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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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How would the Lord’s be with a s/o who’s short like 5’0 but they’re super sweet but can be feisty

Heyy so i’ve been sick recently so this may not be as good as always and it’s a little rushed but i hope it’s not too bad! but this was still always enjoyable to write as always! enjoy

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is lecturing one of the maidens for leaving one of the windows open when she feels something tapping on her leg.

Her eyebrow raises when she finds you tugging on the fabric of her dress, your hands covered in blood.

She picks you up by the back of your shirt as you give her the brightest but cheekiest smile.

“Now what have you been up to in these castle walls that has led you to put blood all over my dress.”

Your legs dangle in the air as you explain that you’ve spend the last four hours running around in the cellars and dungeons trying to find hidden trinkets. You didn’t anticipate to run into an array of grim reaper type creatures but you never turned down a challenge.

“My my, it seems you have been busy.”

Alcina throws you over her shoulder and carries you into her private quarters before she practically dumps you in the bath that swallows you.

“You, my dear are not coming to dinner looking like that.”

She’s seated on the edge of the tub, gloves removed as she rubs her expensive rose scented shampoo in your hair. For a moment it’s quite peaceful.

You’re ever the troublemaker and considering Alcina’s dress was already dirty you couldn’t help but splash water on her.

She grasps but plays into your cheeky ways and splashes you back just as playfully until you’re both soapy and covered in water.

You both dress for dinner with Alcina insisting you wear some of your more finer clothes but you still manage to pull some buttons loose here and there.

Although you’re a wild one, bouncing down the hallway and nearly knocking over one of Alcina’s fine porcelain vases, you still take her hand in yours and walk proudly into the dinner room with your lady.

You take your place at the dining table next to Alcina, your chair significantly higher to sit comfortably but she definitely pampered you with some of the finest cushions to boost you up.

Still you can’t help but feel happy and full of joy to see your family and that only lifts your mood further.

Donna Beneviento

Donna walks into the lounge room to find you chasing angie around, trying to get to her from behind the couch.

“You’ll never take me alive!!”

You’re just as crazy and rambunctious as Angie, the two of you instantly getting along. Donna smiles when she finds that Angie finally found a friend and she’s thrilled that Angie is taken with you.

“Will you two calm down before you break something!”

The two of you stop to stare at Donna who is holding a porcelain doll in her hands to stop it from being broken as you practically jump around the room.

But somehow through all your wildness you have a soft spot for Donna. Slowing your movements and walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her neck and hide your head under her chin.

“I’m sorry Dons, will you come exploring with Angie and I in the mountains??”

With you and Angie on either side of Donna, the three of you spend your afternoon exploring the caves near the waterfall.

Jumping over pools of rocks and mini cliffs, you always go first holding your hand out to Donna each time so she can hold onto while she jumps.

You’re always there to catch her too. It’s a little hard when you’re smaller than her but you’d never let her fall.

Eventually you come to an opening in one of the caves. The view is spectacular, with the waterfall cascading down and catching the fading light beautifully.

Your hand is in Donna’s gently rubbing your thumb on the back of her hand. However in a split second Angie comes up and surprises her with a loud BOO.

Donna’s surprised shriek rings in the cave she thinks she’s going to fall from the height of the cave, Angie’s creepy laughter eventually drowns it out.

You wrap your arms around her, keeping a calm but gentle hand on the back of her head to steady her.

“It’s alright, I gotcha now”

You hug Donna tightly, death glaring Angie behind her shoulder. When you pull away, you take Donna’s face and cradle it gently in your hands.

“Common, lets go home I could do with a nice warm cup of tea to go with a good book.”

Even though Donna was less adventurous as you were, she always enjoyed running around with you and Angie but you always spoiled her afterwards with a warm night in under blankets and warm tea while you read to her.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore was walking around the windmill trying to find you when he’s interrupted by a rather loud noise.

“HEY SAL GUESS WHO’S FINALLY TALLER THAN U??”

He audibly grasps when he sees you sitting on the wooden sail of windmill, smiling down on him.

You jump down and land in front of him, giggling at the small scream that leaves him. Stepping forward and into his space you place a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s me!!”

You take Salvatore’s hand in your own and lead him to explore all the nooks and crannies of the windmill with him.

Eventually you run off from him and hide behind one of the wooden crates stacked in the corner.

Poor Salvatore is confused by where you’ve gone trying to find you frantically as he runs around looking for you. You had the advantage however, being small had its perks sometimes.

When he’s not looking you run up and jump him from behind, your hands wrapping around his neck as you cling to him.

His laugh bounces off the valley and he spins around with you in a piggyback. One of your favourite things is making him laugh.

You spend the next few hours playing what is basically hide and seek as you run around all through the windmills, reservoir and mines doing your best to stay clear of any lycans.

You’re a wild card in Salvatore’s otherwise quiet life, but he loves you nonetheless. But you don’t miss the way his hand clings to yours in a death grip.

However, sometimes you’re a little too wild for his comfort zone and he definitely refused to do the zip line with you. But he cheered for you from his place on the ground because he never wants you to change the way you are. To him, you’re perfect.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl is always used to strange noises and loud bangs within the factory, but after living there for as long as he had; he can always tell when somethings out of place.

A rather large crash rings throughout the halls of the factory and Karl begrudgingly puts out his cigar, hoping that one of the Soldats hadn’t broken any of his equipment.

When he walks into a smelting room he finds you on the floor with metal boxes all over you and you buried under the toppled over shelf.

Karl flicks his wrist and all the metal moves to the corner of the room to reveal you huffing your hair out of your face.

You were looking for a mould to craft a new dagger with, sorting through the assortment of boxes when it all came falling down on top of you.

Karl moves his wrist once more, moving the mould you were looking for to his hand, a smug look on his face. He knew. For the last few weeks he’d seen you eyeing out that mould when you came to sit with him while he worked.

“Looking for something?”

You stand to your feet and try to snatch it out of his hand. Karl sees you coming from a mile away and holds it above your head, he doesn’t even need to use his powers for this one, his arm will do just fine.

He’s cocky and can’t help but torment the thing over your head like a child but in an instant you have him tackled to the ground. Now that one he didn’t see coming.

“Don’t think for a moment Heisenberg that just because I’m small that i couldn’t totally kick your ass if i needed to.”

Now you’re the one to be cocky as Karl stares in awe up at you, it took a lot of strength and maybe a hint of luck to bring down someone as powerful as him.

Eventually you let him up from his kindly uncomfortable position on the floor, his back strained against the metal grates. You totally don’t threaten to throw him at Alcina’s doorstep if he doesn’t make that new dagger for you.

Karl loved that about you, how feisty and wild you could be. It meant you were a great training partner and both of you either trained together often. Being small had its too. One thing Karl lacked was finesse and you were much more agile and skilled in your movements.

Other times you’d help Karl out in the factory by lifting boxes of scrap metal or even welding some of the weapons. He absolutely loved that about you, how he could easily be comfortable with you and his heart swelled when he could teach you all that he knew about metal. For the first time in a long time it felt like someone was on his side.

One day Karl saw you take a Soldat out with your new dagger and to say that it didn’t scare the shit out of him would be a fucking lie. Soldats were taller than him for christ sake.

Karl loved you though. He loved how fierce you were but you had the heart of gold and to him, you were this perfect little being that made his heart beat twice as fast when he was with you.

He loved that you could hold your own and would stand up to anyone but in the closed doors of the factory he got to see a softer more tender side of you filled with tender kisses and tight hugs.

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wish-i-wasnt-a-coward · 3 years

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Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes.

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door.

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones.

Suffice to say, the twins were very different.

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb.

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle.

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips.

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist.

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression.

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”.

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4”

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!”

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work.

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton.

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen.

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler.

“That’s really good pat-”

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun.

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school”

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands.

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building.

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job.

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched.

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded.

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe.

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work”

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will.

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director.

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t look marginally like a cave.

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects.

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before.

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid”

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding.

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep.

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was.

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family.

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree.

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day.

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up.

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

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ao719 · 3 years

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Extra Baggage

I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompts. This week’s prompt is “You’re gonna get us busted!”

A/N: I saw this post last week and I couldn’t stop thinking about how this was something Liam would do. I have no idea what this is, but here we are. Please excuse any errors.

Warnings: Very mild 🍋 mention

Word Count: 1976

This is part of my Always You universe.

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Liam’s lips trailed along her jaw as he pressed her back against the door of his closet. One hand kept her arms pinned in place above her head by her wrists as he hooked the other into the band of her jeans and his fingers teased the top of her panties; he smirked against her neck when she let out a soft moan.

“Shhh,” Liam playfully admonished.

“Liam,” she mewled.

“You need to be quiet.”

“You need to stop teasing.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed after your shower,” Liam said as he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth before kissing her. “You just made more work for me.”

“I thought we stayed up so late last night because you wouldn’t have the time this morning.”

“I’ll be gone for a whole month. Did you really think last night -- as incredible as it was -- would be enough?” Liam’s hand expertly flicked open the button of her jeans before pulling down the zipper, allowing him to dip inside the lace. “It’s never enough when it comes to you.” He created a V with his fingers and slid his hand up and down, stroking her between them at a tantalizing pace, drawing another moan from her. “You’re gonna get us busted if you keep making all that noise, love,” he whispered against the tender curve of her neck before his lips pressed against her pulse point.

“They’re still asleep,” she hissed out a breath.

“Well, they’ll stay asleep longer if you keep quiet,” he chuckled, pulling her towards the bed.

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A little while later, the King and Queen laid in their bed, tangled in the sheets as they caught their breath. Her head was on his chest as she absentmindedly traced shapes against his skin with her finger. Liam glanced at the clock: 7 am. “You were up before me,” he noted.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I got up and showered.” Liam glanced down at her and offered a sad smile. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more.”

“We haven’t been apart this long since I was in my program.”

“I know,” Liam sighed before kissing her forehead.

Suddenly, a blinking light pulled their attention. They both smiled as they looked over at the blue lamp on Liam’s nightstand.

Two lamps, once used by the couple when an ocean separated them, were now just down a hallway from each other. One sat in their chambers on Liam’s nightstand, and the other in the twins’ room, set on a table between their cribs. Sometimes, they would tap it just for fun, but whenever one of them would wake in the mornings, they would touch the lamp, sending the message to the other in their parents’ room.

