#WHY AM I LIKE COVERED IN JUICE ??? sorry i just noticed. why am i covered in juice

[misc-obeyme]

Hello hello!!! I just saw your kink/flufftober post and wondered if I could request “biting” with barbatos? It can be either fluff of nsfw, whichever gets the creative juices flowing more! As always, love the work you do here, thank you!!!!

Hello and thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

I was doing so well keeping within my word count limit until now. I can't act like I'm surprised, it's Barbatos we're talking about lol. And I decided to use this as a kink prompt because ooooof I love biting. So you know, having two things I very much enjoy as a prompt ended up with something slightly longer than perhaps intended. But I think it turned out okay still!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: biting, a little bit of blood, oral and penetration (both reader receiving)

You were in the kitchen at the Demon Lord's Castle, helping Barbatos make red velvet cupcakes. Since it was a flavor from the human world, you had agreed to help out with making them, passing final judgment on how they turned out. You were currently mixing the red food coloring into the batter. While the recipe you had used was a classic red velvet recipe, the bright color of the cake still needed that extra vibrancy from the food coloring.

Barbatos was beside you, mixing vanilla into the frosting.

Normally, Barbatos entered a sort of flow when baking. It was almost meditative, the way he moved around the kitchen so easily. But at that moment, you noticed that he seemed a little distracted. Certainly the frosting was looking delicious, but he seemed to be focused elsewhere.

You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He froze, meeting your eyes for a moment before flicking his gaze down to your fingers.

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were covered in red food coloring.

You laughed a little. "Sorry," you said. "I'm making a mess, huh? Is that why you're so distracted?"

Barbatos closed his eyes and frowned. "You needn't apologize, MC. I'm afraid seeing that brilliant red on your skin has made me think of things I shouldn't."

You were puzzled by this response. You cocked your head curiously. "Such as…?"

Barbatos opened his eyes and the hunger you saw there made heat run through you. Barbatos put down the spatula he'd been using to mix the vanilla into the frosting and took one of your hands instead. He brought it to his lips and kissed away some of the red. The way it painted his lips was so sensual your knees went weak.

You let out a little gasp as Barbatos circled behind you, putting his red stained lips to your neck. You had to grip the kitchen counter for support as he sucked for a moment, his arms going around your waist.

Barbatos let his teeth scrape gently across your skin as he pulled his lips away. "Forgive me, MC. I am not sure what has come over me."

His arms moved as if he was about to move away from you, but you put both of your hands on them. You didn't care that you were likely getting red food coloring on him. You just wanted to hold him in place. "Don't stop."

Barbatos pressed himself into you and there was no mistaking the erection you felt against you as he put his lips back on your neck.

You moaned as he bit down gently, as though he couldn't resist but he also didn't want to hurt you too much.

You deliberately pushed yourself back against him, making it clear that you knew how turned on he already was.

Barbatos laughed softly against your neck. "What is it you would like from me, MC?"

"I want you to bite harder," you said.

Barbatos put his lips on your ear. "As you wish."

A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear. He turned you around in his arms, then lifted you bodily. He set you down on the kitchen counter, on a spot that was far away from where you had been attempting to make red velvet cupcakes.

In moments, Barbatos had removed your clothes and put his lips on your inner thighs. Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair. You gasped and tried desperately not to pull when he bit down on the sensitive skin there, harder than before just as you had asked. He worked his way up your thigh, biting the whole time, making you gasp and whine as he did.

When he finally put his tongue between your legs, you cried out his name, your legs squeezing around his head involuntarily. He stayed there for a long time, but he never let you get too close to orgasming.

Barbatos finally stood up, causing you to whine and grip at his arms unhappily. You squirmed on the counter top as you tried to pull him closer to you. He obliged, moving closer to stand between your knees.

Barbatos reached out and put his fingertips to your neck where he had been biting it earlier. He wasn't wearing his gloves, of course, he had taken them off long before you even started baking. Now his fingers were covered in the red food coloring.

"Barbatos," you said as you pulled on his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. You rubbed it in your hands for a moment before looking at him. "Please."

"Normally I would not allow such a mess to occur on my kitchen counter," Barbatos said quietly, putting his hands on either side of you and leaning in to your neck once again. "But I'm afraid you've awakened something in me, MC."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. You realized that the counter here was a bit lower than it was in most of the other places in the kitchen. Which meant that you were at the perfect height. You smirked a little when you realized that Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing when he placed you here.

The smirk was gone in an instant as Barbatos pressed his cock into you, his teeth leaving marks on your neck at the same time, his hands gripping your hips. You had to hold on because as soon as he was inside you, Barbatos did not hold back. You felt your entire body heat up as he thrust fast and hard, his teeth continuing down your neck. He reached up to pull your top out of the way so he could bite down your shoulder.

The sweetness of his cock inside you mixed with the pleasurable pain of his teeth was almost too much sensation. You couldn't hold still and you couldn't keep quiet. You were already close from when he was using his tongue and it wasn't long before you were crying out, clamping hard around him. You felt his cum inside you only moments later.

When Barbatos pulled away to look at you, the red of the food coloring was still bright against his lips, but there was a slightly darker red next to it now. He leaned back in and kissed the bite marks he had left.

"Your blood is much prettier than this food coloring," he said softly in your ear. "I do hope I did not hurt you too much by drawing it."

You sighed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time you can add the food coloring to the batter."

Barbatos chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. Later you would need to wash the red off your hands as well as your lips, cheeks, neck, and thighs.

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[lou-struck]

Honesty

Solomon x reader

WC: 2.8k+

~ This is why you aren't supposed to bring food or drink into Solomon’s lab. (or maybe why you should)

Warnings: Potion consumption, reader having a few insecurities, suggestiveness , Solomon overworking himself, food and drink.

A/n: I feel like I'm getting out of this little writing slump. Things have been rough these past few months but I am excited to get back into writing and hopefully making things that you guys enjoy.

Sometimes, when you look at Solomon, you wonder how you and him can both be considered humans. 

He radiates this sort of otherworldly power that you just can’t seem to tear your gaze away from.

While the Devildom contains many mysteries, you have a feeling King Solomon the Wise has just a few more. He teases you with these little mysteries when you are working with him in his workshop. 

They come out as calculated little mutterings that leave you wanting to know more, but he never gives you the whole story…

“I didn’t mean to burn down the Library of Alexandria.”

“You would’ve loved Atlantis.”

“The Illuminati started out as a book club.”

Sometimes, you do wonder if the cunning Sorcerer is just teasing you, but you don’t mind it all that much. His vast history and little mutterings are what makes him so endearing. Truly a creature all his own. 

Solomon is always quick to brush off your questions and praises, directing your attention to one of his most recent experiments. And as you assist him in whatever trouble he is creating, you can’t help but feel as if you are not worthy enough to be at his side as an apprentice or as his love. It’s a small feeling, one that you are able to choke down easier than a bit of his abysmal cooking. 

But your heart locks away what it believes to be the truth…

Solomon is amazing, and you’re just you.

~

Your boots leave little imprints in the dew-covered grass as you cut across the lush lawn of Purgatory Hall; if you weren’t familiar with its inhabitants, you might’ve felt bad about disregarding the well-tended cobblestone pathway just meters away, but due to an unfortunate incident involving Satan and an enchanted flamethrower, you were late for your apprenticeship with Solomon.

It also didn’t help that Luke, the sweet little angel, sent you a text sharing his concerns about the Sorcerer who hasn’t left his laboratory since last night and skipped breakfast and lunch to perform his experiments or whatever it is he does in there. 

Your bag is filled to the brim with all sorts of little snacks and a few bottled juices, the glass bottles clinking suspiciously as you climb the steps of the enormous porch and let yourself in through the front door. 

You don’t even have to think, you’ve been here so many times before you find yourself outside the door of the lab. Save for the sound of shuffling feet and clinking glassware, all is quiet. 

You open the door as quietly as you can and see that Solomon is already hard at work. The Sorcerer is so entranced in his work, grinding some sort of luminous herb into a fine powder with a mortar and pestle. He hasn’t even noticed your presence yet.

But boy, do you notice his…

The sleeves of his white lab coat are rolled up to his forearms as he works diligently. Although he has been working non-stop for hours, he doesn’t look tired in the least. His snow-white hair is ruffled, and his skin seems to glow in the light of the bunsen burners. He is truly in his element, and it’s captivating to watch.

“Were you planning on just watching from the doorway, mc?” 

The playfulness in his tone pulls you from your ogling as you step further into the room, inhaling the citrus aroma that wafts through the air. 

“Sorry about that.” you grin half-heartedly. “It’s been a long day, and I guess I zoned out there for a minute.” 

It’s a lie, but one that you deemed necessary for the situation. It’s too embarrassing to be honest all the time. 

“Oh, I see.” His response is short, and your poor ears must still be off in wonderland because they seem to pick up a hint of disappointment in his tone. He tosses his ground herbs into a bubbling mixture that seems to glow a neon orange color. You’re sure there is a better term for it, but It honestly just looks like Sunny D.

“What have you been working on?” you ask, setting your bag down to the right of a crate of glass soda bottles, each full of something different. 

He smiles and gestures around the room. “A bit of everything, I’m afraid. I found this old potion guide at a secondhand bookstore and wanted to see if I could improve the outdated recipes.” 

“All of those?” you ask, realizing that he must’ve made at least fifty or so potions since last night. 

He gives you a proud smile and nods. “I may have gone overboard. At about four in the morning, I realized that I ran out of normal vials, so I had to improvise and use some empty bottles from the kitchen.”

“And did you eat anything while you were down there?” you ask, shooting him a knowing smile. 

“It may have escaped my mind.” he sighs. “Once I start working, there are very few things that can distract me from the task at hand. 

“Then you are lucky I came prepared,” you smile, looking down at your bag of snacks. “Wanna take a break and tell me about some of them?”

“You know me too well,” he sighs, teasingly approaching you and wrapping his arm around you. “So, what’s on the menu today?”

Your skin heats up under his touch, but you remain composed. You hide the shake in your hand as you reach into your bag and pull out two glass bottles of cheap Demonus. You like this particular variety because it looks like bright grape juice, and it may just be a placebo, but you think it tastes a bit like it, too. 

“Oh, drinking in the lab, are we?” he teases, twisting off the cap to his bottle as the liquid fizzles. “I suppose that’s alright for today since I didn’t make anything lethal.”

Your eyes land back on the crate of similar-looking bottles next to you. “What about these? Are you sure they are safe?”

“Boringly so,” he frowns, removing the first glass bottle from the crate and removing the cap for you to smell its contents. 

The Mint colored liquid smells oddly enough like Black licorice when you inhale it. “It smells good; what does it do?”

“This one here was originally designed to turn your fingertips silver; I tweaked the recipe to only target the drinker’s nail beds.” He explains, a smile tugging at his features when he sees the natural curiosity and wonder on your features. “It’s not permanent, but I thought it would be interesting to see it used cosmetically.”

You’ve only been in the Devildom for a short time, but you are sure there aren’t many individuals who are able to grasp magic as easily as Solomon can. His brown-blue eyes look ethereal as they shine from his passion. 

He’s Amazing

Brilliant

and far too handsome for his own good. 

As much as you wish to compliment him on each and every one of these things until your voice becomes hoarse, that little bit of insecurity masked as self-preservation holds your tongue. Opting instead to take a sip of your Demonus, the sweet taste distracts you from the wonder that is Solomon enough so you can think of a less embarrassing response. The sugar seems to help, and you set the bottle back on the table. 

“That’s so cool,” you say at last with true enthusiasm. You are unable to hide your curiosity as your eyes dart back to the crate of potions. 

“Still curious?” he asks as you nod eagerly; he sets the fist bottle back into its slot and grabs another; he removes the cap and swirls the purple liquid around just as he did to the other one.

“Here, smell this one,” he says, gently holding the bottle out to you. Just as you were about to smell the potion, your attention was stolen by a fizzling sound. Both of your heads jolt towards the source and see that the cauldron he had been working with earlier fizzles out of control as a fluffy of electrically charged multicolored bubbles pop in the air. 

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he states, setting the uncorked potion down and rushing over to lower the cauldron's heat and stop the potion overflow. “I hope the heat doesn’t alter the potion’s effects too drastically.”

“What kind of potion was that?” you call over as he carefully stirs the mixture.

“Nothing special,” he murmurs, “it just turns body hair into miniature porcupine quills; I’m planning on using this later, so it would be a shame if it were to be ruined.”

His response sends you into an ugly fit of laughter that has you choking on air. You reach for your juice on the table and take a deep swig to soothe your throat and save yourself from further embarrassment, but as the liquid reaches your lips, you notice that something tastes off. 

Instead of the sweet fruity taste of demonus your tastebuds are assulted with this dry sourness with just a hint of bubblegum. 

