#Pure fluff yall come and get your juice

[dinogoofymutated]

may i pretty please request a wolverine x reader where he gets super clingy when he’s tired and he’s just so soft with the reader following her around like a little puppy until she agrees to go to finally go to bed so they can cuddle and sleep and it’s just 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Wolverine/GN!Reader THIS!!! I absolutely love soft Logan and having this big, rageing machine of a man turn into an absolute puppy when he's sleepy and in love UGH. I need him to be real RN so we can go get married and live happily ever after in the mountains I stg Sorry that this one is kinda short. It's really fluffy and I hope yall enjoy! TWs: None! Reader is written pictuing fem but no pronouns mentioned.

    You woke up a little while ago with the striking revelation that you had completely forgotten to finish grading exams. Sure, you could have waited till the morning, but you had become restless. At this point, the only thing that was gonna help you fall back asleep was to just get it over with. 

   You let out a sigh as you finish another exam, moving on to the next one in the stack. You remember when you had first joined the X-men, expecting it to all be adventures and saving people from immediate threats- you never would have expected to be where you are now. The thought makes you laugh a little bit. You, a teacher? Oh, how times have changed. For the better, but changed nonetheless. The door to your classroom creaks open slowly, and you look over to see Logan. His eyes are half closed as he shuffles over to you, leaning over the back of your chair to wrap his arms around your shoulders and set his chin atop your head.

    “Come back to bed, baby.” Logan rumbles. You rub one of his arms back and forth with one of your hands as you continue to write with the other.

    “Sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask. Logan only hums from above you, adjusting his head to press his cheek against your hair. You know what he means, even if he won't admit it.

    “Okay, well just give me a moment and I’ll get back in bed with you, okay?” You tell him, admittedly feeling a little guilty for disturbing his sleep. Logan doesn’t respond, and instead begins to move to the other side of your chair.

    “Logan?” You call his name curiously as he begins to sit down on the floor next to you. He huffs as he leans his head against your thighs, practically using your lap as a pillow.

    “I’ll stay here, thanks.” He says, and you can't help but laugh a little.

    “Logan, There is no way that’s comfortable.” You protest, but he simply shrugs, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into your lap.

    “ ‘ve been through worse.” Logan sighs, and you swear you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. You can’t help but shake your head at him anyway, writing a graded letter on the latest exam before moving it over again.

    “You’re actually ridiculous, you know that?” Logan only hums in response to you, his breathing beginning to slow as you run a hand through his hair. The two of you sit like that for a while, and although you do feel bad about how uncomfortable it must be for him to sit down there like that, Logan doesn’t complain. You rub your eyes when you’ve finally finished grading the last exam, setting it neatly on your desk with the others. You’re ready to finally get up from that god-forsaken seat, but the weight in your lap is keeping you from doing so. When you look down, it’s clear to see that Logan has fully fallen asleep in your lap. You try to keep yourself from smiling too hard as you brush your hand across his shoulders and try to wake him up. 

    “Logan.” You call for him gently, and all he does is grunt in a sleepy way. “Come on, I’m gonna get a glass of water and then I’ll meet you in bed.” You shake him just a tad bit rougher, and Logan grunts again, slowly blinking his eyes open as he sits up. You run your hand through his hair one more time before standing. You wait for him at the door of the classroom, giving him a kiss on his cheek before you turn in the opposite direction, headed towards the kitchen. At first, you think you’re hearing things, but after a few more heavy steps from behind you, you turn around and are face to face with a sleepy, grumpy, Logan. You look at him in disbelief. 

    “I’m not going far. I’m just getting a drink and I’ll meet you in bed?” You can’t believe that he’s still trailing behind you, looking like a lost puppy. He almost pouts at you. Logan Howlett, the one and only Wolverine, pouting at you over something so silly.

     “Lo. You cannot be serious.” You say, once again trying your best not to laugh. Logan huffs at you, walking forward to take your hand before he’s leading you to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

     “You’ll get over it.” He grumbles. The walk to the kitchen to get water is just as quick as you thought it would be, if not a little longer due to Logan being stuck to your side the whole time, being built wide like a fridge and being in the way no matter what with how close he was. He’s got his arm draped over you on the way back to bed, refusing to be less than three inches away from you at all times. You hardly have time to lock the door to your shared room before he’s grabbing you by the waist and tugging you under the covers. God, he was so ridiculous like this and you love him so much for it. It takes a moment for you to get settled under the covers, Logan’s hold on you being equivalent to being held in a steel cage and leaving very little room for movement. 

    When you turn to tell him goodnight, he’s already fast asleep. You lean in and kiss him goodnight anyway, and you swear that you see him smile unconsciously before you tuck yourself into his chest, finally resting in his comforting and secure arms.

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[imaginedxlan]

loverboy (neville longbottom)

a/n: i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i am a SIMP for neville longbottom. also yall...  one away from 1k, how’d that happen? you guys rock my socks and i love you the absolutely most! sorry this one is kind of short i just liked the concept.

you’ve been friends with neville longbottom since first year. becoming comfortable with the shy boy and his frog over the years, you began calling him a nickname that makes him wish you would see him as anything other than your best friend.

warnings: zero baby just pure fluff

neville doesn’t open up to just anyone. after years of being shut down in every conversation, left out of nearly every house activity, he’s built a wall to protect himself from the people of hogwarts who constantly make him feel less than. you’re one of the lucky ones. you’ve seen beyond his high walls, he’s opened up to you about his parents, his insecurities and eventually pulled him out of his shell to talk about girls with you.

the nickname started when he told you about his small crush on luna lovegood. he seemed so entranced by her, he kissed the ground he walked on. once you caught on to his pining, you’ve called him loverboy ever since. it’s not to be mean or tease him, you actually admired how much he devoted his time to thinking about her.

what you didn’t know, however, is that it was never luna lovegood he was talking about. when he would describe his feelings for luna her name was only a placeholder for yours. he’d loved you since the moment he laid eyes on you, thinking even your crooked teeth, frizzy haired eleven year old self was the most beautiful creature he’d ever see.

“good morning loverboy,” you call sweetly as you sit next to the dark haired boy in potions class. you never found this class particularly interesting, but being able to sit next to neville made it at least slightly more fun. his heart aches at the nickname, trying to conceal the blush that is creeping on his cheeks. “sleep well?”

“hardly,” he replies, still keeping up his façade. “harry talks in his sleep all through the night. keeps me and trevor awake for hours.”

you smile at the mention of his beloved frog. “oh my dear trevor! how is my favorite amphibian?”

neville can’t contain his smile or his heart that hammering in his chest. you’re the only person who’s ever shown interest in the things he likes, the things he goes on and on about for hours. you’ve never once stopped him from going off on a tangent about his mimbulus mimbletonia or how he’s lost trevor for the tenth time that week. you’ve never rolled your eyes when he comes to sit with you in the library. you’ve never shied away from sitting next to him in herbology though many students find his chiming in rather annoying.

“he’s good,” he replies, trying to stop himself from gazing at you for too long. “i think he misses you.”

you laugh at his response, you really do love that frog. “you better make sure i’m not replaced as trevor’s favorite girl when you finally make a move on luna,” you tease but his heart drops. he knows it’s only a joke but he can’t imagine loving anyone other than you. “if i’m losing one of my loverboys i don’t think my heart could take losing the other as well.”

except you could never lose him. he can’t think of a time when his heart would belong to anyone else. he couldn’t say the same for you. as much as he wants to be around you and knows the nickname isn’t meant to make him sad, it only reminds him of the fact that he’ll never truly be your loverboy. the time will come when you go for a weasley or maybe even that ravenclaw boy you’ve talked about in defends against the dark arts with you and neville isn’t quite sure his heart will survive it.

as professor snape opened his book at the front of the class, the class quieted down. veritaserum. you had heard about the potion, mostly from the weasley twins slipping it in their younger brother’s drink once or twice, but you’d never used it. neville begins to fidget nervously beside you, and you think you know why. privacy has always been very important to the boy and something forcing him to talk about his deepest darkest fears or worse, his parents, is probably eating away at him.

you’re wrong. he’s so nervous because he’s afraid he’ll slip up if he takes it and someone will accidentally ask him about you. he won’t be able to keep his secret anymore.

