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honeipie · 3 days

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THE MOMENT

izuku x fem!reader

synopsis: izuku is asked the exact moment that he fell in love with his wife, and he knows exactly when

authors note: why do i keep writing about podcasts all of a sudden lmaoooo 😭 also i proofread this when i was tired asf so if it’s bad sorryyyy

“it’s really nice to have you here mr. midoryia! thank you for agreeing to join us on our podcast. we know how busy you are saving the country, so it’s nice to see you in a different light” the man flashed him a smile, which izuku was happy to return.

“yeah of course! i figured i should see why everyone is telling me that this podcast is so great” izuku crossed one of his legs over the other. his pr team thought it’d be a good idea to branch out from the regular news interviews and talk shows, so they had scheduled him a podcast episode on the number one podcast in japan.

“so having the number one hero with us is of course a prime opportunity to pick your brain. all about your hero work, who your role models were throughout the years, and maybe let us look behind the big deku label and just let us get to know midoryia izuku if you allow”

izuku nodded with his picture perfect smile “i’d like that. most people don’t respect that i’m an actual person and not just some figure with no feelings, so i really appreciate that”

the host nodded looking down at his phone “so first we wanted to give you a big congratulations! you are your wife are celebrating your second year of marriage. that must be nice”

“yes we did! thank you from both of us really. i took some time off and we had a really, really nice vacation together. it was nice to be away from all the eyes for a while”

“of course! i know it can probably get hard with all the fans that you have. everybody wanting an autograph, kids lining up to meet you, both women and men alike wanting a chance with you even though you’re clearly married. how do you deal with that in your relationship?”

“a lot of communication, like, a lot” izuku nodded his head slowly just to make his point “we set boundaries to make sure we’re comfortable with everything that happens. like one thing she’s not very comfortable with is fans kissing me on the cheek, and i totally respect that! the first time it happened we did have a bit of falling out but we communicated and got through it”

the host nodded his head listening along “he’s not just good at saving the world folks! he’s also a relationship pro”

this made both of them laugh easing away any underlying tensions that were there before.

“staying on the topic of your relationship we have a question. every week we ask people what questions to ask to our guests when they come onto the show, and the most asked question was this. what was the exact moment that you fell in love with your wife? i mean she must’ve done something to make you look at her the way you do”

“hearty question,” he joked rubbing his hand against his chin “but i’m pretty sure i know when. it was back in UA, third year. it was our last big event before we graduated and i was struggling to get ready”

he could imagine it like it happened yesterday. third year izuku midoryia stood looking at himself in the mirror with an annoyed look on his face. it had been three years and he still hadn’t learned how to tie his damned tie. the lump of a tie sat dead center on his chest staring right back at him, taunting him.

it’s not like he didn’t try to learn. he had kacchan try to teach him. that didn’t end well. he had his mom try too, and he ended up getting his hands tangled. and youtube? forget it.

he silently cursed to himself taking off the tie once more. there were three soft knocked at his door, which at this point, annoyed him further.

“kacchan i said i’d be right out! could you at least wait five minutes before coming back?”

“izuku? it’s me” your voice alone made his shoulders ease. he came over to the door shaking his head.

“i’m sorry y/n. i thought you were kacchan-“ when he finally got a good look at you all of his words caught in his throat. you were wearing a sage green dress that went down to your ankles. he wasn’t complaining though because on the left there was a slit where he got a good view of your legs “but you are definitely not him”

you walked past izuku white heels clicking against the floor “i sure hope not. i don’t think he can pull of this dress like i can” izuku shut the door softly then made a beeline over to you. as soon as you turned around you noticed he was leaning down to kiss you “woah there pretty boy,” you held up a single finger blocking his lips “attitude check first, kisses later. what’s the matter?”

he sighed when you rejected his advances “i don’t have an attitude-“

he stopped when you made your ‘don’t lie to me face’

“fine,” he stood in the mirror and watched as you stood next to him. you looked stunning. the way you wore the dress like it was perfectly crafted for you had him staring long and hard. it made him feel like a doofus beside you with his slightly messy hair and chunky tie.

“i can’t get my tie right”

you snorted turning him towards you “you’re acting like that’s new news” he rolled his eyes at your comment pulling away from your hands “no! baby i’m sorry i didn’t mean it” your hands gently grabbed his wrists pulling him back “i’ll do it for you”

his eyebrows scrunched together as you started slipping off his tie “you know how to tie ties? how? why? when?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his confused state going to wrap the tie around his neck again straightening it out “my grandma taught me. she said that i need to learn if it i ever find that special man in my life. i didn’t really believe her because who the hell would i be tying a tie for?”

he watched carefully as you flipped the tie around with ease. folding it this way, then slipping it through one of the openings. he also watched your face. concentrated on the task at hand. his heart was racing by the time you slide the perfect knot up to his neck. tilting your head you nodded.

“but i’m glad she did y’know,” you grabbed the middle of his tie pulling him in for a kiss. he wrapped one of his arms around your waist and the other hand went securely on your back. when you pulled away there was a stupid grin on your face “cause there’s no one else i would want to do this for”

it was like he was getting hit by a truck of nostalgia. all the feelings he felt in that moment came rushing back to him. the swoop of his stomach when you pulled him into the kiss. the alarms blaring in his head from the new sensation.

he. was. in. love.

the kind of love people look for in movies, books, shows. he found that in you.

he sighed into the kiss going to move you against the wall. you had your hands on his waist trying to steady yourself. when he pulled away your face was flushed from his sudden actions. which he made sure not to mention in the podcast.

“well maybe i should do your ties more often”

“yeah.. you should”

izuku snapped out of the memory finally placing himself back into reality “that’s how i remember it. i don’t know if my wife remembers differently” he shrugged with a smile on his face.

