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satormi · 2 months

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·.⌇CRACK, BABY !

synopsis. toji is obsessed with his pretty little housewife. he just loves you so much, he wants you to have all his babies !

wc. 2k

warnings. MINORS DNI. fem!reader, breeding kink, degradation, praise, impact play, choking, unprotected s*x, dumbfication, dirty talk, overstim

“i’m home.”

toji, your caring and hard working husband says at the door, expecting you to be in the living room. usually, by now you’d run up to him and start peppering kisses all over his face. after a few seconds, his nose takes in the delicious aroma that was coming from the kitchen.

“hi baby.” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

you turned towards him, jumping as your husband’s broad shoulders that lurch over you, kissing your neck and looking at what you were preparing on the stove. when you take a good look at him, his pupils were dilated, and… hunger in his eyes. you ran your hands up around his face with a gentle yet cautious smile. “you scared me…”

with a smile, toji picked you up by your ass cheeks. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, clinging on as he placed you on the counter. he then buried his face in your hair, before moving to the crook of your neck. fuck, you smell so good. “you’re wet.”

although you’ve been married to toji for a year now, he still manages to shock you with his foul language, “you pervert—!“

and he shuts you up with a kiss. one that’s needy and so sloppy, completely wiping your mind of any thought. the softness of his lips always made you feel fuzzy, and the way his large hands placed themselves on your waist had you shivering. he gives your ear a lick before whispering,“‘m gonna fuck you right here. right now.”

he stripped free from his work attire, unbuttoning the shirt quickly. he was hard already, and you’re starting to wonder if he was that hard at work as well. regardless, he presses himself against you again.

“is wifey ready to take all my load tonight?” he grinned against the shell of your ear, giving an affectionate peck to the side of your head. “i was thinkin’ ‘bout the conversation we last night ‘n got so fucking hard. my balls hurt... hope my lady can take it all.”

his dirty words make you even dizzier, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning your head against his face as your eyes close and imagine the sight of your husband’s cock. hard, probably an angry shade of pink, topped with a pretty milk color. he must be leaking, you think. his balls always get so heavy when you mention wanting to get pregnant. the thought of filling you with his cum and knocking you up drove him insane.

“take your clothes off, baby.”

at that, you suddenly snap back to reality. “w-wait toji, but dinner—”

“ah, baby. ever heard about reading the fuckin’ room? ” he snarled, palming your clothed cunt. “dinner can wait. i want my wife right now.”

in one swift movement, your apron and the rest of your clothing was torn apart, leaving you fully exposed to the man who is practically eating you alive with his eyes. he took a step back with a smirk, admiring your naked frame before palming the hard-on in his pants.

“y-you’re staring, y’know…” it was supposed to come off stronger on your end, but making eye contact with him when he’s like this is… intimidating.

“weak attempt to bite back,” he scoffs playfully and you look away with a pout. so cute. he ripped the belt from his pants, tugging them down with quickness. he then proceeded to begin walking towards you quickly, making no room for personal space. he continues this until you begin shuffling backwards, landing on the bed.

“you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy,” with a grumble, toji nudged your knees apart gruffly. he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and placed them on his cock for you to stroke. “fuck… tonight’s the night, baby. ‘m gonna give you a child.”

“y-yes pleas— toji!”

he pushes you by the chest to lay your back down on the bed and smirks at how offended you look, but kisses you to make up for it. you could feel his swollen tip sliding against your entrance, your wetness making it easy for toji to glide his length against you. your eyes fluttered while you let out a gasp, arching your back against the mattress.

“such a well-trained cunt i have...” he hummed, before licking a trail from your collarbone to your mouth. “already nice n wet ‘f me. my wife’s a slut at heart, hm?” he rasped, releasing your wrist to palm at your tit and give it a good suck.

his words cause you to whimper, and he decides to gently bite at your nipple so you could let out more noises. cute, he thought. he loved how it only took a few touches and kisses to get you all dumb in the head.

when he finally pushed his length in, you arched your back, your pussy instantly gripping onto his throbbing cock nestled between your folds. “fuck..”

he released another ragged moan against your ear, pushing your legs widely before diving in for a kiss. “my little breeding bitch.” he panted quietly, “how’s hubby’s cock?”

dumbly, you shook your head — did you even hear what he said? chants of don't stop’s escape your lips as a cruel smirk stretched his. he let out a breathy laugh, mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ when he pulled out and pushed back in.

he swallowed, tapping the side of your cheek. “not what i asked” he scoffed, he bottomed out with a groan and your eyes flutter closed. this is what pleasure feels like. you’ll never get used to how big his dick is. how much it stretches you. “mmmmh fuck, baby. y’ goin’ stupid on me already? look at your face.”

you squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips and meeting harsh thrust. waves of pleasure consumed as you with each push. this was a mind-numbingly good fuck. his roughness, his hand gripping your throat, his mouth all over you — this is how a wife should be fucked.

“‘m thinkin’ a boy first, then a baby girl after.” his pace quickens at the thought of your stomach getting round with his kid. you mewled, whining as he pressed the backs of your thighs towards your ears. “this position will give us a baby boy.”

toji’s eyes fell to the sight of his glistening cock sinking into your swollen pussy, juices already leaking a mess all over the sheets. he brings a finger down to rub at your clit and your pussy hugs him even tighter. he gritshis teeth watching his cock disappear into your cunt.

“f-fuck. y’don’t know how to speak, baby?” he looks at you, balls slapping. “a boy, and then a girl. what do you think?”

you whimpered, lost in a haze of pleasure. “y-yes… as long as the b-baby’s healthy…”

he places the strands of hair on your forehead away from you face and kisses you. “that’s right, baby. as long as they’re healthy.”

you were losing your fucking mind. if he asks you another question, you weren’t sure you’d be able to answer him as coherently as he’d like. he was filth. his voice. his hands. his words. his cock.

“pussy so fuckin’ t-tight.” he rasped, “i’m going to pound you so full of my... uhhh— c-cum… that you’ll be dripping from that pretty mouth.”

you husband let out another moan before kissing your neck and jaw. when you finally had it in you to open your eyes, you could see the crazed look his expression had. he was unhinged, the grip around your thighs created lightened marks beneath the dent of his fingertips.

“mmmmhh…! h-hhf! d-don’t stop...toji—!!”

“i don’t plan on stopping,” he huffed a laugh, suddenly pulling your wrists and flipping you on all fours. “not until you’re round with my babies…”

his slippery cock popped from your hole with a squelch and your body fell on the mattress. in a flash, toji yanked your hips towards his pelvis, sinking himself back inside. the two of you moaned in unison and he gripped your throat and pulled you against his chest.

“…’m gonna cum sooner than usual, babe…” he moaned into your ear, before placing a harsh slap against your ass. “‘s all your pussy’s fault..”

you could feel the veins in his cock swell. pulsing, ready to burst. his body gearing to give you what you craved. a beautiful baby. it would have your eyes, and his black hair, he thought. toji’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, erratic breaths as he lost himself in your pussy.

whines of his name leaked from your throat. you felt like a bitch in heat. your cheek were pressed to the mattress by toji and he hoisted your ass in the air. he juddered, the slap of his tight balls against your clit ripping a squeal out of you.

toji chuckled, a choked one, as he gently slapped at your cheek. “that’s it, baby. that’s it. f-fuck, how badly do you want my cum?”

you were close. so fucking close. you were going to cum all over toji’s cock like the good wife you were.

“‘mm~ i wan’it so badly..fill me t-toji… yes p-please!” you cried. your hips bounced back desperately as you tried to keep his cock steady against your wetness.

“mmm, i don’t know, baby..” he taunted, planting his thumb at the center of your clit, massaging tight circles. “what did you want again?”

“mmh hm~ y-you’re cum… please..” you managed through a strangled cry. “i-ngh… want all your cum...”

he let out a toothy grin and nibbled at your neck, “cum.”

and then you felt it — his cum spilling inside clenching walls, hot seed sloshing inside the deepest part of you. toji’s chest curled against your back, hair sticking to the sweat gathered on it. he thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself in your heat.

“hold on.” he murmured, carefully pulling out of you. he laid down on his stomach as he watched his load slowly fall out of your hole.

“s-stop staring…” you whisper, dazed. “it’s… embarrassing.”

though he doesn’t listen. instead he takes a finger, dragging his cum that drips down your leg back inside your cunt, sealing the deal with a kiss on your clit.

“it’s a boy,” he glides his face down your leg and stops at your ankle, giving it a kiss. “i can feel it.”

at that, you simply roll your eyes, bracing yourself up with your elbows to stare at him. he lurches towards you and gives your forehead a kiss and rubs the sides of your waist. “i say it’s a girl.”

“i hope it’s both. at the same time.”

and you stare at him like a madman and playfully hit his chest. he’s lost it. “it’s definitely not twins,” you smile at him, “but whatever they turn out to be, we’ll love them regardless.”

toji smiles. as he stares at you he realizes he’s absolutely fucking whipped for you. “yeah.”

you both stare at each other lovingly, smiling at the newfound hope that filled the both of you — until you caught a whiff of the scent surrounding the room, one that wasn’t just sex.

“shit—toji, the dinner!” you quickly get up and run to the kitchen to see the area had been surrounded in smoke, the fire detectors, just now deciding to ring. you turn back to your husband who is chasing after you and you glare at him, coughing. “this is your fault, now there’s no dinner!”

he looks at you sheepishly, “…takeout?”

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raitonsfw · 4 months

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𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

synopsis: Mornings with Gojo were quite...interesting. If it weren’t for his loud snores and constant whines in your ear, you would’ve fallen asleep by now. But alas, you’ve been up for three hours and had no reason to sleep soon when you felt him press up against you with a shudder wracking his body.

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, smut, morning p in v, cuddling, wet dreams, grinding, fingering (if you squint), sideways position, begging, teasing, dirty talk, creampie, size kink, a bit rough, pet names (baby), gojo just takes up half of the bed on his own and then some, gojo’s a bit selfish but like he does make up for it, bit ooc for him (i think), idk i tried my best (i wrote this in 3 hours)

a/n: needed to write something fit for this king and its not my greatest work, but its decent at best! still catching up on season 2, (though it's safe to say ik every goddamn spoiler, even manga wise.) wc: 1.5k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

The figure next to you snored. Loudly. You’ve been awake for the past three hours, listening to Gojo sleep next to you, tossing and turning every which way and you wondered why you moved in with him. You knew he wasn’t a sound sleeper, nightmares tended to fill his dreams, an endless void of them. Constant muttering about nothing was also a normal occurrence and you sighed as you awoke for the tenth time from a drifting sleep as he rolled into your space. Again.

“Satoru..” You said his name quietly, nudging him a bit. He didn’t move.

Of course, why did you think that would work? He’s over six feet, for God’s sake and way bigger than you. You couldn’t move him, no matter how hard you tried. Best to just deal with it til morning.

The coming sunrise had settled in the midst of your curtains, the colorful pop of orange and you groaned. It was morning. You turned over to face the window, away from Gojo, and buried your head into the pillow again. You just needed to tune him out, though the breath against your neck didn’t quite help as he was pressed up against you in the near middle of the bed now. You two needed a bigger bed.

You felt his arms stretch around your waist and you contemplated whether or not he was awake. You didn’t notice any changes in his breathing, whether it picked up or not. You closed your eyes, trying to get some rest when you felt his fingers dance against your tummy and a quiet whine emitted from behind you. And here we go again, the incredulous noises he made when he slept would keep you up now.

Not because of how loud he was now. But because they drove you insane, oh how close he was to your ear and panting out little breaths into your shell. The way he pushed up against you even more, seemingly never wanting to leave your side and clinging to you like you’re his lifeline. Damn near putting on a show for you and he didn’t even realize.

Or maybe he did and he was awake, who knew anymore?

You felt him hard against you. The swell of his cock made your cunt leak and suddenly, you weren’t tired anymore. You felt his tiny grinds against your ass and a moan slipped from his mouth, you couldn’t see straight. Not when he was doing it again, for the sake of another wet dream, using you like a toy, his toy, to get off on.

You should wake him.

“-toru.” You whispered, pushing back against him and another groan left him along with a gentle stir from his body. You heard his breath quicken and you placed your hand on his, the one resting on your tummy.