“This tastes like shit,” you find yourself saying. Your brows furrow from your little slip of the tongue, and you hope Solomon is too focused on stirring the cauldron to notice your little slip-up. 

But his eyes are on you, a twinkle of amusement on his features as he takes in every inch of you. The attention is nice, but it makes you feel a bit flustered. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Your tone is much firmer than you anticipated. It’s almost as if you are scolding the Sorcerer.

He raises his eyebrows, that signature smirk never leaving his face. “Take a look at your hand. It appears you made a mistake.”

You look down and see that he is right. Instead of your Demonus, it seems you had mistakenly gulped down a large portion of whatever purple potion Solomon was about to show you.

Your heart drops into your already unsettled stomach. “Oh my god, am I gonna die?” you mutter aloud, breaking your mental dam and flooding the room with worried word vomit. “Solomon, why on earth would you make a potion in such a normal-looking bottle? Did you do this on purpose? I’m such an idiot around you, and I hate that you have to see me as such a screw-up.” “Am I going to die?”

“If I die, I’m going to ruin the exchange program, and Diavolo will be upset with me. And do you know how bad it is to piss off the prince of hell?”

“I don’t, but I’ll certainly find out soon.”

Solomon processes your frantic word vomit quickly and comes to your aid. He places both his hands on your shoulders to prevent you from pacing across the room. “Mc, listen to me. The potion is harmless, I promise.”

“What?” you pause and look at him carefully. He looks calm, but in his eyes, his pretty, pretty eyes are a look of concern for you. 

“Heh, your eyes are pretty, did you know that?” you ask him, only to panic about your lack of a filter. 

“What?”

“Wait?”

“Why am I saying such embarrassing things out loud?” your face feels hot in shame as Solomon’s cheeks turn pink at your words, and he averts his gaze briefly before collecting himself. 

“So, have you figured out what the potion does yet?” he chuckles, hands still holding your shoulders.

“Is it a potion that makes me embarrass myself to death?” you quip 

“Not quite.” he chuckles, “What you just drank is a special kind of truth potion.”

“How is it special?” you ask, allowing him to guide you to one of the chairs in his lab. 

He beams, and you feel your heart tighten in your chest. 

“This little potion just makes you say what’s on your mind; it removes one’s filter, making for quite a chaotic conversation.” he hums, somehow still keeping the innocence on his face. “It’s not really useful for interrogations or anything like that, but I had planned on slipping it in at our next dinner together at the House of Lamination for a bit of entertainment.”

“That would be funny,” you say unabashedly, already dreaming up the chaos that would ensue if each of the brothers just spouted off whatever came to their mind. “But how long am I stuck like this?” 

He checks his pocket watch, “Don’t worry,” the results should wear off in a few hours or so, so hang tight. It may be best for you to stay with me tonight so I can observe these effects up close.”

“That’s a cute way of saying you just want to use me as your guinea pig.” you huff, shifting in your chair. “But if it means I get to spend some more time with you, that is a good thing.”

Despite the blush on his cheeks, Solomon remains composed. “Is that so?” he teases. “Do you really enjoy my company that much?”

Your loose tongue only makes you feel more emboldened as you answer that flirty little question of his. “I do.” 

“Then may I tell you a secret, Mc?” He smiles as you nod without hesitation. The potion affecting more than just your speech. “I think I enjoy your company far more than you enjoy mine.”

Your eyes find that all too interesting ground at his sweet words. “That’s impossible, you��re incredible, Solomon. Compared to you, I feel like such a disappointment down here.”

The Sorcerer’s snowy brow furrows in disbelief as you spill another troubling confession. 

“If that’s what it takes to convince you just how much I love you, then I suppose you leave me with no other choice.” he sighs, grabbing the half-empty potion bottle and downing it in one greedy gulp. 

Your eyes widen, and you reach for his wrist, but you’re too slow to stop him. “Sol, what are you doing?”

“Just telling you what you need to hear.” he grimaces as the foul taste of the potion dances on his tongue. “Wow, this really does taste foul, doesn’t it? I’ll have to tweak this recipe for sure if I’m going to use it later.” 

He sets the now-empty bottle back onto the countertop and looks at you with sincerity. “It hurts to hear you talk about yourself like you mean nothing.” he pauses and places his hands on your shoulders, and you wonder when they started trembling. “You are the most incredible individual I have ever met. You’re kind, sweet, caring, and and strong. You make me feel human.”

His word vomit differs from yours. Yours was panic, shame, and insecurity. His is honest-to-goodness love. You aren’t going to acknowledge the tears that spill from your glassy eyes. But you do know that he is right. You’re too cruel to yourself. 

“I love you, Sol. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“It’s not like I had much of a choice on the matter.” he smiles, leaning over you and brushing away a tear track from your warm cheek with the pad of his thumb. “But whenever you want me to tell you how I feel, all you have to do is ask.”

A smile tugs at your lips, and you lean forward in your seat. Your gaze never leaving his soft pink lips that hover temptingly above you. “Then will you show me?”

He smiles, his pearly whites shining like the moon, before crouching down to your eye level. His hands on either one of the arms rest as he leans in. “A million times over.”

He leans in and steals your breath away in the most honest exchange between the two of you all day. Your eyes flutter shut as your mind begins to swirl from the presence of the man who loves you. You can’t help but think about how honest this silence between the two of you is. 

You stay locked in this passionate embrace until the lack of air burning your lungs reminds the two of you of the limits of your humanity. 

It’s comfortable silence again, and Solomon looks at you as if he had just witnessed you paint all the constellations in the forever dark devildom sky.

It’s endearing, but thanks to this wonderful little accident, you have been presented with quite an interesting opportunity.

“Hey, Sol?”

“Yes, Mc?”

“Since you drank the potion too, I guess you have to tell me the whole Atlantis thing now.” you giggle playfully, ruffling his hair. 

His laughter is pleasant as he removes your hand from his head and kisses the back of it softly. 

“That’s not how this potion works, my dear,” he grins, watching your lip just out in a pout as you remember his words from earlier.

He’ll tell you everything one day, but for now, all Solomon wants to do while waiting for this little truth potion to wear off is to voice his plans for the future with you, not think about his past life without you. 

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[vixien11]

BESTIE NEW PROMT JUST DROPPED!!!

Emily gets blackout drunk and writes a 1200 page erotica novel (maybe even longer) that makes her girlfriends (Charlie and vaggie) a mix between turned on and mildly concerned the more they read. The hazbins have a bit of a book club because NO ONE knows what’s in the book not even Emily cause she was completely blacked out. It’s a really good book too, the story beats, the characters, the emotions are all leaving the hotel impressed and gobsmacked.

Hah! Okay I just have to write this. Sorry I took a while to respond!(Totally not going to base the novel after a project I'm working on) Emily: (Wakes up groggily and rubs her face as she lifts her head away from a hard object) Ugh... I need to stop asking Charlie's aunt for beezle juice... (Looks down at the object her face was resting on to find a hardcover book called Weeping Horizons. After a moment of looking at it, she notices it says she wrote the book.) Emily: What? I.. I wrote a whole book..? It looks long. How did I even make it hardcover while drunk!? (She looks the book up and down) Well.. Better tell everyone else about this. Later, the whole crew is circled up around this book, eyeing it confusedly. Emily: Next thing I know, I'm wake up with this book. I don't even know what genre it is... (The Hazbins were looking at the book with awe as the cover had a feathered woman with long, pearly white hair curling around her face. The golden eyes of the women sparked a little bit off blood that was inching down her face.) Emily: But the cover looks like my art style.. Charlie: Alright. We'll just read it then! Can't be that bad. (Opens the book tentatively) An hour later, Angel is the only one immune enough to the contents of the book to read it out loud. Angel: Silk gasp as Phoenix licked the blood on her neck and drew circles on her collar bone... (Eyes widen) Okay.. Dove.. (Points at Emily) How the hell are YOU the one who wrote this..!? (Charlie and Vaggie are both blushing profusely and Emily is burying her face in a pillow) Emily: I DON'T KNOOOOW!! I WAS DRUNK OKAY?! Alastor: (Ears are back in asexual disapproval) Yet you have not one grammar mistake... (Flinches back with a small wendigo screech as he reads ahead.) Angel: Well at least I got the stomach for this. (Clears his throat before continuing to read) Half an hour later, it is Vaggie who is reading while the rest of the Hazbins are bawling their eyes out. Vaggie: (Wipes eye) Orchid knew she had made a grave error.. She knew her girlfriends despised her for every moment she had lied. Lied about her past. A shiver went down her spine as she watched Silk's eyes darken. A whimper escaped her.. (Her voice catches) Husk: (Lip trembles slightly) What the fuck are you doing?! Keep reading, dumbass! Angel: FUCK 'EM, ORCHID! I STAND BY YA!! THOSE BITCHES JUST NEED TA LISTEN TO YA! (Cries into Husk's shoulder) Cherri: Fuck you talkin' about, Angi? She ruined there relationship because she lied! She used to kill off civilians like it was pest control! Angel: (Head shooting up from Husk's shoulder) SHE CHANGED AND YOU KNOW IT!! Charlie + Emily: (Hiccupping and clutching either side of Vaggie for support) Cherri: Angi, I will go to war over this. HER REDEMTION ARC HAS BEEN LAME AS FUCK SO FAR!! Angel: (Dramatic ahh gasp) How FUCKING DARE you!! Vaggie: Is no one going to talk about how fucking tragic Pheonix is!? Like hello? Cursed to never be taken seriously but also is why everyone is still as mentally sound as they are! Charlie: (Wipes face) I am SUCH a Pheonix kinnie... Husk: Keep reading! Vaggie: (Sighs and mentally prepares to continue reading.) Should I keep writing this? :3

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[itsfairly]

Your Birthday Headcanons // Nanami Kento

word count: 1.7k

cw: petnames (sweetheart, birthday girl/boy), gn! reader (expect for that petname), not proofread.

summary: yeah, well, pretty self-explanatory. just headcanons of how nanami would celebrate your birthday.

a/n: my birthday was a couple of days ago and I wanted to post this on that day but I couldn't. so here it is now.

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Nanami Kento might not give much thought to his birthday. But yours? He thinks about it for weeks.

Up to the days leading up to your birthday, you notice changes in his behavior. He doesn't let you do much of your chores, saying something like "you just sat down, let me" or simply beating you to it before you can argue about it. He doesn't want you to lift a finger so close to your birthday, no matter how much you insist you already caught him up with his intentions. So, he just tells you that your birthday is coming up, and doing these things for you is like the preface to your special day.

Another thing that changes is his affection. Sorry, not affection itself, but how much he shows it. Sure, he is the guy to be subtle with his touches: forehead kisses, caressing your arms when you are next to him, holding your hand, and such. But when you're close to your birthday, it's as if he has this need to express his love for you more explicitly. He wants to be near you at all times, you catch him staring at you more often with that smitten look of his, his hands are on you at all times (sometimes innocent, sometimes wanting something more), and his kisses become more frequent. He's basically drawn to you like a magnet.

Let's talk about the morning of your birthday. He would definitely wake up before you. Whether it is to admire you or to go ahead and prepare you a special breakfast, he does it with extreme care to not wake you up. Its your day and the perfect excuse to sleep in, why rob you of such luxury?

Either or, the first thing he does when he sees that you have woken up is tell you happy birthday, followed by a tight hug that radiates this warmth that makes you nuzzle close to him with a groggy smile. Expect him to call you all kinds of pet names and to mention your birthday as an excuse to shower you in love and affection to early in the morning. Kissing you until the number of kisses matches your new age (or more, definitely more than that), hugging you until his hands run down your body so slowly its as if he is blessed to be the first person congratulating you in person, smiling as he calls you his birthday girl/boy. Least to say, it takes a while before either of you have breakfast.

If he is able (and will do anything possible to be able), he will take the day off, insisting that this is far more important than whatever is going on at work. He wants to make sure you enjoy your day by being at your side and helping with whatever he can.

But when you do, he goes all out. He bought the ingredients for your favorite breakfast last night, going as far as spreading it apart on the fridge and cupboards to not let you know what he would cook this year. The table ends up looking like the breakfast people have on TV—every inch is covered with plates that have fruit, pancakes, toast, coffee or juice, yogurt...whatever you like will be on that table and it will taste amazing.

Your birthday means slow mornings. No rushing around, no quick kisses or touches, no nothing. He wants you to savor each minute of your day.

On that thought, he also wants to savor you and drown you in pleasure if possible. Yes, I am talking about birthday sex. Touching you with his hands ever so slowly so the feeling of his fingertips is burned into your skin. Lingering touches as his hands and lips barely leave you, trying his best to always keep them on you at all times as if his body was the pen writing cursive on you. All pleasure will be yours and for you. Unless you really beg to touch him, best and believe he will put all of his energy and attention on pleasing you rather than you pleasing him. It's your birthday and worshiping you and your body is the least he can do for you in his words.

