#I wanna make sure she eats I wanna see what happens if she's given full reigns on dominance I want I yearn

[akchually]

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#so there's this girl #and there's this conversation I had where I told Prettyboy about a coworker whose version of polyamory is #'she says she needs me back in Washington but I don't have a job there. I keep telling her to get another boyfriend while I'm out of town #just make sure he's not around when I visit so I don't have to fight anybody' #That tickled me. And the conversation ended with me getting like a third of a hall pass. I gotta call if anything happens. #Call so Prettyboy feels like he's part of my romantic life even when the romance isn't him #Which is the opposite track of the one I was giggling about okay yeah #But like my best friend here is. Super pretty. Ridiculously pretty. #And kind and works hard and takes care of the people she loves. She's always finding ways to help me. #And she's vegan and loves my cooking and that's my love language okay #I wanna make sure she eats I wanna see what happens if she's given full reigns on dominance I want I yearn #And we talk for hours about nothing but it's been weeks since I've been like one third available and I dunno how to tell her #Or if I should or if I'd be just another person in her life who wants her for what she can do for them #I think my intentions are good but it's lonely. The long distance and the seasonal work and the isolated town up in the mountains. #And maybe I just want to be held. #I know she's grey ace and a lot of the romantic relationships she's had in the past were very manipulative and not what she really wanted #Maybe that's what's pulling me in so hard like am I just insecure and want to prove myself yet again #I've always been drawn to flaky people #I wanna be the one person they show up for #This is the thing that I actually need to process in therapy and can't just lsd the anxiety away #Though that worked for most things #Take hallucinagens. Once. #I'm such a hugger but only worked up the courage to hug her a few days ago. #We've been talking (lowercase t) for months. #And I know she has her own long distance unicorn relationship back in Kentucky. I'm hoping the subject will just surface again. #And then I can say hey #I think you're really pretty

[triplesilverstar]

Day 16

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Werewolf Milly X F!Reader 

CW:  Oral sex, cunnilingus, 

Word count: 1140

A/N: Day 16, You question how you got so lucky to date someone as great as Milly. Whose like a ray of Sunshine, and you went to go see her one full moon and got a surprise.

You’re still not one hundred percent sure how you ended up dating a werewolf. The pretty brunette with a super sunny disposition that you were certain never saw a downside to anything. Yea, you knew how that happened. 

Sat at the bar and drinking your cocktail, you had one drunk that just wouldn’t leave you alone. Kept saying they were gonna show you the time of your life, clearly not getting the hint you wanted nothing to do with them.

“Please can’t you take a hint?” Your voice is almost lost in the pounding of the bass bouncing around the room. 

“Come on pretty thing!” Watching in slow motion as the hand that had been reaching to grab your forearm was stopped. Stopped by a body squishing it against the side of the bar.

“Oh there you are!” The woman in front of you is beautiful, with her shiny dirty blond locks and sparkling blue-green eyes that remind you of the ocean. A woman you have never met in your life, but her wide smile makes you wish you did know her. “Come on, we’ve been waiting for you all night.” Taking your hand in hers and dragging you to another corner of the room. 

You learned her name was Milly, both she and her friend had seen you being harassed and decided to step in since no one else was. By the end of the night, you were glad they had because you had a blast especially when Milly a little more than tipsy had kissed you. 

You felt every nerve in your body light up like they talk about in fairy tales while her soft lips moved against yours, one of your hands tangling in her silken hair. When she pulled away she giggled “You're a good kisser” and gave you her number. 

Several coffee and movie nights later you were dating her, and you had to admit her sunny personality made your heart sing. As far as one Milly Thompson was concerned there were no bad days, just days that weren’t as good as others.

So you learned one night during the full moon, Milly had a reason for that sunshine outlook on life. You had left your phone behind, and Milly had given you the door code a week prior, so you figured you’d just slip in grab your phone from the couch, and be on your way. 

 You hadn’t expected to feel to large soft furry hands grab you as you bent over the couch and flip you over tossing you to the cushion with enough force to make you jump before something was pressed against your crotch. Something moist and breath hard. You let out some kind of squeak and heard a short round of yips that reminded you of laughter. 

“I’d hoped you wouldn’t see me like this yet.” Tilting your face, still trying to hold your breath and not make a move as you made eye contact with the creature speaking to you. Meeting a very familiar pair of ocean like gem eyes shiny up at you in the dim lighting. 

“Milly?” Your voice is more like a squawk then your normal register, watching the nod after you questioned her. “What the hell?”

“Oh. I’m a Werewolf.” Rubbing one of those large hands behind her head and ruffling the hair and fur behind her tufted ears. “Well, since you’re here and you know. Wanna have some fun?” 

As with many things regarding Milly you aren’t fully sure you’re following the conversation. “What are you talking about?”

“I wanna eat you out. Like this my tongue is even bigger, see!” A low thrum in your core making itself known as Milly stuck her tongue out at you at you felt yourself grow wet. It was a big tongue and you are dating her. The rhythmic thumping, not just your heart like you suspected but also her tail hitting the floor and the base of the couch. 

In your head, you don’t see a downside and the way she’s sitting is just making you hot and bothered. It’s not like Milly hasn’t eaten you out before and like this? You have a feeling you’re going to be jelly when she’s done with you. “Sure Milly.” Quickly undoing your pants and shimmying them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sigh as Milly places those warm hands on hers on your skin, the light layer of fur adding to the sensation and that moist breath fanning over your dripping slit is just helping you feel even more wet. So when she leans closer, a quick teasing flick to your clit you moan head tilting back. Her hands grab the underside of your thighs to adjust you more the way she wants, and Milly goes right to town. Licking and slurping at your center like you’re an ice cream and she doesn’t want to waste a single drop of creamy goodness. Expertly running her wide tongue along your folds and into each crook and cranny of your skin, making the line of fire along your spine burn brighter and build. 

After that first flick, she’s been avoiding your clit, lapping at your juices as they pour from your core twisting this way and that and you can feel your orgasm building faster and faster. That loud thumping of her tail back, pausing just long enough to ask “Am I doing a good job!" a note of rapture in her voice.

“Oh Milly, so good pretty girl” You drool out, making you realize you’re fucked out of your mind, and she dives right back in, somehow with even more enthusiasm than before. Along with covering your core in long languid licks, she’s starting to roll the wet muscle and plunge it into your slick walls. You’re panting above her, a single hand placed on her head since you don’t want to hit any of her shifted parts and accidentally hurt her. A long whine escapes you as her tongue reaches almost impossibly deep inside your body, your hips jerking even against the grip she has on your hips. “Mill-ly!” With her tongue wiggling as if it’s a wave inside your pussy and the tip of her snout hitting your clit you cum long and hard. Back bending and your neck bowing over the backrest of the couch, a whine ripped from you that you think even the dogs in the neighborhood would be able to hear with how loud pitched it is.

Milly doesn’t pull her tongue out, not until you’re a trembling mess in her arms slumped into the couch and utterly exhausted. Sleep nipping at the back of your skull from that one mind-altering orgasm. Giggling from the floor “I guess I did a really good job!” In the morning you’ll tell her she did and return the favor. 

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#Milly Thompson X Reader Smut #Milly Thompson X Reader #Trigun Smut #Trigun #milly thompson #trigun stampede #twink writes #31 days of monsters #trigun maximum #trimax #tristamp

[elfboyeros]

Loving Zane

⚠️Warning: Mention/implied suicide/suicidal thoughts and/or actions

I have this Headcanon that Zane and Cole secretly dated for a short time in the early days and reading @general-yasur ’s fanseason got me really thinking really about how hard it would really be to love Zane given how he may feel about himself (Like Yasur made me think about this topic for so long I ended up writing this fic!).️

Enjoy

“They’re so weird,” Nya chuckled, digging in a small cooler.

The ninja had travel to the bitch for a little R&R in between missions, while Kai, Jay, and Lloyd where off trying to get crabs to fight in the sand, Nya, Skylor, and Cole where sitting on a large towel on the beach, in addition Zane had taken Pixal into the ocean for no other reason than he could.

“I can’t do what she does,” Skylor sighed, “I don’t know how she does it!”

“What do you mean,” Nya questioned.

“Love him like she does,” the master of amber answered, “after everything that has happen to them -to him- nothing changes.”