Gojo made a soft noise, more like a hm-, and you noticed his grip on you had gotten stronger. He pulled you almost impossibly close, burying his head into the crook of your neck with his lips pressing a kiss into the crevice. His hips picked up a little, sloppy thrusts against you now and his breath hitched in his throat. He sucked a hickey into your flesh and the hand that rested on your tummy slid down towards the top of your panties, casually playing with the lace.

You were utterly his now, nothing but consumed by his movements and his fingers dipped below the lace and rubbed at your swollen clit. When he noticed how wet, how absolutely sopping you were for him, he tutted in your ear with a husky chuckle. “Already?”

You nodded, your head bowing back to meet his. Gojo moved his face in front of you, leaning into you as his fingers slipped into you halfway. His bright eyes were heavy with sleep, lust flickering against the corners and you let out a soft whimper as he playfully pulled out his fingers, the tease he was. You leaned up to kiss him, your hand shooting towards his wrist, but he moved his head and hand away. “Beg for them, baby.”

You pouted a little as he grinded harder against you, and you swore you felt his throbbing cock twitch at your pout. A whine drew out from Gojo’s throat as his head snapped up to look at the headboard, panting quietly. His mouth had dropped open and you took the opportunity to kiss at his jawline, muttering nothing but pleas into his skin. “Please... Satoru.”

What a fucking asshole he was too, solely getting off on you like this. You whined again, nipping at his skin as he lifted your leg up over against his and pressed the bulge of his cock right against the heat of your cunt. He dragged it against you, almost thigh fucking you now as he pulled himself out of his boxers. The crown of it nudged against your clothed core and you gasped lightly, your mind imploringly made up on sobbing for his cock now.

“You want it?” Gojo asked with a demanding breath. He slipped your panties off of your left leg, rubbing his length between your folds. His hand braced your leg now, holding it in the air slightly and the other tangled into your hair. He grinned down at you, his whole body flush with yours now except for his fucking dick which was teasing your clit. He was big, his body and his dick, both and you shuddered against him as you thought about what he could do to you.

It took you forever just to sink down on him when he begged you to ride, it didn’t seem like he’d go easy on you this morning. Not when his dirty thoughts had been replenished by a wet dream of you.

You whimpered out endless pleas and he sank into you with a loud groan. The man was loud during sex too, not just when he slept and you yearned for his loudness then. Gojo thrusted all the way into you, nearly splitting you in two, and you cried out as you felt him press against your cervix.

“S-So tight around me, fuck…” He groaned, his hand tightening on your thigh and you arched your back off the bed, looking down at where you two were connected. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim with nothing but gojo, gojo, gojo-. He pulled your hair sharply, making you look at him with a smirk. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You moaned in response as he rammed into you harshly, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Your eyes nearly swam in the back of your head and he finally, finally, pulled you into a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help your whimpers as he swallowed them whole. He fucked into you with vigor, your slick lubing up his cock nicely.

“Yeah, take it all, that’s good, doing so well for me.” He snapped his hips into you, glancing down at him inside you and his breath hitched, his moans became light and airy as you clenched around him with a whine. Fuck, you loved when Gojo praised you, your walls tightening even more around him from the sound of his voice. “Squeezing me in like a champ, shit-”

He sucked at the soft flesh of your breasts, nipping lightly at your nipple as he pounded into you. You watched his eyebrows furrow in pleasure and he panted against your skin, his eyes squeezing shut and you knew he was close– you could barely register your own release nearing as you thought of his own wracking his body soon.

Your orgasm came flooding through you and you leaked all over his cock, the tension snapping within you and you couldn’t control how your hands flew to his back, scratching down it brutally. Gojo came right after you, whimpers flying out of his mouth and he bit down against your collarbone harshly, leaving a fresh mark. His cock twitched inside you as he spurted his cum in you, languidly pushing it into you further. His hips barely stilled, only stopping when he came down from his high and when you whined from the overstimulation.

“Did I wake you up again?” Gojo asked a few moments later, the silence lingering in the air. He didn’t bother to pull out of you, his head laying on your chest now. The sun had made its way into the sky now, pouring sunlight into the room. “If I did, I’m sorry.”

Yeah, he did wake you, but you’re glad he did. You’re glad he snores loudly in his sleep. You’re glad he tosses and turns in the smack dab middle of the bed. You’re glad he pressed himself against you, taking up all the space on the bed. You’re glad he’s selfish with his sleeping habits even if he doesn't mean it.

And he’s glad that you even agreed to sleep next to him, in the midst of his chaotic nights.

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tobesolonely · 6 months

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A/N: this is the first thing I've written in like 8 months and it's basically just smut...I was inspired...18+ please lol (this isn't proofread and maybe it should be hahahah)

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“It’s like ripping off a bandaid, love. Just go for it.”

Harry and Y/N were situated in the bathroom, Harry sitting on a small stool facing the mirror with Y/N behind him. She had a pair of hair-cutting scissors in one hand and clippers in the other. He was really doing this.

“You know if you’re bald, you can’t steal my hair clips anymore, right?”

He gives her a faint smirk. “That crossed my mind.”

“No more running your hands through it.”

“Are you upset about that, or am I?”

“This is drastic!”

Harry meets Y/N’s gaze in the mirror before turning around to face her. “Darling, it’s just hair. It’ll grow back. Please help me cut it before I lose my nerve.”

So Y/N ends up with scissors to her boyfriend’s luscious, signature curly locks. Each strand of hair that falls on the ground nearly causes her to flinch, and out of her peripherals, she can see Harry watching her every move.

“Just trying to be careful to make sure it looks good…the whole point of me cutting it is to avoid you going to the shop, yeah?”

Harry reaches behind him at this, slightly squeezing her thigh in confirmation. “I know, love. I didn’t say anything. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

Y/N asks him at least two more times if he is sure before taking the clippers to his head, but when Harry gives her a firm nod telling her to proceed, she tries to remind herself to breathe as she shaves the first section. Harry shivers at the sensation of his hair hitting his bare back and shoulders.

“‘S a good thing I got the head shape for going bald, huh?”

“Well…”

”Y/N! You’re gonna make me second guess-”

“I’m kidding, H! I think you’ve got a lovely head shape for going bald,” Y/N positions herself in front of him so she can better see what she’s doing at the front of his head, near his hairline. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair shorter than when you cut it for Dunkirk.”

“Remember when I picked you up one day without mentioning it because I thought it would be a fun surprise?”

Y/N pauses her movements, playfully glaring at him. “I think I’d mistake you for an intruder or something if you came through the door completely bald with no warning.”

“Isn’t it nice that I asked you to do it for me this time instead of just shocking you?”

Y/N hums at this, and the couple falls into a comfortable silence as she continues to cut his hair. Harry fiddles with his hands in his lap and reaches behind him occasionally to stroke Y/N’s thigh, but nothing is said between the two.

Harry’s the first to break their cozy silence. “Woah…my hair.”

“I know.”

He turns around on the stool, looking up slightly to make direct eye contact with her. “You like it, though?”

“It’ll grow on me.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m kidding, H.”

He turns back to the mirror, inspecting his reflection. “Tell me you like it, babe. Even if you don’t.”

Y/N lets out a small giggle at her boyfriend’s fishing for a compliment. “You look handsome. It’ll take some getting used to, but…I do like it.”

Harry makes a slight, triumphant noise before letting Y/N resume the task at hand. She splashes lukewarm water on the top of his head and gently pats it dry with a hand towel before finishing off with his favorite aftershave.

“Good?”

Harry leans in close to the mirror and turns his head from side to side, carefully inspecting his new look. After a few moments, he nods, turning back to Y/N and leaning in to kiss her.

“It’ll take some getting used to on my end, too, but I think I like it.”

“They say that after you shave your head, your hair comes back healthier and stronger than ever.”

“So we’re shaving yours next, then?”

Y/N playfully swats her boyfriend, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, no.”

Harry shrugs. “Let me know if you change your mind, darling.”

He exits the bathroom, searching for the broom and dustpan to get up his hair while Y/N goes downstairs to begin dinner. He joins her soon after, wordlessly telling her to sit down and relax when he picks up the knife she just set down to stir the pot of sauce she had bubbling on the stove. In front of her sits a cutting board with an onion, garlic, and different colored bell peppers. Y/N hated cutting those vegetables because she didn’t like how hard the smell was to get off her hands, so he knew she was leaving that task for last in hopes that he would do it (he did, of course).

“I hate chopping vegetables.”

“I know, love.”

Harry reaches up to run his hands through his curls out of force of habit and abruptly stops when he realizes there is no longer anything to actually run his hands through. He turns to take a quick peek at Y/N to see if she saw him. She did.

“I knew that would happen!” She exclaims with a laugh. “I just didn’t think it would happen less than an hour after cutting your hair.”

“It’s an adjustment period!” Harry responds with mock defensiveness, joining Y/N in her glee. Even if she was laughing at him instead of with him, he still felt all warm inside because at least he was the reason for her laughter.

“I can’t wait for our friends to see–what do you think Mitch is gonna say?”

Harry spins around, and yanks opens the cabinet in search of one of the many boxes of pasta they always had on hand. “Penne or bowtie?”

“Bowtie,” Y/N gets up from her seat at the kitchen island to fill their big pot with water to boil the noodles. “I bet he’ll be shocked, especially because his hair is so long. Do you think he would ever cut his hair?”

Harry smiles at his girlfriend’s chattiness. “I think he’ll make fun of me a bit - maybe call me an egghead or something to that degree. He’ll like it, though.”

“What do you think the fans will say?”

Harry lets out a huff of air. “Oh, they’ll have the most to say. It’ll grow on them, I’m sure.”

“I can’t wait to see all the discourse on Twitter.”

“Only send me funny Tweets.”

Y/N hums in confirmation and goes back to her seat at the table after putting the water on to boil. “You know what I’ll miss the most about your hair?”

“What’s that?” Harry asks his question absentmindedly as he putters around the kitchen, retrieving plates and two wine glasses. “Wine?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N pauses. “Gonna miss having something to tug on during sex.”

Harry pauses his movements at this, his full attention now on his girlfriend. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods.

“You can still grab on me.”

“Not your hair, though.”

“You can leave me scratches. Will that suffice until my hair grows back?”

Y/N pretends to be deep in thought at this, which causes Harry to laugh loudly. She answers after a few moments. “I suppose that’ll work…”

“Y’know how much I love when you mark up my back,” Harry uncorks a bottle of wine and pours them each a small glass. “Now, there will be no excuses not to.” He walks over to Y/N, carefully handing her her own glass of wine before taking a sip of his. She then takes a sip, puckering her face at the slightly bitter taste.

The conversation is forgotten until the couple is in their room after dinner, bellies full of pasta and tongues stained slightly purple from their red wine.

“Is that really what you’ll miss most about my hair?”

“Hmm?” Y/N hums in response for Harry to continue, distracted at her vanity with her (overly) extensive skincare routine.

“Pullin’ on it during sex.”

Y/N looks at him through her reflection in the mirror. “I mean, maybe not literally the most, but it’s up there. Gonna take some getting used to, that’s all.”

“Maybe we should have sex now so you can start gettin’ used to it.” Harry has a sly look, eyelids slightly drooping from his arousal and the wine he consumed at dinner. Y/N throws her head back in laughter.

“You know you can just straight up ask for it, yeah?” She caps the last of her serums and turns around to face her boyfriend, stalking toward the bed as she continues talking. “I’m never not gonna want you to give it to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry now has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gonna mark my back all up? Remind me who I belong to whenever I get in the shower?” There was nothing he reveled in more than the burning sensation of hot water hitting his freshly scratched back after a particularly rough session with his girlfriend.

Y/N nods in response as she drops a knee onto the bed, plopping down in front of her boyfriend. Harry smirks at how she’s already been rendered wordless, situating himself on his knees as she pushes her onto her back. “But first…”

He places his hands on either side and immediately dives in, licking a broad stripe up her pussy. Harry quietly moans in pleasure when Y/N lets out a choked gasp, hands immediately reaching out to grab his head.

“Oh, fuck…,” she groans, throwing her head back in pleasure. “Just like that, H.”

He moves his attention to her swollen clit, flicking it quickly in between his tongue. “Like this?”

Y/N sucks in a particularly sharp breath when Harry speeds up his movements, eyes smug at the fact he already had Y/N’s thighs quivering when he hadn’t even been between them for a full minute yet.

“Harry, please…”

He lifts his head momentarily to answer her, lips glistening with a combination of his saliva and her arousal. “Please what, darling?”