Just to elaborate on that a bit more, I don't think he will be anything but gentle and loving. This man loves you with his whole being, how can he do anything but bring you tender pleasure? The kind that is not sudden and explosive, but gradual and freeing. It's not just sex, it's making love as corny as it sounds. He keeps his eyes on you and praises you with no end as his tongue tickles the sensitive spots all over your body. It fills your heart to the brim as your body is washed over with pleasure like waves wash over the shore. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, he wants to remind you how far he would go to both love and care for you.

The rest of the day really depends. Though he wishes to be with you all day, he wants to respect the kind of plans you have. Visiting family? He will accompany you if he wants and will make sure to stay in check in front of your family. Going out with friends? He will leave you at the place you're meeting them and be your ride back home. Want to stay in? He will make sure to cook you the best candlelight dinner, dessert included of course.

But I feel like he would definitely have something planned for you if you don't have any other particular plans of your own.

If you're going out to a restaurant, he will go all out and go to one of those fancy places that have dimmed lights. He will insist on paying and going as far as telling you to leave your money at home (though you manage to sneak with you in case of an emergency). He would probably get distracted seeing you get ready for your date, looking at you like you were the stars in the sky before chuckling to himself and getting ready as well.

If you're being more casual and go to a park or the beach, then a picnic it is. He would carry your favorite snacks and drinks, and insist on holding all bags despite your protests while holding your hand in his and caressing it slowly as you take in the scenery. But of course, this being a man who plans ahead, Nanami would already have a specific place on the beach/park for you two to settle down and it would be a spot with the best view (also somewhat private to keep the moment between you two only).

Just know that whatever kind of plan you go for, he will have done his research beforehand. Remember he thinks about your birthday weeks before the day, so he thinks about the where, what, when, and how to celebrate it just how you deserve to celebrate your birthday.

Regardless of the plan of the day, he wants your birthday to be memorable. He doesn't want you to feel anything but happy and comfortable, so he will probably be checking in with you to make sure your day goes swell.

When it comes to gifts, he sets no price. What's the point of making all this money if he doesn't get to spend it on his sweetheart? Even when you point out how expensive the gifts look, he shakes his head and says "Don't think about it, I care more about whether you like it or not."

He's also very attentive about what to give you. He pays attention to what your eyes linger on the most when you go out shopping, he notices if any of your things are starting to wear down, thinks of you when he sees a something that screams you, and asks your friends if you have expressed wanting something in specific. This man does his research when it comes to your gift.

He doesn't care about the price or how long it takes to find the perfect gift for you. Not when the look on your face when you open it is a gift on its own.

When the day becomes night and you return to your place, he will focus on helping you unwind from the day. Preparing you a bath, making you a drink of a light snack, watching something on the TV while cuddling on the couch, give you a massage, and of the sort.

If there's still energy in both of you, he will dim the lights and pull you close for a slow dance. Whether he actually plays some music or hums, you're dancing in the living room with your chests pressed together in a way that your hearts are beating against each other softly. It's like a scene out of the movie where you're holding hands and his arm is around your waist while yours on your chest, hips swaying to his lead. He spins you around and you can't help but smile at how in love you are with him.

When you decide to call it a day and you two are lying down on the bed, he can't help but stare at you and be grateful—no, blessed that he gets to love you like this, to be with you on your day. So don't be surprised if he expresses that gratitude as he praises and worships you once more.

"You deserve more than I can give you. I hope that you still enjoyed today regardless."

"I hope I get to celebrate your birthday every year."

"You have no idea how pretty you looked today, just like you do every other day."

"I don't think I could show you all my love in just one day."

And he takes that last one to heart. He keeps celebrating your birthday a few days later, whether that is by spreading out his gifts and outings with you rather than planning it all for one day only or by still being extra affectionate.

Nevertheless, your birthdays have become much more fulfilling since dating Nanami, who puts all of his efforts into keeping that smile on your face and warmth in your heart.

No, Nanami doesn't care about his birthday. But yours? Oh, he cares about it with every fiber of his being. It's the day when he can unapologetically express his love for you like no other day.

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[simply-trash5]

heeeyyyy do you happen to do trigun 🥺👉👈 also BNHA DILFs is such a vibe rn can we have sum yummy hcs pretty please 🤤 i can't decide who so dealers choice 🥴

Heyyyy anon sweetie!

Sorry I am just now replying, I have the flu so miss girl is struggling. I am planning to watch Trigun so I don’t do it yet, but please come back soon and request because I will once I watch it ✨

So BNHA DILFs huh? Yummy HC will be under the line.

First and foremost let’s assume that all of my DILFS are divorced DILFs ✨ single and on the prowl…

Let’s start with Daddy OneforAll:

DILF Izuku is that big hunk of man with the boyish charm that has NO IDEA how sexy he truly is. I have this idea about you meeting him in the park while he plays with his kids. His kid will accidentally throw a ball where you are reading a book in the shade of a tree and here he comes to retrieve it. Curls falling in his face, a blush covering his cheeks when he notices your beauty that makes his freckles pop…he will stammer a little when he asks for your number…

Next thing you know you’re in his apartment. He arranged for a sitter for his kids and he took you on a date; now he has you on his couch kissing sweetly on your neck asking you if all of this is okay. His large scarred fingers are playing at the hem of your shirt ready and willing to all but rip it from your body.

DILF Izuku is patient and wants to take his time worshipping every inch of your body when he has you laid in front of him. He treats you like a goddess came to earth just for him as he watches you come undone from his tongue while you beg for him to fuck you mercilessly.

“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Gonna take care of you…”

Next up DILF Bakugo:

Now I HC you meet him at some event for his children. I think his daughters are dancers and maybe you are their instructor and when he caught sight of you in your tights—all bets were off. He began to flirt here and there until he finally was bold enough to ask for your number and take you out.

Now you are bent over his bed being absolutely wrecked as he is pounding into you with a handful of your hair. He is all muscle and hard planes bent over you growling into your ear—“that’s right, be a good fucking girl ‘f me”

Now once he’s made sure he’s ruined you for anyone else he’s going to spoil the absolute shit out of you and show up at your studio all the time—even on patrols just to give you kisses or food or little gifts he thinks you’ll love because you’re one of his girls now and

“I’ll always take care of my girls…”

Now on to DILF Kirishima!

You meet DILF Kiri at the gym—at kids gym of course! He’s taking his little one to kids gym for a day of fun but he catches sight of you lifting and decides you need a little…help..on your form. So he leaves his little one in the caring hands of the instructors and comes over to ask if you want some help. You are stunned and maybe a little grumpy (which he finds cute) but sure why not. After a little fun banter you ask him for his number because he’s hot and you haven’t had a good fu—I mean date in a while.

One thing leads to another and Kiri has you in a mating press in his bed rubbing circles on your clit with those large fingers. You’re in shambles over his frame pressing on you and his cock hitting that spot so well and he’s cooing how ‘aww pretty girl you are doing so well don’t cry’ as he is wiping your tears. After you have came more times than you can count and he has marked you with his teeth—he cleans you up in a warm shower together and you lay in his soft bed as he strokes your hair and tells you how beautiful you are. You’re whipped and he’s whipped.

Now you’re going to the gym with him and bringing him lunch to the agency and prancing around in Red Riot merch as his little girlie friend. Good thing you’re getting speared by his dick every day that ends in a “y”. You’ll be moving in soon.

DILF simps come get yalls juice—lemme know if you want any other DILFs ✨❤️

#bnha #bnha DILFs #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #aged up characters #bnha x reader #anime x reader #this was fun for me #anons welcome #send requests #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #send me stuffs #send me things

[woeswrites]

Yandere Will Graham

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.

Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Headcannons are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.

You were a recent survivor of an attack

No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper

It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off

He had a dumb, stereotypical name too

The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?

Something like that

The media wasn't very creative with it

Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type

Young men

All of a similar stature

With the same hair and eye color

All known to known be up at all hours of the day

It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes

He was a plain and simple lust killer

Most likely white and in his 30s-40s

Classic closet case turned homicidal

He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing

The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence

He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself

Will knew he'd slip up eventually

This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long

Well--

Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?

Because that's exactly what happened

He was called to the scene with the rest of the team

The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression

You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away

Something about your tear blotched face held him captive

Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand

Normally this would have annoyed Will

He wasn't the talking type

Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable

But something in him didn't mind so much

Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable

Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you

An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances

"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."

"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."

Will tried to start off slow

Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information

You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)

It took Will a second to jot down your responses

He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking

"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"

There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor

Likely a coping mechanism

But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips

By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form

Sure the case was over on his end

But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you

At least a couple times a week

"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"

Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk

The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions

He'd spend all night re-reading the details

Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode

Imagining you on top of him

Knife in hand

Crazed look in your eyes

He tried to shake the image away

He shouldn't be doing this

It wasn't right

You could've died that night

His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants

He tried to push the idea of you out of his head

Usually he'd have more control over himself than this

His resolve was strong at first

He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer

Telling himself he'd drop it

That worked for a couple of days

That was before he started dreaming of you

Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him

He became your attacker that night

He chased you

He ripped apart your clothes

He was the one who you fought off

He's the one who you thrust that knife into

And he loved every second of it

Wait--

No, he couldn't

This was just his empathy disorder

Yeah!

He was just in character

This definitely wasn't him

He would never want to do any of that stuff

And he'd prove it

He had memorized that file from front to back at this point

It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address

He was an FBI consultant

It was basically warranted

Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night

His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works

Not for any particular reason

And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing

This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like

He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find

"Will? Is that you?"

"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"

You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused

"I thought my case was cleared..."

"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."

You smiled at this

And Will felt his heart ache

You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner

He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life

It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought

It was innocent enough at first

Just drinking and talking

You'd mention how life was after the attack

Will shared a little about his experience with GJH

Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before

But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy

And Will found himself leaning in

One kiss turned into another and another

Will felt a sense of static overtake him

Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine

He felt the strong urge to consume

Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache

Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed

Shock was an understatement

That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back

Will woke up at the loss of warmth

Last night was the best he had slept in years

You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined

His heart sank at the look of regret on your face

"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."

He couldn't just leave now

Not knowing what he did

That you two were made for one another

He'd try to calm you down

"Y/n let's talk about this."

You weren't having it

Mentioning how inappropriate this all was

You'd shove his clothes into his arms

Will tried to console you

Not realizing why you were so worked up

You both did just have the best night of your life after all

You'd back away but he'd continue approaching

"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"

"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."

Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...

It just didn't feel right

Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away

He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face

"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."

You were absolutely bewildered

He reached out and grabbed ahold of you

His grip was almost crushing

Like he was holding on for dear life

"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."

He looked crazed, sweat slipping from his brow

It felt just like that night all over again

The knife in your hand as your attacker bled out

Only now Will took his place underneath you

#he/him #male reader #will graham x male reader #will graham x reader #yandere will graham #yandere will #possessive love #NBC hannibal #hannibal #yandere hannibal #yandere NBC hannibal #will #will graham #yandere william graham #william graham

[jesssssssssica]

juno! j.b p1

word count: 1.02k

it started with a chair.

the fact that i’m staring at two lines on a stick covered in my pee is because of a chair.

shit.

what am i meant to do now?

“what am i going to do?” i ask my friend through the phone.

“maybe it's just a food baby, what'd you have for lunch yesterday?" she replies, the phone rested on her shoulder as she painted her nails a pastel pink.

"i wish it was a food baby but i've taken three tests and it's showing nothing but two lines" i said sighing.

"wait- how did you produce so much pee?"

"i just drank loads of apple juice - anyway that's beside the point, i'm pregnant"

holy shit.

that feels unbelievable to say, i am pregnant.

"y/n" the voice takes me out of my little daydream.

"yeah" i reply

"who's the father?"

those three words suck me down memory lane.

it was just meant to be two nerdy virgins getting it on and now look at the consequences, of course we couldn't blame society for not telling us to "wrap it before you tap it" because we were forced through the painfully awkward sex ed lessons. we could only blame ourselves for believing the 'pull out method' was a reliable method of contraception. what an idiot.

but i couldn't deny it wasn't one of the best things i had experienced in my life, and that the way he made me feel when i reached the edge was almost mind-blowing, in fact i kept questioning whether or not he was a virgin. he was just that good, it would've been amazing if he didn't have such fast swimmers.