“s’alright nev,” you whisper to him, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it slightly. an act of intended comfort made him nauseous. “i won’t let anyone pull any secrets from my loverboy, promise.”

you give him a sweet smile which only makes his heart race more. you’re so beautiful, even without the potion he could’ve let that thought slip to you if he wasn’t too careful. as class goes on, he thanks his lucky stars he isn’t chosen for the demonstration. watching you brew the potion to perfection surely would have made it difficult for him to keep back all the feelings he has for you.

later in the evening, however, he did not get so lucky. the twins somehow convinced seamus and dean to slip a few drops of the potion they’d learned to make that morning into neville’s pumpkin juice at dinner. you didn’t notice or surely you would have taken it from them and scolded them for picking on the boy, but you were to engrossed in a conversation with hermione to catch it. neville almost immediately realizes what’s happened when seamus begins asking him questions.

“how your feeling, longbottom?”

“tired, honestly kind of sweaty, really think i need a shower after dinner,” he says before he can stop himself, he smacks his hand to him mouth and his cheeks go red. dean and seamus burst out laughing making all of you turn to the three of them.

“sweaty? why would you possibly be sweaty neville?” dean continues the interrogation.

“been nervous all day, especially in potions. couldn’t get my mind off the stupid veritaserum and if anyone would ask me about y/n,” neville replies with his cheeks turning more red by the minute. you now had your full attention in the boy and he couldn’t stop the word vomit spilling from his lips. “you should have seen her, she brewed the potion perfectly. she’s so smart. godric and beautiful, i-”

you immediately stop him by smacking your own hand to his mouth. “merlin’s sake what did the two of you do?”

dean and seamus have a cheeky grin spread across their lips. “fred and george gave us veritaserum to put in his juice, didn’t think this would happen.”

without a second thought you pull your best friend from the table and out of the great hall to spare him of any more embarrassment he would have to endure. neville follows you blindly, grateful that you didn’t sit there and start laughing at him. when you get to the common room it’s empty, everyone being at dinner. you pull him to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you look in the glowing flame.

“are you okay?” you ask, pulling your hand from his to look into his eyes. “i’m sorry they did that nev, you didn’t deserve that.”

“i’m more than okay,” he replies with a lazy grin on his face before switching back to his stone cold face full of nerves. “i like it when we’re by ourselves, wish it happened more often.”

“what do you mean, loverboy?”

“i wish you wouldn’t call me that,” he snaps but immediately regrets his tone. “not if you don’t mean it.”

“what are you on about? i mean it.”

“not in the way i want you to mean it...”

you’re trying to wrap you’re mind around what’s happening. sure you and neville have always been close and you compliment eachother here and there but this is different. you don’t want to take advantage of him, not when he’ll tell you everything you want to know while you can sit back and enjoy the show. you swiftly get up and tell him you’ll be right back. he sits on the couch confused as he watches you run out of the room. you make it to the great hall and everyone is looking at you as if you’ve gotten answers out of him that they’d want to know but you ignore him. you lift the tainted cup that neville had drank out of just minutes ago and take a swig.

“y/n!” hermione shrieks and you swallow the liquid. “what do you think you’re doing!”

“getting answers.” you say simply before running out of the room. you don’t feel any different, maybe it hadn’t worked. once you reach the common room again neville is exactly where you left him. “back.”

“what’d you do?”

“i drank the veritserum too,” you tell him and his eyes go wide. “this is going to be a fair conversation.”

neville swallows the lump in his throat at the thought of the two of you being completely honest with each other. he’s partly afraid the truth he’s about to hear is that you only want to be his friend, or that him confessing his feeling for you will only push you away. but there’s another part of him that’s hopeful, you took the veritaserum so this would be “fair,” that has to mean something.

“what were you doing to say when i stopped you earlier?” you ask him. “you said ‘i’ but i stopped you.”

he tries his best to push down the answer but it keeps making its way up his throat. “i was going to say i couldn’t keep my eyes off you all class.”

blush creeps onto your cheeks but you’re not certain why. you noticed him looking at you in potions but you assumed he was trying to understand how to make the potion.

“you’re turn.”

he thinks for a while, unsure of what he should ask you. “do you like matthew, the boy you talk about in ravenclaw, like like him?”

“i like him as a friend, nothing else,” you say back, your heart beginning to race. “do you like luna?”

“i never did, i like someone else.” he answers. you wish it was your turn again, you want to ask him who, part of you knows he’s going to say you given what you’ve learned this evening. you reach out to hold his hand and his touch makes your skin burn. “have you ever thought of us as more than friends?”

you want to say yes, you know it the answer he wants to hear, but it’s not the truth. you can’t lie to him even if you wanted to. before this moment, you only thought of him as a friend. not because you dislike him or think he’s unattractive, it’s just all he’s ever been to you. you take a deep breath and turn your eyes down to the floor.

“honestly, no,” you say back, neville swears he can hear his heart break within him rib cage. his heart burns at your response. he’s gotten his answer. “when did you start to think of me as more than a friend.”

he never came out and said he had feelings for you, but you’ve connected the dots. everything he’s answered, all the questions he’s asked points to him looking at you as more than just his friend. you’re not sure how to feel about it.

“first year, the minute you spoke to me i couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl i’d ever seen, i still do, ” his words make your heart burst. you turn your head to meet his eyes again. they’re burning into you’re gaze. “what is it about me that’s made you only think of me as a friend, do you think i’m ugly?”

“godric no!” you say a bit too quickly for your own liking. “i never thought of you that way because that’s all we ever were neville, friends. i noticed how handsome you were last year, the long hair suited you, but i think you look nice any way you are. i had a dream about you at the christmas last year, i think that’s when i noticed how handsome you were. i guess i just never entertained the thought because you never gave me the impression you wanted anything more than this.”

he feels less shattered, less like you just ripped his heart out with your bare hands. hearing that you think he’s handsome sent butterflies to stomach. he’s quiet and so are you.

“do you want to stop?”

“no, i have another question,” he replies, pulling his hands from yours and backing away from you. you miss his touch already. maybe you did like him a little more than you thought. he braces himself for what’s about to come out of his mouth, for your reaction to what’s about to come out of his mouth. “if i asked to kiss you would you say no?”

“no.” you tell him quietly, if you thought your heart couldn’t pound any faster, it did. it feels like it’s about to jump from your chest. “do you want to kiss me?”

“merlin yes,” he almost whispers. he doesn’t move from his spot, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. always being the braver of the two of you, you take matters into your own hands. you pull yourself closer to him and rest your hand upon his cheek, forcing him to make eye contact with you again. you suck in a breath, the closest the two of you had ever been. “i’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“i know.”

you lean forward only a few centimeters until your lips are barely touching. you hesitate only because you know after this moment you can’t go back to being just friends again, this is going to change everything. even so, there’s like a magnetic pull between you too, you’re craving the feeling of his lips against yours.

while still deep in your thought and hesitations, your eyes drilled shut as you try and decide what to do, you feel his lips press against yours and you melt. it’s better than either of you could have imagined. while neville had be dreaming of this moment for six years, you had only just begun thinking about him in this way minutes ago. you place your free hand on the side of his neck and he places his on the small of your back, pulling you closer into him. You move yourself so that your sat on top of his thighs, attempting to expel any space between the two of you. his hands rest on your hips just before you pull away from him to catch your breath. his eyes flicker between yours, looking for an answer to what you’re feeling.

“i’m sorry,” he says sheepishly, thinking the worst. “do you want to stop? we can pretend this never happened.”

“i never want to stop.”

you connect your lips with his again, slinging your arms around his neck to feel the closeness again. you know he’s never done anything like this before, he’s probably nervous out of his mind, so you attempt to ease his worries by guiding his actions. in just the few minutes you’ve spent with your lips on his, you’ve because obsessed with the feeling. you can hear how heavily he’s breathing as his hand moves from your side to be entangled in your hair. you can’t help but smile, this moment is pure bliss.

you eventually pull away from each other, you decide it’s best to keep this night to just his first kiss. you lean forward and plant a soft kiss to the side of his neck before burying your face in the soft skin. eventually his breath evens out, and he moves his arms to wrap around you.