“wow, that is straight out of a romance book. so does she still tie your ties today?”

izuku nodded “oh yeah, i don’t trust anyone else to do it. even on our wedding day i forced her to tie it. she was all worried about me seeing her before the wedding so i covered my eyes”

you stood there in your white dress trying not to laugh at your 6 foot husband covering his face like a child playing hide and seek “you really want me to do this?”

“please honey”

“only since you asked so nicely, but no peeking!” walking over you went to put his tie on like you did every other time. when you finished you gave his chest a pat “there you go champ”

“y/n.. you didn’t give me a kiss”

“what?”

he let out a childlike sigh “every time you do my tie you pull me in for a kiss. that’s how this works”

now you laughed.

“izu we can’t kiss before we have the wedding. it’s not the way it goes”

“i won’t tell anyone!”

after a couple moments of silence he could feel a tug on his tie as you drew him close. it was a quick kiss, but just enough to get him through.

the host nodded along a bit jealous that his love life wasn't as magical.

"if only we could all be like you and your wife deku”

“i get that a lot. my wife’s pretty great”

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envysparkler · 2 days

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“Do you really know Wonder Woman?” Jason asked, peering at the trophies that were spread throughout the Cave. There were rows and rows of costumes, Batman and Robin both, and Jason was reminded all over again that Bruce had been doing this for years. Jason didn’t remember a time before Batman, he’d seemed as ubiquitous as the smog that choked the streets right up until he’d slammed a tire iron into the mass of shadows and learned about the human underneath. “I mean, personally? Outside of crime fighting?”

He might’ve believed Batman knew Wonder Woman, but Bruce Wayne had always seemed like a bit of an idiot, and watching him attempt to blearily cut pancakes with a fork and spoon this morning had only confirmed it.

“Yes, Jason,” Bruce sounded amused from all the way over by the Batcomputer. “I know Diana. This is the fifth time you’ve asked me that question, by the way.”

Jason rolled his eyes. So maybe it was, but he wasn’t convinced! “I don’t know, B,” Jason said, wrinkling his nose up at a brilliantly colored peacock of a costume with a high, flared collar and a deep neckline. “I’m still waiting on some proof.”

“Mh-hmm,” Bruce said. “Is that what you came down here for? To pester me into letting you meet Wonder Woman?”

“No!” Jason whirled on him in a tone of deep outrage. That was a secondary goal, he just didn’t want to miss an opportunity. “Alfred said you wanted to see me.”

Bruce blinked, before his face light up with comprehension. “Oh, yes, I nearly forgot! I have something for you.” Jason trotted over to the Batcomputer to watch Bruce rummage through a stack of files. He darted a quick glance at the computer, but whatever Bruce had been working on was closed.

The man hadn’t forbade him from entering the Cave after Jason had Figured Out the Secret—read: caught Bruce dressing the massive bruise across his stomach, which on its own wasn’t suspicious, but with Bruce’s wide-eyed look of guilt and surprise, assembled the pieces together—but Jason didn’t want to test the limits. So far, he only wandered where Bruce let him, even though he was itching to get his hands on those bat-shaped throwing stars.

“Here,” Bruce emerged with an envelope, which Jason took with a healthy degree of wariness. It was Gotham, where ordinary packages meant fear toxin or laughing gas or a hundred other deadly gags. “Go on, open it!”

Jason considered it for another long moment, but decided that Bruce hadn’t rigged it to explode. He opened the envelope and peeked inside.

“This is money,” Jason stated, staring at the cash. The bills all looked like twenties, and there was at least twenty of them in there. Probably closer to five hundred dollars. He looked up at Bruce, who was smiling tentatively at him, and carefully didn’t touch any of the bills. “Uh, what’s this for?”

“It’s an allowance.”

“An allowance?” Jason stared, puzzled at the envelope. He’d heard of allowances—Sandra from next-door-before-he-lived-on-the-streets had gotten ten bucks each week for watching her baby siblings and Ty from the-first-foster-home had gotten some spending cash if he did his chores, but Mom never had the money to spare to pay Jason to help around the house.

Not a problem for a guy as rich as Bruce, but Jason hadn’t done any chores here. Much less five hundred dollars’ worth of chores.

“Is it enough?” Bruce asked, looking concerned. Enough? Enough for what?

Before Jason could open his mouth to respond, the Batcomputer emitted a shrill alert and Bruce’s countenance changed completely, going from an open, soft smile, to something harder and focused.

“I’m sorry, Jason, I have to get this,” Bruce said, not looking away from the screen. “Why don’t you head up for bed? And let me know if you need more.”

Jason knew better than to interrupt him and he headed up the stairs as Bruce began speaking in a low voice to someone who sounded like Commissioner Gordon. He didn’t realize he’d taken the envelope with him until he reached his room.

He set it down on his dresser. Bruce hadn’t told him what he had to do to earn his allowance, and Jason didn’t want to touch it until he confirmed it wasn’t like, shoveling shit or something. He’d ask him tomorrow.

But part of him was still warmed by the gesture. Bruce was treating him like he was his real kid, not like a foster kid only around for a stipend or to look charitable in the eyes of other people. Jason flopped down on his bed and considered, not for the first time, how lucky he was.

He had a huge mansion to live in, and he got to go to a fancy school starting Monday, and he apparently got five hundred dollars just for doing his chores.

#my snippets #bruce&jason #baby jason gets his first allowance #from a billionaire #this is totally not a suspicious amount of cash or anything #deleted scene from paying dues

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finniestoncrane · 1 day

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Could you possibly write a smut thingy with Egon Spengler as the reader(female) professor? Love your work!!

