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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑜𝑦𝑠 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Going into your shared room, Hongjoong nearly did a double take as he took in your position: limbs spread out, lace panties barely covering your still glistening folds, sweat beads still adorning your hairline while a discarded dildo layed right next to your body. Hongjoong had his hands on his hips as he scanned your sleeping figure.

"Were you that horny that you fucked yourself to exhaustion?" He wondered. You had indeed texted him hours before asking if he could come early because you felt horny, but of course he couldn't.

Going into the bathroom, he began drawing up a warm bath to soak his body in. Stripping himself off out of his clothes, he walked back over to you and carefully began to lift you up, causing you to whine softly and slowly open your eyes.

"Hongjoong?" You sleepily asked.

"Shhh. Just don't worry about it and go back to sleep." He cooed you softly whilst carefully laying your body inside the warm and bubbly water, the heat of it soothing your tired muscles.

When he pulled you onto his lap, you snaked your arms around his neck before burying your face on his chest. Hongjoong's fingers gently stroke your hair while his other hand ran over the upper part of your back. Seeing your relaxed state, he couldn't help but admire your features.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered softly.

The tiny smile forming on your lips let him know you heard him and he didn't mind, he wanted you to hear. Opening your eyes, you leaned up and began kissing him tenderly.

"Hongjoong..... make love to me."

Lifting your hips up, Hongjoong didn't break his kiss all while he positioned you on top of him so he could sink you down onto his cock.

"Anything for you my love."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

When you opened your eyes, the last thing you were expecting to see was none other than Seonghwa, who upon seeing you awake, immediately smiled at you. You had no time to say anything as he began crawling on top of you. Pushing you back down on the bed, hands placed at either side of your face, his lips hungrily closed over yours, tongue eventually coming out to press against your own.

"Did you have fun playing with yourself?" He asked with a light chuckle against your neck.

You tilted your head back and moaned out a response as Seonghwa began sucking a collar of hickeys along your neck.

"Did you make yourself cum darling?"

When he was answered by a tiny whine of yours, Seonghwa pulled away to pout at you.

"Why didn't you cum?"

Biting your lower lip in embarrassment, you looked away to stare at the wall.

"I don't know. I can never get myself to cum when I'm alone. I think maybe..... I'm missing something."

Wrapping your legs around Seonghwa's waist, you began grinding your hips onto his, making him hiss under his breath.

"And just what is it that you're missing my love?" Although he knew exactly what it was, he wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You." You bravely answered.

Satisfies with your response, Seonghwa pushed your legs off him and began lowering himself so he was positioned in between your thighs. You couldn't help the excited giggle that escaped your mouth as Seonghwa started to place sloppy kisses along your inner thighs, teeth occasionally sinking down on your skin. Your core began dripping in excitement every time his breath ghosted over your wet lips.

"I hope you're not too tired darling, cause I'm making sure you cum a lot tonight."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho made sure that his movements were cautious and gentle as he moved your body under the blankets as he had seen that your skin was starting to get goosebumps. He found it kind of adorable that you were sleeping with a long dildo shoved up inside you since he knew it was because you loved cockwarming so much but hadn't been able to do that because he had left on a business trip recently.

But now he was back and he couldn't be happier. Making a quick work out of his uncomfortable attire, he joined you in the bed and pulled your body against his. Hand reaching for the dildo still inside you, he slowly swirled it inside of you, causing a faint moan to be heard from you that soon turned into a whimper when your body felt the toy being pulled out of you, leaving you empty.

"Yunho..? What?" You mumbled as you looked back, your fist coming up to rub your tired eyes.

"I'm back my queen. And I missed you so much." He smiled happily at you as the head of his cock slid across your folds.

"Fuck- I missed you too." You gasped out when his monster cock once more stretched you open, more than any dildo could.

"Did you miss me? Or did you miss my friend?" He snorted as he nuzzled his nose against the nape of your neck.

"Mmmmm both." You answered with a sly smirk which earned you a slap on your thigh by your husband.

"You're lucky I'm feeling tired and soft and only want to warm myself inside your walls. Otherwise your face would be buried in the pillow."

Giving out a tiny yawn since it was late, you pushed further back onto him.

"Wake me up with a hard pounding?"

Yunho giggled at your request but nonetheless obliged.

"Trust me, I will."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang thought you looked absolutely sexy as you layed naked on your bed as a wand vibrator reclined against your thigh. Amused by the erotic image, he silently approached the edge of the bed and sat right next to you.