Y/N balls-up the fist resting on Harry’s head out of force of habit, letting out a frustrated whine when she’s met with nothing. He chuckles at this and simply reaches up, moving her hand in the direction of his back. Her nails reflexively dig into his back when he resumes his menstruation on her pussy.

His tongue begins moving impossibly faster, wanting to get her there now. He knew she needed this orgasm just as badly as he needed to give it to her. Harry lets out a sharp hiss when he feels her nails drag down the expanse of his back, her moans increasing in frequency and volume. She was close. He removes his tongue from her clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers.

“There you go, angel,” he reaches up to grab her chin with his free hand to force her to look down at him, not up at the ceiling. “Open your eyes and look at me when I’m making you feel this good.”

Y/N forces her eyes open to look at her boyfriend’s. She watches as he thumbs impossibly fast over her swollen bud, murmuring praises and sweet words about how she’s so beautiful and always gets so wet so fast for him. It doesn’t take much longer before Y/N is throwing her head back with a cry, nails digging into Harry’s back and dragging down as she cums. All she sees is flashes of white, hears ringing in her ears and she thinks it might be the best orgasm she’s had all week. Harry sucks her clit through the entirety of her orgasm, wanting to milk her pleasure for as long as humanly possible. He can feel his back beginning to sting and he wonders if Y/N scratched hard enough to draw blood. He hoped so.

“No more…,” she mumbles quietly, pushing her boyfriend’s mouth away from her most sensitive area. “Shit.”

“All good?” He messily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to give her a chaste kiss. “Still missing the hair?”

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baby girl / nanami

wc: 1154

!! not proof read, sorry. + i'm dead, bye !!

! reblogs and comments/feedback are greatly appreciated! they motivate me to continue writing! :)

the cry of your baby daughter interrupts your beautiful dream. with a small sigh you sit up and stretch, throwing the covers aside and before you can fully get up, a warm hand rests on your shoulder, stopping you. it's kento's hand, of course. you look over to him, a brow raised. "i'll take care of her. go back to sleep, love." he presses a small kiss to your shoulder and then gets up to go into your daughters room which is right across from yours. you smile, laying back down and getting comfortable beneath the sheets again. it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep again.

kento takes your crying baby girl out of her crib and holds her close to his bare chest. he sits down in the rocking chair that's next to her crib, a small night light softly illuminating the room. he slowly rocks in the chair and gently rubs her back, humming a random melody. she calms down a few moments later and falls asleep quickly. kento chuckles to himself and softly kisses her forehead. he stares down at her tiny body and thinks back to the moment you told him you were pregnant. it is without a doubt one of the happiest moments of his life right after his daughters birth of course. when you told him that you were pregnant, kento wasn't scared for even a second. you are both secure and stable financially, so secure in your relationship and he knew you would be the best parents. the amount of love that spilled out of his body the second you showed him the positive pregnancy test was so overwhelming and he'll never forget the way he felt. he never thought he would be able to love like this, until his daughter was born and the love he felt not just for her but also for you, grew even stronger.

when she was born, kento cried happy tears. he didn't try to hide them or hold them back and he let all his emotions out while he held her against his chest during their first skin-to-skin contact. his tears were dripping down his throat and collarbones and he always made sure to wipe them away before they'd fall onto his daughters face. he swore he would never hurt her. he will love her unconditionally until the end of time. protect her from any harm. accept her always for who she is and who she will become. he'll always, always be there for her and he hopes to be his daughters first love. that he can show her to never settle for the bare minimum because she deserves the entire universe.

it was almost impossible to take his eyes off of her in her first moments and it is still almost impossible now. kento doesn't notice you coming into the room. you're standing next to the rocking chair, gently smiling at the scene next to you. you slowly and softly put your hand on his shoulder, hoping not to startle him. "kento?" he looks up at you with a small smile. "are you okay, love?" he asks. you nod and lean down to kiss his forehead. "i'm okay, are you? you've been gone for a while. thought i'd check on you." you answer him with a yawn. his smile grows as he listens to your tired, quiet voice and he grabs your hand, placing a soft kiss onto your knuckles. "i'm more than okay. she went back to sleep a few minutes after i picked her up but i kinda got lost in thought, i guess." he replies, looking at his baby girl again. she's sleeping with her mouth open, a bit of drool escaping at the side of her mouth. you both chuckle and you take your finger to softly wipe it away. "she's so beautiful." he whispers. "she is." you agree. she has kento's beautiful brown eyes and your nose and the smile is definitely yours as well. she doesn't have much hair yet but the small amount of hair on top of her head is the same color as kento's.

"you know," kento interrupts the silence. "one of the things i love most about her is that she was created purely out of love. all of your and my love for each other mixed together and created this beautiful life. she's living proof of our love and she's the most beautiful soul to ever exist. i love you both immensely." he confesses while still staring at his daughter, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. when you don't respond he looks over at you, looking down at your baby as well but tears are running down your soft cheeks. he takes his thumb and wipes them away. "you okay?" he asks a bit concerned. you nod, sniffling and wrap an arm around his shoulder, pulling him as close into your side as the rocking chair lets you. "it's just, what you said was sweet. and, you're right. she is our love and she's the most beautiful angel. i love her so much." you lean down to carefully and gently kiss your babies head. "and i love you too, ken. i love you so much." kento smiles and softly kisses your lips for a few moments.

he pulls away and wipes the last tear from your cheek. "we should go back to sleep, you must be tired." he says. you nod and stand up fully again, stretching your arms. "let's take her with us, i want to cuddle her." you yawn as he stands up slowly. he couldn't say no to that. you both walk back into your bedroom where you get in bed first. kento hands you the baby and gets in next to you leaving a small empty space between you both so your daughter can lay there. you hold her for a few more moments, holding her close against your chest and gently rubbing her back. when you hear kento yawn next to you, you put her down in the space kento left for her and he pulls the blanket over all of you. you both lay on your sides, facing each other and your baby. kento wraps his arm as best as he can around your hip, your legs tangled together and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep again.

kento smiles, he can't believe this is his life. his happy, peaceful life with his two girls by his side. his entire world right here next to him. he gently kisses the tiny, soft cheek of his baby girl and softly squeezes your hip every once in a while. he continues to look at his daughter for a while and doesn't notice his eyes closing and falling asleep. he dreams about having another baby with you and he'll definitely talk to you about it in the morning.

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jakexneytiri · 1 year

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Hi, I can request a family life with husband! neteyam x reader, after 2 movies, please long if you agree

hii!!

you sure can! this was so cute to write and i’m in love with dad!neteyam. i hope this is what you had in mind, anon!<3

forever & always

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it’s been ten years since you and your husband first mated. neteyam was madly in love with you, that love only growing stronger over the years. he could never get enough of you, never keep his hands off of you. you have four children to prove it, and you’re pregnant with your fifth.

neteyam arranged an entire ceremony to be held tonight for your anniversary. the clan spent the entire day preparing, harvesting fruits, hanging bioluminescent plants for light, and gathering old twigs and dead plants to be used for the main fire.

in your hut, things were absolute chaos. you were waiting for neteyam to return home, he had “a few more things to set up” for the party. your children couldn’t contain themselves, excitedly running around your shared hut readying themselves for the evening.

your oldest, tsantu, you hardly ever had to worry about. he was very independent, and rarely asked for your assistance. he was all ready for the ceremony, wearing his special arm cuff he crafted, with neteyam’s help.

“mom, do you need help?”

“would you please help your brother with his necklace? that would be a big help.” you place a kiss on the top of his head, as he nods and goes to help his brother.

your second born, se’ayl, was calm and reserved like her older brother. however, she was sassy from time to time, with both you and neteyam. she definitely picked up the habit from aunt kiri, who she adored.

“se’ayl? do you have your feathers on yet?” you ask, glancing over at her.

“ugh, do i have to wear those?” she groans, taking a deep breath in just to sigh it out.

“yes, flower. your father wants everyone to wear them tonight. aunty kiri will be wearing hers, too.” you say in an excited tone, hoping it will cheer her up.

“really? she is??” excitement lights up on her face, as she quickly goes to change into them.

your third, txonuk, was your occasionally rebellious child, sometimes outspoken, making neteyam be the bad guy when he needed to be punished, but you loved him nonetheless.

“let’s see your necklace, txonuk!” you say excited, kneeling down to take a look.

he lifts his chin upwards, so you can get a good look at the newly placed necklace.

“what a very handsome young man you are.” you say, as he giggles.

“mama, i’m not a man, i’m just a boy!” he yells, waving his arms around dramatically.

“oh, forgive me! what a very handsome young boy you are.” he wraps his arms around your leg, giggling into it.

“mama! mama!” nima interrupts, holding her new feathers up to your face. “these pwease!”

nima, your youngest, was one of the main reasons you lost sleep at night. she’s very shy around people she doesn’t know, but very comfortable with her siblings. she finds comfort in you and neteyam, to her, you both are her sun and moon. you often find her in the middle of the night curled up in between you and neteyam, from the “bad dreams” she has. (she has bad dreams almost every night. it’s just an excuse to be closer to you both).

“these ones?” you question, holding them up. “they’re very pretty, little love. do you need help putting them on?”

“noooo! i do it!” she giggles as she runs off to the other side of the hut.

just then, the flap to your hut opened, revealing your beloved husband.

“iiiiiiiit’s dad!” neteyam says, causing all four children to burst into a fit of giggles.

“where are my five wonderful children?” he asks, looking around the hut even though they’ve all ran right to his feet, apart from nima.

txonuk gives a confused look to both se’ayl and tsantu. whispering, he asks “five? but, there’s only…” and he begins counting on his fingers. “there’s only 4 of us!”

tsantu shakes his head, whispering back “he’s talking about the baby in momma’s belly, skxawng.”

“hmmmm, one!” neteyam says, placing a kiss to tsantu’s head.

“and there’s two!” kissing the top of se’ayl’s head.

“dad! dad i’m right here!” txonuk says, pointing to himself.

“oh, there’s three!” neteyam chuckles as he places a kiss to txonuk’s head.

“now, where’s my number four?”

nima runs over, her arm stuck in the air from her necklace being on wrong.

“daddy, i’m stuck!” she pouts, her little eyes filling with tears.

neteyam kneels, fixing her necklace and freeing her arm, kissing the top of her head.

“there’s my #4. no need for tears, babygirl. are those new feathers?”

she giggles, and squeals “yes!” before running away.

glancing over to you now, neteyam stands, arms open wide.

“looking for #5?” you question, moving your swollen belly closer to his grasp.

“ah, my #5.” he kisses your belly gently, before snaking his arms around your waist, lips to your ear as he says

“hi, mama. looking beautiful, as always.”

“hi.” you smile, kissing your mate, which earns a collective “ewwwww!” from your children.

you both laugh, as neteyam covers your face in kisses. forehead, cheeks, chin, neck, ears, anywhere he could reach, he’d kiss.

“daddy, that’s GWOSS!” nima shouts, covering her eyes.

“well, good thing aunty kiri, *kiss* uncle lo’ak, *kiss* and aunty tuk tuk *kiss* are waiting outside for you four, *kiss* because i have a loooot more *kiss* kisses for *kiss* mama!” he says, kissing you again, chuckling against your skin.

they squeal and run out of the hut, to be met with their favorite aunts and uncle. you stand in the doorway of your hut, neteyam’ standing behind you as one arm is wrapped around your waist, the other holding the flap to your hut open.

“sooo, are you guys coming with us now or-“ lo’ak asks, just to be cut off by neteyam.

“no. you go ahead, we’ll be there soon.”

kiri takes se’ayl’s hand, while tuk takes nima’s, as they start to head to the celebration. lo’ak takes tsantu’s in one, and txonuk’s in the other.

lo’ak rolls his eyes, muttering “keep it in your loincloth, would ya.”

although he mumbled, neteyam still heard him.

“have you SEEN my mate? how on pandora would i do that?”

lo’ak groans, walking away, yelling “get a room, you two!”

“we’re trying!!” neteyam yells back before closing the flap to your hut.

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daycourtofficial · 4 months

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Come Back to Bed

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night needing Eris.

Warnings: smut, literally just smut, cock-warming, degradation, Eris being the hottest man alive

Your footsteps are silent as you patter down the hall, the silence of the Forest House a nice surprise. Between Eris’s brothers and the staff of the house, the place was usually bustling with people and noise.