Egon Spengler x Fem!Professor!Reader, word count: 1k i am refreshing my memory on learning styles and turning my least favourite word into a positive thing with this one anon lmao ❤ he gog on my ped until i geeeeeeeeee👻 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: i've attmpted a bold reader once more, confident reader, masturbation/handjob, ruined orgasm ehehehe

As your students filtered out of the small seminar room, you noticed Egon trying to push against the currents, standing a whole foot taller than most of them, some of them more, and catching your eye with a small, awkward smile as he managed to get through the throngs.

He stood silently for a moment, awkwardly fiddling with his glasses before he spoke to you.

"Your attendance is impressive."

"Is that surprising?"

You teased him with a coy smile, watching the way he was flustered immediately. He was usually so firm, unflappable, especially given his line of research, but around you he seemed to lose all confidence.

"N-no, I was admiring it. Pointing it out. That almost seemed like more students going out than have your class on their schedules.

"What can I say? I know how to keep them interested."

You turned, walking to the desk in the corner of the room with a distinct wiggle to your hips. Egon's pupils widened as he watched you, mumbling to himself.

"I can see why."

"How can I help you, Doctor Spengler?"

He was snapped out of his daze, eyes flitting swiftly back up to meet yours in a panic. Not only had he been caught drooling over your backside, now he had to think of a lie on the spot.

"Uh... I wanted to... discuss with you the... importance of..."

It hit him, a strike of inspiration, a good follow-through from his previous statement.

"... The importance of adapting your teaching methods in order to engage with the largest proportion of students. I imagine it's something you're very familiar with, given how interested your students are. Is this something you work on? Or does it come naturally?"

You smiled softly, watching as he relaxed into his excuse and deciding to punish him, just a little, for not being more straightforward with you.

"Well, I think it might be slightly natural on my part. I can read people very well, Doctor Spengler."

"You can?"

He tensed up as you walked out from behind the desk, taking slow, purposeful steps towards him.

"Oh yeah, I know what's going on inside their minds. What they need... or what they want. You might even consider me an example of your psychic studies."

He swallowed deeply, pronounced Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he pushed his nerves down, his face remaining as calm as was possible in the face of your bold approach. You were close to him, and only coming closer, backing him into the board on the wall, with nowhere else to go.

"So... how does this help with your students?"

Egon's efforts to keep up the facade were admirable, but you could see the slight blush on his cheeks, the way his eyes darted from your body to the ceiling, and youhad to admit that this more sheepish nature, as opposed to his often blunt and dry responses, was doing a lot for you.

"It helps to know how best to reach them. I know that some students prefer to listen and learn, that works for a majority. Audio and visual learning is the sort of default state. But others need a different approach, and it's important to facilitate that. I find it benefits those who can't just ask for help to offer them a more... tailored approach of my own accord."

He seemed to get the message, as his cheeks flushed a deeper hue, his glasses steaming up slightly in the center of the lenses. Sensing that you were perhaps offering a more suggestive opportunity to him than he had expected, he continued to play along.

"Can you... can you provide an example?"

"Of course, Doctor Spengler, let's take you for example! I think that you're probably the kind of person who learns better in a one-on-one environment. Perhaps you would be better suited to some private tutelage."

Ever stoic in appearance, even now as he felt his pants beginning to tent with his growing arousal, Egon nodded, considerate and firm.

"Yes, that does sound very appropriate."

"Mhm... and you strike me as a kinesthetic learner... Someone who requires a very tactile, hands on approach..."

He had begun to agree with you, but the words were strangled into a soft yelp as your hand met his crotch. You felt his cock pulsing against your palm, a twitch of the length as your fingers travelled up towards the belt of his brown slacks.

Undoing it with ease, you turned your attention to his fly, undoing it and reaching into the fabric to pull his cock free. His body fell against the wall, completely undone by that first gesture, quivering as you began to stroke him.

A heat rose within him, bringing with it a confidence that bolstered his own movements as he leaned his head down, nuzzling against your neck. His soft curls tickled at your skin, his breath soft, panting, into your ear as you worked his cock.

Egon's hands pulled at your waist, tugging you, bringing you closer to his body, wanting to feel you on him as he threatened to reach his climax. But as he began to cling tighter to you, body keening, you pulled away, watching him stumble after you. He bucked his hips once into the air, an instinctual urge to search for friction, to continue his impending orgasm, but instead all he found was your knowing, mischievous smile, arms folded across your body, eyes lidded as you watched him push his cock back into his pants.

"I do think that's all we have time for, unfortunately. But did you learn anything valuable from our discussion, Doctor Spengler?"

He grumbled a little, disappointment on his face.

"I think I did."

"Good. Well. If you ever need to recap anything, my office door is always open."

As you walked away from him, he raised an eyebrow, smiling with suspicion, but hope. He was quick to follow you, however, following like a lost puppy. If you weren't going to your office now, then at least he could take a seat outside and wait for you. He was very willing to put off the rest of his day's work for the chance at some more of your private tutoring.

#i dont really know EXACTLY what pedagogy means but i just know that whne i'm in a room with more than one academic #someone is definitely going to say it at least three times #finnie writes #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters fandom #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler x you #egon x fem!Reader #ghostbusters egon #egon spengler fanfic #egon spengler fanfiction

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jrow · 2 days

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May Prompt (22)

Day 21 here. Start from the beginning here.

Night

The night has always been his saviour.

No matter how bad things are, he’s always known he’ll survive if he makes it to the night.

As a child, the night provided refuge from the people he didn’t understand and expectations he could never meet.

By university he knew the language of the masses, but also knew they would never understand his. The nights alone—away from the judgment and ridicule of his peers—were the main reason he survived.

As an adult, nights are where he’s done his best thinking, the dark and quiet acting as a catalyst for creative thinking and snowballing of ideas. Most people lose their grasp of reality at night, with anxiety and self doubt taking over. It’s the opposite for him—the answers, the truth, often become clear when the rest of the world is asleep.

