to adjust it. Raising it and- HOLY FUCK. Fenk8 is Chargebolt.

"Hey, Sugarcube. Heard you have a favourite pro." His charming smile on full display, the hand that had adjusted the camera shooting you a finger gun. Your eyes went wide and he licked over his lips. That tongue piercing you dreamed of, the one positioned a little off to the left, darting out and teasing you. The blond kept amber eyes locked on your frame while keeping the slight motion of him playing with his dick.

Never once did you think that Chargebolt would be a dominant. Or have a daddy kink. Nor did you think he would ever call you cumming in less than thirty seconds hot. Yet here he was with a straining erection, his plush tip glistening with pre, demanding you call him Daddy. Honestly, you had never been more aroused either. "Ch-char… holy fuck." Your own words stammered and stuck in your throat. The blond chuckling warmly as you seemed awestruck.

"Don't be like that, Sugarcube. Your mouth has better uses. Clean yourself up. Scoop all that cum into your cute little mouth. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum." Instructions you quickly followed. Two fingers sliding through the mess on your belly and bringing it to your waiting mouth. Lewdly moaning to make sure your dream man had the best show in the world. You wanted him to never end this, and if happily eating your own cum was what he wanted… it was what he would get. Your tongue pushing apart your fingers to clean between them before you repeated the action. Another scoop of your own cum dancing on your tongue. Fuck, were you already getting hard again? You supposed that was the best part of cumming so quickly anytime you got into it, you were always ready to go again real soon. Apparently he noticed you growing hard too, because your next instructions followed not long after.

"Sugar cube, you're going to cum directly into your own mouth this time. Lay on your shoulders, and bend those pretty legs over to rest at your head. Use the wall to help support you if you need to. I just wanna watch you get all cute and cum drunk on your own cum. Can you do that for Daddy?” His instructions weren’t hard in theory. But actually maneuvering your body to make it work was actually kind of hard to do. But after a few minutes, and comments from the man about how juicy your ass looked, you managed to get the position perfect. Your tight asshole on display as well, but Chargebolt wasn’t looking for that yet. He wanted you to eat your own cum. Tentatively you began to stroke your length again, at least you would last longer than thirty seconds this time. You hoped so at least. It would be pretty fucking embarassing if you only lasted less than a minute again. You might as well just end the call, move away from Japan, change your name., and start a new life as a Norwegian sheep farmer or something if that happened. Premature ejaculation wasn’t cute, no one would want you if they knew you only lasted a few seconds. Your soft moans filled the air, and you felt something bubbling in your stomach. Only a few strokes in and already you were getting closer by the second.

“Cum for me, Sugarcube. Open your mouth and cum on that pretty tongue of yours for Daddy. I love how quickly you cum. I can already hear how needy you are. Just like last time, you get so pink when you need to cum. And look at all your precum dripping onto your pretty lips. Perfect lips for wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy so he can cum too.” Honeyed words low and sultry. If you opened your eyes you would see his hand flying furiously over his length. The blond trying to cum at the same time you did. But he wouldn't get there before you did, already you were spilling down into your waiting mouth. Groaning at the slightly sweet taste blossoming over your tastebuds. Legs collapsing by your head, your body almost falling off the bed as you tried to right yourself again.

It was amazing the sight you saw. The blond man, basically a twink in his own right, completely debauched. Chest covered in his own spunk, a dazed look on his face, both thumbs sticking up as he blinked a few times as his only response to you asking if he was alright. Did he always overcharge when he came? Was this normal for him? Part of you wanted to try and contact someone to check on him, but the better part of you knew to just give him a few minutes to recover. Grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and cleaning your chest off slowly, keeping an eye on the man filling your laptop screen. Making sure he didn’t like, die or something. Could you die from cumming to hard? Was it possible for his quirk to completely fry his brain? But then you heard him say something other than whey. At least he wasn’t brain dead. That was good.

“Denki. S’my name. Use it… Kaminari Denki.” Words slightly slurred, but clearly understandable. He was giving you open permission to not only use his name… But his given name. Holy fuck. Of course you whispered back your own name. Letting him know he was free to use yours. The two of you had a good connection, and continued this on for a while longer.

BONUS

“So… Denks. Why the ever loving fuck did you choose Fenk8?” It was Kirishima that asked that while you all lounged on your couch. The entire squad knew how you and Danki got together, apparently he never shut up about you in the beginning. Always mentioning the really cool baker guy that made the best sweets. It was actually Bakugou that stole Denki’s phone and made the request for the video call that night. Tired of hearing the electric blond complaining over how awesome you were.“Heh… Funny story. It was supposed to be Denk8, but I misspelt it while signing up and didn’t notice. Cn’t change your username, even if you’re a pro apparently. If you said it out loud it was supposed to sound like my name. The 8 was for my di-” Cut off by a pillow thrown at him by Hanta while Mina died laughing. You even couldn’t help the laughter as you heard what was shouted through the pillow over his mouth. “-CK PIERCINGS! BECAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR EACH INCH OF MY COCK!”

#denki #kaminari #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #chargebolt #reader #male reader #fanfic #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #chargebolt x reader #yaoi #listen this is a whole mess #bnha harem server #server collab #bnha server collab #dumbasses in love #denki is pretty chaotic

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ships4you · 5 years ago

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the innkeeper

Pairing: Sokka x reader & some motherly Katara

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood

Authors Note: Someone requested a shy reader afraid of confronting Sokka but I accidentally deleted the request :( So this is for my lovely anon who requested this <3 Also I’ve been trying to make my fics as gender neutral and all that jazz, but please call me out if I slip up so I can fix it!! I may split this into 2 parts, so stay tuned :):)

Prompt: The reader and their family are in charge of the only running inn of the Northern Watertribe. When the Avatar and his friends come to the city the reader finds themselves befriending our favorite Southern Watertribe prince.

“The avatar is in the city!” your younger sister, Kana yelled running into your room. She grabbed your arm before you could resist and before you knew it she was dragging you to the courtyard. “The avatar? Here?!” you responded, “What is the avatar doing in the Northern Water Tribe?” She shrugged, “I’ve heard some people say he’s here to learn waterbending. I don’t see why though he should be like 1000 years old by now.”

The courtyard was crowded with familiar faces from the Tribe, everyone had seemed to rush just to get a glimpse of the all powerful avatar. Your sister had dragged you to an empty bridge overlooking the mass of people. Suddenly a large fluffy beast entered the courtyard walking next to three kids. “Avatar Aang,” the chief boomed, his voice bringing the crowd to a hush. The youngest of the three, dressed in colorful clothing you’ve never seen before bowed before the Chief. Kana latched to your side overflowing with excitement, “Do you think that’s him?! There’s no way, he’s my age...” You lightly pushed her off chuckling, “Shush up, I can’t hear what’s going on.”

As the Chief’s welcoming speech dragged on you focused on the two dressed in large blue sweaters similar to your current outfit. They both were clearly Water Tribe, but you had never seen them around the city before. The boy was looking around, amazed by his surroundings. You smiled at his giddiness, the smile stretched across his face was so pure and cute. He had deep blue eyes that were shifting every which way. You were so distracted, it took you a second to realize he had glanced up at you. Your eyes met and he smiled offering his hand up for a friendly wave.

“Eeep!” you squeaked squatting down behind the icy railing. Did he notice you staring? Was he weirded out? Obviously he was, who stares at people- creeps! That’s who. That was so embarrass-

“(y/n).” your sister said distracting you from your thoughts, “Why are you on the floor.” she pointed out unamused. You tucked your head between your legs and groaned, wincing at your awkwardness.

***

The inn your father ran scarcely had any customers. Most of the time your customers were either locals or Earth Kingdom generals visiting to discuss the war. All of a sudden your dad’s humble business became the talk of the town. Classmates constantly bugging you with questions, “What’s the avatar like?”, “Have you seen him airbend at all?”, “What are the two from the Southern Water Tribe like?” You didn’t have the heart to say you haven’t met them yet. Your father handled their rooms when they arrived, along with your nosy sister (who threatened to scream bloody murder if she didn’t get to meet the avatar). You on the other hand had been actively avoiding the group, especially the blue-eyed boy.

When people were staying at the inn; which was basically three extra rooms in your home, you were in charge of feeding the guests. It had been a few days since the avatar and his friends started staying at the inn. You were up early in the kitchen chopping the fresh caught fish for lunch, humming an old song your mom used to sing to you. Guests mostly ignored the kitchen, usually preferring to make small talk with the adults and patiently wait for food in the dining room. It was relaxing being safe from meeting new people.

“That song doesn’t sound watertribe.” A voice rose from behind.

Startled you turned around a little too fast and cut the side of your arm with the knife. “Shit.” you exclaimed grabbing your forearm. The boys eyes widened “Ah crap, Katara!” he yelled before running over to your side, grabbing a nearby drying cloth. You stared at him speechless. Would he recognize you? Spirits you hoped not.

“I’m so sorry,” he began blabbering focusing on your arm, his fingers grazing your skin as he pressed the cloth against the wound, “I really didn’t mean to startle you, I offered to bring the dirty dishes back here. The annoying little girl told me to bring them here, I didn’t think anyone would be back here...” His words slowing as he turned to face you. His eyebrows clinched together.

