#i would happily go to a store to get them if i knew they fuckin sold them

[soldier-poet-king]

Also a bunch of places I'd like to work are hiring full time permanent and I'm just....in this contract til at least August. And it would be real bad for me to dip. But ofc these places won't STILL be hiring then, and idk if I'd be hired with only one official year of experience and the rest part time and practicum work

#franposting #yall im really sad today for no damn reason #and i have sm shit to dk #i wanna go home and drink and play sdv #also my oxford shoes from modcloth are falling apart after only 1 yr #which fine. theyre fake leather #but its SO hard to find cute womens oxford style brown shoes #and i would buy mens but even a mens 7 is too big for me #i need mens 6 or 6.5 which is youth which is again hard to find #and i dont trust rando internet sellers like aliexpress and shit #its unethical and probably terrible quality product #But i CANNOT FIND THESE SHOES ONLINE ANYWHERE #i would happily go to a store to get them if i knew they fuckin sold them #but no everything is flats and heels ans clogs #i WANT MEN STYLE SHOES. WINGTIP. MAYBE LACE DETAILING. CUTE

[satorusugurugurl]

can we please get something about satoru x reader x suguru 🤲🏻💖

i would absolutely love a third part

and fourth

and fifth 👀

Reversal!

Characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader

Warning: Language, smut, Reader is fuckin pissed, sitting on face, body worship

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: I received this request and a suggestion for the reader being mad. I merged the two! As for other parts, I’m so down. Send me suggestions! 😈💚

Part One Part Two

It wasn’t very often that you were sent off on a mission alone. Usually, you were stuck in Tokyo handling curses here while your partners were sent off overseas. So imagine your surprise when Yaga and the higher-ups sent you overseas to London.

You had been ecstatic!

You were looking forward to seeing sights you’d never seen before. The wonder and woe wore off the second you stepped off the plane. You were ushered off to a tiny rural village, where not one, not two, but seven curses had been spotted. It took you a damn week to exorcize all of them. You could have finished it sooner if the stupid locals stopped getting in your way.

When you finally made it home, you were irritated, exhausted, and needed stress relief. Stress relief that involved your two boyfriends and their skillful tongues and appendages. They had no idea what was in store for them as you unlocked the door.

Satoru was happily eating a cookie when the front door nearly came off its hinges just as he passed it. He choked, raising his hand to defend himself with Hollow Purple, only to see you throwing your shoes off with a dark expression washed over your pretty face.

“Oh, my fuck!” He gasped out, coughing as cookie crumbs choked him. “You scared the ever-loving shit out of my sweetheart!” When you said nothing, Satoru tilted his head, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes, the ashy tone of Your skin, and how you gritted your teeth as you threw your suitcase to the side. “Rough week?”

No words were said as you grabbed him by the front of the shirt. “Shut the fuck up.” You snarked like a lioness on the prowl.

Satoru gulped as he was yanked down the hall towards Suguru’s room. When you reached The slightly cracked door, you kicked it in, causing the raven-haired man to jump. His eyes darted from his book to the doorway, where he found your exhausted, angry features and Satoru’s terrified face.

What had they forgotten to do when you were gone? Laundry? No, that was done. Messy house? No, the duo was always neat. Dinner wasn't made? That couldn't be it; you had told them you wanted takeout before boarding the plane home. Not knowing what was going through your beautiful mind made you ten times scarier.

Several seconds passed as scenarios crossed his mind before Suguru cleared his throat. He placed his book down on the nightstand, striding towards you with a cocked eyebrow. His movements were slow and full of caution as he approached you like you were a wild beast.

“Princess? You okay?”

You moved at lightning speed, releasing Satoru before you shoved Suguru back onto the bed. He didn’t say a word as he watched you take off your panties before bunching your skirt up to your hips. Before he knew it, you were yanking down his sweats as you onto the bed. Satoru watched in horny shock as you straddled Suguru’s face and bent down over him to stroke his best friend's cock.

“Toru, get the fuck behind me, and fuck me.” You barked out as if he was supposed to know what to do.

“R-Right!” He stripped out of his clothes as Suguru groaned underneath you. His tongue wasted no time, darting out and licking at your damp folds as you took his cock into your mouth, sucking it gently. “I guess it was a rough week.”

You wanted to snap back at Satoru, but how could you when Suguru was licking your clit like it was candy. You gasped, leaning forward, taking his cock into your mouth with a hungry groan. Satoru was half tempted to sit back and watch his two sexy partners sixty-nine, but the image of your furious face had him moving despite his desires.

The feeling of Suguru’s hot wet tongue flattening and lapping over your clit, to feeling Satoru’s cock stretch you open had you gasping around Suguru’s cock, your eyes fluttering as they rolled back at the sensation. It was so good, your clit being stimulated while your pussy was being stuffed. It was like worlds were colliding; a cosmic event was taking place between your legs, and your pussy was crying happy tears.

The warmth of your mouth and hearing the grunts from Satoru had Suguru’s cock throbbing in your mouth. The stimulation was great, but having you take control, making them do what you wanted, it was just as good as them taking out their frustrations on you. Maybe he needed to talk to Yaga about sending you out more often. Oh god, what if they sent you and Satoru out together, or you and him? The possibilities were endless.

Possibilities that had Suguru furrowing his brows as he hungrily licked and sucked at your clit. If you needed them this bad, by god, he’d give you everything you fucking wanted. You wanted to cum on his face. He’d make that happen! Once you finished, if you wanted more, he’d give you more. Suguru grabbed the top of your thighs, slamming you down directly on his tongue, devouring you.

Suguru’s sudden action had Satoru wincing, his faltering as you tightened around his cock. Your walls pulsated and clenched around him. Fuck, how the fuck were you so wet but still so goddamn tight?! He felt like you were going to squeeze his cock off of the three of you and kept going at this pace. Suguru was eating you out while you gagged around his cock. The sight was better than any porn he’d ever seen. And he was fucking loving in it!

“Fuuuck~!!” Satoru threw his head back, hips jerking forward faster. “Oooh god fuck me, t-this is so hot.”

“Mmmph~ mmhm!” Suguru moaned in agreement from underneath you, sending vibrations dancing through your clit.

You gagged on Suguru’s cock pulling back enough to breathe. “If it feels that fucking good, shut up and keep going!” You shouted, sending a glare with no heat in Satoru’s direction. He didn’t freeze up under your harsh words; no, instead, he groaned as his cock twitched inside of you, his hips moving as you instructed him to do so.

His pace picked up as you went back to sucking on Suguru’s fat cock, deep-throating him with a moan as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. Already, you were feeling your orgasm tightening in your belly. Satoru could feel it, too, from the way you clenched down on his cock, your gummy walls pulsating.

Satoru wasn’t the only one to notice. Your dark-haired boyfriend picked up on the telltale signs of you being close as well. Your clit twitched, and your moans grew louder, buzzing around his cock as you gagged on him. Knowing precisely what you needed, Suguru sealed his lips around your sensitive bud, sending your eyes shooting wide. Satoru picked up the pace of his thrusts.

The buzzing hum in your head wasn’t from being buzzed off alcohol. No, it was from being buzzed off of your partners. They worked in tandem with each other between Satoru’s thrust and Suguru’s insatiable skills with his tongue. You cried out, toes churching back, arching as they worked you to the brink of your orgasm.

“That’s right, sweetheart~ we got you~ cum~” Satoru growled against your shoulder as he kissed your skin. His words drew you closer, but Suguru sent you over the edge. He was moaning, growling around your clit as his balls clenched, his cum sliding down your throat. All the while, he moved his head back and forth as fast as he could, pulling you over the edge with him.

The orgasm that ripped through you had you rock back against Satoru and over Suguru’s still-working mouth. Satoru’s dick repetitively hits your g-spot over and over, making you squirt around him and all over Suguru’s face. While Suguru hummed in approval lapping up all of the juices he could, Satoru fucks you deeper and harder as his orgasm hits him. He fucked his load deep inside of your tight cunt, making you cry out as you pulled off of Suguru.

“O-Oooh~ oh fuck yes~!” You palm your breasts as your boyfriends gasp and pant, the three of you slowly coming down from your highs.

Once Satoru is positive he’s milked himself completely inside of you, he pulls his sensitive cock out of you, allowing you to get off Suguru, collapsing in the bed next to him. Satoru smirks, chuckling roughly as he stares down at Suguru’s fucked out expression, his perfectly beautiful face shimmering with your cum. Blue eyes dart towards you, panting just as heavily, looking a million times happier than when you first came home.

“N-Now I—“ you gasped, “I get it.”

Suguru turned his head towards your voice, “Get what, Princess?” He groaned. He was rolling into his stomach to watch you.

“Why your guys fuck the life out of me after a long mission.” Their smiles are palpable as you hum happily, pulling them both to either side of you. They oblige, Satoru resting his head over your breasts while Suguru buries his face into the crook of your neck. “That was fucking great, let go again.”

Suddenly, Satoru and Suguru were beginning to wonder if you going out on missions like them would be for the best. You were fucking unfathomable hot when you took control, but they also know how passionate you were. They could only pray their cocks would survive the night to come.

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[xatsperesso]

Headcanon: Marbas told Kerori (he knows that she is Kuromu) that Murmur was fan of Gyari so Kerori would be able to get Murmur's signature.

Oh absolutely. She'd happily give them her excess merch, they're her teachers after all, and marbas-sensei is her manager's brother! Of course she'll give them whatever they ask for!

But ya know this is only the beginning. Soon word will spread around, there's someone who gives away Gyari merchat school. That someone is a part of the abnormal class! They even got copies of very limited edition stuff, some even before they're released in the stores!

And here, all kerori needs to do is change the word "give away" to "sells"

By the third year kerori will find herself the head of a black market in the school were she sells her excess gyari stuff. Gyari and kerori knew each other for a long time, and Gyari doesn't seem like the kind of gal who understands what going overboard means, especially when it comes to kerori. And as such, kerori most likely has boxes upon boxes filled to the brim with several copies of merch, poster, mugs and dvds that contains the video of that one time Gyari punched a host that somehow got deleted from the undernet

Like i can imagine kerori wearing sunglasses and a long coat giving kids whatever they ask for. The perfume brand Gyari uses? Here ya go. The very rare t-shirt that's supposedly got cancelled? You gotcha. A piece of Gyari's hair? No you fuckin psycho, but here's a wig that looks just like her hair. Go nuts. Oh, hey murmur-sensei! You want that limited edition shirt? That'll cost you a 100% mark on the next three exams. Ain't nothing for free around here

#and it's all in retaliation for kalego going overboard with homework #oh you're doubling our homework? #im opening a black market and bringing the teachers #check mate #crocell kerori #gyari #mairimashita! iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun

[jamiliascorner]

SHORT STORY: PART 1

It was in this moment, as he watched her counting his money with a blunt between her lips, that he realized who she was. His woman. Not some hoe who was only with him for his money, not some chick who wanted to use him to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and not some bitch who just wanted to show him off on her arm like some prized possession.

No, Zoe was a real woman. A woman who was down for him in any and every way that he needed her, a woman who did whatever he asked of her and a woman who would kill any nigga or bitch that tried to fuck with him.

She was the true definition of a Lady in the Streets and a Freak in the Sheets.

‘I love this woman,’ He realized. ‘She’s the woman I want by my side at all times, the woman I want to have my kids. Fuck that, she’s the woman I want to make my wife.’

Zoe looked up from counting Marcus’s money and raised a brow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

A slow smile spread across his lips and he shook his head. “No reason, ma.”

“No reason, huh?” she took a long drag of the blunt and handed it to him. “I know you, Marcus. I know that look.”

He takes the blunt and brings it to his lips. “What look?”

“The look you get when you’re thinking really hard about something,” she laughed. “So, you mind as well tell me.”

Marcus took a long drag and held it in as he kept his eyes on her. ‘Damn! How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?’ he thought. She was just so damn beautiful. He’d hit the jackpot when she agreed to go out with him three years ago.

“Marcus! Nigga, speak!”

He almost choked on the smoke, he’d held in, at her sudden outburst. “Damn, Zoe,” he coughed. “Warn a nigga next time.”

“Well, if your ass stopped staring off into space, like some damn recovering alcoholic who’s just walked into a liquor store for the first time in ten years, then I wouldn’t have had to scare yo’ slow ass.” She laughed.

That laugh! Damn that laugh. No matter how his day was going, he could hear that laugh and everything would just disappear. It would just be them and no one else. Nothing and no one else mattered. It was ‘fuck everyone’. Marcus honestly didn’t know what it was about her that just made his fucking heart start beating erratically, or why his palms got sweaty every time she was around or why he’d kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

Maybe it was her laugh, her smile, the way her ass looked in the shorts she was wearing, her strong head game or how good she fucked him, whatever. All he knew was that she was his, no one else, and he wanted to make sure the whole fucking world knew it.

“Marcus, really? You’re just –”

“Marry me.” He blurted.

He watched her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Zoe,” he put out the rest of the blunt and turned to her. “I want you to marry me, Zoe. Become Mrs. Marcus Jones. I want to the whole fuckin world know that you’re my woman and that you belong to me and that if anyone even licks their lips at you, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at his unconventional way of proposing to her.

“Look, I know a nigga ain’t in school and ya parents don’t like me but –”

She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his to shut him up. “Marcus?” she pressed her forehead against his.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and ask me again.”

He chuckled before taking a big breath and pulling away to meet her gaze. “Marry me, Zoe.”

She smiled widely. “Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Jones. Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

He cocked his head. “So, that’s a yes, right?”

“Uh, nigga, yeah.” She said in a duh tone.

With a smile, Marcus tackled her on the bed, throwing money all over the bed and floor, and pinned her down as he started kissing her. She’d agreed to marry him, a man who’d said he’d never settle down and get married. Now, here he was, happily engaged to a woman he knew, deep down he didn’t deserve but who loved him. He can’t wait to start a family with her.

Just as things were getting heated, Marcus hears his phone going off, signaling he had a message. “Who the fuck is texting me at this time?” he groaned to himself as he leaned over and grabbed his phone.

Message from Kelly:

‘What the fuck does this bitch want now?’ he thought.

He opened the message and he’d swear his heart stopped. His body stiffened, his blood ran cold and he found it hard to breathe.

‘No. No! Fuck! This shit cannot be happening right now!’ he thought as he quickly rolled off Zoe and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘I just fuckin proposed to my girl and now this shit happens? What the fuck, man!’

Marcus ran his hand over his head as he read the message, that bitch Kelly sent, over and over again.

Message from Kelly: Nigga, I’m pregnant. Happy early Father’s Day.

PART 2 COMING SOON

[angryschnauzer]

Just What I Need

Summary; Working in a coffee shop you meet all sorts of people, but one customer in particular is always friendly, a local Detective from the nearby precinct. When one night he orders through a delivery service rather than in store, you get more than a tip when you make the delivery.

Fandom; Nomis (Night Hunter) Movie, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x Female Reader (no race or size specified)

Trope: Coffee Shop Meet Cute

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Flirting, Masturbation (male), Oral Sex (female recieving), unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Snowstorms.

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A/N: I am considering expanding this story, depending if people like it and want me to? Let me know! <3

Just What I Need

 Running the steam through the coffee machine you wiped the nozzle and smiled, there were just fifteen minutes until closing and the coffee shop you worked at was all but abandoned. Just your manager in the back counting the cash takings, and you were getting ready to box up the remaining muffins and cookies for the homeless shelter volunteer to collect dead on closing time.

 You didn’t mind working the late shift, in fact you preferred it over the early shift opening up at 7am. The 7am crowd were grumpy, rude and always in a rush. The 7pm customers were tired, quiet, and always thankful for whatever caffeinated delights you provided them with.

 The bell over the door rang as it opened and you looked up over the cups that were stacked on top of the machine, smiling at you saw the weary familiar face coming towards you;

 “Good Evening Detective” you smiled as the beast of a man stood at the counter. His face softened as he saw you, his shoulders dropping a little as he relaxed.

 “Hey… Sorry I’m in so late… you’re still open, right?”

 You glanced at the clock;

 “Another ten minutes. What can i get you?”

 You watched as he cast his gaze up to the handwritten chalkboard menu’s above the counter;

 “You got any Chilli left?”

 “Sure, a couple of pots in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?”

 He paused for a moment, as if trying to process the most technical question through his tired mind;

 “No… yes… urghhh…” he took a deep breath; “Yeah… if you wouldn’t mind. I’m so fuckin’ tired i think I’d burn my apartment down if i tried to use the stove”

 “Sure thing” you said with a smile as you got to work.

 You made small talk as you prepared his order, pulling out the sides and condiments that came with the Chilli meal;

 “Hey, you want a free muffin?”

 “I’m not really into sweet things this late at night… what flavours you got?”

“How about an Apple Cinnamon? It’ll last overnight and still be fresh enough for breakfast”

 The Detective smiled and nodded, pulling his wallet out as you finished bagging his order and rang it through for him, paying before you handed the bag to him;

 “Have a good evening Detective”

 As he turned he smiled at you;

 “Call me Walter”

 -

 Three days later and you were on the late shift again. Again it was quiet, just the soft sound of tyres driving through slushy snow outside the only noise since around 6pm as just a couple of customers nursed steaming mugs of coffee from their window seats. You saw the big silver truck pull up in the space outside the coffeeshop and smiled, there was only one customer that drove a truck that huge and if you were being honest with yourself you were developing quite a crush on the curly haired Detective.

 The moment he walked through the door you were smiling at him;

 “Detective” you greeted him happily

 “Didn’t i say to call me Walter last time i was here?”

 “I like Detective, has a nice authority ring to it” you said with a wink; “What can i get you tonight?”

 He paused for a moment, and as you reached for a notepad to jot down his order you missed the slight eyebrow raise and smirk at what you’d said before he cleared his throat;

 “What have you got that i can eat in my office without facing the wrath of my Lieutenant for making the department stink?” he said with a grin as he leaned on the counter.

 “I got Mozzarella and Pesto Subs? Tuna Melt?”