“Huh, I never thought about it that much,” the Master of Water remarked, “I don’t think I would love Jay as much as I do if he did the things Zane did to himself.”

“I don’t think I have ever loved someone for so long,” Skylor admitted.

“Can I be honest with you girls,” the master of earth asked.

“Yeah.”

“Of course, Cole.”

The large man takes a breath before speaking, looking on to Zane and Pixal, “loving Zane is hard,” he began, “him acting like he has no self-preservation at times isn’t something that started with the first self-sacrifice. He holds little stock for himself, in part because of what Dr. J told him, “his greater propose,” he’s always been like that, and he will continue to be like that.”

“Willing to put everyone else beside him so he takes the hardest hits, because that means he’s making his father proud. Nonetheless if Pixal asked him to quit being a ninja because she wanted him to stop dying, he was do it in a heartbeat,” he continued, “but she knows that him quitting would eat at his insides, so she doesn’t ask. She stands beside him, repairs him, and cries every single fucking time he kills himself, for the great good, because she loves him so much that it hurts to see how Zane truly sees himself!”

“You’re speaking from experience,” Skylor asked.

Cole nodded, “Pixal and I talk about him a lot so there is that too, that’s why I know there is a small part of her that feels like she owes him something because he gave her emotions, and that’s why she was hit so hard when he turned of his emotions and stopped talking to him for a while.”

Silence fell between the three before Cole spoke up again, “he’s changing ever so slightly. All for her.”

“You’re very observant,” Nya commented.

“Not really, I know what it’s like to be in love and a relationship with Zane,” Cole declared, “and again Pixal and I frequently talk.”

“Do you still love him,” Skylor asked.

“In a way, yes,” he answered, “Zane was different with me, mostly because I didn’t want anyone to know at the time. Zane is an affectionate person its words of affirmation, acts of service, and physical touch for our nindroid, and I was too scared to stop meeting him in lock rooms and storage closet just to kiss him. Plus, he never looked at me the way he looks at Pixal.”

“What’s the difference?”

“He used to look at me like he was always concerned and afraid, like he was doing something wrong,” Cole clarified, “he looks at her with this carving ache full of love, she has this longing effect on him.”

“Not observant my ass,” Nya joked.

“I don’t know what to say,” Cole laughed, “I just know Pixal is making him happier than anyone else could. I feel like that’s obvious!”

“What is obvious,” Zane questioned, approaching the large beach towels they had set up with Pixal at his side.

“It’s obvious the boys got lost,” Nya lied, “Sky, you wanna go find them?”

“Sure, you want to come with us Cole?”

“Nah, I’ll stay here, hold down the fort,” he joked.

The girls left leaving Cole with the teams two nindroids, “you okay, Cole,” Pixal asked as she sat down.

“Yeah, chickadee, I’m all good,” he replied.

“When did you start calling her that,” Zane chuckled, adding more ice to the cooler.

“I don’t remember, for a while,” Cole snickered, “would you like me to call you what I used to?”

“If it’s pinky I don’t wanna hear it.”

The three of them laughed, Cole watched Zane sit next to Pixal with an arm around her, it really is hard loving Zane sometimes.

#Ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago pixal #ninjago zane #pixane #fanfiction #lego ninjago #pixal #zane #pixal julien #zane julien #cole #ninjago cole #cole x zane #glaciershipping

[tiwuwu]

Orchid for my valentine's

This story is non-canon (not yet).

It takes place in the world of Remora’s Full.

It was February the 14th, 11AM. Cybele was leaning in her bed, looking frantically at her phone for an hour, waiting for a message, a call, whatever. Another hour passed. *ding!* Her phone made a notification sound. She hurried to check it and… it was just a newsletter from her favorite donut place. “Don’t know what to offer for Valentine’s ? Be sure to come to our store today ! 2 free donuts for any couple that comes check by !” She started to say out loud “Yikes, if only I had someone to take to that store… Ugh ! I hate Valentine’s !”. She deleted the mail she received and went back to her bed. Her stomach started to growl. “Ugh, I guess I’ll have to order some food… I don’t wanna get outside alone on that day, and I don’t have the energy to cook anything…”. Her phone ran out of battery. “Shit ! This day really is cursed… I think I’ll just try to sleep and wait for a better day…”

It didn’t take long for her to start sleeping, and she wished to dream of her. That girl that she was waiting for that day. A girl with a name starting with a N. N… Ne… “Nihil ! Nihil ! Nihil !” Cybele jolted while hearing knocks on her door ! “Goddamn nightmare ! That Mohg fight really traumatized me !” Heavier knocks pounded against her door. She answered : “Yeah, yeah ! I’m not deaf you know ?!” and went to open the door. “What is it for ? Flowers ? I don’t need some ! Chocolates ? Not for me !...” She stopped her rumbling when she noticed who was knocking at her door. It was her. Nemesis. With a bouquet of Miltonia orchids. After hearing about the “no flowers” thing, she quickly threw them on the side and said “He-hello ? Am I bothering ?”. Cybele didn’t answer and just glomped Nem. 

“Oi oi ! I guess I’m not bothering you.”

“You aren’t at all ! I’m just so happy to see you !” “You looked pretty angry before that, what happened to you ?”

“Oh nothing… That day just started really badly, but didn’t you bring flowers ?! Why did you throw them out ?!” “Oh ! Well, I was passing by and so I thought of saying hello to you. On the road, a woman gave me those flowers while telling me to give them to the man of my love. But since I love no man, I thought about giving them to you instead. But since you said you didn’t need them I threw them out before angering you even more…”

“You dummy !” Cybele ran outside to grab the flowers on the ground. Hopefully they weren’t damaged. “They’re so pretty ! Thank you so much ! Now I gotta find a vase for them…” 

Cybele never was given any flowers, so she never felt the need to buy a flower vase or pot. She grabbed her taller glass, filled it with water and put the bouquet into it. “Where do you think I should put it ?”

“I don’t know, the kitchen table is closer to you so that seems like a good place.” “Tch ! You really aren’t the romantic type !” “That word you said is out of my dictionary, sorry.” “What word ?” “Romantic.”

“You just said it ! Anyway, I’ll put it on my sleeping desk. It’ll make me a nice memory before going to sleep~”

The chit-chat between those two was interrupted by Cybele’s gargantuan stomach growl.

“You heard nothing !” She said out of panic.

“Didn’t you eat yet ? It’s past 1PM. You shouldn’t slack in bed and skip lunch.”

“I just had no energy to eat food today…”

“Do you want me to accompany you ? So if you feel too tired I can get you back home with no worries.”

After hearing those words, Cybele suddenly felt a spike of energy ! It was exactly what she was waiting for… a DATE. Not any type of date, a Valentine’s date with the girl she loved…

#delayed valentine's gift #I'm bad at writing but I hope that's nice #Remora's Full fansidestory

[hocusbogus]

Regrets of Yesteryears

Saw my friends on Sunday, the group of friends that I spent most of my mid-twenties with, and I haven’t seen them since June 2022.

It’s been 6 months, and a lot did change but not really, somehow.

So instead of talking about new years resolutions, we talked about our biggest regret of the year.

Ayoi and I were the last one to come up with an answer, and I didn’t manage to even find any regret.

This is not to be obnoxious nor am I implying any sense of superiority over my lack of answers to the question. It is merely a difference in perspective. I was recalling “bad” moments in 2022 and trying to find that sense of regret over it but I just couldn’t attach the words to those unfortunate events that colored the beginning of my 2022.

Even when I’m on the verge of losing something dear to me I still didn’t find any regret, and I think it has to do with my definition of the word regret and how it shaped my life.

With that question triggering me into a spiral of overthinking, I tried recalling even further back than 2022, and I just can’t find any.

It happened to me, even the worst of the worst, it happened to me but those are decisions that I made given whatever situation that was presented to me with the mindset and information that I had then, I do not feel any sense of regret still.

I know people have different definitions of it but for me, regret means if I could go back and do it over, would I?

I would love to re-experience a lot of things knowing what I know now, but... that would just not be fair because the ‘me’ that ‘knows’ is the result of whatever it was that has happened in the past. Would I rather not experience traumatic events? Yes of course, but yet again it happened to me, and as much as I do not believe in destiny, I do believe in ‘path’ and ‘timelines’, it needed to happen to me and the alternative did also happen to another me living another timeline. I am experiencing all possible outcomes all at once, I just don’t ‘feel’ it all at once because the human brain can’t possibly handle that.