When he was on the run, the nights kept him sane. It was only under dark skies that he allowed himself to think of home. To think of John. To imagine fairytales of what might await his return. He always knew they were just fantasies, but they kept him going.

These past few days, night has served as his North Star, his goal. God, he loves Rosie, but …. well, after dealing with the chaos that is a toddler, it’s nice to love her when she’s quieting and sleeping like an angel.

This evening has been … a challenge. There is a ten step process for bedtime. Each step is absolutely essential—as he learned the hard way that time he tried to skip step six, walking the dirty clothes the hamper. Tonight, Rosie fought every step of the routine and it took nearly an hour and a half.

He understands why. It was a day of “big feelings” for the both of them. The three of them, actually. Because John is home.

John was discharged in the late afternoon and Rosie had been a ball of excited nervous energy since then. Lots of jumping. Lots of falling. Lots of smiles. Lots of tears. Lots of everything.

Lots.

He had insisted on doing bedtime. It was better for him everyone. Rosie has gotten used to him over the past few days and John is still … well … fragile in a way. John had put up a cursory argument but was tired himself and quickly acquiesced.

And now, Rosie is asleep and she is safe. When she wakes, she will be precocious and funny and perfect. That he has had some hand in that may be his greatest achievement.

He closes the door to her room and makes his way to John’s. Now that Rosie is sleeping—now that it is night—he has time to work on the case.

It’s funny in a way how things change. If something like this had happened when he first met John, he would have left him alone in the hospital and been off working on the case immediately. Wouldn’t even have heard about the assassination attempt. If this had happened after knowing John for a year, he would have kidnapped John from the hospital so they could work on the case together, health consequences be damned. If this had happened around the time John got married, he would have spent every second focused on finding the man who attempted to murder John. Then he would have killed him. Then he would have solved the case. Then he would have visited John.

But now … well, solving the case is important but it’s hardly the priority. At least not during the day when the world is awake. But now it’s night.

John should be going to sleep—the man is clearly exhausted. But the fool wants to help. So they struck a deal. They would work together in John’s room, with John lying in bed. He is sure John will fall asleep in no time.

“I thought I’d start going through the pile of new surveillance footage,” John says through a yawn.

Yes, John will be asleep in within 5 minutes.

“Good idea, I’ll go through the case files. Something connects these stores, I just need to find out what,” he says, plopping down in the chair at the foot of the bed.

He had thought the thefts were random—crimes of opportunity—but now he sees everything was planned to a t. Which means the stores, and the order they were targeted, were picked for a reason.

Ten minutes later, John drops the tablet he’s been watching before startling awake.

“Go to bed, John,” he says quietly, picking up the tablet and gently moving it to the side table.

“Mmmkay,” says John, laying his head on his pillow before mumbling, “big plans tomorrow.”

“What’s that?” he asks quietly, not expecting an answer.

But he gets one, mumbled as it is. “We should go for cake. Three of us. Is the weekend. Cake then gift.”

He freezes. The gift. He’d almost forgotten. It seems like so long ago. It seems like it just happened.

“We don’t need to…” he starts, but stops as he sees John is asleep.

God damn it, Mycroft is right. He hates when Mycroft is right. He needs to tell John the truth about the chase. About John’s fall. He needs a do over or whatever the hell the term is. If he tells John, then maybe he can open that damn gift without his guilt eating him alive.

He picks up the tablet to move it to the sitting room. The screen wakes up, revealing the final image John was looking at. A young couple at the counter in New Cavendish, looking at rings, presumably. A uniformed constable is leaving.

His eyes go wide and he drops the tablet, diving to get the case notes he was just reading. Yes, there it is. The owner of Cox and Power explaining the store had been visited by a friendly unnamed constable the day the store was robbed.

He drops to the floor and crosses his legs, arranging all the notes so they are laid out in front of him. The sound of John snoring softly acting as his soundtrack.

It’s time to work.

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neet-elite · 1 day

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↳ EVENT 23. Elliott (Anal)

Pairing: Elliott / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,516 Warnings: anal, first time anal sex, sex toys, strap on, pegging Prompt(s): 19 — anal Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: every time i write for elliott i feel as though im learning the dictionary all over again lmao. i like to try and use language i feel is fitting for the character im writing for, though... so i hope this translates well! even if it's a little outside of my usual writing style (yknow?). anyway. love ruining put together men thank you <3

A nauseating ball of anxiety twists tight in his tummy, wound up in his core to feign sickness, or panic. It's a feeling he's used to, given how often his mind runs wild with worrisome faux scenarios, a cascade of tormenting scenes that play out in his cluttered mind day in, day out. He'd never describe himself as a worrywart, but he knows others might... Do, in fact, view him as some sort of flighty man, an anxiety riddled creature who'd jump ship if given the opportunity. Certainly, that's not how he'd identify himself, and the thought alone only serves to turn his tummy some more.

Rather, a man of eloquence suits him better, don't you think? Of words aplenty, flowery, perhaps. But nonetheless genuine. Honest in his approach to life, enjoying the various little things that litter his day to day, taking great pleasure in the simple fancies because even those are worth his utmost attention. See, he doesn't worry out of a unease, but rather, he worries because he's concerned with giving all of his care and attention to so many things. Remaining sincere in his appreciate of all he comes across, simply because that's the kind of man he is.

Which is why it's difficult for him to swallow the disgusting truth that he wishes only for the opposite as you nestle yourself quite prettily between his thighs, leaving him heaving for air on his back before anything has even truly happened. And just like how he wants to lie to your face right now, that lump of nerves in his tummy one might so easily mistake for stress, or panic, is instead borne out of sheer appreciation. A greedy lustful itch he's yet to satisfy, a metaphorical wrecking ball to his otherwise well kept and put together outward appearance. Him? A filthy pervert? Horribly so. In fact, much more than you might initially think. Much like how the townsfolk take him for a fretting fusspot, he'd ideally like to keep up the gentlemanly facade you've grown so accustomed to over the many months of getting to know him, you need not know how he truly is, even if it goes against his natural order.

