#anyways I am kissing her forehead I am holding her waist I am stroking her hair

[sexynetra]

Mirage is so stupid pretty I can’t even stand it

#Also #I know in my heart of hearts that she’s gonna go out before top 10 #like sorry girl no you aren’t lasting #I can tell from the promo #but feel free to prove me wrong I’d love it if you did 😉 #anyways I am kissing her forehead I am holding her waist I am stroking her hair #I’ve had a crush on her for a year #her being annoying won’t stop me #drag race #rpdr #rupaul’s drag race #drag race 16 #rpdr 16 #RuPaul’s drag race 16 #mirage amuro

[skipper1331]

Walked in // Esme Morgan

"Good night, girls!" Esmes mother said as she walked down the hall to the guest room.

"Good night, mom" - "Good night" you both replied. Your head was resting on Esmes shoulder, exhausted from the day. The two of you and her parents were out all day, walking down every street in town. Even though you played football professional - you could run the whole 90 minutes up and down the field and still would have energy left but this, this was different.

"Finally" Esme whispered in your ear as she pulled your body closer to hers. "I missed you" half of her body on top of you while the other half was on the couch. "We spent the whole day together?" you giggled. Heart eyes looking at you - a love sick smile "i know" her voice was dreamy, all she could think about was you - how pretty you looked despite being tired "but I didn‘t get a kiss all day long"

"We should change that, shouldn‘t we?" you asked as your fingers traced along her jawline. "We should" Softly, you took her chin between your thumb and index finger, pulling her close. It started with innocent kisses. Eyes shut, foreheads resting against each other, a hand holding your waist while the other one was propping her up so she could hover over you. "I love you" she mumbled against your lips, chasing after another kiss. All you could feel were her lips on yours, how your body was on fire, how everything around you disappeared. With every second that passed your kiss got more intense. Esmes hand found her way under your shirt, just feeling your skin made her go crazy. With her tongue slipping into your mouth you couldn‘t oppress the gasp that left in return. You got lost in each other - which wasn‘t a great thing. Because suddenly there was a loud shriek. Esmes head shot up, yours shortly after only to see her mom standing in the living room "Mom! I- I thought you went to bed" oh god how could this happen?! You‘ve never felt so embarassed before. "I forget my glasses" your head sunk in to the couch cushion. "Umm! I don‘t need them anyways. Good night!" Within seconds her mom rushed back to the guest room. Your hands were covering your face. "My love? Are you alright?"

"How am I suppossed to look at your mom ever again?"

"Love, it‘s okay-"

"Okay?!" you whisper yelled. "How is this okay? She literally saw us making out!" The blondes hand pulled yours away from your face, one finger stroking your cheek. "I love you"

"Esme.."

"Let‘s go to bed. You‘re tired" with an ease she picked you up and carried you to the shared bedroom.

Your head was resting on your girlfriends chest while her fingers scratched your back "This is so embarassing" you murmured. "It happened, love, we can‘t change it. Go to sleep." she kissed your head as she turned off the lights.

Into the dark you whispered, "I love you too" while drifting off to sleep, hoping the night would last long.

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#esme morgan #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #man city women #esme morgan x reader #lionesses x reader #lionesses #engwnt #engwnt x reader

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Pull Of You - Part 1

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Soulmates - Feeling the pull between each other indicates a bond. A kiss confirms it.

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's t-shirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.

Chapter Summary: You hate it when people make you get your head out your ass and realise what's right in front of you. Especially when it's involving a certain two super soldiers.

You're antsy on the way home. That's what Clint calls it anyway. He's eyeing you as you flip a knife between your fingers and it doesn't take him long to notice it's Bucky's knife. One given to him during his time in Wakanda. He's pulled away as Nat, his own soulmate calls him to the back of the jet, a worried look on her face. He goes to speak but Nat puts her fingers to her lips and signs instead.

"Did she say anything?"

Nat and Clint had dropped you in France to assist French intelligence with a high level threat that involved Chitauri weapons being smuggled through the Paris tunnels. The S.H.I.E.L.D agents had clashed with the French authorities so Hill had asked you to step in, smooth things over and take the lead. Nat and Clint had picked you back up as they passed by from their own mission in Spain. You'd been your usual self when they'd left you but you were definitely not yourself when they picked you back up.

Clint shook his head in response to her question, he paused for a moment and signed back.

"Maybe something happened."

"I already checked the first reports coming in and her body cam, I'm not seeing any issues, apart from Agent 17 being an asshole."

"Well, that's nothing she can't handle."

"Is it me? Am I being too overprotective? Is she still mad at me?"

"No, my love." he signed back, "maybe she's thought about what you said."

Nat lowered her eyes, still disappointed in herself at how she'd lost her cool when you'd try to avoid the conversation about Steve and Bucky, and speaking to them about your feelings a week earlier. She'd slipped into bed with you in the early hours of the morning following your heated conversation an apology on her lips.

A muffled "Fuck off Romanoff" had come from the lips buried in your hair. Bucky. You couldn't look her in the eye as he pulled you back towards his chest, his metal arm around your waist. You didn't look up until his soft snores were heard, expecting her usual smug expression, but you were met with a sympathetic one and the lump in your throat that you'd been fighting since that morning was back and tears ran down your face. She stroked your cheek and kissed your forehead, holding you as much as she good without disturbing Bucky. It took a while for you to stop and when you did she realised it was because you'd cried yourself to sleep.

Your door opening brought another guest and she'd half expected one or both of her soulmates to peek round the door, but it wasn't Bruce or Clint. It was in fact a 6ft 6" blonde super soldier. Well he definitely wasn't one of hers. She couldn't hold it in this time and smirked as she slipped from the bed.

"Don't say it." Steve whispered.

"I don't know what you mean Rogers, I wasn't going to say a damn thing."

"Liar."

"It was Castle wasn't it, he got under your skin."

"Goodnight you damn know it all."

Nat quietly left the room as Steve took the vacant spot in your bed.

Back on the jet Nat and Clint watched as you huffed and placed the knife back into the sheath built into your suit. You pulled out a tablet from the charge point on the wall of the jet and started to type furiously.

Maybe something had happened on the mission.

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@imdoingbetternow

#steve rogers x reader #avengers au #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #steve x reader x bucky #soulmate au #avengers soulmate au #steve rogers x reader x bucky

[rassvetsky]

Bittersweet

bucky barnes x fem!reader

"When it's just you, Bucky & Alpine in the Barnes residence; time seems to stop, only allowing for heartfelt confessions and kisses to be exchanged."

[2k] | teeth rotting fluff, domestic couple, alpine being the princess she is, emotional conversations & kisses. somewhere in between comics!bucky & mcu!bucky but only conceptually, no spoilers. might do more parts on this little universe because it's so cute

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

When it's just you, Bucky & Alpine in the Barnes residence; time seems to stop.

The car horns blaring through the city drown out in the warmth your shared bed carries; your body tucked close to Bucky's as he hugged you from behind, watching the way Alpine's soft purrs got quieter and quieter until she eventually fell asleep, whiskers pushed back with each stroke of the back of your fingers against her fluffy cheek.

The early morning sun fell on both his arm and the cat's white fur, as the metal fingers moved forward a bit on top of your waist to brush through her soft coat over your palm, before finally giving in to his original intent and getting a hold of your hand instead. He was half-naked behind you, barely had the energy to change out of his suit after returning from his mission because he could swear that seeing both of his favourite girls sprawled across the bed knocked the breath right out of his chest.

"I took her to the vet yesterday," you whispered, careful as to not wake Alpine up. "Did some parasitary stuff, it was time for those, apparently. I also wanted her to get the combination vaccine since she was supposed to get it a few weeks ago, but they ran out."

Bucky hummed as a response, urging you to continue.

"Picked up some treats for her too, and some toys. She met a puppy at the waiting room, they got along great except for the part where she just- slapped the living shit out of him for trying to sniff her butt."

Bucky's laugh startled the cat and you sent him a glare, causing him to whisper out an apology and return to caressing her fur. "She's just like you, it's uncanny." he chuckled, making you sigh and curl yourself closer to him. "Lovely and all but still badass."

"Why thank you, Mr. Barnes," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm merely doing my job, raising our love-child."

He chuckled again, slowly pushing himself further up to his elbow just so he could reach in and press his lips against the side of your lips. You couldn't help the way they tugged upwards with a smile. "You should go back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up so early."

You shook your head to both sides almost immediately after. "No, no need. I missed you anyway."

"Really? Seems like you'd rather watch Alpine sleep than give me a proper hug."

"Oh, shut up," you giggled, slowly turning on your spot to face him. He was hovering over you slightly, still leaning on his elbow to watch both of you. "I just got overwhelmed for a second when you came back. I get emotional as shit waiting for you, Buck."

His features softened at that, before he reached in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry." he whispered, free arm going up to caress your cheek instead, this time. "But how am I supposed to know? You bully me through it all the time."

"It's a coping mechanism!" you whisper-yelled, rolling your eyes carefully when he started laughing. "Laugh all you want, Barnes."

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized again, gentle eyes flickering through every single centimeter of your face, almost as if he wanted to memorize all of you. "I missed you too, sweetheart. Miss you so bad wherever I go."

Your hands mimicked his when you brought them up to cup his face, feeling his stubble under your fingertips as you traced the outline of his lips with your fingers. "I love you so much that it hurts, Bucky."

"I know the feeling." his sheepish grin was replaced by a bittersweet one. "Whenever I look at you, I- I just think, how did I get so lucky? How did I end up with this… Absolutely perfect person, how did I get to hold her each night?"

"You're one lucky bastard, that's why." you chuckled to yourself, earning a heartfelt snicker from him. "I feel the same way. Whenever you walk out of that door, I worry myself to death. I swear, I walk around with a knot in my stomach for days until you return because- I genuinely have no idea what I would do without you. My heart, my mind, my soul- it's all just so full of you."

Bucky knew that he was loved. Oh boy, he was loved well, he was loved to death. He could feel his eyes dampening a little, salty tears stinging his eyes as he reached for you again, covering your face with butterfly kisses, leaving no spot unkissed. He shamelessly dropped his weight on top of you afterwards, smothering you with himself and his love, as he buried his head on your neck.

There was no way that you could ever complain.

"I taught Alpine how to sit on command, by the way."

His laugh didn't help the way a single tear escaped your eyes, but you didn't mind crying out of love. "Stop training my girl, she's an independent feline."

"She's an independent and greedy feline. Would do anything for a treat, I bet I could teach her how to do those dog-show tricks with enough food involved."

"Show me when I wake up, m'kay?" he asked, voice laced with exhaustion finally breaking through. "And- teach her how to give paw. Without claws."

"I tried. My hand still looks like it went through the garbage disposal."

Bucky woke up a few hours later than you, to an empty bed. Heavy patter of sock-clad feet resonated through the small apartment as he made his way over to the kitchen, pulling an appreciative hum out of you when he wrapped his arms around the back of your busy figure. You were already done with the dishes when he came, thankfully, knowing very well that no matter how exhausted he was, he'd take the task from you.

You leaned back on him, basking on his warmth while he watched you wash off the remaining soap from your hands, patting them on the nearest towel. "Morning, sunshine." you chuckled, slowly turning around in his hold to smile up at him. "Slept well?"