 “Tuna is a no. The case isn’t going well, no fish. Gimme two Mozzarella Subs, and the largest black coffee you do”

 “Sure thing. I’ll put a fresh pot on and get those sub’s on the press”

 As you started to prepare his order his phone rang, and you couldn’t help but to listen in;

 “... i’ll be like five minutes, i ain’t eaten all day… yeah ok… i’ll grab a box…”

 He hung up and nodded to the cakes;

 “Can i get a dozen muffins to go too? Got some grunts that are jealous that i got to escape the paperwork…”

 “Sure thing”

 Loading a box you picked what you knew were the best flavours and the freshest bakes;

 “You know, we’re on Uber Eats. As much as its nice to see a friendly face, we can deliver to the Precinct”

 “I… I have no idea what that is…”

 “Its a food delivery app. Here, give me your phone…”

 He unlocked it and set it down and rested his elbows on the counter as he watched;

 “You go to the app store and just download it. Put in your location and it’ll bring up nearby eateries and you can search for us. It has all the standard menu on. Save your card details or link it to paypal, and its super easy, it even keeps you updated when the order is being prepared or its out for delivery”

 He smiled as you pushed the phone back to him, locking the screen and pushing it back into his tight jeans;

 “That’s all well and good, but then i wouldn’t get a chance to see my favourite coffee shop girl now, would i?”

 You leaned forward and grinned, keeping your voice low;

 “Order between 6.45 and 7pm and i snag the deliveries and do them on my way home”

 -

 Walter pushed the key into the lock, opening the door to his apartment and groaning as his body ached from tiredness. He should be elated, they caught the killer, the evidence was logged and couldn’t be disputed… and yet he was tired to his core. He’d been at his desk for longer than he’d been home, and when the Lieutenant had finally ordered him to go him a little after 5pm, it had still taken him the better part of an hour to finish up and leave the building. 

 Shutting the door behind him he felt his stomach rumble. He didn’t even need to look in the fridge to know it was completely empty, devoid of anything even vaguely edible. Checking his phone he saw that it was a little after 6.30pm and a thought fired across his mind, a smile forming. Fifteen minutes later he’d added far more to his online basket than he ever would have done in store, but for the first time he was able to see exactly what the creations were whereas in the store it was just a big pile of weird looking cakes and bakes. By 6.50pm he’d entered his card details and completed the order, the little update screen stating delivery would be by 7.30pm, just enough time to grab a shower, after all if it was you that would deliver, he should probably shower for the first time in 72 hours having rushed out of the apartment three mornings in a row due to new leads in the case.

 The shower was far too enjoyable to rush, and after he’d washed his hair he started on his body, soaping over his chest and stomach before he paid extra attention to his dick. The anticipation of just the possibility of seeing you had him hard in seconds, and resting his head back against the tiled wall he quickly worked his hand over himself. He got lost in the moment, his mind taking him to places it shouldn’t, imagining his hand was yours, thinking about that time he saw you wearing over the over the knee knit socks and a skirt, how your ass was the perfect roundness, how your lips would look stretched around his dick… he came with a groan, thick white ropes falling to the shower floor as every ounce of stress left his body, his body shuddering when he was finally spent.

 He was halfway through drying himself when he heard a knock at the door to his apartment, he eyes going wide when he saw it was 7.20pm;

 “Fuck!”

 He’d gotten carried away in the shower, and now he had to quickly rush to wrap a towel around his waist as a second knock came just as he reached the door, taking a deep breath before opening it and seeing you standing on the doorstep shivering in your padded coat, holding two takeout bags;

 “Hey! Come in, come in, Jeez its freezing out there…”

 Stepping into the apartment you couldn’t help but to look him up and down, attempting to hide your reaction as you could clearly see the distinct outline of something rather large bulging against the fabric of the fluffy white towel;

 “Hey D-d-detective… Y-y-yeah it’s d-d-dropping fast out t-t-there… radio s-s-said it was g-g-gonna be a wind chill of minus t-t-twenty nine by eight o’clock… what a n-n-night to have my b-b-bike, huh?” You carefully dropped the two bags onto his coffee table as you spoke.

 “You cycled here? On that pedal bike that is always chained up outside the coffee shop?” he asked incredulously, immediately forgetting his current state of undress. Shutting the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest; “You’re gonna stay here until you’re warmed up, i’m gonna make you a hot coffee and to warm you up from the inside too...”

 “I ain’t gonna complain to that” you mumbled, your face pressed to his chest as you suddenly melted against him, warming your cheek against his firm muscles before turning your head to warm the other one and he let out a little gasp as your cold hands pressed against his sides.

 “I also said for you to call me Walter…” he said quietly.

 Pulling your head back you smiled at him;

 “Thank you, Walter. You’re the best… though you’re the first delivery i’ve made where i’ve been greeted by someone in just a towel”

 “Sorry, let me go put some clothes on…”

 You tighten your grip around his waist;

 “I wasn’t complaining…”

 There was no poignant pause, no longing gazes, his lips met with yours and the kiss was fierce and hungry. He was pushing your coat down your arms and you reluctantly released your hold from his waist to let it drop to the floor, your sweater following soon after. Your lips met again and he was lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hand rested on your ass beneath your skirt as he walked you through the apartment before dropping you on his bed.

 He was pulling your boots off your feet as you scrambled up the bed, your hands reaching for your thigh high socks when he suddenly caught your hands in his;

 “Leave those on…”

 You paused and grinned, before his lips met yours again and he was on top of you, his hands sliding up your skirt and bunching it around your waist as he pressed a trail of open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, before briefly lifting his head enough to pull your panties down your legs and toss them aside.

 As he lowered his mouth to your core his gaze was intense, vivid blue shining through the dim light of his bedroom, his tongue pushing through your soaked petals and parting them as his beard brushed against your skin, heightening all of the sensations. Wrapping his arms around your thighs he pulled you closer to his mouth, his tongue pushing into you and he started to fuck you with it whilst his bearded face tickled your clit. You were squealing and struggling to stay still, needing to anchor yourself on something as your hips bucked and your orgasm started to rapidly approach, your hands finding their way to his still wet hair and your fingers wrapping around the dark curls as he pressed a hand to your stomach to keep you still, growling at your taste on his tongue as he felt you shake as your orgasm took over.

 When your body had finally stopped shaking Walter pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he sat back on his haunches, licking his lips where he could still taste you on them. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows you grinned at him, your gaze travelling down his thick chest to his stomach, and the trail of hair that led beneath the towel;

 “You gonna show me what you’ve got under that towel, Detective?”

 “You ready for what i’ve got under this towel darlin’?”

 Pushing yourself up to sitting, your legs spread and bent either side of him, you hooked a finger into the towel and tugged, your eyes going wide when you saw his thick meaty cock standing hard and proud between his muscled thighs. Wrapping your hands around it you relished the feel of his silky skin as it moved over the hardness beneath, your mouth against his;

 “I need you inside me”

 “I… Fuck… this wasn’t planned… i haven’t got any protection…”

 “I’m on birth control, I want to feel you bare…”

 With a growl he surged forwards, capturing your lips with his own before he pushed you down onto the bed. Holding himself up on one hand he hooked your leg up over his hip, opening you like a winter blossom as he rubbed his dick through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your slick wetness. You whined at the teasing, the way his tip would brush against your hole only to move up to your clit;

 “Walter, please… you promised to warm me up from the inside…”

 He paused, a smirk on his face;

 “You want me to get you a coffee? ‘Cos i can stop…”

 “NO, i need your diiiiiiiiii….FUCK!” He’d pushed into you as you were mid sentence, the feeling of his meaty girth splitting your walls wide open overwhelming you and your eyes rolled back in their sockets; “OH MY GOD!”

 “You like that Darlin? You feeling warmer now?”

 “Please… please fuck me…”

 He grinned and shifted his hips, grinding into you;

 “Well, as you said please…”

 You had been expecting him to pound you into the mattress, you had not been expecting for his technique to start off with sensual rolls of his hips, filling you tenderly and carefully whilst you got used to his size. It was almost overwhelming, completely surrounded as he caged you in with his massive arms, his chest pressed against your own as his hips worked utter magic. He pulled his legs wide apart, shifting to rest on your open hips and he got even deeper. Pressing kisses to your lips and neck he soon had you moaning and begging for release, every push and pull hitting just the right spots and you were almost embarrassingly wet from the arousal but it only added to the sensations.

 You could feel yourself coming, the pleasure too much to hold back, and with a long low moan your body betrayed you and succumbed to the orgasm that had been building in the pit of your belly. Walter kept up the same speed of his thrusts but pushed a little harder, a little deeper with each one;

 “Can feel you fluttering around me, you gonna cum for me? You look so fucking beautiful all fucked out and wanting, feel so fucking amazing…”

 Just as your orgasm was at its peak he tensed and you could feel his cum flooding into you, the twitching of his dick as he filled you with his seed prolonging your high. When you had both finally finished you could feel his weight start to get heavier on top of you, before with a sudden and surprising act of nimble dexterity he rolled the pair of you over so you were laying atop of him, his softening dick slipping out and you felt the trickle of his seed flow out of you. With one massive hand he pulled the duvet across your bodies, and you snuggled up to his chest;

 “That was the best tip ever” you giggled; “In fact definitely more than the tip”

 At that moment you not only heard but felt his stomach growl, looking up and seeing him grin sheepishly as he spoke;

 “I just want you to know this is not how i usually treat food deliveries… do you want something to eat? Or drink?”

 Nodding you smiled;

 “That'd be nice”

 -

 A while later you were cleaned up, Walter having given you one of his massive t-shirts to wear which came to the tops of your thighs. He’d grazed through half the contents of his order as you nibbled on a muffin, having eaten at the coffee shop during a very quiet last hour of your shift. You’d laughed and chatted as the pair of you had eaten on the comfort of Walters couch, before you’d suddenly stopped mid sentence;

 “Shit, i left my bike in the lobby… will it be safe there until i go home?”

 Walter smiled at you, his hand curling around your thigh;

 “Have you heard that weather out there? I’d be surprised if you could even ride it home through three foot of snow…” he paused for a moment; “Stay the night…”

 You went to object, decline politely but you caught yourself, why? Why shouldn’t you spend the night? Taking a deep breath you smiled;

 “I’d love to”

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Part 2 >>>

#walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #henry cavill #walter marshall smut #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall fanfic

[liitlesunshiine]

High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes 

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3 

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job. 

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya. 

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied. 

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent. 

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad.  Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here. 

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.” 

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs. 

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled. 

“Like what?” He smiled. 

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up. 

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in. 

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response. 

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse. 

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.” 

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is  desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse. 

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god. 

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing.  It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation. 

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.” 

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief. 

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.” 

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.” 

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.” 

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.” 

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?” 

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.  

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.” 

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said. 

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air. 

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual.  The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile. 

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter. 

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both. 

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained. 

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.” 

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him. 

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control. 

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.” 

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.” 

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you. 

#Touya x You #toya #toya todoroki #todoroki x reader #bnha dabi #dabi smut #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #dabi fluff #dabi fic #toya smut #kinktober #mha todoroki

[equestriagirl16]

How bnha bois would react to loosing their small s/o w/ anxiety in a crowd~💥🥦❄️🔥⚡️🪨🩹

(Pt. 1)

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Sero hanta~🩹

🩹- It was just another day at the mall you both hand in hand happily walking out of a store

🩹- you both were talking about getting food and what YouTube videos you should obviously watch while you eat, but what you didn’t expect was the flooded food court

🩹- you tighten your grip on the tape bois hand and he tightens back giving you a reassuring smile, dont worry he’s gotchu bby

🩹- or at least he thought he did until yall walked through an influx of people leaving, “Geez that was weird you doin alright ba-” cue you being GONE

🩹- UMMMM??¿¿???¿¿ WHERE????, mans is twisting and turning boobing and weaving through people to find you BUT U SO SMALL AAAA- and he knew you’d probably be so uncomfortable rn the thought alone made him swing into action(hehe like Spider-Man)

🩹- yeah my guy was swinging around trying to find you which was a smart move as he spotted you kneeling down in a corner on your phone and he came to you faster than the speed of light

🩹- “Baby!” You turn around quickly when you hear him, but he’s already at your side. “Hey you ok??” You just clutch onto him for dear life while trying to regulate your breathing. You mention how you were gonna text him but there were just so many people and you almost felt like you couldn’t breath, you just needed a minute. “Hey heyyyy it’s ok muñequita, I gotcha now.” He tells you this while rubbing your back lightly. “How about we go somewhere else to eat?” You agree whole heartedly and the boi tape travels yall right out of there

Katsuki Bakugou~💥

💥- now the boom boom boi AINT HAVIN IT-

💥- he has seriously considered putting you on a leash or in one of those baby carriers cause-HOW CAN YOU BE THIS SMALL????

💥- so it rly doesn’t help when you two are walking around outside after spending the longest time convincing him to take you to this cafe, they have the BEST looking donuts Kats cmon!

💥- but to both your surprise the place was more popular than you thought and the crowd around it was stupid big, it pissed him off just as much as it made you cringe but you thought why not brave just a few seconds of human contact and order those donuts to go

💥- “Fine but you better not let go of my fucking hand!” Awe he loves you..in his own special way

💥- so y’all weave your way through to get inside, Bakugou complains about all the “fuckin extras!” Since most these people just seemed to be hanging around not even buying anything!

💥- you both finally made it inside or at least he thought you both did when he went to squeeze your hand and-OOP

💥- mans was about TO. KILL. WHERE ARE YOU????!!!! You already know he does not care, nudging people out of the way telling them to move not listening to how they protest. He was hyper focused on finding you especially when he remembered that you detest crowds

💥- he eventually did find you near an empty outside table he rushed over ready to yell your ear off, but he saw that you were breathing heavy and noticeably uncomy. Even this literally explosive man knows when to handle certain situations with delicacy and so he does.

💥- “Hey, you alright?” He says in a calmer tone, placing his hand on your shoulder. You flinch at first, but when you see that it’s him you soften. You tell him that you’re sorry and that you were about to text him but you just needed a minuet. “It’s fine, do you need some space or?” He asks you, but honestly you just kinda wanna head out now. He agrees and walks you out of there but this time his arm around your waist. “Listen, I’ll get you those donuts another time ok.” He mumbles. AWEEEEE Katsuki’s in loooove “But you better be holding onto me damn tight next time or I’m getting that fuckin leash!” Yep I spot a blush👀

Eijiro Kirishima~🪨

🪨- a fellow believer in putting your tiny self in some sort of carrying device or just carrying you himself, you try to tell him you’re not a baby “But you’re my baby🥺”

🪨- Gym day? Gym day. Let’s go to the gym babe! Whether you’re athletic or not he would definitely have you convinced to stay in shape or just join him on his workout days, of course he would show off for you either way so that meant pumping more iron💪

🪨- so y’all both get there talking it up on the way, but you did not expect the large crowd gathering in the main lobby. Apparently a pro hero was stopping by and they had a lot of fans that caught wind. Kiri didn’t rly feel like stopping to spectate though especially when he felt you tense up still holding his hand

🪨- “Don’t worry babe I gotcha.” He tells you with that adorable pointy toothed grin, so you smile back. Unfortunately you would have to brave the crowd in order to get into the main part of the gym so y’all do.

🪨- a lot of excuse me’s and awkward touches later and you both successfully made it through! Yep just Kiri and his peb-??????WHERES MY BABY?!?!?!?!????

🪨- he’s is FREAKING OUT, probably more than you are rn tbh. This man lunges back into the crowd being both polite as possible but still trying his hardest to find you, he knew he should’ve gotten that stroller but nOOOOO ThATS REdiCULoUs EIjI-WELL LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW!

🪨- he becomes more worried when he legit cannot find you and starts calling out your name, he makes it about halfway through the crowd when he looks over and sees you kneeling in a corner next to the lobby chairs. He books it to you, kinda not caring who he bumps into anymore.

🪨- “Pebble! Oh thank god!” You snap to look up at him between your pants. “Hey babyyyy you ok? Can you tell me what you need? Some space? Some air?” You nodded to all of the above and Kiri didn’t hesitate to pick you up bridal style right up out of there.

🪨- you tell him that your sorry yall had to leave. “Don’t be silly hun, if you needed to leave were leaving nothings more important to me than my baby.” He says that last part kissing you on the cheek. You suggest instead of the gym how about you both just take a nice jog today, guy was all smiles at the suggestion and yall had a lovely rest of your day trotting through the park

#CamiPosts #my hero academia #bnha #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima headcannons #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black!reader

[arrowflier]

heyyy ! so, could you write a fanfic where after the wedding gallavich svetlana comes back and she and ian become besties? I would love to see them go shopping and doing stuff together.

and i need to say i love everything you write, your account is pure serotonin

The knock on the door came early in the afternoon, when both of them were half asleep on the sofa trying and failing to watch the newest big action movie.

"You get it," Mickey groused from his position with his head on Ian's lap, burying his face against a broad, boxer-clad thigh. Ian didn't reply.

The knock came again, louder and more insistent, and he rolled so he could glare up into Ian's face. "You not fuckin' listenin', man?" he grumbled, snapping his fingers to get the other man's attention. "Get the damn door."

"Kinda hard with you on top of me, Mick," Ian replied easily, barely lifting his own head from the hand propping it up from the side of the sofa. Ian grinned when Mickey cursed, and swatted at his back when Mickey finally gave in a rolled to his feet.

"Yeah yeah, I'm comin'!" Mickey yelled when the knocks just kept coming, stumbling toward the front door and rubbing his tired eyes.

"If it's that new fuckin' neighbor again, I'm gonna kill her this time," he muttered just loud enough to hear, smirking at Ian's sharp laughter as he threw open the heavy wooden door of the apartment.

"What's with all the--" he started, then trailed off when he saw who it was.

"Racket?" he finished in a whisper. Because there, right in front of him, outside his safehouse that he happily shared with his husband away from their families and their pasts, was the second-greatest reason he almost never got to have any of it.

The whore had come home.

They stood there watching each other warily until Ian came up behind him, peering past him to see who was in the doorway. The hand he casually placed on Mickey's hip tightened when he registered what he was seeing.

"What..." he mumbled, taking the door out of Mickey's frozen hand to open it wider. "Svet?" he questioned disbelievingly when it only showed her more clearly.

"Hello orange boy," Svetlana greeted, not unkindly, before turning her gaze back to Mickey. "Worthless ex-husband," she said more flatly. "We must talk."