My friends’ answers were valid though, and I feel for them. It ranges from something playful and ‘oopsie’ to something heavy. I’m sure it was something that they had to live with and learn from as well. By them sharing that, I was grateful because I then learned something about them and what they value in life, and what will shape their decisions moving forward.

I brought up the same question to Diana yesterday and we somehow both arrived at the same conclusion of actually having no regrets, for the same reason. What struck me was how Diana worded it, “There’s probably nothing that had an irreversible consequence in your life”.

I realized, maybe she has a point. A lot of my decisions led to a consequence that is either positive or negative depending on how you view it but they’re merely consequences that I can move past and grow from. I can think of a million situations in my head right now in which a decision could lead to an irreversible consequence, like how Ayoi said he wished he would’ve made more time for people that are important in his life because he just lost a dear friend recently. Those are irreversible events.

That lesson just made me wanna live every day for a full 24 hours, the cliche would be to live every day like it is your last day, which is almost impossible. Us humans are just... a creature of habit and we forget easily.

We attached meanings to things and create our lil routine assuming tomorrow is there for us, we do that all the time.

So I don’t know if I can live every day as if it was my last but I promised that if I feel like doing something I should do it and I shouldn’t let fear, FOMO, or ‘laziness’ stand in the way.

Make time for myself, indulge in content, eat good food, see the world, write, vlog, laugh, judge, and sing. If I feel like doing it and I could, I would. As long as it is not harming others or the environment, hopefully.

I feel like this is going slightly off-topic, we were talking about regrets and irreversible consequences, I think my coping mechanism has always been suppression and it made me forget a lot of things. I would remember the feeling but I can’t seem to always recall memories anymore, is this also a sign of Alzheimer? I hope not, I’m still very good at remembering work stuff and languages.

I wish that we can grow healthily in 2023 both physically, spiritually and mentally, treating regrets like lessons and embracing the fucked up part of us as much as the beautiful part.

#personal #recap 2022

[potterhead2207]

You’re The Missing Pizza Me

Chris Evans x OC!Cleo Evans

Chapter 1 of ‘Summer Bucket List’

Summary: Day 1 of Chris’ summer at home with Cleo - making homemade pizzas! (1st June 2022)

Warnings: a hint of smut but nothing too bad

Today was one of the best days she’d had in a long time. Chris had just finished his press tour for his new movie and wasn’t back at work until September. He was going to be at home for three whole months. What was she going to do with all that time? She decided to scroll through Pinterest for ideas, finding a list someone had created which was titled ‘Summer Bucket List’, full of awesome ideas that Cleo and her husband would love. She sat at her desk, grabbing a pen and the plethora of post-it notes in her drawer, writing all the ideas down and putting them in a jar, ideating that she and Chris could pick one out each day of the summer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Chris greeted, walking towards his wife and kissing her forehead. “What are you up to?” he asked, noticing the jar in front of her.

“Hey! I came up with an idea. I saw this post on Pinterest, someone made a Summer Bucket List, which I thought was perfect for us to do while you’re off work. I wrote them out on post-it notes and put them in this jar so we can pick one randomly every day! What do you think?”

He kissed her temple, smiling. “I love it, baby. Shall we start today?”

“Sure. You wanna do the honours?”

He picked one out as she handed him the jar, opening it up and squinting at the words. He really needed an eye test. “Make homemade pizzas,” he read.

“Ooh! That sounds fun! I think we need to have a quick Target run and get some ingredients. And that means we can stop at the Starbucks next door,” She told him, smiling at the thought of having another vanilla iced coffee.

“You are addicted to those things, Cle,” Chris smirked.

———

After coming home from Target, iced coffee already imbibed, they set their ingredients out on the counter, grabbing whatever utensils they needed and their Mr & Mrs aprons, given to them by Scott as a joke wedding gift. “Alright, what first?” she asked.

“Okay, we have the pizza bases here, and you start off by spreading the tomato purée all over the base. Just a thin layer, it says. Now, Cleo, no getting the ingredients on your husband’s face, okay? We don’t want a repeat of what happened last time,” He said, smiling at her.

“Well, I can’t promise anything, babe,” she replied, making him let out a hearty laugh. She squeezed out the sauce, spreading it with a tablespoon and grabbing the opened bag of grated cheese, handing it to Chris. He sprinkled it all over, grabbing a smaller handful and putting it into his mouth.

“Hey, no, you can’t eat the ingredients!” Cleo exclaimed, watching him eating another handful. “Christopher!” She took the bag from him, putting it back in the fridge.

“That’s okay, I’ll just take some when you’re not looking,” Chris responded, smirking at her.

“Go ahead. See what happens,” she threatened, trying to look annoyed.

Chris gasped, clutching his heart in mock surprise. “What are you going to do?”

“Well, you know, Christopher, it’d be a real shame if my messy, tomato-sauce-ified fingers ended up in your recently washed hair, wouldn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Oh, I would,” she retorted, stepping towards him preemptively and raising her hands up towards his head, but before she could reach his short brown locks, he grabbed her wrists.

“I’d like to see you try,”

“What would my punishment be if I succeeded?”

“Oh, I could think of a few things,” he leered.

“Well, I’ll just have to be a good girl then, won’t I?”

One side of Chris’ lips rose, his eyes glancing into hers, that mischievous spark there that she just loved. “That might be a difficult task for you to undertake, don’t you think?”

While he was distracted by the semi-flirtatious scene that seemed to be unfolding, she caught him off-guard, softly brushing her sticky fingers on his cheeks, deciding not to mess up his hair - she wasn’t that mean. He could just wipe his face after they’d put the pizzas in the oven, but he’d have to have another whole shower, and he’d only just had one hours ago. Not that she wouldn’t love to see her husband all wet and with a towel round his waist again.

“Oh, you did not just do that. You little minx!”

“Looks like I wasn’t very good at keeping to my earlier promise,” she snickered.

He quickly wiped his face with some tap water and kitchen roll, flicking the wet residue at her, making her flinch away and giggle.

“Anyway, let’s finish these pizzas. Honestly, Mr. Evans, we need to focus,” she joked, ripping the circles of pepperoni they’d bought into bits and scattering them across their khana.

“Perfect! You know what they say, Cece, teamwork makes the dream work,”

Cleo scoffed. “You barely did anything, Christopher!”

“That’s not true! I helped put the cheese on and... I’m helping put it in the oven,” he retaliated, putting it on a pizza tray and into the oven, marking the right amount of minutes on the little screen at the top.

“Yeah, helped is a strong word,”

“How about I cook breakfast tomorrow, huh? Return the favour,”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you,”

“Always the best for you, sweetheart,” he replied, giving her a short peck on the lips.

15 minutes later, they were sat on the sofa, cuddled up together, watching the most recent episode of Stranger Things, feeding each other their delicious concoction. Chris finally understood the meaning of the word teamwork by then, apparently.

[jujywrites]

sweet sense-enfolding things (IHWYHM CH2)

plz go read Exquisite Sights and Sounds right now (it's YKT smut)

Title from the poem "Death--Divination" by Charles Wharton Stork

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or keep reading

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"Rat. Are you awake?"

Yuki is. Of course he is. The knock on his wall that should surprise simply doesn't.After yesterday's open-window fiasco he had come up with enough excuses to barely see Kyo or Tohru, and skipped out on dinner again— he'd found a tray of steaming soup and rice left at his bedroom door when he finally ventured out, surely courtesy of Tohru. He felt embarrassed the entire time he was eating it (delicious, as usual); why couldn't he be grown up and pretend everything was normal like those two were doing?

He gets up and taps back, then puts his ear to the wall.

"Tohru has something she wants to tell you."

He can hear her rough breathing. So they're starting up again.

"You've been avoiding us, Yuki-kun. I don't like that. A-And Kyo-kun doesn't eith— ah...!"

Kyo shushes her harshly.

"You know it's true," she whispers back. Then, louder, "So, Yuki-kun, I have a," a broken moan, "a deal for you."

Yuki's been half-hard since he started listening, the Pavlovian response already inescapable. He shuts his eyes and inhales slowly, hand trailing down to his pajama waistband.

What is he doing with you?

"He's, oh, he's just teasing me with his finger. I'm on my hands and knees, Yuki-kun."