"Yeah, except for the part where you abandoned me." a playful pout was on his lips as he spoke, pulling you closer as if you'd vanish from his hold if he didn't feel you tighter against him. "It was traumatizing, you see."

"Oh quit being so dramatic," you rolled your eyes playfully before attempting to push him off of you. He didn't budge, though, instead leaning close with his lips dangerously close to yours. "I was gonna bring you some fruit."

"That can wait," he shrugged, reaching in for a temptative peck. He leaned in even closer when you didn't complain, lips brushing against yours to invite you in. You gave in embarrassingly fast, lips molding to his in a gentle kiss as you held onto the counter behind you, his warm hands cupping your cheeks to guide you through it.

Bucky has always been a gentle lover, and it specifically showed in the way he held you, no matter how desperate he was to have your lips trapped between his. He was slow- giving you chances here and there to catch your breath as his own lips traveled a bit south, leaving soft kisses at their wake as they toured your neck. You could feel his smile against you, that lazy and appreciative smile of his which you loved so much, always attempting to pull that out of him.

The breaking factor of your kiss was the way Alpine meowed to get your attention, alerting you of her feeding time with rather unpleasantly loud sounds. "Oh wow," Bucky pulled away a little with a laugh, lips wet with a mixture of both your salivas- he didn't care much. "Seriously, baby girl? Couldn't see that we're busy over here?"

"She's traumatized enough," you reached in for one last kiss, the short peck clearly not enough for Bucky as he tried to follow your lips. You pushed him away with a playful laugh before walking towards Alpine's food bowl, her slim white figure swaying happily by your side. "Sorry, baby. Blame your daddy, not me." you hummed, pulling out her bag of food and ignoring the way Bucky teased you right back, focusing on filling her bowl instead.

You pushed yourself up to your feet with a grunt when Alpine got occupied with her food, noticing the way Bucky seemed to melt into the comfort of the couch. "You're still all stiff, aren't you?" you cooed, earning a slight nod from him. "I'll run us a bath."

Warm water did wonders to muscles, sore from your office job, and in Bucky's case, from days worth of constant anxiety upon willingly facing risks. Your chest against his back, the two of you eased in the silence, as you trailed kisses through both of his arms. He reached his metal arm out when you held onto it, admiring the way your soft flesh contrasted with the dark vibranium before intertwining your fingers.

"I don't remember a lot about my mom," he whispered softly, a sigh following right after. "It's mostly just my father. He passed away when I was in my early twenties, a few years before I was deployed." you gave his flesh hand a slight squeeze, knowing that he didn't like to talk about the past that much.

"Yet, sometimes I find myself wishing that you could've met him. He wasn't- well, he was a bit strict at times but he always told me to never let go of a woman who loves me, and to hold her to death if that's where it all goes." he chuckled, as you smiled a bit, watching the water moving along with him. "He'd scold me for not taking these things seriously but now I know what he meant. I hope he got to feel the same way that I do now, when he was with my mother."

"He'd be incredibly proud of you, Bucky." you held his arm closer against your chest, rubbing it soothingly. "For the man you've become. A good man."

"I like to imagine that." yet another sigh escaped him. "After I got back to my senses, out of HYDRA, I felt so… Lost. No family or friends, not even an acquaintance except for Steve and- you know, he had his own stuff to do. Captain America and his responsibilities, all that. I wanted to hold onto him so tight but at the same time, I felt guilty that I'd be holding a hero back. It didn't feel safe, comfortable or even just decent with anyone else- until, well, fate brought you to me."

You closed your eyes, heart feeling warmer than ever at his confessions.

"Steve realized that I fell for you long before I did. I knew that- I could see it in him, obviously, he's been my best friend for over eighty years- and I felt like the way he trusted you with me, it could only mean that I could be able to do the same. Know that I'm free of judgment when I'm by your side." he pulled you closer for a moment, just to lay a gentle kiss on your damp hair. "I felt like a dead man for all those years, until you held my hand for the first time. I felt like I was electroshocked or something." you laughed at that, patting his arm.

"You make me feel so alive, too, did you know that?" you spoke up, tracing his fingers with the tips of yours. "You make me feel human. Completely, utterly. Because with every flaw that I have, I know that I also have you to love them. To make me accept them."

"We're not meant to be flawless," he added on to your point. "But sweetheart, you're perfect with your flaws. And you make me feel perfect with mine."

Although the water wasn't as warm as before, you still basked in his embrace comfortably,

#bucky barnes x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes oneshot #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier fic #winter soldier oneshot

[dingusninetrillion]

(an: I found this in my drafts and I thought I would share)

Fatou is the first one to leave Berlin.

Kieu My stands in front of the duplex. Ilai is in the backseat with his nose buried in a book, Fatou’s mom is in the passenger's seat, and her dad is seated in the driver’s seat switching between fiddling with the radio and rechecking their route, making sure they have everything.

The car is just waiting for Fatou, so they can begin the long drive to Vienna. 

But until then, she is occupied. Her arms around Kieu My’s neck, face resting in the crook of her neck. Kieu My’s arms are snug around the small curve of Fatou’s back, a perfect fit, her hand straying from its grip and stroking at her side in an attempt to soothe the nervous shaking that has seemed to have overtaken Fatou’s body.

“Everything will be okay,” Kieu My whispers, chin on top of Fatou’s head, leaning down to brush her lips against her temple, and then pressing a kiss there, “We will still talk, still text, still call, still video chat, just as much as we did before, nothing even has to change.”

“I am not the one who is worried,” Fatou breathes into Kieu My’s shoulder, her voice almost cracking, but she is still shaking and her grip on Kieu My only tightens.

(That tells her otherwise.)

“I know, I know,” Kieu My mumbles, moving in even closer, if that is possible, murmuring softly as Fatou tucks herself deeper into Kieu My, “As if there is anything to even worry about.” She sways back and forth, part of it is nerves, maybe the other part is trying not to think of what might happen if she lets go. She is still gripping tightly, swaying them a bit too far on one side until Fatou re-steadies them with a quiet chuckle. 

Kieu My smiles at the gesture and pulls away in order to meet Fatou’s eyes, so she can see her, really see her. She glides a hand across the slope of her cheek. She takes note of Fatou’s smile, the ever-so-subtle pout that manages to hide just behind the curve of her top lip. Not only that, but she also takes note of the way her left eye crinkles and the way she brushes her fingertips against the scar on her forehead.

Nerves.

If it were anyone else, they probably would not have noticed.

“You are going to have so much fun, and you are going to grow so much more as a human. Vienna is such a cool city,” she says, squeezing Fatou’s waist once more, just because she can, “there will be so many cool and amazing people,” she leans in closer, and softly whispers “that includes girls.”

Fatou’s face flushes, barely noticeable, she brushes her fingers against her forehead once more, and casts a few quick glances around her, at the car, at the ground, at her house, before looking back at Kieu My and glaring, “You can stop talking now,” she says and there are traces of a frown that come with her words, which was not something Kieu My was expecting. Kieu My examines her intensely for a moment, racking her brain, wondering where in the conversation she stumbled. She somehow manages to regain her voice again, along with her hold on Fatou’s hips.

“But, just so you know,” she exhales, “there aren’t going to be any best friends or partners in crime like me, so I wouldn’t go out expecting to find any if I were you.”

Fatou rolls her eyes dramatically, except this time with a smile, “wouldn’t even think of it,” she says, her voice overflowing with sincerity, and regardless of what her face might say, Kieu My knows she means it.  

Then, ever so softly, against the shell of her ear, “It’s not like they’d compare anyway.”

Kieu My thinks she felt a shiver travel up her spine. 

(She forgets to spend time on that thought)

“Fatou,” Fatou’s dad calls as he looks up at the pair, “we need to get going.”

“Okay,” Fatou yells back, attempting to clear her throat and looking down at the ground, slowly loosening her hold around Kieu My, as if she is met with all the resistance of the entire universe. She glances back up, catching Kieu My’s eyes with her emotional, deep gaze and serious expression. Kieu My stares and stares and stares, she doesn’t want to stop. It is as if she is trying to memorize every angle and line of Fatou. Just looking at Fatou makes Kieu My want to snatch her hand and start running, back to the aquarium where they would escape after closing and hide under the dim lighting of the fish tanks, discussing all the possibilities of the universe.

(“Do you think there’s a parallel universe with a Fatou and Kieu My who are lying in the exact same way in the exact same place under the exact same fish tanks with the exact same lighting?”

“I would hope that the universe wouldn't be so cruel as to keep us apart.”

"Do you think they call each other zombiewoman and axolotlgirl, too?”

“I would like to think there is at least one version of us that switches it up, what do you think, Commander Jallow?” “Commander?”

“Well, Captain Vu, I must say that it is getting pretty late”)

There is already a noticeable emptiness in Kieu My’s chest, even though Fatou is within reach. Kieu My longs to smear the neon light that they spend so much time under over Fatou’s cheekbones, across the palm of her hand, her fingertips, and along her jawline. To mark every exposed hill and valley of Fatou’s body so that when Fatou touches Kieu My she will find the small traces of it on her body later, something just for the two of them, a reminder that will last. 

(Maybe it’s not too late...)

“I’ll miss you zombiewoman,” Fatou says, with a secret hidden behind her eyes.

“I’ve already begun, axolotlgirl,” Kieu My says, willing herself to break away from the almost half embrace. Fatou raises her head in a half nod, swallowing hard before she catches Kieu My’s face between warm palms, brushing kisses along the landscape of Kieu My’s face, making her way around the valleys and hills, before finally brushing the formed crinkle of her nose with her lips.

“Eventually,” Fatou says with an expression filled with so much certainty. She turns and climbs into the back seat, clicking her seatbelt into place before she rolls down the window, her mind still fighting the resistance of leaving, trying to ignore the gravitational pull.

“Eventually,” Kieu My lets out, clasping her own hands in front of her herself as she rocks her weight from side to side.

The car starts to pull away and Kieu My watches as it moves farther and farther away, standing frozen in place until it disappears from sight, and she finally gets the courage to start the walk home. 

#druck #kieutou fic #snippet of a one shot i wrote #kieutou

[moscowfic]

When I look into your eyes 2

" I don't know what happened. He said he would go for a walk, I told him it was dangerous to do it at night because we are here, you know, there are bears around and a man can't against such an animal." 

Dmitry smiled, looking at the closed eyes of the president sleeping peacefully on the sofa. That face, too pale for his taste certainly, with no stress to disturb the emotions, gave the face a youthful essence he could never witness. He stroked the cheekbone with his thumb, moving up the nose to reach the center of the forehead, pressing lightly to leave a small pink marking, not too visible to an unobservant eye. 

He rose from his spot, humming a song from his time when he touched the carved wooden furniture, holding the handle to pull back, reaching his hand in to hold a box of shotgun shells, letting out a small chuckle to shift them, standing on his tiptoes to drop the box into a larger one on top of the refrigerator. Dmitry rolled over, hearing the President groan in wakefulness, rolling his eyes to quickly step out of the doorway, meeting the disoriented gaze.  