--

A week later, Ian reassured Mickey one more time before leaving for the evening.

"This is good, Mickey," he promised, coming up behind his husband where he was 'not primping, that's gay Gallagher' in front of the hallway mirror.

He wrapped his arms around Mickey from behind, and pretended not to notice the way Mickey breathed out heavily and leaned back into him. Instead, he just stroked a hand over the line of buttons on Mickey's shirt, and pressed a kiss to the back of his head.

"You're just gonna spend some time with him," Ian murmured. "Get to know him a little bit, yeah?"

Mickey didn't say anything, but Ian didn't bother to fill the silence. He knew his husband better than that.

"What if he doesn't like what he learns?" Mickey finally asked, voice hushed. "About me, I mean."

Ian spun him around so he could look directly into his eyes, wide and faintly wet.

"He will," Ian said simply. "But if he doesn't, well." He shrugged. "I guess Svet kills both of us."

That got a choked laugh out of Mickey, and then they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

For the second time in a week, Mickey went to answer it.

This time, it opened not just to Svetlana, standing there in a fashionable dress and a stern expression on her tastefully painted face, but to a young boy with a head of wispy blonde hair and two familiar, ice-blue eyes.

"Hi Yevgeny," Mickey managed, voice little more than a croak.

The boy gazed up at him solemnly, silently. Then his lips quirked up as he said, "Hi dad."

--

"You think this is good idea, orange boy?" Svetlana asked Ian as they left the building a few minutes later. "Ex-husband was never good with child."

Ian shook his head as he held open the door for her, following her out onto the street.

"I wish you'd stop calling him that," he told her. "He's my husband now, after all."

He glanced at her as he said it, and was surprised to see the barest glimpse of a soft smile on her face before it dropped away again.

"Yes," Svetlana admitted. "What he always wanted."

Ian couldn't suppress his own grin.

They walk in silence toward the shopping center down the street, Svetlana's fancy heels clicking on the pavement as Ian own worn shoes scuff along beside her.

"He's changed a lot, you know," he offered abruptly as they waited for streetlight to change at the corner. "Since you knew him."

Svetlana eyed him until the signal changed, then took off across the street.

"I know this," she tossed out over her shoulder. "Or Yevgeny would not be here, desire to know father or not."

Ian could respect that. He jogged to catch up, halting with Svetlana when she stopped in front of a storefront.

He looked up at the sign, confused. "What are we doing here?" he asked. "Thought we were grabbing a bite while Mick bonds with the kid."

"We will eat," Svetlana promised. "But first, I shop." She took a moment to look Ian up and down, a calculating glint in her eye, then smiled almost predatorily.

"You shop too," she decided. "Give my--your husband nice thing to look at."

Ian flushed as she turned and entered the store. He stood awkwardly outside, eyeing the display, until a woman walking by in the other direction gave him a disgusted look. Then he shook off his nerves, and followed Svetlana into the lingerie store.

--

"I cannot believe you bought!" Svetlana giggled as the climbed the stairs to the apartment two hours later. "Sales lady could not believe either!"

Ian snorted, a small bag swinging from his hand as they exited the stairwell. "What she couldn't believe was how good it looked," he boasted. "Did you see the way she kept looking at me?"

He unlocked the door as he said that last bit, and it opened to reveal Mickey's scowling face.

"The way who looked at you?" he asked immediately, and it sent Ian and Svetlana into a whole new chorus of giggles.

They only quieted when Yev's voice came from further into the apartment.

"Daddy," the boy called, "is that them? Are they back?"

Mickey coughed, rubbing his mouth as his ears turned red at the moniker.

"Uh, yeah kid," he answered gruffly.

"Did you ask them yet?"

Mickey rolled his eyes.

"No, not yet, let them get in the fuckin' door first." He sounded annoyed, but Ian could see that he was flustered.

"Language," Svetlana admonished as she pushed past into the entry. Ian offered Mickey a smile and a quick kiss as he followed, tossing his bag on the little table by the door. He shook his head when Mickey looked at it with a raised eyebrow, and mouthed later.

"Ask us what?" Svetlana got right to it.

"Uh," Mickey tried to start, but didn't get a chance when Yevgeny came barreling in from the living room.

"Momma!" he squealed, latching himself onto her leg. "Daddy says he was gonna watch a movie with Ian, can we stay? Can we?"

Svetlana dropped a hand to his head, smoothing through blond curls. She looked at Mickey, who was clearly nervous, rubbing his neck and trying not to meet her eyes. She looked at Ian, who was trying not to show how much it meant to hear Yev refer to him by name, like he remembered who he was.

Then she looked at Yev, happy and free, with no knowledge of the ever-present trauma between the adults of the room, just staring up at them all with his heart in his eyes.

"Yes," she answered. "Yes, I think we can."

#i should be writing for gallavich week #i have nothing and intend to post every day #yikes #but this is easier so... #daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey gallagher #svetlana yevgenivna #mention of yevgeny #oh also thank you I'm glad you're enjoying!

[dekuskacchan]

the brightest light is you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28681833

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Hi friends!! This fic is a secret santa gift for my love @lonely-rabbit (you should totally follow her) and our lovely fambly. The prompts were “First Christmas,” and “Proposals.” I hope you like it! <3

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December 10th

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Katsuki saw the sign to the pet store before Izuku did, and immediately knew he was in trouble. Why is there a pet store inside a fucking strip mall?

“Kacchan, look!” Izuku pointed at a baby, chocolate colored bunny, sleeping in an enclosure on display in the front window.

“Absolutely not.”

“But look how cute she is!” Izuku pouted.

“Deku, we already have a cat.”

“Yeah, so she’d have a friend!”

“No, she’d get fucking eaten.”

“Chip would never, she’s too polite.”

“She’s a fucking demon!” Katsuki snapped.

“Pleeeease, Kacchan? She needs a home, and it’s just in time for Christmas,” Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s middle, staring up at him.

Katsuki averted his gaze and gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't resist Izuku's pleading eyes.

“No. Don’t give me that fucking look.”

To Katsuki’s surprise, Izuku just laughed and released his hold on him.

“Fine, fine, you’re right,” Izuku sighed dramatically, “let’s go before I get too attached. I’m hungry, anyway.”

Katsuki watched as he walked away, considering for a moment.

“God fucking dammit,” Katsuki muttered, pulling out his phone to snap a picture before Izuku noticed.

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December 18th

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“Look at these, Kacchan!” Katsuki looked up from an outrageously priced scarf to see Izuku holding the most hideous sweaters he had ever seen. They were bright red, each decorated with a matching design that, when held together, formed a Christmas tree that was adorned with real tinsel, glitter, and colored pom-pom ornaments.

“Fuck no,” Katsuki spat, and Izuku burst into laughter.

“Why not? They’re perfect,”

“No way in hell you’re getting me to wear that shit,” Katsuki snapped.

“I can think of a few ways,” Izuku winked. Katsuki sputtered, pink dusting his cheeks.

“C’mon, Kacchan, it’s Christmas! We have to get ugly sweaters.”

It was their first Christmas together since buying their new house, and Izuku had insisted on decorating accordingly. Apparently that also included embarrassing the hell out of Katsuki.

“I don’t have to do shit.”

“Please?” Izuku pouted his lip.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

“Fine,” he growled, while Izuku cheered and tossed the sweaters into the shopping cart.

“Oh, we could get matching Santa h-”

“Don’t even fucking think about it, Deku,” Katsuki pushed the cart forward, swiftly exiting the clothing section of the store as Izuku giggled behind him.

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It had been at least 30 minutes since Katsuki had seen Izuku. Where the fuck had he gone? This shop was too small to get lost in. He had checked all the aisles twice, but Izuku was nowhere to be found.

“Goddammit, every time,” Katsuki muttered, pulling out his phone to call again.

“Oh, Kacchan! There you are!” Katsuki jumped as a mop of green curls popped up from behind a giant red bin. How had he missed that?

“Jesus, Deku! You scared the shit out of me. How long have you fucking been there?,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Way too long. I’m trying to pick out lights, come help me,”

Katsuki sighed as he approached and took in the sight before him.

Izuku was muttering incomprehensibly to himself as he knelt amongst a messy pile of packages, each containing string lights of different sizes, shapes and colors.

“Those white ones in the big box,” Katsuki pointed, interrupting Izuku’s train of thought, “they’ll match the walls and the trim on the house."

Izuku looked up at Katsuki and beamed.

“You’re so smart.”

“Damn right,” Katsuki grinned, “and we’re getting a shit ton. We’re gonna have the best fucking house in the neighborhood," he pulled five boxes of lights from the bin, tossing them into the cart.

“Okay, Kacchan,” Izuku laughed as he cleaned up his mess.

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Their shopping cart was practically overflowing with decorations now, but Izuku didn’t seem to notice, excitedly pulling Katsuki all over the store.

“We already have three of these, nerd,” Katsuki watched as Izuku pondered over a vast selection of snowglobes.

“Yes, but not little ones! We could put these all over the house,” Izuku turned to face Katsuki, holding up a miniature globe with Dynamight’s signature gauntlets inside. Katsuki sighed and draped an arm around Izuku’s shoulder, knowing his mind was already made up.

“Could give this one to your mom,” Katsuki pointed to one that was large, green and orange, with “Wonder Duo” engraved on the front. Inside were little statues of Dynamight and Deku, posed dramatically in battle.

“She likes-,” Katsuki paused, abruptly letting go of Izuku and all but sprinting away, disappearing behind a shelving unit.

“Kacchan what’s-,” Izuku called, startled. He gasped when Katsuki returned with a box three times his size.

It was a giant, twelve foot tall statue of a Yeti wielding a staff. Katsuki poked his head around the side, grinning wickedly in delight.

“Kacchan, where would we even put that?” Izuku stared in disbelief.

“We’ll make room,” Katsuki grunted.

“Make room where?”

“We can put it next to the fireplace.”

“Kacchan, that’s where the stairs are.”

“Fuck the stairs.”

“That thing is taller than our ceiling,” Izuku stifled a laugh as Katsuki struggled to balance the weight of the box.

“Then we’ll put it outside,” Katsuki huffed in frustration.

“I don’t think our neighbors would like that, it’s scary.”

“Fuck the neighbors, this is badass.”

Izuku was laughing in earnest now, tears coming into his eyes.

“I can’t get a bunny, but you can get a giant monster?”

“This is way cooler than a fucking bunny.”

“I’m blaming you if we get in trouble with the landlord.”

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December 20th

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“That’s not food, Chip!” Izuku cried. “Let go!”

Katsuki snickered, slicing vegetables to add to a pot of bubbling curry while Izuku struggled to protect the tree from their cat.

“Shit!”

A resounding thud came from the living room, and Katsuki sighed as he dumped the ingredients into the pot.

“I need help here!” Izuku called desperately as Katsuki entered the room.

Izuku was on the floor, becoming increasingly tangled in ropes of tinsel as Chip rolled in it like she’d struck gold.

“I give up Kacchan, she won’t let- stop laughing! Can you grab her please? She keeps nibbling me” Izuku scowled.

Struggling not to choke on laughter, Katsuki whistled, quickly catching Chip’s attention.

“C’mere, you little shit, I’ve got something that tastes better than Deku,” Katsuki kneeled, dangling a piece of chicken in front of him. The tabby sprinted to him and happily devoured her prize.

“Dumb fucking cat,” he muttered under his breath.

“She likes you more than me,” Izuku chuckled, untangling himself from his tinsel prison to finish wrapping it around the tree.

“Course she does. She only likes the best,” Katsuki grinned, scratching Chip's chin as she purred and rubbed against his knee.

“There,” Izuku stood back to admire his handiwork, “I think it just needs the star now.”

“Can you even reach, shortstack?” Katsuki teased, watching Izuku struggle on his tiptoes.

“Of-” Izuku grunted,” of course I can.”

Wordlessly, Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku’s middle, lifting him up with ease to place the silver star atop the tree.

“It looks good, right?” Izuku grinned as Katsuki lowered him back down, still hugging him from behind.

“Yeah. Nice work, nerd,”

“Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Hm.”

“Christmas is gonna be great,” Izuku whispered.

“Be more fun if we just stayed home,” Katsuki grumbled into Izuku’s neck.

“That could be fun,” Izuku laughed, turning in Katsuki’s arm to hug him properly, “but it’ll be good to see our parents. It’s been over a month.”

“Tch. I guess,”

“Thanks for making dinner, Kacchan,” Izuku squeezed him tight and tilted his head up for a kiss.

“It’s gonna fucking burn if you don’t let go of me,” Katsuki murmured against his lips, but kissed him back.

“Hmm. That’s fine,”

Katsuki snorted.

“Hey, I think the demon spawn is ready for round two,” he nodded at the sneaky cat, who was quietly approaching the tree again.

“Dammit,” Izuku whipped around, tearing out of Katsuki’s arms, “Chip, stay out of there!”

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December 25th

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Katsuki woke to soft lips on his forehead

“Good morning, Kacchan,” Izuku whispered in his ear.

“ ‘S too fuckin early, Deku,” Katsuki groaned, eyes still closed.

“It’s almost 10.”

“I said what I said.”

Izuku yelped in surprise as Katsuki grabbed his waist and unceremoniously tugged him down onto the bed.

“Kacchan, it’s Christmas,” Izuku laughed, snuggling into his side, despite himself, “we’re supposed to be at your parents house in three hours.”

“Mmm, fuck’m,” Katsuki grumbled.

“I have coffee brewing,”

Katsuki’s ears perked up, the scent suddenly filling his nose. Sighing, he stretched his free arm above his head and cracked his eyes open to see Izuku smiling at him, wearing that atrocious sweater he’d picked out. Katsuki tucked a stray curl behind his ear.

Too cute for his own damn good.

“Come on, Kacchan, I made breakfast too,” Izuku pulled Katsuki by the arm as he sat up.

“You made breakfast?” Katsuki was dubious as he slid his glasses up his nose.

“Yep. My specialty,”

“Canned cinnamon rolls?”

“Canned cinnamon rolls.”

“....fuck yeah.”

Katsuki had long since accepted his role as the chef in their relationship, because Izuku couldn’t cook to save his fucking life, but canned pastries were a guilty pleasure he knew he’d never shake.

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It was a peaceful morning. The sun peeked through the curtains, bathing the room in warm, golden hues as they sat by the fire, Chip asleep on the couch between them.

“Hey, nerd, go open your present,” Katsuki nudged Izuku, who had begun to doze on his shoulder.

“Hm?” Izuku yawned, stretching his arms, “oh, okay!"

“It’s that red one,” Katsuki pointed to the largest package under the tree. Izuku eyed him curiously before crawling to open the gift, excitedly ripping through the paper and tape to reveal...

Another box, wrapped in different paper.

Izuku raised both eyebrows at him in confusion and Katsuki grinned.

“What, you don’t like it?” he mocked offense, as Izuku narrowed his eyes, “I’m just fucking with you. Keep going.”

Katsuki chuckled and quietly slipped out of the room while Izuku’s attention was occupied.

“Kacchan, this is so unnecessary,” Izuku groaned, as he pulled out yet a third box.

“Maybe I’ll just take it back, then,” Katsuki declared loudly as he re-entered the room, startling an oblivious Izuku.

“Kacchan, when did-” Izuku gasped. Katsuki was leaning against the wall with a smirk, holding a familiar small, chocolate brown bunny in his arms.

“I had Shitty Hair get her after we left the mall,”

“She’s been here for two weeks?!” Izuku cried in disbelief.

“You think I took care of her on my own? Fuck no,” Katsuki grumbled, meeting Izuku halfway and carefully passing him the rabbit, “had your mom keep her. Picked her up last night while you were asleep.”

“I love her,” Izuku smiled, burying his face in Katsuki's chest, “thank you, Kacchan."

Katsuki sighed, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his hair.

“I just knew you’d never shut the fuck up about it."

“Did you introduce her to Chip yet?”

“Yeah. She couldn’t fucking care less.”

Izuku laughed, kissing the bunny's soft head.

“I told you they’d be friends,”

“Yeah. Friends," Katsuki rolled his eyes, "go sit, there's one more,"

Izuku smirked as he watched Katsuki stumble over the ruins of his prank to retrieve the gift.

“There’d better not be another box in there, Kacchan,” Izuku warned, warily taking the package.

“Just open it, dumbass,” Katsuki barked a laugh and joined him on the couch.

Izuku pulled the lid off the long box and stared. Inside was a tall, holographic photo frame filled with drawings Izuku and Katsuki made as children. When tilted to the side, the images changed to reveal photographs of the pair as Pro Heroes.

“Kacchan, you- you kept these?”

Katsuki shrugged.

“They were too badass to throw away,”

“Kacchan-” tears welled up in Izuku’s eyes again, “it’s perfect. You big softie.”

“Tch. I’m not the one crying,” Katsuki wiped the tears as they rolled down his cheeks.

Izuku laughed again.

“But you know I’m right. My turn now?”

Izuku didn't wait for his response, clambering over the sea of boxes for the present without putting his furry new friend down.

“Here!”

It was surprisingly heavy, and topped with a comically large bow.

“Shit, Deku, you put bricks in here?”

“Just open it, Kacchan,” Izuku watched him with excitement in his eyes.

Katsuki ripped the package open to reveal a thick, leather bound scrapbook, with Dynamight’s signature X on the front. The inside cover read, in handwriting Katsuki immediately recognized as Izuku’s,“The Legacy of Dynamight.”

His eyes widened as he flipped through the book of memories.

There were journal articles of him in action. Newspaper headings; “Pro Hero Dynamight makes his big debut!” and “Pro hero Dynamight saves Musutafu Children’s Hospital!

Then came the letters glued to the parchment paper, comprising the majority of the book. Katsuki’s mouth fell open as he read words, handwritten, that he’d never seen before.

There were letters from citizens that had watched him take down terrifying enemies, praising him for his good deeds. Letters from people he’d saved, grateful for the chance to see their families again.

Letters from sick children he’d visited in the hospital telling him how awesome he was, several thanking him for giving them the encouragement to keep fighting.

And finally, there were multiple pages filled with artwork. Most were children’s doodles of Dynamight in action and Dynamight saving the day, but there were also several beautifully drawn and painted portraits.