"it's jude's"

jude bellingham or jude victor william bellingham if you're like that. he was one of those guys that you wouldn't notice in a crowd full of men but if you were one of the lucky ones that did then you would be so happy. he was one of those guys that can read you even if you are so careful about not showing any emotion, he will know. i used to joke and say how it was superpower and he would just smile at me with those pearly whites. the same pearly whites that were hidden by his perfectly plump lips, that pulled me in and started the domino effect that led up all the way to now.

my friends laugh reminds me i'm not alone.

"what made you and bellingham bone? i didn't know he was you type"

she wasn't wrong. on any normal day you wouldn't feel such emotions for jude but that day was different, in fact i wanted nothing more than to kiss him until we were left breathless and he made my knees week.

"i don't know just something that happened" i reply a red blush appearing on my face

"you love him!"

"i don't think that's the most important thing to come out of this conversation."

"sorry, but what was he like?"

"he was amazing"

it was true, he was the best thing i've ever experienced.

"what are you going to do?"

"i don't know but i need your help."

jude was a footballer, a good one at that, but his routine was one from hell. he would wake up early, the kind of early that even in the summer mornings, the sun still hasn't rose. that kind of early. when he told me about his mornings, i felt like crying. he puts on his stupid high shorts and puts on his bright orange sweatbands; one around his head and a sweatband on both his arms and legs.

if i remember correctly, he then heats up one of those quick and easy waffles and then begins his laps around the neighbourhood. and that's why i'm sat here, on that same chair that ruined my life.

"hey jude"

"oh hey y/n oh that's a nice rug that tiger looks proud"

" i know right, i took it from mrs martins doorstep" he nods awkwardly in response to my words. i continue to speak "your shorts are looking especially shiny today, what's up with that?"

"oh thanks. my mum used some colour bleach thing, i don't know what it's called." he shrugs after he speaks, one arm rested on the back of his neck.

"so.. do you want to know something?" lord, give me strength.

"i mean sure, i guess"

"i'm pregnant"

i observe his face as he takes in the news. i don't know how he feels, his face is not letting anything show, his eyes void of emotion and maybe even soul. the only things he's doing is fidgeting with his hands, sometimes cracking his knuckles.

just as he opens his mouth to reply, jude's fellow runners appeared, their junks peeking through the shorts, that seem to get shorter and shorter everyday. those shorts make me picture them naked, whether i like it or not. he turns back to me and says,

"i- i'm meant to be running now"

"i know"

the air is tense, it's choking me. we both don't know where to look or what to say. luckily, he breaks it soon after.

"so.. what do you think we should do?"

hmmm. he's not as douchey as some say he is.

"i think, i might just nip it in the bud before it.. you know turns into what some people say is a baby. do you know that pregnancies can cause infants to roam the earth?"

he chuckles and i realise i haven't heard a sound as sweet as that damn chuckle.

"hm. i've heard that too, apparently we were one of them when we were younger"

i smile. my first real smile in a while. it's a peaceful smile.

"so you're okay with everything?"

"course, it's you that's the one going through it, so you do you."

i don't whether or not to speak again but i do.

"i'm sorry for having sex with you."

"i'm not"

"i'll see you at school"

i ride off on the bicycle i had kept rested on the armchair, leaving jude to his own thoughts.

#jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #juno movie

[uchihagods]

it’s been ages since i last posted something on here, so i’m back with a tiny little itachi fic i wrote long ago, hope u like it!

calling itachi ‘princess’ in bed drabble under the cut <33 tw: unprotected sex, riding, oral, angst?, i don’t remember what i wrote exactly sorry but that’s pretty much it :)

(not proofread)

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

“What did you just call me?” Itachi opened his eyes carefully. You continued fucking yourself on his cock, your hands gripping the little hairs on his nape.

The delicious friction he was causing in your insides was distracting enough for you to ignore his protests, which wasn’t very funny for your boyfriend who was now furrowing his eyebrows.

“Mhm!” You whimpered the third time his bulbous tip hit the magic button that made you see stars within seconds. God, you couldn’t love his fat dick more. “So. Fucking. Good.”

A pair of beautiful hands squeezed the flesh of your playful hips, dictating a more relaxed pace. You knew him too well, you knew he was close to his release.

—“Is my princess almost there, hm?” You brought up again that one pet name that seemed to trouble him a lot.

He stopped reciprocating your thrusts. You faced him and found a very disturbed Itachi. “Don’t call me that.” Your boyfriend stated seriously.

“Don’t call you what?” You played dumb while grinding against his hardness even though he stayed still like a statue. Your own hands cupped his pretty upset face and kissed his eyelids with tenderness as to try to erase the last sentence of his mind. Teasing him more and more by each passing second. “I’m just enjoying our love session.”

“I am too.” He responded, confused. Was he imagining things now? Could it be possible?

You smiled at him, pecked him and rode him some more. You supported yourself on his thighs to give him a better view of your jumping breasts and wet pussy. Your face contracted in pleasure at the new angle, his cock stimulating uncharted places inside you that made your walls twitch.

Lowering your gaze to where your bodies were connected, you admired the way his whole shaft disappeared in you, half of it reappeared covered in both your juices before it slammed back into your tightness to repeat the process. Again. And again. And once more.

You reached out for his thumb to place it above your aching clit, silently asking for some relief there. Itachi, as always, understood and didn’t take long to fulfill your wishes. He started drawing long circles with his pad, making tiny zigzags forms and not pressing too much on your sensitive bud; just how you taught him to do it. Your boyfriend was a fast learner indeed.

“Such beautiful fingers.” You praised. Not averting your eyes from his painted nails, so meticulously painted it looked perfect. You surrounded his neck with your arms, accommodating your body closer to his. He was still playing with your clit. “My pretty princess.” You tried to kiss him on the lips, but he dodged you successfully by offering his cheek instead. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“Quit it.” He complained. “I don’t like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like it.”

“I do, though.” You whispered. “You’re my princess.”

“Stop.” He pleaded when you resumed your movements, grabbing each side of your hips.

“No!” You nearly screamed the moment you felt him slipping out of you. “Don’t you want to fuck me anymore?” You sat on him again, almost too harsh.

“It’s softening, Y/N.” Itachi noticed your watering eyes, he couldn’t help feeling guilty now. But, what was that all about, anyway? “Of course I desire you, my love. More than anything.“ He clarified first. “It’s that stupid name.”

“Princess?”

“Yes.” Your boyfriend closed his eyes forcefully. “None of that, okay?”

You pouted. “No.” Before he could protest, you sealed your last word with a long, passionate kiss. You shoved your tongue into his cavern, dancing with his once you found it.

You pulled his cock out of you and started pumping it to make it hard again, caressing his reddened tip with your thumb at the end of each pump. With the help of your bare breasts pressing against his chest, you didn’t take long to have him all prepared for you.

—“Fuck me already, will ya’?” You suggested, looking at him through your eyelashes, and thus, making his member twitch in your hand because of how gorgeous you seemed like that.

He complied, of course. Picking you up by your asscheeks, Itachi laid your body on the bed delicately. He spread your legs wider for him to fit between your meaty thighs, you let scape a loud moan the moment you felt his tongue licking your dripping hole; your fingers found their way to his beautiful, long hair.

You’d thought he was going to fill you up with his cock once again, but you were certainly surprised to have him ravishing your insides with his wet muscle instead. Your legs rested on his wide back while he traced a tiny path from your hole to your throbbing clit as to suck at it hard.

Your boyfriend, knowing you’d come quickly with that simple movement, penetrated you with two of his slender fingers to start moving them rhythmically. Your hips were acting on his own when they suddenly shook at the added stimulation, at that, Itachi used his free hand to squeeze your side tenderly.

“Relax, my love.” He separated a little from your core, “So sweet for me.”

“I want to taste you too…” You cupped his reddened cheek, caressing with your thumb the tender skin there. “Can I, princess?”

He rested his forehead on your belly, “Yes.” He figured that the most reasonable response at this recently discovered tendency of yours was, actually, the lack of one. After all, this was the first time you called him that, and, hopefully, the last one as well. “I’d love that.”

Completely ignoring the mention of that pet name throughout the rest of the night, —which was harder than he expected, and showed to you.— Itachi decided to just enjoy his girlfriend’s mouth and pussy surrounding his throbbing member until he emptied himself on her beautiful face when the pleasure provided by her playful tongue was too much to handle.

In the end, both of you were exhausted as hell; you couldn’t recall when was the last time you felt this sore and tired after having sex with the dark-haired. Don’t get me wrong here, the two of you made love almost every week, and you’d felt like this more often than not, but those sessions were certainly shorter and less rough than tonight’s.

Nevertheless, your caring boyfriend managed to get up after a couple of minutes of panting heavily to hand you a glass of fresh water to hydrate yourself. He too drank from there once you were finished and didn’t want more.

“Cuddle with me.” You did grabby hands like a baby. You were still naked, your nipples all perky and cunt glistening with your release.

Itachi smiled at you tenderly. “Don’t you want to take a shower first?” He asked, approaching your open arms to lay on your body with caution; head resting between your bare, soft breasts; arms hugging your waist, and eyes closed with tiredness.

You shook your head no, “I really want to sleep, baby.”

“Yeah.” He murmured with a hoarse voice. “Me too.”

With that, neither of you didn’t take long to fall asleep in that comfy position. Itachi’s last thought was, —‘apparently, she got over that stupid name. It was just a phase.’— while nuzzling his face in between your breasts.

He wasn’t going to hear that ever again.

Or, at least, that was what he believed.

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[whump-blog]

Okay here comes the request. Hope this isn’t too specific :)

Caretaker finds their friend Whumpee drunk out of their mind. They don’t know what happened but nevertheless they bring Whumpee home and take care of them. Whumpee, being rather incoherent, accidentally confesses something (maybe their treatment with whumper, maybe a love confession of what they think is unrequited love, maybe something else…)

Sorry it took me so long to answer this, but there wasn't enough creative juice in me, haha. I know it's not exactly what you asked for, but I still hope you like what I wrote :)

Thank you @whumpinthepot for helping me with this and doing a proof reading.

CW: drunk whumpee, abuse, alcohol abuse, protective caretaker, wounded character

“What are ya' doing Hero?” asked Civilian blinking slowly, trying to get used to the light in the flat while Hero dabbed his face with a wet cloth.

“What am I doing? I'm trying to wipe all the scratches off your face, you- idiot!”

“Wh- what scratcheees?”

“The ones you got when you decided to start a fight with that guy from the bar.”

“Ooh yeees! Well- he deserved it. He shouldn't have taken my drink.” Civilian swayed, and Hero had to grab his shoulder to keep him still.

The night among friends had been going smoothly with drinks and laughter, until Hero lost sight of a drunk Civilian for a few minutes and things got out of control. Resulting in Hero having to drag him out and take him home.

“That wasn't your drink!" Hero started, but he knew it was a lost cause, "ahh- never mind, can you take off your shirt? I want to see that you don't have any more cuts under it.”

“Heh, are you trying to flirt with me?” Civilian teased, trying with trembling hands to remove his torn clothes.

Despite the evening's outcome, the friends were enjoying their time together, but when Hero saw under Civilian's shirt, his face turned pale and the room fell silent.

The multiple scars covering Civilian's chest showed just how negligent Hero had been as a friend. How was it possible? Hero wondered. How was it possible that someone had been hurting his friend and he hadn't noticed? 

“Who- who did this to you? When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?!” Hero bombarded Civilian with questions, while guilt and worry overwhelmed him.

“Wait- m’ head…” -Civilian pressed his eyes closed- “don't talk so- so loud," he said as if what Hero had just found out was not a big deal.

“Tell me, and I swear I will see to it that you get justice.”

“Wha- what ar-e you talking about?”

“Don't play dumb. Where did all those scars come from? Civilian, someone's been hurting you and that's- that's not right...”

In the silence after Hero spoke, all that could be heard was the gentle breeze ruffling the curtains. Civilian was quite drowsy from all the alcohol, and looked as if he would pass out before answering Hero's questions. Until he finally managed to put his words together to give a halfway coherent answer.

“I- well, all these here," Civilian pointed to his scars, "you don't have to wo-worry Hero, they we-were my fau-lt.”

“Civilian..." pity could be heard in his voice, "I don't know who told you that, but it's not true. None of this can be your fault.”

“Yes, yes it was. I- I got involved with the- the wrong-g people. If I had never met Supervillain… things wouldn't have gone this far.”

Civilian seemed lost in thought. But Hero now had more questions than answers. Suddenly, nothing seemed to make sense.

“So, was it Supervillain who hurt you like this?”

Hero was trying to remain calm, but a storm was raging inside him. What could Supervillain want with Civilian? No matter the reason, as soon as he got his hands on that son of a bitch, he would make him regret ever having scratched a kind and gentle person like Civilian.

“Well, yes- in part…”

“In part? What do you mean? Has someone else been hurting you?”