Dear god. He said it out loud, enough so she could hear, and he hadn't intended to at all. A whimper sneaks out of him before he bites his lip to cut off anything more.

"Tell him what you wanted to, baby, or that's all you're getting." Kyo must be speaking right in her ear, because his voice is right in Yuki's too.

"But— but the deal... Whatever happens here stays here. And if you... if you still spend time with us outside of this, the way we always do, and if you can pretend this only exists during these moments... Then we'll let you watch us."

He jumps to full hardness immediately, a moan tumbling free as he shoves down his pants and starts stroking, heart beating wildly. "Please, fuck, I'll do anything, please...!"

"That's— K-Kyo!— That's good. Okay. Then that's what we'll do. Kyo, please, wh-what are you...!"

"Good girl," Kyo says, voice rough. "I wanna give you something special for that. And you, rat." There's some rustling, creaking; what position are they getting into now? And then his hand smacks the wall and Yuki jumps, dick throbbing. "Make it to the weekend. Saturday. If you keep our agreement 'til then, you'll get your reward."

It's only Tuesday. Yuki doesn't care, even though that might as well be a lifetime away. "Yes, yes," he whines, and he doesn't care, not with Tohru echoing him desperately.

"Oh, Yuki-kun, he's— his tongue, he's l-l-licking—!"

"Oh, god," Yuki gasps, shuddering at the image in his head. He wants to be tasting her right now, wants to make her ride his mouth while Kyo fucks him into the sheets.

Tohru shouts for Kyo, a thump that must be her head hitting the wall, and then: "Yuki-kun, wait for me. You can't... you can't c-come until I tell you."

Instantly he stops, shaking with the effort. Tohru's... command has him dangerously close already, but Tohru doesn't sound far behind, chanting Kyo's name.

"Yes, yes, oh, right there!"

"Tohru," Yuki says, barely a whisper. "Come on, sweetheart, please..."

A short, sharp scream that turns into a sobbing moan, begging for more. And then silence, just heavy breathing, and then she says, hoarse-voiced, "Are you still hanging on?"

He started teasing himself again, listening to her reach and then tumble through her orgasm, but he hasn't given in. "Yes. I've— I've waited."

Kyo laughs softly. "Didn't think you had it in you."

Fuck you, he definitely only thinks, feeling suddenly smug.

"Good boy, Yuki-kun. You can go ahead now."

He's nearly there before she's finished speaking, that phrase unleashing broken gasps and a desperation ten times stronger than anything he's felt since all this started. And he moans her name, and even Kyo's, when he does finally come, his entire body a live wire that almost has him sobbing against the wall; he just gasps raggedly, inhaling oxygen like someone drowning.

"Oh, that's so good, you did so well..." That's Kyo, Kyo is saying that, and then he groans right into the wall, and there's no way any of that is getting unpacked just yet.

He doesn't want to hear them.

He could listen to that praise forever.

"Thank you," he moans out. Delirium and exhaustion, maybe, but he means it.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Yuki-kun."

He sits on the floor against the wall, staring out at nothing, for who knows how long before he cleans up and gets back into bed.

#Yukyoru #Fruits Basket #Furuba #JujYwrites #spice

[llamagoddessofficial]

Ms. Llama I love how you do the prison au boys but I have to know how inmate mc meets inmate boys 👀

I think I may have done this take on the prison au before, but it was so long ago that I wanna do it again from scratch anyway!

Mc is either framed, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up taking the fall for a crime she didn't commit. Thanks to overpopulation issues in human prisons, she's given two options; carry out her full term in a 'normal' human prison (even though there's nothing normal about prison), or take a reduced sentence inside a majority Monster population prison. She chooses the latter and joins a minority of human prisoners inside a mixed human/Monster prison.

Sans: Everyone knows Sans. Everyone likes Sans. He’s everyone’s friend, the casual smiling face, his stupid jokes and easygoing gait allow him to cruise and get what he wants without drawing too much attention to himself. Picking on Sans gets you immediately disliked by pretty much the entirety of the prison, because why the hell are you picking on the 1HP guy, you goddamn bully? Only a select few have figured out that he’s more than the goofy, harmless smile he puts on.

He’s her cellmate. It’s the usual song & dance with Sans, he’s sharp and cold toward her at first, writing her off as just another violent human and clearly annoyed he has to share a cell with her. But for no reason easily discernible to her, after a few days he suddenly warms right up and becomes willing to help her in any way she needs. He’s vital to her survival at the prison... he’s already been there a while, he shares all the unspoken rules and regulations. He has some friends, and his approval seems to come with a comfortable level of mutual respect from other inmates... he helps her slot into the rhythm. She’s desperate for a friend in this terrifying unfamiliar hell, and he’s more than willing to step up, to be the one she relies on.

She doesn’t know what he’s in for. She doesn’t ask; she assumes it can’t be that bad, seeing as he’s so well liked by the other prisoners. Everyone seems to get along with him, talking to him like he’s a friend... They wouldn’t get comfy with him if he did something truly awful, right?

Red: He’s still the king of this particular hole, running it from the inside out. Everyone fears and respects him. She doesn’t need to know the ins and outs of the prison to tell he’s the big shot- just from the way he sits at his mess hall table, minions flitting around him like fish around a shark, she can tell he’s bad news. She does her best not to make eye contact, not to catch his attention... and for a few hours, she does just that, managing to escape his notice and convincing herself that the two of them will never meet. 

Until he happens to see her.

‘Smitten’ is a good word for how Red feels- and unlike her Nurse AU counterpart, Prisoner Mc doesn’t have the luxury of being able to make Red keep his distance. He can get as close as he damn well pleases. He’s an incessant flirt, constantly calling her pet names, calling her over to his table in the hopes she’ll sit with him, trying to give her gifts and special privileges while subtly flexing his power and control... don’t you wanna be comfy? don’t you wanna be safe and relaxed? She turns down his gifts for fear of being indebted to a hotheaded mob boss while behind bars, much to his chagrin. But he gets it... it’s smart of her. He likes 'em smart. No matter what he does, she won’t give in to him- she’s convinced he’ll lose interest if she keeps him at arm’s length long enough.

He’s the king of the prison, for sure. He wishes she wasn’t so resistant to being his queen.

Skull: Skull has a bad habit of attacking/trying to eat human prisoners who get too close to him, so like before he’s cordoned off- but experimentation by the prison found he behaves better when he can get some fresh air. A section of the protective custody area was rebuilt entirely for him, so now, he has a tiny corner of the courtyard fenced off with barbed wire so he can sit outside and calm down, surrounded by people without being able to attack them. That’s how Mc meets him; she sees him through his fence.

He’s a frightening, silent beast, always wearing his mask and always with his massive claws in restrictive gloves. Other prisoners jokingly call his corner the ‘bear cage’. And now, he’s got a new hobby- Mc watching! Anytime she’s in the courtyard he moves over to the part of the fence that’s closest to her and stares unbrokenly. His behaviour after he’s seen her is always great to the point that it’s suspicious... but who knows. Maybe soon, if he keeps up his good behaviour, he could be released back into the prison population.

#llamagines #prisoner mc au #he's just saying hello with his eyes why are you so scared

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #reader insert #marvel #tony is a good dad #tony stark x teen!reader #batfam x reader

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 

#bnha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa

[smallestapplin]

You know what I need? More parental hero over lian and Sabi just more of that cuteness

MY CHILDREN- reader is called mom but is otherwise gender neutral.

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When you first fell from the sky you never thought you’d adopt the two youngest wardens. But it seems with their titles everyone forgets they are just kids.

You managed to convince Irida and Adaman to let you have them for a weekend just so they can be kids. And so far you aren’t regretting it.

Having taken Lian and Sabi to a nice spot so you three could be safe from Pokémon, the day had been filled with joy.

You were chasing after the two listening to the squeal and laugh.

“Gotcha!”

You wrap them up in your arms and lift them off the ground, laughing along side them and falling backwards to the ground.

“Hey that’s no fair!” Sabi wheezed out, a smile painted on her face.

“Come on ma!” Lain tries struggling out of your hold but he’s laughing too much.

“Oh yeah? You wanna see unfair? How about I dooo this!” You start tickling the young wardens. Cackling when they shout and giggle.

“Okay! Mercy! Mercy!” The two cry in unison.

You stop and just hold them, smothering their cheeks and forehead with kisses.