The remaining pages were blank, waiting to be filled.

Izuku had written on the inside back cover:

This is a book of memories, of growth, of victory, and salvation.

If you are so fortunate to see this, know you are reading a testament to the strongest person this world has ever known.

The fiercest hero and most loyal partner, who always wins and always saves.

The legacy of Katsuki Bakugou, Pro Hero Dynamight.

At the bottom, Izuku had doodled several explosions and grenades, and Katsuki grinned.

“I sent a letter to the World Hero Association Journals, asking people to send in their thoughts about Pro Hero Dynamight. There were so many! Those kids were full of stories. They think you’re really cool. And we can fill the rest of it with new memories, too," Izuku said softly, smiling at him.

Katsuki tried to speak, but nothing came out. He was speechless as he stared at Izuku.

“I just want you to know how proud of you I am. How proud everyone is. You’re amazing, Kacchan," Izuku was looking at him with those big, knowing eyes, and picked up an envelope Katsuki hadn't noticed at the bottom of the box.

“Open the last one.”

It was a page full of more doodles from when they were kids, and potential hero names they’d created. At the bottom read “Dynamight” in uneven, capital letters.

“We had the same idea,” Izuku laughed.

“Deku, I-” Katsuki stuttered, still unable to find the right words.

“I know.”

Did he know? Could he possibly know how much this fucking meant? How much he meant?

They both startled as Chip dove into the pile of wrapping paper on the ground, ripping it to shreds.

“Oh-wait, come back!” Izuku reached for his bunny as she leapt from his lap to explore the wreckage, but Katsuki grabbed his chin and pulled him back.

“I love you,” Katsuki said firmly, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

It felt like hours, but Katsuki knew it had only been minutes when Izuku pulled back.

“Kacchan,” he was breathless as Katsuki’s lips trailed down his chin, “I don’t know where she went.”

“She’s fine,”

“But-”

“She’s fine.” Katsuki growled, silencing Izuku’s burst of laughter with another kiss.

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“It’s fuckin’ cold, Deku, let’s just take the car,” Katsuki complained, rubbing his hands together to warm them.

“It’s not that cold, Kacchan. And look how pretty it is!” Izuku insisted.

Thin flecks of snow fell from the sky, disappearing into the fluff that already coated the neighborhood. Water dripped slowly from the tree branches as the snow began to melt in the sunlight. The air smelled of evergreen, crisp and cold enough that they could see their own breath.

“Besides, it’s not that far of a walk. Come on, we’re already running late,” Izuku hauled a bag of gifts over one arm, reaching for Katsuki’s hand with the other.

“Our house is the most badass,” Katsuki grinned, looking up at his prized statue. The giant took up half of their front yard, it's long shadow peering over their roof.

“Kacchan, that thing is an eyesore,” Izuku grimaced.

“Shut up. It’s cool as fuck as you know it."

Izuku laughed and shook his head.

“Do you think they’ll be alright without us?” Izuku worried as they walked, thinking of the animals they’d left at home.

“Who knows. Maybe the demon spawn will have eaten that fluff ball by the time we get home,” Katsuki teased.

“Kacchan! That’s not reassuring,”

“You asked,” Katsuki smirked, interlacing his fingers with Izuku’s, “they’ll be fine. They’re fucking animals. And she’s in her pen.”

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The walk was short, but still longer than Katsuki cared for in the cold.

“Oh, mom’s already here!” Izuku pointed to the small, blue car parked in front of the Bakugou household.

The house was huge, decked top to bottom in red and green lights that matched the trees in the yard.

“Hope the old hag hasn’t eaten her alive yet,” Katsuki mused.

“Kacchan, that’s not very nice,” Izuku playful shoved him, “we’d better not keep them waiting,”

They were greeted at the door by Inko Midoriya’s warm, smiling face.

“Merry Christmas boys!” She squealed, pulling them both in for a tight hug.

“Merry Christmas, mom,” Izuku grinned, wrapping his arms around her. Katsuki hummed, loosely returning the embrace.

It was pleasantly warm inside, and smelled of cinnamon and vanilla.

“Oh, those are so cute!” Inko exclaimed as they discarded their coats, pointing to the abhorrent sweaters Izuku had insisted they wear, much to Katsuki’s chagrin.

Katsuki groaned as Inko poked at the ridiculous pom poms on his chest.

Deku’s lucky he’s so fucking cute.

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Katsuki had just finished bickering with Mitsuki when he overheard Izuku and Inko talking in the next room. He paused, leaning against the wall to listen unnoticed.

“I can’t believe you kept Nibbles a secret!”

Nibbles? Where the fuck did that name come from?

“It wasn’t easy, I was so excited! But I was more than happy to help. She’s very well behaved,”

“She is,” Izuku laughed, “thank you for taking care of her, mom.”

“Of course, dear. Katsuki came to check on us almost every day.”

Katsuki flushed as the pair laughed.

“What did he think of the scrapbook?” Inko asked excitedly.

“He liked it, I think. He was quiet, which is Kacchan for “thank you."

Inko was laughing again.

“I think it was a great idea, honey, it's very thoughtful."

“I’m just...really proud of him, y’know? He’s come so far. I don’t think words are enough,” Izuku was sniffling now, “gah, I'm sorry mom, I don’t mean to be so mushy.”

“Don’t apologize. You get it from me,” Inko chuckled, the emotion clear in her voice too, “did you like your other gift?”

“I love it, it’s so perfect. Did you know about that, too?”

“He asked me if I thought you’d like it. I said yes, of course,” Inko paused, “he really loves you, honey.”

“I know. “

Katsuki flushed deeper, leaning quietly against the wall.

Did he know?

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The rest of the day passed in a blur. Inko cried in appreciation for the snowglobe Katsuki had picked out, and locket they’d customized with a photo of the three of them. Mitsuki and Masaru enjoyed the cheesy as fuck digital photo frame Izuku had insisted on, with less teasing from Mitsuki than Katsuki had expected.

Everyone was delighted to see All Might when he stopped by to visit in the afternoon, but Katsuki barely even noticed him. In the crowded room, all he saw was Izuku.

Izuku, who had saved him so many times, in more than one sense of the word. Izuku, who had rooted for him his whole life, the only person who had never stopped truly believing in him, who had reminded him of his true purpose.

Izuku, who had never expected more of him than he had to give, but encouraged him endlessly to reach new heights.

Izuku, who was currently asleep in his lap, wrapped in his new blanket hoodie.

Izuku.

“Can i sit with you, dear?”

Katsuki was interrupted from his reverie by Inko’s soft voice.

“Sure,” he murmured, scooting over as best he could without waking the sleeping lump.

“Thank you for the gifts, they were very thoughtful.”

“Was Deku’s idea,” Katsuki lied. Inko laughed.

“Sure."

They sat together in a calming silence for a while, watching the flames crackle in the fireplace.

Katsuki was frequently comforted by Inko’s presence. She was a beacon of light, always warm and wise. He thought she was about to speak, but she was interrupted by Izuku’s sudden snores.

“He’s loud even in his fucking sleep,” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

Inko chuckled, running a hand through her son’s hair.

“It adds to his natural charm,”

“Yeah, it’s real charming waking up to the sound of a fog horn in the middle of the night,” Katsuki grumbled, earning another musical laugh.

“You know, I don’t think I ever congratulated you on your new home,” Inko hummed.

“ S’just a house."

“Of course it is,” Inko smiled knowingly and patted his arm, “I’m very proud of you both.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, before squeezing her hand.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

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It was dark when they finally bid their farewells, and considerably colder outside.

“Drive safe, mom!” Izuku waved as Katsuki helped her into her car and shut the door.

“Let’s cut through the plaza on the way home, Kacchan, I want to see the lights,"

“That’s ten fucking minutes out of the way, Deku,” Katsuki growled.

“It’s our last chance to see before it gets taken down! It’ll be fun,” Izuku pleaded, hugging Katsuki’s arm.

“Tch. You’d better fucking walk fast."

Izuku grinned in victory as they left.

“Today was a nice day. I didn’t expect All Might to actually come by, since he’s so busy. It was good to see him,” Izuku thought aloud.

“Woulda been pissed if he didn’t,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Did you invite him, too?” Izuku looked at him in surprise as he shrugged, “that’s really nice, Kacchan,” he smiled, leaning his head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

“I guess.”

They hadn’t been walking long when the light show came into view. Izuku gasped, releasing Katsuki’s arm as he stared.

Silver and gold arches stretched across the narrow street, wrapped in bright, white lights. The roofs of the buildings were covered in brightly colored stars that illuminated the sparkling snow, and the lamp posts were decorated like candy canes. A large statue of silver bells sat in the green field at the center of the plaza.

Katsuki had to admit, it wasn’t all that unpleasant to look at.

Izuku was fucking loving it. Katsuki watched as he stood under an arch, beaming in delight as he admired the view.

Does he know? Katsuki thought back on the events of the day. Does he really know?

“Kacchan, come look,” Izuku called to him.

Katsuki was still lost in thought as he approached, and Izuku paused, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Are you o-,” Izuku startled as Katsuki’s hands came to cradle his face.

There were so many things left unsaid, things he’d wanted to say but didn’t know how. Katsuki had always been better with actions than words, and Izuku had always accepted that. He accepted and loved him as he was without a second fucking thought.

“The strongest person this world has ever known.”

Izuku made him stronger.

“The legacy of Dynamight.”

Staring into eyes that were as soft as the falling snow, Katsuki decided he knew.

“Izuku,” Katsuki murmured, looking him straight in the eyes.

Every moment had led to this.

“Kacchan?” Izuku breathed.

The legacy he cared for most was the one he’d forged with Izuku.

“Marry me.”

Izuku’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Listen, I’m- I’m not good at this sappy shit. I don’t know what to fucking say. But-” Katsuki released he didn’t realize he’d been holding as Izuku’s palm brushed his cheek, “the world is a fucking shitty place. But it’s less shitty with you. And I don’t want anyone else by my side. So marry me,” Katsuki voice softened, “Please."

It wasn’t exactly the most romantic of proposals, and there wasn’t a ring, but Izuku didn’t seem to mind.

“Okay,” he whispered. A breathtaking smile spread across his face that put all the fucking lights in the world to shame.

Katsuki met Izuku halfway, lips colliding in a passionate kiss.

The world could be ending for all Katsuki knew, and he couldn’t fucking care less.

Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck, murmuring I love you against his lips, over and over again as he deepened the kiss, and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered except for this fucking moment as they melted into each other, ignoring the world around them.

Just as their tongues brushed, Izuku pulled back, resting their foreheads together.

“We should-,” Izuku breathed with swollen lips, “should we go home?”

Reluctantly, Katsuki lifted his head and nodded.

“Yeah.”

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It was past midnight when Katsuki woke. They had fallen asleep on the couch, Izuku curled into his side with Nibbles, with Chip resting at their feet. He watched the shadows from the fireplace dancing on the wall, the room gradually becoming dimmer as the flames died out.

Izuku stirred in his sleep, tilting his head up to look at Katsuki with a blissful smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas, Kacchan.”

Katsuki pulled him closer.

“Merry Christmas, Deku.”

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A/N: thank you for reading!!!!! this is the first fic i’ve ever posted so im super nervous lmao. 

also: the italic lines are supposed to be Katsuki’s thoughts, I wasn’t sure if that was totally clear lmao

also!! big shoutout to @jekacatrina and @thatpinkbetch who helped me with the idea for kacchan’s present and also for the encouragement!!! (best parents ever)

#much love for my bunbun i hope you like! #and my fambly! #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #katsudeku #fambly #birdie writes #my fic #its sfw but it gets a lil steamy just a heads up if that's not your cup of tea #how the fuck do you write a kiss?? i sure as hell dont know #anywho #thanks yall!

[moekaneko]

Things from fear street part 1 that confuse me: (unfortunately some points are missing cause Tumblr closed on me and I didn't save so I lost some good stuff from a good chunk of the movie :( fuckin Tumblr)

How do all the books fall off the shelves? Is dude using telekinesis?

Why is Ryan messing with Heather? All the killers are later shown to just straight up kill people, no hesitation, so why is Ryan doing all these games? He was literally stood right behind her at one point.

Why doesn't heather just leave the mall when he first scares her in the book store? Or leave when she sets up the doll in the booth trap? He wouldn't have known.

Why was nick Goode at the mall? I mean I know he knew the whole Ryan thing was gonna happen but he's the sheriff of Sunnyvale? Wasn't he there? If so, how'd he get there that fast?

Why is sunnyvale free of crime? I mean I get the whole all the killers are in shadyside and stuff but that doesn't mean that sunnyvale should be completely void of crime for any reason.

There are multiple people in the chatroom josh is in, so why is it ever just him and that queen girl talking. Is it different time zones? If so do they never comment on the conversations about Sarah and stuff?

If Sarah didn't have a hand when she was hung, and she lost it when only Solomon was there, why do they think she cut it off? Is it common for witches? Plus, they couldn't have known where she cut it off unless they found it but surely they would've moved it if they had, but they didn't. How'd they know?

Not a question, I just like the whole sam being the girl thing. Because the name Sam can't be argued to be a certain gender so it was so clever to have it so hard to tell which one is Sam at first. I think it's super cool.

Why did Peter seem so scared by Sam leaving? If someone found out what really happened, wouldn't the shadysiders be the ones in trouble for causing them to crash?

Again, why was nick at the damn crash? He is fucking everywhere. Also, he tries to blame it on Deena messing around because he wants it to be the shadysider's fault because Sunnyvale is so perfect and I just find that a dick move.

Also the few seconds after peter hugs Deena to stop nick from being suspicious and Nick just sort of blinks with a blank look on his face just like; "what."

Why did Ryan just ring Deena's doorbell? Why is he the only one who messes around with them. Also, what would he have done once he got it the house? I mean, he wouldn't have killed Deena or josh because it was sam's blood he was attracted to and the blood was on her shoes. Would he have just sniffed it like he did Simons shirt?

How'd Ryan run out of the room so quick after Kate and Simon saw him? Especially with all those clothes piles around, I would fallen over at least 5 times.

Why do they think peter travelled half an hour and then moved around multiple houses in a grim reaper costume with a knife just for a prank?

How come it looks as if Ryan came from behind Kate in the hospital after Sam and Deena, yet 1. Simon is wearing a shirt with sam's blood and 2. In the next shot there is no hallway behind Kate so and they were ahead of him while running so where'd he go?

Why did Ryan kill the receptionist? Why is he the only one who seems to be self aware?

Why, if Nick is the sheriff of Sunnyvale, is he stationed in the closest police station to the hospital which is most likely the shadyside station?

How did no one but Josh know about the other killers like ruby? I mean Kate knows about Nightwing but no others. The legend of Sarah fier is super popular and so is the fact she possessed a bunch of people so how do they not know about them?

How and why did someone draw a picture of pastor Cyrus Miller? Who the fuck saw him and the children and went, "hmm, I could make a good bit o' moolah from this one. Lemme draw it boi."

How come Ryan happily went after the workers in the hospital but tommy completely ignored josh? How come they kill people who get in their way even if they have no connection to Sam?

In that scene where josh and Kate kiss josh looks like he's on a stool and then when they leave the bathroom josh looks so much smaller

I like how Simon is employee of the month every month in grab and bag. Is he the only worker or smth

But like imagine the killers gossiping between kills: Tommy- ‘oh shit, they’re all fucking in there!’

Ruby - ‘Billy cover your ears’

Milkman ‘he’s killed people, I think he’ll be fine’

Ryan- ‘shut it Hannibal Lecter’

Why did tommy react to Josh stabbing his hand? Jeez movie, is it gonna hurt when the killers get injured or nah?

Sam let's Deena know she's gonna sacrifice herself, puts her forehead against hers and Deena only reacts when Sam actually leaves? That's some bullshit Love if I've ever known it.

I was sat here thinking, 'I may be slow, but at least I'm faster than those killer guys, right?' but HOLY FUCKING HELL FILLED WITH CRACKERS WHY IS SKULL MASK SO DAMN FAST?!

AND TOMMYS FUCKING LIGHTING LIKE IM GONNA BE SCREWED. Except for when he was walking to Sam in the hallway, boy was doing his sassy business walk. He wanted to look ✨ stylish ✨My man said, murder, but make it ✨classy ✨

Why is the bread on the floor? I don't want my sourdough on that stank ass floor.

In the first movie, Kate's full head goes through the slice, so how come in the last movie, only a quarter of her head is missing?

✨ cake face is a statement ✨

Also, 🔥 B O N F I R E 🔥

I get you're desperate but, a lobster tank? A FUCKING LOBSTER TANK?! BE AT LEAST A BIT MORE CLASSY MY DUDES IT'S WEDNESDAY

Plus, the excuse, "fell on some glass", there was literally NO BROKEN GLASS WHY AND HOW DID THE POLICE BUY THAT?!

What was Deena's voice when she said "Sam isn't feeling like herself"?

I wanna know how Deena managed to tie up dam with a FUCKING TELEPHONE CORD.

Tumblr, I don't want post plus, I want it to save your post to your drafts if you accidentally close the Tumblr tab without saving.

#fear street #fear street part 1: 1994 #deena johnson #fear street deena #sam fear street #sam fraser #kate schmidt #kate fear street #simon fear street #simon kalivoda

[terrifictomholland]

Bound to you - TH x reader x HO

This is a beast and very very filthy. Please don’t read this if you are a minor.

Warnings: smut! oral sex (female and male) multiple orgasms, vibrators, dirty talk/derogatory language (occasional slut made it’s way into this) - it’s really just gratitious amounts of smut and sex really!

word count: Just shy over 4K 

a/n - this is +18!  Also I just wanted to really quickly say that this isn’t something that comes from just myself, ideas and inspirations for this have come from a select few people. I hope they know that they mean very, very much to me and that this fic wouldn’t be what it is without them. 

This was the prompt that prompted this: harisson absolutely destroying my pussy giving me the fuck of my life while my boyfriend tom is sat in a chair in the corner forced to get off using his hand and nothing else. 

without further ado! Please enjoy! 

I’ve got a guest for you princess,” Tom cooed at you as your eyes drifted toward Harrison entering your bedroom. Your throat went dry as your eyes darted between Tom’s and Harrison’s.