“I’ll go get them,” Reyna said. “You need to shower before your flight.”

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After the twins finished their breakfast, Reyna took them to the playroom. She stepped out for a moment to check on Liam to make sure he had everything packed.

Liam was leaving for a month-long diplomatic summit in Italy; Reyna had to stay behind and handle the duties in Cordonia. They hadn’t been apart that long since Reyna’s master program days. The twins, now two years old, understood that Liam was going on a trip, but not how long he would be gone. Both Eleanor and Ezra were attached to Liam and hadn’t been away from him for more than a few days at most. Reyna knew after the first few nights, his month-long absence would start to take its toll on them.

Reyna stepped into their bedroom and saw Liam putting a few last-minute items into his suitcase. “Not taking this one?” Reyna asked as she stepped up next to him and gestured to a large empty brown leather bag on the floor.

“No. I took the smaller one. I don’t need the big one.”

“Do you have everything you need?”

“Yes,” Liam nodded. “I believe so.” He turned and looked at her before pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of her head.

“I have something for you,” Reyna said as she stepped back, offering Liam a curious smile. She took his hand and led him into her closet; she opened a drawer and pulled out a white box, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” Liam smiled.

Reyna chuckled. “Open it and find out.” Liam pulled the top of the box off and set it down before reaching in and pulling out the wrapped item from inside; unwrapping it, he revealed a silver bracelet. Reyna took it from him and placed it on his wrist. “Now, watch,” she said as she stepped back. She held up her wrist, wearing a rose gold bracelet similar to his; she touched the top of it, and suddenly his bracelet lit up.

Liam’s eyes slightly widened. “Rey …” He looked down at his bracelet and touched the top of it before his eyes snapped to Reyna’s; her bracelet lit up. “It’s like the lamps,” he grinned.

“I found them and figured it would be discreet enough to bring along with you on trips,” Reyna chuckled.

“I love it,” Liam smiled. He looked down at his wrist and hit the top of his bracelet again, watching Reyna’s light up when he did. He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands before leaning down and capturing her lips in his. “Thank you,” he whispered. “It’ll make being away from you a little easier, but not much,” he said before kissing her again.

Liam and Reyna were interrupted when a tiny hand fisted the bottom of Liam’s shirt. “Daddy, up!” Eleanor said as she tugged the fabric. Liam smiled as he bent down and scooped Eleanor into his arms while Ezra toddled towards him; he shifted Eleanor to one side before leaning down and lifting Ezra with his free arm.

Reyna smiled affectionately at the three of them. “They’re going to miss you.”

Liam kissed Eleanor’s cheek before resting his forehead against Ezra’s. “And I’m going to miss them. So much.”

Just then, Liam’s phone went off; he slightly turned, gesturing for Reyna to grab it. She pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. “Bastien said the car will be leaving in 10 minutes.”

Liam sighed and crouched down, setting the twins down. “Daddy has to make sure he has everything for his trip.” He kissed their foreheads before standing up, and the twins ran from the closet. Liam pulled Reyna into his arms, giving her one more lingering kiss before they stepped out.

“Liam,” Reyna said quietly, grabbing his arm to stop him. He looked at her and then followed her gaze to where Ezra was lying inside of the large leather bag on the floor. They watched as Eleanor climbed in beside him, and the two began giggling from inside the bag while saying ‘bye-bye’ and pulling at the sides in an attempt to conceal themselves. “They think you’re taking that bag with you,” Reyna whispered through a laugh.

Liam looked at Reyna and winked, silently telling her to play along. “Alright, I think I have everything!” he said as he stepped up to the bag. He pretended not to see them as he zipped it almost all the way shut before lifting it by both ends; the bag started to shake as a flurry of giggles erupted from inside. Liam tried not to laugh as he hoisted it into his arms; Reyna grabbed his garment bags and suitcase, and he followed her out of the bedroom.

When Reyna opened the door to the south wing, Bastien was waiting on the other side; the unstoppable laughter from the bag the King was holding told Bastien everything he needed to know. He smiled as he took Liam’s bags from Reyna, and she followed him out of their quarters with Liam behind her.

The bag continued to shake and giggle as Liam carried it down to the waiting car. He gave Reyna a knowing look, and she nodded. Liam gently set the bag down in the back seat and shut the door before walking around to the other side. “Just go around the front,” he whispered to Bastien before slipping into the vehicle.

Bastien got into the driver’s seat and cleared his throat. “Are you ready, Your Majesty?”

“Yes,” Liam nodded. “I have my bag right here.” He playfully patted the top of it, causing tiny squeals to come from inside.

Bastien started the vehicle, and Liam covered his mouth to muffle his laugh as the ones from the bag grew louder. They slowly started to drive around the large circular driveway at the front of the palace. After a couple of times around the circle, Liam leaned forward. “Wait. We need to go back.” Bastien went around once more before rolling to a stop in front of the steps.

Reyna opened the passenger side door, where the twins continued to giggle from inside the bag. “Did you forget something?”

“I did,” Liam nodded before getting out of the car; he walked around to her. “I didn’t say goodbye to Eleanor and Ezra. Where are my little prince and princess?”

“I don’t know,” Reyna responded. “I haven’t seen them anywhere.”

Two little hands poked out from the opening of the bag and began wiggling, and Liam and Reyna both laughed. Liam pulled open the bag, staring down at the twins’ upside-down faces with a grin. “There you two are!” he chuckled as they sat up. “What are you doing inside my bag?”

“We go buh-bye,” Ezra squealed as he turned to face his parents.

Liam’s heart sank. “Not this time, buddy,” he said sadly. He lifted Ezra into his arms and kissed his cheek before handing him to Reyna. He turned and lifted Eleanor and kissed her cheek, but when Reyna reached for her, she turned away. Eleanor, more attached to him between the two, nuzzled against Liam’s chest. He rested his cheek against her head for a moment as he rubbed her back before kissing her hair. “Daddy has to go now, princess.”

“No go buh-bye,” Eleanor whimpered.

“Look at daddy,” Liam said softly. Eleanor lifted her head from his shoulder, and her big, tear-filled blue eyes met her father’s; he raised his hand and tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I might have to go away for a little bit, but part of me is always right here,” he pointed to her chest. “And right here --” he tapped a finger to her lips, causing her mouth to scrunch up in confusion “-- because you have daddy’s smile. And right here on Ezra.” Liam reached over and tickled his son’s belly, eliciting a rumble of laughter from him as he wriggled in Reyna’s arms. “Because he has daddy’s laugh. So no matter where I am, I’m always here with you, too.”

Ezra leaned over, and his stubby finger gently poked his sister’s chest where Liam had pointed. “Daddy!”

“That’s right, buddy,” Liam smiled before kissing Eleanor’s cheek. He knew neither of them really understood what he was saying, but someday they would. Reyna reached for Eleanor, and this time, she went to her. Liam looked at Reyna with a twin on each hip and smiled; he kissed their foreheads before pressing a soft kiss to Reyna’s lips. “I love you.”

“We love you, too.”

“Lub you,” Eleanor and Ezra spoke in unison.

Liam smiled. “I’ll call you when I get there.” He kissed each of them once more before sliding into the vehicle; they waved until he disappeared from view.

Reyna turned and headed inside, setting the twins down in the foyer. As she followed them up the stairs, a flashing light on her wrist caught her eye; she smiled, tapping the top of her bracelet, returning Liam’s ‘I miss you already.’

#trr #choices trr #the royal romance #choices the royal romance #trr liam #king liam #liam rys #king liam rys #liam x oc #trr liam x oc #choices liam x oc #trr fanfic #trr fanfiction #trr fan fic #choices trr fanfic #trr au #wackydrabbles #wacky drabbles

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andguesswhat · 3 years

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This is Timothée x Jason

#chalamoa

I hate my brain.

But how can I help it that Momoa loves it so much when Timmy speaks French?

beautiful

London…

Timothée hears them screaming „I love you, Timmy! You’re so beautiful”

He hears the reporters saying “Beautiful, beautiful! Your performance is so beautiful.”

He hears his colleagues talking “It was absolutely stunning, Timothée is so beautiful!”

Lounging in a large armchair in his hotel room, one foot propped on the other, scrolling through today’s media with even more beautiful’s, he finally hears Jason’s dark voice on a shaky vid from the premiere, “It was an honor to work with Timmy, he’s absolutely wonderful and beautiful and intelligent! We had such a great time...”

Timothée bites on his lips, checks his messenger for the 764th time, ruffles his hair, bites on his thumb now, his leg bobs.

He then takes a deep breath, opens the messenger, presses the record button and speaks:

“Tu m'as manqué, Momo…”

He likes to call him Momo. His last name always reminded him of the first great children book he had read himself.

“Tu m'as manqué....” he repeats. “Je ne peux pas attendre que … tu me prennes à nouveau… J'ai eu chaud …pour toi …toute la journée...” His voice gets even softer, “God, la façon dont tu me regardais, j'ai presque eu une érection en pensant à toutes les choses que tu allais me faire…,” he tries not to lay his hand on his crotch. “Je... Je t’... Je t'attends.”

The message is sent and Timothée rolls his eyes. He feels stupid about what he had said. And almost said. But Jason won’t understand it anyway.

30 seconds later, his phone vibrates.

"Didn't understand a word, except maybe 'God' and `erection´ or something? Sounds promising 😉356"

Timothée smiles.

He gets up and looks at himself in the mirror.

He's still wearing the zip-up suit from the premiere.

And decides to take off the shirt under the blazer.

Better that way. The silky lining feels sexy against his bare skin.

And he wants to be sexy for Jason.

Ever since he met Jason while filming Dune, he wants to look good for him at every photo shoot he has done, and he thinks of him at every public appearance he makes. When they look at him and tell him he's beautiful, he imagines how Jason would look at him in his own unique way. It makes him feel good. It always has.

Now Jason is here and Timothée can't wait.

He steps out of his room, walks over to room 356 and knocks.

He's not surprised to see that Jason has already traded in his velvet suit for a loose, lavender jogging suit, and gives him a challenging look. Jason does the same.

A fleeting memory of their first nights together at the desert hotel in Jordan flashes through his mind. It's a fond memory. Despite his size, Jason always had been so soft and tender with him.

But he's grown up now. This feels grown up now.

Jason smiles mischievously at him. "Were you talking about your erection or mine?"

Timothée enters the room and smiles as well. "Comme vous le souhaitez..."