You slink to Eris’s study, slowly opening the door, trying not to disturb him too much. You walk over to him, draping your arms over his shoulders from behind and whisper, “come to bed.”

Your mate had told you he would have a long night tonight - he had been neglecting some correspondence the past week in favor of time with you, and he didn’t want it to get too bad.

He grabs your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. “I just need another hour, bunny.”

You sigh into his neck, and walk around the chair, moving his arms so you can sit directly on his lap.

He at least had changed into some loose sleep pants, your mate often choosing formality over comfort. You’re glad he listened to you about being comfortable, however the thinner pants might be a problem for you, considering the reason you came to seek him out.

He sets his quill down, his hands ghosting over the backs of your thighs that your short nightgown doesn’t cover, helping you lower yourself right over him.

You practically moan feeling his cock pressed against you, and he gives you a feline smirk.

“Oh, bunny, is that why you came to find me?” He asks, one of his hands softly grabbing your neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking of me?”

Your hips start grinding against him, the only thing separating you two is his thin pants.

The hand on his neck gently glides down your body, caressing your breasts as it moves, and lands on one of your hips, his other hand taking the other hip, holding you in place.

He starts guiding your grinding, forcing you to go faster, as you tell him quietly, “I had a-a dream.”

His smirk grows even larger, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.

“My little bunny can’t have a peaceful night’s rest without my cock, can she?”

He quickly pulls you off his cock, your whine making him chuckle. He rests you on his thigh, barely making contact with it before starting to grind again.

He starts to undo the button on his pants, allowing his cock to spring free of the fabric. You stare at it, the need inside of you becoming so much stronger.

“If you don’t close your mouth, you’re going to start drooling,” he laughs, “maybe I should just leave you to look at it, see if you will drool.”

You whine, picking up the pace on his thigh, his pant leg coated in your arousal.

He grabs your hips again, placing you back on top of him, allowing you to line yourself up with his cock, slowly stretching yourself on him.

You gasp as he fills you up, and you go to start moving again, when you feel a ring of fire around your waist, keeping you in place.

He grabs your face, looking so smug you want to slap him, “aw, did my bunny think it’d be that easy? I still have work to finish. But if she’s good and waits patiently right here, I’ll let her have what she wants.”

You sigh, trying to just move your damn hips, but his fire is keeping you in place.

“Oh and one more thing,” he says, a ring of fire binding each of your hands to his shoulders, “no touching yourself either.”

He sits up a little straighter, making a big deal of pressing his cock further into you, reaching past you and grabbing his quill, picking up where he left off.

You’re not really sure how long it’s been when you hear Eris put the quill down, your head snapping straight up to look into his eyes, full of mischief and enjoyment.

You want to snarl at him.

He picks you up, letting you off of his cock, as he lays you down on the desk, all the letters still covering it.

“Now, for being a good little bunny, I’m going to fuck you right on top of all my correspondence,” his hands start moving up your sides, helping guide you to lay on top of the chaos of his desk. “Maybe your scent will coat the letters, and everyone will know how much of a needy little whore my mate is and they’ll understand the delay in communication.”

You moan at his words. He crawls on top of you, his hands trailing up your legs, his fingers caressing you, feeling how wet and needy you are.

He drags one of his fingers through your folds, your breath hitching in your throat as he brings the finger up to his mouth to taste you.

“Such a needy bunny,” he says, letting his cock drag across your folds, watching you shiver with need.

“Is this what you need?”

You nod your head, but he grabs your jaw, making you look at him, “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you say, keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Good,” he says, as he slides himself into you again. Instead of staying in place like he had been for the past hour, he sets a quick pace with his thrusts.

He leans down to kiss you, his tongue licking your lips for entry. You let him in, the taste of your own arousal entering your mouth.

The sounds coming from you are utterly sinful, and his sounds are no purer. The fast pace, the sounds, his tongue in your mouth.

It’s too much for you, it’s too much for him, and you feel his warm seed fill you up, causing you to come undone.

You’re panting, trying to remember anything other than Eris, when he pulls himself out of you slowly, and starts inching his hand down to you, collecting all the semen that leaked out of you and was coating your folds.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to catch your breath.

“Well if you’re so needy, I want you to have every last drop.”

He plunges the fingers coated in him inside of you, starting with one, then adding a second.

“Maybe if I keep you fuller, it’ll keep you satiated for longer.”

You’re grinding down on his fingers as they work in and out of you. You’re bordering on overstimulation, when he begins biting your neck.

That causes you to come undone again, Eris smirking at you spasming around his fingers.

He kisses you gently as he pulls out his fingers and scoops you up so you’re curled in his lap as he sits back down in his chair, holding you close to him.

“Do you think,” you say, out of breath, “all the ink was dry when you laid me down?”

He laughs, looking at the desk where a few letters are smudged. “Not a chance.”

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awfcspencer · 3 months

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Sweet N Low || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x reader

prompt: Alexia and you are in a friends with benefits situation, but what if you each realize you each want something more but at different times.

warnings: angst, smut (top!alexia with bottom!reader), begging, fingering, strap

a/n: inspired by sweet n low by lily kincade with some of the lyrics slightly modified to fit better.

Part 2 Here

“She leaves my place at 3 a.m. She’s just here to take the edge off”

“Alexia… please I’m close” You beg out, gripping the white satin sheets. You and Alexia had been at it all night.

Alexia was kneeling with her face between your legs as she sucks on your clit with a harsh tug every so often. Her fingers knuckle deep in your heat as she watches you come apart under her. The panting breaths and the moans leaving your mouth filled the room as Alexia pounded into you.

“Cum” is all she needed to say.

Feeling the familiar tight coil in your stomach. Your back arches off the bed and your hips buck forward as you reach orgasm for the third time tonight.

“Fuck” Your raspy, breathless voice cries out.

Alexia helps guide you through your high as your legs spasm and your thoughts are no longer clouded with the stress of the work week that you had experienced, but rather drunk off the way Alexia is touching you.

Alexia didn't want to stop, she had to keep going. She didn't want to face the reality that when you were done, you would leave. You never spent the night. No post-sex shower or cuddles. At the end of the night, Alexia would be all alone.

Alexia licks another hot stripe up your sensitive heat as you try to pull away from her, knees buckling. But she is a lot stronger than you, placing a hand on your stomach as she pushes you back down.

“Alexia” you whimper out. The room is hot, sweat droplets have formed on your forehead.

“One more. I know you have one more.” she demands. She continues her ministrations on your clit, her tongue buried deep inside you, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your high and Alexia knows it. She can tell by the way your thighs tighten around her head, moans becoming louder. You ride out your high and Alexia cleans you up with a warm towel and grabs the water she had placed on the nightstand.

You lingered in her bed, in her arms, as your body comes down. Far longer than you meant to, but not nearly long enough for Alexia. But now you need to go, another long work week ahead of you. It’s routinely at this point. You collect your clothes of the bedroom floor that Alexia threw off when you had first arrived and leave. No hug or kiss goodbye, just a forward head nod and a promise to text her when you arrived home. It was easiest this way you thought, not wanting to ruin what you had going on. Alexia was there to take the edge off.

Each time you left, Alexia felt a piece of her heart break, not that she would ever tell you that though.

“I like it when she misses me. So, I make it a habit to be keeping myself busy.”

Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. A high executive job that requires your upmost time and effort. You had worked your way up the corporate ladder on your own. You had rightfully earned everything that came to you.

In the middle of another late night spent at the office, you hear a ping that gains your attention. An all too familiar ping at this hour.

A simple text from Alexia, ‘Come over.’

You had been plenty busy prepping for a huge presentation that could be influential for your career. Maybe purposefully ignoring Alexia, secretly loving when she missed you. Wanting to hear her beg, beg you to come over, just like when you have to beg her to let you cum. You click the call button and it barely rung twice before Alexia picked up.

“Hello.”

“Quick answer. Must be extra needy.” you hum out, knowing you were riling her up, getting on her nerves. The sex was always better this way.

It was an interesting dynamic between the two of you. You held the power in deciding when you would go over, when you would let her fuck you senseless. Alexia held all the power in the bedroom though. It was the easiest way to forget everything going on. To clear your mind. A release. Letting Alexia guide your body to a release.

“Come over.” she demanded again in a stern voice. You can tell she meant every word, a tiny hint of desperation that only you would be able to pick up on though.

“Now you know that is not how it works Alexia.” It was like giving Alexia a taste of her own medicine. You needed to hear it, hear her beg for you.

“Please.”

“Please what Alexia?” You knew you were already going to give in to the desire. Packing up your belongings and swiftly exiting the office.

“Please come over.” Alexia begs.

“Now was that so hard? I was already on my way.” You baited her and did it successfully. A small huff leaving the midfielder’s mouth right before you hung up.

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A desperate Alexia was always means for rough sex.

Pounding into you from behind as if her life depended on it. Hips hoisted upwards with help from a pillow. Your ass in the air, Alexia’s favorite view, bent over begging as she stroked in and out with impeccable pace. An impending orgasm sitting in your tight stomach.

Alexia quickens her pace, hitting deep with every thrust. Pleasure is rippling through your body as you began to quiver, desperate to let go. But you knew the rules, Alexia’s rules.

“Ale… Please, please… let me cum” You didn’t think you could hold any longer. Your words came out in breathy moans. The tension in your core ached and your legs were sore, Alexia was on one tonight.

The nickname had slipped out of your mouth. An accident that was quickly forgotten as you tried to not reach your high without her permission.

Alexia was blindsided by the nickname, you always called her Alexia, never Ale. Thoughts of what this could possibly mean, were you falling for her like she was falling for you? Caught up in the moment she almost forgot to let you let go.

“Cum for me.”

Her words were the final straw, sending your body over the edge. She coaxes you through your orgasm, slowing down her movements and eventually pulling out.

The routine began again, the warm towel and the water. Each night, for some reason that you weren’t necessarily sure of just yet, you would spend longer and longer in Alexia’s arms. Her strong arms wrapped around your smaller body, it was comforting and safe.

You had to leave though, the routine would be broken. It worked better this way. Alexia understood the rules, understood why they were put there in the first place. A late night hookup, friends with benefits situation, nothing more. What happens when one wants more though?

The nickname you had used for Alexia sent a wave of confidence through her body. She wanted you to stay. She wanted to spend the night cuddling your warm body. She wanted to make you breakfast in the morning and spend the day on the couch watching a film. She wanted you to stay. She didn’t want to be alone anymore, she wanted you.

Trying to untangle yourself from the Spaniard, you can tell she is lost in thought. Like she was trying to figure something out in her head.

“Stay?” Her voice was vulnerable and quiet. She knew that it was uncharted territory, uncharted for a reason. Her eyes locked in a staring match with yours. She could tell it was a battle deciding in your head.

Should you stay or should you go?

Against every single fiber in your body that screamed no, you lied back down, your chest finding her back as you relaxed into her.

As you dozed off in her arms, her scent invading your nose, you swore up and down that this was a one time thing. In no way shape or form would you be staying over again. It could ruin the setup you two had, no one was supposed to catch feelings. Tonight was just different. A one time occurrence.

Unfortunately for Alexia, she was far to deep. Since the arrangement had been made, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that she fucked up, she had fallen for you. Besides the life altering sex the two of you had, in the small moments where the two of you were actually friends, she could see your humor, you always managed to make the usually serious captain laugh. She loved the passion you had for your job because she had it for hers too. Your smile made her smile, your laugh made her laugh. Ultimately, Alexia knew she had fucked up, she had caught feelings when the one simply rule was don’t catch feelings.

Waking up early the next morning, Alexia was set on making a lovely breakfast for the two of you to enjoy. Her smile quickly falling though, your side of the bed was cold and empty. Alexia thought that maybe, just maybe, you also wanted something more, but she guesses she was completely wrong. Your absence speaking volumes. A single text message on her phone from you, ‘home’.

Ever since you had stayed over that one night, you found yourself staying over several nights after that, but always leaving before Alexia woke up.

Alexia was hurt, more than hurt. Her heart was broken. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself, it wasn’t fair to her. It seemed obvious that that feelings were not mutual so she forced herself to move on, she had to, or she would never get over you. She knew a girl at the local cafe near the training grounds who was interesting, maybe she would finally take her up on her offer for a date.

You had left a few hours before Alexia had woken up. It was the routine. You could not fall for Alexia, and you hadn’t, yet. Pushing the thoughts of Alexia to the back of your mind as you start yet another busy week at work.