Taking a hold of the vibrator, he smiled wickedly to himself as he flicked the power button on, slight buzzing sounds coming out from the sex toy. Starting at your thighs, Yeosang pressed the head of the wand on your skin, your body starting to react yet you still stayed asleep. Wanting to test more out, Yeosang placed the vibrator against your clit. Your thighs pressed themselves together unconsciously and you began mumbling something incoherent as your body squirmed from the vibrations against your mound.

"Yeosang..." His dick got hard when he heard you calling out for him in your sleep, your eyes scrunching tightly.

"Oh fuck, are you having a wet dream baby?" He asked you although knowing you wouldn't respond.

You were indeed having a naughty dream, your brain imagining that Yeosang was thrusting in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that had the coil in your stomach breaking until you were pouring out secretions of your high. It felt so real to you and even after you had came, it felt like Yeosang was helping you ride out your high, wanting you to stay there a little bit longer.

Eventually you woke up and through hazy eyes, you realized it wasn't a dream as Yeosang stared at you intensely, the vibrator in his hand still being pressed against your clit. Angling it so it could hit deeper against you, you took a sharp intake of breath as you felt another orgasm piling up.

"Damn, you can cum even in your sleep."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You were stirred awake when you felt a hand tugging at the plug that was still lodged inside your ass, that hand belonging to none other than your husband who was grinning at you and your current state.

"I didn't know you were into these kinds of things." He yanked on the cat tail butt plug enough to make you jolt but not so much for it to be pulled out.

"Are you gonna make fun of me for it?" You tried frowning but the attempt to seem menacing was ruined by your bottom lip poking out in a pout.

San chuckled while shaking his head as he peppered kisses along your temple.

"No babygirl, I'm not going to make fun of you for it. I think it's cute.....too cute in fact."

His tone and actions had a complete 180° spin when he then turned you over so he could lay you on your stomach. Tapping on your ass, he commanded in a gruff voice:

"Ass up my little kitten."

You promptly did as he said and waited for him to undress himself. Your patience was rewarded when you felt San's cock push inside you. He gave you time to adjust and when he felt you were ready, he set a rather rough and intense pace that had you crying out his name. One of San's hand came over to cover your mouth.

"Shhh kitten, you gotta be quiet or our princess is going to wake up and then we won't get to play around anymore."

You let out a muffled grunt against his fingers as you felt your walls pulsating around him.

"Fuck if I had known being treated like a pet turned you on so much I would have bought you cat ears a long time ago."

Laughing softly in a teasing manner, San tugged on your tail once more just so he could hear your semi muted whimpering.

"You know I always did want a cute little kitten. Pretty kitten just for me to play with...." Reaching over, he began rubbing your clit to bring you closer to the edge.

"And now I have one."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Tell me little lady, did you have fun playing with yourself while I was away?" Mingi's voice was like silk, yet you knew underneath that seemingly caring voice he was hiding his jealousy and anger over the fact you touched yourself without his permission.

"I did actually. I made myself cum 3 times." Although it was a dangerous thing to say, the brat in you proudly boasted about it.

Mingi scoffed at that. "I can definitely top that without the use of a plastic dick."

Although you wanted to squeal in excitement when Mingi began restraining your hands and legs to the bed, you kept a haughty smile plastered on, wanting to further test him, which you guessed worked since he had brought out the red leather flogger he loved using on you as punishment. And you couldn't deny you loved getting punished.

"Such a naughty little bitch, playing around with her lady parts when I never gave her permission to." Mingi mused as he ran the tussles across your torso.

"Oh hush Mingi, stop pretending like you're actually going to go hard on me. Lately you hold back and your excuse is that you don't want our daughter to hear." You snickered at him.

Now it was Mingi's turn to smirk at you.

"Actually little lady, my princess is over with Yunho playing with his son. So we have the house all to ourselves and we can make as much noise as we want."

He stopped and that about that for a moment.

"Well...scratch that. I honestly don't think I wanna hear your bratty mouth anymore."

Going back to the opened drawer, Mingi's eyes sparkled as he held up a ball gag whilst slowly making his way back over to you. After installing it over your mouth, Mingi took a step back to admire his work of gagging and tying you down on the bed, the flogger swinging on his hand.

"Just like the first time we met."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Come on doll, you can do better than that for me. Can't you?"