As the door slams shut, Jason's hands immediately slide under the blazer, grab him by the waist and pull him towards him so that their boners touch - Hhn.

"God, how I missed this!" Jason mumurs against his neck. "And your sexy little French mouth…"

"Le bout de ta bite est déjà aussi violet que ton jogging?" Timothée asks in a teasing voice, already a little out of breath because Jason can do this with him in two seconds. When Jason grabs you, every part of your body, when he tears at your clothes, pulls you close, when he wants you, you just need to gasp for air.

"'Jogging'? What are you talking about? You're absolutely killing me with your French, you know that,” Timothée feels Jason's hot breath on his neck before he feels his impatient, passionate lips on his. He's loving this.

"I said," he whispers in Jason's ear, when they part again and again he has to gasp for air, "I want to know if the tip of your cock is as purple as your tracksuit."

A low growl escapes Jason's mouth, "You naughty little boy," and then Timothée is pushed mercilessly against the wall. And yes, he had only been waiting for that.

Jason's strength, Jason's hand between his thighs, feeling his cock, Jason's hungry kisses and the fact that he can elicit a reaction from Jason in this way, make him groan.

And then, a few moments later, when he is bent over the dresser, the pants down to his ankles, he looks at himself in the mirror, sees Jason behind him, thrusting into him. "Baise-moi plus fort, Mo!" he moans and Jason begins to thrust harder into him, for Jason already knows these words.

He has to hold on to the dresser, the dresser shakes, their eyes meet in the mirror and then they both come, shortly after one another, Aaah! Loud and unrestrained.

…

After that, the power, the neediness is gone, it's all soft between them as they lie down on the bed.

As much as Timothée longs for the incredibly good sex with Jason, he also longs for this. Just lying next to him, feeling so safe with him, so incredibly comfortable.

They're talking and laughing about the day when suddenly Jason brushes his hand across Timothée's cheek, smiles at him, and whispers, "Uʻi nō 'oe."

You are so beautiful.

Timothée knows these Hawaiian words, he has heard them before.

But he still has to close his eyes for a moment when he hears them again now; a pleasant shiver runs through his body.

Because of all the millions of times he's heard that word ... if he's honest, this is the only time it's ever meant anything to him. When Jason `Momo´ Momoa tells him he's beautiful, smiles at him, and then kisses him.

#rpf #dune movie #dune 2021 #timothee chalamet #jason momoa #chalamoa #timothee x jason #timothee chalamet x jason momoa #fanfiction #dune rpf fanfiction #timothée chamalet #timothée chalamet x jason momoa

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sweetdanibear · 3 years

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~How the Haikyuu boys would react to you accidentally hurting them during sexy time~ fem reader

Warnings: Smut: Daddy kink, choking, edging, over stimulation, squirting,dacryphilia(crying), breeding, praising, degrading, hierophilia(fetish of being sexually attracted to religious and sacred objects or figure) God Complex. Usage of the words “Pastor(name” In a sexual manner, and “You’re my god (name)” also “Father(name)”

Word count: 2458

Request: Open!

Side note: If you want me to make a longer version involving any of the kinks used with the characters don’t be afraid to ask!

Side side note: For hierophilia(fetish of being sexually attracted religious and sacred objects) I used it with Tsukishima. The reader got him into the religious kink. What gave me this idea, was a fan fiction. Where Tsukishima dressed as a clergyman, and forced his sub to recite bible versus, as he destroyed their cunt. I do not know Tsukishima’s religion, but I did base it around Catholicism

Side side side note: The Oikawa one is a bit crunchy I’m so sorry

I absolutely loved that idea, and wanted to try it out. Please don’t hate too much lol! I’m not trying to mock anyone's religion at all!

I also lack the knowledge of religion, so I tried my best with research!

Also I’m so sorry, I don’t know how to do the “keep reading thing, I’m so sorry😭”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He’s just drilling your pussy.

He hasn’t even really talked to much, his dick does all the talking anyways

He had been edging you for about two hours now, and you were currently begging to cum.

Finally he allows you.

Your legs are on his shoulder, and his back is straight, he’s gripping your hips with his large left hand, and rubbing your swollen clit with his right, to help push you over the edge.

Things are going good.

Your back arches, you cry out in pleasure, and finally cum all over his throbbing cock, and squirt on his hand.

But he didn’t stop, he just kept rubbing your clit

You tried to beg him to stop because your body couldn’t take much more, but poor boy didn’t listen

Wakatoshi had a slight smirk plastered on his face. He has been edging you for over two hours, every time you were about to cum, he denied you the satisfaction of releasing all over his throbbing cock.

“That’s it princess..Take it. Take this cock..” Wakatoshi gently bit his lip, and sent another thrust into your aching cunt. He looked down at your beat red face. Tears staining your cheeks, some hair attached to your cheeks, and forehead due to all the sweat.

“Please! Please Daddy! Please! Let me cum! I’m begging you! Oh god please Daddy!” You tried your hardest to cry out loudly but your voice was so strained from the beginning, and moaning you’ve been doing for the past two hours.

Wakatoshi looked down at you, and finally gave in. “Since you’ve been such a good, good, girl. Cum. Cum for your daddy.” Wakatoshi moved his right hand to your clit pressing down on the sensitive bud, he rubbed his fingers in a circular motion then sped up his pace. “Don’t be shy now princess.” Wakatoshi whispered in a rugged voice right next to your ear before fixing his posture again so he could look down on you.

The pleasure shot through your body. Your spongy walls tightening around his thick warm cock trying to keep him from moving out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head letting out a loud cry of pleasure. “Daddy!!~” You slur the name for your boyfriend, and start to pant heavily. Seconds after you cum around his cock, you start to squirt all over his hand.

Wakatoshi quickly moves his hand away from your clit, watching your juices coat his pelvis, his cock, and even the lower part of his abs.

Watching you get so messy, he goes feral and rubs your clit again. He doesn’t even understand how much he’s abused your pretty little cunt.

“Daddy! Daddy stop! Gah!~” You let out a strained moan at the end, and your body naturally tries to get away from the over stimulation. Your leg unintentionally jerks, and that’s when it happens.

Your leg jerks, smacking your heel under his jaw.

You could feel your heart absolutely stop. “Toshi!” You quickly sit up, and notice he hasn’t even moved. “T-Toshi...? Baby?” Your heart still feels like it hasn’t even started beating again.

Wakatoshi slowly pulls out from your aching cunt, and just stares off. Finally he reacts. He rubs under his chin, then presses a finger to his tongue. He pulled the finger from his mouth, and it had a bit of blood. In seconds his tongue swells up. “D-da, weally hurt-” Wakatoshi quickly stopped talking after hearing how ridiculous he sounded.

Wakatoshi narrowed his eyes, shooting daggers at you seeing you try to hold back a laugh.

You quickly cover your mouth after hearing him speak. “Awe baby! Don’t worry I’ll take care of you!” You slowly stand up, and wince slightly at the pain but you simply ignore it, and grab your robe.

You wrap your robe on, then help Wakatoshi lay down. “Let me go get you some ice..I’m assuming you’re done for tonight?” You ask while walking out of the room.

You grab a zip lock bag filling it with crushed ice then sealing it up. You wrap a thin towel over the bag, then grab four bottles of water. You walk back into the bedroom seeing Wakatoshi still glaring.

“Baby~~ I said I was sorry!“ You let out a soft huff then hand him the ice. You place down the water, then get between his legs.

“Calm down baby~ I’ll take care of you..” You give your boyfriend a devious smirk, and bring your head down to his still erected member taking it into your mouth, and sucking on the head of his member, giving him some special treatment, considering you did just kick him in the face.

Tsukishima Kei

Your face was being smothered in the navy blue silk pillow. Your ass was high in the air, and Kei was absolutely railing you.

Kei was wearing a black button up, with a clerical collar on. All the buttons on his shirt were undone except for the top one that was holding together the clerical collar.

Kei grabbed a fist full of your hair, and grabbed the gold chalice from the night stand. He finally stopped his brutal thrusting bringing the gold chalice to your plump swollen lips. “I think you deserve your reward now.” Inside the gold chalice was Kei’s thick warm cum.

“Th-Thank you Father Tsukishima...” You gently take the rim of the chalice between your lips, as he forces your head back. You take all of the cum into your mouth, drinking it all like a good saint.

Kei, pleased with you, decides to finally give you what you’ve been praying for all night.

Kei places the chalice back, and goes back to railing you but this time he’s rubbing your clit.

Kei rubs your clit at an uncomfortably fast pace, while resting his chin on your shoulder. “That’s it~ cum. Cum like a good little saint.”

Finally you cum all over his cock, squirting right after, all over the sheets, and his hand. You’re begging for him to stop but just like Wakatoshi he doesn’t. He just keeps it going.

Out of reaction, your leg kicks back. You smash your foot against his thigh, knocking him on top of you. His weight crushing you causes you to just collapse.

Kei had a nice tight grip on your shoulder with his left hand, while his right was smothering your face into the silk navy blue pillow. “That’s it! God you little sinner! Taking your pastor’s cock like such a slut.” Kei rutted deep inside you. His tip kissing your cervix, not long enough to touch it completely.

Kei ran his hand up the back of your head, then grabbed a fist full of your soft hair. Carefully pulling your head back. He snatched the gold chalice from the nightstand, and looked down at your exposed neck. “I think you deserve your reward now.”

“Th-Thank you Father Tsukishima..” You talk in a soft voice, trained to be a gentle talker, when in bed. Exception being your groans, and moans.

Kei brought the gold chalice to your lips, tipping the chalice. He watched as you quickly gulped up his warm thick cum, not wasting a single drop.

Pleased with you he decides to let you cum. “Good little saint. Now..You can cum.” Kei placed the chalice back, and grabbed a hold of your hips.

Kei pulled his cock from your aching cunt, watching it carefully. He did miss the warmth but that wasn’t going to stop him from teasing you. “Look at you..You’re so greedy, your little cunt, is pulsing around nothing. Desperate for something to fill it up. Oh well. I guess I should give in. You little sinner.”

Kei gripped your hips harder slamming his cock deep inside you, receiving a loud moan from you. Kei reached his hand down rubbing your clit at an uncomfortably fast pace.

“That’s it~ cum. Cum like a good little saint.” Kei rubs a bit faster then moving his fingers in a circular motion. Kei’s cock throbbed inside of you getting closer to cumming. He refused to cum first though.