“Yeah, she says she talks to other people. But I guess that’s okay if we’re both saying that we’re single.”

Alexia had been distant the last few days. Your texts were delivered, you were sure of it, but there was silence from the other end of the line.

You thought about calling her, missing her. Her body. And secretly maybe her strong arms and comforting post-sex cuddles.

You had tried so hard to force yourself not to fall for the girl, but maybe you had? Maybe you had fallen for Alexia?

Thankfully Alexia had shown signs of life and requested you to come over. You hadn’t seen her in a few days so you hoped tonight would be rough. But it wasn’t.

Alexia took things slow, kissing every inch of your body, almost as if she was savoring the taste of you, like she wouldn’t ever taste you again. Forcing Alexia lower as you were getting impatient, she suddenly stopped and sat up.

“Is there something wrong” You asked, thighs rubbing together to get some sort of friction to where you really needed it.

“I’m talking to someone.”

Her words hit like you like a truck. You had just gotten to a place where you had accepted maybe you had fallen for the girl. The girl who even when she fucked you raw, always made sure to clean you up and give you food and water. The girl who stayed up after rounds of tiring sex to make sure she received your text that you had arrived home. The girl who shared similar interests and passions with.

Fuck, you had fallen for Alexia when she clearly hadn’t fallen for you.

“Oh… yeah that’s good, yeah good for you. I um, I’ve got to go, early meeting tomorrow.” You quickly reply. Needing to escape not only the embarrassment, but also the pain in your heart.

Collecting your clothes, just like in the routine, you couldn’t bare to make eye contact with her. Tears begging to leave your eyes. And as you walked out of Alexia’s home for the last time, you had come to terms that Alexia simply hadn’t felt the same. You didn’t expect her to, you were both single anyway, a situation-ship that had to end sometime right?

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lair-of-asmodeus · 5 months

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Happy Birthday Idia! 💀

“Idia~!”

With a final cry, you reached your peak again as your legs shook violently. But with the vibrator buzzing on your genitalia, you sprung back and threw your head back.

“Mmh..! Enough... Th-that’s really enough~!!”

Your head started to spin and you clutched the sheets while he moved his hips despite having came a few times as well as you, smirking above you with his hair nearly full pink.

“Haah~! You say ‘enough’, but your insides say ‘give me more’... Seems like your body is more honest than your pretty mouth~”

He leaned in to kiss you again, tongues intertwining like how your bodies are right now. He then moved his hands that had pinned your wrists above your head, to your hips, and gave stronger and more violent thrusts while his semen starts to overflow out of you. Your cheeks visibly got red while you feel it sloshing in you. You let out a gasp when he leaned in again to lick your neck, then breathily whispered in your ear;

“...Don’t forget that... you wanted me to have my way with you... when I win the game in the first place, fuheehee~”

He bit your neck while moving his hips, giving you deeper thrusts while licking the place he bit. You let go one of your hands from his sheets and pulled him into yet another deep kiss. The pink hue increased while he picks up a pace that has you rolling your eyes further, and his grip on your hips became rougher.

You repeated his name again and again when you broke off the kiss and held him tightly while you grinded your hips against his crotch. He looked at you and does the same whenever he thrusts, hitting more spots inside while your inner walls hug his length tightly.

Your voice nearly broke off when he hit just the right place and your vision went white as you came again on his cock. At the same time, you felt something filling you again, to the brim this time. Then you felt him slowly stop and heard him pant.

“(Y/N)...”

You heard him meekly say your name.

Your hand went on his hair, caressing the unique, silky strands of blue hair that makes him giddy. He chuckled while putting his head on your chest to listen your heartbeat. It was fast and you were panting as well, but the warmth inside you made you feel comfortable with how his cock was all snug and how his cum was in you. He slowly pulled out of you and laid down next to you while looking at your face, with how cute you looked with your flushed cheeks, parted lips and half-lidded eyes while his cum was (literally) gushing out of you.

When your breath was still, you hugged him and felt his arms wrap around your torso.

“Idia...”

“Y-yes, (Y/N)?”

“I love you.. and happy birthday...”

He was taken aback at first, but then he lightly smiled and kissed the top of your head, then bury his head there. You were pretty sure he said something though~

“...Thank you... and I love you too...”

#twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #idia shroud smut #idia shroud thirst #Terribly sorry that I couldn’t bring this sooner!! (19th in my timezone... 😭)#‘Twas busy for me... But hey! At least I brought this to you!! :3 #Still.. it’s a little short 😭

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repulsiveliquidation · 5 months

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Time Difference

Switch! Alexia Putellas x Bottom! Leah Williamson x Top! Reader

Part 2 of Time Consuming

word count : 4k

warnings : none? fluffier that usual lol have fun. I will say I’m not the happiest with this one but no one’s perfect.

“Fuck, Y/N!” yelled Leah, fingers pumping out of her pussy frantically as she fucked herself on the phone with you and Alexia. You were holding Alexia in your arms, legs hooked over hers to keep her legs open as your fingers pumped in and out of her at the same time.

Laptop propped up at the foot of the bed, Alexia squirmed and moaned loudly. Her legs fought yours, wanting so badly to close off and kick up in pleasure. You were stronger, pinning her legs open wide for Leah to watch. Leah was listening more than watching, her headphones on as you and Ale shared one each. The mics picked up EVERYTHING. Every little whine, every dirty word you said to Alexia, you were saying to Leah. She heard the sloppy squelch of Alexia’s pussy, her wet mess echoing into each earpiece.

Alexia was keening, hands grabbing the sheets that looked close to ripping. Leah threw her head back with a loud thud, lips begging for you to let her cum. Alexia began to beg too, tears brimming in her eyes. They fell, her chest heaving as she held her orgasm back.

“Leah, eyes on Alexia,” you instructed, leaning into Alexia’s ear.

“Look at her, Ale. Doesn’t our girl look so pretty?” Alexia nods frantically, your free hand wrapping around her neck. She whined loudly, melting back into your arms. She was trembling hard now, Leah’s eyes and hers locked onto each other.

“Doesn’t Ale look so sexy, Lee? She’s trembling so.” Leah huffed frustratedly, her three fingers grazing over her sweet spot as her other hand fondled her swollen clit. She couldn’t hold on for much longer, lips begging once again for her well-earned release.

“Cum.” You said deeply, both of them letting go and reaching their mind-numbing highs. The hand around Alexia’s neck tightened, her body shuddering deeply as her eyes sunk back into her head. You looked at the laptop, grinning maniacally when you saw that Leah too had her hand around her neck. Leah pulled her fingers out of herself just as you did Ale, desperately taking deep breaths to calm down. You kiss Alexia’s damp hair, rubbing your palms over her rigid thighs.

“Leah darling, you with me?” you ask, pulling Ale into your lap how she liked. She was always needier after sex, wanting to be close to either one of you after she came. You pull the laptop closer, softly rubbing Alexia’s back as Leah sits up with a dazed look on her face.

“Leah?”

“Mm…”

“Talk to me.”

Alexia began to softly kiss your neck, your hands softly squeezing her ass. She giggled, pressing more kisses on your neck.

“I’m good, still here.”

“Good girl, have you got that bottle of water nearby like I asked?”

“Yes.”

“Have half, please?”

You reach over and grab one that you had over on the nightstand, opening it for Alexia. She quietly sipped, turning back around to face the camera to talk to Leah.

“You okay, Lee?” she asked softly, leaning back into your arms.

Leah nods, laying back on her bed. She started to giggle, setting a slight orgasm high Ale into a fit of giggles. You laugh too, resting your chin on Alexia’s shoulder as the giggling turns into full-blown laughter. You’re wiping away tears, looking at Leah with fond eyes.

“Lee? Bath time, yeah? We can set the laptop up like last time if you want.”

She sits up, palm holding her head up.

“Yes please.”

“No, Leah! You can’t be serious!”

“She stole my smiley potatoes! Right off my plate!”

“That doesn’t warrant extra laps at training!”

“Katie McCabe deserved it.”

“You need a palate cleanser. Our freezer only has those unhealthy things because we love you.”

The bathroom echoes with laughter, both you and Alexia sunken in the bath as Leah did the same over in London. Alexia caught the sad flicker in Leah’s eyes when she felt your lips kiss her neck softly in the bath.

“Lee,” the Barça captain called, “I miss you.”

You stop your kisses, looking at the screen. Leah looked like she was about to cry.

“Couple more days, baby. We miss you so much. It’s not the same without you here, yeah?”

Leah smiled, and both you and Alexia smiled back sighing happily.

“Alright girls, bedtime. Any longer in the bath, we’d have soaked up more water than our bodies need.”

“Did you seriously make a sign for her, Ale?”

“Hey, my girlfriend is coming from England to my home, I don’t want her getting lost.”

“Ale, she’s here every other week.”

“And I’ve lived here my whole life, I still get lost! I don’t want Leah to.”

“I saw your sign clear as day, Ale. Won’t get lost, I promise.”

Alexia looked towards the direction of that voice, ending the argument she was having with Lucy. You were already engulfing Leah in a big hug, her bags forgotten to the side. Alexia hugged the both of you, kissing Leah’s forehead softly. You pull back, grabbing her face and kissing her softly. Alexia was next, giving Leah a tight hug before pecking her lips gently. She whispered, “Missed you,” taking her bag and her hand, walking ahead of you. Lucy and Kiera hugged their national teammate, walking with Leah’s other bags towards your car.

All loaded up, you drove back into town for lunch with the team. Everyone had gotten to know Leah better since she started dating you and Ale, having already known her from the years of playing together it was a seamless transition.

The restaurant was buzzing, having blocked off a section for a little privacy. Everyone welcomed Leah with open arms, never making her feel out of place. Alexia was a little protective of Leah, her arm wrapped around her shoulders the whole time. María was in deep conversation with her, Ingrid listening very intently to your girlfriend talking about football. You had your hand resting on Alexia’s thigh, Leah’s hand holding yours as you chatted with the girls. The food was delicious, and everyone added this new place to the roster of approved team bonding locations. Leah, the defender with the palate of a 5-year-old, still managed to get her fix of a bland chicken sandwich this time.

Waving goodbye, the three of you decided to take a walk in the park nearby. Alexia suggested getting ice cream, stating that she knew a little hidden spot where she used to go as a child. After securing three large cones with very different flavor choices (a/n I stand by my statement earlier, mint chocolate chip is the best flavor, and if I hear a PEEP about it being like toothpaste istg.)

Slurping the rapidly melting cones, the warm Barcelona afternoon brought a gentle breeze that was cooling. Kids were playing on the swings, another group of them kicking around a football. Alexia’s eyes shone with a glint of hope, her fingers tapping on her knee, anxiously wanting to ask you both a question.

“Can we play?”

You look at her a little surprised. Leah stops trying to shove the last bit of her ice cream cone into her mouth when it clearly won’t fit.

“Play what?” you ask, looking towards where she’s looking. You smile, Leah rejoices beside you, successfully shoving the cone into her mouth. You look at her and shake your head, she smiles messily.

“Want to challenge them to a three vs. however many?”

“Oh hell yeah.”

Quickly finishing the last bits of your ice cream, you walk over to the group of boys playing football. You notice that one girl is trying to play with them, looking about 8 years old, and is being told to go away. Leah gives you a look, and you reciprocate, Alexia already over there challenging the boys to a match. They immediately start shit-talking when the little girl comes over and tugs at your shirt.

“Hola, Soy Y/N. ¿Cómo te llamas?”

“María.” Alexia walks over with Leah following her. She bends down to the little girl's height.

"Mi mejor amiga se llama María, es muy buena en el fútbol. ¿Lo estás?”

“Sí!”

“Want to be on our team then?” Leah asks with her hands on her hips. María nods deftly, joining the three of you in the middle.

"¿Ustedes están listos para perder?"

After scoring about 15 to nothing, the boys begged Alexia to let them leave. She did eventually, with a warning to let everyone who wanted to be able to play football. María pulls a woman over to you, jumping up excitedly.

“They let me play, Mama!”

Her mother looks at you three with a smile, her smile suddenly turning into a little shock. She kneels beside María, a knowing smile on her face.

“Do you know who these chicas are, bebé? That’s Y/N L/N, Leah Williamson, and Alexia Putellas.”

María takes a good look at Alexia. She lights up, jumping up and down again, barreling into Alexia for a hug. Alexia laughs and gives her a tight hug, picking her up into her arms.