Shit.

“You look really familiar.”

Shitttt.

Before he could question any further a girl with long, brown, braided hair rushed into the room. “What is it Sokka?!” Was that his name? You had never met a Sokka before, maybe it was a common name in the South Pole. “Katara, thank the spirits! We need you to do your glowy-water-magic!” Sokka said waving his hands around. The girl, Katara, ran over bending the water out of her pouch. “What happened?” she asked unwrapping the bloody cloth off your arm.

“Umm, I cut myself. It fine, really.” you said quietly while Katara pressed her hand to your injured arm. The water started sparkling a bright blue hue. You winced at feeling. Katara smiled sweetly at you, “Does it hurt?” You shook your head, “No just feels weird.” As the glowing stopped she pulled away from your arm, bending the water along with her. “Shoot, it’s still bleeding a little.” She said examining your arm, “Sokka, I need more cloth.” He quickly glanced around the room and held out the bloody cloth he used before hand. “One that doesn’t have blood on it.”

“Oh! I got it,” Sokka began unwrapping the cloth tied at the waist of his tunic and handing it to Katara, “Here, use this.” Katara rolled her eyes and began dressing your wound. “I’m sorry I couldn’t heal it completely. I’ve only been taking classes on healing for a week, the wound should be clean now and the bleeding should stop in a couple days.” Her eyes were kind and warm when she smiled at you. “Thank you, I’m sorry I can be clumsy at times.” you murmured looking down at your arm. “I’m Katara by the way, and that’s my idiot older brother Sokka.” she said gesturing behind her. You pressed your lips together in a small smile, “I’m (y/n)”

***

Since then you had grown to enjoy being around Katara. She was sweet and easy to be around. She would often come to help clean after meals, despite you opposing her help several times.

Sokka however, you avoided him like the plague. Not because you didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to. But you couldn’t stand to face him after embarrassing yourself twice. You knew it would have to happen sooner or later, you still had his belt Katara had used to wrap your cut. It took hours to wash all the blood out but the cloth was finally clean, dry, and folded neatly on top of your bed. Mocking you.

The simple solution would to have Katara take it to him, but then you’d be mad at yourself for running away. Which you had already done. a couple times... There were times you tried to give it back to him, but in the end you would wimp out.

“Oh my spirits, just give it to him.” Kana groaned. “You don’t get it Kana, I was so weird around him he probably thinks I’m a freak...” you said shifting the folded blue cloth between your fingers. “You. are. ridiculous.” she said tightly grabbing your arm, “Come on. We are doing this right now.” She yanked your wrist, dragging you through the hallway. “Wait! Like right now, right now?!” She nodded, harshly knocking on his door. “Yup. SOKKA! (Y/N) HAS SOMETHING FOR YOU!!” she screamed before running off, “Good luck!”

Before you had the chance to run after her, his door swung open. “Uh hi,” he said “was that your sister screaming?” You stammered back “Umm yea, she was just- she uh... I have your belt.” you interrupted yourself holding out the cloth. “Oh, right, thank you. How’s your arm?” You glanced down at the newly wrapped cloth wrapped around your forearm. “It’s doing well, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.”

“Good. Good, that’s good.” he spoke as he were tripping over each word, “You know, I had been hoping you’d come by.” your eyes widened at the comment, “No, no-no-no, that sounded weird.” He explained, “I meant the belt. It’s my lucky belt so thank you.” You hugged your sides and pressed your lips into a tight smile, “You’re welcome, sorry I took a while to bring it back.”

“It’s all good, I’m just glad you’re here now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, so... I haven’t seen much of the city yet and it gets kind of lonely while Aang and Katara are at training. I was thinking maybe you would like to go for a stroll sometime... With me.”

You couldn’t believe he was just as nervous as you. He always seemed so confident around the Inn, you just assumed he would be more outgoing. “A stroll?” you questioned slightly giddy.

“Yea, or a walk, whichever you prefer. Or not. Either is good if you wanted to, but if you don’t that’s okay too. You just seemed like a really cool person and I feel so bad about scaring you and-“

“Sokka. I would love to go for a stroll.” you stopped his rant before he could finish. His smiled widened, “Ok, yea cool. Totally chill... So, I’ll come meet you in the kitchen after breakfast tomorrow?” You fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt, “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said backing away. He leaned against the door frame, waving the same way he did the first time you saw him. “Yea! Tomorrow.”

Sokka spent the next five minutes mentally screaming at his awkwardness.

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#sokka imagine #sokka x reader #sokka #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla imagine #atla x reader

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gameofdrarry · 4 years ago

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Tooth Rotting Fluff

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Dial Tone by firenxe Rated: Teen and Up Words: 34699 Tags: Texting, text fic, Drarry, non-magic au, AU Summary: Harry Potter decides to text the number on his arm. Draco Malfoy finds himself woken up by messages. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Say the words / then stay around by teatrolley Rated: Not Rated Words: 5703 Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Not That Much Angst Really, a lot of love, and two very confused people, Auror Harry Potter, Office Romance, Ministry Work Summary: They’ve been together for a while when Harry decides that he wants to try the Auror Office again. What he doesn’t consider is the effects the work might have on the two of them. But, then again, maybe those effects don’t have to be all bad? Or: A few months of the start of the relationship between the fumbling, blind-leading-the-blind and in-love Harry and Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 With A Bite and A Hiss (and Some Curry On Top) by ZandraGorin Rated: Teen and Up Words: 4779 Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-War, Parseltongue, Pets, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Injured Pets/ Animals, Kissing, Fluff, Parselmouth Harry Potter, HP Fluff Fest 2020 Summary: Draco keeps bringing animals home and keeps cooking curry for Harry. Harry is of the opinion that it has got to stop. Well, not the cooking curry part. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 the 1 by Darlinxx Rated: Teen and Up Words: 5913 Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Fluff and Humor, Awkward Romance, Domestic Fluff, Pansy attempts at matchmaking, is this meet cute? idk, Harry sucks at flirting, Draco doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings, Harry is the perfect gentleman, Draco acts like a bitch but is actually a softie, Draco wears earrings on this one, and Harry takes it in stride, if that weirds you out then you can fuck off, haha just kidding I’m not mean Summary: "You're not terrible. I mean, maybe not everyone's type, exactly, but…you're just a little –" "Insane?" Draco supplies. Harry looks at him. "Intense," he says. "That's not always a bad thing." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Love You More by hedwig4evr Rated: Explicit Words: 37185 Tags: Love, and marriage, Sickeningly In Love, Engagement, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Sex Toys, bubble baths, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Frotting, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Bottoming from the Top, Switching, Top Harry Potter, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2018, sex in the bath, Lots of love and sex, Early Bird prompt, lots of fluff, Tooth-achingly fluffy Summary: After years together, Harry decides to propose to Draco. Once it's revealed to their families and friends, though, they start to question whether this is what they really want. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Aggressive use of Florists by Mountainwolf Rated: General Words: 53521 Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Harry Potter Raises Teddy Lupin, Auror Harry Potter, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Floriography, Snark, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Florist Harry, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Pining, Post-Hogwarts, Canon Divergence - Post-Hogwarts, Dick Jokes, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Oblivious Harry, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, lots of magical flowers, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, Godfather Draco Malfoy, Heartbroken Harry Potter, Soft Harry, Caring Draco Malfoy, Drama, Family Drama, A little bit of angst, Reformed Draco Malfoy Summary: Harry is being lovesick in Neville’s flowershop after having been dumped, and Draco is very aggressively winning over ministry members by sending them fuck-you flowers. Harry is absolutely no help but learns a lot about floriography, stupid purebloods, and Draco. OR; Harry struggles raising Teddy alone, longing for a partner and a family. His future dreams for domestic bliss have been crushed by his ex, who left him for a better looking, more ambitious, less 'damaged' model. A lot of people try to support Harry, but he is, as ever, hiding how truly bad things are going. Then, Hermione -and a few others, set Draco on him and things start developing in a direction neither really expected. Everyone sees how good Draco and Harry could be together, and with some political maneuvering from unexpected sources-and a lot of flower deliveries, they start to see it too. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Cracking The Code by orpheous87 Rated: General Words: 12218 Tags: Advent Calendar, Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Auror Harry Potter, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy Summary: Harry makes an advent calendar for Draco. What we see are snippets of their mornings throughout December. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 This Summer by Saras_Girl Rated: Teen and Up Words: 39256 Tags: N/A Summary: This is a summery romantic comedy featuring my favourite ensemble cast, in which Harry is confused, Draco is Draco, and Hermione attempts to eat all the things. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Something Good (The Second Time Around) by Ravenclaw626 Rated: Explicit Words: 99382 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, POV Harry Potter, Stay-At-Home Parent Harry Potter, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Research, Mpreg, Mpreg Harry, Pregnant Harry, Medical Procedures, Childbirth, labor pains, Harry Potter is a Good Parent, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Non-Canonical Character Death, Homophobia, Marriage Proposal, Weddings, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Unplanned Pregnancy, Single Parents, Single Parent Harry Potter, Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Sex Toys, Rimming, natural birth Summary: After putting his youngest on the Hogwarts Express, Harry feels a little lost and without direction in life. There’s someone on the platform who notices, though, who also knows how it feels to come back to an empty home. Can this someone help Harry find his way? After years of contentment, acceptance, and ‘good enough’ — he never could have imagined that a whirlwind romance with his former childhood nemesis would become his something good after a lifetime of trials. A story about love, happiness, and second chances. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Realisations by orpheous87 Rated: Teen and Up Words: 15486 Tags: Post-Second War with Voldemort, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Humor, Mild Peril, Happy Ending, H/D Erised 2020, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, POV Alternating Summary: When they return to Hogwarts for their final year, the students are surprised to learn that they will take part in 'team-building' activities instead of contributing to the House Cup. Paired up by Professor McGonagall, they need to work together to complete the challenge. Of course, new friendships and relationships are built along the way. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Bloom by tsauergrass Rated: General Words: 1473 Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Like you're in for a toothache, Language of Flowers, Harry Potter is an oblivious idiot Summary: Harry ruffles through the buckets of flowers in the cooler. “What are you looking for?” “Something special. It is a note.” Harry pauses. For days Draco has visited his flower shop, but not once has he ordered anything with a message. Harry Potter has fallen in love. Naturally, the only way to do so is to pine Victorian-fashion, his secret hidden behind blooming flowers. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 These Tender Moments by theartfulldodger Rated: General Words: 1380 Tags: Christmas Fluff, Fluff, SERIOUSLY ALL THE FLUFF, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Kid Fic, Sickly sweet medicine for all your despair, A warm hug, Domestic Fluff, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary: A Christmas Eve filled with overindulgence, a sleeping toddler, creatively altered expressions and slow dancing in the kitchen. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 That Christmas by Janieohio Rated: Teen and Up Words: 18729 Tags: Christmas, Fluff, Romance, Family, Humor, 25 Days of Harry and Draco 2020 Early Bird, Kid Fic, POV Alternating, Implied Sexual Content, Pets, Married Life, Toddlers, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Parenthood, Protective Siblings, Gay Pride, Referenced Death, Adoption, Surrogacy, Christmas Cookies, Precocious Child, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, See Notes for Translation Link Summary: 25 years of Christmases in the life of Harry, Draco, and their friends and family. 25 drabbles, one year per chapter, set in my That's Life Together universe. Read on AO3