“W-what’s this?” You gulped as you tugged on your arms that were restrained against the bed frame.

“You gonna show me how good you can be?” Harrison’s low timbre broke through the room and you felt the bed dip as he sat down on it. His hand lightly caressing your inner thigh, teasing. You squeezed your legs together as his fingers danced all over them, almost brushing over your aching pussy but never quite. You knew from his touch that you were in for one hell of a night which hadn’t even begun yet.

Your eyes moved to Tom, who gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile, giving you all the permission you needed. “I’ll be so good for you Haz,” The words tumbled from your lips like a prayer. His eyes flashed as a devilish smirk crossed his face.

“Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you until begging me to stop - keep you cumming til’ you’re nothing but a cum-drunk slut for me?” Your throat went dry and you felt the wetness pool in your core hearing his promise and you found yourself eagerly nodding your head. 

Harrison’s gaze moved over to Tom, “First.. I’m gonna have to do something about that,” He pointed towards Tom and you bit your lip hearing the tiny squeak that Tom let out.

“Chair,” Harrison demanded with the flick of his wrist and Tom quickly obliged. Sitting down prettily on the chair in the corner of the room awaiting further instructions, hands obediently in his lap, watching the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel arousal surge through you seeing Tom being so submissive and the way he just let go and trusted Harrison enough to do that within such a short amount of time.

Just like that, Harrison turned his attention back to you and you looked up into his eyes. His energy sucked you right in and you wanted to do whatever he asked of you. Never had you wanted to please someone as badly as you wanted to please Harrison in this moment.

“Now...I think I’ll have a bit of fun with you,” 

You let out a quiet whimper and you felt your wetness seep down your thighs.

“Tom, where does she keep her vibrators?” Harrison wasn’t fucking about and it was sending shivers down your spine in anticipation. You could hear the blood rush in your ears and your heart beating faster.

“Small shoebox in the closet,” Tom piped up, his own breathing coming out in short puffs letting you know that he was equally as turned on and curious to see what Harrison would do to you. 

You watched Tom for a bit as Harrison disappeared into the closet, from the way his chest was heaving and his boxers tenting with his perfectly sized and shaped cock poking through. You couldn’t quite see it, but you knew he was leaking pre-cum like never before.

“So beautiful,” You sighed happily watching Tom’s cheeks and ears turn a pretty pink colour. 

“So’re you princess - looking like a fuckin sin tied up like this and there isn’t a goddamned thing I can do about it,” He growled staring at your exposed body making heat furl in the pit of your stomach. 

“Well aren’t you possessive over here, hmm?” 

Harrison chose that moment to come back into the room with the sacred box in his hands - and what magnificent hands he had. So fucking big, thick and veiny. So long and stocky leaving no doubt of the wonders he could do with his them. You were just dying to get them inside of you and see how well he could destroy you with them.

“That’s right Tom, she’s my plaything right now and I’m gonna make her cum so fucking hard all of England is gonna hear it,” You knew that Harrison would make good on it. That alone made your eyes roll into the back of your head without him even touching you yet. 

“Please,” You breathed and his icy blue eyes turned to you and you saw the lust swirling in them, making them turn a stormy and darker shade of blue. 

“What’s that now?” He gave your inner thigh a slap causing you to moan and it was turning you on to the point where you were dripping right on the bed. 

“Nothing,” You swallowed thickly but it was too late seeing him pull a piece of fabric out of the shoe box. 

A blindfold. Oh holy fuck.

“See, this is what’s gonna happen,” He started as he gently lifted your head up and he put the blindfold over your eyes and that immediately heightened all of your senses. 

“I’m gonna be fucking you senseless and have you screaming my name all while Tom’s over there in the chair and not be able to do a damn thing about it - all he’ll be allowed to do is jerk off while I’m fucking you,” 

“Fuck,” Tom’s whine could be heard throughout the room and you let out a soft moan at what he had in store for you.

“I wonder…. What could this possibly be?” Harrison’s voice was full of amusement as you could hear a buzzing sound cut through the room. At first it didn’t register what it was until you felt it against your nipples, making them hard enough to cut glass.

“Oh fuck,” You mewled arching your back off the bed feeling the vibration. You couldn’t help the soft moans that tumbled from your lips.

“Look at you, so fucking receptive,” Harrison praised and that was making you glow. 

“H-harrison please,” You begged trying to move around to get more. 

“Ah-ah,” He tsked, slapping your tit making you whimper, “Good girls take what they’re given - bratty girls ask for more. Now which one are you gonna be for me?” His voice held a certain kind of harshness that was damn close to making you cum from his voice alone.

“Good girl,” Your voice trembled.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear it,” He taunted and you felt your cheeks burn,

“I’ll be your good girl,” you voiced again, this time louder.

“That’s right, gonna take whatever I give you like a good little slut,” 

“Please Harrison,” Tom’s voice broke - you’d actually forgotten he was there in the room, being so enraptured by Harrison and his commanding presence. But it made the pit in your stomach intensify ten-fold because you could just imagine how fucked out Tom looked, you knew Tom well enough to know that he was already strokíng his hard and leaking cock. It made your mouth water because there was nothing you loved more than when you’d seen him jerk off in the past.

“What’s that?” 

“Please - I just wanna touch her,” Tom whined. 

“No,” 

“Fuck, please Harrison!” Tom tried again, this time more desperately.

“Am I gonna be the one having a problem with you? Because I’ve got no issues putting you over my lap either,” This time your stomach clench at the mere image of that. Tom sprawled over Harrison’s lap and Harrison making Tom count the slaps to his ass. His cock leaking like a faucet. 

“N-no Harrison,” Tom backed off and Harrison must’ve returned to you and you gasped loudly feeling the vibrator tease your inner thigh getting the toy drenched from your juices. 

“God you’re soaked and I haven’t even begun my fun with you yet,” Just as those words left his lips you could feel the vibrator slide inside of you with little resistance and he didn’t give you any time to adjust before the vibrations began.

“Fuuck,” you gritted your teeth together, arms straining as he fucked the toy in and out, your pussy making the most obscene squelching noises as you got fucked by the toy. 

Your hips lifted off of the bed to the best of your abilities whilst being tied up. A moan broke loose from the back of your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You were positioned in such a way that Tom had a direct view of Haz playing with your pussy.

“O-oh my god,” You gasped as the toy went deeper inside of you and the vibrations intensified. Harrison’s large hand holding you down as you tried to move your hips. 

“Stay still,” His voice was a low growl and it made pearls of sweat collect at your temples and collarbone. Your breath hitched as the pleasure started gradually building in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Tom’s lust-drunk voice called and it made you preen.

“She sure is Tommy,” Harrison spoke, letting his free hand move up to your boobs, fondling and twisting your nipples painfully as a cry left your mouth. 

Your pussy was absolutely throbbing with need.

“Harrison,” You began, “Please, please fuck me,” You were barely able to string a sentence together as he removed the toy and slid it up and down your entrance to your clit. He put it on the highest setting and you felt your body tensing up and you came with a moan, crying out both Tom and Harrison’s names. 

“Such a show off aren’t you when you cum?” Harrison praised and it made you smile hazily as your chest heaved from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed as he was getting closer to his orgasm after seeing you cum.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum ‘til I say you can,” 

“Y-yes sir,” Tom moaned and you sucked in a sharp breath hearing him say that and it no doubt affected Harrison the same way.

“At least you know your manners,” With that he turned his focus back to you, an edge to his voice and you startled when you felt his lips on your inner thighs again. The rough stubble he had was making you whine at how deliciously painful it was. It was so much more intense when you were blindfolded and couldn’t see, so you really felt him there. 

You sighed loudly and tried to buck your hips as you felt him bite and nip on your inner thigh.

“Smell so fucking sweet and I bet you taste even sweeter hm?” He groaned as you felt his finger rub up and down your slit making you buck your hips off the bed, arms pulling on your restraints. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm still, but he didn’t care about that and you didn’t want him too. You wanted him to fully take you apart.

“Harrison please fuck - I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned and you heard the filthy noises from his fist and his cock, skin slapping. You could just picture the way beads of sweat was trickling down his forehead and a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. Bicep flexing with the movements that his fist made and his abs clenching and tensing up over and over.

“Don’t you wanna be a good boy?” 

“Y-yeah, yes - fuck yeah I wanna be a good boy sir,” He blubbered and you felt that pit starting to grow again hearing just how submissive he could be. It was so fucking hot. 

“Keep edging,” Was all Harrison said before you felt his fingers spread your slit and his breath fell on your pussy making your breath hitch before you felt the first lick.

Holy mother of god.

His tongue was something else entirely. The way he held your legs apart and got comfortable licking and sucking on your pussy. Alternating between kitten licks on your clit to him fully sucking to the point of where it almost hurt - it was a delicious kind of pain and it made you dizzy.

“Oh my fucking god,” You gripped the bed frame to have something to hold on. Your breath came out in short pants and the fire in your belly was close to erupting once again. Your legs trembled and tummy was clenching.

“I- fuck I’m gonna cum Harrison,” You moaned loudly.

He brought his hands around the back of your thighs bringing your pussy closer to his face as he let his tongue flick the overly sensitive bud. “C’mon then, give me your best shot - don’t you wanna make a mess on my face?” You heard the smirk in his voice. You moaned as you started gyrating your hips all over his face. Body convulsing and twitching as the onslaught of your orgasm rocked you through your core. 

“O-oh shit Harrison!” You gasped feeling your body turn to jelly and you came down from your high trying to get your breathing under control and your heart to stop racing from the intensity of the orgasm. 

“Harrison, fuck - please can I get on the bed? Fuck I want some relief - Harrison? Wanna be a good boy for you,” Tom groaned brokenly and you bit your lip. Even with the blindfold on you knew the tip of his cock was angry and red and leaking pre-cum.

“How will you be a good boy for me if you can’t even do as you’re told?” 

“W-wanna hump the bed..please sir,” 

Harrison clicked his tongue. “Tempting, but no. You’re staying put until I’ve fucked her, then I’ll let you hump the bed and you can cum all you want, how’s that pretty boy?” 

“Oh yes, please thank you - thank you so much sir,” There was no denying the gratefulness in Tom’s voice at that. Soon enough you could hear Tom’s tiny grunts and moans, his little uh-uh noises leaving his lips as he worked his cock over. Abruptly cut off by loud moans and his curses as he almost got too close to the edge.

“Y/N, a-ah fuck sir, please I’m so close,” Tom slurred and you moaned at the noises he let out, going straight to your core.

“Doesn’t he sound so pretty all fucked out like this?” Harrison conversed casually as his thumb started rubbing your clit which made you wince at the touch. But it was the best kind of pain making you gasp and moan as he kept on rubbing you, experimenting with different paces and pressures.

“Oh god yes,” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“You gonna let me fuck you now? Gonna let me fill this cunt with my cum?” 

“It’s all I’ve wanted since you walked in here, please fuck,” You begged desperately trying to lift your hips up to get his cock inside you.

“So impatient,” He clucked and you whined.

“‘m sorry Harrison,” You felt the heat of embarrassment at that for being so greedy.

“Want you in my pussy, please Harrison,” You backpedaled and you could hear some shuffling around before Harrison spread your legs and you went still. Your heart pounding at what was to come - a full on shiver ran through you when you felt the tip of his cock slap your clit causing your body to jolt at the surprise, but just as fast it turned into an all-consuming need and want. 

You wanted his cock so bad.

“You’re the prettiest sight,” Tom grunted as you heard the way his fist went over his cock even faster now. That was only adding to the pleasure of what was going on in this moment.

It should’ve been a strange thing to hear your boyfriend praising you and his best friend together, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt comforting and you felt so safe with them both.

“Thank you baby boy,” You sighed happily. Even though you couldn’t touch him, his words brought you a sense of closeness and just then you felt Harrison push his hips forward. Cock sliding into you, disappearing further and further inside of you. 

“You’re fucking big,” You moaned, arching your back as you let him set the pace. He experimented for a bit - going deeper and harder a few times, then shallow and slow thrusts. All of it was making you dizzy. 

You were trying to move your entire body to match his bruising pace, your pelvises meeting causing him to get further inside of you and when he found that spot inside of you. It was enough for you to see stars behind your eyelids. 

You felt his finger trace your bottom lip and on instinct your lips parted as you started sucking. Harrison’s hands were the prettiest hands you’d ever seen. So thick and veiny and sinewy. It wasn’t uncommon for you to gaze just a little too long at his gorgeous hands just imagining the way he could wreck you with them - and now you had the chance to really see what he was capable of.

It was so much more than what you’d ever bargained for and you loved it. 

“Oh so she’s a greedy little slut too?” His voice coming out strained as he pistoned his hips faster and harder. His free hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises later. 

“Wanna show you how much of a good girl I can be,” You murmured around his fingers, sucking on them as if your life depended on it. 

The room was filled with the sound of bodies slapping together and the mixed moans and grunts from the three of you. A whole lot of praising happening as well which just made everything so much hotter.

“Look at you, is she always so greedy Tommy?” 

“She loves showing off, having her holes stuffed,” Tom panted. 

Harrison added another finger and you gave it the same kind of attention, hollowing your cheeks out, living out your fantasy and hand kink you had for his hands.

“God you’ve got the best hands,” You moaned around his digits. 

“Do I now?” There was no denying the smugness in Harrison’s voice. 

You whimpered, “Yeah, you do,” 

“Why thank you gorgeous girl,” He smirked and let his hand move from your hip down to your clit, giving it a slap which made you moan.

“Shit Harrison,” 

“Such a dirty little girl,” He was gloating as he fucked into you harder, hips still angled to reach your spot over and over and it was bringing you closer to your high with each thrust. 

“P-please Harrison, I wanna cum,” You breathed, trying to suck in as much air in your lungs as possible because you felt it in your toes that this was going to be your most intense orgasm of them all. 

“Go ahead, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around my cock - let Tom here know who’s fucking you so good it’s all you’re gonna be able to think about for ages to come,” Harrison knew how to taunt and he did it so well.

It was enough to drive you over the edge and you squeezed down on his cock hard as he kept pumping into you. You came with a scream feeling the orgasm wrecking your whole body. Bursts of intense pleasure shooting throughout every single nerve-ending in your body as your legs shook.

“Oh fuck, gonna paint your insides white,” Harrison’s low and gravely moan made goosebumps appear all over your arms. He thrusted in and out of you a few more times before you felt him twitch and release inside of you, he collapsed on top of you and you could feel his heart racing as his chest was pressed against yours. Both of you completely drained and spent. 

“Please, please please Harrison can I cum now?” Tom whimpered like a puppy and you felt Harrison gently remove the blindfold off of you in your post-orgasmic bliss.

Your eyes slowly adjusted and the sight you were met with almost had you rearing to go again. 

Tom’s cock was painfully hard and leaking, his bicep and the veins in his arm and hand were protruding. So was the vein in his neck as he watched the two of you with a raw-bitten bottom lip and wide eyes full of lust. 

“You’ve earned it, come here Tom,” Harrison finally allowed and you’d never seen Tom move faster in his life than in this moment to get on the bed.

He gave it his everything as he rutted his hips against the bed, letting out the most obscene and sinful moans and grunts. 

His breathing turned more staccato than anything and you just knew he was getting so close. 

You glanced at Harrison, yanking on your chained arms and he was swift in his movements, unlocking them for you. In a flash you were all over Tom.

Your hands roaming his body, tracing his sculpted abs. Fingernails dancing along the skin of his lower abdomen, taking care in not touching his leaking cock but getting close enough to tease him. Harrison grabbed the vibrator he’d used on you and turned it on, placing it on Tom’s cock and the reaction was immediate. 

His cock started leaking even more if it was possible as Tom began shaking uncontrollably from the sudden and intense pleasure.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” He gasped, head darting between you and Harrison, who in turn traded a glance with you. 

Harrison could tell too from the way his breathing turned choppy and his moans and whimpers got even more dragged out. So he scooted closer to Tom and you watched raptly as Harrison wrapped his hand around Tom’s cock and the sight alone made you drool as he spat on his cock. He started stroking Tom’s cock, going from the base up to his leaking tip, smoothing the pre-cum all over the shaft. Mixing that with his own spit.

Tom’s jaw slackened and eyes glazed over, his mouth parted as he arched up into your touch. “God fuck H-harrison,” He could barely string the words together.

“C’mon now - fuck my fist, show me you deserve to cum,” Harrison commanded and just as Tom started doing just that. His hips rutted up jerkily and fast into Harrison’s tight fist that was wrapped around his cock. Tom’s body twitched and shook with the exertion, beads of sweat trickling down his temple as he got overloaded with pleasure.

You took the time to run your fingers over Tom’s pecs, up to his nipples - twisting and tweaking them as Tom fucked up into Harrison’s hand. Hearing his small whimpers and his tiny noises he was producing from the back of his throat. 

You were in absolute heaven watching this unfold before your very eyes. 

“Cum for me baby boy - wanna see you cum, wanna lick it all up,” You egged him on and his eyes locked with yours as he came with a feral growl as ropes of cum landed all over Harrison’s hand and himself.

You drank it all up, the sight of him cumming and the face his face scrunched up when he did. He looked so fucking sinful when he came. 

You watched at Harrison seeing the way he milked Tom’s cock for all it was worth, hearing the exhausted moans tumble from his lips. 

Harrison dragged his thumb over the slit of Tom’s cock and it twitched as Harrison scooped up some cum and pushed his finger to Tom’s mouth.

“C’mon baby, be my good little slut and eat it all,” Harrison smirked at Tom who’s eyes darted between Harrison and his finger before he opened up, licking his finger clean, eyes fluttering close as he did. You kissed the side of his face, whispering sweet praises in Tom’s ear as he lapped at Harrison’s fingers.

“Good boy Tommy,” He praised and Tom’s entire face and chest flushed under the glowing praise, keeping it up and licking everything that Harrison gave him.

“You’re both such good little pets aren’t you?” Harrison said adoration in his voice. 

He laid down in the middle of the bed and pulled the two of you against him, pressing kisses to both of your foreheads. Whispering over and over how good you were tonight. You smiled over at him and then at Tom and you leaned over Harrison to kiss him lovingly.