Vladimir was easier than he thought he would be, with the background he knew he could assume the man would be more closed off but a single caress had him at his feet, at his fingertips ready for any command he wanted, just like a dog in need of affection. No attentive parents, a childhood life absent of the security required, an over-emphasis on grades, lack of approval; a single compliment, a minimal caress, was enough to make the president go like butter under her scrutiny. 

He moved closer, sitting across from him at the coffee table, smiling flirtatiously as the short blonde locks stood up thanks to static or frizz. he stroked the cheek, this time having the receiver awake and he could feel the skin under his fingers warm up, watching the pale skin turn a vivid red.

" Don't be embarrassed, remember I've already seen your body, you forget?" The snort made him drop his cheek, crossing his legs to raise an eyebrow as elegantly as he could.

" That's no justification for you to take such daring, who do you take me for? A woman? I am no replacement for your wife." Vladimir's words are coarse, the vast majority to appear with the stereotypical tough and angry Russian.

" Then I see no need to be here." He stood up, crossing his arms while holding back the smirk as Vladimir's eyes became like those of an abandoned puppy." Why stay here? If you're going to treat me like this, I'd rather leave honestly." 

He walked to the doorway, counting in his mind to five. He turned around in pleasure as the man stood up, hugging him from behind as Vladimir's hands clutched at his waist. How to say no to such a wounded puppy? It wasn't impossible, but he was certainly feeling more and more guilty about what he would do, but who cares? Things were going to go to shit anyway. 

" Don't go, please. I don't like being alone." He stroked the blond hair, kissing the president's forehead as his thumbs ran over his cheek, looking directly into those icy eyes." Okay, I'm sorry I said that, it won't happen again. Are you going to stay?" 

" If you ask me like this, why would I say no?" he kissed the lips, whatever resistance there was at one point gone. She pulled him closer to the wall, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt to pull him to him." I wouldn't leave you alone, I was kidding." 

" You said it so seriously it doesn't sound like a joke, what were you doing in the kitchen anyway? I heard you in my sleep." Those eyes were too sly for his own good, Vladimir grimaced as his arms crossed.

He grimaced a little, kissing the lips to sigh. The man was as stupid as a donkey but cunning as a normal person, worthy of a KGB anyway. Dmitry rolled his eyes, walking to the kitchen as he stretched, ignoring the questions in the distance. Yes, he's going to commit assassination but it's not like that's never happened in history, is it? 

The Prime Minister touched his legs as he sat back in the chair, throwing his head back. The vision of the white ceiling is interrupted by curious eyes, like those of a child who wants to know everything that happens around him, even if it is the smallest detail.

"What's wrong with you now? Do you want to eat something?" Taking care of the President is like taking care of a puppy, just keep it active with something and it was enough for the whole day.

"I don't know, is there anything ready? You said you didn't want cooks but I can't cook and I doubt you'll prepare anything decent." Vladimir folded his arms, walking to the refrigerator to open it. He began to rummage through it, glancing sideways at his companion.

He shrugged, his fingers gently tapping the table to stand up. He raised his gaze, looking at the box on top; if only those curious hands somehow went there he'd be toast unless he could come up with a credible enough excuse. 

" You doubt me enough." He touched the shoulders, massaging the tense shoulders to kiss the nape of her neck." You go sleep or take in the scenery, I'll cook something for the two of us and then we could go for a walk." 

" Sounds good to me." Doubt crosses the president's mind, his trembling fingers touch the soft cheek, stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. Why does everything have to be so difficult? Why must he like a man? That went against nature in every possible way." I'll see you later, I'm going to finish some papers so you can meet me on the second floor." 

He nodded, the footsteps too fast and he can hear the small chuckle reaching his ears. Dmitry rolled his eyes, starting to pull out the pans. Oh yes, it was going to be a splendid dinner, where Vladimir wouldn't know what hit him. 

****

The Prime Minister left the dishes on the table, stretching his body to start up the stairs. His prey was resting, most confidently of all, in the room he had ordered himself when they had arrived. He closed his eyes as he reached the door, a twinge of regret assailing his senses again. A full day had passed and his plan could no longer wait.

Was there another option? Of course there was, but did he want to take that option? Dmitry dropped his thoughts into an imaginary trash can, spitting on the floor to open the door. He was a sheep, too tender that no one could doubt him, not even the President who trusted him blindly. 

As a KGB, you would expect the man to be completely distrustful of even his shadow. But his advances made all the difference, those disinterested gestures and indiscreet glances, confessions of love that only made the pale cheeks redden. The President was doomed to him, somehow he hoped things wouldn't be like this, perhaps having ended differently. 

"Volodya, let's eat. The food is ready." But his head didn't lift, he was still immersed in the documents. He threw a groan in the air, the man was too hardworking and, although he respects that, it is quite annoying to his plans." I want to talk to you, something important." 

" Can't it wait? I'm very few papers short and we'll have all these days off." Those eyes became like those of a husky puppy, longing for his wishes to be granted." If it's very important then I'll go." 

He reached over, sitting down on the desk to smile. He caressed the cheek, moving closer to the face to plant a tender kiss on the lips. The kiss of death, Italian mobsters used to do that sort of thing, as a rather strange form of threat no doubt. 

"It's very important, you have to come down. It will be life or death if you don't come down." He kissed the lips again, tousling the blond hair to let out a laugh at the older man's complaints." I'll wait for you downstairs."

" Alright, I won't be long." The president snorted, rising to caress his face." When you get divorced, you'll live with me. No complaints, don't say anything because I already thought of it, I want you to stay with me until it's the new change of government." 

He nodded, smiling reassuringly to get up. Dmitry raised his hands, biting his lip as their bodies collided and he could feel his crotch against his. The Prime Minister walked down the stairs, listening to the footsteps following him.

I'm sorry, Volodya. But this is the way things should be. 

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He sat down, listening to the sound of the wood against his weight. Hell, he should lose weight from now on. He raised his glass as the President went all the way down, his left hand tightly holding the shotgun that rested in his lap. 

" You know, I've always wanted to be something big." He smiled as Vladimir began to eat, looking out the window at the rain and darkness." Like...President and it's my dream as a kid. To rule everything, boss everyone around and have money to buy whatever I want, even if it's too ridiculous." 

" It's not a bad dream, I never dreamed of that no doubt." The president pulled back, taking a sip of his wine as he looked into those beautiful eyes are small devotion hidden behind the walls he built around his mind so as not to show too much emotion.

" The problem is-" He set the shotgun down on the table, staring at the man." You get in my way with my dream." 

#vladimir putin #dmitry medvedev #putvedev #ruspol #ao3 fanfic

[thatprocrastinatingpotato]

A/N: This was written during a surge of sadness that took over me. My brain does that from time to time. Anyways, hope it's good enough. I am really struggling with words these days.

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Amelia felt a pang of hurt in her chest as she looked at their picture. A slight smile on their lips, albeit professional, was beautiful. She gently touched their lips, knowing that she may never be able to do it in person anymore.

The remaining day was extremely eventful and she only broke down once when April asked her about how she was doing. She considered it a significant achievement. 

She had never felt like this before. For no one. Never was she so in love with someone that being away from them caused a physical ache. Every corner she turned, she felt she would see them and they would pull her closer and place a kiss on her lips, telling her they loved her as well. They missed her too.

Her thoughts returned to that unfortunate night again and again. She felt them touch her fingertips with theirs as they sat on the swing set. She remembered their words, again and again. 

They didn't want to string her along and even though she appreciated it, somewhere deep in her heart, she wanted them to stay. Just for a bit more. Although, she knew she wanted forever with them and so another day ended with their thoughts consuming her.

All she wanted was to go home, curl up in her blanket, and think about them till she fell asleep. But, that's not where it ended. Her dreams were invaded by the tall neuroscientist as well. 

In the train of thoughts, she didn't realize that she dropped the car keys she was playing with. As soon as she picked them up and looked up, she saw them.

She would've thought it was a hallucination if it wasn't for their less than immaculate appearance. There were bags under their eyes. She looked at them closely, noting that they looked tired.

Before she could speak, they broke the silence.

“I can't sleep.”

A crack in the voice. It was slight and maybe she wouldn't have noticed it if she wasn't listening to them so intently.

“I can't sleep.”

Their voice still cracked, but it was unmistakable this time around. She looked at them for a second before leaping forward. Her hands instinctively wrapped around their neck as she pulled them in a kiss.

She notices their hesitation for a second before they respond. Their other hand wraps around her waist and she feels lighter. She feels that at that moment nothing in the world could make her happier. 

She pulls away for a breath and looks at them again. Their eyes are closed and she presses their forehead against theirs. She could feel their grip on her. It's fiercer than usual. As if they are scared to let her go.

“I'm here.”

She assures them. Their eyes are still closed.

“You can open your eyes.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because when I open my eyes, you disappear.”

Amelia gently strokes their cheek.

“Please, open your eyes.”

It's a soft request and they finally look at her. Her eyes met theirs and she could see the utter exhaustion and unshed tears. But they smile. They see her standing right there, still wrapped around them and they smile. It's slight. They know they've got a huge road ahead. But, right now, embracing her, everything seems just a bit better.

“Let's go home.”

The ride home is silent. They are looking at the neurosurgeon intently as if she may be a dream and at any second they will be pulled out of their dream into a cruel world where they left her tearful on the swing set.

As soon as both of them get out of the car, she holds out a hand for them to take and they walk into the home hand in hand.

“Come on. Let's sleep.”

“We should talk.”

Amelia looks at them. They need to talk. But right now she can see them almost in a half-sleep slumber.

“We will.”

She says and pulls them towards her bedroom. They both take turns getting ready for bed. Amelia blushes a little, handing them their sweatshirt which she may or may not have stolen the last time she left their apartment.

As soon as they get settled in the bed, Amelia wraps her arms around them. They pull her closer and place a small kiss on her forehead.

“We need to…”

They yawn loudly before completing the sentence and Amelia moves almost on top of them. She starts rubbing their arms and calming them down and within a few seconds, she feels their breathing more even. 

She closes her eyes too. Basking in the warmth of her person. She is not sure what the next morning may bring and what their talk may entail, but right here, she feels seen. She feels heard. 

Her ear is on their chest, listening to the steady beat of their heart. Their hands are wrapped around her securely, holding her close. When sleep starts taking over, it almost feels like a dream. She tries to stay awake for longer, basking in their presence, but exhaustion takes over her features.

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She wakes up to them softly caressing her hair and cheek. She cuddles in closer and looks up. They have soft expressions on their face. But their eyes are scrunched together.

“We need to talk.”

She pulls away, but they pull her closer again.

“We do.”

“I am sorry.”

She stayed silent and gave them the space to collect their thoughts. Their hand held onto hers.

“I… I have been thinking. A lot. I still don't want kids, Amelia.”

She pulls away completely hearing that. She props herself up and rests against the bedrest.

“Why did you come back then?”

It is angry and she can feel them joining her side.

“I don't… I don't know. But I cannot have kids.”

“I already have a kid, Kai!”

She feels them recoiling a bit and she realizes that she was loud. Very loud. She takes a deep breath and pitches the bridge of her nose to calm herself.

“I am sorry. You can leave if you want to. That seems like the only option.”