📜 Blind Hope by cami_soul Rated: Teen and Up Words: 1051 Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship, Short & Sweet, Fluff and Mush, Did I Mention Fluff Summary: Harry is working up the courage to ask Draco to move in with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Fill a Tent with Love (and Wrap it with a Bow) by riddleme_this Rated: General Words: 1604 Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Quidditch, Setting up tent, Draco and Harry are best friends, Love Confessions, Bad Flirting, so much fluff ahh Summary: Harry is determined to confess his crush on Draco. Enter a Quidditch Match, setting up a tent, some bad flirting, and things might just actually work out. ❤️ Read on AO3

#fluff #tooth rotting fluff #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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Maid in Hollywood (Yoonmin Hybrid AU)

⭒ AO3 Link Here!

⭒ Relationships: Jimin x Yoongi (YoonMin) ⭒ Genre: smut, hybrid AU ⭒ Final Rating: Explicit ⭒ Word Count: ~31.1k

⭒ Tags: smut, hybrids, snow leopard hybrid!Yoongi, human!Jimin, dirty talk, maid outfit, rough sex, tail pulling, panties, heels, makeshift anal plugs, coming untouched, oral sex, feline penis, switch!Jimin, switch!Yoongi, idolverse

⭒ Summary: It’s 2014 K-Con and Yoongi has a surprise for his boyfriend.

⭒ A/N: This fic was written for an anon - requested during my 2k followers request event! The prompt was “You need to stop pulling my tail right now.” Thank you so much for requesting!!

There was something in the air in California that made nearly every member of Bangtan horny. Though the adrenaline of a performance often left those that were intimate with one another scrambling for kisses and touches while changing, but it was an entirely different situation after their performance at K-Con this year. It was their first time performing at the event, and what was more – their first actual performance really in the United States, aside from the small thing they had done when they were filming for American Hustle Life. It was invigorating.

So Jimin shouldn’t have been surprised when he caught Taehyung grinding against Hoseok’s hip in the shower, Hoseok’s tail wagging a mile a minute. He wanted to be a in a similar position with Yoongi, if he was being honest with himself. Except for the fact that he couldn’t find his boyfriend anywhere.

Jimin tapped Jin’s shoulder. He glanced back, tugging a clean shirt on.

“What’s up? Why aren’t you showered? We’re leaving soon.”

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jimin asked.

Jin frowned, glancing around the changing space. “I—I’m not sure. I assumed he was with you.”

“He left already,” Namjoon said, peeking around a pillar as he fiddled with the towel he’d somehow gotten wrapped around his antlers. “Said he was tired and took off early to the hotel room.”

“Without me?” Jimin asked, his face drooping. His bottom lip pushed out in an involuntary pout.

“Are you two fighting?” Jin worried. “I didn’t think so… Did I make him mad?”

“He seemed fine. I’m sure he was just tired, Jimin,” Namjoon said. “Tonight was big.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to celebrate with him.” Jimin’s shoulders slumped to match his face. “I’ll hurry and shower if Taehyung isn’t getting fucked in it.”

Jin chuckled. “Tell them to put their dicks away until we get to the hotel room.”

Jimin tried to smile at the joke, but it fell flat. He had begun to mentally retrace everything he’d done with Yoongi for the past few days, trying to find something that might make him angry. This continued as he slipped into the shower and washed, dressed, and piled into the car with the rest of the members.

Hoseok and Taehyung’s previously endearing attachment was grating now, and Jimin did his best to block it out as he stared out the window on the way to the hotel.

Jungkook, ever the pressing, worrying, maknae, poked Jimin’s side. “You okay?” He asked when Jimin pulled an earbud from his ears.

“’M fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Do you know if Yoongi is mad at me?”

“He didn’t say anything to me.”

Jimin’s mouth twisted to the side, his lips pursing with displeasure. “Why’d he leave?” He asked no one in particular. When Jungkook didn’t answer, Jimin sighed, jamming his earbud back into his ear.

They had been lucky enough to get three hotel rooms this time around, giving the two couples privacy from the rest of the group. Jimin entered the room he shared with Yoongi, eager to talk with him and make sure there was nothing wrong.

His heart sunk when he found the room empty. So he had done something to piss Yoongi off. Jimin flopped face down on the bed, tears of frustration burning the back of his nose. He messed up everything, didn’t he? How did he even manage to debut with how big of a fuck up he was? Jimin curled up in a ball on the bed, glaring at the wall. Which members’ room was he in? Probably Jin and Namjoon’s. They were sharing with Jungkook – enough room. And didn’t have to see Taehyung and Hoseok fucking like bunnies. His stomach gave a little twinge of jealousy, and he immediately regretted it. Just because he couldn’t keep himself in a happy relationship didn’t mean he should hate his friends for theirs. And he didn’t; he loved seeing Taehyung so happy with Hoseok. He was just so bitter. How would he face Yoongi in the morning?

These thoughts and more swirled in Jimin’s mind, dragging him deeper into a dark place as he laid on the bed. He was so up in his head that he barely heard the soft knock on the door. He glared at it.

“Who is it?” He finally asked. He hesitated when there was no answer. “Yes?” He called out in English, wondering if it might be one of the staff of the hotel.

“Housekeeping.” The voice on the other side sounded strange. Strained and rough for a woman – as if she had a bad cold. She had a familiar accent as well. But this was the US – people had all sorts of accents here, he supposed.

He hesitated, unsure how to respond. “No,” he finally stuttered. “Uh… Go away, sleeping.”

“Housekeeping,” the voice said again.

Jimin scowled deeper. “No.”

Instead of departing footsteps, the door clicked, and pushed open. Jimin scrambled into a sitting position, panic squeezing his throat. Was it someone that would hurt him? A stalker?

Instead of that – or even a persistent staff member – the person that entered had Jimin’s jaw on his lap.

Yoongi stood in the entrance to the room, his hands holding a neatly folded bath towel. Instead of his normal t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, this was a new look. Yoongi was balancing delicately on a pair of tall black stilettos, shining in the lamplight of the room. His legs were covered with sheer pantyhose, which Jimin’s eyes followed up and up, right to where they stopped just below mid-thigh and were topped with a little black lace bow. A thin strip of black fabric secured them somewhere underneath the black and white maid’s dress that Yoongi also wore. It was the whole package, complete with white frills underneath the bottom, and a cute button up front. A feather duster with a sleek, smooth handle was slipped into the belt on the side of his hip. His dark red hair was framed with a little white frilled headband, sitting just in front of his round, white ears. Jimin could see his lips had been glossed, and there was the lightest dusting of blush on his cheeks. Or maybe he was just blushing. His fluffy white and black spotted tail flicked nervously back and forth as he stood still for Jimin’s examination.

“Yoongi—” Jimin breathed.

“Housekeeping,” Yoongi said again, this time in their language.