Sabi leans into the affection, you think the young girl hasn’t been given any or enough in her life.

Lian however is more bashful with the affection given to him. You don’t know what happened to his parents, but you’re going to make sure he grows up loved.

“It’s getting kinda late you two, let’s head back to the village, alright? We can pick up some sweet treats from the general stooore.” You tease, chuckling when the two bolt up.

“Last one there is a rotten stunky!” Sabi shouted with a head start.

Lian quickly gaining on her as the two take off.

You aren’t far behind looking around to see if there is any danger. But you three made it back to Jubilife just fine.

Man these kids have a lot of energy.

Sabi twirls “I win!” Cheering as she does so.

“Only cause you had a head start!” Lian lightly shoved her.

The two blowing raspberries at each other.

“Hey now, you two keep this up the shop will be closed before you two can get your desserts.”

That got their attention before the took off running again, only to come back once they realized you weren’t running behind them.

Lian grabs your left hand while Sabi grabs your right and the two start pulling you towards the shop.

You allowed the two to pick out whatever they wanted while you bought ingredients for dinner.

With that done you took the kids to your home. Smiling as they chattered on about their weeks.

“Thank you for the snacks mom.” You chuckle as Sabi’s face is getting covered with chocolate.

“Yeah thanks ma! These are the best, I don’t get to have them very often.” Lian had a mouth full of his honey filled treat.

“Anytime you two, after you’re finished with those, wash up okay? I’m going to start dinner.”

“Ooo! Are ya makin that stuff Laventon taught you how to make?” Both kids were leaning on the counter to try and see.

“Yeah, Laventon always makes the best curry so I thought I could share it with my sweet babies.” You exaggerate your baby voice, grinning as Sabi gets excited while Lian rolls his eyes at your voice.

Your smile turns soft once they washed up and was handed their plates. It was nice to have the house filled with their chatter.

You didn’t even have to ask to they liked the curry, judging by how they were both shoveling it in there faces.

“Kids please slow down, there is plenty more left for seconds, I don’t need you two choking on dinner.”

Lian sheepishly chuckles “sorry ma, it’s really good! And I’m hungry.”

“Thank you for dinner mom.” The younger warden speaks softly before going back ti eating her portion.

“I’m just happy you two like it so well, I’ll have to ask Laventon for more recipes.”

Once it was time for bed you set up the extra futons that you had and let them choose where ti place it. Your only condition was that you were taking the spot closest to the door.

They settled into their pajamas and looked at you.

“Can we get a story?”

“Sabi we aren’t five anymore….unless ma has a story, then that’s fine.”

You snort “okay I think I got one.”

You tuck them in while they waited with baited breaths.

“Is it an adventure one?” Green eyes stare at you in excitement.

“Yes of course, adventure ones are the ones you two like the most.”

‘A story of two kids lost in the woods having to sneak and dodge monsters on their way back home. Following the advice of their guardian they stick together, using teamwork to reach their goal, defeating monsters with their shared brains and brawn. Their guardian, over joyed to see them again but enraged to see them injured takes over in defeating the final boss with their orders.’

You figured it was a simple enough story.

But they loved it.

“Come on one more! Pleeeease.”

“Yeah yeah! Do they get to go home afterwards? Do they live happily? Or are there more obstacles to over come?”

“Alright alright settle down you two! I’ll give you a hint, they do live happily, but I’ll continue the story another time, okay?”

They groan and flip back against their pillows.

“Now goodnight you two.” You place a kiss on each of their foreheads before settling into your futon.

“Night mom, I love you.”

“Good night ma, love you.”

“I love you both as well.”

Sleep came ease to you three, all the running around and games you played today really took the energy out of them.

You awoke early at your usual time, your internal clock from being here so long makes it hard to sleep in.

Though with the extra weight you look around.

Lian is spread Braviary, his head on your stomach, you didn’t even know how he managed to get like this in his sleep. But he snores away without a care.

Sabi is curled up against you, her head on your shoulder and hands gripping your shirt.

They look so peaceful and content.

You will never let anything happen to them, you refuse to let anything take you away from them.

For now though you will let them sleep in.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokémon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fluff #pokemon lian #pokemon sabi #platonic #parental #other #these are my kids #I will fist fight anyone who hurts these beans #x reader #pokemon reader

[keiarchived]

Freshman Year

stoner!Atsumu x f!innocent!reader x stoner!Suna ft stoner!Osamu

warnings: Drug (weed), gangbang, oral (giving), anal, dubcon, fucking whilst high, university!au, sex tape, cockwarming, corruption kink, sleepy writing

words: 1.8k

To say you were inexperienced, naive and artless, they weren’t wrong. You’re the last person who would cheat on their essay and cause yet another headache to your lecturer. You’re the classic ‘goodie two shoes’ as Atsumu calls you, the same couldn’t be said about both Miya twins and Suna, however.

They are anything but good.

You should’ve listened to those whispers of warnings and rumours that made their way around the campus, how they’re the last people you’d want to get involved with despite their popularity among students. You either love them or hate them, there’s no in-between with valid reasons.

You don’t belong in their world, you know that. But it doesn’t stop Suna from wanting to strip the innocent of you. Maybe it's the way you smiled nervously at him or maybe the glare you gave Atsumu whenever he made those snarky comments, but one thing for sure is that he wants to show you what you’ve been missing.

“Suna...” It almost came out as a whine whilst your head fell back against his shoulder, dark iris swallowing those rings of colours whilst your lips parted delicately with a cute pout. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” He coo, arm resting snuggly and comfortably around your waist as he pulls you even closer to press a kiss on your temple. Chilling at the Miya’s with Suna and his friends has become a regular thing ever since your first proper encounter with him at the party, where your friend ditched you for another guy. Perhaps you should’ve seen through him before accepting his offer to keep your company that night, maybe then you could’ve avoided whatever this is between you and Suna. But would you’ve pushed him away if given the chance?

“Wan’ more...” You whimpered, earning a chuckle from the man as he peppered your cheeks with few more playful kisses before pulling away. “What do you want, princess? C’mon, use your words” Suna love to see it when you’re desperate like this in his arms, staring up at him with those bleary eyes, cheeks flustered and small hands trembling as you grasp at his jacket with wants. “Mmn... smoke... wan’ more of smoke...” You slurred between each hitched breath of yours, feeling a few pairs of eyes glued onto the both of you as Suna leaned closer after taking a drag of his blunt before letting the heavy white smoke slips past your plump lips like weightless velvet. Oh, if only you knew how alluring you are when taking every ounce of the fumes from him greedily. Close enough for both of your lips to slot together, but far away enough for a grin to tug at his lips before pulling away. “Still not used to taking it on your own hm?” Or maybe you just adore these tingles dancing against your skin every time Suna shotguns it to you, as if he’s feeding you his essence in the most sexual way possible.

“Ya babying her too much, Suna. Gonna end up spoiling her.” Atsumu wasn’t wrong, ever since his friend introduced you to an unfamiliar world of ecstasy, he has you wrapped around his fingers like a puppy on a leash. “Why not, jealous Tsumu?” You could barely listen to their conversation as a giggle slipped past your lips, Suna could still remember the time you took your first hit. Trying to copy him only for those bitter smoke tickles your throat, making you cough with tears swelling from your eyes. It was cute though, he praised you for being a good girl, done so well on your first try as he wiped away those tears before wrapping those legs around your waist to give you the fucking of your life and the rest was history.

It was Suna who got you addicted to... him.

“You bet, how come she’s always hanging off your arm when you guys aren’t even together?” Astumu scoffed as shifts from his seat, watching from the opposite sofa with a frown over his defined features. It is unfair really, how you’ve chosen Suna over anyone else. Atsumu would love to slips his arms around you once in a while too, playing with those pretty lips of yours whilst you get drunk of him instead.

Despite no strings attached between you and Suna, shaking your head no as soon as he mumbles softly under his breath, beckoning you to go sit with Atsumu but no — you didn’t want to. “Nnu...Wanna stay...” Instead, your grip tightens on the fabric of his jacket, snuggling further into him until your head is buried at the crook of his neck.

If only you’re sober enough to see the faint but taunting smug smile Suna have stretched across his lips as he shrugged at his friend, guiding you to sit properly on his lap instead with your back facing Atsumu. “Better luck next time.”