“Ah well…yes… hm- erm, I,” Civilian hesitated looking at Hero in the eyes, “I told you it was my fault… if only I had been better… I brought this on myself."

“Civilian, you have to tell me the truth, you can't go on like this." Hero pressed.

As the conversation went on, Civilian looked more and more stressed until a few tears managed to escape from his eyes. “I- I just, I don't want to tell you.” 

“Why?”

“You're going to get mad at me.”

“Civilian, that's not true, we are friends.”

“You won't want to be my friend anymore.”

“Everything is going to be okay. Just tell me. I can't see you hurt like this”

Hero took Civilian's hand into his own in a gesture that was intended to reassure his friend. But, which in fact ended up breaking Civilian, who began to sob inconsolably.

“I'm sorry, Hero, I'm sorry... It- It was you-”

If the night hadn't been strange enough, that last sentence had knocked him off his feet. That was not possible. For a long moment, Hero stood frozen without saying a word, without moving a muscle, just listening to his friend sobbing in the background. Until finally it all clicked. The answer had been so obvious. Only, he had been too blind to see it.

“Villain?” the question leapt from his mind and escaped his lips.

At the mention of that name, the sobbing turned to heavy weeping, and that was more than proof enough. Hero hesitated for a moment, but ended up sitting on the sofa next to- his friend? Perhaps the years of friendship had been a lie, all a great manipulation. It was the first thing that crossed Hero's mind. If it wasn't for the alcohol, Civili- Villain would never have revealed his identity. But the good times he had spent with his friend had felt real, Hero couldn't remember Villain ever taking advantage of Hero's ignorance of his identity and trying to get information out of him as Civilian. Besides, the scars on Villain's body were very real. Those could not be faked. Now that he thought about it, on occasions when Hero had fought with Villain, he had inflicted wounds to defeat him that he could now see reflected in some of the many scars on Villain's body. But he was definitely not the cause of all of them.

With that in mind, Hero moved his arms slowly until he wrapped Villain in a gentle hug. At the unexpected physical contact, his friend flinched, but when the surprise passed, he just rested his head on Hero's shoulder and cried there for a long time. By the time Villain had calmed down, the night breeze had stopped.

“So- you don't hate me?" was the first thing Villain asked, "can we still be friends?"

“Of course I don't hate you. Whatever happened doesn't change anything, you have been my friend for many years and always will be.” Hero shook his head. “I- I just don't understand why Supervillain would do something like this to you, you're his ally.” 

If Hero wanted answers, it would be better to get them now. Once the alcohol had cleared out of Villain's system, he would probably return to his charmingly stoic and cocky self. But... was it really the right thing to do to take advantage of the situation? Villain would never have confessed to something like this in his right mind. But before Hero could further question the morality of his actions, Villain voiced one last thought.

“H- he do- doesn't like useless- people. Losing to you…” he sighed, “I will always be a failure to him…” 

After that statement, a last tear rolled down Villain's cheek as he fell asleep in Hero's embrace.

Hopefully the next morning he won't be able to remember anything, Hero thought as he laid Villain on the couch to finish treating his wounds. Some of which he had apparently caused himself.

He would definitely pay Supervillain a friendly visit tomorrow.

#whump #hero caretaker #villain whumpee #supervillain whumper #hero x villain #civilian x hero #protective caretaker #scars #abuse #alcohol abuse #drunk whumpee #wounded villain #whumpee #caretaker

[dalgikiss]

drowning in sunlight // a.miya

you wish you were the sun

genre: romance, angst

a/n: i am terribly terribly terribly!! sorry for the lack of updates, and to come back (v v v v v v v briefly) and give you this garbage that I've had in my drafts for ages as a return??? absolutely unacceptable. i'm still giving it to you regardless of the coherency. for some reason, i couldnt get the phrase 'i want him to look at me like the sun' out of my head, despite fully knowing that you cannot actually look at the sun, but i digress. in any case, here is this word vomit that i've had in my drafts but I couldn't stop thinking of.

“Do they ever shut up?”

Your friend, Sora Azuma rolls her eyes at the affectionate, for the lack of a better word, display Atsumu and his new girlfriend were putting on. You laugh robotically, dropping your bag onto your desk with a bit more force than you needed to. 

The sound of his laughter mixing in with hers rings cheerfully in the small classroom and it does nothing to ease your heavy heart.

You can’t help the fleeting disgust that curls your lips and makes you roll your eyes at the sight. “You’d think,” You can’t help but fume a little, “that our relationship meant more to him since we were together for almost a year, but here he is with a new girl just after a month-”

Sora snorts at how vexed you look, before resting her hand across the top of yours. 

“Hey,” her voice is soothing, calm, nothing like the rapid beating of your heart. She peers into your eyes and squeezes your fingers, “You’re okay. You got this”

“Besides,” her sweet smile lifts a little higher, a little more devious when her eyes narrow just slightly, “you’re way cuter than her. I overheard some girls in the hallway saying you and Atsumu were a cuter pair”

Those words shouldn’t make you feel a little bit better. But they do anyway. 

You can’t help but sneak a peek over to the pair. Despite how fast Sora slaps her hand over your eyes, you’ve already burned the image of Atsumu rubbing his thumb over the pale expanse of his new girlfriend’s cheek, golden eyes staring at her so adoringly, it makes you sick to your stomach. 

Sora clicks her tongue but pushes your hair back anyways and decides not to reprimand you. Instead, she drops a carton of juice at your desk under the guise of ‘got lucky at the vending machine and happened to get 2 instead of 1’

“Thanks,” You mumble, lips pressed together in a straight line, “i really appreciate it”

“I know,” Sora grins and holds up the matching carton, “Maybe you should focus on me instead of your deadbeat ex”

You scoff but you turn to face her fully anyways, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, eyes unfocused. 

“He used to look at me like that,” You blurt it out before you can really think about anything else. When Sora stares at you with an exasperated look, you clamp your hand over your mouth quickly. 

‘Sorry,” You squeak, “I didn’t mean to say that”

She doesn’t say anything but sips peacefully from her straw while you mull over the thick fog in your head. 

He used to look at me like that

x.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I can’t look at my girl?”

“You look like a lovesick idiot”

“Yeah, yeah” Atsumu rolled his eyes at your quip while he pulled you towards him, “can’t help it when it’s you i’m lookin’ at”

x.

You consider yourself saved by the bell when the incessant urge to stare at the couple creeps up on you again. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you pinch the bridge of your nose until a red mark appears to distract you from the ever growing need to look. 

You’re beginning to understand why all breakup advice tells you to block your ex on every social media platform and avoid them as best as you can. 

Sora turns to face you, arm covering her face as the sunlight begins to spill in through the windows. You laugh when she scrunches up her nose. She throws a paper ball at you and you’re thankful the teacher is too preoccupied with the front row to even notice you giggling away. 

Atsumu rests his hand on his cheek and watches you cover your smile with an open palm, the corner of your eyes crinkling. 

x.

Atsumu lifted one of his hands when you had begun squinting, looking up towards the sky. 

“It’s too sunny out,” you complained, but lifted up on your tiptoes to press a kiss onto the palm of his outstretched hand. 

The sun blazed openly, no clouds in the sky and the heat from the sidewalk made you sweat. Atsumu squinted once at the sun before tugging you towards his side. 

“It’s not so bad,” he mused, “it could be raining”

“Hmmm, i guess” you begrudgingly agreed before wrinkling your nose when a hot gust of air blew towards the two of you, “ew that just felt like the earth sneezed on me”

Atsumu laughed at your description, the sound ringing clearly in the still air. He looked at you with a fondness most people didn’t know he’s capable of, lips still curved into a smile. You caught his gaze and wiggled your eyebrows. Atsumu rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. You tilted your head back and laughed. 

He watched you with the weight of the words he was too scared to say resting on his back and carefully memorized every detail of your laughter. 

X.

Your pencil taps on the desk in a rhythm only you can hear. The rest of your classmates scribble away on their papers, eyebrows furrowed intensely. Yours is blank, saved for the prompt “I want to be…” written in English on the first line. 

Sora’s paper is filled as she concentrates on translating the sentences in her head, tongue sticking out of her mouth. She looks up when she feels your gaze on her, taking the time to throw a small eraser at you. 

Write, she mouths at you, before you get in trouble

I don’t know what to write, you want to say, I don’t know what I want to be

You’re lying. Of course you know what you want to be. You want to be-

x.

“- the sun” you said it proudly, hands resting on your hip, “because I’m the brightest thing in your life”

“I dunno about that one,” Atsumu teased you, “ya really ain’t that special”

The sunlight shone in through the window, catching the top of your head. Atsumu watched you twirl in your spot. Beautiful, he thought to himself, tucking his arm behind his head, you always are

“You’re seriously going to tell me, your girlfriend, that I’m not special?” You threw the plush lying on his bed at him and he catches it easily, but you would never hurt him intentionally anyways. 

The warmth of the sun made you dizzy. You landed on his bed with a heavy sigh and he immediately tugged you into his arms. He mumbled something into the crown of your head, the soft tone fading away in the quiet of the room. 

You twisted around to face him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead in response. His heart beated peacefully while the sun casted gold around his room.

“The sun,” He murmured so quietly, you had to strain your ears to hear him. “You will always be the sun to me”

“You are something I cannot live without”

x.

“[surname]-san”

You blink, lifting your head to meet the expectant gaze of your teacher. He cocks his head to the side, gesturing with his hand for you to read your assignment. Sora winces when she catches a glimpse of your still empty paper on your desk. 

“Please read what you have written for the assignment”

You glance down at your paper and suck in air between your teeth. 

Right, completely empty.

The teacher waits for you patiently, scribbling away notes on other student’s work in his notebook. 

“I um-” You rack your brain desperately for an answer, the broken english words from random TV dramas playing rapidly in your mind, “I want to be-”

The sun catches onto something, reflecting right into your eyes. You automatically lift your hands to cover your face, turning your face slightly towards where the glare was coming. 

Atsumu finally twists his watch face away from the sunbeam on his desk, hiding it underneath his sleeve before you notice. 

He blinks slowly when you catch his gaze. A soft moment passes and then-

Atsumu smiles, the genuine ones that you’ve missed so much with the corners of his lips upturned until his eyes crinkle at the end. 

(Is it wrong to hope that he misses you too?)

You know what you want to be. 

“I want to be the sun,” You answer your teacher honestly, despite some weird looks that your classmates were casting at you. Sora raises her eyebrows but stays quiet, gently tapping her fingernails on the wood of the desk. 

The teacher looks up from his notes, a little confused, but he smiles anyways, “Do you think you could elaborate a little on that?”

“Um,” You glance down at the paper held in between your shaky hands, “I-”

I want to be the sun because-

“It fuels life on Earth,” You finish lamely, staring down at your desk, “Sunny days are nice too, especially being able to go to the beach, or something like that”

You take your seat when the teacher nods his approval and wipe the sweat away from your palms on the pleats of your skirt. Sora grins encouragingly, giving you a soft thumbs up when you catch her eye. 

The weight of Atsumu’s gaze rests heavily against you, golden eyes seemingly trying to swallow you whole. 

I want to be the sun because I want him to look at me again

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[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 28

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"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Hi."

"I've brought you some breakfast" my mum says, leaving a tray with food on the bedside table and sitting on the bed.

"I'm not hungry."

"You must eat something."

"I'm not hungry" I repeat.

"Eleanor, please. I'm sure he wouldn't like to see you getting sick."

"Why did you have to mention him?" I say, covering my head with the duvet and starting to cry.

"I'm sorry. I just... Drink the juice at least. You will dihydrate if you keep crying like that."

"I don't care!"

"Eleanor..."

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm your mother, I'm not going anywhere." 

And so far, she hasn't. Since the moment she found me crying on the floor after Declan left, she has been by my side. She has spent the whole night with me, taking care of me, comforting me. When she left to pick up my breakfast, it probably is the longest she has been gone for.

"Eleanor... Ellie..." she says after taking a deep breath. "Do you know why at first I opposed to you dating Declan?"

"Because you are a snob with a stick up your ass."

"No, Eleanor" she sighs. "I opposed to it because I knew this would happen. Because I knew he'll end up breaking your heart, and I didn't want to see you suffer like this."

"Because he isn't like us."

"Exactly."

"See? You are a snob!"

"I am not a snob. But I better than anyone know how it feels to fall in love with a royal when you aren't part of that world. What it entails, all the sacrifices you must make, how much you must fight. And it isn't easy, Eleanor. You don't know how many times I had my phone on my hand ready to call your dad and tell him it was over, that I couldn't deal with the press, with everything I had to learn if I wanted to be queen one day. It was so tough. Not just for me, but for everyone around me."

"But you never did it. You never gave up like he has done."