“She was… she didn't want any kids either.”

She turns to look at them. For the first time in their life, she hears clear despair in their voice. 

“At least, that's what she told me. She assured me again and again that there was no way she'd want kids. But then, she did.”

Amelia was listening intently.

“She started disappearing. Never gave me any reason. She ended up cheating on me with a good friend.”

There were tears in their eyes. Whatever this person did, hurt them deeply and at that moment all Amelia wanted to confront her. She wanted that person to explain why she did what she did.

“Did you talk to her about it?”

“She told me, we just wanted different things.”

Before Amelia could say anything, they continued.

“It hurt deeply. All I ever wanted was honesty. If she would've just told me what she wanted, it would've been way better. But she just… disappeared. I don't want to do that with you, Amelia. I cannot have kids. I have plans and kids were never part of it. I can not string you along if that's not what you want.”

“Yet, you came to me last night.”

Kai turned away from her. Maybe gathering their thoughts. She thought back to what they said and realized something.

“Do you think I want more kids?”

She asked and they looked at her. They nodded and she chuckled a bit.

“I am sorry. Don't get me wrong, Kai. I love Scout. With my entire heart. He is and will always be my priority. But that doesn't mean I want more kids.”

They looked at her, puzzled but she could see relief.

“Scout already has his Mom and Dad. Two loving parents. I am not asking you to be another parent to him. I just want you to accept that part of me. The part of me that's his mother. He has a whole village to take care of him. Maybe, you will have to take him out of the daycare someday. But, even that goes through at least ten other people before it comes to you.

I understand not wanting to be a parent. I never wanted to be one. I had Scout and now I cannot imagine my life without me. But, I want you to know that none of this needs to be true for you. Whatever you feel about being a parent is valid. Just… I already have a kid and I want you to acknowledge that.”

The tears in their eyes were flowing freely now. She gently wiped a stray tear and they pulled her in an embrace.

“I love you.”

They whispered. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear it.

“I love every part of you.”

They said it again and it felt good to hear. So, she held them tighter.

“I love every part of you too.”

For the first time in her life, it didn't feel like a life-changing admission. It felt like something natural. Like it was meant to happen. Like she was meant to fall in love with them. Like saying those words was the only right thing to do.

“Are you okay?”

They asked after a beat. Amelia knew what the question meant.

“I am fine. I know we need to talk a lot more. I just... I want to do it with you. I want to figure it all out. For us.”

“I want to do it as well. I am sorry that I left you alone that night.”

“You can always compensate me for my trouble with lots of kisses and... Other stuff.”

“Always.”

It was a whisper followed by lips passionately pressed against her. She melted in the kiss. It was slow, soft, and tender. As if Kai were trying to convey everything they felt in that moment through that one simple touch.

“I love you.”

The same admission again.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: As I said, it's weird, it's not good, I know the ending sucks, and I shouldn't even be posting this. But, it makes me just a bit happier to put forward... Something.

#kai bartley #kaimelia #amelia shepherd #lgbt #grey's anatomy #fanfic #greys anatomy #caterina scorsone #er fightmaster #it sucks #I just hope it doesn't suck too much #I know i have written way too much about this scenario #But #I was sad and this is sad and we can all be sad #i should stop now

[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

#matsukawa smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #sal's thirst tag <3

[artanddaddyissues]

Muriel and his Morning Cuddles

Guys, I just finished his route and I got the upright ending, I am HAPPY.

Anyways, 739 words, super fluffy and cute!

Enjoy <3

The first thing you hear is Inanna's barking breaking the silence of the hut. You look out to the door, greeted by golden rays of light. The sun is still low on the horizon so you groan, “too early…” Blinking you try to see what the problem is, you notice Inanna nudging the door. "Open it, go out girl."

But she doesn't budge.

"Stubborn aren't you?"

The wolf... nods...?

You stifle a laugh as you stir from the soft comforter of the bed but a strong pair of arms holds you from getting up. You look down seeing Muriel's arm wrapped snugly around your waist, while the other arm moves to rest under his pillow. You try to get up again but there’s more resistance this time.

Smirking, you turn around to face him, poking his cheek. "I know you're awake big boy."

You hear the low grumble of his voice, muffled by the pillow in his face, "...am not."

Chuckling, you lay back down and rest your hand over his, fidgeting with his fingers. "Inanna wants to go outside."

You try to insist but he just snorts, "She knows how." He pulls you into him closer and you feel the body heat radiating off him which is comforting when Vesuvia nears the winter season.

"Muri-"

"No." He mumbles again, this time turning his head to rest his chin on your shoulder.

Muriel grumbles, "Look... she doesn't want to go outside anymore."

You're about to sit up and check when he pulls you back down, "So stay." You smile at the words and kiss his shoulder, "I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep again, love."

His lips perk up with his eyes closed at the sound of the nickname, "Then don't" And he pulls you to rest on top of him.

Sometimes you feel like a small teddy bear when he picks you up and moves you around with ease, but you love it. He wraps a heavy arm around your back and the other plays with the ends of your hair. You nuzzle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him, enjoying the warm, safe feeling.

The sun rises slowly, brightening the hut ever so slightly, but with the colours of the morning sky fading away you notice that Muriel has fallen asleep again. Smiling, you get an idea, a devious one at that. You scoot upwards, careful not to wake him. Surprisingly, his arm is still firm on your back, even though he is asleep. You place a single kiss on his chin, slowly placing more and more along his jaw until you’re at the corner of his mouth. As you shower his face and neck with kisses, your arms stroke his shoulders, feeling every muscle tense and relax. He shifts and stirs, still sleeping so you sit up, straddling his waist. His eyes slowly blink open but at the sight of you on top of him, his eyes fly wide open, which you only laugh at.

"Good morning Muriel." His shock fades when you take one of his hands and kiss it. He moves to rest his hand on your knees, the other moving to your waist. Muriel looks at you for a moment as you struggle to hold back a yawn.

He laughs and sits up, moving stray hairs from your face, landing his hand on the back of your neck, “Good morning, M/C.” You close the space between and kiss him, holding it for a moment, allowing yourselves to breathe into the kiss.

Once you pull away, Muriel nuzzles his forehead against yours for a moment. “Can I get up now?”

He pulls back, looking you dead in the eyes and you’re suddenly unsure of what he will say. He pouts his lip and blushes, “No.”

Before you can react, he wraps his arms around you, and pulls you back down, letting you fall on your back. He leans on one elbow, using the other hand to clear the hairs that have obscured your face.

You both look at each other for a moment, unmoving. He slowly inches forwards, not wanting to startle you, Just blushing before Inanna jumps onto the bed, crashing right into Muriel. He makes a surprised noise as the wolf throws all her body weight onto Muriel, causing him to roll flat on his back.

Inanna licks at his face while you can't hold back your laughter anymore. You splay flat on the bed with laughter, clutching your stomach as Inanna plays with the covers, using Muriel as a trampoline.

This is a typical morning in the hut.

#the arcana game #the arcana #the arcana muriel #muriel #muriel x mc #muriel x reader #muriel headcanon #muriel oneshot #Muriel fluff

[its-deputy-caleb]

Okay Idk ab u but I’m a huge affectionate person and I constantly desire physical touch 😅what would the l Lords each be like with a s/o who frequently will give them physical affection like go up to them and kiss their face over while their working or hug them from behind or cradle their face in their hands

Hii!! I’m so glad you requested this! i wouldn’t say i’m overly affectionate but everyone needs a good hug every once and a while!!! (more like all the time) anyway i hope this is okay and that you all enjoy.

also a huge thank you to the 400+ followers!! i am so grateful for all of you and i appreciate all the love and support y’all have been giving me! <333

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina would adore you all day long. She loves to indulge in all your affection and will spend a considerable amount of the day just holding you.

One of your favourite things to do together is when you’re both sat in one of the plush lounge chairs in front of the fire place. Your head is resting either on her lap or her shoulder while she reads all sorts of novels to you.

Alcina is in her nightgown with her hair out, resting on her shoulder and you always lean up to play with the ends between your fingers.

Eventually your hand ends up cradling her face and you bring her chin towards you gently, guiding her in for a soft kiss.

For her stern demeanour, Alcina enjoys your affection especially when it’s just you two.

She loves sitting on the piano stool, you draped over her lap as she shows you how to play the sweetest melodies and her heart always melts when you lean into her embrace.

You love to surprise her with hugs from behind but it usually ends up with you wrapping your arms around her legs. Alcina never minds though, and always brings you into her arms so you can hug her properly.

Donna Beneviento

Donna always gets so flustered when you give her affection. But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t like it, she’s just extremely unused to it.

It’s the small things that Donna loves, like when you lace your fingers together or place an arm on her shoulder, neck or elbow.

You love to brush her hair, always getting distracted by carding your fingers through it, the hairbrush completely forgotten in your other hand. Her hair was just so soft and silky that it absolutely mesmerised you.

You love to wrap your arms around her from behind and rest your head on her shoulder as she works away at another dress or is tailoring one of her dolls and you love to watch her work.

Eventually you notice how Donna warms up to your affection and leans into you subtly. Sometimes even coming up to place her head in the palm of her hands just so she can feel your thumbs stroke against her cheeks.

One time when you were walking from a family meeting a lycan thrashed from behind and gate and she jumped straight into your arms which lead you to carrying her bridal style all the way home, her head tucked under your chin.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore loves that you’re an affectionate person and his brain seems to short circuit when it’s directed at him.

You love to wrap him in tight hugs which always make his chest feel warm, no matter how many times you give them to him.

It’s that safe feeling he gets when you hold him that makes him fall in love with you all over again. He’s never failed to feel safe when your arms are wrapped around him and his head is resting on your shoulder.

He loves forehead kisses, especially in the early morning or just before you go to bed because you’re guaranteed to cuddle him underneath warm blankets.

He’s always been a little nervous and hesitant when it came to relationships in general but when you hug him or take his hand he feels like he can trust you with everything.

One thing he adores is spending time with you at the reservoir where you both sit in a little wooden boat. Your hand is always in his and somehow you find a way for you both to sit shoulder to shoulder without it tipping.

It’s there where you watch the sunset together, your head on his shoulder and his own resting on top of yours.

Karl Heisenberg

It was only when Karl met you did he realise just how touch starved he really was. It seems like all his time in the factory alone had numbed him to it but he felt pure joy when he was with you.

He loves that you sit with him while he’s working away at his blueprints, your hand either playing with his hair or tracing the scars that litter his skin.

He’s super stubborn and won’t ever admit that he actually likes all the affection you give him. But you read him like a book and can tell when he makes extra effort to lean into your touches or when he lowers his head slightly because he wants you to run your fingers in his hair.

He can’t deny that when you pull him in for a hug and just hold him against you, he feels loved and cared for emotionally.

Your affection also has a calming affect on him, knowing that his anger tends to boil at family meetings more than usual. However when you slide your hands between his own and gently move your thumb against his hand, Karl feels the anger leave him slowly.

Another thing you’ve noticed is the affect your touches has on Karl’s creativity. The more affection you give him, the more his experiments turn out successful. How improved his work is when you’re sitting with him and you have a lazy arm draped around his shoulder or waist.