You let out a loud cry of pleasure, throwing your head back, as your legs instinctively spread to get more of him. The veins on his cock rubbing against your walls perfectly. His tip pressing gentle kisses to your cervix despite the rough thrust. “Oh god!~ Pastor Tsukishima! Please! Please cum in me! Please I’ve been such a good saint!” You grip the silk pillow, releasing your cum all over his cock causing Kei to follow right behind.

Kei slowed down his fingers, letting out a long groan of pleasure. “F-Fuck! God I’ll fill you to the fucking brim bitch!” Kei tilted his head back feeling your cum drip down his member to his balls. Much to his surprise he then felt you squirt all over his fingers. He relaxed, as he came deep inside of you, filling you up with his thick hot cum. No doubt the sheets underneath you two were absolutely ruined.

Kei kept moving his fingers though, ignoring your pleas for him to stop. Kei was getting pretty cocky until your body twitches.

You just couldn’t control yourself, you needed to get away from the over stimulation. Your body naturally spasms, causing your leg to kick out as you cry out in pleasure.

Kei bit his lip pushing his glasses up with his left hand. The sudden kick threw him off causing him to fall forward, and on top of you.

You felt crushed underneath your boyfriend's weight. “O-Ow! Baby get off!” you let out a distressed sound.

Kei groaned in pain, at the way his body laid on you, and how his dick was situated in you. “Stop squirming! God damn it..” Kei carefully pulled his cock from your cunt, and watched as your mixed cum attached his cock to your aching cunt.

Kei took off his clerical collar then took off his shirt. “Are you alright baby?” Kei asked nervously, and watched as you nodded. “Good.” Kei flipped you over carefully then slid off his glasses putting them on the nightstand.

It didn’t even seem like that little disaster, even nicked his pride. “Now~ Where were we?” Kei let out a soft chuckle leaning down leaving open mouthed sloppy kisses on your neck. Listening to your cute little giggles, and your fingers running through his hair, that was a bit dirty from the sweat.

Oikawa Tōru

He was taking it slow. He was being all soft, telling you how precious you are. How beautiful, and perfect you are.

He was slowly fucking your warm, wet cunt.

It was heavenly, he was making you feel so special!

Until.

You fucked it all up by clawing at his pale back, and moaning out.

“A-Ah~ oh Tōru you’re a god~”

Instantly you regretted it.

Tōru had a mischievous shit eating grin right as those words left your mouth.

“A god huh? Well let your god show you how one would really fuck.”

That’s how it all started. He practically pressed your knees to your shoulders, and was using you like some cock sleeve.

You were being edged for a solid thirty minutes, until after begging, and begging, he allowed you to cum.

His pelvis was grinding against your swollen clit adding the friction you needed.

You didn’t even get a chance to cum, the way he grinded against your clit caused you to squirt all over his toned stomach, and over yourself, getting your juices on his cock as well.

He took that as your way of begging for more! So that’s just what he did.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your eyes were squeezed tight, and you reached for his back but you were way off, and knocked him right in the nose, your nail cutting his cheek on accident.

Your head threw back, as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. “ Tōru!~ Ah!~ Slow down! Please! Please!“ Your pleading wasn’t being tolerated though by Tōru.

“Shush now my beautiful flower, just relax, and let your god take care of you.” Tōru pinned your arms down to the bed, and leaned down. He forced his thumb into your mouth, prying it open. Once getting your mouth open, he spit in your mouth having you swallow it. “That’s it baby..~ you dirty little whore.” Tōru gives you a mischievous smirk, and goes back to thrusting deeply inside you. Tōru made a grinding motion, his pelvis rubbing against your aching clit.

Your legs started to shake a little, and waves of pleasure were crashing over you. “You’re my God!” You cry out just to boost his ego.

You love how cocky Tōru can be, he’s happy and that’s all that matters but right now your little cunt was aching. “ Tōru~ slow down~ Please~” You find a way to finally quiet down a little. But the pleasure is so overwhelming.

Tōru looked down at you with a mischievous smirk. “Quit your bellyaching.” Tōru rolled his eyes then moved your legs so they were wrapped around his waist. Tōru rolled his hips rubbing against your slick walls, your heat was so inviting it had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “F-Fuck y/n~ god your pussy feels so good!”

Tōru pulled his upper body back a bit, and continued to roll his hips deep inside your wet cunt. “Do you like that baby girl?” Tōru ask, rolling his hips faster again, watching your back arch.

“Y-Yes! Oh god yes!” Your back lifted from the cotton sheets, and you quickly reached for hair, while your eyes were squeezed tight.

That’s when it happened....

SMACK! Right in the nose. Next thing you knew Tōru was wailing in pain. Your eyes snapped open seeing Tōru holding his nose.

Tōru covered his nose then hesitantly uncovered it. “I-Is it bad?” He asked you curiously, blood pouring from his nose.

“Oh god Tōru! Quick pinch your nose!” You held back a moan as Tōru pulled from your cunt. He pinched his nose, and tilted his head back. “Oh god I’m so sorry! Hold on! Hold on!” You quickly stood from the bed, and scrambled to get tissues for your boyfriend.

After an hour of trying to get his nose to stop bleeding you finally did. You were apologizing a numerous number of times hoping he’ll forgive you for nearly breaking his nose.

“Baby, baby! It’s fine! I promise, it hurts, but it‘s fine!” Tōru let out a soft chuckle, and slid on his light blue briefs.

He pulled you close to him holding you in his arms. You both just held on tight to each other, lazily kissing each other's lips.

#ushijima #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#tsukishima #ushijima wakatoshi #x reader #one shot #oikawa #hq x reader #tsukishima kei #oikawa tōru #haikyu smut #oikawa smut

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cultifi · 3 years

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Hey~ okay so this request is based on a story I read about online. But basically the female is on her period (but she doesn’t realize yet ) and it seeps through her pants so she has a blood stain now. Could I request Bakugou or Todoroki seeing the stain and trying to be lowkey about helping her cover up so she isn’t embarrassed? Idk if that makes sense. Also I wanted to ask what fandoms/characters you write for. Idk if it’s annoying always writing about Bakugou, but he’s my comfort character so 😭 sorry.

Covering - Bakugo x (fem)reader

prompt: Bakugo sees that you had started your period and helps you out

genre: fluff

-actual plot of the request starts at ‘keep reading’ button-

“Come on! I promise it will be fun,” Mina begged you as she flopped onto your bed, sprawled out, “it’s only for the weekend anyways.” She had been trying to convince you to spend the weekend with her and a couple of other friends at Momo’s beach house which wasn’t far away from where you lived, but the thought of being trapped with people for more than a day irritated you just thinking about it. Mina just kept pleading for you to go.

“If I come, you have to...” you stated as you looked thought of a compromise that would benefit both you the most, “...do my homework for a week!” Mina’s mouth dropped open as she looked at you in disbelief. She hung her head down and muttered a small,

“Fine.”

Friday afternoon came around and when you arrived at the beach house with Mina and Momo you finally saw who you would be spending the weekend with, Deku, Todoroki and Bakugo. 3 boys, 3 girls. You all headed inside and set your luggage down near the entrance, admiring how spacious and clean the house was, like no one had ever stepped foot in it. “Woah...” you whispered in amazement when you had seen that Momo’s description of the house was nowhere near accurate, claiming it was “just a regular beach house.”

“This place is huge!” Mina exclaimed and threw herself on the enormous leather sofa placed in the middle of the living room, which was the centre of the beach house. “Honestly Momo, you really downplayed how big this place is.” After exploring the large, almost sparkling clean house, everyone discussed sleeping arrangements. despite it being a huge house, the only thing it lacked was a decent amount of bedrooms; there were 2, but fortunately they were quite big, so everyone had decided that the girls would room together and the boys would do the same.

The sky grew darker before anyone realised how late it had gotten so everyone headed to their designated sleeping rooms. Since the rooms were quite large, there were conveniently three beds in different areas of the room, the middle being empty. “Dibs!” Mina shouted and catapulted herself onto the bed directly opposite the door, even though the were all basically the same size (hers was a little bigger but that’s besides the point). All three of you prepared yourselves for bed as you slid into the cool covers, having light conversation until Momo asked you a question about him.

“I noticed Bakugo looking at you a lot today,” she teased as her and Mina both giggled, “I think he has a crush on you!” You felt heat rise up to your cheeks when you started thinking about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him so you pulled the covers up to your face and protested against Momo’s idea.

You woke up to Mina and Momo jumping on your bed which made you want to dropkick them but you restrained yourself, putting your pillow over your head. “Fine, I’ll get up,” you complained and threw your pillow at Mina who was jumping with such vigour that you might think she was trying to create a dent in the bed frame.

“Let’s wake the boys up,” Mina suggested with a smirk and whispered something to Momo, both giggling and making you feel confused. “Okay so I’ll wake up Deku, you wake up Bakugo and Momo will wake up Todoroki. We’ll just jump on their beds until they get up.” The evil scheme was soon in motion.

You approached the door of their room and carefully twisted the handle, making sure to not create any disturbances. You pushed the door open and looked at all the boys sleeping peacefully. It wasn’t going to be peaceful for much longer.You each took your places and on the count of three flew onto the beds.

“Wake up!” you shouted and jumped onto Bakugo’s bed, bouncing up and down as though it was a trampoline.

“Shut up,” he mumbled tiredly and grabbed onto your ankle, making you stumble and fall onto him in a bit of an interesting position, staring at each other awkwardly. You looked down to realise that you were straddling Bakugo and that he also wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his pyjama bottoms. His eyes widened and told you to move, but flinched slightly when you finally did, pulling the covers over his lower half. He put his head in his hands and shouted at all of you to ‘get the fuck out.’ You hurried out of the room in embarrassment, Mina and Momo following you as you cursed to yourself.

“What just happened?” Mina asked you worriedly as she closed the door behind her. You told her about the ‘situation’ which was currently being taken care of by Bakugo in the bathroom. “I think he’ll be fine in a bit, don’t worry about it,” she advised you and hugged you lightly and suggested that we all go to the beach, your stomach had been hurting, but you ignored it and agreed.

Later on, after having swam in the salty water and played volleyball with everyone, Mina’s words had proved to be true, Bakugo wasn’t angry, he actually looked like he was having fun, especially when Deku tripped and got a face full of sand. You were all hungry at this point and decided you would go to a restaurant near the beach house, it wasn’t anything fancy so you just decided to wear light blue denim overalls accompanied by a black belt with a white short sleeved crop top.