“Heeeyy what about me?” Harrison teased. 

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[bbugyu]

hi can i request a wonwoo friends to lovers!!

abso-fuckin-tutely! since you were a lil vague, i asked my friendly neighborhood wonwoorideul for a prompt and she shouted out the song nothing by bruno major (aka one of the sweetest songs on wonwoo's spotify playlist)!

nothing + jeon wonwoo

moving in with your best friend was the best idea you ever had, even if he claimed it was his.

wc.3707 | fluff, angst, roommates/friends to lovers au, gn reader, like one swear and it barely counts bc it was hoshi, slowburn pining, wonwoo sees you and his mind is full of poetry, happy ending! (jp ver.)

thank you so much for my very first request! i tried to post this quickly, so i’m sorry if it’s not as polished as my other pieces. i was so impatient to get this out hahah. i love me some domestic wonwoo

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wonwoo wasn't just your roommate, to be perfectly frank. the lanky guy had wormed his way into your close circle when you had worked part time together at a grocery store fresh out of high school, and when you both decided you needed to be closer to the big city, it just made sense to go together. you had never lived alone before, and your mother had said she would feel better if you had someone she knew around, someone to take care of you for her, even though you insisted you would be fine. she tried to get you to move in with your auntie, and while eating her food would be a definite plus, you absolutely despised the idea of living under the same roof as your chaotic cousin. so, when wonwoo mentioned wanting to get out of your podunk village, you excitedly told him you wanted to move to seoul.

"okay," he had said, looking at you over his comic book as he lounged on your family's couch. "let's go, then."

two months later, his dad was helping the two of you move into a tiny two bedroom apartment in a neighborhood of seoul that housed mostly old married couples, but you liked that it was a little more quiet than downtown. it felt more like home, but busy enough to give you your fill of the city. you could walk down the street to a cafe every morning on your way to the station, headed to your shitty temp desk job that you had just to pay bills. wonwoo was able to transfer to the main seoul office of his existing job as a software engineer, and was even able to work from home most days. you were forever jealous that he could hop onto remote meetings wearing a tie and button up over a pair of sweats. on days that he had to go into the office, though, he would walk with you and point out shops that you had yet to visit in your few months of living in the city.

"since when are you a flowers kinda guy?" you asked, gaze following his finger to the florist shop he pointed out.

he shrugged, adjusting his backpack straps over the blazer he wore. "might be nice for the apartment."

you eyed him. despite knowing him for years, sometimes he still surprised you.

on days that he didn't ride the subway with you, you would come home to find him sitting on the couch, swinging around a digital new york city from a web on the tv. you noticed the potted plant on the kitchen counter when you dropped your keys off in their designated tray. they were red, with tight round petals. you thought they almost looked like roses, but you knew that wasn't right. peonies? begonias? you didn't know enough about flowers to recognize them, but you figured he went to the florist in your neighborhood while you were at work.

he paused his game after landing on a roof somewhere. "how was your day?"

"good," you said, pulling off your light jacket and standing by the couch. "what's with the flowers?"

wonwoo looked around you to the yellow ceramic and red blooms, both colors that suited the other few colorful items in your minimalistic (mostly from having only lived there a few short months) white kitchen. "camellias. i thought they looked nice."

you nodded, thinking that he had more to say, but decided not to press. "have you eaten?"

he stretched on the couch, hands falling to the back of his beanie clad head as he let out a strangled noise. "do i ever eat without you?"

that made you smile. "any thoughts on dinner?"

wonwoo shook his head, settling back into the couch. "what do you feel like?"

"i'm craving pizza."

wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and adjusted to fish his phone out of the pocket of his favorite track pants. "go take a shower, i'll order."

you grinned. "you are such a good roommate."

"correction, i'm the best roommate. oh, also," he pointed towards the fridge in the kitchen. "soonyoung came by with side dishes from your aunt."

"oh, thank god," you said, walking over to wash your hands quickly and check the haul. "i was worried we were gonna have to buy kimchi this week. he wasn't annoying, was he?"

wonwoo shook his head, chuckling at the way you talked about your cousin as he tapped through menus on his phone. "he was fine. complained that you weren't here."

"doesn't he have a job?" you opened a plastic container and popped a sweet braised potato into your mouth. your voice was muffled as you chewed. "he knows i get off at five. if he wants to see me he should come when he knows i'll be home."

the small smile on wonwoo's face never left as you rambled about soonyoung, then your fantastic chef of an aunt, and then the new guy that sat at the desk next to you that microwaved fish for lunch. seriously, who microwaves fish? in an office?

wonwoo commiserated with you, then told you to hurry and go wash up, because he had just submitted the pizza order, to which you responded "okay, okay, i'm going. i'll be back in a minute."

after a steam filled shower, you left the bathroom while toweling your damp hair, sporting a plain black v-neck with your, similar to wonwoo's, favorite track pants.

wonwoo looked up and laughed, tugging on the hem of his shirt. "we match."

you eyed one of the several black muscle tanks wonwoo sports regularly and giggled, pulling at the stripes down your pants. "we do. you want wine?"

"hell yeah. friday night, baby."

you laughed, returning to the bathroom to hang your towel before making your way to the kitchen, pulling a couple of stemless wine glasses out of your cabinet. they were the only glasses in the apartment because, as wonwoo had said, your priorities are notoriously bad. but, you reminded him, they worked just fine with water too, so you convinced him that buying real glasses could wait until you were both slightly less busy. you grabbed the bottle of red wine off the counter and looked at the seal. "wonwoo."

"yeah?" he paused his game and looked at you over the small kitchen cart that acted as an island. you held up the wine.

"new bottle."

he sighed dramatically. "what would you do without me?"

you grinned happily as you got the wine opener out of a drawer, holding it out for him. he snatched the bottle and opener from your hands and made a face, but began twisting the corkscrew into the cork nonetheless. you planted your elbow on the wood topped cart and watched him as he tugged out the cork, decidedly ignoring the fact that he was wearing a sleeveless shirt and he definitely looked like he had taken a trip to the gym today. 

"you pour, i always miss."

you laughed, pulling at the shrapnel of the seal that wonwoo always refused to cut away before removing the cork. "maybe if you didn't make the neck such a mess it wouldn't go everywhere when we pour it."

"unnecessary step," he retorted, watching you as you poured the wine into the two glasses. he took the one closest to him as you finished. "cheers."

"cheers," you repeated, clinking your glass against his and taking a gulp. you let out a noise of approval. "happy friday."

wonwoo was smiling as he took a sip. "happy friday."

"where's the pizza?"

"uh," he patted his empty pockets, then put down his wine glass to retrieve his phone from the couch. "down the street."

wonwoo had to shove his feet into a pair of slides to meet the delivery person at the entrance of your building, and when he returned, you were giggling into your glass at your sns feed. the wine hit maybe a little too hard, but you hadn't eaten in too long for you to have almost polished off a glass already.

wonwoo gestured for you to join him on the couch, so you grabbed the bottle of wine and tucked it under your arm, carrying the two glasses over to where he was shutting off his game.

you ate merrily, and then you talked. about nothing and everything all at the same time. this happened more often than you ever thought it would, but a week into living in the city, wonwoo had come home from hanging out with some old friends to you crying on the couch with a show on that was far too comical to be the source of your tears. that night, he stayed up with you until the sun was peeking up over the buildings, listening to your worries and struggles. he shared his own fears. you were a blubbering mess. he kept sniffling his nose, acting like the tears welling up in his eyes weren't there when you laughed, despite yourself. wonwoo and you had always been close, or as close as past coworkers that had the same friend circle could be, but this was different. you couldn't remember the last time you had cried like that in front of anyone, much less someone who wasn't your mother.

when you woke up on the couch past noon, your sunday to a late start, your arms were wrapped around wonwoo's torso as he slept, one hand tucked behind his head and the other on your back. his face was inches from yours. your cheeks were pink and you suddenly felt hot, trying as gently as you could to escape without waking him. he stirred, but only to readjust as you snuck away.

he said nothing about the cuddling when he woke to the sound of you closing the front door, and you smiled as you held out the iced americano you got him at the cafe down the street. he squinted at you and scratched his head, taking the drink and sipping it before even testing his voice.

"thanks."

he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. "what? you bought coffee. thank you."

you sat next to him and swirling the straw in your own drink. "no, i mean for staying up with me. sorry i was a mess."

there was a pause, and your heart almost stopped when he put an arm over your shoulder. "you weren't. and i'll stay up with you whenever you want."

wonwoo sipped at his drink again, giving you a light squeeze when a tear fell down your cheek.

living together meant you saw a side of him you had never seen before. the little things he did throughout his day, when he wasn't even particularly conscious that you were in the same room as him. he always bit at his thumb when he was working, and he had a habit of leaving the milk carton open in the fridge. he always made you smile when he emerged from his room with his headphones loud enough for you to hear them from across the room, and he cluelessly bobbed his head to whatever he was listening to while he refilled a water bottle, waving and smiling before he returned to his room. when your mom asked you how living with wonwoo was, you told her he was great. clean, respectful, and quiet. that you had never been closer. that he made you feel safer so far from home. you didn't, however, tell her that you discovered that he liked running home from the gym at 2 pm on the weekends, laying out on the floor with his shirt over his head before he convinced himself to take a shower.

you had always thought wonwoo was cute. how could you not? he was a handsome guy, but you had accepted your place as a friend to him and happily let it progress no further. but, now that you spent your afternoons off arguing with him on whether or not showering was even worth the trouble, you couldn't help but stare at him. watching his toned chest rise and fall as you thought about how he had admitted his crippling fear of failure to you at three in the morning when your face was puffier than a padded jacket.

you never noticed, but wonwoo watched you closer than he did anything in his life. that night, when he found you crying, he felt his heart clench as you told him all your insecurities. when he had pulled you into his chest and held you tight as you questioned whether moving so far from home was a mistake, he patted your hair and told you that it was going to be fine. you had him, afterall. he had you. the two of you could make it out here. and if you still wanted to go home when the lease was up in six months, he would be there to help you move back.

he didn't stop holding you until your breathing settled, your shoulders stopped shaking. he leaned back into the couch, bringing you with him, and you didn't protest when he ran his hand up and down your back, coaxing you to sleep.

since then, every time you spoke to him, he couldn't help but stare at you intently. he watched your eyes light up while you talked about something you loved. he watched you scrunch your nose as you talked about your new desk neighbor. he watched your lips push into a pout when he said he should go get some work done. he wondered if anyone else noticed the way you sucked on your teeth while you thought up a witty comeback, or the way you carded your fingers through your still wet hair. or the way your eyes creased into a laugh, your hand coming up to block your open mouth. or the way you chewed on your red wine stained lip while he tried to form a sentence in response, when all he wanted to do was put those lips on his.

wonwoo had been stewing with these feelings far longer than he thought bearable, but stuffed it down in fear that he might lose you altogether. he didn't want to lose you altogether. he had gone on a walk halfway through his workday at home, feeling antsy for no particular reason, though if he thought about it long enough he would have realised it was because you had said something about feeling lonely lately that morning. he saw the florist he had pointed out the week before, and his feet brought him through the door.

"hi!" he looked up from the colorful display by the door to the person behind the counter and smiled politely. "did you need help finding something?"

"um," wonwoo blinked and looked around for a moment, then moved towards the counter. "i need a gift, i think."

the florist's eyebrows quirked curiously. "you think?"

he nodded, eyes flicking down to the nametag on his chest. he wondered if he was a foreigner with his three character name, but didn't mention it. "yeah. housewarming. for my, uh-" wonwoo paused, catching himself not knowing how to describe his relationship to you. roommate? wannabe lover? he bit his cheek. "my friend."

joshua nodded slowly, watching wonwoo's eyes as he worked his way through the sentence. "just friend?"

wonwoo stared at a flower arrangement to his right. "something like that."

"got it." joshua walked around the counter and gestured for wonwoo to follow him deeper into the store. "since it's a housewarming, how about a potted plant? something to brighten up the space for a long time. they'll think about you every time they see it."

wonwoo nodded, not saying anything about how funny he thought it was that he said he was getting his own roommate a housewarming gift. "that sounds nice."

"now, i'm not gonna claim to know you," the florist started, putting up his hands to exaggerate his words, they kept moving as he pushed and pulled pots, looking for one in particular. "you've said, like, maybe a full sentence to me, but those were some complex emotions when you called them a friend, so i'm gonna assume i know the situation. i think you should get camellias. specifically red ones."

wonwoo looked at the sunshine yellow pot in the soft featured man's hands. the petals of the flower were round and delicate, and he thought about how you said the color yellow made you happy. "why's that?"

"i think you should look up the meaning when you give them this," joshua said, and for some reason, wonwoo trusted him.

he came back to the apartment thinking about how he might have just gotten scammed into buying the potted flowers in his hands, only to find soonyoung about to hit the buzzer to call your unit, a far too large cooler bag sitting on the bench by the entrance of your building.

"is y/n around?" soonyoung asked, trailing behind wonwoo as they walked up the stairs, struggling slightly with the overpacked bag. "they didn't respond to my kakao."

"they're at work," he replied, flipping his keys over in his hands to find the one for your front door. "they'll be home around six."

"ah, shit," soonyoung laughed. "i always forget you guys have adult jobs. i would kill for a monday through friday."

wonwoo almost laughed, but left the smile on his face. "weekends are kind of overrated, anyways."

the shorter hoisted the bag of dishes onto the kitchen cart while wonwoo closed the door. "who're the flowers for?"

wonwoo stared at the pot in his arm as if it was the first time he had seen it. "oh, uh. just the place."

"for y/n?"

he looked at soonyoung, who had his chin in his palms, elbows planted on the counter as he smiled. he knew he was right when wonwoo didn't respond.

"i think they'll like them," he said, unzipping the top of the bag and starting to unload his mother's packaged dishes for his cousin. "they like the color yellow."

wonwoo just said "i know," before he opened the fridge and started rearranging things to fit the new food.

according to soonyoung, wonwoo was painfully obvious. when he had come by a couple weeks prior, you were arguing with him about some ridiculous childhood memory at your grandparents' home, and while soonyoung laughed, he noticed the smile on wonwoo's face when he watched you. he also noticed the way he instinctively put a hand on your back when you sighed about your newest temp gig, and soonyoung pulled on his ear as he looked at the ceiling, leaning against the kitchen cart much like he was today as he told wonwoo about how oblivious his cousin must be.

you pulled your knees to your chest as you sipped at your wine, the pizza box almost completely polished off by the two of you sitting on the floor in front of your couch. you stare at the pot of flowers.

"they're pretty," you said finally.

you too, wonwoo thought.

"camellias, right?" you turned back to him. "i like them."

i like you, wonwoo thought. "i went to that place down the street. the guy working was nice."

you nodded, sipping again. "any reason in particular?"

"i-" wonwoo paused, staring at his glass. he finished the last gulp in it and put it on the floor next to the pizza box. "you said something about being down recently," he said, folding his fingers together as he leaned back against the couch. "i wanted to get you something, i guess."

you watched his fingers as they pushed his glasses up his nose again, and your heart fluttered at the idea of wonwoo thinking about you when you weren't around. "really? that's so nice," you pouted, shoving his knee.

he laughed, pulling his knee onto the couch to face you. "the guy there - the florist, i guess? his name was joshua. he seemed to really know flowers." he knitted his brows together when he realized he was procrastinating on saying what he was nervous to. he put his arm on the back of the couch, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm before continuing. "he said i should look up what they mean when i give them to you. red ones, specifically."

you perked up, heart racing. "what they mean? they have meaning?"

"y-yeah, i guess so," wonwoo said, then cleared his throat. 

"hey google!" you looked over to where the device sat by your tv. "what to red camellias mean?"

wonwoo stared at your profile as you watched the device think before its automated voice piped up.

"camellia flowers are available in white, pink, and red, with each color having its own unique symbolism."

you looked over to him, excitedly putting your glass to your lips as the voice continued.

"pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone, and is given to people who are missed."

wonwoo swallowed hard, fingers fidgeting against his temple.

"red camellias symbolize love, passion, and a deep desire."

your eyes widened slightly as the device shut off, glass still to your lips and eyes still on wonwoo's. he stared back at you, and you wondered if he meant it. but he never claimed that he didn't feel those things for you.

before you could think, you clumsily put your glass on the floor and moved. you didn't stop moving until your lips were on wonwoo's, pushing him back into the arm of the couch as you practically crawled into his lap.

his hands found your hips and he helped you settle into him, your fingers tracing his jawline as it worked against yours. you sighed into his lips as his hand slid up under your shirt, placed gently on the small of your back. pulling you into him. when you paused for a moment, you thought about waking up to this exact same view, that day after you had cried all night. but this time, his other hand pulled your jaw back to kiss him again, and you happily complied.

#YAAAA #thank you so much for requesting i owe you my life #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #jeon wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #yoonpancake #requested #i wrote dis #do i have a wonu tag yet #sure dont #wonton

[gyllenhaalstories]

BIRTHDAY CAKE — RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS 🎂 🎁

anonymous asked: what do you think rapper!jake would get you for your birthday? warnings: mentions of sexual content & curse words. notes: i listened to the solo version of birthday cake by rihanna so join in if you want to <3 thank you anon for asking this okay ilysm whoever you are you’re so perfect! i wanted to post it when i was born but i couldn’t wait any longer! ps: the gifs are not mine, but i couldn’t find who made them since they were reposted on pinterest. i hope y’all enjoy the chain (and this too)!

why would rapper!jake get his birthday bitch, huh? 

everything she ever dreamed of, of course.

birthdays would start at midnight and end at the same hour the next day, no excuses.

he would wake you up with gentle kisses along your shoulder. “good morning, angel, it’s your special day”. when was it not when you’re one of the biggest hip hop artists’ girlfriend?

you would protest, grabbing on his arms that were around you tighter so he would not move. but he did. he pulled the blankets of your naked body and helped you turn so you were laying on your back.

no matter how many years the two of you have shared together, you were always excited for what was coming next.