Karl never grows tired of your constant touches and gentle kisses, hell he craves it even. It takes his mind away from everything that leaves him feeling lonely or angry and replaces it with nothing but pure love and adoration.

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[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

Calling him your husband prank

Feat:- Kuroo, Oikawa, Sakusa & Kita

A/n:- I don’t know what should i write here lol.

General masterlist || Haikyuu masterlist

Genre:- fluff, mentions of pet names + TikTok

✮ Kuroo:-

    Oh boy,

    When I say he is whipped for you I ain’t lying! He is a simp for you!

    Neways so you were scrolling through the addicting app tik-tok when this prank just popped up on your fyp.

    You saw a girl calling her boyfriend her husband and his reaction to the term.

    You thought since Kuroo is a tease maybe you could get a reaction out of him which flusters him .

    You place your phone on the coffee table and cover it a bit so that only the camera is visible to you. Kuroo steps out of the bedroom and plops himself right next to you on the couch and searches for a movie to play on the flat tv screen.

    You had hit the record button and were talking on the other phone and that’s when you said it.

    You pretend that your friend had called you  to ask you about your whereabouts and with whom you were with.

    You reply “I am at my home with my husband.”

    Kuroo whips his head so fast at your direction that he almost felt he may have broke it . Please don’t do this, even though y/n is cute but still no!

    Kuroo looks at you amused and you could see that his tips of his ear were red and his cheek was pink.

You end the call and sit next to him, he then grabs your wrists and plants soft kiss on them saying “Rather than calling me babe, you should call me your husband.”

Now it is your time to be flustered.

✮ Oikawa:-

Yoohoo ~

Ahem anyways, you guys were on a date enjoying your meal together . After finishing up with your meal , You guys wait for the bill .

Oikawa always spoiled  you , he would always give his card to you for shopping . Would buy you stuff which you just talked about or saw it in some store. Your boyfriend was talking to the waiter and asked them to bring the bill.

You were just scrolling through your Instagram reels when you saw someone do a prank in which they call their boyfriend as their husband. Your relationship with Tooru was always playful and you liked that. He was a tease for sure and he always made you flustered whenever he could. You wanted to fluster him so you decided to do this prank on him . 

You hold your phone in such a way that it would look like you were taking a selfie. Oikawa starts posing as he thought you were taking his pictures , you decided to go with the flow.

 The waiter arrives and places the bill on your table waiting for you guys to settle the payment. Oikawa pulls his credit card out of his wallet and gives his card to the waiter to swipe it in the machine.

 As their job the waiter asks for the review about their service, food, ambience of the restaurant. You take it as an opportunity and say “ My husband and I really like coming here for dates and it’s really pretty and your services are great as well. Isn’t it my husband?” You wink at his direction . 

Oikawa.exe has stopped working . He whipped his head towards the waiter and asks him while stuttering “did they just call me their husband? They did?!?” The waiter nods their head in amusement and smile looking at you guys. “Well my wife and I do enjoy coming here! Thank you for great food as always” Oikawa flashes his infamous wink towards you only to see you as flustered as he was. 

“Angel, do you wanna be my wife?”

“Yes, but at a right time”

 “Oh it would come soon don’t worry”

✮ Sakusa:-

You were sitting on your couch watching some tv shows which you missed because of work but you got  bored easy and were now scrolling on tik-tok watching some videos.

The front door creaks open , as your grumpy boyfriend enters with a huff he takes off his shoes and masks and makes his way towards you plopping on top of you.

“What is all this?” You ask him amused by his behavior. “I missed you and the practice was quite tiring” he replies with a pout still prominent on his lips. “Let me guess your teammates kept on doing something new ? Or were they loud as always?” You ask as you stroke his hair and kiss his forehead. 

“You have no clue how hard it is to handle them” you cup his cheeks gently and look at him with adoration “ Omi who are you kidding you love them irrespective of how they are” you giggle as Omi huffs and mumbles “don’t team up with them” . 

“How about you take a quick shower and I would offer my cuddles and kisses Hmm?” He gets up nodding his head. You were  now on the couch waiting for him to come back from his shower laughing at some tik-toks until one caught your eye. 

Calling your s/o your hubby thinking aback Omi was still not used to the pranks you and Atsumu always pulled . So you decide to try this on him. As Sakusa enters the living room he plops down again on top of you nuzzling his head closer to your chest.

 “My big baby do you wanna watch something or you wanna nap?” “Nap” “okay” you then place your phone on the coffee table and start recording. 

“Y/n?” “Yes?” “My phone is ringing would you pick it up but if it’s them (referring to Hinata, Bokuto & Atsumu) don’t pick up”

 “ Hey Tsumu  how are you?” Sakusa rolls his eyes .

“Yes my husband is fast asleep what do you want?” Sakusa raises his head and hugs your waist tightly mumbling an “I love you my-soon-to-be-wife”

 “DID HE SAY I LOVE YOU? HE NEVER SAYS THAT TO U-“ Sakusa cuts the call and falls asleep on you smiling as you were still flustered.

✮ Kita:-

You were on a video call with your sister talking about the daily gossips she had to share . Whereas your boyfriend was patiently waiting for you to be done with the call.

“And then they fell while stomping off *weird laughing noise*” You roll your eyes as you were used to your sister and how weird her humour was .

Kita enters the kitchen to fetch a glass of water but you were so busy on call that you did not realise that he was around.

“Anyways I gotta ask how is your husband?” You sister smirks as she asks this question.

“Oh he is great tbh we were planning to watch a movie and order take out!” You reply giddily.

“So has he planned to wife you up?” Your sister asks.

“Hello, uh yes I have decided to wife your sister up but I need to have a beautiful ring as her which would be impossible to find. But I will find a precious ring and wife your sister” Kita replies as he smiles at your sister and then you placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you okay? You aren’t responding at all” . You were shocked as you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward with his answer.

“Shin?”

“Yes darling?”

“Do you really mean it? You want to Marry me?”

“Yes Ms Kita I want to”

“Say that again” you blush

“Ms Kita”

“🥺🥺🥺”

Thank you for reading. Take care <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

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[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Can you write a smut with Tom riddle where the reader and him are dating, and he’s obviously used to being in charge but one night something happens (you can decide that part) and suddenly the reader wants to be in charge but Tom doesn’t want that so she ties him up and teases her till he’s begging her to let him cum or something like the idk.

I absolutely love ur writing, it’s absolutely incredible I could never write anything as good as you!😊

pairing: tom riddle x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles (ish), begging, magical ties, oral (make receiving), mentions of oral (female receiving) 

word count: 2.0k

a/n: and we’re back to our regularly scheduled smut. i have a ton of requests so be patient - i will get to it! thank you all for the love and support so far! 

You and your boyfriend, Tom, were strolling through the halls of Hogwarts on your Prefect rounds, enjoying the complete silence of the massive castle. It was rare the halls were this quiet, but late at night tended to be the perfect time to stumble upon echoing walls and corridors where you could hear a pin drop. 

Suddenly, Tom stopped in his tracks and stuck out a hand to stop you as well. “Do you hear that?” He asked in a hush whispering, pointing somewhere off to the left of where both of you stood. 

Following his direction, you turned your head to the left and saw that it was a typically abandoned corridor but you did hear the faint rustle of clothing and distant female giggling. You rolled your eyes and began walking in that direction, already knowing you’d have to break up two young people just wanting to have a bit of fun. It wasn’t that you wanted to spoil their good time, but it was an unspoken rule that if a Prefect caught you, they had no other choice unless they themselves wanted to end up in trouble. 

As you approached, wands drawn in order to cast a lumos charm, Tom put his body in front of you, taking charge. 

“I can handle it,” you whispered, a pout brought to your face. 

He didn’t even stop his movement, just kept walking even as he shot you a smirk. You rolled your eyes in frustration. He did this every time. You were perfectly capable of breaking up two horny teenagers and sending them off to bed, but he always had to be the one in charge. You were growing quite sick of it.

He got there before you and handled the situation with a dominant grace that only he seemed to possess, and he sent the two fifth years scattering on the way back to their respective common rooms. Without even another look in your boyfriends direction, you went stalking the other way and were determinately headed back to the Slytherin common room. 

“Get back here,” he said with a warning in his voice, following you nonetheless. 

“No. I’m going to bed,” you said rather loudly, not faltering in your steps. 

“Oh for the love of Merlin, what’s wrong?” He asked, his long legs giving him the ability to catch up with you. 

“You,” was your bitter reply. 

“Me? What have I done?” He asked incredulously. 

“Yes, you, Tom,” you said, finally halting in your steps and swinging around to face him. “You always have to be the one in charge. I could have easily handled that, like I said, but no. You just had to go and- and-,” you explained, waving your hands animatedly, but you trailed off once you realized this entire conversation was pointless. He wasn’t just going to change his incessant behavior no matter what you said. Besides, the smirk on his face as he looked down at you just proved it was a losing battle. 

“Darling, I hate to burst your bubble but you’ll never be in charge while I’m around. You don’t have to be,” he explained, attempting to be gentle through his cocky demeanor but his words only sent you into another flurry. 

“You want a bet? That I can’t be in charge?” You asked heatedly, your mind already slipping straight into the gutter. 

He paused for a moment, then finally sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Fine,” he agreed, “but you only get one chance so don’t mess it up for yourself.” 

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The moment the two of you entered Tom’s private room, your lips were on each other and you took the initiative to slowly back him up into the bed until he had no choice but to sit with you standing before him. His grip on your waist was tight, but you had other plans for his hands anyways. 

The entire walk down to the dungeons, you had been plotting. You needed to prove to him that you could be in charge. Sure, it was nice that you had a boyfriend willing to take charge in all situations and you never had to worry about a thing, but you still felt the incessant need to prove yourself. 

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed,” you told him when you pulled away from the kiss, attempting to emulate the demeanor he always gave off in situations like this. 

You heard him chuckle to himself, still under the impression that you couldn’t pull this off, but he did as you asked anyways. Finally, he was laying naked on the bed, completely relaxed against the pillows and looking at you expectantly. 

“Do you worst, Y/N,” he jested, his hand moving to trail down to his half erect cock but you stopped him in his tracks. 

“Did I say you could do that?” You asked, holding his wrist in your grip. His eyes darted up to yours and he looked shocked for a moment, but that look in his eyes went away in a flash as the signature smirk came back. 

He put his hand back down on the duvet and you climbed into the bed with him, straddling his legs. When he had been busy undressing, you undressed yourself down to your bra and panties. Little did he know what you had hidden underneath was a matching set. 

“Keep your hands right there. You’re gonna be a good boy for me tonight, right?” You cooed, trailing kisses from his neck down to his abdomen as you spoke. 

“The best,” he shot back with a sarcastic wink and it only made you chuckle to yourself because he truly had no idea what was coming. 

You continued your trail of kisses until you were firmly planted between his legs and your mouth was inches away from his cock. He was fully erect now and could feel your breath against his, making his cock twitch with anticipation. 

“Beg,” you demanded, refusing to touch him until he did at least the bare minimum, only placing kisses on his pelvis and thighs. 