Although, you know him better than most, don't you? Easily recognisable in the way your nails dance so nicely down his open thighs, the pretty understanding smirk you adopt when his cock twitches in response. Laid bare before you and yet still he attempts to deceive— all in vain, of course. The weight of your body on the bed with him causes his ass to dip down, cock sprung forward as if begging for your utmost attention. Which wouldn't be a lie, chewing on his bottom lip out of frustration for how honest his body is when it comes to you. But he hopes you'll provide him enough space to mislead, just a little. At least until his heart calms down, until his tummy stops filling with butterflies at the doe eyed stare you so graciously offer him. From below, it's easy for him to confuse you for an angel.

If not for the silicone cock adorning your heavenly waist.

Which is only half a lie, he realises, given that he still thinks you look as innocent as ever despite the offending object. And besides, who's to say that angels can't be a little naughty every now and again? His heart full of love at the gentle caress of your hand, how it trails so delicately up and down his exposed thighs, from knee to almost his cock; oh, you're so good at teasing him. A bead of precum dripping from his eager cock at the slight touch— you'll be the death of him one day, he's sure of it.

"It's okay if you aren't ready, love." Your voice calls to him, silky smooth and full of concern, the kind that just gets to him, makes his cock feel all funny with how hard it gets when recognising your sincere affections for him. He's said it before, and he'll probably say it again, but just knowing that you love him is the greatest turn on in the world. To be loved is inherently provocative, don't you think? To expose himself physically is one thing, but to do so emotionally is another; the vulnerability of showing you even the more lewd parts of his existence is a little more overwhelming than it is to undress before you.

Which is why he's refraining, for now.

"No, it's— It's not that..." He trails off half-heartedly, nose wrinkling for a second in distaste for his inability to voice his concerns in a thoughtful manner. It's not because he doesn't trust you— in fact, he thinks you'd respond well to his obscene obsession. He's just not completely sure how to reconcile that fact with himself.

He's already gotten this far, right? Hinted at the salacious act of pegging once or twice; mostly when he was drunk on wine, mind you. Though he doesn't blame you for taking advantage of his loose lips, knowing deep down that despite the current twist in his tummy, he'd do the exact same to you if the roles were reversed.

Can he really just out himself as a dirty pervert to you, though? Even in the privacy of the shared four bedroom walls, can he spill his untamed thirst for you? The ever present greed to swallow you whole, the need to be swallowed whole by you. A self serving must, a right, to own and be owned. A difficult thing to resign to, selfish ownership. Distracting himself by dropping his gaze down your body idly, from your pretty smiling face, sucking air in quickly through his taut jaw at the sight of your tits, throat drying up the second he spots how perky your nipples have become before him. And further, narrowing in on your tummy; do you feel the same way as he does? A sickly compulsion, where he is fixated on being ruined, are you just as similarly focused on ruining? And further still, his gaze lands on the toy you wear. Shiny under the dim cabin lighting, but nonetheless demanding his attention. Promising by your hips to soothe all of his aches and pains, if only he'd indulge you a little further. Spill the truth of his erotic desires, show himself for the man he really is:

A good for nothing, cock leaking at the mere thought, balls heavy with seed just for you, foul little pervert.

And given that you're currently wearing something so dirty, clad in nothing by the strap on picked exclusively for him, he figures you must be his soulmate. A match made in filthy heaven, don't you think?

So he sighs, heavy yet stunted. Cut off by a brief cough to clear his throat and mind before revealing his true self to you. Better to rush it out than to let it stew and risk proving the town right, he thinks. He's not a worrier, he just wants to give you all the care and attention you deserve.

"Truth be told, love... I'm, I'm quite excited, actually," Light laughter escapes him at his words, matched perfectly by a twitch in his cock when you nod knowingly back at him. Of course, though he may have tried to hide his true nature, you've known all along, haven't you? "Perhaps a bit too much, I think. The sight alone of you sitting there is enough, truly," He elaborates, bringing a hand up to cup at your cheek softly to show his tender affection. "But I'm afraid I won't be able to control my desire, is all."

And the gentle giggle you let out in response, tumbling from your lips so sweetly, your voice a dulcet tone to lull him into doing whatever you so much as ask him to— the hold you have on him errs on the side of ridiculousness, the kind of love he only ever writes about in his plentiful stories. His one and only muse, bending down over him to leave him gasping at the contact the strap on inevitably makes with his prepped asshole. There couldn't be a better time to experience his first, right?

"To be honest, Elly," You start, mimicking his action by cupping his cheeks, squishing them together to lightly peck at his lips in between loving giggles. He's so in love with you it makes his cock harder, throbbing under your barely there touch as your body hovers above his own, his hips squirming against the cool silicone prodding at his asshole in excitement. It's shameful to admit, but to feel so small and weak under your endless bouts of adoration is thrilling. Pleasure rolling down his spine when you take to kissing him a little slower, more tender with your lips on his that he can't help but to instinctively open up for you.

Only for you to leave him high and dry, an uncharacteristic whine escaping him at the loss of love. Instead, he bares witness to your dainty— as compared to him— hands locking onto his hips, angling the dildo just right against his ass to force his brows to knit together in enjoyment, the lopsided grin you offer him promising more than he cares to imagine right now. Focused solely on how it feels to have you rim the outside with the faux tip, his eyes squeezing shut in preparation for what is to inevitably come next. "I'd rather you were unable to control yourself." You finish up you previous sentence, taking the opportunity of his confused state to gently, so gently, push the tip of your cock inside of him, rocking ever so slowly until the tip is fully engulfed and he feels like he just learnt how to breathe again.