“You’re my favorite player ever, Alexia,” María tells her, mumbling her little confession into her neck. Alexia visibly melts, putting María down gently.

“You’re my favorite bebita, you were so good today.”

After signing her shirt and getting a picture, María gleefully bounded home with her mother. Alexia looked extremely pleased, noticing the lovesick smiles you and Leah had on your faces.

“You’re so good with kids,” Leah tells her, holding her hand as you take her other.

“It was hot babe, you’re a natural,” you say, rubbing her forearm softly.

She blushes, face going very visibly red. She lets go of both your hands, running to the car.

You catch her, hugging her tight. Leah grabs her face and kisses her, their lips moving slowly together. Alexia pulls away from Leah and turns to face you, kissing you the same way. The sun was setting, a soft orange hue all around you. It was the perfect day, Alexia’s hands taking one of yours and one of Leah’s. She whispers, pulling Leah closer only for the two of you to hear.

“Please take me home.”

Shoving the key into the lock was the most frustrating thing to do and it always seemed to be the hardest task when you’re sexually frustrated and need to get inside QUICK. Leah was kissing Alexia in the hallway, knee already between her legs as Alexia ground down on her.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, finally!”

Rushing in, the two girls almost run inside, clothes strewn everywhere. They were naked when they got to the bedroom, you were kicking off your pants and had your fingers on your hips to pull your underwear down. They’re making out like their lives depended on it, Ale flipping Leah over onto her back. She looked a little uncertain, more used to being in Leah’s position. Leah looked unfazed, fondly gazing up at Alexia. She looked back at you like a deer in headlights, beginning to scoot back off of Leah. Leah grabs her hand and opens her mouth before you can, voice as affectionate as she could. A voice she reserved for Alexia and you.

“Do what feels right, baby.”

Alexia looked down at her, eyes softening before filling with determination. She nods, crashing her lips onto Leah’s. You climb onto the bed, hands immediately finding Alexia’s waist. You settle behind Alexia as she leans back into you. She’s straddling Leah, Leah caresses her hips and thighs with the same loving smile on her face.

“Do you maybe want to try fucking her, sweetheart? She’d look so pretty on your cock,” you ask Alexia as Leah’s hands find yours and intertwine on Alexia’s thighs. Alexia’s eyes change, and her big hands (a/n everyone’s seen the TikTok by now lol) grasp Leah’s small waist. She leans down, kissing up Leah’s chest. Her voice turns sultry, mere decibels above a whisper.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Leah? I haven’t had your pussy in a while, bebita.”

Leah keens, nodding her head softly as her lips beg Alexia for her cock. Alexia smiles, looking back at you for approval.

“She’s all yours, darling. Did you want me to do anything?”

Alexia has that deer-in-the-headlights look again as she reaches into the drawer for her rarely used strap. She smiles wide before nodding, clambering back onto the bed between Leah’s legs.

“Want you to hold Leah like you hold me when we’re on the phone with her. I think she deserves to know how good it feels.”

Alexia leans in for a kiss, lips locked in deep. Your hands find their place on Leah’s breasts, kneading them hard as Alexia moves her lips lower to your neck. You groan as your fingers flick over Leah’s hardened nipples. Alexia pulls away breathlessly, biting her lip as she settles between Leah’s legs. You too sit back and pull Leah between your legs, holding her down the same way she saw you do to Alexia. You brush her baby hair out of her face, kissing her softly. Alexia begins to slowly drag her nails down Leah’s abs, kissing softly at the England captain's skin.

Alexia bites dark hickeys all over her chest as your hands caress and fondle her breasts. Your legs have locked Leah’s in place as she squirms all over the place. Alexia suddenly turns stern and slaps her thigh, her captain's voice low and serious.

“Don’t move.”

Leah nods softly and stops her squirming, an impressed look on your face paired with a proud smile. Alexia looks up at you again for approval, you give her a nod and an encouraging smile that Leah whines at.

“J-Just fuck me already…!”

“Don’t ask me, love. Ask Ale. I’m sure she’ll say yes if you say please.”

“Please Ale, fuck me!”

“Not yet, cariño. I want to taste you first.”

Alexia dives in, licking at Leah’s core hard and fast. It makes Leah struggle and whine, the defender putting up a valiant fight to get out of your hold. You’re again stronger, pinning her down for Alexia to devour.

Alexia spreads Leah open nicely, giving you an enticing view of Leah’s glistening folds and her tongue that flicks lazily over her clit. Leah cries out for Alexia, to which she coos and drags her fingers over the English woman’s folds.

A finger pushes itself in slowly, Alexia’s lips tight around Leah’s clit. She sucks and sucks and sucks, finger pumping in and out of her rhythmically. One very quickly becomes three, fingertips dragging over her spot hard and fast. Leah has flashbacks to the other night, when she witnessed your fingers inside Alexia doing the same thing to her. Leah grabs the sheets, just like Alexia did, crying out to both of you begging to cum.

“You’re so wet, cariño. Were you this wet when we were on the phone that night? I think so, you sound the same. Such noisy squelching, wasn’t it Y/N?”

“Yes, she does sound the same. Do you like Alexia’s fingers, Leah? Tell her.” you whisper the last bit into Leah’s ear, hands caressing her abs gently.

“I-I love your fingers, Ale!”

“Sí bebita, you’re getting so close to coming no?”

“Please, please!”

“Can she come, Y/N?”

Leah groans hoarsely, looking up at you desperately holding back her orgasm. You nod curtly and Leah lets go. She comes hard, thighs quivering and convulsing as you slowly release her from your hold. Alexia’s fingers are relentless, helping Leah ride out her orgasm.

She pulls them out once Leah calms and begins to wince, shoving them straight into her mouth. She sucks them clean as you and Leah watch, your fingers dipping briefly between Leah’s legs to have a taste of your own. Leah moans loudly, eyes flickering between you and Alexia, unable to decide who will be the death of her.

Alexia leans over to kiss you again, the taste of Leah strong on both your tongues. She pulls away, crashing her lips on Leah’s softly.

“You’re so delicious, mi cielo. Ready for my cock, sí?”

“Fuck Ale, please…”

Alexia helps Leah move in the middle of the bed. You sit on the side, watching them carefully. It had been a while since Alexia topped last, preferring to be treated like the pillow princess she was. You and Leah were more than happy to indulge her, giving her what she needed since her job and responsibilities often stressed her out. You could feel that she was slightly nervous about fucking Leah, afraid that her lack of practice would make her a bad fuck. You immediately sat beside her, giving her tummy a little rub that she liked.

“Don’t need to be nervous, you’ll be great.” Leah caressed her thighs gently, smiling up at her.

“Hurry up and fuck me good, yeah?” Alexia lines herself up with Leah, teasing the tip in gently before filling Leah in one smooth motion. Leah choked slightly at the sudden intrusion, grasping onto Alexia’s thighs tightly.

Leah hiked her legs back and with the help of Alexia, had them pressed deep and wide. Alexia’s whole cock slipped in and out of the with deep strokes, your praises in Alexia’s ear spurring her on. Filthy phrases left your lips and into Alexia’s ear, breaking her down right with Leah. Her hips never once faltered though, obediently pounding into Leah’s sloppy pussy.

Your fingers shoved themselves into Alexia’s mouth with orders to suck; once wet they found themselves between your legs to swipe through your soaked folds. Slipping two wet fingers into yourself, you chased your high as Leah and Alexia watched shamelessly. Alexia’s thrusts began to slow, her focus shifting from Leah to you. You stopped touching yourself, eyes staring into hers.

“Did I tell you to stop fucking her, Ale?”

She shakes her head vigorously.

“Do it again and you’re both not coming anymore tonight.”

Her grip on Leah tightened and her pace quickened, pounding Leah into the mattress as she tried to watch you. Your fingers moved into Leah’s awaiting mouth which she sucked on hard. Spreading out a little more than earlier, three fingers slipped themselves easier into your throbbing pussy. Alexia moans watching, hips faltering as she barreled towards her high. Leah was too, nimble fingers slipping momentarily into her mouth before circling her sensitive clit. Alexia bent over and suckled on Leah’s breasts; they were known to be her favorite set.

You didn’t know who came first, moans of everyone’s names echoed in the room. It was melodious, a symphony of passion and ecstasy.

Leah panted deeply, hands pressed to her face as she broke out in a fit of giggles. Alexia pulled out and bit her lip, starting to giggle too. You grinned and licked your lips, kissing a giggling Leah with difficulty. Alexia was easier, her lips molding to yours perfectly every time.

That was how it was kissing them. Leah’s lips felt like fireworks, new and exciting. Alexia’s lips felt like home, familiar and comforting.

You reached under your pillow, grabbing your harness to pull on. Alexia pulled hers off, scooting away from Leah with a soft peck to your shoulder. Kissing down Leah’s chest, you bit new marks in places that Alexia missed. Sucking on her breast, you pinched at the other, making her moan softly. She was a little more sensitive there than Alexia, responding to every fondle with a whiny moan.

“Ready for me now, baby girl?”

She nodded. Alexia leaned in and kissed Leah, just as you pushed your cock into her. Leah moaned into Alexia’s mouth, she threw her head back and couldn’t keep her sounds contained as you weren’t as lenient as Alexia. Your hips were rough and deep, hitting her sweet spot almost immediately. You had your eyes focused on where you both were connected, not seeing that Alexia had clambered onto Leah’s face facing you. She reached back and grabbed Leah’s blonde hair, pulling hard as she ground her pussy down on her face. Leah groaned into Alexia’s core, arms wrapped tight around her muscular thighs. Alexia tapped your shoulder, your head shot up, eyes met with a beautiful sight before you. Leah was noisily slurping at Alexia’s folds, Alexia puckered at you, asking for a kiss. Speeding up your thrusts to spur Leah, you grab Alexia’s face and kiss her passionately. You lick deep into Alexia’s mouth, reaching down to spank her ass.

She whines, sucking on your tongue hard. She grasps at Leah’s waist to stabilize herself, her face tucked into your neck as she desperately tries to ride Leah’s tongue. She gets a grip on herself, leaning back and grinding hard on Leah, chasing her high. Leah could easily let herself die here, she’d be a happy woman.

Her slender fingers slip into Alexia’s begging-to-be-filled hole, causing Ale to gasp and ride her fingers while Leah suckles on her folds. A chorus of groans fills the room, the three of you almost at your peak. Alexia leans in again, puckered lips ready for you to satisfy. You kiss her hard, fucking into Leah with more determination.

Leah comes first this time, already sensitive from her first two orgasms. Alexia follows 10 seconds later, gripping your arms tight as she practically goes boneless on top of Leah. One last thrust into Leah gives you what you need, cumming hard just as Leah begins to beg you to stop because of the oversensitivity.

Alexia climbs off Leah immediately presses her lips to hers. They kiss passionately, and you pull out of Leah and watch them for a bit. Alexia looks utterly infatuated, a look that she’s given you dozens of times after sex. You decide to leave them for a bit, going into the bathroom to start a shower. Throwing in a shower steamer and turning down the lights, you walk back into the room to find them both cuddling with each other.

“Come on darlings, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Alexia takes it upon herself to carry Leah into the bathroom. She sets her down in the shower, immediately grabbing her face and kissing her. Leah giggles softly, kissing her back gently. You saunter in behind them, pulling Leah closer to you. She reaches back and tucks a hand behind your head, your lips biting little hickeys along her neck. Your hands knead her flesh, massaging her sore thighs gently as Alexia lathers her up in body wash. You work on her hair next, scratching her scalp exactly how you knew she enjoyed it. Alexia was next, Leah insisting on shampooing the Spaniard. You scrubbed her clean, Leah rinsing her hair out while making sure not to get soap in her eyes. They worked on you last, Alexia massaging your head while she worked the conditioner into your hair, Leah having too much fun making sure the loofah scrubbed every inch of skin she knew about.

An hour later, skincare routines were completed and hair care was done, you called for a couple of pizzas for dinner. Alexia took back her needy-after-sex title, face smushed into Leah’s stomach as she watched the men’s Arsenal game Leah had put on.

“Why are we watching this?” she grumbled into Leah’s (yours) hoodie.

“Because my boys are playing.”

“Ale, just enjoy the football. It’s an important game for Arsenal in the Premier League.”

A minute later, you felt the need to clarify something.

“If it makes you feel better, I still want them to lose since I am a Manchester United fan.” (a/n I have been since I was a kid.)