“What—”

“Back last year… Filming for Rookie Kings. When we were still flirting and not… Quite ready to start anything intimate… I saw the way you looked at me while I wore that maid outfit. I know that look.”

Jimin chuckled a little, looking away. Yoongi wasn’t wrong. Even though they hadn’t been dating at that time, he’d been unbearably interested in that outfit. “I didn’t think you noticed.”

“Well, I did. And I figured… Since we’re here… And there’s housekeeping, I—Would surprise you.”

Jimin swallowed hard. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“No. Never… Just knew… Wanted…” Yoongi shifted uncomfortably. “It’s stupid.”

“The towels in the bathroom need changing,” Jimin said instead. Yoongi’s cheeks pinked up a little more, his mouth opening in surprise as his whiskers flicked.

“Oh—Of course, sir.” He bowed a little and turned, walking into the bathroom.

Jimin shifted, watching as Yoongi carefully placed the towel in the rack. He bent over the tub, fiddling with the small toiletries. The skirt went up, and Jimin could see the bulge of his cock, tucked into a pair of panties. He palmed himself through his own jeans, staring openly.

Yoongi straightened up and emerged, doing a polite curtsey. “It’s been fixed up for you, sir. Anything else I can help with.”

“Some other stuff needs straightening up out here,” Jimin said, shifting so he was sitting back, resting against the headboard of the bed. He continued to palm himself casually. Yoongi nodded and went around the room, straightening things and lining up items. He bent over once more, tail curling into a playful little question mark shape. Jimin took the opportunity. He went forward and grabbed Yoongi’s tail, giving it a tug.

Yoongi yelped in surprise, straightening up and turning around, yanking his tail back and wrapping it around himself.

“You aren’t supposed to touch the staff, sir,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” Jimin said through a grin. “It looked so soft.”

“It is. And I’d appreciate it staying that way.” Yoongi huffed and turned back to the coffee pot and finished fixing it. He pulled the feather duster out and began going around the room slowly, taking his time to make sure everything was neat.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he watched Yoongi work. Yoongi circled around the bed, fixing the curtains. The movement caused his dress to lift once more, teasing Jimin with what was just a few inches higher up. He rose and pushed Yoongi against the window before grabbing his tail once more and yanking it.

Yoongi hissed, his ears flattening. He looked back at Jimin, upper lip raised in annoyance. “You need to stop pulling my tail, right now.”

Jimin smirked and tugged again. “Or what? You’ll meow at me?”

He pressed the bulge of his erection against Yoongi’s thigh. “Or maybe you’ll go ass up for me like a pretty kitty in heat.”

The shiver that ran through Yoongi’s body was strong enough that Jimin felt it. Yoongi huffed. “You’re not supposed to touch the help, sir.”

“But the help is so fucking sexy. You were teasing me.” He tugged Yoongi’s tail again and reached around, sliding his hand under the dress and palming his cock. “Aw… Kitty is getting hard.”

Yoongi growled low in his throat, the rumble vibrating through to Jimin’s chest.

“Don’t get catty with me,” Jimin teased. Yoongi groaned.

“You’re hanging around Jin too much.”

Jimin laughed brightly. He wrapped his arm around Yoongi’s waist and tugged him away from the window, pushing him onto the bed. Yoongi landed with an oomph, and glared up at him.

“I thought cats always landed on their feet.”

“You know, for as much as you tease me, one would think you’re speciest.”

Jimin’s grin grew. “Not even a little. He straddled Yoongi’s waist and kissed him hard. “I love everything about you. Kitty DNA included.”

Yoongi’s smile softened a little, his ears perking up at the praise. The tip of his tail thunked the bed.

Jimin’s smile dropped then and he leaned down, nipping the swell of Yoongi’s bottom lip. “You weren’t very nice to me. Scaring me earlier. I thought you hated me.”

“Sorry,” Yoongi murmured. Jimin crawled off him and grabbed his thigh, pushing him until he flipped onto his stomach.

“Wh—The outfit—”

“You’re wearing it,” Jimin said simply. He hiked the skirt up, groaning deep in his chest. To fully complete the outfit, Yoongi was indeed wearing a pair of lacy black panties, his erect cock tucked neatly along his hip. His stockings were secured to the shirt portion of his outfit.

“Yoongi,” Jimin sighed. He cupped Yoongi’s ass in his hands and squeezed hard enough to make Yoongi moan, his hips pushing back. Jimin stripped his clothes all the way off, getting off the bed only long enough to fish their lube out of his bag. He returned, laying over Yoongi and pressing his cock against the swell of his ass. He scratched the sensitive skin right behind Yoongi’s ears as he kissed his neck.

“Gonna make you feel so good, Yoongi.”

Yoongi gave a soft rumble of approval, shifting to rub back against Jimin. Jimin pushed his panties to the side, exposing his ass. He poured some of the lube over his fingers sliding one into Yoongi. He opened him up steadily, ignoring Yoongi’s soft sighs and whimpers. He slicked his own cock up when he felt Yoongi was loose enough, pulling him back up onto his hands and knees. He lined his cock up and pushed the flared tip in slowly. Yoongi gasped when Jimin pushed in, stretching the sensitive rim wide.

Jimin dug his fingers into the soft fur at the base of Yoongi’s spine, scratching lightly. Yoongi howled, his tail and ass rising further at the attention. “Elevator butt,” He teased. He slid his hand lightly down the length of Yoongi’s tail, tugging once before flicking his wrist at the tip. He drove his cock the rest of the way in as he did.

Yoongi grumbled, dropping onto his chest on the bed. “Bully.”

Jimin slipped his cock free and pushed back in. “What was that?”

Yoongi only moaned.

Jimin pulled out then and flipped Yoongi onto his back, settling between his legs. Yoongi’s cheeks were delightfully flushed, his headband slightly askew. His cock was weeping a little circle of precome in his panties.

Jimin pushed them to the side in the back, sliding his cock home once more. The fabric tickled his sensitive shaft as he did, bringing a smile to his face. This was so dirty and he loved it. He lifted one of Yoongi’s legs, sliding his hands up the stocking to his heel.

“You look so good in heels, baby,” he cooed as he began to thrust into him. He shifted so Yoongi’s ankle was on his shoulder and lifted the other to his other shoulder, bending Yoongi at the waist.

“So hot,” he praised as Yoongi groaned under him. His ass was impossibly tight, and he clenched and released every few seconds as he scrambled to find purchase on the bed.

Jimin’s balls already ached for release, eager to fill his pretty boyfriend. But his ass ached for more. So he reached up and grabbed the top of Yoongi’s panties. He tugged them down just enough for Yoongi’s cock to slip free. It was fully erect, curved and thick, and Jimin knew from experience it was perfect to tease his sensitive hole. He grabbed Yoongi’s cock and squeezed lightly before sliding his thumb over the circle of dull penile spikes around the base of Yoongi’s cock. They were far sharper in true blooded cats, this much Jimin knew, but had dulled over the years in hybrids like Yoongi’s species. Now they just served to stimulate the hybrid’s partner. And that was exactly what Jimin wanted.

He grabbed lube, slicking Yoongi’s cock as he fucked his ass. He reached back to finger his own hole, glad Yoongi was too deep in his own throes of passion to notice.

Jimin pulled his cock free and grabbed the feather duster, discarded on the bed. He slicked the rounded tip and ridges, careful each was smooth before driving it into Yoongi’s hole.

Yoongi screamed, his eyes snapping open in surprise. Jimin smirked. He pushed the duster in until just the feather part was jutting from Yoongi’s ass.

As soon as they made eye contact, Jimin rolled off him and got on his knees. He dropped his chest to the bed and reached back, spreading his ass cheeks to present his slicked pucker.

As he’d expected, Yoongi was on top of him in a heartbeat. He slammed his cock in, dragging a bed muffled scream out of Jimin. The small bumps began stimulating him immediately as Yoongi humped his ass.

“He felt Yoongi puff a breath on the back of his neck before biting down hard, growling low in his throat.

Jimin shouted again, his eyes rolling back. He laid flat and Yoongi followed; pounding into him hard enough to hurt. He loved this. Jimin rarely was able to bottom; taking Yoongi’s cock was hard enough, with the instinctual rough rutting he tended to do. The nodules made it worse. Each one a centimeter or so, even curved and blunted, it added an extra sensation that bordered on painful for Jimin’s sensitive hole.

He screamed until his voice broke, a sob slipping from his lips. His cock dribbled freely against the mattress.

“Do— Don’t come in me,” he pleaded. He knew damn well if Yoongi wanted to, he’d not be able to fight him off. Not like this. And that was what made it so sexy.

Yoongi’s teeth unclamped, his breath hot in Jimin’s ear. “Why not? I was presented a fuckable hole... I should use it.”

“Do not come in me, maid,” Jimin growled, ignoring the hot little twitch his cock gave at Yoongi’s command. “You’re gonna ruin those sexy little panties while my cock’s up your ass.”

He reached back and grabbed Yoongi’s tail. He yanked it once more, chuckling when Yoongi moaned. His hips faltered and he pulled out, quickly shifting to his back. “Please—“ He panted.