Briefly, he muses to himself how he thinks he ought to be a little scared right now. Worried over the new experience, anxious about all of the new sensations he's currently, and will, experience. But to see you beaming down at him so innocently, the look of pure love on your face as you continue to roll your hips into his expertly lubed up hole, enjoyment present in the way your nails dig into his waist for purchase; he's not scared because it's you.

And to have you between his legs, fucking your cock into him with so much careful focus, checking in with him with hooded eyes and mouthed i love you's, is more than he could ever hope for. Your mere existence stabilizing him enough to let him throw his head back in enjoyment, doing his best to concentrate on the feeling of your weighty cock inside, moving with you as you rock against him until he reaches the hilt and his cock pulses with barely contained need.

He's ashamed because of how much he wants more. Brows furrowed, pouting back at you with an unknown emotion clinging to his chest. He's not even sure of what he's saying until he says it, the tone of his voice unusually strained and breathy.

"Faster, please."

Unable to keep up with his perversion, by the time he's aware of what he's just asked for his cheeks are already heating up, long hair tousled by your unbridled want to keep him happy; which in turn on turns him on more— God, he's never been harder before in his life. Something about the sheer vulnerability of his position right now, probably, allowing you to take his first time so thoughtfully; he needs more. Cock just aching for you as you explore his insides, the pressure your cock offers him is exquisite, something he can't quite describe with his current vocabulary but nonetheless good. Something he wants to continue, unknowingly rocking his hips with you in a seeking of more, incapable of shutting up for even just a second to hear your divine sighs and moans through his own tumbled and broken sobs. Various grunts and gasps escaping him with every hefty thrust from your cock, stretching him open in ways he's never experienced before but God he wants to experience it again and again. Hand automatically coming to the base of his cock to squeeze at, a pout upon his lips to communicate thank you, thank you, thank you.

For making him feel so good, for trusting him enough to help discover this previously unknown side to him, for fucking him so full that his cock throbs with every thrust, for allowing him to stroke his fat cock just to the feeling of you fucking into him, for smiling down at him so sweetly like that, ruining his concentration in the loveliest of ways by distracting him with such a cute face. And you sound even better too, all light and breathy, unable to keep up with how fast you fuck him; serves you right, he inwardly muses to himself. You've left him so breathless, mouth left agape every time you fuck your cock fully inside, pushing against some deep part of him that has him folding in on himself; so you can choke a little too, can't you?

As a treat, he thinks. A reward for matching his depravity. Fisting his cock in tandem with your thrusts; which, given how unfairly swiftly you rock into him, is no surprise that thumbing at his slit a few times prompts him into warning you of his approaching end. Begging for you to continue fucking him to help him reach his high, throwing his head back as much as he arches his back, chest pressing into you to help you fuck him down your fake cock.

It just feels too good. Mind numb and body tingling with desire, pooling in his tummy like earlier. Of course, he knows his fist very well, stimulating his cock deftly while you stutter your hips into him. But there's enjoyment to be hand in how endearing your efforts are in fucking him properly, his legs locking behind your back so that your forced to be flush against him, allowing you only to desperately rock against that hidden sweet spot of his.

And it only takes a few humps for him to come undone. Spilling hot seed right into the palm of his hand while you're buried as deep as possible in his tight ass, the feeling of his hole squeezing and contracting around the firm toy leaving him gasping for air as he bucks against it. Fat load shot against his tummy, some of it reaching his chest from how hard he cums while warming your cock. And immediately, he knows that you've ruined him. Spoiled him, even. Resigning, even, as he grows soft in his too tight grip, wincing at the sticky feeling covering his whole front, catching sight of your lovesick smile shot from above, that he can feel the itch resetting in his tummy already. Perverted, right?

It seems he's more than a little addicted now. And he puts all his trust in you to help scratch him just right.

#500 event!#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv elliott smut #stardew valley elliott smut

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soap promised he wouldn't bother you at work - he lied

minors - do not interact

pairings: johnny "soap" mactavish x gn librarian reader, part of my poly 141 x librarian!reader idea

warnings: just soap being an impatient/horny ADHD boyfriend! also apologies for the horrible scottish dialect, i'm doing my research and learning as i go! as always this was written with a fat reader in mind. thanks for reading 🩷

next up will be ghost or price 🥰

"dinnae make ya' bored, lovie?"

you place another perfectly hole-punched document on your already massive pile, grinning at soap's curiosity. he'd been watching you work for only a matter of minutes and already his hands were tapping on the table between you, needing some kind of release. or tension.

"i told you, it's peaceful for me to follow a process," you laugh quietly, eyes remaining on the sheets of paper in front of you. most of it seems to be release forms and permission slips, but none of it really pertains to you or your duties. just the hole punching to make for an easy friday.

your answer doesn't satiate johnny's impatience, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder towards the public entrance to the building. "'s already quiet. too quiet. this's really all ya do when no one's around?" his tone is incredulous, like a child finding out their parents aren't superheroes and therefore extremely dull.

"didn't i say this would happen? i specifically recall saying 'soap, you'll get bored out of your mind and i won't be able to entertain you."

he beams, recalling the moment with glee. "aye, i remember. like it when you scold me a bit," he leans forward, giving you the same look he shot at you on your first date with the rest of the task force. the same look he wears when he wants you, craves you. all shining teeth and chapped lips, accentuating the flirtatious glint in his eyes as he stands up from his chair.

"johnny..." you try to warn him, but your voice slips lower than intended and it only ignites the fire in his irises.