You ignored the aching in your lower stomach since you thought it was probably just because you were hungry and tied up your hair into a ponytail. “You ready?” Momo asked as she picked up her phone and purse.

“Yea.”

The dinner actually turned out to be really enjoyable with everyone there, you honestly thought it was going to be chaotic but you managed to have fun. When the sky started turning a dark orange colour and you realised it was getting late, and you all were tired from the day’s activities.

“Alright let’s go back,” everyone agreed and made their way out of the restaurant. As you were walking you saw Bakugo drop his phone and went to get it after realising it wasn’t in his pocket anymore, falling behind the group slightly as you all walked by knowing he’d catch up anyways.

“Hey, um...” he walked up besides you holding out his zip up hoodie, “wrap it around your waist, there’s kind of a problem,” he whispered to you and you suddenly realised why your stomach had been hurting the whole day. Shit. You endured the pain as the cramps kicked in conveniently when you were close the the beach house, not wanting to get any weird looks from strangers. “You okay?” Bakugo asked, acting as though he didn’t really care, you nodded and smiled feebly keeping yourself from crouching down into a little ball.

Once you all arrived home the first thing you did was run towards the shower because you just wanted to clean up and have a shower quickly to relax your muscles after having been in pain for so long. As soon as the hot water hit your shoulders it felt as though the stress melted out of them and you stood there for a minute, enjoying the sauna-like atmosphere the nearly boiling hot shower was creating. It really did help your stomach cramps.

Grabbing the vanilla scented body wash, you remembered that Bakugo had seen the period stain but luckily didn’t make it obvious to everyone and he was actually subtle about it. You pushed your hair out of your face and sighed, feeling the embarrassment wash away as you realised it shouldn’t be something to be ashamed of. Steamed followed you when you stepped out of the shower and you noticed Bakugo’s hoodie hanging on the door, deciding you should probably give it back.

You walked into the living room to see he was the only one there, sitting on the plain leather couch, staring at whatever was on the huge tv. “Hey,” you greeted him and sat down besides him, handing him his hoodie, “thanks for helping me out, here, it’s clean.” He took the hoodie and placed it on the arm of the sofa, getting up to retrieve something since he told you to wait there. You did as you were told and waited patiently until he came back with a handful of snacks and a hot water bottle, accompanied by a cup of chamomile tea ‘to relax you’. “Um, what is this for?” You asked him, confused as to why he was being so nice.

“You’re on your period right? So I thought it would help if I brought some snacks. The tea might help with the cramps, that’s what my mom told me to do when a girl is on her period,” he said nervously and laid the snacks down next to you, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him and took the tea, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you and happily took the hot water bottle, shoving it under your shirt to soothe your stomach. You noticed him still looking at you and you smiled.

“Could you stay here?” He looked surprised for a second and grabbed a soft throw blanket to cover the two of you, putting on a movie to watch as you opened a bag of gummy bears and got closer to him, not noticing the blush you had caused to spread across his cheeks.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 3 years

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. Day 13: Ironing Out The Kinks

Warnings: Bad Language words, some minor smut (18+, NSFW)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: Instalment 13 of mine, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @jennmurawski13 ‘s telling of Ransom’s quest to become a normal human being. This time Ransom has a hot iron in his hands. What could possibly go wrong?

Series Masterlist.

“Are you Ironing?” You stopped dead in the doorway of the laundry room, not quite sure you believed your eyes. In front of you stood Hugh Ransom Drysdale at the other side of an ironing board. A basket of clothes sat behind him on the side and a selection of freshly pressed ones were hanging up over the door frame.

“No, I’m playing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.” He drawled, not looking up as he lifted the iron off the blue polo shirt, grabbing a clothes hangar.

“Doesn’t look like a piano.” You looked at him and he took a deep breath, shooting you a glare. You chuckled “Sorry, I…what brought this on?”

“Well…” he paused, turning to hang the item up next to a few others “…you fell asleep, and I know this pile was bugging you so thought I’d make a start. I’m not as fast as you, though.” He mused, gesturing to the items hanging up. “It’s taken me an hour so far and I’ve not done much. How the fuck do you do it so quickly?”

“You just need more practice.” You smiled.

“Huh, maybe it is like playing the piano.” He looked at you and you laughed as you crossed the room towards him whilst he reached for the next item out of the basket which was one of his shirts.

“Be careful.” You smiled, your arms wrapping around him from behind as you pressed your cheek to his back, his t-shirt soft against your skin. “I’m fond of that one.”

And you were. You’d actually worn to work a few times given your ever expanding bump. It was comfy and baggy enough to simply shrug on over a camisole top and a pair of simple black trousers and make you feel like you could still wear professional looking clothes without them feeling like they were going to burst at the seams.

Maternity office wear just wasn’t doing it for you.

“Well stop distracting me and we won’t have a problem.” Ransom moved and you simply hugged him tighter, feeling the muscles of his back ripple as he arranged the item on the board. You stayed still, pressed against him, simply enjoying the feel of his back pressed to your chest and you let out a deep breath.

“Y/N.” his voice took on a warning tone.

“What?” you asked innocently, as your hands began to toy with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” you protested again, your nails gently scraping over his abdomen. He gave a grunt and jolted a little.

“This iron is hot. I could do some damage to myself.” He grit out after a moment, his voice a little strained and you could tell he was fighting to keep control.

“Well we haven’t been to the ER in a few weeks.” You mumbled, your fingers skating across the waist band of his jeans.

Ransom took a deep breath and you grinned to yourself, those damned pregnancy hormones were wreaking havoc on your libido but you were fucked if you cared. You had your own, ready-made outlet right in front of you. And true to form, the minute your fingers reached for the buckle of his belt he gave a growl, set the iron down and spun to face you.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” He looked down at you, and you looked up at him coyly, biting your lip.

“Wanna be a pain in mine?” you shot back and his eyes narrowed, that familiar predatory look crossing his face as he shook his head.

“Oh, Princess, you’re gonna regret that.”

“I doubt it.” You muttered as his lips crashed to yours, hands on your hips to pull you as flush to him as he could with the basketball that was your belly in between you both. His tongue invaded your mouth as one large hand slid up your spine and gripped the back of your head, fingers gently tangling in your hair. He backed you up to the unit at the side of the room, as roughly as he dared given your ‘condition’, the base of your back pressing into the edge. You let out a soft moan, your fingers reaching down to undo his belt and with an easy movement he reached down, gripping your thighs. With a half jump from you and half a lift from him he had you perched on the sideboard, your legs wrapped round his waist, his lips still eagerly pressed to yours.

“Such a needy little bitch.” He growled as you finally popped the button on the top of his jeans and slid the zip down.

“Only for you.” You smirked against his mouth as your hand slid into his trousers, wrapping around his hardening cock. “And you love it, Ransom.”

“Fuck, yeah I do.” He groaned, his hips pushing forward as he thrust into your palm, releasing his hold on you as he shoved his jeans and boxers down. As he continued to rut into your hand, he reached for the hem of your soft woollen jersey dress, guiding it over your head before his lips traipsed a path down your neck to your collar bone, nipping and sucking at exactly the right places which he could find with his eyes closed. He placed hot, open mouthed kisses down your sternum, over the swell of each engorged breast, taking his time knowing that you were particularly sensitive. With soft, gentle fingers he pulled one of the cups of your bra down and began lavishing his affections on your pert nipple teasing a strangled moan from the back of your throat, your head falling backwards as the heat between your legs intensified, your panties now nothing but a sodden mess.

And then a smell broke through your lust addled senses making you still, and you grabbed his shoulder.

“What’s that smell?”

“Dior Sauvage.” his voice was muffled as his mouth still worked at your breast.

“No that’s not…fuck!” Your eyes rolled as he slipped his fingers into your leggings. “Stop a moment, I’m being…Oh, God…” you swallowed, head tilting backwards as he shifted your panties to the side, fingers gathering your slick as he began to tease at your clit.

“No, just me.” You felt his mouth curl into a smile against your skin and you shifted a little, allowing his hand more access, desperate for relief.

And then you caught another whiff, and it suddenly registered through the haze in your mind exactly what it was.

“Ransom!” your eyes flew open and over his shoulder you spotted the smoke rising from behind his broad back “Get the iron!”

“I’m open to most things, sweetheart, but I draw the line at…”

“No, you asshole, you left it on the fucking shirt!” you pushed him away and he spun round as you jumped down from the side. He gave a yell and started towards it, but in his haste he forgot his pants were round his ankles and he crashed to the floor in a heap of limbs uttering a string of expletives as he went.

“Son of a mother fucking bitch!” his elbow collided with the tiled floor with a loud thud. “Ow, fuck!”

You pulled the iron up, yanking the shirt off the board and dropping it into the metal sink where it continued to smoulder and you turned to look at the iron shaped burn mark in the board cover. Ransom pushed himself to his feet, taking a deep breath as he raked his hair back off his forehead, before he rubbed his elbow. Neither of you spoke for a second, before you looked at one another.

“That one is NOT on me.” Ransom pointed at you. “I told you to quit distracting me.”

“You have all the willpower of a toddler at Christmas.” You scoffed and he arched an eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, you practically raped me.” He drawled and you let out a huge snort, shaking your head.

“God you talk some crap.”

“Eat shit”

“That’s the best you can do? Eat shit?” you laughed, hands falling to your hips as you stood there clad in your bra and leggings, his eyes scanning you up and down before they locked onto yours. “Your insults are wearing a little thin, Tiger.”

At the use of the ridiculous nickname you had for him, one that was normally reserved for the bedroom he gave a little growl and in a flash he was back on you, his hands cupping your ass and you gave a squeak of surprise as he lifted you off your feet despite the extra eighteen pound of baby bump and pregnancy fat you were sporting.

“Now,” he spoke, before giving you a deep kiss, pulling back to look you in the eye and the familiar lustful twinkle in those deep baby blues made you groan wantonly. He cocked an eyebrow up, as he smirked arrogantly at you. “I believe we were in the middle of something Mrs Drysdale.”

“You know…” you muttered, as he perched you back in your previous position on the sideboard, his mouth soon back on that spot on your neck. “Of all your recent domestic disasters, I think this one is my favourite.”