“what happens now?” he asks, hoping the veritaserum can give him some sort of clear view into your brain.

“i don’t know,” you reply, it’s honest, you have no idea what happens from here on out. “what do you want to happen?”

“i want to kiss you like that a million more times,” he breathes out which makes you laugh into his neck. looks like ther veritaserum hasn’t worn off just yet. “can we just sit here for a minute so we don’t have to think about what’s gonna come?”

“you read my mind, loverboy.”

#neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom #neville x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter

[uwuwriting]

Midoriya, Todoroki and Mirio waking up with kisses

Request: May I request best boys Todo, Mirio and Deku waking up with kithes. They’re all grown up and maybe the kithes aren’t coming only from the reader......okay I may want them to have kids and be all cute. - anonymous

Um excuse me who gave you the right to make this cute request? I have weak resolve and um ->this<- close to writing another dad fic. I LOVE TODOROKI SO MUCH I SWEAR I COULD DIE! Sorry for the small break I took yall but I’m back and better than ever *that's an overstatement bc my allergies decided to ruin my summer*. Hope you like it. Love ya. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: characters are aged up, todoroki and mirio are dads, deku is a dad to be, fluff till your very soul

Midoriya Izuku

-Izuku is a very busy hero. 

-Being the number one in Japan and running his own hero agency is very tiring. 

-He loves spending time with you and really tries to make it up to you whenever he is called into an emergency. 

-Now, Izuku as an expecting dad is a whole other issue. 

-He doesn’t spend as much time at his agency, deciding to take his paperwork home and do it while you’re in his line of vision. 

-Being such an important and strong hero puts both you and your child in danger so he prefers being in a one mile radius. 

-Helicopter dad 99% of the time. 

-There are however, times when he has to go to the agency or on patrols. 

-And there are times when he has to answer to an emergency. 

-This was one of those times.

-He was chilling on the couch while you basically slept on him, on hand massaging your lower back and one rubbing soft circles on your belly feeling the baby kick once in a while. 

-He loves feeling them kick.

-They always do when he touches your belly. 

-You told him that they already love him, “reacting to their daddy’s touch is a sign of pure affection”.

-Now many things happened at once. 

-They gave a rather powerful kick, waking you up with a whine while his phone started ringing on the coffee table. 

-He had to leave and you almost had to kick him out the door since he didn’t want to leave. 

- “But why do I have to go???? I wanna stay with my babies!”

- “MIDORIYA IZUKU!”

-He came home really late that night and collapsed on the bed, wrapping you in his arms nuzzling into your hair before drifting off to sleep. 

-It was one of those rare mornings when you woke up first, from a kick...again.

 -You expected Izuku to be already awake but nope, he was snoozing. 

-You really cherished these moments. 

-You never truly got to see him really relax anymore, both with hero work and his constant worry for the baby he always had that wrinkle in between his brows.

-Even asleep. 

-Last night’s fight must have taken a lot out of him.

-Getting restless you decided to nuzzle into his neck, leaving feather light on his shoulder, neck and jaw. 

-He didn’t even stir. 

-Trailing up his jaw you left a kiss on each cheek and two on his nose before cupping his face and peppering his forehead. 

-The last kiss was on his lips, feeling him kiss back as he finally woke up. 

- “Mmm good morning.” 

-You just kissed his nose again making him scrunch it up.

-Placing his hands on your sides, his thumbs rubbed your belly as his lips followed their own trail along your face.

-You giggled as he explored your face letting out small whines every time he kissed a rather ticklish spot. 

-He finally reached your lips giving you a long kiss and bringing you flush to his chest. 

- “I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”

-Just then your kid decided it was a good time to sucker punch you in the liver, giving their father their own little good morning.  

-Izuku chuckled at your groan and leaned down pecking your stomach. 

- “Good morning to you too little one.”

Bonus

- “I think I might be having a kidney failure.”

- “Y/N come on don’t be dramatic.” 

- “You want me to kick you in the balls?”

- “No.....”

- “Good now less talking more kisses.”

Todoroki Shouto

-Shouto having a day off is a blessing. 

-Your daughters are angels whenever their dad is home wanting to let him relax.

-When I say that the twins are daddy’s girls I mean it. 

-It’s not only about them getting what they want it’s also about loving their dad unconditionally. 

-They don’t see him as the easy parent who will let them go on with their shenanigans unbothered. 

-They just see him less and really miss him so they usually do their best to give him a relaxed and happy afternoon or day off. 

-So when he told you that he was taking the week off you guys were so excited. 

-Your girls even though they were like three stayed calm and collected, dawning their dad’s infamous poker face when he came home that night, playing quietly on the living room floor. 

-The night was really quiet. 

-You knew that the girls were excited and were bubbling with energy, they talked your ear off when you broke the news to them but they also wanted their dad to relax. 

-Really you could never truly understand them.

-They were the most considerate toddlers you have ever met.

 -Since they know that their parent’s jobs are hard, since you are both in the hero business, they always restrained themselves. 

-The toddlers Fuyumi or Natsuo described while the babysat, the constantly arguing and bickering twins, were a far cry from what you saw at home. 

-Sure they had their slip ups but they were generally well behaved. 

-The did crawl onto their dad’s lap though at the end of the night, snuggling into his relative sides and snoozing off almost immediately. 

-The next morning you woke up first.

-Todoroki was sleeping almost on you, his arms around your waist as his head was buried into your neck. 

-He looked really tired last night, poor baby must have been exhausted. 

-You moved some of his hair from his eye tracing the red skin of his scar with your fingertip. 

-Long into your relationship he had told you that he felt self conscious about his scar. 

- “Not many people will find this attractive, I-I think you could do much better than this.” 

-From that day on you had made it your mission to make sure he knew you loved him, scar and all. 

-Leaving a few kisses on his forehead you raised his head slightly bringing your lips to the scarred tissue of his eye as you left feather light kisses on the red skin. 

-When his grip on your waist tightened you let his head rest back on your chest and whispered a soft I love you. 

-That’s when you heard the pitter patter of little feet on the marble floor of your home. 

-Whispers could be heard from outside your door and only caught the words ‘breakfast’ and ‘you’re stupid’, before your bedroom door opened ever so slightly.

-Two heads of fluffy hair, one snow white and one fiery red, walked in and made their way to your bed. 

-You stifled your laughter as one of your three year olds tripped over one of Shouto’s shoes grabbing onto her sister for support.

-You could feel the glare the white haired girl gave to her twin without having to see it. 

-They made their way to your side of the bed, locking eyes with you and waddling to you as quietly as possible. 

-They both gave you a few kisses before looking at their dad who was completely oblivious to all this. 

-You motioned to them to go around the bed and climb on from his side.

-The twins nodded and before you knew it the two of them were looming over Shouto.

-You kinda expected them to plop down on him and give him a heart attack but you melted when your girls just laid their heads on their dad’s back. 

-Shouto stirred at the extra weight but he didn’t wake up. 

-After like ten minutes of your snuggling, the twins got restless and started their master plan of waking their father up. 

-One of them settled fully on his back while the other moved some of his hair from his eyes, like you had done previously.

-Then the assault began. 

-Soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks, under his eye, on his nose. 

-Really anywhere they could reach.

-Soon enough Shouto woke up a smile adorning his features as he slowly wiggled out of your arms, placing the twins between the two of you. 

-He rested his chin on your white haired daughter and brought an arm over both of them reaching for your hand on the other side. 

- “Good morning snowflakes.” 

- “Good morning daddy.” 

-He made all of you snuggle with him for half an hour before scooping his girls into his arms and walking out the door to make breakfast. 

-One of his top mornings no doubt. 

Bonus

- “We tried to make breakfast.”

- “But Ren burned the toast.”

- “And you froze the juice.”

- “My little girls are not the best cooks huh?”

-*incoherent mumbling*

Mirio Togota

-To say that Mirio is busy is an understatement. 

-Being the owner of a large hero agency and doing his own hero work on the side even though he no longer has his quirk really takes a toll on him. 

-Having a four year old son didn’t make things easier. 

-He wanted to be there for his child like his father was there for him.