“Please, Y/N. I’d love to cum down your throat right now,” he said lowly, but you could tell the begging was noncommittal. That would change. 

You easily complied, wanting him to think he had the upper hand, and immediately brought him into your mouth. You loved sucking his cock. He was warm and heavy on your tongue, and the noises he made always made you dripping wet. He wasn’t disappointing tonight. 

He released a low groan the second he felt his tip hit the back of your throat and he bucked his hips up, but you pushed the back down with force. You continued your ministrations, just waiting for him to lose himself. When you took him all the way down your throat, he lost it. 

His hands tangled in your hair as he tried to hold you down on him, cutting off your air supply, but you were prepared for this. He loved face fucking you and you knew if you had his mouth on his he just wouldn’t be able to resist. You reached for your wand that was strategically placed beside his leg on the bed and cast a silent spell. Immediately, his hands were removed from your hair and magically tied to the bed frame, locked into place. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He asked, seething. 

When you pulled off of his, you could see it in his eyes how angry he was. He didn’t think you had this in you. But how could he be so naive when you had learned from him? The best? 

“Where did I tell you to keep your hands?” You asked him, using one hand to lightly stroke his cock as you spoke. 

“The bed. Fuck. Let me out,” he demanded, struggling against his confines. 

“I don’t think I will,” you answered, suppressing a laugh. “After all, I am in charge.” 

You didn’t even give him a chance to reply, taking him in your mouth again and keeping your hands on his hips to hold them down. He didn’t have much leverage from this angle, so you knew it would be no problem. 

You dragged moan after moan from him, bringing him right to the edge and back down quite a few times until he was a sweating, writhing mess below you. You knew he was frustrated beyond belief, he had done this to you too many times to count. How did he like the taste of his own medicine? 

You weren’t even sure how long it had been going on for, but your jaw was beginning to ache and you were praying to Circe he cracked soon. That non committed begging from earlier was about to be real genuine soon if you had anything to say about it. 

You pulled off of him once more and your eyes snapped to his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead and neck, his chest was rapidly expanding and contracting, trying his best to get his breathing back under control, and there was a fury in his eyes so unmatched that you knew you’d be paying for this later. 

“Tell me what you want, Tom. Beg for it. Be a good boy for me, yeah?” You instructed, your hands massaging small circles into his tense thighs, willing him to relax into it. 

You could see the conflict in his face. He didn’t want to concede to you, wanting to prove his own point that you couldn’t, or shouldn’t have to be, in charge around him. But you knew how badly he wanted to cum. He cock was flushed such a dark shade of red that you were sure it had to hurt by now. He was aching for it, aching for you to get him there and let him cum in your mouth. 

“Fucking hell. Please, Y/N, let me fucking cum. Please,” he said breathlessly, his whole body limp against the bed as he stared up at you imploringly. 

A rush of power shot through, knowing you deny him so easily in the moment - leave him tied up and begging and wanting and aching. If you kept this up for much longer you know you’d end up on some sort of power trip. You knew he was letting you have this, letting you have his submission, but it still felt so damn good. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You asked with a gleeful grin before immediately getting back to work, your sights set on getting him the release he had begged for. 

“Fuck. Please don’t be cruel. Let me cum Y/N,” he continued to babble when he felt the warmth of your mouth again, his mind lost to the pleasure his body was feeling. 

That only made you work harder, wanting to show him a shred of mercy for the night he had endured. After all, he was a good boy for you throughout most of it. 

His entire body tenses again right before he exploded into your mouth was a loud groan. His body trembled as warm ropes of cum shot down your throat and onto your tonugue. You suckled greedily from the head, getting every last drop out, until he was squirming against the sheets. When you finally came up, he was still breathing heavily and his head was thrown back against the pillows. 

You crawled up the bed to lay beside him, looking over his body in appreciation. He was glistening from sweat and completely still now other than his breathing. 

“Are you going to let me out now?” He asked bitterly, attempting to move his hands from the ties as he looked over at you. 

“Oh c’mon. You know that was fun. And besides, I think I’d like to sit on your face next,” you said with a giggle, watching his face fall into another shocked expression. You would forever remember this night as a lesson well taught.

#harry potter #tom riddle #young tom riddle #tom riddle smut #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle headcanon

[allthatyoulove]

Butterflies and Flowers

Fred Weasley / Reader

Summary: You help a very drunk Fred Weasley to bed.

Includes: underage drinking/smoking, fluff,  suggestive/sexual situations (nothing explicit)

Words: 2.1k

A/N: This was a one shot I wrote that was requested by one of my friends :) Will probably do another one like this in the future, I really enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

(Also: In my version of this story, the boys and girls dorms are still separated, but each person has their own room)

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It was 3 am.

On a school night.

Everyone else had left the gryffindor common room, with our group being left with all of the confetti, plastic cups, and streamers on the floor.

The music continued to play in the back with the group around the room. Hermione and Ginny were dancing in the middle of the room, with Ron sitting on the couch and dancing along with them from there, struggling to keep his eyes open. Harry was filling up his drink again before I spotted him and stole it from him, telling him he was cut off. He drunkenly smiled at me, before he stumbled over to Ginny and started to dance with her. He always complains the next day about a hangover, so I figured I’d help him out. Especially considering it’s a Thursday.

Fred and George were in the corner, smoking. Fred was already drunk out of his mind, so I giggled upon seeing him staring at a spot on the floor. George was moving his head to the music and singing along. The party had died down a couple hours ago, but our group always liked to stay a couple more hours by ourselves.

I had a few drinks earlier with everyone, but I stopped after my 5th shot. Fred… kept going. I decided I’d save the blackouts for the weekend.

I started to walk over to Fred, him raising his head to look up at me as I was halfway. He smiled at me, opening his arms as wide as they could go. I smiled back at him, laughing at how adorable he looked.

“Having a good time, Freddie?” I said, plopping myself on the couch between him and George and setting the cup on the table. I rested my hand on his knee as he wrapped his arms around me in a side hug, pulling me into him. I brought my other hand to rest on his arm that was around me, smiling to myself.

“The best.” He whispered in my ear, putting his head against mine. Butterflies stirred in my stomach, my body heating up.

Hermione came up to us with Ron behind her, both of them red in the face.

“W’re g’nna head off. See you guys t’morrow!” She said, waving to everyone before going up the stairs to the rooms. Everyone giggled to themselves before Harry came up to us as well.

“Right, well, Ginny and I are going also. See ya” He said, taking her hand and heading up after Hermione and Ron. Ginny giggled the entire way up, trying to push Harry up the stairs.

George was the first to speak up. “Do you think they know where the girls' dormitories are?”

Fred and I laughed, choosing to not reply and let him come to a conclusion himself. A couple seconds passed before he spoke again.

“Ohhh…… ew” he faked a full body shiver before he stood up, brushing himself off and looking around to make sure he didn’t forget anything.

“I’m going to see if Angelina needs to be tucked in, you kids be safe”

I blushed and laughed, slapping his arm as he walked by. He winked at me and left, leaving Fred and I alone.

He was still resting his head on mine, with his arms around mine. The music had been turned down, which I just came to realize.

I tapped his arm that was wrapped around me, moving to get up as he let out a groan next to me and mumbled something incoherent.

“C’mon Freddie, let’s get you to bed”

He smiled up at me as I stood, his hands holding onto mine as his smile turned into a smirk.

“Try’na get me to bed, are ya?”

I laughed and blushed, pulling his arms to help him get up.

“Yes Fred, I’ve just been dying to get you to bed. Now let’s go” I said in a monotone voice.

He gave a short laugh, standing up and wrapping his arms around my neck, looking down at me. We were standing between the table and the couch, extremely close.

“Hi” he whispered to me, touching my cheek with his knuckle lightly.

“Hi” I whispered back, giving him a short smile before clearing my throat and looking down. “Can you walk?” I asked him, trying to ignore the tension between us.

I didn’t want our first kiss to be while he’s plastered, I wanted it to be something he’d be able to remember. And something he’d be aware he’s doing.

“Can walk just fine.”

I could feel him staring down at me, so I chose to instead focus on wrapping my arms around his hips and helping him anyway because I knew he was lying about being able to walk.

He let out a low chuckle and kept his arm around my shoulder as I picked up the drink I set down earlier and chugged the rest of it, throwing it near a pile of other cups.

“Woah... maybe I should be the one walking you to your room, love” He said, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. He waited a beat before talking again, “Actually, that sounds like a great idea. Can we go over to your dorm instead?”

The butterflies in my stomach came back full force, warming my face and filling my brain with the thought of Fred in my dorm room.

“What’s wrong with your dorm? Wouldn’t want to miss George sneaking in at 5 am, would you?”

“Ther’s  like.... 4 horny teenagers over there. I don’t feel like trying to sleep in the room next to them”

I laughed lightly, tightening my hold on his waist and beginning to walk towards the stairs.

To the girls dormitories.

“Yay” He said, wiggling his hips a little bit and smiling. I laughed at him, guiding him up to the first step of the spiral staircase. He held onto the railing and stumbled a bit, but had surprisingly good balance for the amount that he drank.

He reached the top of the staircase and walked down the hallway to my exact room, throwing me off a bit. He turned to wait for me to open the door with a neutral expression on his face while I looked at him confused.

“How do you know this is my dorm?”

His eyes were closed, but his eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips as he thought of an excuse.

“Umm…. I…. I jus- I guessed.”

He opened one eye to look at me as I brought my eyebrows down in thought, pursing my lips as well.

“Right.” He smiled a this-is-my-best-excuse smile at me as we stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Fred if you don’t tell me how you know this is my dorm y’aren’t going inside, bud”

He shot his hand up to his chest, pretending to be wounded at the use of “bud”, knowing I only use that when I want him to tell me the truth about something.

He laughed to himself about the gesture as I smiled, waiting for him. He waited a second before seeing I was serious and sighing.

“Okay, fine. Y’know those… flowers? That you got the other day?”

“...The ones with the secret admirer note?”

He winced and closed his eyes in embarrassment, leaning on the threshold of my door.

“Those would be it.”

My mouth fell open as I gave a short laugh in shock, staring at him.

He opened his eyes and laughed with me, taking my hand in his in a loose, but soft hold. I used my other hand to unlock and open the door between us.

“Go on in”

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead before he stumbled into the room, looking around at the posters on the walls as I closed and locked the door behind us. I turned around and watched him gawk at the posters, occasionally pointing at one and whispering “wicked” under his breath. I smiled at him and put my hands behind my back, just admiring him.

He eventually made his way around the room, walking back towards me in the middle. He stood right in front of me, as close as we were downstairs. He looked down at me with a soft smile. He brought his hands back up to my face, holding it softly as if he were to hold any tighter I’d break.

He slowly started to lean in, looking into my eyes as my own started to flutter close, waiting for him to kiss me. I felt his lips barely touching mine before he whispered.

“Did you like the flowers?”

I opened my eyes, staring at him to see him smirking down at me. I shoved him away playfully.

“Oh piss off Weasley”

“What? I want to know!”

I tossed my keys on my nightstand, sitting on my bed and taking off my shoes.