“Careful, Doll…” he growled, nipping at your skin, coaxing a squeak from your lips as your hand tangled in his hair “You’re in a very precarious position. I’d think twice about making fun of me.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you gave a yank, tugging on the longer strands at the top of his head, causing him to hiss slightly as his head tilted back, his face inches from yours.

“Both.” he quipped, before his mouth claimed yours once more.

#real life tasks with ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale

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neonponders · 3 years

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I’m not trying to upload daily drabbles lol but I read 2 werewolf pieces this morning and my brain will not relent.

Those ficlets are here and here ~

Warning for Billy being Billy, I guess lol (possessive behavior).

Steve knows Billy’s a werewolf. Like, he knows, right?

But he doesn’t know what that means until he knows.

And Billy has 0% self control, so he hunts Steve down during their first full moon as an official couple.

Well. Official is relative. They made out. Twice. Billy might’ve jumped a gun somewhere and licked Steve’s face. Steve was a good sport about it, and to his credit and Billy’s utter surprise, Steve wasn’t surprised.

Like, how many tipsy wolves have growled in his ear for him to just roll with it?

All things considered, Billy’s fluffy coming out couldn’t have gone better. Which proved the high point before a low, low full moon.

Things probably would’ve gone leagues better if Billy had just told Steve he was coming over that weekend. But like any monthly activity that should be completely expected, people get their periods unannounced, and Billy may or may not have broken the Harrington’ deadbolt with large paws.

It happens.

Except it had never happened to Steve, who stood at the end of his foyer with his nailed bat in hand. He’d planted his feet for once in his life, but it wasn’t intentional. He was a deadweight made of fear, and Billy discovered the mean way that Steve went from zero to panic with no middle ground.

He cried.

He cried a lot.

Billy never took Steve as a crier, but after the bat got knocked from his hands and Billy tackled him to the floor, only to drag him like a limp rag onto the couch, Steve became a geyser of emotion. Chanting Billy’s name out of worry and panic in between strangled sobs against his hands.

Billy managed to half-shift so he had hands again. He’d never done that before. But he licked Steve’s hairline and growled possessively over him until he finally nestled against Steve’s backside, spooning him into the couch.

Steve woke the next day with a red, puffy Zorro mask around his eyes and one side of his hair sticking up from Billy’s licking. Billy hadn’t slept much. He wouldn’t for another day since the full moon was more of a 2-day experience. But he could properly talk to Steve again.

“The moon’s supposed to be fun, Stevie - ”

“That wasn’t fun,” he grumbled, and Billy could swear that his inflammation increased with the threat of more tears.

The weekend came to a close with Steve handling the bugs that had been let into the house all night, and fixing his front door as much as could while a large wolf swam in the pool and prowled around the house.

The following month was a bit of a recovery period. Billy and Steve weren’t done or broken, but Billy could smell Steve’s anxiety and their dates consisted more of Steve napping on Billy’s chest than screwing or fighting or laughing.

Then Steve asked one day while they sat on the top row of bleachers, “Could you...not come over this time? What do you usually do during the full moon?”

Billy couldn’t say which was ethically worse: reacting with spit fire anger or seething possessiveness. He had fought Steve before, though, and he didn’t want to do that again. So he pulled on Steve’s knee so his thigh sat flush with Billy’s own while he said, “I need an anchor. If I’m left wandering...well. The rabid wolf stories come from somewhere, right? I’ll find you whether I mean to or not.”

Maybe it’s a bit heartless. Merciless. Not giving Steve a choice -

“Whether you mean to? So...you just need a person?”

“No,” Billy purred darkly, cutting him off. “I want you. So I’ll find you. Unless you feel like giving me a little chase?”

Steve didn’t. But something changed after that. Come the full moon, Billy arrived to the Harrington doors open a few inches and sniffed Steve - his Steve - in the kitchen waiting on pasta to cook. He could hear the anxious rate of Steve’s heart, and the exact moment he saw Billy.

“Dirty paws outside! Love a’god...if the floor gets scratched any more I’ll be disowned.”

Billy didn’t go outside. He sauntered right behind Steve and stuck his nose into the apex of his legs. Even as Steve yelped and stumbled to get off the wolf’s head, Billy made a mental note to never allow Steve to wear jeans during the moon ever again.

“Billy!” Steve exclaimed and caught himself on the counter’s edge - before Billy bit down on the waist of his jeans and dragged him to the floor. “My food!”

Billy’s hands - two moons in a row, huh - pulled and shoved Steve’s shirt into stretched disarray until his inner wolf howled with delight when Steve did away with it altogether. Billy licked and kissed and nibbled every inch, focusing on his neck, chest, and face. Billy loved the pockets of warm scent under Steve’s jaw; that little triangle in between the collarbones and the curve of the neck.

He smelled the exact moment Steve’s nerves brightened into ticklish mirth, and then melted into arousal. The sour rot of fear still fringed all of it, but Billy opened Steve’s jeans and pulled down his underwear - Jesus, he wears too many clothes - so he could rut against skin instead of denim. Steve began his chant of Billy’s name, but this time it was breathy with lust as well as concern.

“Billy - ah - is this - hah! - okay?”

Billy might’ve looked mostly human but his brain was all wolf. He growled over him, and more so bit Steve’s mouth than kissed him.

The audacity of a human to propose to the wolf that he was wrong. Wrong to want. Wrong to take what was already his. His Steve, smelling like that, sounding drunk off of Billy’s own arousal.

Steve’s neck and chest were red this time, beautifully rich in fragrance and pink when he came. Billy licked his abdomen clean and tugged on those jeans to keep going, to taste all of him, smell all of him -

Steve wrenched his head up and glared into wide, black pupils. “My. Food. Billy.”

Billy loved the view of Steve’s underwear band dimpling halfway up his ass cheeks before he yanked himself back together. The silly little need to zip and button his jeans. The soft layer of flesh and fat on his tummy when Billy stood on four paws again and nosed at his bellybutton.

Steve ate soggy pasta.

#this got out of hand #harringrove #werewolf!au #ficlet #neonponders #pondermoniums #my brain has put way too much lore into this that isn't even apart of this mess plot #they're soulmates #just don't know it yet #i'm leaving this here #my brain needs to stop

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hockeyboysiguess · 4 years

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beer and beanies | j. benn

a/n: this is entire the fault of @danglesnipecelly, so you can thank her, i guess

word count: 3.2K

wine beer pairing recommendation: a nice, local beer. support your local breweries businesses. something over 6%, because why not?

warnings: language and smut. it’s basically all smut.

You scrambled to get to the door, one earring in and the other halfway in, hands fiddling to get the other hook through your ear. You shouted that you were coming, but you knew the person on the other side already knew you were. He knocked again anyway just to push your buttons, making you huff in annoyance. You held your earring in place with one hand, then yanked your front door open with the other.

“Jamie, you knew I was coming,” you sighed, finally able to get your earring all the way in and take a look at him instead of his shoes

“Oh, hi there. What did I do to deserve getting to look at you across the table all night?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he stepped into your apartment, reaching for you. His large hands found your hips, anchoring himself to you as he leaned down and dropped a deeper than expected kiss to your lips. As he pulled away, you sighed, seeing your lipstick smeared across his lips. You reached up, placing a hand on his stubbly jaw, and wiped your thumb over his lips.

“You could just not wear lipstick, you know,” he teased you, despite both of you knowing full well that cherry red lipsticks made his knees go weak and his pants get a little tighter when he thought about them around his cock. “That way you won’t have to clean it off me and you won’t get all huffy when you have to fix it.”

“Your suggestion has been noted and filed away in the trash where it belongs,” you teased back, wiping away the last bit of red at the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t have been a problem tonight if you weren’t so early it didn’t have time to dry.”

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled down at you, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll show up late next time then.”

You rolled your eyes, giving his broad chest a shove so he released you. You did need to fix the lipstick he ruined after all. He followed you into your room, taking a seat on your bed. He fiddled with his phone as you fixed what he ruined so casually, a constant in your relationship with Jamie. You watched him through the mirror over your shoulder as you touched up the edge of your lipstick with your thumb. He looked good tonight, but to your credit, so did you. Black t-shirt, light jeans, and black beanie covering his thick, dark hair, he looked every bit like the fall boyfriend roll he was playing tonight, zip up sweatshirt over it all, sleeves pushed up, tattoos exposed. He wore the sweatshirt even though he was always warm because you always got cold, but never remembered your jacket. Throwing on a sweatshirt was easier than trying to make you remember you bring your own.

“Ready,” you told him, watching through the mirror as his head snapped up, eyes going straight to your ass bent over in front of him, mirror in the background for him.

You watched as he licked his lips softly, trailing his eyes up your body until they met yours. Jamie was never shy about appreciating you. He told you with his eyes and his hands more than his words, but the longer you’d been together, the most comfortable he got with telling you how he felt.

“What if we just-”

“Jamie, we’re going. You’ve wanted to go to this brewery since it opened,” you reminded him.

Jamie sucked in a quick breath through his teeth as you stood up, giving him a little shake of your ass for good measure before grabbing your purse and tossing it across your body. Jamie came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He leaned his head down, pressing a kiss to your temple. His hands trailing down, ghosting over your hips and up your sides.

“But what if we just went a little later?” Jamie tried again, breathing out the words into your ear softly.

“Jamie, we’re going. I already called an Uber.”

Jamie leaned his head back, face pointing toward the ceiling, and groaned audibly. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, but surrendered when he realized you weren’t budging. He was grumpy climbing into the back of the Uber, hand high on your thigh under your skirt, rubbing circles with his thumb hoping to drive you crazy enough to tell the driver to turn around, with no such luck. He was grumpy until you got a beer in his hand and sat down in the back corner of the outdoor patio of the brewery, a pretzel on its way from the kitchen, fall breeze in the air.

“Happy now?” you teased him when he made a pleased noise deep from his throat when the waiter dropped off the pretzel, complete with beer cheese.

“Would’ve been happier to have just bent you over and fucked you in front of the mirror like I wanted.” Jamie smirked as a blush rose in your cheeks from his words, “But I guess a beer and a pretzel with a pretty girl is an okay second option.”

“Just an okay second option?” you teased him as you ripped part of the pretzel off for yourself.

“Pretzel or your pussy?” Jamie pretended to think about it for a second, brown eyes looking up to the sky, head tilting from side to side. His eyes locked with yours before he spoke again, “Yeah, not even close.”

You nodded softly in understanding, “The pretzel is better. I understand.”