-He hits him really hard when he comes home one night and he finds his son sleeping on the living room couch clearing waiting for him to come home. 

-Until recently the two of them had a ritual before they went to bed. 

-Your son said that it scared the nightmares away. 

-But a handful of paperwork had fallen into Mirio’s hands forcing him to stay longer at the agency, missing his son’s bedtime by two hours. 

-It was the first night that you ad let him wait for Mirio knowing how ever since their small ritual stopped happening , nightmares had been keeping the little boy awake. 

-But alas sleep had won him over and now he was being carried to bed by his dad. 

-Mirio almost had a breakdown later saying that he was a horrible father. 

-You had to calm him down by giving him some examples of him being an amazing dad before luring him to bed. 

-Later that night your son woke up from a nightmare, trembling and crying out for his parents. 

-He spent the night in your bed, Mirio placing him in the middle bringing him flush to his chest. 

-He calmed down rather quickly and was asleep in no time, you two following suit soon after. 

-The next morning you woke up to small kisses on your  forehead as chubby hands held your cheeks. 

-It was the cutest thing you had ever seen. 

-Big blue eyes looked back at you as you opened your eyes, a small twinkle in them. 

-You brought him into a hug, rubbing his back softly as your other hand reached out to grab Mirio’s under the sheets. 

-After a mini cuddle session with mini Mirio you motioned to big Mirio and winked at your son. 

-Slowly getting up you straddled his hips as you placed your son gently on his chest. 

-He let out a low grunt but only placed a hand on your hip turning his head to the side. 

-Then you dove in.

-You left small kisses on his jaw, cheeks and lips while your son hugged him really really tightly. 

-Your kiss attack continued until Mirio’s giggles bounced off the walls, his arms shooting up to wrap around your back, trapping both of you in his embrace. 

-It was his turn to attack you both with kisses, not holding back at all.

-Really your plan kinda back fired. 

-When you finally got up almost an hour later, Mirio had that proud smile on his face. 

- “Maybe I’m not that bad of a dad after all.”

-You just kissed him again a little more passionate now that you were out of your son’s sight. 

Bonus

- “W-when did you come down? I didn’t hear you coming down the stairs.”

- “He has your quirk you dummy!”

- “Don’t call dad a dummy!”

- “Go put some pants on you shrimp!”

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[ninetoedwriter]

His Beautiful Masterpiece

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! and SMUT! Also FLUFF! 

Summary: *Requested by @nick-1432* After returning home from a Mardi Gras parade, all stressed. You and Klaus share a heated moment, leading him to take your virginity. ​

Word Count: 2,025

Edited by: @marrymecas​

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing a smut fanfic, so please bear with me. But thank you for requesting this, and I am sorry for how long it took me to write it (I wanted to make sure it was perfect lol). And Happy Belated Birthday! If anyone would like to request anything, feel free! The fandoms I write for are in my bio, but if you would like to ask if I write for a certain fandom that is not listed go ahead! And enjoy!

Walking inside the compound out of the cold, you place your purse and the beads you collected from the parade on the nearest table. You sigh, rubbing your hands together, trying to gain some feeling back in them. It was nearly one in the morning, and you just got home from the Krewe of Bacchus parade. All you wanted to do now was be in Klaus's arms. And feel his loving and gentle touch.

Before you could even take another step, you look up to see the man you fell in love with a year ago standing in front of you. He has his signature smirk on, god that man knew how to make your knees go weak. You didn't even stop to greet him, you close the gap between y'all instantly. Bringing your arms around his neck, which he responded to wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

"Well, hello, love. Missed me?" Klaus jokes, kissing your forehead.

"Like you could not believe, I am never going to another parade again, especially without you," you announce, going on ranting about how horrible it was. While you were explaining Klaus starts to run his fingertips up and down your arms slowly, he then moves them to your lower back. Lifting your shirt up slowly, to run his fingers over the small of your back in a circular motion. Next thing you know, he grabs your waist, pulling it close against him and crashes his lips onto yours.

You didn't know how to respond, you did the only thing you thought of and kissed back. Y'all shared an intense and passionate kiss. Your eyes remain closed, you pull back for air. "That's one way to make a girl stop talking." you breathe out.

"I couldn't help it," Klaus smirks, "you are just so damn hot when you rant." He starts placing small kisses from your jaw down to your neck, that's when you throw your head back and let out a moan. Letting him know he found your sweet spot, he continues to suck and nip on your sensitive skin. He slid his hands down to cup your ass. You were so caught up in the moment of pure bliss, that you hadn't even realized he had moved both of y'all to his bedroom.

"Klaus," you spoke, placing your hand on his chest, pushing him back gently.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks, stopping what he was doing immediately.

"Nothing, it's just that, uh... I'm a virgin," you answer, giving him an unsure smile. He returns it with a genuine smile.

"We will go at your pace. If at any moment you want to stop, tell me immediately." Klaus spoke softly. He did not continue with anything until you answered.

"I will, I promise." you smile, and that is when he continued. He places his lips back onto yours, going for another kiss. He nibbles against your bottom lip, begging for entrance, you happily oblige. Y'alls tongues fight for dominance, which he quickly won.

While greedily exploring your mouth, he gently grabs your hips, pulling you as close as possible. You could feel his hard, you ground into him wanting some kind of friction. Causing him to chuckle against your lips.

Clothes were now being taken off and thrown in opposite sides of the room. Still kissing you, Klaus picks you up by the thighs and walks you over to your shared bed. Placing you down on the soft surface, he breaks the kiss and starts to gaze over your beautiful body. Every curve, scars, and freckles.

Which causes you to get nervous. You start to move your arms to cover your chest. But before you could hide your breast, Klaus took hold of your wrists and pin them with care above your head.

"You are beautiful love," he whispers, his thick British accent coming through. Causing heat to pool up.

Leaning down, he gives you a sweet kiss, then moves his mouth to your right breast and massages your left breast. His mouth and hand, works wonders on your nipples, dragging out quiet moans from you.

His free hand goes down to your mound, he teasingly swipes up between your folds to your clit. Causing a loud moan to escape your throat, you buck your hips up to get more friction, but he easily keeps you down with his strength. He lets your breast go from his mouth with a 'pop' and places sloppy kisses trailing his way up to your ear.

"You are so wet already," he groaned into your ear, just turning you on even more. He nips at your earlobe, before trailing kisses back down your body.

His hot breath hovers over your soaking pussy. He makes eye contact with you as he makes a puppy lick over your core. Throwing your head back, a moan escapes your lips, followed by louder moans as he locks his mouth over your clit. You tried to close your legs by extinct, but he curled his arms around them, keeping them held open as he worked his tongue over your throbbing clit, like magic.

You arch your back and bring your hands to his beautiful curls, wrapping your fingers in them. Your eyes roll back as your moans get louder and louder. He continues his magic, and when you feel like you are about to explode, he pulls away. Causing you to whimper and shake slightly, Klaus brought himself back to your face level.

"Sh, love, sh. It's alright. You will get to cum soon." he whispers lovingly in your ear as he rubs his fingers against your upper arm and gives you a loving kiss in an attempt to calm you down from your high.

Once you are calm, he brings his hand back down to your sensitive area, all while keeping eye contact. He slowly swipes in between your folds to make sure you were still wet enough, making you moan at the touch. He keeps his finger in between your folds, teasing your entrance.

"Now love, I need you to listen to me, I am going to slide a finger in. It will hurt at first, but I need you to let me know if you need me to stop. Alright?" Klaus asks, not moving his finger an inch till you respond.

"Okay," you mumble, that being the only word you can think of at the moment.

He then starts to move his finger into you slowly, you bit your lip and let out a shaky breath. He slowly pumps his finger in and out, all while keeping eye contact with you. Your shaky breaths soon turn into moans of pleasure; once you are adjusted to his finger, he moves faster.

He made you a moaning mess, you grip onto his back, needing to hold onto something. That's when you feel him enter a second finger. He moves his two fingers inside you slowly, like he had done before. And only went faster when he knew you were ready.

As he pumps his two fingers in and out, his palm would slide against your clit, just adding the right amount of pressure. You were moaning, shaking mess underneath Klaus. He was watching you come undone under him, he looked at you like you were one of his masterpieces. It feels like magic, from the way he moves his fingers, he kisses you with such passion, the way he touches you in all of the right places and the gentleness that follows.