"Because unlike Declan, I had nothing to lose. If things between Philip and I hadn't worked out, if we had broken up... Yes, we both would be heartbroken. Especially me. But that was it. I had my studies and I could start again. Maybe not in England, but definitely somewhere else. Declan doesn't have that luxury."

"What do you mean?" I ask, uncovering my head.

"He has his career. His dream. Everything he and his family have worked for since he was a kid. They've sacrificed many things for it, and he couldn't lose that."

"So instead, he chose to lose me."

"Yes. But not because you weren't worth it, because he doesn't love you, or because it was the easier choice. He did it because he knows it is something that can be fixed."

"What?"

"When I found out you were seeing someone who wasn't Charles, I thought it was just something fleeting. Then I noticed how happy you were, that you actually had feelings for whoever that boy was. And despite suspecting that he probably was one of Mason's friends and that you had met him through Roberta, I said to myself… well, maybe it will work out. Just look at her, at how she is glowing. Then you told us who he was and I knew it was a mistake, that you would end up hurting each other. But you both still kept fighting. And then, again, I thought… maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they'll work through this, maybe the fact that he has had to deal with huge pressure before at such a young age will help them."

"But you were wrong."

"Yes and no. I was wrong because he clearly hasn't been able to deal with everything that has happened since the press found out about you two and with everything else going on on the pitch. But Eleanor... The way you and Declan love each other... You don't get to see that every day. It is true love. Right now you probably feel like the world is ending, like it is over. But it isn't. This just wasn't your moment to be together. You'll have a second chance, I'm sure of it."

"What... What do you mean?"

"I..." she says, taking a deep breath. "I think that one day, both of you will be strong enough to fight against anything and everything, and you will be ready to get back together. I don't know when that will happen, but..."

"It isn't a goodbye, it's a see you soon" I say, remembering what Declan said before he left.

"That's it, yes."

"If one day that happens... If we get back together… Will you support us? Will you be by our side?"

"I will. I promise you I will" she says, caressing my cheek.

"It would have been easier if you had told me all this before, you know? Everyone kept telling me that you were just trying to protect me, but if you had explained it to me..."

"I know. I just… I didn't know how to do it, so I took the harsh way. But I love you, Eleanor. You know I do, don't you?"

"I do" I say, sitting up.

"I'm sorry I didn't do things right. That I hurt you so much. Both you and Declan."

"It's ok" I whisper.

"I know things are gonna be very difficult. That right now you are heartbroken and feel like nothing makes sense anymore. But I'm here for you, and I will help you with everything. Now and always" she says, taking my hand on hers. 

"Thank you, mum" I cry.

"Oh, come here" she says, hugging me.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Eleanor."

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[pennylanefics]

The Librarian - Jake Kiszka | Chapter 6

a/n: i'm not sorry for the events of this chapter...also a special extra thanks to both @maud-gone and @streamingcolors-gvf for helping me with this chapter, jas for the overall idea, and sam, for helping me smooth it out some :)

word count: ~3.1k

The day for filming has finally arrived. It was an early Thursday morning when you arrived at Jake and Josh’s house at around eight, where their mother was nice enough to make breakfast for everyone. That’s also when you met Sam and Danny, who both took a liking to you instantly.

“Hey, sit by me,” Danny motions for you to take the seat next to him at the dining room table. Sam was on the opposite side of him, with a seat open.

“No, sit by me,” Sam says, patting the seat. Josh ends up sitting beside Danny, and Warren, Josh’s film friend who was helping out with everything, sits at the head of the table next to Sam and Danny. Jake takes the other seat at the head of the table, leaving you to sit with Sam on your left side, and Jake on your right.

“Ha!” Sam shouts at Danny mockingly, who just rolls his eyes and begins eating. Jake groans at their actions, and you glance over at him.

“This is an every day occurrence. They constantly fight and bicker over small things,” he tells you.

“We’re best friends, of course we’re going to do that,” Sam says with mouthful of food. You hold your laugh in and dig into your food.

Small talk ensues, and across from you, you notice that Josh can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. You try to not look, but it’s quite difficult with feeling his gaze on you constantly.

When breakfast was finished and everyone’s dishes were in the sink, the six of you retreat to the basement, where the main setting for the story is taking place. Sam and Danny plop onto the couch, waiting for further instruction, the coffee table in front of them filled with pieces of paper with drawings and words on them.

Warren sets up the camera and Jake attends to the lights, his usual job on Josh’s sets. 

“Okay, listen up,” Josh says, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “We’re gonna start with the planning scene between Edger, Peter, and DJ. Then, we’ll go in order of the scenes, but this is the longest one, then we should be done, aside from a couple changes I’ve made.”

You look over at him with a confused expression.

“What changes? You didn’t tell me anything?” You murmur. Josh just shakes his head and hands you the regular script.

“Nothing too extreme. I’ll get to it after we break for lunch.” Jake looks over at you, and as soon as he finishes setting the lights up, he walks straight to you, sitting alone, looking over the script.

“Everything alright?” He asks quietly. Josh was talking with Sam and Danny, going over last minute pieces of information and all that.

“Yeah, I’m just not sure what kind of changes he made and…hey, nice shirt,” you begin telling him the problem, but then come to see the pirate shirt he’s wearing. He opens his cardigan and shows it off a bit more; it reads ‘I am the reason why all the rum is gone.’ “Is it a Pirates of the Carribean reference?”

“Oh, uh, y-yeah. I thought it was funny, and even though the movies are mainly inaccurate, they’re still pretty good,” he says, a blush covering his cheeks at your slight teasing. As he always does, he pushes his glasses up with his finger, stepping a bit closer to you.

“Was rum a pirate’s favorite alcohol? Or is that also a Disney thing?”

“Actually, it very much was, although it wasn’t just straight rum. It was made into a drink called Grog, it’s water, lemon juice, sugar, and rum. So Disney got…half of something right.”

“That sounds delicious.”

“Well, maybe we can have a movie watching night to watch the series, and make some Grog,” he offers, immediately shying away a bit, not entirely sure how you’d feel about it. His cheeks stay the tinted pink they were, his heart pumping wildly in his chest.

“I’d actually really like that,” you smile at him. “But…we should also watch Jaws, because even though the film did horrible, horrible things for sharks, it’s a cult classic.”

“Deal,” Jake sticks his hand out for you to shake, a huge grin on his face. “But you should make a drink or a snack that’s like, relating to sharks.”

“Hm, I can get some shark gummies,” you chuckle.

“That totally works,” he laughs with you, rubbing his hands together nervously now. Unbeknownst to either of you, Josh was watching the two of you after he got finished going over things with Sam and Danny.

“Okay, are we ready?!” Josh yells out. Jake gives you a small wave and walks over to the couch, shrugging his cardigan off and taking a seat next to Sam.

“(Y/N), you got the script and reading along?” Josh wonders, setting up behind the camera with Warren.

“Got it,” you smile at him, holding your copy up. Josh nods and turns back to the camera.

With that, filming ensues, and it goes rather smoothly. Being involved in a shoot like this was already great experience, even if it was a small production and the budget was nothing, because everything was borrowed and taking place in their home. It was really neat seeing your own story coming to life.

While breaking for lunch, which Karen ordered pizza for everyone, you take this time to chat with Jake. You take a seat next to him on the couch, your plate of pizza on your lap.

“How’s the acting going?” He wonders, nudging you with his elbow.

“You’re a very good actor,” you compliment. “Killing every line.”

“Well thank you. I’ve been in enough of his films to know exactly what to do. Maybe I should become famous. Win an Oscar one day, huh?”

“I mean, the way you get famous is by being a talented actor. And after seeing the scenes shot today, I say you have a pretty decent shot,” you wink at him. Jake giggles and takes a bite of his pizza.

Josh watches the two of you from across the room, taking note of how you make Jake laugh and vice versa, taking in every detail of you. Danny could tell something was up with him, but decided not to push it.

“So, about these changes,” you walk up to Josh after lunch was over. He was still sitting in the living room while everyone walked back downstairs to set up again. “They’re not anything major, are they?”

“Kind of. I thought it would be nice for both of us to have a little cameo in the film, so once we get everything filmed downstairs, there’s one final scene where the three of them come and get me at my house, we’ll just use the front door and all that, and I say goodbye to you, my girlfriend.”

You freeze at this new information.

“Oh. Um, I wasn’t really planning on being on camera today so, I don’t look the best.”

“The film’s just gonna be shown to like family and close friends, you don’t have to look like a movie star. I mean, just look at the way the others are dressed. And, might I say, you look incredible no matter what.” You furrow your eyebrows, not liking how he was talking about Jake, completely disregarding the compliment he gave you at the end.

Jake looked so handsome today, and you hated that his own brother was putting him down to try and make you feel better.

“Okay, it is a kind of fun idea.”

“You don’t even have to say much, just like a ‘be safe’ or ‘have fun’. And then we’ll end the interaction with a kiss.”

“Alright, sounds good,” you play off. Deep down, you were a little worried about everything, especially the kiss he mentioned at the last second, but you try not to let your focus linger too long on it.

You push all of the thoughts out of your mind, knowing that this was just a measly little kiss that didn’t even have to continue for more than a second. And it was for your film, so why not have a little fun?

Once all of the scenes in the basement were finished, and Josh had enough footage to edit, everyone moves upstairs, preparing to be done.

“We have one final scene, that’s not in the script, but it’s pretty simple,” he announces, the five of you falling onto the living room couch and chairs, waiting for his little speech.

“Jake, Sam, and Danny are going to knock on the front door to pick me up for the trip. (Y/N) is making a cameo as my character’s girlfriend, it’s a quick and short scene. All that’s needed is one of you to knock on the door a few times, say, “Come on Dylan!”, and I’ll open it. Then, after (Y/N) shuts the door, we walk off, then it fades to black.”

You keep your eyes in your lap, quite nervous for this, for some reason. Jake, however, was fuming. He knew exactly what Josh was doing, he was trying to take your focus away from Jake, and Jake hated that he was using his film as a way to pretend that you were his girlfriend. 

Though deep down, Jake feared that it was going to somehow change your mind or feelings.

It always happens.

The five of them file outside, Jake trying to keep his emotions hidden, but his suddenly sour mood wasn’t one to miss.

You pace in the living room, scared out of your mind that you were going to mess up literally one line and have to keep everyone when they just wanted to relax for the day. Also, your mind was fixated on the kiss and how that would go. But Josh, stepping inside ready to do a take, sees you freaking out and reassures you.

“Hey, everything will be fine,” he holds your arms to steady you before bringing you in for a hug. His hands softly rub your back and for a moment it calms you. You melt into his touch and take a few deep breaths. “You honestly don’t have to say anything, you know?"

“I don’t?’

“No. I can say something instead, like “I’ll miss you” or “I’ll be back soon”. How does that sound?” Pulling away to look into his eyes, you nod in agreement.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous for this,” you whisper. “It’s just a small line and a quick kiss.” Josh’s expression falls and concern takes over.

“Hey, are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to include the kiss if you don’t want to, I just-”

“No, no. It’s okay. I like the idea and I think it’s a nice little way to be included in my own film, it’s just that…I haven’t kissed anyone in a little while, let alone on camera before. I’m not exactly sure why I’m flipping out over it, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. Just tell me what you want to do and feel comfortable doing, okay?” Nodding to his words, you take a few deep breaths, trying to shake off the last bit of nerves. 

He finally lets you go upon seeing that you’re doing better, but he doesn’t give the guys the all clear notice just yet.

“You okay?” He confirms.

“Yeah. Sorry, just…never been in this position before but, let’s do it."

“And the kiss?” 

“Why not?” You grin, but he waits.

“I need a clear yes or no, I don’t want you doing anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

“I want to do this, Josh.” You try to say it with all the confidence in your body, but deep down, you were unsure of your feelings for Josh. Then again, what’s one quick little kiss?

He now takes this time to opens the door and let the guys know they’re good to start rolling with the first take.

First take.

Meaning if you have to do multiple takes, you’d be kissing Josh multiple times. As attractive as you found him, you weren’t sure you’d be totally okay with doing this scene more than once.

You continue pacing until there’s a knock at the door, signaling that the others had started. Josh grabs the duffle bag and whips the door open. You try not to look at the camera, and focus on Josh instead.

“I’ll be back soon, honey,” he says so sweetly, you almost forget that you’re doing a scene. All you do is nod, smiling a bit.

“Okay. I’ll miss you.” You feel great about how that quick little moment turned out, but then Josh turns towards you, and your heart races. 

Josh grabs your cheeks and kisses you as softly as ever. Immediately, you are sent into a spiral. It was a quick little peck, but held so much emotion.

Suddenly, every thought you had about this scenario came rushing to your brain, weighing on your shoulders incredibly fast. Multiple takes of kissing Josh? You weren’t sure you could do that many more times and keep sane.