“On your knees,” Jimin said instead. Yoongi blinked owlishly.

“Wh—“

“On your knees. It’s your job to clean right?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi swallowed hard and nodded.

“Then you can clean. Knees. Now.”

Yoongi obeyed, looking absolutely obscene with the feather duster still buried inside him. He sank to his knees, looking up at Jimin.

Jimin slid his cock past Yoongi’s soft lips; moaning when Yoongi immediately began to suck. He stroked Yoongi’s ears gently as he began to thrust his hips, laughing breathlessly when one flicked against his fingers due to being tickled. He met Yoongi’s wife eyes.

“Good boy,” he cooed. Yoongi began to bob his head gently,his slightly rough sliding out to lap the part of Jimin’s shaft he couldn’t swallow. Jimin dropped his hand, tickling his whiskers. He slid his cock out and began to stroke quickly, his head falling back as he grunted.

He angled his cock up as he came, and the first few hot, thick ropes of come landed over Yoongi’s fluffy, perked ears. He let his cock drop a little, hitting Yoongi over the nose and cheeks with the majority of it, and a final weaker rope across his tongue. Jimin squeezed the last bit of come from his tip, swiping it across Yoongi’s tongue.

“Good Boy. Now go finish cleaning until I need to come again.”

Yoongi rose, his cheeks pinking further as he did. “Yes, Sir.”

“You look good covered in come, pretty kitty. You should wear it more often.”

Yoongi smiled shyly, biting his bottom lip. He adjusted his cock back into his panties and fixed the front before he walked toward the bathroom. The back of the skirt was still hiked up obscenely from the duster in his ass, and his gait was a little slower and wide due to it.

Jimin stretched out on the bed, playing with his soft cock as he watched Yoongi wander around, fixing and straightening things.

When Jimin was hard enough, he whistled. “Come here, maid.” He gave his cock a squeeze when Yoongi looked over.

Yoongi crawled onto the bed, hips swaying as his tail flicked playfully back and forth.

“Should I ride it, Sir?”

“Yeah. Just make sure you lift your skirt when you come. I wanna watch you wreck those panties.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. He slicked Jimin’s cock before sliding the duster handle from his ass. He gripped Jimin’s cock and settled onto his lap, lips parting in a quiet gasp as Jimin slid home. The ruffles hid the penetration and tickled Jimin’s skin, making his cock throb inside Yoongi.

Without hesitation, Yoongi began to ride him, splaying his hands on Jimin’s chest. Jimin slid his hands up Yoongi’s thighs, tickling over the place where the stockings ended.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Yoongi,” Jimin whispered, his breath catching in his throat when Yoongi squeezed his cock.

“That’s it…” Jimin slid his hands further up and then around, grabbing Yoongi’s tail as it flicked back and forth. He stroked the fur lightly, gazing up at him.

“Pretty boy,” he cooed. Yoongi’s cheeks pinked up delightfully at that, and he smiled shyly, his whiskers twitching as he bit his lip. Jimin began to pump his hips lazily up.

He dug his short nails into Jimin’s chest, eyes fluttering shut. Jimin’s name escaped his lips like a prayer, the muscles in his arms bulging as he began to tense. Jimin knew he was closed. He grabbed Yoongi’s hips tightly and began to fuck into him hard and fast, meeting Yoongi’s thrusts.

Yoongi shouted and lifted the front of his skirt, throwing his head back. Thick white come seeped through the lacy holes where the tip of his cock rested before finding an easier escape from the leg hole as he rode Jimin. His come slid down his smooth thigh in thick little globs, landing hotly on Jimin’s belly as Yoongi fucked himself onto his cock.

Jimin swore. He grabbed Yoongi and pushed him off, shoving him onto his back. Without giving Yoongi a chance to recover, Jimin yanked the panties to the side and slammed his cock back into him.

Yoongi screamed, grabbing Jimin’s shoulders. His short nails bit into Jimin’s skin as Jimin fucked him as hard as he could manage. Their flesh struck together, filling the room with obscene noises straight out of an adult film.

“Please—” Yoongi cried, his face pinched in pleasure-pain.

“Please what?” Jimin taunted, trying (and failing) to hide the strain in his own voice.

“C—” Yoongi moaned, his cock twitching in the panties once more. “Come,” he pleaded. “Please come in me, Jimin!”

Jimin leaned down kissing Yoongi hard. Their tongues met, Yoongi’s rough one sending shivers all the way down Jimin’s spine. He pumped his hips three more times, driving balls deep on each one, before stilling. His cock throbbed and his balls drew tight, coiling the pleasure in his stomach to the ultimate. He grunted rhythmically against Yoongi’s lips as he came, spilling his release deep inside.

They parted as Jimin’s muscles released, allowing him to drag in a much-needed breath. Yoongi looked up at him, his eyes heavy. “Wow,” he whispered.

Jimin laughed tiredly. He carefully pulled out of Yoongi and flopped next to him on the bed, wiping sweat from his brow. “Wow,” he copied.

Yoongi sat up, groaning and touching his lower stomach. “’M sore.”

“Sorry,” Jimin mumbled, an arm slung over his eyes.

He peeked out from under his arm when he felt the bed shift. Yoongi was sitting on the edge of it, carefully pulling the heels off his feet. He rose and stretched before padding to the bathroom.

Jimin rose, following after him. He leaned in the entrance of the bathroom, watching Yoongi carefully clean the mess from his face with a damp washcloth. Jimin entered and took it from him, placing a kiss on his cheek He set to cleaning Yoongi’s ears, and then dropped down to clean the streak of his come that had worked its way down his thigh.

“You were beautiful tonight,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

Jimin rose and carefully slid the skirt down, sliding his hands over the lace on Yoongi’s hips. “I really did. Did you have fun?”

Yoongi smiled softly, looking down rather than meeting Jimin’s gaze in the mirror. “I did.”

“Are you feeling shy now, baby?” Jimin teased with no venom. Yoongi’s cheeks pinked up and Jimin laughed. “Don’t be, I’ve got you. Do you want a shower?”

Yoongi nodded. Jimin went and turned on the water to let it get hot before going back to Yoongi. He carefully reached around and unbuttoned the top, pulling it off Yoongi’s shoulders. He kissed over the soft skin and slid his hands over Yoongi’s toned stomach before sliding them down. He unhooked the garter straps, crouching to slide the stockings down and off Yoongi’s legs. Finally, the panties, he slid them off slow and steady, wetting his lips.

“You should wear these more often, Yoongi,” he whispered.

“Is that so?” Yoongi’s tail flicked, swatting Jimin in the hip. “Maybe you should wear them sometimes.”

Jimin grinned broadly. “Oh yeah? Wanna fuck me in a pair of panties? Bend me over a bed?”

Yoongi’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Don’t tease me,” he warned.

Jimin scratched at the base of his tail, laughing brightly when Yoongi’s ass slid back, instinctively rising onto his toes. He ran his hand down his tail, flicking the tip. “I’ll stop teasing,” he promised. “Come on, water’s warm.”

The two entered the shower, and Jimin set to washing Yoongi head to toe, massaging his back and thighs as he did. Yoongi groaned and moaned softly, half of his happy noises sounding more like purrs. After Jimin finished, Yoongi grabbed the cloth, taking his time to clean Jimin as well.

By the time they’d finished, the water had begun running a little cold. The hurried to dry off and leap under the covers, shivering from the cool air on their bodies. They cuddled together, sharing gentle kisses and touches.

“I really thought you hated me,” Jimin whispered, wrapped in the cocoon of Yoongi’s arms. “I was so scared I’d done something wrong. I can be such a brat and I was afraid I misspoke or acted up and didn’t even realize it.”

“Never,” Yoongi said, tightening his grip on Jimin’s shoulders. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t ever just walk off. You’re my boyfriend. We talk things through. Even if it hurts and we don’t want to, we need to. Because I don’t want to lose what we have, okay?”

Jimin nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around Yoongi’s middle. “Me neither.”

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Yoongi said, kissing the top of Jimin’s head. “I will be more careful next time if I wanna surprise you. Come up with a story instead of just disappearing on you.”

Jimin nodded again. “Please do. I’ll try to keep in mind but…”

“I know.” Yoongi wrapped his tail lightly over Jimin’s thigh and nuzzled against him, a soft purring rumble vibrating against Jimin’s cheek where it was pressed to Yoongi’s chest. “Get some sleep, Minie.”

“G’night Yoongi,” Jimin whispered. “It was fun.”

“It really was.” Yoongi kissed the top of his head once more and rested his head on Jimin’s. The gentle rumble of his purrs was soothing to Jimin, relaxing him until he could no longer keep his eyes open. They may have an unorthodox relationship, but Jimin wouldn’t trade his kitty boy for the entire world.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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A Man And His Cat

You both explore pet play.