Before you can finish, he pulls away. He didn't wait this time to let you calm down, he shifts himself to line his dick up with your entrance. He gives you a loving kiss, then places his forehead against yours.

"Are you ready?" he asks, remaining eye contact.

The only thing you could muster was a hum as you nod your head. Klaus pushes his dick into you slowly until he is entirely inside you. He stays completely still, not wanting to move until you are ready. Once you adjust to his size, you could not take him remaining still anymore. You want… no, you need him to fuck you.

"Please, Klaus, please, just fuck me already," you whine. He moves his dick in and out of you, he starts slowly and gradually gets faster. He shifts, causing his dick to hit your g-spot, causing your moans to get even louder. He continues to hit your soft spot while he moves his hand down to rub your clit simultaneously.

He gives you a heartfelt and heated kiss, drowning your moans within his mouth. Your toes curl up, muscles tighten, and one of your hands is tangled in his curls' as the other one makes scratch marks down his back. His moves start to get sloppy, signaling he was about to cum.

He moves his lips to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe, before whispering "Cum for me."

Within seconds you came with a loud moan, your walls clenching around his dick.

"Oh fuck!" you moaned loudly, followed by you moaning out his name along with other things. Soon after, Klaus came pouring his warm juices into you.

Y'all were a panting and moaning mess as y'all rode out yalls high. After y'all both calm down, he slowly pulls out. You whimper from the retraction.

He brushes your hair behind your ear before asking, "Are you alright, love?"

"I'm more than alright… that was amazing." you breathe, wearing a lazy smile.

He chuckles before giving you a sweet kiss. He gets up and goes to the bathroom that is connected to y'alls room. And returns seconds later with a damp cloth.

"Breathe," he advises, before cleaning you up. You were still really sensitive, you hold your breath until he is done. After he set the cloth on the nightstand beside the bed, climbing into bed beside you. Pulling you into him and placing the covers over y'all.

Klaus places a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead and rubs your arm sweetly as you fall asleep on him. Later, he falls asleep to your calming heartbeat.

****

Opening your eyes, you stretch slightly and look up to see Klaus sleeping peacefully. You softly kiss his jaw, before you get up and out of his arms and slip Klaus's t-shirt that was discarded on the floor, to get you something to eat. You did need to eat as much as you hate to leave the comfort of his arms wrapped around you, especially after the long night you had.

Walking downstairs and through the courtyard, you make your way to the kitchen, that is when you see a donuts box on the island. You grab your favorite kind of donut, and as you're about to take a bite, the donut is taken from your hands.

"Hey! I was gonna eat that!" you whine, turning around to face the food thief. You try to reach up and grab your donut. But luckily for him, y'alls height difference made it impossible for you to reach it.

"Well, I was going to eat that," Klaus smirks, motioning down to your vagina. "But you left the bed too early before I could get a chance."

Your face flushes a bright shade of red, you most likely look like a tomato. Which only makes Klaus chuckle. He leans down and kisses the tip of your nose, you scrunch your face. He places the donut on the island, and picks you up by the thighs and sits you on top of the island.

"In fact, you may need to eat it, after all, our day is going to be very long. Since no one is arriving back home till tomorrow." Klaus spoke seductively, causing heat to go to your core within seconds. This man knew exactly what to say and do to make your face flush, your heart pound, and get you soaking wet without even touching you.

You grab the hem of his underwear and pull him in between your legs, you crash your lips onto his. When you pull back for air, you purr "Then show me,"   

#the originals #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #klaus mikaelson smut #smut fanfic #smut fanfiction #fluff

[the-sunshine-dims]

“𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦”

yall hurt™ roceit stans have more roceit juice, this time pure fluff, with a dash in forehead kisses

words: 448

pairing: roceit

warnings: fluff, nightmare mention, (i dont think theres much of anything else but if theres something else please tell me!)

ao3 link

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Deceit hummed in confusion as someone knocked on his door, he spared a glance at the clock 

Yeah it was really late, almost 4 am,

He sighed after a moment, he got up out of his desk chair and went to the door, carefully opening it to only to see a tired, nervous looking Roman

His eyebrows creased together in concern immediately as he laid eyes on his boyfriend

After a moment he opened his mouth to speak but roman cut him off

“I couldn’t sleep… and I could see your room light through the door crack.. can I hang out with you for a bit?” His voice was fragile but still soft as he spoke

After a second of processing the words deceit silently nodded, getting out of the way so Roman could enter

After another couple moments they located on deceit bed, which was surprisingly soft, with a lot of blankets and pillows, 

“Sorry..” Roman mumbled uncomfortably after a moment

Deceit guessed that Roman had woken up from a nightmare rather than just couldn’t fall asleep if he was acting like this, he hummed “it’s ok, trust me, it's not a problem,” 

Roman nodded though deceit could tell he didn’t believe he wasn't bothering him 

So he exhaled and leaned back onto the headboard before giving a soft smile “I’m glad the light side and dark side thing is diminished, now my amazing boyfriend-“ he still couldn’t believe they were actually officially boyfriends -“can just come walk over to my door when he’s not feeling well,”

Roman looked down before mumbling “me too,” 

Deceit smiled again and carefully made a motion to encourage Roman scoot closer, after a second he did and he started to cuddle Into dees side 

Dee smiled down at him “now, what do you wanna put on, not pay attention too, and fall asleep too?” He asked carefully summoning the remote (perks of not being a real human)

Roman laughed softly, already starting to feel better “hmm what about treasure planet?”

Deceit faux-gasped “something with no songs i'm surprised!” He said dramatically holding a hand to his chest but after a moment he pressed play on treasure planet

“Thank you Dee” roman said softly making deceit flush slightly 

“No problem ro” deceit said equally as soft

It was quiet for a while besides a couple of gasps from Roman followed by not serious ‘you seen this movie!’s’ from dee

It was nice

After another while deceit looked from the tv down to roman who had fallen asleep 

He smiled softly before readjusting to pull blankets over the two of them,

He gently kisses romans forehead before speaking

“Goodnight my prince”

#ts deceit #ts janus #deceit sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #ts roman #ts creativity #creativity sanders #ts roceit #roceit #romantic roceit #sanders sides #the cold one writes #sanders sides fanfiction

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Glitter ~ Jesperi Kotkaniemi

A/N: hey yall how goes it? I’m super sick and have been for like a month and just keep getting worse so that’s fun but I’ve been reading a lot and watching a lot of hockey and I just have to say that Jesperi is like the cutest fucking thing?? like how?? why?? who let this happen?? anyway this song glitter has been stuck in my head for days and I just thought it was cute and This is cute so I mean enjoy. It’s just pure happy cute fluff

I don’t know how I ended up in the situation I was in. I was sitting in Jesperi’s crowded house for a housewarming party. I barely knew the guy but I was really good friends with Nick and he was the one who dragged me over. I had of course seen Jesperi around before and I had talked to him before but we weren’t close by any means. Not that I hadn’t wanted to be, the boy was funny and quite frankly adorable in a really innocent kind of way which made me nervous around him. Tonight was no exception to that, it had been super awkward when I first walked in with Nick, neither one of us really knowing what to say to each other.

It was really warm in the house with all the people inside, it didn’t help that people were leaving the doors open letting the summer heat in as well. I made my way through the sweaty bodies to the kitchen to get a drink. I wasn’t drinking alcohol tonight though, someone had to make sure Nick didn’t die. Even though I’m sure the older members of the team wouldn’t let him get that drunk it still made me feel better to be sober when he was letting loose the way he was. When I got into the kitchen I saw him stumbling around talking to Jesperi.

“(Y/N) come here!” Nick yelled slurring his words. I laughed but went over to them.

“What’s up Nicky?”

“Drink with us?”

“I’m not drinking tonight. You know that.”

“Come on, just one? We’re trying to celebrate Kk getting a house.”

“I’m here to celebrate, I’m not here to get trashed.” I said flicking his forehead making Jesperi laugh and me smile at the sound.

“Ow! You’re boring. I’m going to the bathroom. Talk to Kk. Be nice.”