"yeah, jus' like tha', love," he smirks, striding around the table until he can pull you up from your seat. his lips are immediately on yours, hands pulling at your hair for a better angle, desperate for more of you. he tastes salty but smells like heaven and home -- odd for you to correlate johnny and home so quickly, but your mind doesn't have time to untangle that web.

soap is kissing you, his tongue licking into your mouth as one of his hands leaves your hair, pushing you towards the table once more. you perch yourself on the edge, his large hands pushing your knees apart until you're spread wide for him. the warmth of his hips against yours is so welcome, you gasp, mind swimming with desire and want.

soap is kissing you.

soap is kissing you. at work, in the middle of the library.

you yelp his name as the reality hits you, pushing abruptly at his shoulder so you can attempt to lean back. it doesn't work, strong arms anchoring you to a frame packed with even more hardened muscle. it occurs to you if there were ever a moment you truly needed to get away from johnny -- or the others for that matter -- you couldn't. you simply would not be able to run or fight them.

maybe that shouldn't thrill you, but it does. especially when johnny does allow you space and smiles down at you so cheerfully with swollen lips, cradling your face and keeping you close.

"dinnae stop sayin' that, gorgeous, sounds so good outta your mouth," he huffs, mouth escaping down your neck, at least giving you the opportunity to make sure you were still alone.

"your name??" you ask in shock, having trouble keeping up with his words while his hands begin to explore. your fight for privacy is quickly dwindling, breath catching as his hands slip over your ass and squeeze hard. "johnny--" somehow, your fingers end up in his cropped mohawk.

his laugh is low, vibrating the column of your throat before he speaks. "jus' like that, love."

#soap x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #taskforce 141 x reader #poly 141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #fat reader #plus size reader #mine

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✤ Co-Workers Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ You Drive Me Round The Bend by TheCellarDoor / @donotdialnine {M, 77k}

In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.

2️⃣ Have Love, Will Travel by @kingsofeverything {E, 97k}

Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

3️⃣ Looking Through You by @allwaswell16 {E, 41k}

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

4️⃣ After Hours by thilia {E, 99k}

Liam is bored with his job at the law firm. Nothing exciting ever happens. That changes drastically when he agrees to mentor the boss’s sixteen year old son, who turns heads wherever he goes. Especially Liam’s colleague Louis seems unable to resist the boy’s charms. Liam never thought he’d get to see this much of both of them, or that mentoring would turn into an R-rated event or that it would suddenly make his own love life a whole lot more interesting…

5️⃣ Take Me Higher Than I've Ever Been by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel {E, 51k}

Harry is pretty simple. He goes to work everyday, comes home, then watches Netflix with his cat. And if he happens to have a tiny little crush on his coworker, then that’s just his own business.

[Or the one where Harry and Louis work together and Louis starts to notice Harry back. Featuring a wedding, a sassy cat, and first times.]

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe) by @alwaysxlarrie {M, 98k}

Being a new employee at a company means that you have to learn to brush off the shitty bosses, shitty coworkers, and not getting the credit you actually deserve for things. At least, that's been Harry Styles' experience. Coworkers who steal his ideas in pursuit of getting praise and a raise, and a boss who's indifferent at best and condescending at worst. Harry has learned to expect this reality for the foreseeable future. He's accepted it.

What he hadn't expected was for Louis Tomlinson to waltz into their company, and his life, and change around everything he thought he knew about fate. A Cinderella AU.

💎 You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {T, 32k}

Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon.

💎 what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {E, 22k}

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

💎 You Tilted My Hand by @taggiecb {G, 12k}

Harry Styles arrives in Avonlea, Prince Edward Island for his first day of a coveted and prestigious summer internship at the Avonlea Chronicle. He's quick to realise that he's out of place in the little band of journalists as he's an art major and they didn't choose Harry to be part of the team!

Thankfully his new boss, Niall, wants to give him a chance. Unfortunately that will mean trying to keep up not only with the stress of the job, but PEI's golden boy Louis Tomlinson, who has a perpetual smile on his lips, and mischief in his eyes.

💎 Blame It On Christmas by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers {E, 7k}

Life was good until a new coworker showed up. It’s a little insane but not even a little bit funny how much Harry instantly despised the new guy. He’s always late, but always shows up with the most charming smile so nobody can get mad. His desk is a mess and he doesn’t seem to have ever learned the words ‘thanks’ or ‘sorry.’ And as if a bad employee isn’t bad enough, this particular bad employee is none other than the CEO's nephew, Louis fucking Tomlinson.

Or, Harry is the six-time winner of the yearly Christmas sweater competition, but it all changes when a new coworker shakes up his whole world.

#ficrec #coworkers #hlcreators #hljournal #1dficvillage #kikiberoski16 #taggiecb #ladylondonderry #livelaughlovelarry #alwaysxlarrie #thilia #crimsontheory #allwaswell16 #kingsofeverything #thecellardoor

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Starting back with making birthday cards we have Terrence ::3 (His broomquet flowers are, cherry blossoms, daisies and morning glorys)

Although I did not have time to really think about what lines he would have I and @twstinginthewind came up with an interview between him and her oc Hiro. Interview is under the post

It was a bright afternoon on the NRC campus as the golden hour was swiftly approaching. Classes had been over for quite a while and while on any day qualifying races would have been taking place for the first years, today would not be the case as it was Terrence’s birthday.

After the initial celebration began for him at the stroke of midnight with him being awoken roughly by his siblings he was in a calm state for the rest of the day. Unlike other students of the dorm that would use their birthday as the perfect opportunity to get whatever they wanted from the housewarden and the dorm, Terrence was not so keen in partaking in the tradition.

For him, Terrence’s birthday was always a day where he’d keep to himself and become lost in thought of the events that have occurred in his life. As for now however he was waiting near the statues of the seven for his interview lost in thought again.

Terrence: It seems you are my interviewer, Hiro is your name yes?