God knows how long you’ve been sitting like this, legs folded on either side of Suna’s lap as you rest against his broad shoulder. Pins and needles crawl up your numb legs, shifting with an uncomfortable whine. To think Suna would waste a perfect opportunity like this, you’d be wrong, especially when all if most of his companions are high off their heads to even notice what the two of you’re about to do. “Baby, want my cock?” Suna isn’t subtle about it either, bulge poking at your clothed core. The mention of his cock was enough to have your clouded mind runs wild, grinding against his clothes erection with an eager nod. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cockwarm Suna in front of other souls like this, Tsumu would shuffle towards the both of your and join in occasionally. Shotgunning you with his own blunt whilst lazily as he jerks off to your moans and tangle bodies. “What happened to the sweet innocent princess we knew?

As the time you spend with Suna and the Miya twins grew, so did your confidence. Becoming more familiar with the substance than you originally were, however. It was naive of you to think you could do this properly on your own without Suna here to keep you out of trouble because you’re a big girl who knows how to take care of herself. But instead, you have taken a pretty big hit, blame Atsumu. It was his idea to lower the amount of tobacco this time around, instead of feeling the familiar high you have with Suna; this is something way stronger.

How did you end up atop of Tsumu with his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, you have no idea. Only remembering fragments of things he had said to you prior to this, “Suna aren’t here is he? Shame. Let me be Suna tonight for ya, baby. Ride me inside, bet I could treat ya better than ‘im, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. It’s not like he’s ya boyfrien’ or anythin’.” That’s all you could remember before a snap of Atsumu’s hips snapped you out of your thought, drawing a meal from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t hide that pretty voice from me now.”

Atsumu’s little plan would’ve been a success if it wasn’t for Osamu, consider it payback. Call him selfish if you want, but seeing his twin brother knocking the breath out of your lungs sparks his jealousy. Sure he could’ve joined in easily but what’s the fun in that?

Suna has been stood by the door for a while now, watching as you desperately bounces on Atsumu’s cock and moaning his name between each of those sloppy kisses. But still, that stoic face remained unbothered, maybe a twitch here and there but nothing major, the completely opposite of what Samu thought he would do. After all, despite Suna saying he doesn’t care nor does he wants you, everyone knows how much he cares for you enough to keep you around for as long as he has. Instead, Suna approached the two of you. Yanking your head up those sweaty locks of yours whilst you could barely register the shift in his eyes, “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you? Just wanted an excuse to fuck Tsumu.”

He wasn’t wrong, both Miya twins shares the same face and it is hared to ignore their handsome features after all.

Osamu was dumbfounded when Suna positioned himself behind you instead, not only did he not have a good go at Tsumu but at the end decide to join too before prepping your rear end the best way he can before inching in, frowning as he does. “Fuck... just as I expected. You’re so fucking, right baby”

Neither one of them paid attention to Samu before Suna caught him palming at his jeans, only then did he come closer with his cock freed with one hand whilst the other holding a phone and hit record. You should see the way your lips parts whenever you’re close or the complete fucked our expression that suits you so well, no worries though; Samu will keep a good record seeing as how well you take all three of them together with Samu’s cock lodge deeply down your throat, stuffing you full with all ends.

At least this time you are not the only one who’s slurring nonsense as you came, Tsumu was the first one to pump you full of his cum first then it was Samu and lastly Suna. Showering you in praises and kisses before the younger Miya twin decides to take up the aftercare duty upon himself since Tsumu has already blacked out and Suna doesn’t look that far off either with the remaining blunt in his hand.

Samu is the gentlest of them all, washing you carefully as though you’re a glass doll. Having you put on one of his shirts and setting you on the kitchen counter whilst he cooks, earning small nods and hums from you whenever he asks you a question. Samu’s surprise you even managed to hold yourself this well before finally crashing against his shoulder, it was a struggle to get you to eat some food and drink some water but he did anyway.

Only for Suna to snatch you away again with a wave of his hand and a pat on his lap, you practically scrambled out from Samu’s arms and into Suna’s chest. Snuggling comfortably against him with a content smile on your face.

At the end of the day, you are Suna’s precious little princess. He’s the one who shown how to roll a joint, how to smoke from a bong and be a little rebellious. The Miyas twins could hook up with you as many times as they want, but he knows you’d be running back to him as soon as it is over.

Tag list: @m-mortimer @selfishwitch @sleepyrintaro @cxnicalsweetheart

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #osamu x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu smut #suna smut #atsumu smut #hq 🏐 #tw’gangbang #tw’corruption #tw’dubcon #tw’drug #this been on my mind while fucking day #been screaming at izzie about it and I’m just #I WAMT STONER SUNA TO WRECK ME

[unexpected-character]

Sisters and Surprises

(gif not mine) I’m obsessed. My wifeeeys🥺💗

In celebration of my two wives' birthdays, Kate Walsh (October 13) and Caterina Scorsone (October 16), here's a drabble.

Amelia Shepherd x Reader

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You and Amelia started dating a few weeks after you arrived in Grey Sloan looking for a fresh start and a job as a Cardiothoracic Surgeon. That was about 6 months ago and even until now you were both happy and contented with what you both have. Sure you knew about how complicated her recent drama that had happened before you arrived which is her having a kid and an ex that asked her to marry him however she declined and hell broke lose. So things were a bit awkward but you didn't wanna get into it because you really really like Amelia and you're not going to judge her for what happened in the past and whatever reason. You'd rather support her and be there for her instead. You both chose each other, that for the both of you is enough.

You knew the basic things about her, like her being an ex-addict and her brain tumour and the likes. She also told you briefly of her sisters and said how they all don't see eye to eye. You were both still getting to know each other and you are okay and looking forward to all the discovery. You both started to know the little things first then gradually the big ones and the ones you both like to do. For example, what both of you want to eat early in the morning or even the way you both would like to cuddle 5 minutes more after the alarm rang so you both put it 5 minutes earlier so you guys try to not be late for your shifts, keyword try.

So when she paged you, as she was looking for you. You paged her back to the OR because her page said 911 however you were still finishing up your surgery so you can't just runout there for her. You were almost done anyway just a little bit of stitch and you let the resident to close up. So when you just unscrub out of a double bypass surgery when you notice Amelia doing a beeline towards you. She said she wanted you to meet someone she really cares about. She wanted you to meet her chosen sister, with that in mind you asked if you can prepare yourself first to look more well put. You want to be presentable to someone she consider as a sister knowing that she didn't have good biological ones. You were tired and a bit thirsty too due to having back to back surgeries since early this morning so you asked her if you both can go to the attendings' lounge first. She agreed but told you to hurry up because she really is excited for it. So you entered the lounge first while Amelia is following you close.

As you both enter, your eyes locked towards the water dispenser while Amelia saw the person she wanted you to meet. Amelia being too excited she wasn't able to control her tone and said, "Y/n, I want you to —" you raised your head up due to her loudness and thats when you notice the other person inside the lounge, "Woah! If it isn't the infamous Forbes." You teasingly told the older woman. Addison seeing you simply smirked and approached you. She launch herself to you for a full body embrace. She seems so relax with you. "How are you here? It's been years, Y/n/n." She said while she buries her head on the crook of your neck. You hugged her tightly. You never thought that you'll be seeing her since forever. She was on her 1st year as an attending and you were on your 4th year of residency when you were given an offer you can't refuse to another country to study your chosen specialty as it was going to make or break your career, so you left. It was emotional but both of you agreed it was for the best. You had few good years and for you guys it was enough. Your friends to lovers to friends again was good 'til you both were busy with your careers, communications were cut. You haven't forgotten her though, both of you didn't. "Almost 22 years to be exact, Forbes. I haven't heard from you a few months after I left for Zurich." "Yeah. We were both so busy, weren't we?" She looked at you fondly. The relationship didn't work out but you both hold each other dearly in each other's heart.

"Uhmm okay. This is weird. How do you both know each other?" For a minute you both forgot that there was someone in the room with you. Most especially your girlfriend. So when her initial surprise of her lover and sister knowing each other she spoke. You and Addison, both detangled yourselves from each other. You smiled at your girlfriend and approach her, taking her hand with your own. "Amelia, Addie and I were really close back when we were both residents. She's a really good friend however due to both our success in our own fields we weren't able to catch up until now." You looked at your girlfriend lovingly, happy that you have your friend back again after so much time has passed.