“I’m always nice asshole.”

“Oh yeah really nice.” he said rolling his eyes leaving the room leaving me and Jesperi fairly alone except for a few drunk people getting drinks.

“This is-” “Are you-” you both spoke at the same time making you both laugh awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” he asked.

“Um I was just saying that this is a really nice place you’ve got.”

“Oh yeah? Thanks. I really like it.”

“Yeah it’s really cool. What were you trying to say?”

“Oh um I was just going to ask if you were having fun.”

“Yeah I’m having a pretty good time! Sorry for like, crashing the party. Nick just kinda dragged me along.”

“No worries. The more the merrier.” he gave me a big smile and my heart beat a little faster in my chest. The combination of his smile and his accent really did things to my brain. Made it a bit of a puddle not gonna lie.

“How are you liking it in Montreal?”

“It’s okay. Very different still but I think I’m used to it.”

“That’s good I’m glad to hear it.” 

“What about you? I know you didn’t live here very long.”

“How did you know that?”

“Nick told me. Said you guys grew up together in Ontario.”

“Oh, yeah we did. It’s a change but it’s fun. I picked up on speaking french again which was good because I kind of wasn’t good at speaking it anymore.”

“I didn’t know you spoke french.”

“Yeah I was completely bilingual as a kid but as an adult I have trouble speaking the words in a conversation so I’m getting much better at it.”

“That’s cool. I do not speak french.”

“That’s fine. You still speak two languages so you’re still pretty cool I’d say.” I tell him leaning on the counter, bumping my hand against his arm making us both smile.

“Okay if you guys are done flirting now, I’m back. Now a shot?” Nick said loudly putting his arms around the two of you.

“Will taking a shot get you off my dick?” I asked him annoyed.

“Yes.”

“Then fine. Go get some glasses you pain in the ass.”

“We’ll just take one. I’m not really drinking tonight either.” Jesperi said quietly.

“How come? It’s your party.”

“Someone has to clean up later.”

“This is fair.”

“Okay you big babies here are your shots.” Nick said giving us the glasses of clear liquid. We all took the shots and I scrunched up my face in disgust.

“That was gross Nicky.”

“Here I brought you chaser.” he said holding up a bottle of juice for me before handing one to Kk too.

“Thanks bub.” he said to Nick taking a drink.

“Let’s go dance or something.” Nick said dragging me away from Jesperi. I tried to grab at him for help but Nick was too fast and he just watched me get pulled away laughing at me. I danced with Nick for a little while before he got distracted by something else. I was about to leave the makeshift dance floor until Jesperi showed up in front of me.

“My turn.” he said smiling.

“Didn’t take you for the dancing type.”

“I’m not. I can’t dance. But neither can Nick and you dance with him.”

“Never said I wouldn’t dance with you, Jes.” I said moving along to the music again with him. It was a lot of goofing around, neither one of us actually dancing, and definitely not grinding like some of the other party goers. I actually spent a lot of time with him goofing around, the clock was nearing 1am when people started leaving. Carey took Nick back to his place so he could take care of him in the morning instead of me and I was very grateful for that.

Eventually everyone had left except for you. You started helping him clean up and you just kept joking around and getting to know each other. It seemed like suddenly he clued in to what was happening because he got quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Um..(y/n) you don’t have to stay or help me clean up, I can do it.”

“I don’t mind helping. I’m having fun with you.” I said smiling at him making him blush.

“I just feel bad that you’re cleaning.”

“Well don’t. If I didn’t want to help I wouldn’t.” I said picking things up until a thought dawned on me. “Oh! I mean I don’t have to help, I’ll leave if you want me to? I’m sorry, I probably overstayed my welcome completely. Especially since I wasn’t exactly invited. I’m so sorry Jes-”

“You didn’t. You’re okay. I want you here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah of course.” I said putting a solo cup in the garbage bag he was holding.

“I asked Nick to bring you.”

“You did? Why?” 

“I wanted you to come but I didn’t know if you would if I invited you.”

“Jesperi, of course I would’ve come.” we were quiet for a few minutes just cleaning up but it was very awkward. I walked over to where he was sitting and kicked his leg lightly. “Hey you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah good.”

“Sorry you just seem kinda stressed out.”

“I just get nervous sometimes around you. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I get nervous around you too ya know.”

“Wow I’m surprised. You don’t seem nervous at anything.”

“Maybe it’s just you.” I said laughing with him. “Hey do you want to go on an adventure?”

“Adventure? (Y/N) it’s almost 2 in the morning.”

“Yeah come on it’ll be fun.” I reached for his hands and tried to pull him up. I was nowhere near big or strong enough so he just laughed and got up on his own holding my hands.

“What about the mess?”

“It’ll be here when we get back.”

“Okay, lead the way.” he smiled at me and I took his hand in mine leading him out of the house and to my car.

“Where are we going?”

“To a secret fun place!” I said as we started driving down the street. It didn’t take long until we were at the small little parking area on the side of the road. I got out of the car and went to the back grabbing a blanket and lantern. We had stopped at a gas station to get some Timmies and some snacks so he got out and had that bag with him. He took the blanket from me even though I protested.

“Where to now?”

“We walk through the woods.”

“What if we get eaten?”

“Don’t worry Jesperi, I won’t let anything eat you.” except me, I thought quickly shaking my head like an etch a sketch trying to clear the image from my mind. “Let’s go.”

We walked through the forest for a little while before we got to a clearing. In the clearing was an abandoned factory. I pulled down the ladder and started climbing.

“Up we go.”

“Is this safe?”

“I dunno, probably.”

“(y/n) what does that mean?”

“It means technically I don’t know if it’s safe but Nick and I have been here a hundred times and are still fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“We don’t have to come up if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Jes.”

“No it’s okay. Let’s go up.”

“Okay let’s go.” I smiled wide and finished climbing up, reaching over to grab the stuff from him so he could come up. I set up the blanket and laid down patting the spot next to me. “Come lay down.”

“Can I have my pringles?”

“Of course you can.” I said laughing getting them out of the bag while he laid down beside me. I gave him the chips and laid down looking up at the stars. We stayed there for a while listening to music quietly on my phone while I pointed out constellations and told him the stories about them. I hoped that he missed the part where I stuttered through a bit of a story because he intertwined his fingers with mine. He didn’t though because when I looked over he was smiling at me almost laughing. His eyes were glittering like the stars and it took everything in me not to get lost in them.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not.” he said letting out a small giggle.

“You are so!” I exclaimed laughing with him. I looked over and he was looking at me already making me laugh again. “God you’re too cute for your own good.”

“I’m too cute for your own good.” he joked winking at me.

“Now that’s just the truth.” I said laughing, turning over to face him. I traced his cheek with my index finger making him blush and smile. “Definitely too cute for me to handle.”

“That’s crazy coming from you. You’re so cute. I look at you all the time.”

“So do I. That’s why you make me nervous, you’re just so adorable I don’t know what to do.”

“You are.” he started closing the distance and I sat up Making him groan and laugh.

“No time for that, love. We have a couple more stops before the night is over.” I got up and started gathering our stuff before going over to the ladder and crawling down. Once we were both down and walking through the woods again he grabbed my hand and I just smiled at him as he kissed my forehead. It didn’t take long before we were at a park with a giant hill and a big playground. The park didn’t last very long. He pushed me on the swings and climbed around a little bit on the jungle gyms. It was mostly him just chasing me which was filled with giggles and squeals. I felt like a little kid again being chased by the cute boy I liked and it was such a pure good feeling. Whenever he caught me he’d try to give me a kiss which I would tease him and duck away. He was getting frustrated but I thought it was funny. At one point we had a race to see who could roll down the hill faster. All that could be heard was giggles as we rolled. When I got to the bottom Jesperi was already there. He crawled over and leaned over me.

“I win.”

“Yeah you won fair and square.”

“What’s my prize?” he asked with a smirk holding my hand and playing with my fingers.

“I dunno, what do you want?”

“A kiss.” 

“That’s reasonable I think.”

“I agree.” I pushed myself up leaning close to him for a kiss before last minute brushing my lips on his cheek. He shocked me by bringing his leg over to straddle me and lay on top of me. “Why can’t you just kiss me? Why be such a tease?”