Jamie laughed loudly, hand coming to his stomach as his other wrapped around his beer again, “Yeah, sure. You got it.”

Comfortable conversation fell over both of you. You told Jamie about your week. He told you about the short road trip he’d gone on. Both of you used up your saved information, the stories you didn’t share over your nightly Facetimes while he was away. Jamie always called you, no matter the time, even just for a minute or two. He wanted to hear your voice before he went to sleep, win or lose, he wanted you.

He really wanted you right now though, four beers deep for him, two and a half for you, giggles pouring out from you. You laughed at all of his dumb jokes when you were tipsy, something tipsy Jamie appreciated since he could never quite tell just how badly the quality of jokes he was telling was degrading. You laughed all the same, one of his favorite sounds. Nothing compared to the ones he was going to draw from you as soon as he could get you out of this goddamn brewery he had wanted to go to until you put on that shirt, the white one with the little flowers and the puffy sleeves, and the killer thigh high boots. He definitely hadn’t wanted to go after seeing those two things, but you’d drug him here anyway. Now, he was just trying to figure out how to get you out of here and into any bed, any bed would work at this point. Hell, Jamie wasn’t picky. A couch would work honestly.

It took him another beer and another half an hour to do it, finally just closing the tab and calling an Uber while you were in the bathroom. You had made friends, something Jamie usually appreciated, if you didn’t look so damn good tonight. Who was he kidding though. You looked this good every night. He was just using it as an excuse to himself to drag you out of the bar without guilt.

You stumbled through the front door of your apartment one short Uber ride later, his hands on your hips, tugging at you to keep you close and accidentally making you rock back into him in the process. The drinks were hitting you both, making Jamie tip back into you, almost sending you both sprawling on the floor, but his grip on your hips shifted to one hand as he caught the door frame to keep you both upright.

“Sorry, baby,” he laughed, his lips finding your neck as he kicked the door shut behind him. His hands slid over your sides, feeling your curves under his palms, the sweater and skirt combination had been driving him crazy all night. You wore a sweater but still had to steal his sweatshirt halfway through your third beer. “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Ever look in a mirror, Jamie?” you joked with him, making him laugh against your skin.

His hands tugged on your hips as he lifted his head, pulling until you spun around to face him. One of his large hands moved up to cup your jaw softly, thumb brushing over your cherry red lips softly. He looked at you, eyes glazed over, like you were his favorite painting that he couldn’t believe actually hung in his home. He pressed a deep, searing kiss to your lip, leaving you breathless, as he slowly pushed you back against the wall next to your front door. One of his legs carded between your thighs, giving you some friction you desperately needed even if it was just against his jeans. Jamie had known exactly what he was doing when he got dressed for your date, black beanie on his head. He knew that something about it drove you wild and did it anyway, hoping this would be the result.

His hands were under your sweater now, rubbing over your skin firmly, ghosting over your nipples over your bra. His movements were sloppy, lips rough against yours before he moved to leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You moaned when he sucked on a mark on your collarbone that was still healing from earlier in the week. You felt him smile against your skin in response to the sound before your hands found the dark strands of his hair peeking out from under the beanie at the nape of his neck and tugged on him, making him hiss softly.

“You’re desperate tonight,” he noted as one of his hands found their way under your skirt, running up the outside of your thigh.

“So are you.”

He cursed when you palmed him roughly through his jeans, dark, wide eyes rolling back in his head for a moment. You popped the button on his jeans and watched as his eyes snapped forward, chin dipping down to look at your hand as you slowly inched the zipper down, taking your sweet time.

“I want to fuck you right here,” Jamie said through closed teeth, trying to keep himself a little under control.

“Then stop talking about it and do it,” you replied with a coy smile on your lips.

Jamie cursed again, mumbled something about how he was pretty sure you were going to kill him one day, before wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. He guided your legs around him, letting your back against the wall and his hips do the work of supporting you so his hands could wander exactly where he wanted them to. He fisted his hands at the edge of your skirt and pushed up until the material of it until it was settled around your waist. Satisfied, Jamie dropped his mouth to yours again, leaving a deep, wet kiss at had you whimpering when he broke it a little as he tried to push his jeans and boxers down. He groaned at the sounds you made, every single time. They were his favorite thing, playing over and over in his mind when he couldn’t have you, when he was in hotel rooms alone with only his memories of you and his right hand to keep him company.

Jamie pushed your panties aside, not even bothering to try and wrangle them off you with the position you had settled into. Two long fingers ran up your pussy and Jamie cursed when he realized how wet you already were for him. Still, he behaved himself just enough to slide the two digits into you first, making sure you really were ready for him. He didn’t behave himself enough not to curl his fingers up suddenly, running over your walls, making your grasp desperately at his broad shoulders at the sensation.

“Jamie,” you whined, “I need your cock.”

“Patience, patience,” he clicked his tongue softly, mouth focused on leaving bruising kisses on your neck.

You huffed and gave his chest a small shove, even to make his head pull back. His brown eyes, pupils blown out, looked you over, fingers still moving in and out of you slowly and steadily. Your cheeks were flushed from the combination of alcohol, Jamie, and that you were still wearing a goddamn sweater. You yanked it and the tank top you wore underneath it over your head clumsily, tossing them onto the floor. In a bra, with your skirt bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, the heels of your boots digging into his ass, and two fingers curled deep inside, Jamie still couldn’t believe you were really his sometimes. But when you were like this, needy and desperate for him, begging for him, maybe you really were his and not a dream he’d wake up from someday.

“Please, Jamie,” you begged again, hands on the back of his neck, keeping him close. “Please fuck me.”

Jamie was never good at saying no to you, especially when you were like this. He cursed as he shifted, fingers sliding out of you in favor of wrapping around his cock to line up with your entrance. He teased at your entrance, hips tilting forward and backward to let the head of his cock run up and down your slit. You whined, nails digging into the back of his neck, a silent beg for him to do something, anything. Jamie pushed into you suddenly, letting out a string of curse words as you took all of him so easily, hips stopping against yours.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Jamie groaned. “So fucking good for me.”

“Always good for you,” you replied, eyes closing as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of him inside you.

“Yeah, you are,” Jamie laughed softly. “Do me a favor, yeah?”

You opened your eyes slowly, your body still thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having him exactly where you had wanted him since he put that damn beanie on his head before you left the house, which was still on, still driving you crazy. He offered up two fingers to you, the two that had been inside of you, fingertips brushing your lips.

“Clean these off for me while I fuck you, yeah?”

You had barely started to nod, lips parting when his hips tilted back, almost sliding completely out of you. As his fingers slid into your mouth, his hips pushed forward and up into you sloppily. You moaned around his fingers, nail digging deep into his shoulders through his shirt, hard enough you knew you were leaving marks that would be there tomorrow in your desperation. Jamie’s free hand gripped your hip tightly, hard enough you knew it would be sore tomorrow, to keep you from moving up the wall with each thrust. There was nothing gentle about how he was fucking you and you didn’t want there to be. This is what you wanted all night, his self control loosening just enough to fuck you like this.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jamie mumbled when he pulled back from your now bruised neck to look at you. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Your tongue slid over his fingers, circling them gently and he cursed again at the feeling, hips stuttering and slowing against yours for a moment. He ran his thumb softly over your cheekbone as you sucked hard on his fingers, hollowing your cheeks out. Jamie’s lips parted as he watched and felt your actions, hips still as he watched you for a moment. If he wasn’t already buried inside you and very much enjoying that, he would push you into your knees and feel the back of your throat. Well, it was still early in the night, so maybe he would get both before it was over.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Jamie whined out.

He adjusted his grip on your hip before snapping his hips back up into yours. You moaned out against his fingers, jaw going slightly slack at the angle he was managing to hit over and over that had your eyes rolling back. One of your hands scratched down his chest, grateful he was wearing a t-shirt for once because you definitely would’ve given him marks he would’ve had to explain in the locker room tomorrow otherwise.

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” Jamie grunted into your neck where his head had naturally fallen into again. “Cum all over my cock for me. Let me feel you.”

You bit your lip hard in response, trying to bite back another desperate whimper to no avail. You dropped two fingers to your clit and started with small, smooth circles, quickly picking up your pace as you felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and your breath picked up. Jamie could feel just how close you were. He could feel it in how your body was tensing against his. He could hear your breaths getting shorter, heavier, the little moans leaving your mouth getting more desperate as you chased your release. He could feel your moans against his fingers still in your mouth, muffling the sounds he knew would wake your neighbors with how desperate you were being tonight. He used his hand on your hip to pull your hips forward and off the wall. Jamie could feel how close you were and he wanted to, needed to, see your face when you hit your high.

He lifted his head from your neck and his eyes found yours. He smirked ever so slightly before sliding almost all of the way out, then back in quickly, enjoying the depth the adjusted angle gave him. Your eyes went wide as he buried himself deep inside you, then pulled out only to repeat the motion again. Jamie watched your shoulders tense, your pupils dilate wider, and he felt more than heard your scream around his fingers as your orgasm hit you. You tightened down around him and Jamie willed his eyes not to roll back as he came, wanting to see every inch of his handiwork across your face.

You were both gasping for air as Jamie finally slid his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand cup your face gingerly, cheek hot under his palm. His fingers that had definitely left bruises on your hip was rubbing it softly now, relaxing the tense muscles underneath.

“Well, that was fun,” Jamie laughed, making you smile and nod in agreement. “You good?”

“I’m so good, Jamie,” you laughed, letting the residual feelings of your high wash over you. “So fucking good.”

“Good.” Jamie pressed a hand on your calf that was sitting on his waist, encouraging you to tighten your grip on him, which you did. His hand moved up, pulling your arm over his neck, then the other with his opposite hand, before letting his hands come to your ass, lifting you from the wall easily. “Because after your little show there with your mouth, I’m going to need to feel those pretty lips around my cock tonight.”

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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So....about that tinsel. You sure it's only for wrapping around a Christmas tree?

What an excellent suggestion my dear.... It took me a while but, have some Jaskilion modern AU.

This is very much 18+ and smutty. Warnings: Sexual content, name calling, some dom/sub vibes, total misuse of tinsel.

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Jaskier was dancing around his living room humming away to Christmas tunes and draping sparkling tinsel around the large tree. It was probably more expensive than they could afford, two aspiring musicians working part time as baristas at the shitty little coffee shop where they had met two years ago. It hadn’t taken long for them to start shagging in the backroom, really it had been Dandelion’s fault. No one should look that gorgeous all the time, it was truly sinful. Soon after they’d decided to split the cost and move in together and now they were celebrating their first Christmas as housemates, more accurately fuck buddies.