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Warnings: Adult situations +18 , Pet play, Spanking, Oral, Its kinky

A/n: Sooo who wants smut? my quarantine imagine went down well so here is another dirty fic. This will probably be a mini series feel free to send me your kinks and I will try and incorporate them. I am still working on my other stories slowly but on a little writers block and I may or may not have re-watched superman vs batman so look out as there might be some more dc on the horizon because omg I nearly forggot how yummy they were. Anyway here is another smut piece for you all hope you enjoy xx

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A Man And His Cat

You lounged across the sofa in your hello kitty onesie playing your xbox, you'd gotten Jurassic world evolution and was currently snickering letting your t-rex run around eating people. Henry was upstairs you could hear him moving around in the study. The door bell went off you quickly got up wrestling kal out of the way to answer it hearing the post man call out he had left it on the bin you thanked him bringing the large box inside with a few letters piled on top. Not thinking anything of it you brought the post in kicking the door shut behind you.

"Babe what the fuck?" You froze not sure at first what you'd done wrong

"Shit hands! hands! sanitize them quick! we cant take chances! Your not supposed to answer the door I've told you that! Were in London! For Christ sake" He said rushing to you snatching the post handing you the sanitizer that sat on the table by the door. You shook your head quickly rubbing the sanitizer over your hands letting it soak in as Henry shook his head at you watching closely.

"Sorry, sorry I forgot" he sighed since receiving your official 'shielding' letter from the government Henry had been a little mother hen....papa bear? Either way he was on edge hounding you about keeping your hands clean not touching anything that could possibly be infected or letting anyone other than himself with in 6ft of you. He even made you take your temperature each day with good reason tho your heart clenched things were getting bad the infection and death rates climbing each day ,there was rumors that the UK was on the course to being just like Italy and Spain. In a way his worrying was your fault when the letter came through Henry had freaked out a bit, it hit him hard when he realized it wasn't just speculation it was a fact that if you caught this thing it would most likely kill you and he was shook to the core. It didn't help when you'd only told him a few days prior not to worry about your condition that it was under control ,which technically it was every two months you was having blood tests every so often your blood count would dip a little but you normally managed it with your diet just eating more meat usually does it, the protein helping your count go up a little. You didn't bore him with the details he didn't need to know to much, you knew what to do and when to do it, it was normal for you. You feel yourself getting rough you get a blood test and up your steroids, you feel better you lower them back down the main goal being avoiding blood transfusions. But Henry had insisted he needed to know everything now he said it'd make him feel better so you told him, sat him down and explained that somehow your body can survive on a borderline blood count it should be 120 to 150 yours hovers around 100 to 110... If your lucky, not low enough for a transfusion but low enough to cause a few problems if it drops any more the lowest it got in recent years was 57.... yeah that wasn't fun, you'd spent two whole days seven till seven getting transfusions then had to go back to have the iron in your blood taken out....It was not pretty, but since then you'd been more careful. You explained the fact that your immune system was practically non-existent you caught chicken pox a year before and it nearly killed you two days after the spots appeared causing all sorts of issues pneumonia, bacterial infections in the heart and lungs then sepsis resulting in a few weeks in hospital in the infectious diseases unit so yeah safe to say catching this thing would be bad. Henry bless him was gobsmacked he knew you was anemic ,that was it, he had enough on his plate you didn't want to add to it.You leaned back on the side unit by the door trying to pet kal who sniffed at your hand then snorted walking off, he didn't like the sanitizer one bit.

"Henry I'm sorry I just-it keeps slipping my mind" he nodded wrapping you up in a bear hug resting his chin on your head.

"I know baby I'm sorry for snapping... I just don't want to loose you, stay indoors and stay safe those aren't just the government's rules ,their my rules as well baby girl remember?" You nodded kissing his chest before replying.

"Yes daddy" then turned and walked to the living room again noticing kal playing in his small cubby hole that had been a cupboard until recently, it had been turned into his own little bed room, complete with bed, night light and shelves that had some family photos of the three of you, you blew him a kiss and he huffed plonking his head down on his fluffy bed stretching out ready for his morning nap, you settled back down to play your game. Henry used the sanitizer then ran a hand through his hair sighing he picked up the post bringing it in placing the large box on the counter. He smirked realizing what it was. His order from bondara ignoring the letters he quickly got a knife slicing open the box. Henry routed around in the box like a kid on Christmas excited he headed up stairs to collect his other investments. You was pulled out of your game by Henry combing your hair back with his fingers pulling it up and back into a high ponytail, something you had no idea he could do, you paused the game turning to him but he held you still facing the TV then you felt them. He had clipped your little fluffy grey kitty ears in your hair pulling the pony tail tighter to secure the bottom of the crocodile clips. You brought a hand up to them confused a little touching them softly. He walked to the side smiling cooing at you

"There she is my precious little kitty! Just look at how cute you are?" You flushed at him as he bent down petting between your 'ears' then he growled in your ear.

"I could just eat you all up" you mewled rocking on the sofa a little anticipating the way this would turn out he gasped a little.

"But whats this? you still need your collar how will anyone know you have a loving owner if you don't have a cute little collar on?" he strode across the room plucking something from the box and retrieved a few more items from the counter that you hadn't known was there ,now tho you could clearly see a folded black towel you moaned at the implication he must have brought it down from upstairs turning he made his was back to you this time standing in front of you.

"As much as I did like your own kitten collar I got you a new one, not from bondara I didn't like theirs much but thankfully etsy is still up and running, here it is see?" You gasped as he revealed a pink leather choker with a pretty lace and ruffle design making it look more like a fancy Lolita choker then a kitty collar apart from the large rose gold D ring hanging from the middle just below a dark pink bow and medium-sized rose gold bell You quickly made to grab for it but he pulled it out of reach .

"No let me do it" you quickly held your head high stretching your neck for him to put it on he chuckled at how eager you was, you smiled wide as he quickly placed it around your neck you sighed when you felt the inside was a little padded with a soft almost suede like material. He spun it around so the bell and D ring was central then hooked two fingers inside checking how tight it was satisfied that it wouldn't choke you he pulled away and watched you closely then he sighed

"No ... its still not right is it kitten?" You tilted your head feeling a little ashamed?upset? he didn't like it? Did he think you were ugly? You blinked frowning at him bottom lip wobbling a little as you were on the brink of tears pulling back from him.

"What-" he shushed you placing a finger to your lips

"Kittens don't talk, now there is something missing pet, Ah! I know now this might be it" he said and picked up a small shiny matching rose gold heart tag, he held it to you to read it. On one side it said kitten the other had 'Property Of Henry If Lost Call' and his phone number on it you gasped a little opening your mouth the thank him but he snapped his fingers at you.No talking. You pouted mewling up at him again not sure how to communicate how much you loved it. Then you clicked leaning forward licking his hand biting lightly before tilting your head nuzzling his crotch. You smirked as his breath hitched in his throat and he grunted swearing quietly unable to stop himself from grinding on your head a little then stopped as you pulled back he grunted again rearranging himself in his bottoms. He made quick work of threading the tag onto the D ring he kissed your head

"Good girl and look baby it was a set" he leaned over you picking up a thick soft paracord lead in pink with leather handle decorated to match your new collar clipping it onto the D ring then looped it around his hand tugging lightly prompting you off of the sofa once you stood he quickly undid the buttons on the onesie letting it fall leaving you naked in the room. You shivered nipples puckering as the soft lead grazed your breasts and tummy as he moved, stepping out of the onesie Henry kicked it across the room.

"There we are kitten, nearly finished now down" he said barley containing his excitment you got down on your hands and knees before him holding his gaze rubbing your thighs together rocking side to side trying to caress your tingling clit between your lips as you felt small trickle of your arousal escape onto the floor mewling at the tiny flickers of pleasure it caused. Henry lead you across the living room to the island in the kitchen crawling was a little tricky at first but you soon found a smooth rhythm staying beside him smiling as the bell tinkled at every movement you made, he smiled down at you from this angle you could already see the bulge forming in his trousers, you went to sit down when he stopped only to have him fold the lead in one hand an strike you with it lightly across your breasts making you yelp out then moan looking down seeing a red stripe across them.

"No sitting until your told now ass up, good kitten just like that" you complied preening at his praise. He bent down holding out a fluffy grey kittytail plug you squealed a little bending further down pushing your tender breasts to the cold floor looking back at him expectantly waving your ass in the air at him. He laughed and crouched beside you running a hand across your dripping pussy he leaned over kissing your head growling as his fingers massaged your wet center you moaned pushing back on him, he dragged his fingers to your opening plunging two thick fingers inside crooking them trying to scoop out more of your cum holding the plug just below you arched pushing back skimming your breasts across the cool floor trembling as he fucked you slowly bringing the plug to your clit and pressing it in small circles making you buck against him moaning and keening in higher pitches.

"Oh looks like I may have wasted money on lube hey baby? all wet and ready for me already such a precious thing." he ran the plug along your ass smearing your arousal across you all the way down to your slit you moaned as he spread his fingers out pulling your lips with them revealing your quivering hole to the cold air of the room making you gasp and clench as the freezing metal plug passed over it resting heavy on your clit, bucking a little you whined pushing back a little as the cold metal met your heated wet flesh, he held it still letting you warm the toy before running it back and forth slowly twisting it letting your arousal coat it wanting to make sure it was wet enough for him to push it in once satisfied he lifted it moving one hand to your bottom then began pressing it insistently at your tight little pucker. You whined placing the side of your face on the cool tile looking at him, he stroked your head shushing you when he realized just how much bigger this was from the last one

"Ok kitten now try to hold still one big deep breath just like before...Good girl now out push on your bottom" you nodded whining bearing down on the toy as he held your shoulder using it to pull you back as he started pressing the tail further into you. You arched taking deep breaths when the plug seemed to get wider and wider you shook your head trying to arch away as it stung despite your arousal easing the way, you panicked a little as it seemed to keep stretching becoming sore as your tight ring tried fighting it .