“I wanted to build anticipation.” I said joking around bring my hands up his sides making him shiver. “Besides like I said before, you make me nervous. I’m nervous about this.”

“Don’t be nervous. I just want to kiss you..can I please?”

“You’re so sweet Jesperi. Come here.” I put my fingers in his hair and brought his face down to mine where I kissed his cheek again making him groan louder and roll off of me. I took the opportunity to get on top of him, his hands going to my hips immediately to hold me there. “I’m just kidding baby.”

“Not funny.”

“I’m sorry.” I said holding his face bringing my lips to his finally. His reaction was my favourite. He jumped a little bit and made a surprised noise as if he wasn’t expecting it to ever happen. His grip on my hips tightened and his lips moved softly against mine. I pulled back and gave him one, two, three, four, small kisses and another long one.

“We should have been doing that all night.”

“Well we still have a bit of night left. A race against the sun now though. What do you want to do?”

“I want to go back to my house where I can kiss you more.”

“I would be more than happy to do that baby.” I got up and tried pulling him up but again was too weak but he pretended I had control over the moment, which I appreciated. We went back to the car and drove to his place but the entire way I was distracted by him. He kept holding my hand and yawning and laughing..it was just too much. Somehow we got back in one piece though. We walked into the house and he kissed me again but he had to break the kiss to yawn which made us both laugh.

“Love you’re so tired..”

“I know I usually sleep a lot. I was tired before we left.”

“Why did you agree then?”

“I wanted to spend more time with you. Have an adventure with you.”

“We could’ve done it any time. You could’ve asked me to do anything anytime.”

“I didn’t want to chicken out again and have to come up with another reason for Nick to bring you around.”

“You’re such a sweetheart.” I said leaning up to kiss him again. “But you really should go to sleep now since you’re so sleepy.”

“Maybe you should stay here with me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Then okay. Do you have a shirt I could sleep in?”

“Do you need one?” he asked smirking again.

“Whoa now Jesperi, at least buy me dinner first.” I said laughing with him.

“I will. I’ll buy you as many dinners as you want. If you’ll let me of course.”

“Is this you asking me on a date?”

“Many dates.” he corrected with a smile.

“Okay deal. I will go on many dates with you. But first we sleep, because you need it.” I laughed as he yawned again. I let him drag me through his big house until we got to the master bedroom. We got changed and crawled into the massive bed. I cuddled up under his arm wrapping my legs around his.

“I’m really glad you came tonight (Y/n).”

“Me too Jes, me too.”

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I Have Confidence (SMUT)

anonymous said: bitch u better FEED me some Ben smut you’re like one of the only good writers in this fan base and I throw it BACK for Ben so idk do something with drunk y/n and ben and it’s playful and y/n is kinda needy or literally write whatever u want I’ll fucking cash app u sis I’m desperate!

(a/n: OMG I am 100% flattered that you think I’m one of the greats I literally feel like im in such a small corner of the fanbase bc im such a dweeb but that makes me cry happy tears THANK U. also yes i know i’ve already had a roger imagine w battleSHIPS in it but.... this is battleSHOTS bitch. NOW BACK TO UR REGULAR SCHEDULED BEN SMUT yall got spoiled w the fluff from the last post)

(p.s. u can still venmo/cash app me if u want im a broke college student pls spare change ma’am)

“Battleshots? You Americans are fucking mental, I swear.”

Ben was seated across the table from you, cross-legged on the chair that was currently actually a bit too warm for comfort. Both of you were out on his balcony, sitting at a table that was lit only by the late evening sun and the light streaming out of the door that led into his house.

You’d fashioned two makeshift Battleshots boards out of two small pizza boxes, seeing as you’d ordered pizza in tonight and the boxes had reminded you of your favorite party game. There was a grid on the bottom and top, and you each had 9 shot glasses filled with different liquors placed on the board in formations of 4, 3, and 2, just like the game of Battleships.

“It’s fun, don’t knock it til you try it,” you warned, peeking over the top of the box that was propped up on a cup and smiling. Ben’s curious green eyes met yours, and he laughed as he saw you stick your tongue out at him. “Winner finishes shots, or loser finishes winner’s shots? Your choice.”

“I say winner doesn’t have to finish their shots, that’s only fair.” He then sat back in his chair and pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “I don’t want loser to finish the winner’s shots either, because I don’t think you can handle more than 9 shots.”

“Oh? Someone’s got a big head, don’t they?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes playfully as he shrugged, smiling smugly.

“I have confidence in my abilities.” An exaggerated groan left your mouth as you flipped him off, trying not to laugh at how cocky he was being. “In all aspects of life,” he added with an eyebrow wiggle, making you pretend to gag as you waved your hand dismissively at him.

“I don’t want to hear about your sex life right now, Ben.”

“Why not? You seemed to enjoy my sex life a lot a couple nights ago.” A blush crept across your cheeks as you grabbed the decorative pillow you’d bought for him that was resting on the chair next to you, throwing it at him as he tried to imitate your moans.

He caught the pillow, laughing, and put it right back where it belonged as he gave you a knowing look. “You’re a pervert,” you mumbled, sitting up in your chair and grabbing your marker as you moved your cup of orange juice closer – you were using it as a chaser, while Ben opted for some kind of soda you hadn’t paid attention to.

You began the game of Battleshots, neck and neck with Ben throughout the first part until you both only had three shots left. You weren’t feeling anything yet, probably having taken the shots too close together, but you knew it would hit you soon. Standing up was something you were starting to fear.

But then Ben knocked out your last three in three successive rounds while you missed the rest of his, and you accepted defeat with only mild complaining as Ben cheered loudly, ever the gracious winner.

“I’ll take my winnings in cash or check, whichever works,” he teased, making you groan and climb up off your chair. Yep. There it was. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body and a dizziness overtake you as you stood, and you had to grab onto the chair next to you to ground yourself for a moment.

“Oof…. I’ve never lost this game,” you admitted sheepishly, Ben’s chuckles turning into cackles of laughter as he went to open the door for you, watching you make your way inside as best as you could. He was feeling something, but by no means was he as tipsy as you – if anything, he just felt a slight buzz, while you were verging on actually being drunk if you drank anything else.

Ben followed you as you headed to the kitchen to get yourself a water, and you glared at him as he continued to tease you, obviously in a great mood from winning. “Do you need help getting the water open? You’re a right mess, Ms. Second Place.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, taking a drink of the water and flipping him off as you leaned back against the counter.

He only laughed, unfazed by your grumpiness as he came over to place his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. “Does the winner get a kiss, at least?” He puckered his lips, closing his eyes and waiting for you to close the gap between you two. Scowling, you did the first thing you could think of – pouring some of your water onto his mussy, slightly curly blonde hair. The look of shock on his face was worth it all as he pulled away, gasping and pushing your hand away. “You little-“

“Cry about it,” you interrupted as you sat the water down, shrugging before taking off in a stumbling run and laughing deliriously as he scrambled after you, nearly slipping completely on the puddle of water that had gathered on the kitchen floor.

You made it all the way to the hallway upstairs before Ben caught you – he’d taken the steps two at a time, damn his thighs and stamina – and he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up into a vice-like grip as you shrieked with drunken laughter, fighting against his arms even though it was clearly pointless.

“You’re gonna get it now!” he laughed breathlessly, carrying you into his bedroom and tossing you down on the bed before pouncing on you immediately, his hands going to your sides to tickle you mercilessly. He wouldn’t stop until you were gasping for air, begging him to give you a break, and even then, he kept his hand resting on your tummy as he fell to the side, grinning over at you. “You look like a mess, love.”

Giggling softly at the amused look on his face, you shook your head before crawling on top of him, straddling his torso before sitting down on his abdomen carefully, only eliciting a small release of air from him before he shifted just slightly to make it more comfortable. “You’re quite a dickhead, making fun of a drunk girl like this.”

His eye roll only made you laugh again, and he grabbed your hips, carefully scooting back so he could sit up and support himself on his elbows. “I feel no remorse, hard to feel bad when I get a pretty girl on my lap because of it.”