Hiro: Sure is, and a real pleasure to meet ya, Mister Von Schweetz! Wow, that sure is a flashy get-up that you’re wearing; those robes look really cool on ya!

Terrence: *Smiling a bit* Thank you, I think the get up for this year is alright, I’m just content it doesn’t clash too much with my palette. What are the questions you have for me? You can ask them at any time

Hiro: Oh! Right, right, I keep forgetting that this isn’t exactly a social call, haha! But before anything else, I do wanna make sure that I remember to wish you a very happy birthday! It isn’t often that I get to say that in an official capacity, and I know that sometimes you’re not always easy to get to, so I’m real glad I can tell ya this in person instead of just on Magicam….

Terrence: Thank you, out of all the people who have wished me that today, you sound like one of the few that has been sincere, hopefully it's not all an act.

Hiro: *eyes wide* Gosh, Mister Von Schweetz! I wouldn’t wanna be insincere on your birthday. It needs to be a good day for you, after all, right? But let’s have a little fun, and get to your questions!

Terrence: I only joke (mostly) but yes, let's move on.

Hiro: Allllll righty! Okay, for our first question… assuming unlimited magic and supplies, what’s the one place in the world that you’d fly to, and what do you want to do there?

Terrence: It would have to be the Scalding Sands, despite the weather conditions I would like to go there and maybe spend a few weeks there taking in the culture.

Hiro: Ooh! I haven’t been there myself, but living in Scarabia this year has definitely given me an appreciation for the culture. The music is top-notch!

Terrence: Yes, when I was younger my mother used to take me to visit her side of the family, if I ever had the chance to return for a bit I would like to get some answers and learn more about her life growing up.

Hiro: That’s a lot like me, if I could get the chance to head back to Port o’Bliss to see my family’s old stomping grounds. Do you still have family you’re close to in the Scalding Sands?

Terrence: I wish I could say yes but unfortunately no, although I was still a child at the time looking back now most of those visits my mother paid to her family were very brief. Normally we would only visit for 10 minutes before we left to see Kalim’s family and spend the rest of our visit there.

Hiro: At least Kalim and his family are fantastic hosts, so it must have been a good time. Ooh, you could use your visit to reconnect with the family, though! Maybe even spend a whole day, if you wanted.

Terrence: That is true, but the ball is mostly in my mothers side of the family’s court if I do go.

Hiro: Well, family and vacation aside, we still have some more interview to work through. So let me continue on! What is your best subject here at Night Raven College, and is it your favorite?

Terrence: It goes without saying, its history from a young age the history of the Glace Duchy captivated me however now that I am learning about other nations and even ones that fell a long time ago I have gained a new respect for archivists in Twisted wonderland.

Hiro: Oh, I agree! It feels like every time we learn about someplace new, we’re meeting all of these tremendous personalities and hearing their stories! There’s really nothing else like it.

Terrence: It’s thanks to what we have documented a long time ago that we can even have an identity and also compare when we are progressing and regressing.

Hiro: Do you like the way that our professors present the material? Or do you prefer to do your own research? Maybe go a little more in-depth?

Terrence: I cannot really say much on the seven but I personally believe that professor Trein views the acts of the candy king through caramelized rose coloured glasses.

Hiro: Caramel roses… what a sticky, sweet kind of view to take!

Terrence: I am not sure if that is also how he approaches the other members of the seven due to their descendants like Leona and Malleus attending this school but personally I rather have a teacher be honest with how they feel about the seven rather than just biting their tongue and singing their praises to high heaven in hopes that their descendants don’t tear up and throw a hissy fit.

Hiro: *snickering* I can’t speak for any Seven in my blood, but I think anyone pouting over ancient history would be pretty amusing. Maybe one day you’ll be that straight-shooting teacher! Which leads me to our last question: What do you see yourself doing in five years?

Terrence: *Terrence’s smile drops* Possibly I might take up my father’s position as Duke. It’s not what I want to do however there are no real options available and with the current state that many of the politicians have placed the Glace Duchy in, I’m unsure if I will even have the legal power to do anything about it.

Hiro: *wincing slightly, he rubs the back of his neck.* Aw gosh, I didn’t wanna hit a bad note with that. If you didn’t have to inherit a title, though, what would you most *want* to do?

Terrence: *Terrence stays silent for a minute* Out of all the things, I would become a diplomat for the Duchy. I know it sounds like I wouldn’t leave but at least in that position I could actually be in a position that did something for the country and be able to make life for the people in the Duchy better.

Hiro: It sounds an awful lot like the folks there mean a lot to you. They’re lucky to have you on their side.

Terrence: It’s more like, I don’t want the current people in power to hurt them on a global scale for the sake of greed and keeping certain secrets hidden from the public.

Hiro: ….

…..

……….

Dang. Well!! It looks like my interview time is just about coming to an end. Do you have any final thoughts before you take your triumphant flight into the sunset??

Terrence: Hmm, you plan to go into showbiz, yes?

Hiro: Huh? Oh, yes sir, that is what I’m hoping for! Even just as a character actor, or behind the scenes. I like helping big stories get told.

Terrence: Us cy-beings are fully aware of how the greater public view us, no matter what part of production you take part in, please at least attempt to have non stereotypical roles be cast for cy-being actors. I and many others are getting tired of the disgusting grotesque insectoid trope. Then again I don’t write the scripts.

Hiro: I gotta say, every cy-being I’ve met from the Duchy has been just as varied and complex as anyone else from anyplace else. I’ll do what I can to help get your stories told, too. Long as you can keep on hoping and dreaming, I’ll hope and dream along with you.

Terrence:*grabbing his broomquet* I will do my best!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #terrence #🍧#terrence von schweetz #bloom broomquet #one day i will draw his groovy #today is not that day #but thank you so much nette!#im glad we were able to do this

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