And then another man pops up into your mind. Jake. Your eyes dart right to him, and you can tell instantly, that he’s not happy with this decision.

All of your time spent together flooded back, the late night conversations that you two have had this entire week, and all of the days you’ve spent at the library, sneaking glances at him every now and then, learning about each other. And then, just like Jake, your mood changes.

At this point, Jake’s face had turned red with anger, embarrassment, and sadness. But he attempts to continue on, following Danny and his brothers out of frame from the camera.

You shut the door like you are supposed to, but you quickly gather your things and try to make a quick exit as soon as they come back from filming; you didn’t want to talk to or see anyone anymore. The moment Josh walks through the door, you dart out, not saying a single word to any of them. Though you do notice that Jake was nowhere to be seen.

SAM’S POV:

As soon as Warren yelled cut, Jake ran off around the side of the house. Josh watched him as he went, seeming to know what was going on, but Danny and I look to each other.

“Was the kiss in the script?” I whisper. He shrugs and glances over at Josh as well.

“She seemed to be just as surprised by it so maybe Josh took it a step too far,” he whispers back. 

As Josh goes to walk inside, the door flings open and (Y/N) darts out, all of her things in her hands, and hops into her car to leave.

“I guess that explains my question,” I say. Warren heads inside to pack everything up and Josh goes around to the backyard to where Jake went. Both Danny and I follow, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

“You do this all the fucking time, Josh!” Jake screams, shoving Josh back, causing him to stumble a little before catching his footing. “You always take the girls I like from me, even when I meet them first! You knew about my crush on (Y/N) so what do you do? You get her to kiss you right in front of me, knowing I can’t do shit!”

Tears were falling down Jake’s face at this point, and I felt for my older brother right now. He looked truly broken, and as much as he was trying to keep the facade up, it was breaking with every minute.

“Don’t you think that maybe I like her too? Or maybe that she likes me?! We’ve spent quite a lot of time together working on this damn script, it would’ve been impossible not to fall for someone like her! And she agreed to that kiss, so I’m not entirely sure why the fuck she ran out.” Josh yells back.

Danny and I immediately look at one another.

“Twin problems,” he says under his breath. Thankfully, we were some ways away from them, so they didn’t really hear; and it’s not like they would’ve heard anyway, they were too caught up in the fight.

“You couldn’t have just let me have one girl! This girl! She is so fucking special to me and you seriously couldn’t just let me take her out and see where things go?! You couldn’t let me have one fucking crush without trying to get her attention and trying to get her to like you instead?!” 

Before Josh can reply, Jake lunges at Josh, and usually, when this happens, it’s time for the two of us to step in. Danny grabs Josh and I attempt to pull Jake away, but he just shoves me off and storms inside.

“You guys are really going to fight over a girl?” I wonder, throwing my hands up in the air. Josh shakes his head and huffs dramatically

“She’s not just any girl,” he grumbles, “I really have fallen for her too and he’s making it out to be like she’s his and off limits because he met her first at his work.” He also retreats back inside after he finishes his thought.

“Dude, this is so fucked up,” Danny sighs, rubbing his face. 

“Just gotta let them work it out,” I tell him. “This happens all the time.”

JAKE’S POV:

Laying in bed never felt so nice yet so terrible. I was finally alone, showered from the horrid day, but I was alone with my thoughts. I tried watching a movie, that didn’t help. I tried scrolling through different social media, that didn’t help.

I click on my messages, my thumb hovering over (Y/N) and I’s chat. I wanted to text her and check in so bad, but today’s events kept replaying in my head. Was Josh telling the truth, that she agreed to the kiss? Or worse, was she the one to suggest it?

I debate back and forth for the longest time on whether or not I should text her, or if she was up for speaking to me, or anyone. Tears were silently rolling down my face by the time I come back to reality. 

I wipe them away then wipe my hand on my comforter, locking my phone and throwing it down. I sigh loudly and close my eyes, the tears becoming much more constant, to the point where wiping them away was a loss because just a second later, another set was streaming down my face.

I try to fall asleep, but my mind is far too active. I roll over onto my side, wanting to focus on the positives from today. The time that I got to spend with (Y/N), how she noticed my shirt first of anything, and how she even agreed to having a movie night with me.

Those thoughts alone were enough to send me into a deep sleep, hoping the coming days would be better.

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[ejzah]

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 18

***

“Hey, I’m bringing bagels and coffee. Any requests?” Kensi texted Deeks Saturday morning. She’d stopped off at a bakery on the way to his house.

Last week, he’d surprised her with donuts, so it only seemed fair. Plus, she figured he could use a break from cooking. Deeks didn’t respond by the time she reached the register, so she ordered three of her favorites—a triple cheese bagel toasted with cream cheese—, her usual iced coffee, and one of the lattes Deeks favored, and an apple juice for Caleb.

She was a little surprised that he didn’t answer since he was usually up early with Caleb. Maybe he’d slept in for once though. Kensi smiled at the thought of a drowsy, sleep-mussed Deeks.

It was just after 10 when she knocked on the front door, and it was a minute or two longer before it sung open. “Hey, lazy bones, did you—?” Kensi started to say, the joke she’d spent the whole ride over crafting dying on her lips as she realized a woman, not Deeks stood in front of her. “Um—”

“Oh, you must be Kensi,” the woman said before Kensi could form a coherent sentence. “I’m Roberta. Come on in.”

“Mrs. Deeks, I had no idea you’d be here,” Kensi apologized, taking a couple steps back. “I can come back another time.”

“Nonsense! Marty’ll be ready in a minute.” Holding her arm wide, Roberta waited for Kensi to hesitantly step inside, then continued father into the house, talking a minute a mile. “If I’d known you were coming, I would have whipped up something special for breakfast, but it looks like you got that covered.”

“Oh, it’s just bagels, no big deal.” Kensi gestured lamely with the drinks carrier and paper bag.

“Let me tell you, food is the way to most men’s hearts.”

“Actually, Deeks is usually the one who cooks,” Kensi found herself saying, and instantly regretted. She internally winced, and wished that she’d had some forewarning before this meeting.

Roberta turned, settling her hands on her hips, and narrowed her eyes at Kensi. Then to Kensi’s complete surprise, she smiled. “I like you,” she decided. “Deeks needs an honest woman. Who cares who does the cooking.”

“Ok.” Kensi smiled back a little uncertainly.

“Hey mom, Caleb wants you to help him pick out some pajamas,” Deeks said from somewhere down the hallway, appearing in the living room in sweat pants and a faded t-shirt a few seconds later. His expression from confused to pleased as he noticed Kensi awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “Kensi. I didn’t know you were coming today.”

“I texted you,” Kensi explained. “Though I’d bring over some breakfast.”

“God, I’m sorry. It’s been a crazy morning.” He rolled his eyes in the direction of his mom, who made a huffing sound.

“I’ll give you two a minute. I can tell when I’m not wanted.” She gave them both a pointed look. “I’ll help Caleb finish packing.”

Deeks waited until she was out of sigh to let his head fall back. “Oh my god,” he sighed. When he straightened up again, he added. “I am so sorry about that. I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”

“That’s ok.” She glanced around the room, which didn’t hold any clear signs of an impending trip. “Are you guys going somewhere?”

“Food first. Then I’ll explain. “ Deeks rested his hand on her lower back, ushering her into the kitchen. While he grabbed plates, Kensi pulled out three bagels which were still slightly warm and crunchy on top.

“And that is a beautiful sight. Bless you, Kensi Blye,” he said, accepting the bagel with a sigh of happiness. He took a generous bite, shoulders relaxing for the first time since she saw him.

“Ok, so why is Caleb packing?” Kensi prompted.

“Every so often, mama takes him for a couple days. They go to all his favorite places, watch movies together. Usually, we plan it a little more, but since my mom is wonderfully unpredictable and chaotic, she decided to surprise us. Which is why I couldn’t warn you.”

“And you’re ok with her just dropping in like that?” Kensi asked with some surprise. She’d seen how protective he was of Caleb.

“A couple years ago, my answer would be “absolutely not”, but I’ve seen how much she cares about him. She’d never actually pull any crazy stunts with Caleb because she loves him too much. Sure, he might get significantly more ice cream for dinner than I would prefer, but mom holds in her more…eccentric qualities when she’s taking care of him.”

Kensi nibbled at the top of her bagel, putting together the mismatched pieces that Deeks have provided. It painted a very interesting picture of his mother.

“She seems to know a lot about me.”

“I may have mentioned you a time or two,” Deeks admitted reluctantly, dipping his head to conceal the blush highlighting his cheekbones.

“Don’t believe him,” Roberta disagreed, sweeping back into the kitchen. “I haven’t heard this boy gush so much since the time he got to meet one of his surfing idols.” She squeezed his shoulders affectionately, blatantly ignoring his glare.

“Thanks so much mother. Don’t you have reservations to make or some national secrets to spill?”

“Oh, don’t be salty, Marty. This girl deserves to know that you think she’s amazing and gorgeous.”

Kensi pressed her lips together to conceal a grin as Roberta shamelessly ruffled his hair.

“Grandma!” Caleb called from the other room, and Roberta dashed back out to see to him.

“Amazing and gorgeous,” Kensi repeated, taking a healthy sip of her coffee. “Interesting.”

His entire face was flushed a light pink now. “Uh, I believe the exact words I used were fantastic and stunning,” he corrected.

“Ah, completely different,” she teased. Huffing a laugh, Deeks slid his hand across the table and threaded their fingers together. “I’m sorry,” he gestured across the room with his head. “I know she’s a lot to take in without warning.”

“Deeks, it’s fine.” Any discomfort she initially felt had been obliterated by Roberta Deeks’ complete lack of boundaries. “Though I do want to hear more about what makes me so stunning.”

“Dad, we’re leaving!” Caleb announced, running into the kitchen with Roberta trailing behind him.

“Woah, how much did you pack?” Deeks asked, examining Caleb’s backpack, which couldn’t quite contain several superhero figures and what looked like a stuffed rabbit or possibly a lamb. “You do know you’re going for like a day and a half, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to forget something important. Grandma’s house is like a 100 miles away.”

“Well, you can argue with logic like that.” Deeks kissed the top of his head and swung him up into a tight hug.” Have fun, kiddo. And listen to grandma.” Turning to Roberta he added, “Have fun and try not to end up in the news.”

“He thinks he’s a comedian,” Roberta said with an eye roll. While father an son finished talking, she added, “It was nice meeting you, Kensi. You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime.”

“Oh, sure. That’d be great.”

“Bye, dad!” Caleb said, kissing Deeks’ cheek and hopping to the ground. To Kensi’s surprise, he skipped over and gave her a hug. “Bye, Miss Blye. C’mon grandma, let’s go before they run out of pizza!”

Roberta let him drag her from the room, picking up an extra duffel bag as she went. “We’ll be back Sunday night.”

Deeks rested his chin on his palms and laughed softly. “So, now you see why we don’t live near each other. Definitely didn’t see my weekend going this way.”

“Well, you do have me, and bagels,” Kensi pointed out.

“True.” Deeks lifted his coffee in a silent cheers, then leaned forward, expression shifting in an instant to something more intimate. “Kensi, would you go out with me for our first completely solo and undisturbed dinner?” he asked.

“I would love to, Mr. Deeks.”

***

A/N: Probably the most unrealistic thing about this story is how much free time Kensi has as a teacher.

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[bisexual-thoughtss]

Richmond Avenal x Reader

This took me forever to write, and I’m still not sure I love it, but here you go! My fav lil goth 🖤

“Scurvy?! And you didn’t tell me!?” You hiss, grabbing Moss by his collar.

“He didn’t tell you either! I’m sorry, please let me go!!” Maurice whines. You groan as you storm out the door, leaving a rumpled Moss in your wake.

After a quick stop at the supermarket, you were at Richmond’s flat, knocking furiously on the door. The door swings open, your fist still in midair. All the anger you’d been feeling left your body as soon as you saw how miserable Richmond looked.

“I knew your eating habits were a bit shit, but scurvy? Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, pulling the fuzzy blanket he was wearing tighter around his shoulders.

“Didn’t want you to worry,” he sighs, letting you come in and shut the door behind you.

“Well I am worried! I care about you, of course I’m gonna care if you get better. Did you think you could just disappear from work and I wouldn’t notice?” You rambled as you flitted about, putting the soup you’d brought on the stove top to warm and searching through the cabinets.

“No one else would’ve,” he mumbles as you turn to give him the thermometer you’d found to take his temperature.

“Oh, Richmond,” you sigh, pulling him into a tight hug. He stiffens for a moment before relaxing into you, his blanket covered arms enveloping you like a pair of fluffy bat wings.