Your cheeks turned an even rosier color than the alcohol had already made them as you grinned, shaking your head before leaning down to kiss him gently, mumbling against his lips between kisses. “You’re such a flirt too.”

“Also no regret,” he quipped back calmly, resting a hand on the back of your neck and locking you into the kiss as he laid back on the bed again, taking you with him. Deepening the kiss eagerly, you made a happy noise as you felt the world spinning, half from the liquor and half from the feeling of Ben’s hands sliding up the back of your thighs to come and rest on your ass. When you pressed your ass back into his hands eagerly, he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away for a moment to mumble, “Someone’s excited.”

“Shut up, I’m drunk and my boyfriend is hot,” you mumbled right back, grinning before pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat when you swirled your tongue around his, both of you tasting like tequila, while you left him with the taste of orange juice. The sound only made you more desperate to eliminate the layers of clothes between you, so you began tugging at the hem of his sweater, lifting it upwards and off when he reluctantly separated from the kiss and let you sit up.

He did the same with your shirt, tugging it up and off along with your bra before gazing up at you with a desirous glint in his eyes. The blown-out pupils scanned slowly up your torso as Ben chewed on his lower lip, just taking it all in. Shivering at the way his eyes devoured you, you had to finally distract him so he’d remember what he was doing – you circled your hips, grinding down against his increasingly hardening cock, which made his hands fly to your hips and catch them. You came to a stop with an impish grin on your face, and the playful look of disapproval in his face was quickly replaced by another look of lust when he rolled the two of you over, starting to work at the drawstring of the shorts you had on.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, finally getting your shorts untied before tugging them off with your panties. His hand immediately moved between your legs, two fingers sliding up your folds as he grinned mischievously down at you as you squirmed slightly at the feeling, wanting his fingers inside of you. “You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“Ben, please,” you begged quietly, lifting your hips up against his touch and almost whining as he pulled his hand away, raising an eyebrow.

“Louder?”

“Damn it, Ben, please!” you repeated, pouting when he chuckled at the neediness in your voice. But his fingers returned to your pussy, rubbing your clit achingly slow and replacing the pouting look on your face with a look of relief. Eyelids fluttering closed, you let out a sigh of pure bliss as you relaxed into his touch, and you let out a soft moan of his name as he slid his middle finger into you, pumping it slowly.

As Ben finger-fucked you almost lazily slow, he pulled your legs over his shoulders one by one, laying stomach-down on the bed and trailing wet, open-mouthed love bites along the inside of your thighs. Then, the feeling of his mouth latching onto your clit made you moan out in surprise, and you ran a hand back through his damp blonde hair and giggled drunkenly as you remembered the water you’d left on the counter. “Fucking water,” you mumbled to yourself, pressing a hand to your forehead and laughing at how feverish you felt from the alcohol.

“Not funny,” he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh, and you were prevented from making a smartass remark by the simultaneous addition of another finger to your pussy and Ben’s tongue pressing against your clit, then flicking against it rapidly.

“Ohmygod, nevermind, you’re so right,” you breathed out, and you could hear Ben snicker to himself before he attached his lips to your clit again, sucking hard and eliciting an embarrassingly whorish moan from you. “Fuck you,” you mumbled once you’d stopped seeing stars for the moment, Ben’s fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper softly in pleasure.

“That’s the plan.” His comebacks were rapid-fire today, and you thanked everything holy that you’d been blessed with such a keeper as he moved his lips up to your tummy, trailing kisses all the way up to your breasts. He used a third finger to slowly stretch you out as he began to suck on the skin of one of your breasts, purposefully trying to leave a hickey as small moans and whines left your lips.

You were unable to control your vocalizations as his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you did whine needily as he retracted them, leaving you feeling empty again. But he was already off the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand as you sat up shakily on your elbows, glancing at his jeans and biting your lip. You’d barely helped him out at all, you were so drunkenly focused on your own pleasure. “Do you need me to-“

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers and kicking them off as he revealed he was already completely hard. You raised an eyebrow as he crawled back between your legs, backing you up to the pillows and rolling the latex onto his cock. “Hate to admit it, but those little sounds you make when I eat you out? Drive me fucking bonkers, honestly.”

A wide grin crossed over your face, and he rolled his eyes playfully as he took you by your sides, flipping you over so you were facedown against the mattress. As you raised your hips a bit, Ben met you in the middle, sliding his condom-covered cock between your folds and biting his lip. “Aw, not gonna let me see you fuck me?” you whined, Ben groaning as he shook his head, lining himself up.

“God, no,” he muttered, sliding into you and making you moan out lowly as he filled you, digging his stocky, strong fingers into your hips to hold you still when he almost bottomed out. “Can’t stand seeing you that smug right now,” he teased, making you laugh weakly as you tried to focus on his voice, not the fact that he was nearly balls deep in you.

“What? You get to be smug when you win, but I-“

Ben didn’t give you the chance to finish as he pulled out, then snapped his hips back forwards again. That effectively shut you up, instead making you bury your face in a pillow so the entire world wouldn’t hear you moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re such an ass,” you panted when you finally regained your senses, and Ben chuckled knowingly as he began to thrust again, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he replied quietly, his thrusts shaking his gravelly voice as he moved a hand to your hair, pulling it all into his hand as he fucked into you. The only thing keeping you on balance and stopping the room from spinning was the tight grip you had on the comforter, which was the only grounding presence at the moment besides Ben’s increasingly tight grip on your hair.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and wanton moans as Ben took you from behind, your legs nearly failing to keep you up several times when his thrusts sped up or slowed down. When he sped up, he’d let out little curses and grunts in that deep tone of his as he pounded into you, but when he’d slow down, his deliberate, angled thrusts would nearly overwhelm your senses.

When a particularly deep thrust made you moan out his name loudly, an undying smirk graced Ben’s lips as he continued to bottom out in you, pleased with the way he was turning you into a moaning mess and also dangerously close to becoming a moaning mess himself. As he neared his orgasm, he’d started to push your face more and more into the mattress, your cheek forced into the soft expanse of the comforter as his thrusts got sloppier and more desperate.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled out at one point, and you grinned before letting out something that was a mixture of a laugh and a moan, pressing your hips back to meet his thrusts eagerly.

“I love you too, Ben,” you replied as sweetly as you could muster – which was hard, considering the situation – and he rewarded you by reaching around you with his free hand to rub your clit, making you whimper and whine in pleasure. You were already teetering on the edge, and this was making it almost impossible to hold out any longer. “Shit, I’m close, babe.”

“Me too, fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out, speeding up his thrusts as much as he could and matching the pace with his hand. He let go of your hair, instead moving that hand back to your hip and squeezing it encouragingly. “Come for me, babygirl.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out as the dual stimulation became too much, and you felt your high take over as every nerve-ending in your body simultaneously felt like it was shocked with a high-voltage energy.

Ben bit his slightly swollen lip, trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he could, but the feeling of you clenching around him mixed with the sound of your breathy, high-pitched moans was too much, and he had to move his other hand to your hips to hold you to him as his hips stuttered. Buried inside of you, he released into his condom while groaning your name brokenly, digging his fingers into your hips. Halfway through, he pulled out, giving his cock a few quick pumps with his hand to finish himself off.

You were down off your high first, Ben close behind, and you could barely walk without wobbling as you climbed off the bed, making your way to the master bath and grabbing wet washcloths – one for him, one for you. You cleaned yourself up, then returned to the bedroom, slightly more sure that you weren’t going to fall over on the way back, and you tossed the washcloth to him. He’d already disposed of the condom, and he gladly accepted the towel before cleaning himself up, then pulling on his boxers.

You tugged his sweater and your panties on, crawling into bed and curling into his side as he joined you, pulling the covers over the both of you. You were still reasonably tipsy, and you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, having already caught his breath.

“God, your stamina,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and shaking your head before nuzzling his neck, moving to lay halfway on top of him.

“As I said earlier,” he reminded you, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and resting one of his hands on your ass, giving it a gentle pinch. “Confidence in my abilities. You should give it a try.”

“I should have confidence in your abilities?” you joked, only slurring your speech a bit, and Ben chucked before giving your hip a light pat as he shook his head.

“Well, that’s not what I meant. But that too.”

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