Alexia laughs, snuggling closer into Leah’s stomach with a smile. Leah shoots you a sharp look, instead running her fingers through the Catalan’s damp hair, slowly Alexia becomes more and more interested in the game.

The pizza got there 20 minutes after you called, sharing a meat lover pizza with your girls was the perfect way to make up for the time difference.

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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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Vanilla Chai | S.R.

Summary: in which reader has the flu and insists that they’re fine. spencer x reader. Warnings: sickness, vomiting, morgue/dead body on a case Word Count: 1.5k

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The sunrise of the early Friday morning shone through your blinds and cast its rays upon your face. You stirred, slowly opening your eyes, then closing them almost as quickly due to the pounding in your head.

You groaned, squinting to check the time. Fuuuck, you thought. It was well past the time you needed to get up. You would have plenty of time to get ready, but the thought of having to leave your warm, cozy bed was pure torture.

You reluctantly tore yourself from your bed, shivering when your skin hit the cool air that was once shielded by your tan colored comforter. You made your way to your closet and began the agonizing torture that was preparing for the day.

No matter what, though, you would be going to work. You weren't sick -- you didn't have time to be sick.

✿

You walked into the building with one hand securing your satchel and the other pressing against your temple lightly, attempting to ease the pain radiating through your skull. Tylenol had been fruitless in your attempt to ease the splitting headache plaguing you.

Upon entering the bullpen, you made your way over to your desk, squinting from the bright, harsh LED lights. You plopped down in your desk chair, draping your bag atop the back of it. Before you could even gather your surroundings, a cup from the local coffee shop was placed in front of you.

"Dirty chai," a voice spoke. "With two pumps of vanilla."

Spencer Reid, your boyfriend, your partner in crime - literally. A godsend. If anything could cure you, it was a chai latte.

You looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "You're truly amazing. Thank you."

"My pleasure," he cooed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and kissing the top of your head as a greeting. Almost as quickly as he touched you, he pulled away.

"You're warm," He stated, matter-of-factly, before returning his hand to your forehead. His brows furrowed in a swirling concoction of confusion and worry.

You waved him off nonchalantly. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. Probably just dehydrated or something." You sipped at your latte, humming contentedly at the sweet, milky liquid.

The young genius was unconvinced and peered at you skeptically through black rimmed glasses. Your favorite. You recalled a moment before you started dating in which you sheepishly admitted how much you liked when he wore them. Spencer had blushed so deeply his face was the shade of a tomato. He had timidly thanked you for the compliment and you had noticed that he wore the glasses much more often after the exchange.

"Have you taken any fever reducer?" Spencer mused, and you hummed again in response, signaling you had, and took another sip of your tea. His brows furrowed again.

"I promise I'm fine, Spence. Now if you don't mind, I've got a lot of paperwork to complete." You smiled softly at the tall man beside you, and he seemed to relax slightly.

"Just," he started. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I could pick up some extra strength acetaminophen if you want me to."

"I will let you know. Promise," you smirked at your partner's concern. It was charming, really, but you were fine. Whenever you had been sick in the past, if anything it was merely a nuisance. All it had been was a hinderance preventing you from getting your work done.

Your thought was cut short by another voice speaking. "We've got a case. Conference room in 5." Hotch spoke, his voice embodying its usual firm timbre.

"Duty calls," you joked to Spencer, standing up to begin the trek to the conference room. As you stood, the hammering in your head began again, stronger this time. One hand flew to your temple, rubbing in hopes to soothe it, and the other gripped the edge of your desk.

"Whoa," Spencer reached for you, a hand resting on your waist, squeezing firmly yet also gently. “Do you need to sit?"

You waited a moment, allowing the black veil of dizziness to fade away. "No," you spoke softly. "No, I'm okay. Must've gotten up too fast." You gave him a smile.

Spencer was skeptical, you could read it across his features, of which were twisted up in apprehension. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

“C’mon, worry wart.” You both traveled up the stairs to the conference room. Spencer walked behind you, picking up on the fact that you were walking slower than usual. Your steps seemed calculated, ensuring that your feet would land firmly on each step.

You sat down at the round table, Spencer selecting the seat right next to yours. A sigh expelled from your mouth and your eyes closed, attempting to fend off the dizzying feeling that continued to consume you.

Spencer reached you under the table, rubbing his thumb against the lower part of your thigh. Oh how you wanted to curl up with him on the couch, his arms holding you tightly against him… No. You were fine! You needed to concentrate on work. You could rest with Spencer later.

Hotch and the rest of the team entered the room and took their seats. You listened to the case being explained, but your mind continued to drift towards nothingness. You just could not, for the life of you, get yourself to focus.

“Agent Y/L/N?” Hotchner’s voice seemed to be ten times as harsh as usual. God, did he have to talk so loud? Or was it purely the constant amplification of sound that swirled in your head?

“Yes, sorry?” You spoke, but your vision blurred and you started to see two of everything. You closed your eyes tightly, willing the double vision to dissipate. You could feel Spencer's gaze burn into you from your peripheral vision.

“You, Reid, and Prentiss will go to the medical examiner.”

“Yes, sir.”

You were thankful that no further questions were asked about your lack of active listening. You gathered your satchel and additional items in preparation to head out with the rest of the team. Before you could began your descent back down the stairs, a gentle touch laid on your arm.

"Are you sure you're alright? You can go home if you aren't feeling well. Hotch will understand," Spencer's voice soothed you, and pulled you in as if it were suctioning you to him. His fingers rubbed the back of your arm delicately.

Boy, did you want to just go home and cuddle under a blanket and watch your favorite show... No, you could do this. You wanted to be here for this case. Besides, it was Friday. You just needed to get through today and you could enjoy some much needed time off over the weekend.

"Yes, I'll be okay," you assured, leaning yourself into his side slightly. You could smell the scent of chai and cinnamon on him and it was the most comforting scent you could imagine in that moment. Spencer seemed to smell different each day, today it was chai and cinnamon, yesterday it was lavender and chamomile. You looked forward to what tomorrow's fragrance would be.

✿

The drive to the medical examiner's office was largely uneventful. Spencer drove, with you in the passenger's seat, and Emily in the back. The local radio station played softly through the speakers of the van, and Spencer snuck looks at you that you pretended not to notice.

You all made your way inside the building, its walls white and sterile like a hospital. The smell of bleach and cleaning chemicals wafted into your nostrils, and you found yourself craving the aroma of lavender and chamomile.

Prentiss suggested that the two of you go with the medical examiner to gather information about the body. That would leave Spencer to go through the files and reports related to the case. It made sense; Spencer could read through the handful of files in mere minutes. However, he was reluctant. His hazel eyes peered at you, questioning. You just smiled in response, communicating that you would be fine.

The morgue smelled even stronger of bleach and chemicals, and you felt your stomach do flips. The examiner displayed the body for you and Emily to look at. As always, it was a gruesome sight, but you were unfortunately used to it. But, why were you feeling entirely sick to your stomach all of a sudden?

You could feel something in your throat, and you knew you needed to get outside or to a trash can, whichever came first. You dashed towards the back exit so quickly, that you didn't even notice Spencer's worried stare.

Upon seeing your fleeing form, Spencer lightly tossed the files he was skimming onto the mahogany table and quickly bounded toward you. He arrived just in time to hold the heavy door with one hand and gather your hair on your neck with the other.

You heaved, tears burning your eyes. Spencer switched to use his hip to hold open the door and utilized his now free hand to rub circles on your back.

"Let it out," he cooed, continuing the soft, repetitive motion on your back.

"Spencer," you gasped.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm sick."

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avocado-writing · 2 months

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Ok this request might be a bit specific but can you write headcanons for halsin,astarion ,dammon karlach and lae'zel (feel free to add any other character if you want) when their petite partner comes back from fighting the god of death and suddenly they're towering over them? (It's temporary but they'll take advantage of the fact that they can carry halsin)

This happened to me in my play through, I kept trying to remove items from my inventory because I was slower and it wasn't until I came across halsin in the camp that I was like " hold on... Halsin why are you so tiny???" Then realised

LMAO i have never had this!!! do you change size during the myrkul battle? that's SO funny if so. gonna change the prompt to be a bit less specific, but will still include a size change! under a cut bc nsfw, minors dni

Astarion

your shadow falls over him. he looks up. and up, and up. "oh... darling. you've... grown."

you apologise and tell him that this is only temporary, but he really doesn't seem to mind it all that much.

sits in your lap and likes to feel very small, curling up like a cat. you can practically hear him purr.

when you go to bed that night, if you're intimate, he'll enjoy straddling you and feeling how wide his legs have to splay around your wide hips.

he falls asleep on top of you, like you're his giant pillow. it makes him feel safe and protected.

he's woken up when you're back to your usual size, slapping at him to move off you - he's crushing you!

Halsin

he feels relieved not to be the tall one for once. it's nice for him to look up at you!

"my, when you're this size, i can appreciate all of you so much more... see magnified what nature has blessed you with..."

if you're comfortable with your size he wildshapes into something small so that he can really enjoy how big you are. little cat halsin nestled in your huge shirt <3

pick him up and carry him to bed. he's thrilled.

when you lay together that night he labours over every lovely inch of you, musing in great detail about how wonderful you are, how he enjoys you feeling so large compared to him...

but the next day he is just as happy to have you back to your normal body. no matter how you look, you are perfect.

Karlach

like Halsin, she is so pleased to be the small one for a while.

keeps wanting to compare the size of her hand to yours. they're so big now! amazing!

can't stop giggling when you reach down to kiss her. likes it when you cup her face.

when you have sex, she's thrilled by how small she feels, how you can take control of her a bit physically.

afterwards she just lays there going. "wow. wow. WOW."

lets you know that she wouldn't mind a repeat performance...

Lae'zel

is confused, but you can see her try and hide a smile.

"an interesting development. is this permanent?" "it shouldn't be." "hmm. then we shall explore what it means later."

before you go to bed, she's pleased to have you slightly stronger in order to help her around the camp. you can hold her weapons and stuff for her while she sharpens them lmao

at night you can tell she's thrilled when she dominates you and you're this size. you're both even more exhausted than usual the next day, and she's just smug.

Dammon

you walk into his forge and start knocking stuff over accidentally

probably bang your head too...

he's so surprised and helps you get your bearings, asking what's happened.

you explain you took this elixir and in order to help him more in the forge... but now you're just causing a ruckus.

he smiles sweetly and brings you down for a kiss, reassuring you there's no problem and it was a sweet idea.

probably gets you to sit to the side and keep him company while he works though, he doesn't want you hurting yourself!

and bonus:

Gale

my man loves to be thrown around a bit. prove me wrong.

eyes light up when you walk in.

does a lot of experiments to test your altered strength. you suggest maybe you'd prefer to explore hypotheticals in the bedroom...

you pick him up and carry him, bridal-style, to the bedroom.

pin him against the wall and suck his cock until he's a whimpering mess...

you need a lot of aftercare for him because he becomes easily overstimulated but keeps asking for more. wears his massive love bites with pride the next day <3

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queenofcoquette · 6 months

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school advice: academic excellence

introduction:

there's lots of people who don't have a lot of time to study- some people work jobs to help support their family, or have to take care of their siblings becuz their parents work long shifts. if you're in this situations i don't think i can help, since i've never had to face it. all i can say is pick the tips you know you can use, and adjust them however you can to your circumstances. i tried to make this as inclusive as possible to anyone who's short on free-time or doesn't have money to spend.

motivation:

set your goals. think about college, where you want to go and how to do it. this is what i do a lot- i think about my dream college and i think about the work ethic i need for it.

gratitude. another thing you can think about is how lucky you are to get an education, because a lot of people can't go to school, especially women.

also i like to think about my mom becuz when she was 18 she came to america and had to learn english while studying pharmacology and working a part-time job. she did it all and graduated the top of her class, got accepted into nyu (she didnt go becuz her family couldnt afford it) and when i think about how well she did with everything going against her ik that i can do great academically.

while in school:

make sure your notes are CLEAR. write brief things- formulas, bullet points, etc. only highlight formulas, key points and vocab

make to-do lists (write down what hw you have to do, what you have to study for and when things are due)

ALWAYS ask questions about things you're not clear on (ask the teacher or classmates, whatever works better for u!)

if your teacher allows it, go in early or after school if you have more questions/need more help

do extra credit assignments!! even if your grade is good it's always good to get extra practice and more points.