"N-no its to muc-AAHH!" you cried out , he shushed you

"Come on kitten... Nearly there....Just a tiny bit more I promise......Push out again for me good girl! shh that’s it...Such a good girl for me......Ah ah no! stop moving bab-baby no no don't do-HEY! enough!-you’ll hurt yourself!" He scolded you as you tried to push against his hand on your shoulder to wriggle away then when that didn't work you unconsciously tried tucking your bottom beneath you whimpering. He stopped you with a quick volley of sharp spanks you yelped as his hot hand heated your ass, then there was a familiar popping sensation as your bottom swallowed the plug closing snug around it. He had used the distraction to quickly push the last of the plug in with a quick little shunt. You pushed up on your hands breathing heavy as the plug was indeed larger then the one you had used before, you ached as your ass tried fighting it wanting to push it out you let out pitiful breathy moans as you rippled around it.

"Daddy? Its big-im not sure-FUUCK OOHH" you cut yourself off moaning loud when he grabbed the tail and gave a small tug smirking as you cried out then followed it trying to ease the pressure he thrusted it a few times hitting something deep that made you arch high and squeal pressing back on to it as your pussy ceased and your clit throbbed so hard it almost felt raw he let go then twisted on his feet petting your head drawing patterns on your back.

"Oh baby I know its hard but your a kitten and kittens don't talk , if you carry on daddy will gag you understand?" you nodded at him pressing your head into his chest and kissed it softly wanting a little comfort, hissing deep breaths as you clenched around the tail plug whining, he brought the hand from your back and rubbed around the plug pressing it lightly.

"Its a little bigger but look at you? such a good girl look at that pretty little tail now just one more thing and you'll be daddies perfect kitty" he stood back up getting the remaining items a set of mittens that had no thumb piece instead just one Little pouch to fit your hand in with little paw prints on them they would be held on by two thin leather wrist cuffs. you wriggled around now growing accustomed to the bulbous plug pressing on your insides moaning as the ache became more a pleasurable throb you rocked a little in the air mouth open gasping as you rocked faster feeling the plug press against the back wall of you pussy, Henry quickly snatched up your hands one after the other locking them into the paw mittens. He stood back groaning loud as he watched cupping his erection rubbing along the bulge moaning rocking his hips into his palm as you kept arching your back. The sight was more erotic then he could have dreamed, he almost drooled as you rotated and wriggled your hips pushing back and forth trying to make your plug hit the spot he had pressed it to earlier moaning with closed eyes flushing a bright red, flinching as the tail ghosted your legs as it swayed behind you, turning you looked at the soft tail hanging between your legs giggling as the soft fur licked at your thighs. He snapped out of it and tugged you moving slower this time you stopped every so often moaning and whimpering as each step make your pussy twitch as the plug pressed against the back wall of it teasing your sensitive flesh from the wrong side by the time you got to the sofa both thighs were wet and you was shaking with need he sighed sitting down on it legs spread holding the lead tight keeping your head close to his crotch

"Come on baby time for your little treat" he said motioning for you to pull him free you brought your hands up fumbling with the zipper only really achieving to rub him through them ,making him grind against your hands throwing his head back you groaned in frustration whimpering at him resting your head in the inside of his thigh running your nose across the bulge sighing he looked down then petted you between your ears again.

"Oh kitten you can do better then that come on get daddy out." you pouted at him and nipped his thigh with your front teeth making him hiss and tug harshly on the lead growling at you before wrapping the cord around his fist once more pressing your nose into his crotch

"Bite me again kitten and see what happens, you think I wont fuck your throat raw? Ram into your mouth until my cock is choking you? Face fuck you until your pass out? I wouldn't test me kitten not now Ive waited to long to have you like this." His low ground out threats made you moan you couldn't wait until he fucked your mouth, already craving his salty taste, you kissed his cock through his trousers licking at it, it made you realize what you should do you trembled tucking your knees underneath you to keep your weight off of the plug you licked a long strip up the front of his trousers wetting them making him grunt again, one hand rested on your head petting you, you smirked watching through your lashes as he started flushing and panting, he loved it when you did this it was the only time he let you tease mostly because he was enjoying himself to much to fight for control, for all his talk of wanting control you think he secretly liked being at your mercy every once in a while, you poked out your tongue grazing his zipper then bit down making sure to press on him harshly making him yelp and hiss though clenched teeth when you dragged it down, he fumbled quickly undoing his top button and shimmied them down his hips giving you enough room to bite his boxers and pull them down....only you didn't you wrapped your lips over them sucking on him hard through them making sure to soak his boxers with spit making him groan giving a thrust up to your face fisting his fingers in you hair a little careful not to pull off the ears.

"FUCK kitten!! Oh GOD! fuck pleaseplease do that again!! come on once more such a good girl" you did taking your sweet time kissing and suckling on him nudging him with your nose pushing him up and latched onto the sensitive underside of his cock running your teeth over his hot flesh rocking your hips left and right letting your pussy massage itself poking out your tongue you flattened it running it up the vein near his head pinning it to his hip then opened your mouth around it humming, he jerked up ass leaving the seat moaning out loud swearing at you for being a tease, you continued up finding his swollen crown you licked at it then his slit sucking again on him. He groaned loud and drawn out flexing his fingers and widened his legs you carried on enjoying having the man at your mercy for once kissing and sucking at his twitching length he began rocking faster panting.

"OH! yesyesYES Baby...WAIT HOLD ON!... Fuck slow down!Dont nono that's it kitten thats enough daddies going to cum! NO! ENOUGH!" you giggled as he used the lead to jerk you away panting and sweaty you thought it was funny you'd never heard him that desperate before, he normally had godlike restraint holding himself back for hours if he really wanted to, he gasped then ran a hand across his face and melted into to sofa fighting of the impending orgasm. You sat there biding your time once he relaxed you swooped back in ready to force him to cum in his boxers, but only managed one kitten lick before being jerked away again he growled at you in warning giving you a stern look then tugged of his top still panting.

"you cheeky little thing!" you grinned raising yourself to your knees running your hands up his thighs as you leaned in kissing along the v of muscles above his boxers licking at his skin then nuzzled him lightly ghosting his stomach with your nose placing butterfly kisses here and there feeling him flex trying to arch his cock up to you, you slowly made your way down again opening your mouth tilting your head to engulf the muscle just on his boxers waistband flattening your tongue relishing in the pleasure filled noises he let loose and in the same moment curled your fingers over it the elastic pulling it away letting him spring free hitting your chin. He grunted as you let go letting the elastic snap back onto his balls only letting his cock free he looked down at you giving you a heated look

"Careful baby you don't want to play these games with me" you blinked innocently at him smiling then began kissing lower until you was at the base of his cock ignoring the small patch of hair at his root kissing him obscenely with open mouthed wet kisses then licked him from base to tip before plunging down on him he groaned closing his eyes tight

"FUCK KITTEN! Oohh god that's so hot, shit your mouth is SO FUCKING HOT UGH!" You sucked him deep swallowing around him letting one hand wander to his balls cupping them and rolling them in your palm your other hand dropped between your legs and you ground yourself on your hand moaning onto his cock as you worked your clit in slow firm strokes making your new gloves sticky and wet from your arousal. He cried out desperately bucking into your mouth and throat moaning and crying out cutting off his own words as you kept changing your pace hearing your little bell jingle with your movements on him bobbing your head slow with harsh sucks to his head then fast making sure to swallow or moan as he hit your throat focused solely on making him cum. Today he would cum first you were going to make sure. You whined as you changed direction on your clit feeling the heat in your belly slowly make its way down settling in your hard clit rubbing and tapping at it moaning louder as your orgasm began to build. He shivered his thighs jerking and trembling as you pointed your tongue pressing on the sensitive vein underneath it he shook his head clutching at the sofa grunting breathlessly each time he felt the vibrations of your throat moaning on him.

"BABY BABY STOP! I cant fuck please its to much- no nononono not yet I FuckFU-Fuuuck ah AH AH OH SHIT FUUUUUUCK" you ignored him, he was so lost that he had forgotten the lead, you used it to your advantage pulling back and sucking hard on his head licking at his slit then gripped his sack squeezing it tight as it tensed upwards then with one small drag of your teeth he whimpered loud and high releasing in your mouth jerking himself uncontrollably into your mouth face fucking you just like he threatened. You gave yourself a mental pat on the back but decided to go further swallowing as much of his cum you could but continued to suck and bob on him then cried out as your rocking hips found that perfect position on your clit making it throb and twitch your walls clenching, spasming making the plug move and caress your depths finally you screeched around his cock and came over your hand soaking the glove he yelped curling his feet into the floor shifting back trying to get away you followed placing your hands on his thighs pushing them back as he tried closing his legs trembling from your own release moaning and withering against him.