"Oh, okay. I feel like there's a lot of history there but it's good both of you are now in each others life, I guess." she replied, and you looked at her and can feel her jealousy about what had happened a while ago. You wanna smirk and teased her but you'd rather not because she was right that there is history but you know that whatever you and Addie had back then can't compare to what you have with Amelia now. You really hope she knows that though.

"Yes, Amy but we're good. I'm just happy that I have my friend back in my life after so many years. I didn't even know I'd see her again because last time I heard she was a hotshot bachelorette taking Europe by storm after her miracles in Zurich." Addie trying to lighten the mood and tension that you three feel inside the room. "Yeah, I did but then I thought why not visit the states and start a storm here too. However, I'm not the hotshot bachelorette though. I mean still hot, but not a bachelorette. Very much taken by this wonderful human being, a world-class neurosurgeon at that." You said and kissed Amelia's cheek. She tried really hard but she can't help the blush creeping up. You wrapped your arms around her waist and she leaned on you.

"You guys look so cute together. I am so happy that you both finally found someone that will always be there for each other. You guys are perfect." She gushed and genuinely happy at both her friend. One a little sister, and one that she can actually even admit to be her person back then maybe still is. You smiled at your friend. Happy about everything. "Okay. Let's go to the serious part now." She said and it made you a bit confused but still listened to what she'll have to say. "Y/n, you better take good care of my sister. I will kick your ass and destroy you if you ever break her heart. Amy, I love you, you know that but Y/n here was once my person back when I was just starting my career so take good care of her too. Just take care of each other or you both will feel the wrath of Satan." She said jokingly but the sincerity and truth shine through on what she said to you both. "Addie... don't worry, I really like her. I'm madly in love with her, very much so. I promise I won't intentionally hurt her. If I do, I'm gonna give myself the boot so I really understand. I will take good care of her and her heart too." You look down at Amelia. Conveying everything in your eyes that you really mean it.

"You love me?" Amelia asked. You both haven't said it yet even if you both know how you both love each other, shown through actions and care but you admitting it openly not just to her but to her sister too, it brought tears to her eyes. "I do, Amy. I really love you." You replied. Amelia can't help herself and kissed you with everything in her. She adores you so much. You can feel it through the kiss. "I love you too, Y/n. So much." She gave you another peck. "Okay. You, guys. I'm still here. Please don't fuck in front of me go to an on-call room or something." "Oh shut up, Forbes. I hope you get stalked by a lot of pregnant mothers." She gave you a strong punch and left you both for privacy. You just laugh it off. Nothing can beat how happy and in love you feel right now.

"So... Amy, baby. Don't get jealous, okay? I only love you." You said smirking and teasing her of her behaviour a while ago. You can't help but laugh your ass off because of it. "Oh shut up! I take it back, you're just annoying." She replied back. You can't help yourself and gave her a grin she knows so well. She knows that look and before she can get away, you carried her in a fireman's carry, her on your shoulder and run towards the nearest on-call room.

You both passed by Webber, him with a look of surprise and confusion but he learned to never question anything he sees with his doctors. He already got himself too much information and scarred in all the years he have been in this hospital.

#grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy #amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #caterina scorsone x reader #caterina scorsone #addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #kate walsh #richard webber #private practice #greys #greys abc #greysanatomyedit #greysfanfic #greys fanfic #fanfiction

[spikesbimbo]

-Giving head for the first time

-Sakusa, Atsumu, Hirugami, Boktuo

a/n: this was inspired by me thinking about being the first person omi gives head to </3 

first post of the year!

18+ Minors DNI

-Kiyoomi Sakusa 

Again, give and take.

This isn't the first time hes seen your bare cunt, exposed to the world, him being in it and making a mess multiple times.

You assured him that he didn't have to go down on you due to his “predicament”.

 You said that just touching and kissing him was enough, and you were right, everytime leaving you soaked.

But he insisted, it internally hurting his pride of whether he could get you off, and also believing that's what a good boyfriend should do. Bless his heart 

You returned the thought, wanting to suck him off, but he declined saying maybe later.

You eventually did before him, now wanting to get you off even more because of the guilt that you've given him head but not the opposite.

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“Yoomi'' you whined as he opened your legs, him facing you needy cunt. You've never been so shy in your life, him staring at it for what felt like forever, not moving an inch.

“Baby” you started, uncovering your eyes with your hands and moving them down to his head. “You don't have too” you softly continued, gently stroking his cheek with your fingers getting tangled in his locks. 

This isn't just his first time with you, it's his first time with anybody. Yes he was confident in everything he did, but that was because he had practiced before. And also he wanted to do good for you, worrying if he was going to be good enough even though he would never admit that outloud. 

But you already knew, making your heart flutter that he would go to such lengths for you, getting you even wetter without him touching you. 

He moves his head closer to your entrance, slowly taking your hands off his face and putting them in his hair, gently grabbing it. He started kissing around it, natural instincts coming into play, gripping your legs.

You let out a whimper as he bit the sensitive area around your thighs, he looked up to make out if that was a good or bad one, quickly seeing your head roll back with your eyes, instilling confidence in him.

“Fuck yoomi, please” You moaned shoving your greedy cunt into his face. He usually wouldn't tolerate this attitude, but seeing as he's doing this for you, he lets it slide and at last connects his lips to your swollen clit. 

He works his tongue making you let out a string of cries and whines getting him painfully hard. As much and he wanted to make himself feel good, he reminded himself that this was all for you and him now , putting all of his work into both of his hands and mouth.

He continued flicking his tongue making you arch your back, now roughly grabbing his hair, not letting him up, getting lost in your own world, feeling prideful that he could make you feel this good.

He was in his own world too right now, not even worrying about the mess he was in, even admiring it. “Fuck doll” he groaned, his face still buried deep in your cunt, your movement getting eratic, letting him know you were close.

“I-im gonna cum- yoomi… please!” You begged, feeling like you were about to tip over and the only thing keeping you stable was his touch.

“Cum for me.” he muttered, taking his lips slightly off enough to reposition them, placing them in the spot he knew you loved.

“Fuck” you cried gripping onto hair even stonger making you see white while cumming all over him, drowning him in more of a mess. 

Coming back to reality, realizing what you've done, now hiding your face again. You knew he wasn't mad at you, and he was trying his hardest not to care about being soaked in your cum.

“I love you” he commented, already proving it but reminding you in a different form.

“I know” you giggled, feeling his cock, still stunningly hard. “lemme take care of you now?” 

-Atsumu Miya

Boy is needy asf

But you're his shy little virgin gf, which he respects, even though he's been daydreaming about him in between your legs.

So one day you finally get there after kissing for what seems like hours.

He makes you look him in the eyes, making sure you're actually okay with this, and not just going along with it because you don't want him to get upset.

 He loves, and I mean loves, watching you squirm and cry out because of him.

It makes his ego rise causing him to be more cocky, shoving his face back into you like he would die if he didn't get a taste.

When you finally cum for the nth time while he's eating you out he's puts that to rest, then fingers you till you pass out, crying out his name, saying that you can't take it anymore even though you could

What a good boyfriend < 3

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“Tsum- ahh” you moaned sitting on his lap, grinding on his erection, making your pussy wetter than you've ever got it before.

“You gonna let me take care of you?”  he kissed into your skin making you let out another whine.

“Hmm baby?” he grinned seeing you in such an already fucked out state with him barely even touching you. “Cmere doll.” he said flipping you over so that you were now on your back and he was above you.

“Dont hide that pretty face, lemme see you.” he gently said, not wanting to overstress you, wanting to put all his energy into taking care of you. “Good girl.” he praised after you shyly removed your hands, now just laying there.

“You sure u want this baby?” he asked, looking you deeply in your eyes, stroking your cheek with one of his hands. “….y-yeah” you replied, grabbing him by the shoulder dragging him in for another kiss.

“Needy little thing” he muttered, dragging his fingers across your oh so wet panties. “I should just give you my dick huh, you'd like that baby wouldn't you?” he teased dragging them off finally seeing your pretty little pussy for himself. 

“Just playing baby.” he said, moving his head down to be face to face with your cunt. “wouldn't wanna break ya.”  

“Tsumie please” you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed full, feeling his breath on you, increasing the wetness between your legs.

“There she is! My pretty girl at last opening up...You wanna tell me what you want princess?” he teased again.

“Y-you-”

“Hmm can't hear you” he said cutting you off, his lips now hovering over your clit.