study habits:

set up an environment to study in. go to a quiet place where you can set up what you need. make sure that it's clean, quiet and free of distractions.

get a drink and/or healthy snacks.

imagine you're teaching someone the lesson. one technique my mom taught me (who studied pharmacology in america while learning english and got straight a's) was to imagine that you're teaching the material to another person. she had a whiteboard to write equations/formulas and would explain them like she was the teacher.

utilize online resources.use things like quizizz, blooket, kahoot, khan academy- free online resources that can help you study.

watch videos. especially for math & science- find videos on youtube that explain concepts and just pay attention.

blurting technique:

pick a certain topic and write down EVERYTHING you can think of- all sorts of notes, key points, questions, everything that comes into your head for about 10 minutes.

afterwards, go back in and add what you missed. structure and organize your final version. this gives you a stronger understanding of the topic.

pomodoro technique:

take about 25 minutes (set a timer) and spend that time competely invested in what you're doing. it's a challenge to stay concentrated, but eventually you'll get the hang of it. after the timer goes off take a 5 minute break & repeat. each time you do it the break gets longer.

when you get a bad grade:

having a good mindset. i know it's easy to get so upset about bad grades take this as a wake-up call and think "how can i do better?" instead of degrading yourself just think about what you could've done differently and what you can do to stop it from ever happening again.

go in for extra help. if your teacher is available before or after school get extra help, or if you have a friend that can help then utilize that! ask all your questions and have it explained one on one.

finally i want to give credit to @mawena_tafa on instagram who made a video about the blurting and pomodoro technique :)

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poeticmystery · 15 days

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I’m on my knees begging for a jealous percy x fem!reader please 🙏🙏

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ALWAYS BEEN HERE (p.j.)

summary : in which percy and y/n din’t notice each other, even though they’ve always been there.

w.c. : about 1.5k

a/n : first writing in a few months! there’ll probably (definitely) be a part 2 for this but i just needed tk get smth out 😭

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warning(s) : none!

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percy shouldn’t care if you were flirting with another guy. even if that guy was taller, stronger, and older. he shouldn’t care. he really really shouldn’t. the two of you hated each other.

that being said, he couldn’t draw his eyes away from you and luke castellan’s bodies, so close you were practically touching. you laughed at every one of the older boy’s jokes, your lips rounding around your teeth and you smiled widely.

“gods, they’re all over each other,” the boy scoffed, looking to his best friend, tearing his stare away from the sight across the campfire flames.

grover, as unphased as ever, just shrugs. “yeah. have been for a couple weeks now,” he says, shoving a perfectly-roasted marshmallow into his mouth, “‘m happy for them. they seem to like each other.”

“yeah, a lot.” percy adds with a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t get it!” he continues, “why are they so out and the open about it?! that’s too much pda.”

he would act this way with anyone, right? yeah. you guys just shouldn’t be on top of each other like that.

“percy, they’re barely touching,” his satyr friend points out, his voice flat.

“so?- still! grover, you’re supposed to be on my side,” percy insisted.

“alright,” the overall passive boy supports, “i guess they’re kinda close, especially in public.”

“exactly!” percy agreed, enthusiastic while keeping his voice low.

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the next time percy saw you and luke together was at the arena. you and percy were sparring, your swords clashing together as sweat fell down the both of you.

suddenly, luke came into frame. he wasn’t in the way, or even in the main part where people would spar. he was sort of off to the sides, but close enough to distract percy.

you were able to pin the boy down, cheering in triumph and getting off of him.

he blinked, his brain catching up to what had just happened. he lay still on the dirt, looking up at you.

“dude, are you gonna get up?”

except it wasn’t your voice, it was luke’s.

luke stood over him, just mere inches away from where you were standing. why did you guys always have to be like that?

it was like the gods were trying to torture him.

luke wasn’t even a good person, not even close to good enough for you. you were sweet, and funny, and you always thought of others. maybe you weren’t that way withh percy, but he wasn’t blind.

“need a hand?” you asked, extending your arms towards him.

he grabbed it silently, pulling himself up.

his mouth opened to say something, to relieve himself of the thoughts swirling through his head. though, he didn’t get the chance to, considering luke came up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“c’mon,” the boy said, his tone slightly harsher than percy preferred.

that stayed with anyone. nobody should be talked to like that, even if he constantly butted heads with them.

surpising not only you, but his self aswell, he shot you an apologetic glance.

you just let it slide off, as if you hadn’t seen anything at all.

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later on that week, he saw you and luke arguing about something.

the two of you shouted at each other, words percy couldn’t pick up. luke was looking st you, a flame in his eye, as if he didn’t care at all.

percy knew you saw it to, because you held your hand up, then stormed off.

he couldn’t lie, he felt bad. you didn’t deserve that. you deserved someone better, someone who would care.

that clearly wasn’t luke.

should he comfort you? you looked upset.

he should atleast ask if you were alright.

so that’s what he did.

he slowly approached you, as if you would turn and get angry at him for doing so. you were turned away, your back facing him as you chewed anxiously on your nail.

“y/n?” he called out, standing a couple feet away from you.

you spun on your heel, your tear-brimmed eyes not going unnoticed by percy. he didn’t comment on it, wanting to at least let you have something.

“i uh, heard what happened. you alright?” the boy asked, his hand reaching up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, awaiting your response.

he watched as your facade changed, pulling your hand away from your lips sighing deeply.

“yeah, i guess. he was an asshole, so i mean, it was bound to happen,” you said, trying to assure you weren’t sad. your voice cracked as you spoke, something you tried to cover with a small laugh.

after years of arguing with you, percy had gotten used to all the small things about you. how you were when you were lying, when you were sad, angry, anything.

so, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“want a, uh, hug or something?”

that wasn’t weird, right?

of course not.

he was just comforting you. he’d do it with anyone, obviously. he wasn’t a monster. he wasn’t about to just let you stand there in yiur sadness.

you just nodded, hesitantly wrapping your arms around the boy’s neck.

the embrace was a stiff, but comforting nonetheless. it was good to know there was at least someone who believed you and din’t blame you for the split.

you knew in just a few hours time people would start asking luke what happened, and fall victim to his charm, just as you had.

percy waited until you pulled away first, not wanting you to feel like he was just doing this to do it. he truly didn’t mind holding you for longer, and over a few seconds he tightened his arms, making it feel more natural.

after a moment, you unraveled your arms from him, sending him a soft smile to accompany your soft words.

“thank you, percy.”

he took in your appearance, his eyes roaming all around your face. a small tear had made its’ way down your cheek, something that he didn’t fail to notice, but also didn’t want to comment on.

after all, you two weren’t close. what would he do if you started crying? he didn’t have time to think about it, as you turned and walked quickly towards your cabin, as if you had been itching to get away.

he saw you next at the campfire, a few days later. considering the amount of time that had passed, he just assumed that you were taking time to comprehend everything.

when you sat across the fire from him, you looked completely fine. as if nothing had happened.

your friends swarmed around you, their faces lighting up at the sight of you. percy assumed they hadn’t seen you either.

you laughed and chatted with the other half-bloods around you, but it all looked strained to percy. maybe he just wasn’t used to you smiling in any way except sarcastically, or the stuff with like was still hitting you hard.

luke.

percy’s mind roamed. what had you even seen in him? he couldn’t have been that funny. and he certainly wasn’t the nicest guy around.

was it his looks? percy asked himself. he knew luke was attractive, but that couldn’t be it.

his thoughts vanished as he heard someone say your name.

they seemed to do that now a days. he chalked it up to you going through rough time.

he heard your name again, and saw you sort of pretending you didn’t hear it. your conversation with your friends continued, not paying any mind to someone trying to get your attention.

rude, the boy thought, his previous feelings for you resurfacing.

his negativity towards you dissolved as he saw who was bidding for you.

luke.

why did everything revolve around luke?

he didn’t know why, but percy wanted to help you.

him and luke weren’t friends, but they weren’t enemies. so, he approached the other boy, sparking up a conversation. he said everything he could think of, anything that would get luke off of your back.

as much as percy disliked you, he disliked seeing you cry even more. so, if he stopped someone from making you cry, it was a win-win.

he walked off with luke, looking back to see if anyone was looking at him and the other boy. when he did, he locked eyes with you, and noticed a small smile blooming from your lips.

he offered one back, then watched as you turned back to your friends.

maybe you guys weren’t so against each other anymore.

percy couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

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peachesyeo · 28 days

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Treasure - MATZ preview

THIS SERIES IS MATURE! MINORS DNI!

⊹ 0.6k words ⊹ alpha!seonghwa x beta!male!reader x packomega!hongjoong.

✧a/n: hello, darlings. so yeah, my second attempt at writing smut. sorry if it's x male reader, but there's just so less of them that i feel that i needed to contribute more. this story is inspired by @holybibly (oh i feel so nervous for tagging you ma'am, but i hope you know you inspired me through your work) and strawberry_luna on AO3 (i can't seem to find her tumblr account). this is only a small preview, it would be released on 14th April, a gift from me to all readers (:

tags are welcome, just reply under this post.

𓋼𓍊 playlist: Mount Everest - Labrinth

⊂ content: not your traditional a/b/o dynamic, daddy/mommy kink, mommy!hwa supremacy, powerbottom!hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, sub!switch!reader (for this chapter). :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

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Being a beta means a lot of things.

In a pack, a beta serves as somewhat of a mediator. Their role is to ease tensions between alphas or to soothe nervous omegas. In terms of sexual dynamics, betas are there to assist alphas with their rut when no omegas are available, and to mate with pregnant omegas, as unlike alphas, they do not possess knots, therefore could safely grant an omega's sexual needs while pregnant.

A beta cannot impregnate someone, nor can they become pregnant. While some see this as a limitation, others relish in the fact. Slowly, betas became objects designed to satisfy an alpha or an omega's sexual pleasure, and soon, most betas have become pets.

Some betas took pride in becoming a pet. Some entered training school, ready to be spoiled by their future masters or mistresses. Some were forced to become one, picking up skills along the way as their masters or mistresses fucked them into submission.

The world is ran by alphas and omegas, after all.

Some betas were not so fortunate. Abusive alphas and omegas were common, reveling in their status at the top of the hierarchy while subjecting their beta pets to torture. Sadly, not all betas survived such treatment, while those who did continued to endure suffering.

The lucky ones were spoiled. Their loving owners would do anything in their power to satisfy them. Be it big, fat dildos with rare gems as decorations to plug up their nice, hungry holes, or thick, jeweled collars or leashes tied around their neck to show off their ownership.

That's what Hongjoong desired when he first saw the little beta curled up in the corner of the cage: the image of your neck wrapped in a pretty, diamond-studded collar to match his own favorite set of white, lacy lingerie drives him into a frenzy.

His.

"I want him, Hwa," he whispered to the elegant alpha beside him, his lips grazing against his earlobe. "I like him. Buy him for me." He nuzzled closer, burying his nose in the alpha's neck, inhaling the rich scent of champagne that enveloped him. Seonghwa stroked Hongjoong's head lovingly, intertwining their fingers and pressing a tender kiss against his hand. "Anything for my Luna," he replied softly, his gaze drifting toward you. The scent of roses, Hongjoong's scent, grew stronger, a subtle indicator of his contentment.

"Any bidders?" The auctioneer called out, as the flashlight fell upon you. You were dressed in a tight, black crop top and a short mini skirt that shows off your caged cock and plug. Your face and body was covered in shimmering dust, your slightly long hair falling messily on your thin shoulders. "Starting from ten-thousand-"

"A hundred-thousand." A deep voice echoed through the room, momentarily halting all conversation. From your cage on the main stage, you caught the gaze of the speaker seated on the second floor. He looked like an alpha, with slicked-back black hair and a confident smirk playing on his lips. Murmurs spread through the crowd as you began to recognize him.

Or more correctly, recognize the omega on his lap.

His fiery red hair peeked out from beneath a furry black beanie, adding a splash of color to his ensemble. Dressed in an expansive mink fur coat, he exuded an air of opulence. As he met your gaze, a possessive glint flickered in his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine.

Kim Hongjoong. The famous Pack Luna of one of the top packs in this city.

"A hundred-thousand!" The bidder's voice echoed, attempting to elicit further bids, but the room remained eerily silent. No one dared to challenge the offer. With a decisive nod, the auctioneer lifted the bidder's hammer, bringing it down with a resounding thud, signaling the close of the deal.

"Sold!"

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