“They’re beautiful. They’re in the bathroom, so I can look at them as I’m getting ready” I said, motioning to the door that led to the restroom. He smiled at me, walking towards me again. He didn’t speak until he stood in front of me again, making me crane my neck to be able to look at him towering over me. He started to move forward, making me instinctively move back with him. He set his hands on the bed, on either side of me, and looked at me directly as he spoke softly, his gaze darting to my lips.

“I’m glad.”

I swallowed, not closing my eyes even as he moved closer. I thought he would do the same thing again, so I followed his lips until he gently kissed me. It was so quick, I thought I had imagined it for a second.

He pulled away and studied my reaction, searching my face. I looked at his eyes before looking back at his lips and going back in, my hands going to the back of his neck.

One of his hands went to rest on my hip, the other still on the bed behind me. He leaned into the kiss, making me lean back farther as he guided me farther onto the bed. He put his legs between mine as I scooted back, slowly climbing over me and onto the bed.

I used one hand to hold me up, the other staying at the nape of his neck, the tops of my fingers in his hair.

He was a really good kisser.

He leaned further, pushing me all the way onto my back as he never broke the kiss. He was leaning on his knees, his hands holding my face. He slowly broke away as my eyes fluttered open.

“I really really like you” He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb softly.

I smiled at him and put my hands on top of his that were on my face.

“I like you, too” I whispered back, looking between his eyes and his lips. He suddenly huffed out in irritation, and fell on top of me with an oof.

“I’m sorry, I’d like to go further, not saying you have to- it’s up to you, of course, but I’m so drunk, and I’d like to- I’m enjoying myself, of course, but-”

I laughed at his rambling before raising his face to meet mine, moving some hair out of his face and cutting him off.

“Fred.”

He stopped talking and grinned, “Yeah sorry I’m quite nervous”

I put my hands on his face, looking him in his eyes and trying to look serious.

“We’re not in any rush. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I really like you and I like kissing you, but we can kiss all day tomorrow. When you’re sober”

His grin grew as I talked, looking at me with admiration.

“Just kiss tomorrow, eh?”

I laughed at him, pushing his face away from me playfully as I moved to sit up.

“All right, you git- how about you focus on getting into bed without passing out first”

He pretended to think before he nodded against my hands and puckered his lips as a silent asking for a kiss. I kissed him and went to pull away, but he pulled me in again and stayed there for a while longer before pulling away. He kissed my forehead and patted my thigh a couple times.

“Scoot over”

I got underneath the blankets, moving to the other side of the bed and opening the blankets for him. He rolled underneath them, groaning the entire way through. I chuckled to myself as I turned around to click the lamp off, scooting so my back was to him. He wrapped his arm around me, taking my hands into his, laying them against my chest. I gave a soft kiss to his knuckles and wiggled a little more to get comfortable, suddenly feeling something against my back.

“Fred?”

“Just ignore it. And don’t move.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one shot

[eremiie]

i dont know if its ok to ask but- jealous possesive eren pleassee.. tyy🤸‍♀️

no, nothing;

❥ eren x reader | 2.4k words | modern au

❥ content: possessive eren wooo, wall sex??, cum play i guess

❥ a/n; yes yes this is late idk what happened??? anyways this is season 4 eren, that’s the vibes this gives me

"what are you doing?"

eren had your jaw in between his fingertips, head pointed up towards him yet eyes darting around to avoid his gaze.

you hated when he was like this— when he thought every little interaction with anyone other than him was some kind of advancement. it irked your nerves, yet your mouth stayed quiet and you stayed compliant when he spoke to you, when he confronted you.

your fingers danced up and down the material of his sweats to distract yourself. "nothing." your voice came out in a low mumble, nervous that if you spoke any louder than you were, eren would find it offensive.

"nothing?"

at least to you it was nothing, only a couple minutes ago before eren called you to stand in between his legs from where he was perched on the railing of the stairs, you were a distance away with your other friends, namely sasha, jean and connie.

it was late at night, moon in the sky as the five of you goofed off in front of connie and sasha's apartment. you had no reason to be out so late— other than the fact that you all were bored. you'd decided to get together at their shared apartment for a small get together but the house quickly became a bore.

connie tried to teach you a skateboard trick that sasha couldn't seem to get the hang of, although he deemed it as "one of the easiest tricks to learn." and since the title of the trick was self proclaimed, you wanted to try to see if it really was that easy. you didn't see any harm in that, you didn't see any harm when you finally attempted the trick and almost fell back, the rough surface of the skateboard flying out from underneath you and jean having to catch you before you injured yourself.

the four of you had a moment of laughter, and you had thanked jean for catching you. you didn't process what you were doing at the time because once again— you found nothing wrong with what you were doing. you found nothing wrong when your hands were encased with connie's for him to steady you, because it was just to steady you. you found nothing wrong when his hands were around your waist to prevent you from falling, and you found nothing wrong when you and jean were play fighting, you getting him back for letting the smoke from the joint ghost right in your face.

but eren did, he always did. every little gesture that was just friendly to you was flirty to him, every little gesture that mean nothing meant something in his eyes. it was irritating, you could always feel his eyes burning into your back, and you always felt like you had to watch your back. you felt like prey that was constantly being hunted, constantly being stalked and watched.

eren took a drag of the joint between the fingertips of his other hand, turning his head to the side to blow the smoke out before looking back down at you again. his gaze was intimidating, the way his eyes were low lidded in boredom— as if he's not surprised. like you have done this before and still haven't learned, even though there was nothing to learn, and a viridian stare that felt like it was looking right through you didn't help to ease the tense feeling in your muscles either.

"what do you mean nothing? you didn't see how they were all over you?" he asked you, tone low much like yours earlier, except it was steady and made you shrink from below him.

do you shake your head no? you didn't see how they were "all over you," but no didn't seem like a good answer for you, then again, you had no reason to lie to him.

"no."

you felt the tips of his fingers on your jaw tighten. eren let out a small incredulous laugh, as if he was in disbelief with your answer. wasn't it obvious? how could you not see the way they were touching you, messing with you, they were practically trying to make eren upset, they always did, and he didn't know how he was the only one who saw it.

his eyes trailed over your body, almost as if he was searching for something. "look at what you're wearing." your eyes skimmed over your attire. it was simple, his jacket draped over your shoulders at his request, covering both you shirt and your shorts completely as it was too big on you.

"eren, theres nothing wrong with what i'm wearing, they don't care,"

"how do you know?" eren furrowed his eyebrows at you in confusion, or maybe slight frustration at the fact that you weren't getting it. his hand dropped down from your jaw to your neck, resting it there while his thumb smoothed over your jawline in a relaxing manner if it wasn't for the conversation at hand. "baby, you're not watching them, i am."

the joint was brought back up to his mouth as he took another hit before letting go of you and sliding off the railing. "sasha," he called out for the girl, her hickory ponytail whipping as she looked towards the two of you. "here." his hand was out with the drug in hand, using his fingers to beckon her over to retrieve it while his other hand snaked around your waist pulling you close to him in a possessive manner.

sasha scurried over from where she was sat on the concrete, saying something to jean and connie before jogging over. "where are you guys going?" she asked as she plucked the joint from eren's fingers, putting it up to her own lips.

"______ needs to get something in the house, we'll be back in a minute."

you shuffled on your feet at his words— you didn't have anything to get.

sasha dismissed the two of you with a nod of her head, walking back over to the other two and repeating what eren said as he took you up the stairs of the apartment complex. he twisted the knob to the apartment until the door swung open, pushing you inside and shutting the door behind the two of you.

"eren, what—" his hand flew to your hips to push you against the door, your back hitting it with a thud that you were sure could've been heard by someone on the other side of the door. he towered over you, eyebrows coming together in aggravation.

"why can't you just fucking listen?" his question came out laced with venom, and you let out a small whimper with how tight he was holding you in place, his hips pressing into yours keeping the distance between the two of you almost nonexistent. "i'm not just saying this shit for no reason, you don't need to be letting them touch all over you. is that what you want?"

"eren—"

"huh?"

you repressed rolling your eyes and held your tongue, not responding to him once more. it almost seemed like your favorite thing to do— leaving him without a response, leaving what you were thinking up for interpretation although it looked like he already knew what you were thinking.

"i'm just trying to do you a favor." he murmured as he studied your face, grip softening just like the features on his face when you didn't respond, only a small pout gracing your features. his hand dipped down until it was underneath the fabric of his jacket, smoothing over the skin on your hip when it slipped between your shorts and shirt. "here,"

his mouth came down to kiss your forehead before pecking kissed down the side of your face, and you closed your eyes. you were used to this, it was the same process every time, he'd get envious, talk to you about it as if it was your fault, and then try to sweet talk you, convince you that it's you, and that it's okay, as if there was an issue in the first place. it happened every time.

eren let both of his hands slide to your ass, lifting you up until you were pushed against the door and leveled with his face. he held you up by your thighs, pressing his self into you and continuing his kisses down your neck.

his teeth nibbled at the soft skin and you held back the noises trying to elicit from your throat. it felt good, it did, he felt warm against you, and despite how he tended to act sometimes; you felt safe when you had him so close to you.

"since you seem to forgot," his hands moved quick, one of them wrapping around your torso to hold you up while the other one moved to pull down your shorts. the cold air of the apartment hit your legs all too quick— goosebumps spreading over your skin that were quickly soothed by eren's warm hand smoothing over your thigh once more. "let me remind you who you belong to."

and there he went, grinding himself against you, attacking your neck with kisses, you were sure he left a couple hickeys that'd be visible in the right lighting.

eren groaned when his finger went down to pull your underwear aside, the warm slick from your cunt meeting the side of his fingers.

he brought his hand up to his mouth, tongue sliding over his index finger as he tasted you, and you bit your lip feeling yourself clench around nothing.

eren shuffled to untie his sweatpants with one hand, then pulling them to his thighs along with his boxers before holding your underwear to the side and sliding into you with one quick motion. "fuck," he groaned feeling you sheath him inside of you.

a soft moan left your parted lips and you grabbed onto eren for support, your fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt as you held onto him, like how he held on to your waist.

his head buried into your shoulder as he pulled out and back into you, groaning into your neck as he continued to kiss you, your back hitting the door with every thrust. "oh, shit—" your sentence came out choppy, every stroke of his was hard, cause you to jolt up every time.

one of eren's hands went down to rub at your thighs before trailing back up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck more to him. you winced, but the hold he had on your hair soon felt like nothing when his lips were on your skin again.

"nobody fucks you like this, yeah?" his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your neck.

you struggled to respond, pleasure was flooding your body and you almost felt incoherent with the way he was fucking you, it felt all too good, it always felt too good. it was something about the way he wanted to fuck you and let you know that you were his, and that you'll never be anyone else's.

"yes, yes." your voice was shaky, and you could feel eren smiling against you. he let go of your locks and moved his hand just a little bit further south to grab your neck instead.

he sped his pace up, and your hips moved to get him deeper— you were practically impaling yourself on him, every time he fucked up into you, you tried to meet his hips.

the lewd noises between the two of you were dirty, they made eren want to fuck you harder, knowing that despite everything that was happening moments ago you were always ready to let him fuck you good. "god, eren," you choked out, feeling his hand around your neck tighten.

you weren't worried about anything else— not about the fact that the other three could walk in at any moment, not about the black spots that were appearing in the corner of your eyes, not about the fact that this was supposed to be your lesson. you were only worried about the way his cock slid against your walls, the way that small tinge of pain made your body jerk when he would hit your cervix yet feel so good at the same time. your were worried about how your clit would hit the fabric of his shirt every time he fucked into you, and how close you were.

and by the way his hips were stuttering, the way his movements were becoming more sloppy, and his grip loosening on your neck, you knew he was close too. "what?" he breathed out, it almost sounded like a pant.