(pun intented)

jake would leave kisses down your entire body, making his way down to your core by leaving light hickeys. 

your legs would slowly open up for him, and you would wrap them around his head when he finally reached the right spot.

he brags about your head game all the time, but boy got some sweet skills too. he has you mewling, whimpering, shaking and he’s only a few licks and gentle bites in. 

by the time you’re close to the edge, he stops. “count down for me, baby.” so you count down from your your age to 0. i pity you if you’re like 35. rip @ your pussy. he doesn’t make it easy for you. he nibbles on your thighs, he leaves kisses absolutely everywhere. he dips his tongue in your wetness, teasing your hole (or both of them because why not? it’s your birthday, girl, be wild!). and when you FINALLY reach 0, you’re absolutely exploding.

you’re screaming his name. you almost forgot that what? five minutes ago? you were having sweet fantasy dreams of jake as a knight and you as the princess of the candy kingdom. 

jake’s face emerges from your pussy, covered in juices as he gives you a playful smirk. “you’re just like wine, you taste better with age.”

and he’s got you laughing and trying to gently kick him.

he will deny you any attempts of paying him back. he’s got other things on his mind.

he sets you back under the blankets nicely and reach out for your nightstand, handing you your favourite plushie that you leave here at all times as he presses a kiss on your forehead. “just had my fave breakfast but i’m ,’bout to make some more.” he would wink. “whataya want?”

pancakes, waffles, froot loops, spaghetti, brownies, listen, you could have whatever you wanted. 

you opted for waffles this year. and jake, who happened to be quite the talented chef, and before you could fall asleep again, he brought you a large platter of waffles, cut fruits and maple syrup with a hot chocolate.

you turned on the television and found some crappy reality television to watch. at midnight, it was either that or a marathon of pawn stars. on the screen, there were some old episodes of say yes to the dress. jake paid attention to your reactions in front of the dresses and the brides. he made mental notes of your preferences.

once you were done eating, you turned one of your favourite movies on. it was some disney film jake actually loved although he would never admit it out loud.

eventually, the sun started to rise outside. 

and the fun was really starting.

jake listed what the two of you would do today: he would take you to the mall early so no one would bother you as you went from store to store, trying everything from prada, chanel, gucci and whatever you felt like it. and then, you would go for brunch. and then he would take you for a walk around the park. just the two of you.

and you did all that, while jake carried all of your shopping bags and helped you bring them back inside the mansion when it was time for a power nap.

the thing was: you weren’t sleepy.

and neither was jake.

he noticed that little sparkle in your eyes. he knew it so well. 

you were needy. and even if, most of the time it would annoy him when he had better plans in mind, he let it slide this time.

he placed his hand on your head and helped you lean down on your knees.

you palmed at his growing bulge. you freed it from his pants and he went to sit on the couch. he let you entertain yourself, lazily sucking and licking his length when his other, much more important present, was being prepared outside without you noticing.

you cockwarmed him in your throat for a while.

“why you bein’ so generous to me? it’s your day, we gotta do what makes you happy.”

“you make me happy”.

HE COULD HAVE PUT A RING ON YOUR HAND RIGHT THERE (but after he came in your mouth, he had better priorities than marriage).

FINALLY you heard noise outside. you swallowed his load and licked your lips clean, crawling towards the large windows to take a peak of what was going on.

there was a lamborghini.

of your favourite colour.

bouquets and balloons were overflowing from the open doors and top.

your jaw dropped.

“i don’t even know how to drive?”

jake stood behind you and gently went to pet your hair.

“i’ll teach you.”

and you ran outside like an excited child, smelling roses and kicking helium balloons on your way. you sat behind the wheel and imitated the noises of the engine.

jake was so fucking in love with you.

he went to sit on the passenger seat and fixed the brakes, instructing you to press the pedal to rinse the engine safely.

he couldn’t even hear the vroom vroom over your happy giggles.

“it’s not over yet.”

jake got out of the car and went to your side, kissing you lovingly, his chain tickling your chest when he leaned forward. “follow me, angel.”

and you did. you arrived just in time, some friends had made it to the backyard where a gigantic cake and even bigger teddy bear were waiting for you. the teddy bear was holding a present bag with your favourite disney characters printed all over it.

everybody melted at the sweet thought.

jake suddenly switched in his attitude.

he grabbed something from behind the cake, a large jewelry box. he presented it to you.

you opened it.

there was a chain, similar to his, shining under the golden hour sun.

he put it on you as you let out a happy tear.

you shared the cake with your close friends. you were taking photos. posting them all over instagram. and fans were going crazy at the sight of jake looking so happy and relaxed. 

people left.

you both started to run out of energy.

so you went to bed, it was almost midnight again.

and you made love. it was passionate, it was loving, it was sweet and it was incredible. it could not be compared to anything else jake has ever done to you. it felt as though your hearts were beating on the same rhythm. your eyes were locked the entire time as you both reached your high in this slow, but deep pace.

and when you finally closed your eyes to relax, jake managed to stretch his arm out and grab something from the night stand drawer.

you thought he was grabbing some bullet vibrator.

no.

it was an even smaller box than this afternoon.

“i bought this shit a long ass time ago,”

jake’s voice was cracking under the stress.

you encouraged with a gentle caress on his bearded chin.

“don’t fuckin’ cry or imma cry too.”

too late, you were both crying rivers. and chuckling. and shaking.

he did not even finish asking the question. he forgot the speech he prepared when he was eating you out earlier, thinking of romantic shit to say.

you said yes.

jake couldn’t see straight.

but he managed to put the ring on. it was the prettiest ring you have ever seen in your entire life.

after a ton of i love yous.

he found his phone somewhere on the bed and took a photo.

you looked awful and tried to cover your face with your hand.

“my bitch forever and ever happily ever after”.

he captioned the photo.

truth be told, he was so skillful that he did all of this without pulling out of you.

and he went at it again.

with more vigor. but with just as much passion.

“y’makin’ me feel so good wifey”.

perhaps wifey was the new bitch.

#jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal smut #topic: rapper!jake #completed requests #jake gyllenhaal x reader

[parkers-gal]

cups

boomerang pt. iii

wc: 2k

warnings: very detailed anxiety attack

There’s two faucets, each with a cup under, catching the liquids. There’s one that flows consistently, one she drinks out of on the daily. The other comes out in drips, in which she sips from the cup rarely. Now, the rare cup is overflowing, so much that she can’t drink all of it. She’s drunk on it now, and she’s not sure where the end or the start is anymore. The other cup has stopped flowing all together. The once consistent flow that kept her thriving and hydrated was now barren and dry.

One would complain about how different the two beverages taste, one being bitter and sour and tart, the other sweet and honeyed and enjoyable. But not her. Maybe the whole point of having both is to keep them balanced. Maybe that’s where the fault line is, where the recurring problem always starts from. Maybe nobody is ever supposed to have too much of one beverage; perhaps it needs to be even, balanced, steady. One thing’s for sure, you’re always supposed to have both; never neither.

Y/N’s in a pickle. Out of the two of them, she wasn’t the actor. But now, pretending is her main task; something she must do everyday just to survive to the next. It starts at her friends house, the place she’d ran off to when things went crumbling down. To any outsider, the split wasn’t as drastic as others, though the pair didn’t exactly end on great terms, one would expect both to hold no grudges or remain satisfied. When they said the game of love was a battlefield, nobody ever told them it would be war.

She’s sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. Despite the name, the room is anything but alive. It’s dead and cold and dull and unwelcoming. The welcome mat outside could even be considered click-bait, in Y/N’s opinion. But nobody had ever cared about Y/N’s opinions. Or her feelings. Or her thoughts or struggles or ideas or wishes. Because she’s the nurturer, the person other people turn to when they want to show insights of their lives. Y/N had never gotten the opportunity to do the same.

At one point, though, she thought she had found the person she could do that to. But of course, things went crashing down, the foundation crumbling and cracking until piles of rubble and concrete were left, dust wafting through the air and making her lungs burn.

Three weeks have passed, and by the middle of the fourth week, Harrison had told her about his accident with the car. She wanted to be there – as the person who sat with him in the ambulance, or the person who was driving the car – she wasn’t sure, but she knew she wanted to be there. She almost drove to the hospital; the keys were in her hand and the door was opened, but she had ultimately decided that he didn’t want her like he used to.

The heart does a lot to a human. Love is like blood, the source of living and anyone’s lifeline; you need it to survive, the heart needs it. That’s why the heart pumps it 24/7, flushes it through the body and asks the lungs for continuous support in doing so. Y/N used to be breathing heavily, panting as the love ran through her veins and pumped her heart, filling her soul and her skeleton. Now, she was lying on the floor in an empty void, bleeding out the love that once kept her alive. It’s ironic, how the thing you need is also the thing that gets you killed.

“Get up,” Aisha nudges Y/N with her foot. “get off the floor for once.”

Groaning, Y/N sat up, head rush flooding her skull as she rolled her eyes. “What?” she whined.

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes,” Aisha cuts her short, standing up and reaching for Y/N’s hands to help her stand too. “You said you would; I’ve already promised the gang we’d be there.”

“Fine,” she grumbles, standing up and patting her thighs for any stray hairs or dirt.

“Go shower,” Aisha nudges her in the direction of the bathroom. “We can get ready on time for once.”

Y/N laughs with a nod, walking towards her room. Once her back is turned, the smile drops from her face and her hands cover her face as she rubs. Hopefully, makeup would cover up the luggage her eyes carry under them.

**

She’s wearing heels and an off-the-shoulder-top dress that’s shorter than anything she owns. Aisha called it “clubbing material,” when she bought it, so she knew this would suffice for the night and satisfy her friends’ requirements.

“Y/N?!” Aisha calls from the kitchen. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” she yells back. “Let me just grab my purse!”

Opening a drawer to grab her jewelry, she wears a necklace before grabbing her purse. She halts all of a sudden, practically tripping her own self as she looks at the handbag her fingers are encased around.

“Y/-!” Aisha walks through the door, two shot glasses in her hands, but she too stops and takes notice of what Y/N is doing. “Are you… okay?”

Y/N shakes her head wildly, dropping all thoughts as she gives Aisha a smile, reaching for one of the glasses as she leads the way out of the room.

**

Club hours extend on weekends. Friday’s run all through Saturdays, so the club is pretty wild when they arrive. There’s five of them, each wearing something equally sexy and stunning and powerful. Y/N wishes she could feel all of those things, but she pretends, for now. It’ll do.

“This way!” Jennie calls, grabbing Y/N’s hand as they move to a particular section of the dance floor, some of them already getting into the groove with the beat. Y/N laughs before moving her hips, joining them.

She dances for about fifteen minutes before a certain figure catches her attention. It’s not who she thinks it is, thankfully, but he is wearing a familiar hoodie, one she’s certain she had worn a copy of. The memories flood back quickly, and she stops her movements suddenly, trying to catch her breath.

“You good?” Aisha asks, a hand on the small of her back. Y/N nods, telling her something about needing a glass of water, and Aisha nods, coming with her. Hands linked, they make their way through the crowd of sweaty twenty-something-year-old’s before settling on two stools at the bar counter.

“What’ll it be this time, ladies?” Ciara, the barista, asks.

“Just a bit of h-two-oh,” Aisha says with a laugh, going on about some new store opening down the street. Ciara happily chats back, and Y/N is thankful for the free moment to distract her brain. Before she knows it, she’s sipping out of a glass cup and another figure sits in the vacant seat next to her. The girl – who’s wearing something Y/N would love to buy – is chatting with the fellow she saw earlier. Her perfume is so strong that Y/N can smell it from her spot, and the scent is so familiar that she recognizes it immediately.

Upon the realization, she stands up from the stool hastily, setting the glass on the counter before going back onto the dance floor – a different type of distraction. She doesn’t last long, though, because someone is changing the song for Karaoke Hour, and the runner up is some girl – and the song she’s chosen sends Y/N into a furry of more memories and nostalgia.

Her breaths get short, eyes unable to focus on one particular item, and she’s reaching her hands out for nothing in particular, reaching out because she’s been abandoned for so long.

“Are you alright?” Daniella asks, lightly holding her left arm, one that Y/N had accidentally swung into her stomach.

“What’s happening?” Aisha asks, coming over to the group, abandoning her spot at the bar.

“Y/N,” Daniella tries again.

There’s tears trickling down her face, mascara smudging in the most cliche way. Her breathing has picked up so much she’s practically hyperventilating now, and her heart is beating faster than a 365 GTB Ferrari. Sweat builds on her palms and her underarms, and she nearly trips while stumbling backwards, her heels sabotaging her ankles’ strength.

“Let’s take her out of here,” Aisha shouts over the music, and the four of them attempt to bring her outside of the club. The majority of Y/N’s weight is on the girls around her, and she’s internally grateful they’re not as oblivious as former friends.

They sit her down on a bench, one of them wrapping a jacket around her shoulders as Aisha talks softly to her, sending two of the girls inside to get another glass of water. Y/N gulps half the cup down on her first go, and her breathing calms down after ten minutes.

After five minutes of sitting on the bench in the calmest degree she could manage, Aisha tells the three of them to get the rest of their stuff and pay the tab while she calls for a taxi cab, and Y/N feels guilty for ruining their girls night out.

“We can talk when we get home- if you want, of course,” Aisha assures her.

When Y/N’s certain they’re alone, she rambles. “It was just- so much, the lights and t-the songs and my p-purse and the perfume and ja-jackets-”

“I know, baby, I know,” Aisha coos at her, pulling her into a hug before the rest of the girls come out, and they file into a cab, scents of alcohol lingering on them.

***

When Y/N wakes the next morning, there’s seven missed calls in her notification center. Four are from the girls (about last night), two from a colleague at work, and another from Harry. Unplugging her phone, she clicks on his number, the phone dialing.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is raspy through the phone, and Y/N has a feeling she just woke him up.

“Hey,” she breathes into the phone. “You called?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “Aisha told me about last night; ‘was just checking in.”

“Oh,” Y/N sighs. “Yeah.. I’m okay,” she whispers.

Harry hums in response, and a few beats pass before he speaks again. “Did you hear he punched me?”

“What?” Y/N laughs. “Yeah right-”

“No really. I had to go to the hospital to make sure my jaw wasn’t fractured.”

“Wow.”

“I know- what a fuckin’ twat.”

It’s Y/N’s turn to hum, and Harry just laughs, rubbing his jaw from the remaining aches.

“Are things… bad?” Y/N whispers again, afraid somebody might shame her for being curious, for being worried.

“Worse than they’ve ever been,” Harry says back quietly. “I know you were Tom’s, but everything is different over here. It’s like this piece of our lives is just gone, and everyone has to work around it now.”

Y/N sighs and looks down, phone still to her ear as she thinks about his words. “Yeah,” she whispers before wiping at her face. “I get it.”

“I don’t know if you do, though.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Do you honestly think you’re meant to be apart?”

“Harry,” Y/N says sternly with another sigh. “I just- we’ve talked about this already. I’m tired of being the one that doesn’t matter.”

“But you matter to me,” he says back. “And Harrison and Sam and Tuwaine and Paddy and-”

“But who’s the base of it all?” Harry doesn’t reply, so she asks again. “Why’re you a group?”

“Because of him,” Harry admits. “No, yeah, I know, I get it,” he sighs too. “I just.. miss my home.”

“It was home to you but hell to me.”

“I know. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel guilty about doing what’s best for yourself.”

“Don’t be,” Y/N rubs at her face. “It’s whatever.”

“Will I ever see you again?”

Y/N looks to the window, glancing at the rays of light and the green leaves, and she ponders the thought.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”

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[notfckincool]

DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 10

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana embarks on a casual but obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and Kinky fuckery.

Its Negan so expect swearing and strong sexual content throughout

Chapter 10 - Giant box of sex toys

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana is invited to stay the night with Negan before he leaves for a long run. Seeing yet another side to Negan's personality, she realizes her feelings for her handsome fuckbuddy might run a little deeper than she cares to admit. (ctd from shower scene ch9)

WARNINGS🔞 marking, sensation play, sex toys, butt stuff. daddy kink, edging, lil bit o' fluff 

"You are mine now, to do with as I please. I don't have to leave until the day after tomorrow and when I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk. I'm going to make sure you can still feel me while I'm gone."

Legs clamped around his hips, face inches from mine, his words reverberate through me...I'm completely under his spell, caught up in the intensity in his dark eyes and the promise of his undivided attention. I've longed for this. Eyes still locked, he lowers me gently, smirking at the power he knows he has over me. 

"Now turn around princess let's wash that shit outta your hair"

My hair is lathered, massaged, and gently rinsed. The last of the blood of those who dared to defy us, swirling away down the plughole. A long but comfortable silence falls over us as his fingers glide softly over my neck, shoulders and arms. The first time we've been together without the constant banter and I don't feel the need to fill the space with chatter. I focus on his soapy hands moving firmly but gently over my body. A softness to his touch, a tenderness I'm not familiar with. He finds the knots above my shoulder blades, thumbs pressing circles into my aching muscles.

"Ugh...That feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, there...down a bit..left a bit"

"What about there?" he applies more pressure, chuckling as he squeezes a tight knot.

"Ow...fuck..ow..yeah...that hurts"  I laugh, wriggling beneath his strong hands "...Dont stop though"

"What about this bit…..right...here…"

"Oooooohh….you fucker" I squirm and chuckle" You really fucking love hurting me"

"Hahaha, yes I fucking do….and don't pretend you don't love it. Now stop fucking wriggling" He delivers a stinging slap to my wet ass.

"Ahhh"

"Never get fuckin tired of hearing that, princess" he chuckles giving me another slap.

"Ahhh. You're a sadist" 

He laughs a genuine warm laugh. I feel his breath on my neck and a row of delicate kisses. I react to his touch with a roll of my head giving him better access. Sweeping my hair aside, grazing me softly with lips and teeth, we almost feel like a normal couple….almost

"Yes I am...a sadistic fuck….mmmmm….your ass looks good with my handprints on it...and you girl, you, are a masochist....so what the fuck are we going to do about that?" 

Hands weaving into my hair, twisting until it's balled in his fist, his weight shifts behind me, lurching forward, pressing me splayed against the shower wall. My breath hitches, the sudden change in tone and temperament excites me. Teeth clamp down onto my neck, and I moan quietly as he sucks marks onto my skin.

"See.." his voice low in my ear "Fucking…..Mine". 