“Y-our mou-th” you finally got out, feeling more embarrassed than ever to admitting what you desperately wanted. You were by no means a “good girl”. But you kept yourself closed off, not wanting a hit and run relationship, but the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different story, that he loved to pull out of you.

“Yes maam.” he uttered as he started kissing on it, it all being a foreign feeling to you, you never making yourself feel this good. 

He increased his pace going between sucking on your clit and licking it all up, leaving you a mess before his eyes, he was blessed. The fact he had someone as sweet and beautiful as you in his life made him want to worship the ground you walked on, devoting all his pleasure to you. 

He went back at it making you cum for the 3rd time, feeling pride that he got you off this easily, but not letting it get to his head, just yet.

“Ahhh!” you squealed feeling his finger suddenly inside you. “Shh relax baby” he said, to which you listened, letting him at last thrust his fingers inside of you. “Dont that feel good?”  

“Y-yeah f-fuck.” you moaned, not even trying to hold it back anymore. The pleasure of his mouth and fingers pushing you into your 4th orgasm today. 

You grabbed his wrist wanting the attention on you right now and not your throbbing cunt even though you loved the feeling and didn't want it to stop. He turned his head to see your pretty face once again, already reading your mind, locking eyes for what seems like forever, eventually smirking along with you, grabbing you back up in his arms saying “Oh were not even close to done baby.” 

  -Sachiro Hirugami

You had a bad day : (

So when you come home and immediately clinging to your boyfriend, he knows just what to do to cheer you up.

You haven't been dating for that long, only a few months, but he could tell by the way you greedily kissed him that you wanted more.

He grabs your lower back as you snuggle into him, letting you complain about your day, talking his ears off, listening as he should.

But what he starts to do, slowly sliding his hands down your shorts, making you go wide eyed then falling into his touch making you let out a few held back moans.

BUT HERE'S THE THING

He lets you rant about your day while you ride his face.

True love< 3

-

“Gamiii” you whined completely, losing focus. The tv in the background being muted in your mind, the only sense you're feeling right now is his touch.

“Hold on honey” he softly laughed repositioning you in his lap, you not being shy at all, being so needy for him with a pout adorning your face. He continued to listen about you rant about your day while kissing your neck every so often, hands gently but firmly holding onto your sides.

You stopped for a second, his hand getting extra close to your ass, did he mean it? You don't know, but what you did know was that it gave you butterflies, in your heart and pussy.

You moaned into his neck again, this time accompanied by your hips swinging back and forth, taking out your stress on your poor boyfriend, not that he minded. You could use him in any way you wanted. He just lived to please you.

“I got an idea love.” he said, taking your hand into his, playing with your fingers.

He laid down on the couch, you still in his lap, just moving you slightly with your hands now resting on his chest. He took your hand in his again pulling you towards his face, to your confusion. 

“If you wanted to kiss then we could have done it sitting.” you thought, missing the feeling in his lap. But before you could pout any longer he dragged you on even further, you mind guessing what was happening but your conscious not wanting to admit it.

You immediately got flustered, the fact that he was wanting you, to sit on his face, made your cheeks burn.

“A-are you sure” you mumbled out, feeling him grow in anticipation. “Yeah baby. If i wasn't thinking about it ever since you came home i wouldn't have”   

“Thinking… about me. Really?” you shyly confessed. “Of course love.” he said, sliding your shorts off along with your panites, wanting to taste you for so long. “All I do at work is think about you, wanting to touch you, feel you, kiss you.”

He finally got you to hover over his face, being nervous about the whole thing, wondering if he could handle your weight. But he assured you by pulling you down onto his lips, immediately sucking on your neglected clit. 

“nghh” you instantly moaned, trying to be more quiet, leaning back onto his waist, your hands supporting you there.

“No keep talking, lemme know what went wrong with your day angel.” he said putting you back onto his face.

“W-well, ahh, my bos-s made me-nggh, re-edo the who-le project… by mysel-lf” you got out, a few moans escaping here and there.

“By yourself?” he sated giving you a break. “Oh no baby.” he genuinely said, wrapping his lips around it once again. He was working magic beneath you making you feel weightless, taking the stress out of your body, making you feel oh so good.

“You're so lucky you've got a man like me huh?” he cooed, you feeling the smirk he had in between your legs. 

“Yeah,” you stated, voice shaky, not one trace of a lie being hidden. “yeah i am.”

-Kotaro Bokuto

Virgin!Bo!!! 

Baby boy is so nervous, never doing this before in his life, only using his fist and incredibly active mind.

But it's okay you’ll guide him through it, like to good gf you are.

He loves- no needs praise.

Moan out how good he's doing while grabbing his hair

That'll set something off in him, turning him into a whole different man between your legs

Making him grab and suck the life out of you, leaving tons of hickies and marks on your thighs

Good luck getting away from it once you've started it

-

“Am I doing it good?” he asked, voice muffled by your pussy, sitting on the floor between your legs as you rested on the bed.

“Yeah. fuck baby. You're doing so good, being such a good boy.” You praised not lying once. Fuck he was good. After all that time building up to this, him shying away because he was scared, not wanting to disappoint you.  

He looked up at you for approval; noticing this you let yourself go, not holding back any moans or sounds that wanted to escape your body, wanting him to know that he was doing such a good job. The bite marks, bruises and hickeys, along with your dripping wet cunt, being visible proof.

“fuck y/n” he groaned, being in distress, not knowing what to do, whether to take care of his hard cock or keep all his attention on you. 

He chose the latter, wanting to be your good boy, loving how hard you pulled his hair, and moaned his name. 

He continued making you cum another time before completely pausing himself, realizing what he'd just done.

“Hmm, what wrong baby?” you quickly said noticing his state, not caring about the pleasure anymore, just waiting to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

He didn't say anything but you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the ruffled look on his face. Your eyes scanned down until you saw what the problem was.

“Aww baby, did you cum? Because of me!? How cute.” you giggled taking him his large frame into your arms, him letting you not waiting to be seen right now. It made your heart race that he go this worked up over you, the fact that calling hi a good boy sent him over the edge.

He was so embarrassed, wanting to hide in your chest forever, hoping that this was just a dream and not real. “Ko- look at me.” you said pulling dragging him out of your chest, him missing the warm comforting feeling of your boobs.

“Don't be embarrassed, that was hot.” you said assuring him that it was in fact not something to be ashamed of but instead embrace.

“C'mere “ you said, jestering him to sit on the bed, already getting on your knees. “Lemme show you how hot that was.”

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[mypoisonedvine]

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you.  He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him.  So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him.  The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure!  are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone.  You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be.  Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms.  Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

//

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed.  It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense.  He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry.  You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned.  But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch.  You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself.  He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you.  He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock.  "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.  

"Yeah, I'm right here."

//

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered.  "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment.  I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement.  "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right.  I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

//

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room.  The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him.  But that wasn't what he wanted.  It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now?  I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look.  "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right?  You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.  "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom.  He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously.  "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled.  "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you.  Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed.  You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?" 

He cleared his throat a little.  "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained.  “Besides, this is all my fault anyways.  You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that.  It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either.  You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered.  "Why?  What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay.  I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass.  "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size.  He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.  

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness.  “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too.  You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear.  "Are you sure?  Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers.  Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was.  If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear.  You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it.  It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger.  Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you.  It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours.  He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled.  He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now.  You needed to ask him for it.  He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.  

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered.  "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds.  You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed.  "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted.  Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish.  You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.  

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in.  Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours.  "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not.  He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go.  Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you.  You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised.  "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body.  It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster.  He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval.  "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank.  You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts.  Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock.  Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly.  He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress.  He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned.  "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.  

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust.  "Gonna come again already, baby?  Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured.  "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it.  Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin.  "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan.  "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it.  Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation.  Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.  

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing.  "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release.  It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically.  He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside.  "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised.  "Goodnight, beautiful…"

//

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep.  But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss.  It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already.  I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach.  You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.  His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise.  But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well.  After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still.  "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars.  He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake.  "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories.  You only ate granola bars for four days?  Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar.  Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you.  Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly.  "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob.  "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you?  I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted.  “I remember you coming for me, twice.  Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away.  "So you might as well let yourself like it."

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OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

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Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

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