“Now c’mon, we’ve got to get you better,” you insist, handing him the thermometer. He puts it in his mouth, looking like a petulant child and making you giggle. You usher him towards the couch to sit while you gather up the rest of your supplies you’d brought. You hand him painkillers and two vitamin c tablets with a glass of orange juice in exchange for the thermometer. Your nose wrinkles at the number that’s displayed before you set it down.

“You gotta take off the blanket, you’re too hot,” you tell him, trying to gently pry it away from him. You have a brief tug of war before a particularly sharp tug has you tumbling into his lap.

“Oh sorry,” the sly smile tells you he’s not really sorry at all. You huff as you get up and yank the blanket away from him before handing him the warm bowl of vegetable soup.

“M’cold,” he whines, pouting at you as a shiver wracks his frame.

“You’ve got a fever, I’m sorry. The soup will make you feel better,” you encourage, smiling as he finally sips at it. You flip on the telly as he eats, flipping through channels absentmindedly until he sets the bowl down. “Still cold,” he shivers, looking so pitiful you couldn’t be mad anymore.

“C’mere,” you hold your arms open for him, smiling as he scoots into the space between you and the couch, resting his head on your chest.

“Why don’t you get some rest,” you murmur, carding your fingers through his hair gently as he snuggles closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist. If he was a cat, you suspect he would be purring right now. You continue scratching his scalp lightly until he’s fallen asleep.

“Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t notice you were gone, obviously you haven’t noticed that I’m in love with you, you muppet,” you whisper, curling the ends of his hair between your fingers.

“Really?” His head shoots up, making you gasp.

“I thought you were asleep,” you mumble, your heart pounding from the scare. His eyes search your face for a moment before he swoops in to kiss you. His hand cradles the nape of your neck gently as you melt into the kiss.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughs as you pull apart. You kiss him again, eventually having to separate as you’re both smiling too much to properly keep going.

“You really do need to get some rest,” you giggle as he tries to continue, making him whine.

“Alright,” he huffs, laying back down on you.

“I really do love you,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his still too warm forehead.

“I love you, too,” he answers, snuggling deeper into your chest, making you laugh.

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[vamppanda]

Mina Ashido x Black Reader

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: NSFW.

Requested by: LunaKnightly on Wattpad.

I am so sorry for what you about to read.

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Spring morning is always for sleeping or spring cleaning, but for you was rusting to make your nest. You have been working on your nest day and night, you have been asking Mina ( Your Mate) to scent some stuff that you want to put in your nest. After she scent them, you kiss her on the cheek as a thank you and walk off to your nest humming.

Mina was downstairs doing some yoga in the living room. You would come and go , asking her to scent this and that, She was confuse at first, But she soon realize it was close to your heat. When she was done, she went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. She noticed that it was quite. She have not seen you in come asking to scent something.

So she sniff air the air making sure you are ok, but she smell something different.

' Someone just started there heat a little early.' She thought as she walk upstairs to check on you.

When got to the door, that you pick as your nest, which it was the hallway closet. It's was big enough for two people to move around and lay down.

Mina knock on the door, when she hear a small come in. She was just here to check on you, but she soon regret it. She got slap in the face by your scent of coco butter. She look at you though open door. You was laying down on the nest sweating and breath heavily. You was wearing Mina sweater with no panties on. You cover on your ankles.

You a sniff of your mate, You look up to her and made grabbing hands at her. She walk in and chose the door, and she lay down on your, and put you in her arms. You help her take her yoga pant off. She rubbing your hip a little.

'' I see you are done with your nest.' Mina said as she bring her hand down a little.

'' Yeah, It was easy, since it was a small space.'' You said as Mina is turning you on by her hand.

'' Well I am glad, You know I was thinking we should go to that hero thing that they ar having, after your heat done.''

'' Well that good idea, I was planning on going to that to show off my dress I bought,''

Mina laugh.

'' Why are you laughing at?''

'' That one you bought my money.''

'' ah,, I told you it was a accident.''

'' And I said it was okay.''

'' And plus you are just going to takes pictures and that the high heels is killing your feet.''

You hit her on the shoulder.

'' ouch, but it turn.''

You guys talk about different stuff all day, right when the sun got low in the sky and you guys are sleep.

A couple of hours later, Mina woke up to you licking her neck and rubbing your pussy on her leg. The closet was full of your scent. It was making Mina go crazy, but she had to hold back to not to hurt you. She was using her scent to calm you down, but it was not working.

'It's look like her heat fully come. I need to see if her meds work. ' Mina thought.

Before she can get and leave the closet. She felt a hand on her chest. You push her back on the on the nest and you rub your hand down to her panties.

'' Your to late MMMMMIIIIINNNNAAA.''

The you said her name made her wet. You lean down and kiss her. Mina put her hand on the back of your head deepen the kiss. You take her panties off. When both of yall oxygen was low, you guys stop kissing.

She flip you guys over, so she was on top. She toke off her sweater that was on you. She lick your neck down to your tummy.

When she got there, kiss your tummy and spread your legs.

" Was my little Alien this wet for me." Mina said as she run a finger down your slip to collect your juices. She lick her finger clean.

" Yummy, you taste soo sweet. I can't wait to put a baby in you, but first let me prepare you first." Mina said as she slowly slip her finger in you.

You took a breath of surprise. Mina slowly move her finger in and out. You move your hips to make her go faster and she went faster as she put a other finger in you. She felt your wall getting tighter. She know you was getting closer, so she added an other finger in you.

She went humanity fast. She then start licking your clip. Just as you was about to orgasms, she put her fingers out.

You got she did. You saw her lifting up her head and grabbed the pink dildo that you keep in just in case she was not available during that heat.

"I am not got to put this in you while I am going to put mine in...ok" she said as she got the dildo nice and wet.

When she got it wet enough, she slowly inserted the dildo in your wet begging pussy. When she got it in all of the way in, she let you take a break to relax.

When you felt ready for her, you nod. She nod and rub lube on her dick.

"This is going to hurt a little bit... ok sweetie, so tell when you want me to stop."

That went she slowly put it in. Once she had it all the way in, she did not move at all in till you was ready. You pat her to tell you was ready.

Mina was start to move slowly. You let out a small moan, when you felt her thrust into her. You grab the dildo and turn it on and thrust it into you.

That when she hit your g-shot, you moan loudly as your teos curls and your grab on to something. Mina grab your hand that had the pink dildo in it and push it out of you.

She then grab your legs and put over her shoulder to get the best angle to abuse your stop.

She start thrust faster, going in and out like a wild animal. After a few minutes of you moaning and her abuseing your womb, your walls quench around her dick. You sceaming and calling her name, and telling her to go faster and deeper.

Her movement was getting slopes, she change though fucking you. You felt you was almost close and she felt it to.

You put one leg around her to make sure she does pull out.

She laughed. " Do you really think that I was going to pull out. I already said I want a baby with you." She said as put you both in the breeding preposition and with that when you orgasms like no to tomorrow.

A few seconds later, she knowing you as she cum. Mina lay on you and you both caught your breaths.

"This was fun." You said out of breath, laughing a little.

" yep...but I want to do it again." She said as she move her hip a little bit.

Your eyes wide, " Again, But is one round enough.."

" aww babe, no matter how many times we do it, you still don't let do you." She grab both of your wirst and pin above your head. " If we want to make, we have pups, when need to do it intill the sun come up and you full of my cum. Got it, so babe let's go in to round."

She laughed as she start suck on your neck .

"I can't wait to see you full of pups."

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[adequatealias]

Arendelle Adventures Chapter 8 - The Fitting

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35770243/chapters/89198380

Series Summary: The adventures and mishaps of the princesses of Arendelle: Elsa and Anna. one-shots. Chapter Summary: Anna has a dress fitting before Elsa's coronation.

"Princess Anna, please, stand still."

It was early spring, just a few weeks after the princess's eighteenth birthday, and she was being fitted for her coronation dress. Well, not her coronation of course, but her sister's. Anna had been disappointed when Elsa delayed the coronation; originally it was supposed to occur on her twenty-first birthday that previous November. Anna wasn't sure why Elsa had delayed the coronation, but then again, she didn't know why Elsa did a lot of things, so she let it go.

A seamstress had come up to the castle earlier that day, and Anna was having her measurements taken for the coronation dress. Personally, she loved the attention, but Princess Anna wasn't giving much out in return. She kept trying to lean off the pedestal to look at the fabric samples, on to reach out and grab a sandwich off the tray that a maid had brought up earlier. Which was what she was doing when the seamstress caught her again.

"Princess Anna," The women's voice broke into Anna's distracted mind once more, a slightly annoyed look on her wrinkling face.

Anna looked at the seamstress, the sandwich she had plucked still in her grasp, and blushed. "Um . . . yes, my apologies." Anna tried to sound regal or royal or whatever, and straightened her spine. Her cheeks were still flaming, and she probably looked ridiculous with the sandwich still in her hands. She couldn't help feeling embarrassed about being caught.

The juice from the pickles in Anna's sandwich dripped onto her skirt, and Anna silently noted that she either has to walk around smelling like pickles the rest of the day or change her clothes.

The seamstress shook her head at the girl, and picked up her measuring tape. She held on end up to Anna's waist, and unravelled the rest. She grabbed the end once again at the princess's ankle, kneeled so she could more clearly see the number and leaned forward, as she still could not see the tiny number.

The princess let out a single, small laugh, which she covered with one hand. She squirmed and was trying desperately to suppress a smile. "Princess, please, do stay still." The servant chiselled again. Anna tried to straighten her spine again and regain her composer, but lost it almost as soon as she was able to gain it back. She giggled. One of her downfalls was that Anna was very, very ticklish. Especially her stomach, where one of the seamstress's hands were.

Anna regretfully noticed that she was still holding her sandwich, not a single bite taken out of it. She knew that if she tried to lean over to return it, the seamstress would just try to steady her, which would tickle even more. Curse my stupid ticklish-ness! Anna thought, glancing at the seamstress.

The seamstress shifted her hands, trying to tense the measuring tape, but brushed over Anna's stomach again. The princess couldn't help it, and let out a loud bark of laughter. She brought both her hands up to cover it, but accidently let go of her sandwich in the process. Just as the seamstress looked up to see what had been so funny, the sandwich hit her head, staining her bonnet with the juice from the pickles.

Anna gasped, her hands hovering over her mouth, before finally she reached out to help the women. "I . . . I am so sorry . . . oh, um," She looked around desperately, her cheeks flaming again. "You were tickling me . . . I really couldn't help it . . . uh . . . yeah . . . I'm so- oh! Here, here use this."

Anna passed the women, whom was gagging and trying to pick the mess of a sandwich off of herself, a towel she found near her bed. The women took it without saying anything and pressed it to her face, wiping back until her bonnet was removed from her head. She continued this process a few times, all while Anna nervously brushed the few platinum strands she had.

"Again, I am- I mean- . . . I apologize, I'm ticklish and-"

The women waved her away and stood up, brushing all of the food off of herself. "I have all your measurements now," She grabbed her ruined bonnet from the floor, and the sheet of paper which she had written all of Anna's measurements on. "I hope you will decide on the fabric and design by tomorrow." She nodded the the fabric samples and design sketches. "If you would excuse me, I'd like to clean myself up."

Then, she strode to the door, looking only at the mess left behind her when she had pulled the large door open. "I'll send for the maid."

Anna had been so embarrassed, that she didn't leave her room the rest of the day. She had complained to a painting by her door about not warning her that picking up the sandwich would be a bad idea, and carried out both sides of the argument that followed. She had hid her head under her blanket until it became difficult to breath, and changed her clothes (which really did stick of pickles). Anna cleaned up the mess she had made, and asked the maid that had been sent up to bring her dinner to her room.

Anna only opened her door again when she heard the seamstress's voice coming from the hallway. Of course, Anna was confused; she hadn't left anything in her room, so why would she be back up here?

"Yes, yes, all the designs were lovely." A familiar voice said. Elsa. Anna shot up from her bed, which she had formally been jumping on, and pulled her door open as silently as possible. She poked her head out, hardly more than a braid and an eye visible to anyone walking down the hall, but enough for Anna to see.

It was Elsa, and the seamstress. "Are you sure you don't want me to do your measurements, your Majesty?" The women said, taking a sheet of paper from Elsa's outstretched, gloved hands. Anna didn't notice Elsa wince slightly at the close contact.

"No, I managed on my own quite fine, thank you for offering." Elsa curtsied politely, before disappearing back into her room. So that sheet of paper must have been her measurements, Anna realized. Well, at least I'm not the only one she shuts out.

Anna slid back into her room before the seamstress could see her, closing her door firmly shut once she was inside. She didn't understand why she felt the need to be so secretive, but she decided it was a good idea.

She turned towards the fabric samples and became flipping through them.