"i'm gonna cum," you moaned, and he dropped his hand from your neck to reach in between the two of you, thumb rubbing your clit in large messy circles until you tightened around eren, a cry of what could have only been his name leaving you as you came around him.

his eyes screwed shut as he felt your slick run down him, when he pulled a little out of you he could see the white ring you left around the base of his cock and he groaned as he used you to get himself off, thrusting into you a few more times before filling you up with his own cum with a grunt.

your legs felt weak, if he were to put you down now you weren't sure if you would be able to stand. so you sat there in his arms for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath and come down from your high. your head was rested against his shoulder and his against your chest.

finally, eren slowly pulled out with a hiss, he was still a little sensitive. he let you step down, still holding onto him to not fall and he pulled your underwear back into place, his fingers pressing the cloth against your cunt  until he could feel his cum wetting the fabric, the squelching noises making you whimper.

"now let's go back out there," he sighed, content with the way you still gripped onto him as you pulled your shorts back up unsteadily.

"and remember who's cum you're filled with when we do."

#eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren aot

[angelatsumu]

gala (m. izuku & b. katsuki)

hello friends! it's been a while, but i am back with some bakugo/izuku x reader food <3

warnings: NSFW! minors DNI or i will eat your whole family. fem!bodied reader, izuku called izzy, izzy calls reader puppy, cucking, thigh riding, m! masturbation, oral (f! giving), cumeating, mean bakugo, dom!izuku & dom!bakugo, very subby!reader, alcohol mention

NSFW under the cut, also not proofread <3

katsuki is not the nicest guy when his gorgeous girl is being so clingy to Deku

your giggle rings through his ears as he watches from across the room, the way you clung to Izuku's arm like a fragile doll was driving him mad. that dress hugged your curves too tight, inching up your side with every keen into izuku, and without thinking he'd slide his hand down and adjust it for you, hands ghosting over your curves. he knew what he was doing, having pro-hero Dynamight's special girl draped over his arm like some prize, some prize he hadn't truly won. katsuki's blood was boiling, but he knew he couldn't cause a scene. after all, Deku had mentioned the gala to him, and he seemed disinterested. when you brought it up, begging to be taken to your first hero gala, he brushed you off, claiming he didn't want to show you off to the world just yet. so, here you were, Deku's prize for the evening. knowing you decided to go with his comrade, Bakugo swore he would only go to the gala to be sure you were safe, that he wouldn't get jealous. the seething was telling a different story.

your emerald ballroom gown that hugged your curves so tightly got hitched on the swell of your thighs once more, catching enough to displace the thigh slit just enough for Deku to blush. once again his hand snaked around your hips, tugging the dress down only slightly, and this time his hand held its place on your hip. a blush rose to your cheeks as your sipped from the champagne flute in your hand, eyes scanning the room for your lover. you knew katsuki too well, and you knew he would be at the event the moment you agreed to Deku's invitation. your eyes met his, and he cut his eyes at you before rolling them. you immediately divert your attention back to Deku as he squeezed you closer to him, clearly aware of your boyfriend's presence. Izuku's touch made you feel hot, the lingering circles he traced into your hips with each flirtacious giggle and stolen glance. you'd be lying if your senses weren't intoxicated on Izuku's hero demeanor, finding yourself at the end of this desire to be saved by Deku.

"how 'bout some water, puppy? you've had quite a few of those." the comment itself was innocent, but the thing that caught you off guard was the nickname that made your knees buckle. he knew, the sly smirk as he handed you a glass of water told it all. "hm, o-okay," you gasped softly, taking the water from him and having a few sips to clear your head. Deku's left hand never leaves your side as he watches you, drinking in your reaction to his words. you felt hot, like you were boiling under your skin. bakugo felt the same, more than aware fo the effects Deku had on his girl. still, he waited. bakugo was amazing at playing the long game, more than willing to edge you for hours to get a point across. still, tonight, watching your hands linger on Deku's chest, eyes gazing into his lustfully, chest heaving at the mere charisma of his friend, he knew something more than edging needed to be done.

just as you were collecting your thoughts from the gutter, deku reaches into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. he grins when he sees the caller and immediately answers. "i knew you couldn't stay away," he starts, eyes scanning the room for your lover. he sighs contently when they lock eyes, listening to your lover's undeciphered words on the other line. "oh, i fully intend to," he remarks, a sly chuckle leaving his lips as he placed his phone back in his pocket. you look to deku with confused eyes, and he beams down at you, squeezing your hip an inch tighter. "puppy, we have business to attend to," he whispered in your ear, placing a chaste kiss against the shell of your ear. you blush deeper, nodding your head slowly and allowing him to lead you from the middle of the ballroom. he ushers you to the elevator, insisting he needed to stop at his hotel room before continuing the evening.

deku has you pressed against the door of his hotel room within seconds of entering, his knee coming between your legs to spread them apart. his lips immediately speckle kisses along your neck, moans leaving your lips. "i-izzy, please," you whine, eyes screwing closed as your curse yourself for allowing your resolve to fade. "i love it when you call me that, doll," he groaned against your skin, large hands roaming your body and settling one on your breast the other on your hip. "call him it again, teddy~". your eyes spring open as you crane your neck to see your beloved boyfriend sitting with his legs crossed in the chair adjacent to the window. deku lets out a groan against your skin, groping your breast over the gown as his presses his thigh into the gap between your legs. "you couldn't just stay quiet for another minute, huh, kacchan?" izuku grins against your skin, feeling your breath hitch as you realize your beloved boys had set you up once again. "daddy wants to watch, teddy. be good to izzy," katsuki scolds you and your cunny throbs at the command. deku's hands reach to bunch up your dress around your waist to reveal you had opted out of panties for the evening, and both boys let out a soft groan. "so you planned on fucking him anyway, huh slut?" deku directs his attention to katsuki, shooting him a warning glare as katsuki holds the menacing, shit-eating grin he normally held.

deku turns back to you lovingly, sliding you onto his thigh so that your bare cunny throbs against his toned muscle. he stood there, entranced by your overwhelmed expression as you worked your hips on his thigh, desperately seeking any stimulation to your swollen clit. "getting your mess all over my emerald suit, puppy~" he teased, earning a chuckle from katsuki. your eyes closed softly as your form subconsciously clung to izuku while you chased your release. you could feel their eyes burning into your skin, and that made your blood run even hotter. deku scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the mattress where he sat on the edge of the bed, sliding his thigh between your legs once more. he held your hips in place to halt your movement, left hand reaching to pinch your cheeks and make you look at him. "i want you to make a mess of my expensive pants, and then, you'll do the same for daddy, okay?" your eyes scan his face for any semblance of joking but found nothing. you sighed, realizing you were in for the longest ride of your life. you nod softly, beginning to work your hips over his toned thigh once more. your cunny dragged against the soft material of his slacks, the texture making your body tense with each roll of your hips. deku took the opportunity to slip your dress off of your shoulders, freeing your breasts for his lips to caress. izuku brought his tongue across your left nipple, sending a chill up your spine as he began circling and nipping at the sensitive bud. "izzy~" you whined, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to bend under the pressure of the brewing pleasure. you could hear the sound of skin slapping, and went to turn your head when izzy's hand stopped you, holding your head in place. "you look at me when you cum, bitch," he grunted, sending your body into a frenzy as your high approached. you bucked your hips faster against him, clit catching the ridges of his slacks with every haphazard rock. his words rang through your ears alongside the grunts from your beloved boyfriend's mouth, and you overheated, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. "good girl," deku grinned, helping you rock your hips through your high as your body slumped over him. when he was content, izuku's movements of your hips stopped, and he held you close to him as you took your time recovering.

once the heave of your chest slowed down a bit, izuku placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, but you craned your neck, whining incoherently about your lips. you needed the intimacy, even if you knew katsuki never let you kiss izuku, saying it was only meant for him. "what's this? puppy wants a kiss?" Izuku's sly eyes cut to Katsuki who crinkles his nose in disbelief, resolving on being meaner to you than had been originally planned. Izuku places a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips and you melt into his touch again, feeling the fire inside you reignite. without a second thought, katsuki had stood and scooped you out of izuku's lap, bringing you over to his chair where he'd been angrily steeping.

"you're not cumming anymore, so I hope that was worth it," katsuki groans, shoving you to your knees. "aw kacchan, come on-" 'shut up. she's my brat, and I decide when she's lost her privilege to cum'. you shiver at the idea of katsuki using your throat and leaving you high and dry. he takes his cock out of his pants, swollen pink tip oozing precum as his hand tangles in your hair. you peer up into his eyes, puppy dog like eyes of yours melting that hard exterior. "fuck" he moans, stroking himself in your face. you whine, knowing he's resolved to make you watch. "daddy~" you sniffle, realizing you crossed the line into unforgivably bad girl and he was not one to show mercy to bad girls. his hand moves quick along his member as he stares down at you, pliant and patient as your thighs rub together to create some sort of friction. "f-fuck, 'm close, you little bitch" he noticed the way the harsh name made your legs tremble when deku mentioned it, and the two men exchanged smirks as your shook from the build-up of your desperately needed release. his angry tip oozed more pre-cum as you writhed and whimpered below him, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you anticipated his release. "come here-" bakugo grunted, taking the back of your head and shoving his long, girthy shaft down your throat, the warmth sending him over the edge as he shot his seed down your throat. the harsh speed of the cum burned your throat, eliciting tears from your soft, fucked out eyes.

katsuki came down slowly, chest heaving as his gaze softened slightly as his beloved girl. "good job, puppy~" izuku whined, his own release creeping upon him as he stroked his cock to the sight before him. you held katsuki's member in your throat, leaned forward on your knees enough for izuku to see your glistening, soaked cunny. at the thought of your velvety walls, he shot ropes of cum all over his hands and fingers. katsuki pulled out of your mouth with a pop, a languid whine leaving your lips at the loss. katsuki grinned at his silly girl, gesturing over to deku. "go clean up izzy's fingers, and kiss him. make him taste himself, puppy," bakugo commanded, a blush rising to your cheeks as you crawled over to izzy. Izuku pressed his fingers into your mouth, drooling pooling and slipping out as he depressed your tongue. once you collected his seed, you leaned forward to plant your lips chastely. deku moaned against your lips, deepening the kiss to swirl his tongue throughout your mouth, definitely catching katsuki's residual seed in his mouth before pulling away with a string of spit. "even my cum tastes better than yours, kacchan" izuku smirks at him, and katsuki furrows his brows at him, sliding his trousers off entirely. "give me twenty minutes, i'll send my puppy over to you with a fresher load to taste, cum eater." izuku blushes at the thought, shaking his head as he pets your hair softly.

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