Withdrawing suddenly, he releases my hair and switches off the water. My heart pounding, I wait silently against the wall, listening as he moves behind me. I love the excitement of never knowing what he's going to do next.

...And then I feel the softness of his lips kissing my freshly bruised skin and I'm carefully turned around and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. I look up at him from under my lashes, mesmerized as he gently rubs my hair and tenderly pats me dry. Well this is….a whole new level of unpredictability. I'm surprised by this softer caring side of him but I've got to admit, I like it, and I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be a wife. Arranging the towel around me he tucks it in, my look of total confusion is lost on him as he flashes me one of his heart stopping smiles. He kisses my forehead before turning and grabbing himself a towel, tucking it casually around his waist as he strolls off into the living room.I peer around the door frame after him as he pours two drinks from an expensive looking decanter, following him into the room as he sets the glasses on the coffee table. He sits on the sofa, pats the seat beside him, I sit, like a good girl, and accept the glass he offers me.

" We did a great fucking job tonight….we make an awesome team"

"No one messes with us" I grin, raising my glass.

"Damn fucking straight!" 

Our glasses chink together and we take a sip, his eyes never leaving mine, watching me over the rim of his glass

"You did good…...I'm real fucking proud of you"

Proud of me? He leans forward to wipe a splash of liquor from my lips, his thumb lingering. Then closer still, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. My stomach does a weird and unexpected thing. That feeling you get as the rollercoaster tips over the first dip? And did I just blush? A smile plays at the corner of his lips, his thumb still lightly resting on mine. I find myself searching his eyes, softer now, and the wicked twinkle is back. Overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, I lean in…..and of course he pulls back, sinking into the sofa taking a sip of his drink. Damn it! Why did I do that? I know the rules. Trying to disguise my disappointment I fiddle with my towel and take a large swig, emptying the glass while thinking of something to say to ease my frustration.

"So, you all set for the run?" I ask casually. 

"Yeah, Simon's just finalizing a few things, then we're good to go"

"I wish I could come" I glance across at him. God, did that sound needy?

"Yeah.. me too... but I need you here" he glances back, looking sincere.

"You sure? I can be so much more useful..."

"Ana, no, it's decided." he interrupts "You're staying here" He drains his glass.

Is he angry with me? Did I go too far? Nodding, I draw up my legs, resting my chin on my knees, and stare pensively at the empty glass... I'll miss you...That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. What's wrong with me? I know what this is. Ok, enough now, stop being weird you'll scare him off and he'll pack you off back to your own room. I have him all to myself for tonight, and tomorrow, and I'm making the most of it. He looks back at me, resting his hand on my knee.

"You know, you're one of the few people I trust to handle things here while I'm gone...I need you….here"

More praise. My stomach does that thing again and I try to look cool, but I know he sees right through it. I need to get a grip. There's a long lingering eyelock and a bite of his lip before he snatches the glass from me and rises from the sofa with a chuckle. I hear him refilling the drinks.

"I got you something"

"Really? What is it?" 

Resting the refills on the table he sits next to me, passing me a box fastened with a satin bow. I look at him puzzled as he grins like an excited child on Christmas morning.

"You're gonna fuckin love this!...come on, fuckin open it"

I grin back and pull the bow, lifting the lid and stare into the box.

"Oh…...A giant box of sex toys…for me…..you shouldn't have" I smile

"Yeah! You fuckin love it, right? I knew you fuckin would. Don't worry they're all brand spanking new in the wrappers. Couldn't believe my fuckin luck when we came across this sex store on a run, surprisingly well stocked, not really survival essentials I guess, well except for you? nudges me and chuckles "Been keeping them here….cos…..Well.... I knew you'd fuckin appreciate...."He wiggles his eyebrows, his tongue poking out between his teeth. He's genuinely pleased with himself. 

"....ya know….Since I'm gonna be away…." he grabs my wrist. "…and it might be a while…." pulls me towards his lap. "....and I know how antsy you get if I'm not around to satisfy you..." I straddle him smiling widely."...so…." he grasps my hips tightly.".....you will wait for me until I get back…." rolls his hips upwards. "...no screwing around…" he grabs at my ass. "..no one gets to fuckin touch you but me…." squeezes my ass. "...you behave when I'm not here…understood?" He grips my chin firmly."... Are you gonna be a good girl while daddy's away?"

Oh yeah, I know what this is. I like this game and I'll happily play along. I am definitely going to make the most of it.

"Yes" I nod"

"That is exactly fuckin right." His grip tightening on my chin.

There's a sudden knock at the door that jolts us both. I sigh and reluctantly dismount. He answers the door, returning with a tray of snacks, a tub of ice cream, two spoons and a satisfied grin.

"Time to eat princess" He sets down the tray as I rummage through the box, selecting a large dildo, wiggling it with a smirk.

"Yeah... but look at this"

"Impressive" he chuckles sitting himself back down " I mean, not as good as the real fucking thing obviously" he clutches himself under the towel " but it should tide you over while I'm gone"

"You are so thoughtful" I smile sweetly

"I really fucking am" he grins " I am sooooo fucking good to you. Now eat. You're going to need your energy." he winks, I turn my attention back to the box, inspecting and unwrapping a shiny new butt plug, waving it at him.

"But daddy…  I want to play"

"Get back here on my lap you bad fuckin girl... I said eat...Now open wide princess" I look shyly at him as I open my mouth for him. "Oh princess..who do you think you're fuckin kidding? I know you can open wider than that" And then we feel normal again. We eat and talk and laugh, teasing and fooling around like best friends, as though the cruel world outside never existed. I get to see the part of him that no one else does, except maybe the wives. Maybe that's why they do it. Maybe it's not so bad afterall. A sliver of ice cream escapes the spoon, trickling down my chin.

"You're not doing a very good job of this" I laugh "I can feed myself you know" 

Leaning forward his tongue strokes over my chin and across my lips.

"Yeah, but this is more fun"

His cool lips brush against mine as he trails the spoon lightly down my neck and collar bone, cold metal grazing against warm skin. His eyes on mine he unfastens my towel and it falls away. The spoon continues its journey torturously slowly across the curve of my breasts, resting on a nipple which hardens on contact, sending a shudder right to my core. I react with a whimper and grind against him. He watches the spoon travel to the other nipple. I inhale sharply, grinding again.

Leaning in he licks slowly over my nipple, teasing with cold lips and tongue over the sensitive bud. My body begs for more, arching backwards, grinding rhythmically against the hardening beneath his towel. He reaches between us pushing it away, revealing his swelling cock, and pulls me to him as he takes my nipple fully into his mouth. Sucking, cold tongue swirling, teeth nipping and pinching. The other nipple between finger and thumb rolling and tugging. 

And just like that I want him.. again. Never get enough of the way he makes me feel, the way my body reacts to him. I want him on me, in me, but more than that, I crave the intimacy, the closeness. No longer satisfied with a quick casual fuck, am I becoming obsessed? Feeling him growing beneath me, all self control goes out of the window. I slide along his length, giving myself the friction I need, coating him in my arousal, my hands threading into his hair. 

"Look at my needy little princess getting herself off on daddys big cock" His hand grabs firmly at my hair and tugs. 

I know he doesn't feel that way about me. Just another toy, another plaything, willing to let him do whatever he wants, but I can't help myself. I always want more.

Reaching for the metal plug he dips and holds it in the ice cream, then puts it to my lips, offering it to me to lick clean. I hold his gaze, his eyes darkening again as my tongue swirls across the cold surface.

"I know what I want to eat next" he smirks "On your hands and knees princess"

Obediently I pry myself from his lap and position myself on all fours. His long large fingers slide tantalisingly between my folds, exploring the wetness flooding from me. Fingers gliding up and down from clit to ass and back again, spreading my arousal.

"Babygirl, you are fuckin soaked...practically dripping….and it's all for me….I want to taste that sweet honey now, princess, hold still for me" 

I quiver as I feel his mouth on me. 

"Mmmmmmm" he hums against me as he hungrily devours me and I desperately try to hold still as his tongue teases my pussy and ass. 

"Princess, I said hold still, and you better not cum until I say."

I feel his finger circling the tight hole, permitting him entrance as he slowly eases in. I inhale sharply, stifling a moan, holding off the inevitable.

"Fuck!" I gasp

"You like that princess?"

"Mhm" I mumble into the leather

"Use your words princess. Tell me what you want,"

"I like it...I want more...please"

"Good girl"

Another wet finger is pushed inside, stretching me. It feels so good I can't resist the urge to bear down.

"Oh god...I'm gonna.."

"..Tsk tsk" he tuts at me withdrawing his fingers, delivering a spank "I said keep still" he scolds

"Please...I'll behave" I plead, desperately needing my release.

"Yes, you will, darlin" 

The icy cold metal of the plug is pressed against my clit, it sends electricity pulsing through me. He teases my cunt, coating it in my juices, dipping it inside me, sliding its way to my ass where it rests. Pushing in a little he holds it there,fingers back to circling my clit, the perfect speed and pressure. My jaw clenches, eyes clamp shut, teetering on the edge of orgasm, I pant and clutch at the leather.

"Oh god, oh god...please"

"Breath princess, you're doing so well but, I want to hear you beg" he insists, pushing it in a little more, meeting resistance as I subconsciously clench, twisting, taunting me. I wriggle and get another slap.

"Fuck! Please"

"Beg me"

"Please...I need to cum...please...please daddy"

"You've been so good babygirl……"

Easing in further, the cold metal, the stinging burn on my ass, the rubbing of my clit, its overwhelming.

"Thats it, Babygirl…..cum for me" 

Pushing it in all the way, I'm sent soaring over the edge, back arching, trembling, convulsing. I cum so hard I feel it dripping from me.

"Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you…." 

The jewelled plug sitting snugly inside me, he runs his hand down my back, strokes tenderly over the sore pink handprints on my cheeks as I shake from the waves of pleasure rushing through me.

"...Mmmmm….your ass looks so pretty princess."

I feel him lining up behind me, running his shaft between my folds coating and wetting himself, teasing me with his tip. I'm still shuddering and shaking as he grabs my hips and plunges into me. 

"Holy fuck!" 

I'm completely filled. Holding me tight as I contract around him, he growls low, withdrawing slowly only to snap back in as far as he can go. I moan loudly, the double penetration almost too much to bear. Snap. Hold. Snap. Hold. Over and over. Every thrust as powerful as the last. Gradually picking up speed I brace myself against the sofa, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets his pace, hitting me deep inside, the sound of his groans triggering the heat again, building and spreading, washing over me. Praise and obscenities pour from his lips. Hard relentless fucking until he loses his rhythm, withdrawing quickly and the warm wet splash of his release spills on my back.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the sofa.

"Fuck, princess!...God fuckin damn!"

Gently, he wipes me down and casts away the towel.

"Does look good that pretty jewel in your ass, might request you wear it to the next savior meeting" he grins "our little secret, I'll enjoy watching you squirm" He chuckles. "Think you're gonna enjoy my little gift?"

"Sorry can't speak"

He laughs and lifts himself from the sofa, taking the box of toys and tray of snacks over to the bedside table, nodding for me to join him on the four poster.

"Can't walk either" I laugh

Shaking his head he scoops me up carrying me to the bed, placing me down gently and handing me a bottle of water. He lays down beside me, head propped on his arm, watching me sip the water. 

Reaching across me to the tub of rapidly melting ice cream, he kisses my neck and says in my ear

"Oh, I am in no way finished with you yet"

He grabs the tub and sits himself upright, loading up his spoon, looking at me with a dark smirk.

"Best eat up, princess. I promised to fuck you all night, and I am a man of my word"

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[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter vii)

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word count: 1,498

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: it’s the morning after and Thea has an important question for you.

warnings: Language.. I curse like a sailor I’m sorry.

a/n: This chapter has so much fluff it makes me want to die... but in a good way xx

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The sun and the soreness between our legs was what woke you up the next morning. Your body ached but in a very good way. You rolled over and looked at the sleeping man beside you, a smile coming across your face. He looked so peaceful like this, his full lips puffed out with every exhale, and his brows furrowed slightly together.

You couldn't stop your hand from running across the features of his face. Skimming his skin so softly. You wish you could take a mental picture and remember him this way forever. He looked so sweet and ador-

"Is this the part where y'murder me?" His husky morning voice broke your train of thought and your hand snapped back so fast from his face that he laughed.

His one eye slowly opened to peer at you, a smile spreading on his face, as he pulled you closer to him.

"Come here y'weirdo." He said, still laughing softly at the fact he caught you being so creepy. Your face heated with embarrassment as your hands clamped over it, burying yourself into his chest. Which only caused him to laugh more.

"What's wrong, love?" He questioned but you knew he knew damn well what was wrong. You groaned into his chest, wishing you could learn how to disappear.

"Shut it." You murmured, nudging his chest with your head. Hating yourself for being so weird. You'd freak out if you woke up and someone you slept with did that to you.

"Come on pup don't get shy on me now." He teased trying to push you out of his chest but you stayed firmly in your spot. Not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were.

"I'm going to make breakfast." You rushed the words out, trying to throw the blanket off you, and get out of bed quickly but his large arms wrapped around you pulling you back down to the bed. You let out a huff at being so manhandled, jerk.

"Come on. I was just messin' around." His smile still on his face as he leaned down nudging your nose with his own. He leaned back and ran his finger through his hair, pushing his messy curls out of his face.

You decided to change the subject completely since he obviously wasn't going to let it go. You pulled his hand that ran through his hair towards you, studying how well Thea had painted them.

"Not the best but she did pretty well." You commented, hoping he'd let the previous subject of you being weird as fuck alone.

"Y'didn't have any complaints 'bout 'em when they were wrapped around y'neck last night." His smug smile came across his face, as your eyes widened. You smacked him on the shoulder, causing his chest to rumble with laughter.

"Harold!" You shrieked, pushing him off you and getting out of bed. You quickly made your way to the kitchen. You busied yourself with gathering the ingredients for pancakes when Harry finally emerged from your bedroom with that infuriating smile still on his face.

He came up behind you and gave you a kiss on your cheek causing you to smile down at the bowl that now held all the ingredients. You mixed everything together with a whisk before turning around and giving Harry a proper kiss on the lips.

"Don't stand there and just look pretty, make me some coffee." You pulled away from the kiss and gave him a sharp tap on the ass to get him going. Him jumping slightly from the surprise of it.

"Watch it or I'll text Hemmings." Your eyes widened at his threat and he barked out a laugh at the shock on your face.

"That's what I thought, love." He turned to the coffee station that you had set up in your kitchen, getting to work on making you a much-needed cup. You wanted to snap back but the sounds of small feet walking towards the kitchen stopped your smart ass comeback.

"Morning." Thea rubbed both of her eyes with her tiny fist as she blindly made her way into the kitchen. She came to a full stop when she saw Harry standing in the kitchen.

"Harry stayed?" She asked, pulling out a chair from the table and sitting on her knees. Harry's head immediately snapped towards you causing you to laugh. The poor guy looked like he'd just been caught robbing a grocery store.

"Yeah he stayed. Is that okay?" You asked while finishing up the last few pancakes and Harry sat yours and his cups of coffee on the table and took a seat directly in front of Thea. He looked like he was about to go through a police interrogation and you tried your best to hide your smile as you sat down the plate of pancakes.

"Yeah now he can have pancakes with us." She said as she got off the chair and got silverware and condiments out of the fridge. Harry let go of the breath he was holding in and you just patted him on the back. Poor guy.

Once everything was laid out on the table, Thea happily grabbed a chocolate chip pancake and put it on her plate in front of her. You quickly put syrup on it for her before she tried to do it herself. Knowing she'd try to put half the bottle on one pancake.

She told you both of her dream of a large chipmunk destroying her tea party and crushing everything in its path like Godzilla. She stood up on her chair to try and reenact what happened but you told her to sit down. Making her giggle before apologizing. She was on her last piece of pancake when she looked up to you.

"Momma?" She asked, dragging her last bite of pancake around in the pool of syrup on her plate.

"Yes baby." You said, snapping out of your conversation with Harry to answer her.

"Is Harry your boyfriend?" She asked all wide-eyed. She sat up a bit more in her chair when Harry choked on his coffee and asked if he was okay. He nodded before his eyes moved to yours. You were really trying your best to hold in your laughter, your hand clamped over your mouth to stop the sound from coming out.

"Why do you think Harry is my boyfriend, sunshine?" You asked once you were finally able to compose yourself. Which took forever cause Harry looked like he'd rather be dead than sitting here and it kept making you want to giggle.

"Well," She started, sitting up straight in her chair, "This boy, Van, at my school, he says that girls and boys can't be friends. They have to be boyfriend and girlfriend. He said he wanted me to be his girlfriend so we could play on the slide together." She said like dating would be the most simple thing in the world and you hated the fact that eventually that pure idea would be crushed.

"Wat?" Harry sat up closer in his chair, gripping his cup a bit tighter. "Y'have a boyfriend?"

You rolled your lips into your mouth to stop the cackle coming from you as Harry looked like a fish out of water. You turned to Thea who had a confused look on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at her plate.

"Do you want to kiss him?" You asked, and you swore you could hear Harry's neck snap as his head turned to you so fast you were sure he broke his neck.

"Wat!?" His voice rising with a slight panic, your amusement wrote all over your face as he stared at you with wide eyes.

"Ew, no way." Thea pushed her plate away with a disgusted face. "I don't want to kiss anyone. That's so gross."

A sigh of relief left Harry. His hands, going to cover his face, elbows resting on the table. God if he stuck around he'd have to learn to deal with these weird questions kids had from time to time.

"Then you don't want him to be your boyfriend." You said taking your plate and Harry's to the sink. Thea following shortly behind you with her own plate.

"Good, I don't ever want to kiss a boy." She grimaced as she marched out of the kitchen into her bathroom to start brushing her teeth.

Your amused eyes looked over to Harry who looked like he had just been through hell and back and you couldn't stop the laugh this time.

"Shut up." He grumbled, his head laying down on his crisscrossed arms on the table. "I thought I was gonna 've a fuckin' aneurysm."

"Wait till she starts actually wanting to kiss boys that'll be when Mitch starts threatening kids." You smiled going to sit down at the table with Harry. Your hand resting on the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair.

"Think I'll help him with that."

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