Jaskier had had a particularly terrible date the night before. He’d been hoping that the famous Christmas magic would help him but the chemistry had been abysmal and not even copious amounts of alcohol could save the date. So he was cheering himself up with some decorating. The tree would look like Christmas had vomited over it by the time he was done. He just hoped Dandelion wasn’t the type to meticulously design his tree, otherwise they would fall out big time. Christmas wasn’t the time for perfection, it was the time for tacky shit and booze.

“Jaskier!”

Jaskier grinned and adjusted his tinsel halo. He’d purposely worn thick black eyeliner tonight, his housemate could never resist, and he was feeling lonely and horny. “In here!” He called back, undoing another button on his shirt for good measure.

“You would not believe the day I had!” Dandelion whined as he burst through the door, “I swear people are obsessed with the Christmas range. I have lost track of how many gingerbread lattes I’ve made today and we ran out of the little gingerbread men to go with them.”

Jaskier put a hand on his hip and held out a bright silver bauble. “For you, darling.”

“It doesn’t match the tinsel.” Dandelion sneered haughtily as he pulled off his cute little bobble hat.

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “So? It’s Christmas!”

“Oh god, you’re one of them,” Dandelion whined.

Jaskier smirked and flung a strand of tinsel around Dandelion’s neck, tugging hard so the aspiring musician stumbled forward. Jaskier’s lips were barely an inch away from Dandelion’s and he could feel his heartbeat start to race, a now familiar sensation around his unfairly sexy housemate. “One of who?” He asked in a low voice, keeping his grip firm on the tinsel so that Dandelion couldn’t escape. Dandelion stammered unintelligibly and whined, trying to capture Jaskier’s lips in a kiss but Jaskier pulled back. “Say please?”

“Fuck you!” Dandelion growled and wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s waist, one hand slipping down the inside of Jaskier’s jeans and squeezing his arse.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” Jaskier ran a thumb along Dandelion’s lower lip and the blond opened his mouth, moaning wantonly as he sucked Jaskier’s thumb.

Jaskier bit back his own moan, the little whore, he knew exactly what he was doing. Jaskier had seen those pretty pink lips stretched around his cock, he knew exactly how talented Dandelion could be with his mouth. Jaskier stubbornly fought his growing arousal and smiled sweetly at his friend, brushing the edge of the tinsel along Dandelion’s cheek. Dandelion visibly shivered as his breathing grew laboured and a gorgeous red tinge painted his cheeks.

“You look absolutely divine, love, all dressed up like this,” Jaskier cooed as he tugged lightly at the tinsel. “My Christmas angel.”

Dandelion whimpered and fell to his knees. He was alway weak for the praise and affection that Jaskier loved to bestow upon him, and oh how Jaskier loved to abuse that power. “Get undressed darling, and I might let you blow me,”

“Please,”

Jaskier dropped the strand of tinsel and watch with absolute delight as Dandelion tore at his own shirt and trousers. Once he was naked, kneeling again at Jaskier’s feet, Jaskier wrapped the strand of electric blue tinsel around his swanlike neck. It looked so fucking good against his pale skin and soft golden hair. Dandelion gazed up at him with dark eyes and winked as he bit his lip. Jaskier ran his hands through Dandelion’s thick blond curls and then pulled his head back. Dandelion keened, the sweet sound falling from his lips was music to Jaskier’s ears. Jaskier licked his lips as his eyes roamed over Dandelion’s body. He was slight but still toned underneath all those layer he preferred to wear, and long blond hair cascaded over the soft pale skin of his shoulders. He truly did look like an angel, even without the tinsel.

Jaskier took the blue tinsel in his hands and pulled Dandelion forward, letting out a low moan as Dandelion mouthed at his cock through his jeans. Jaskier closed his eyes as Dandelion nuzzled against his erection. They had barely started but he felt dizzy with lust and arousal. He groaned and thrust against Dandelion’s face. The blond whimpered as he fumbled desperately with Jaskier’s zip, pulling Jaskier’s hard cock from his pants.

“Fuck,” Dandelion whispered. “Please, darling, I have to…”

“Yes,” Jaskier moaned as Dandelion’s long fingers stroked down the length of his cock.

“Thank you… sir.”

Jaskier moaned loudly as Dandelion’s tongue flicked out to taste the tip of his cock before swallowing it down in one go. Jaskier’s hips thrust forwards as his grip on Dandelion’s hair tightened. “Fuck!”

Dandelion just hummed happily around his cock, the noise of pure satisfaction made Jaskier feel heady. He’d never met anyone who loved sucking cock as much as Dandelion, and fuck did he look so good…. blond hair sticking to his flushed cheeks, eyes fixed unrelentingly on Jaskier as he sucked and licked and moaned around Jaskier’s cock. It didn’t take long before Jaskier was gasping for air, moments away from coming down Dandelion’s throat. He tugged at Dandelion’s hair. Dandelion whined, pouting as he was pulled from Jaskier’s cock.

“I wasn’t finished!”

Jaskier chuckled breathlessly and stroked Dandelion’s cheek. “If you want me to fuck you tonight then you should stop complaining.” Dandelion looked absolutely wrecked already as Jaskier pulled him to his feet, yanking at the blue tinsel that still hung around his neck. “My bedroom or yours?”

Dandelion smirked and licked his lips. “Who said it had to be a bedroom, there’s a perfectly good wall right here, sir?”

Jaskier swallowed. There was that word again, ‘sir’. Dandelion had never called him that before today but fuck it was hot. Jaskier lunged forward and pulled Dandelion into a fierce kiss, the taste of his own pre-come on still on Dandelion’s tongue. When he was satisfied that Dandelion’s lips were red and bruised from his kiss he moved to the blond’s throat, sucking and nibbling at the tender skin, delighting in the moans and gasps he was drawing from his friend. No one else sang quite as well as Dandelion, no matter how much Jaskier tried. Jaskier manoeuvred them until Dandelion’s bare back hit the wall. Jaskier kissed the bruise he’d left on Dandelion’s neck as he fumbled for the packet of lube in his pocket. Dandelion let out a peal of laughter as buried his face in Jaskier’s neck.

“Shut up.”

“Not a chance, my dear.”

“That may not be necessary…” Dandelion sang. He plucked the packet from Jaskier’s hands and tossed it to the floor.

Jaskier groaned “What. what do you mean not necessary? Are you mad?”

Dandelion giggled and nipped at Jaskier’s lips, grinding his hips against Jaskier’s. “Why don’t you touch me a find out?” He purred as he bit just below Jaskier’s ear, making him shiver.

Jaskier accepted Dandelion’s challenge eagerly, spinning his friend round so that his bare chest was pressed against the wall. Jaskier placed a kiss to Dandelion’s shoulder then scraped his fingers through Dandelion’s now messy curls. He pulled the musician’s hair back, eliciting a long guttural moan from his friend, and then squeezed his arse.

“Just fucking get on with it!” Dandelion groaned and wiggled his butt. Jaskier gave it a light slap and went to tease Dandelion’s rim but instead he just laughed.

“Oh ho ho! You little whore, how long has this been here?” He asked as he pulled the butt plug from where it had been nestled between Dandelion’s cheek, lube now trickling from the blond’s arse.

“Since my lunch break, now hurry up and fuck me, you coward!” He whined.

Jaskier grinned and stroked the strand of tinsel along Dandelion’s back as he pulled it from his shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Jaskier pulled a second packet from his pocket, rolling the condom onto his cock, stroking the length a couple of times as he gazed over Dandelion’s long naked form. God, he was so unreasonably sexy… Jaskier could spend hours just worshipping Dandelion’s body until he was writhing underneath and begging for his cock, but he would save that for another time. Right now he just needed to be inside that perfect arse, he moaned as he remembered how Dandelion had taken the time to prepare himself in the dingy bathroom of the coffeeshop, how he’d been working for the last few hours with the plug in his arse, how desperate he’d been for Jaskier to fuck him.

“Shit,” he hissed as he finally slipped inside Dandelion, warm and tight around his cock. He could barely catch his breath as he slowly fucked his friend, getting deeper with every thrust.

They moaned in unison as Jaskier bottomed out. He bit down on the soft skin at the base of Dandelion’s neck, burying in face in the soft curls as he began to move. Dandelion was letting a stream of curses and gasps already, his face hidden in his arm as he was pressed harder up against the wall. Jaskier was barely coherent himself, his thrusts already losing their rhythm, Dandelion cried out pitifully, a choked sob, as Jaskier found his prostrate. He grinned as he bit and licked at Dandelion’s neck, angling his thrusts so he was hitting that spot unrelentingly.

“Fuck!” Dandelion whined “Touch me, you bastard.”

Jaskier wasted no time in wrapping his hand around Dandelion’s already leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts as they both chased their own orgasm. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” He gasped as Dandelion keened and spilled all over his hand.

A couple more thrusts and Jaskier was following him over the edge, stars dancing in front of his vision. His knees went weak as he pulled out. Dandelion slunk down the wall and Jaskier collapsed next to him breathing heavily. He pulled off the condom and tied it before chucking it in the bin next to them.

Dandelion laughed and rested his head on Jaskier’s shoulder. “We’re bloody good at that.”

Jaskier grinned. “Yeah, yeah we are.”

“How come you’re still dressed and I’m completely naked?” Dandelion asked, Jaskier glanced over at him and sure enough Dandelion was pouting up at him. He rolled his eyes and pulled his friend into a kiss.

“Because you are a slut, darling,” he said with a wink as he pulled away. “The prettiest little whore I’ve ever known.”

Dandelion scoffed. “Says you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you button a shirt properly.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Dandelion’s hand trailed down his chest, unbuttoning the rest as he went. “We should go clear up,” he said, far too innocently.

Jaskier grinned. “Saves water if we share.”

Dandelion winked and stood up, pulling Jaskier to hit feet. “I love your thinking, darling.” ________________________

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. Day 13: Ironing Out The Kinks

Warnings: Bad Language words, some minor smut (18+, NSFW)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: Instalment 13 of mine, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @ohthankevans13 ‘s telling of Ransom’s quest to become a normal human being. This time Ransom has a hot iron in his hands. What could possibly go wrong?

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