"UGH NOO FUCK STOPSTOPSTOOOP! ITS TO MUCH BA-KITTEN STOP IT NO PLEASE" he through his hands down blindly pushing you but you fought him wanting to torture him a bit, a little pay back for the other day you reasoned, but you couldn't fight him long even in his fucked out quivering state he was ten times stronger than you, you dragged your teeth across him one last time as he pushed you back off of him completely.

"Your a little bitch, you know that?" He said head tilted back and one arm draped across his eyes heaving deep breaths you just giggled kissing his thighs

"Where the fuck did that come from Anyway?" You just smirked licking your lip trying to collect the cum that had escaped from your mouth he groaned watching your pink tongue darting out.

“Meow?” You were a dangerous little kitten he decided. He looked down feeling your wet mitten then frowned a little before smiling deviously.

"Oh kitten? You didn't touch yourself did you?" You froze a little then sent him coy glance pulling your hands down slowly hoping he wouldn't notice. He caught your offending hand quickly

"Did you?" You shrugged feigning innocence as he pulled your hand up sniffing it you blushed

"It certainly smells like you" you whined at him flushing embarrassed making him chuckle, he licked a long strip of of the mitten slapping his lips as he puled away tutting.

"Oh i think you did didn't you? Because daddy knows exactly how you taste and that my sweet little kitten is definitely you on this little mitten, such a needy little kitty hm? Did suckling on daddy really make you that desperate? Poor little baby" you panted as he bent forward his pupils dominated the blue of his eyes hot and playful all in one he peered down at the wooden floor sighing.

"Such a messy little pussy you have" he pushed you back a little you ducked when his leg swung over you and he got up walking to the counter again you watched carefully as he approached the box you took the time to admire his taught ass as he bent forward a little reaching inside picking something out then folded the towel over his arm then hear the distinct sound of leather cracking on an open palm. You snapped out of your ass worshiping gaze eyes flicking to his hands as he spun around looking at him as he held a new leather paddle with a paw print on it he smiled slyly crooking a finger at you. Come here. You gulped then rose from your spot on the floor crawling toward him gulping.

"You know kitten you was very reckless at the door earlier it was very naughty trying to torture daddy and playing with yourself without permission? I think you should be.....Corrected shall we say, for future reference just as a deterrent?. After all prevention is better then cure isn't it?" he licked his lips watching you squirm on the spot just across the kitchen island he tested the small paddle again. Your whole body ceased up as he stared at you.

"Erm N-no lets not how about best two out of three? You know three strikes and your out?" He chuckled shaking his head.

"Oh baby but that was three strikes and how many times do i have to tell you? kittens don't talk do they?" You pouted trying to sit your bottom down only to jerk it back up as your tail plug pressed deeper and the soft fur tickled your leg... not only that you didn't want to get it wet with your arousal

"Come kitten what do you say?" You blushed

"Meow" his face lit up yet his eyes only got darker

"That’s it such a clever kitty, but I must say you will be getting more then three strikes of your new paddle trust me now come round here like a good girl" you crawled around to his side squeaking as he lifted you effortlessly bending you over the counter you hissed as your breasts squished into the freezing cold marble your toes didn't touch the floor as he shuffled you up with the edge of the island on your thighs. He stood off to the side a little admiring the way your grey tail hung between your legs, the pitiful noises were delicious he grunted feeling himself twitch already starting to harden again he patted you bottom drawing lines along the soft skin moving to your slit following up towards the plug lifting the tail holding it taught in a fist but not pulling it out just tugging enough to make it press down into your pussy from behind. You moaned squirming trying to follow it as he held it high toes scrabbling up the cupboard door failing.

"Oh baby that's so cute, you know I can see your pussy trying to find something to latch on to, does it feel hot? Is it empty? Sweet kitten you see if you had been a good girl following your rules, if you had stopped when daddy said and asked to touch yourself daddy would already be balls deep, battering away at your needy little pussy painting your insides with his cum... but no instead you hand to be a naughty girl and will have to settle for your paddle." You cried out as he circled your twitching clit as he spoke emphasizing words with shallow thrusts on his fingers he pulled away picking up the paddle striking your lower cheeks and pussy making you jump and moan hearing a wet slap as the sting settled in he pulled away running a hand over the pink spot

"Oohh look at that hah you have a little paw print on your tush now,I think fifteen will do don't you sweety? Five for each naughty thing you did? You know normally I would have you count and say thank you, but well seeing as your a kitten today you should meow instead" You groaned as he lifted it again slapping a bit harder this time you yelped as he aimed for the under curve of your left cheek then meowed dutifully.

"Very good again" he struck you again lower on your thigh no harder then before this time you meowed again moaning as your pussy clenched dripping on your touching thighs. You closed your eyes tight as he continued peppering your ass with the paddle the final five landed in quick succession on your weeping pussy you meowed loud and hard sobbing each pussy spank had directly struck the underside of your clit. Throwing the paddle on the counter he cupped your red swollen lips his hand cooling the burn. He smiled then tilted his hips up bringing his fully erect cock to your entrance. Throwing the towel down on the floor. You sobbed higher as he drew lines on your slit teasing your muscles you jerked against him just on the edge of cumming kicking out your legs.

"You know I have been doing some reading about squirting, I think I've sussed out how to make it happen on command shall we test it out?" You shook your head grunting as he thrust forward you cried out feeling him force your walls apart making room for his fat throbbing cock it stung more then ever with your weight on your tummy and plug in your ass but you loved it.

"Ugh! NOOO!AH AH FUCK!" You mewled grunting at each punishing thrust stretching you he was fighting the plug in your ass for room holding firm he grinded your clit you screeched as he angled his hips and tugged up on the tail making the embedded metal run along his cock growling. Before you knew what happened your body ceased walls tightened clamping around his cock moaning and gasping releasing, flooding over him he laughed groaning as your steady stream of cum hit his abdomen and washed over him.

"Oh fuck! yes I knew you could do it good girl, fuck that's so HOT! again more come on baby you can do it! Give it to daddy once more then I'll fill you" he grunted doubling his efforts stroking his cock around inside of you giving sharp tugs to your tail jolting you back against him to meet his brutal hips making you whimper at the harsh treatment one of his hand snuck below you pinching your clit almost jerking it off.

"FUCK I’m nearly there KITTEN! OH SHIT! Fuckfuckfuck you better fucking cum for me! Or I'll get the wand out again!" That did it You threw your head back placing your toes on the cupboard door rocking against him cumming again long and hard, so hard you couldn't make a sound all the air left you and you just hung there your mouth hanging open in a silent scream he grunted gabbing your shoulders pulling you back to him making your spine curve painfully as you fell apart around him again your sopping pussy sucking on him trying to trap him with on final painful thrust he growled rubbing his cock head on your cervix releasing torrents of cum into you. He lowered your shoulders down feeling you go limp taking a moment to catch his breath then he pulled the box towards him panting heavy fishing out another plug

"NOnonono please Henry no moreIi cant-I came again I promise I did please don't get the wand out!" You panicked pleading with him as his hand disappeared into the box pushing back on him, he smiled waving a dildo plug on your face

"Not a wand see this is for your pussy love, to keep my cum inside you for the rest of the day.....after all you was a bad kitten" you mewled relaxing happy he wasn't going to torture you again to tired to argue you laid still as he pulled himself from you quickly plugging you up before anything could escape. You moaned and wriggled he slid you off of the counter to you feet quickly supporting you as you nearly dropped to the floor smirking a smug little smile you reached behind you to pull the tail from you he smacked your hand away

"Ohh no I think I will have you stay like this all day, at least then I know you wont answer the door" you gaped then pouted at him crossing your arms at him

"A-all day? What if I get cold" he chuckled walking across to the sofa throwing you his tshirt you quickly tried slipping it on but dropped it due to your mittens you sulked stamping a foot he pulled on his boxers then returned picking up the tshirt sliding it on you then quickly undid the mittens you flexed your fingers when they were free , he collected the damp towel on the floor wiping down your thighs and between your legs you took the other end patting his pelvis down blushing realizing just how much mess you'd made you looked down still wiping him tears sprung to your eyes sniffling

"Oh god this is so embarrassing" could hear the quiver in your voice, ready to cry out of shame he growled not having non of that he shook his head hooking his fingers into your collar pulling you up on your tiptoes forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Not its fucking hot! I cant believe how sexy that was feeling you cum so thoroughly, drenching me uncontrollably, fuck it was the most amazing feeling! And I cant wait to make you soak me again and again, one day I’m going to drink it from you." You blushed shocked by his words as he leaned in kissing you passionately sucking on your tongue he pulled away tossing the towel into the washing machine then pulled the leather cuffs from the loops in the mittens throwing then in as well quickly turning it on to rinse and dry. Then quickly he scooped you up settling back on the couch, you squirmed pulling the tail from under you he held it up your back lightly then handed you the controller.

"Now show me your Jurassic park d-did you let the t rex out?" You smiled giggling at him nodding then snugged back into him as you started making a new paddock in the game. These next few months were going to be the best of your life if today was anything to go by.

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