Whimpering softly, you shifted your position so you could properly bounce yourself on the dildo that was deep inside you. After having caught you surrounded by numerous sex toys, you would have thought Wooyoung would have punished you for it, but instead he ordered you to play with yourself once more for him. Wanting to please him, you began grinding down on the sex toy, but obviously it wasn't enough and that's why you were currently now fucking yourself down on it.

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung let out a long sigh.

"Is that the best you can do? I know very well what a horny bitch you can be and I gotta say... I'm not impressed."

You whined at his words and bucked your hips with more intensity. Truthfully it wasn't enough for you and it seemed even Wooyoung knew that. Stripping himself out of his bottom clothes, he came up behind you on the bed and made you halt your movements which left you confused.

"You're not going to need this anymore." He told you as he pulled the dildo out of your wet hole and replacing it with his own dick.

It felt heavenly to have him penetrate you, and so your body started to instinctively move but Wooyoung's hands held you in place .

"No no doll. You don't know what you're doing cause you're just a dumb little cockslut that can't fuck herself properly...which is why I'm going to do it for you."

Stuttered gasps and half choked moans were coming out of your mouth as Wooyoung pounded into you from underneath, the heavy sound of skin slapping resonating through the room. You writhed and squirmed on top of him, eyes closed as you let your body succumb to the euphoric feeling of coming undone on top of him. Just as you were getting over that first high, your eyes shot wide open when you felt something vibrate against your clit, jolting your body into a frenzied overstimulation. Looking down, you saw that Wooyoung had placed a vibrator on your bud, his hips snapping back up at an even harsher pace than before.

"Come on doll, we're not done here until you make a mess all over me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Your body quivered awake when it felt something being pressed against your swollen and reddened folds, that something being Jongho's fingers that were tracing the outline of your mound.

"Holy shit baby did- did the pussy pump do that?"

You moaned in an affirmative manner when his thumb began rubbing slow and gentle circles around your clit, your breath hitching when he pressed a little too roughly.

"Are you really still sensitive baby?" He cooed at you softly as he smeared more of your slick around your folds.

"Mmm so much." You responded.

"I can tell. Your pussy is so swollen I can literally feel it pulsates against my palm."

You whined and shuddered when Jongho's large palm cupped your mound, lightly applying pressure down onto it. It was so fascinating to him to see how such a small toy could cause such a big effect on you.

"Fuck, it makes me wonder what it'll feel like to fuck this swollen pussy of yours." He stated.

"Oh my god! Please fuck it." You begged him.

Soon afterwards, Jongho was spreading your legs as far as they could so he could get a better glimpse in between your legs. He first teased you by running his bulbous head along your slit, that tiny action alone already making you leak more arousal.

"Ok I'm going to go slowly for you baby. If you want me to stop, just say so ok?"

You nodded frantically, wanting nothing than for him to stuff his large cock inside your puffy pussy. Even just fitting the head in was making you shake underneath him, but you told him to keep going until he was fully nestled inside of you.

"Shit, you're already trembling so much I'm not sure you'll be able to handle it baby."

You shook your head and began protesting.

"I can! Just please fuck me Jongho! Destroy my pussy until I'm numb!" You cried out.

Jongho stared at you in shock, yet nonetheless obeyed your command. Your gasp got caught in your throat and the pleasure from his merciless rhythm actually made you unable to produce any sounds.

"Ok fine. I'll make sure to fuck you until you you can't take it anymore."

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chanfictions · 3 years

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Akatsuki reader, partners...mmmmm maybe Hidan and Kisame.

Again, fem! The reader gets hit by someone else's technique.

(Or she was stupidly thrown something that she didn't have time to dodge).

The reader gets aroused and suddenly wants to have sex, whines, rubs herself against Kisame and Hidan, and they decide to help her ;3

(Either arrive at the base and fuck there, or right where they got rid of the opponents)

Hey anon! Sooooo, I know this isn't exactly what you requested. I couldn't for the life of me fit Hidan and Kisame into the same box to make this work, so I just stuck with Kisame. It started with your ask. One thing led to another and this happened. I got carried away with plot. Again. Hope you still enjoy!

Cupid

18+ Content! Minors DNI!

Kisame x Reader

Smut with a splash of plot. Unprotected sex-ish. Reader is assumed to be on birth control. Public sex-ish. Aphrodisiacs. Mentions of blood during combat.

You were sent on a mission together to retrieve a special relic that had some unexpected side effects.

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This mission was doomed from the start.

Pain had partnered you with Kisame on an infiltration and retrieval mission to acquire a powerful ninja tool being housed in a fortified military compound not far from the Hidden Sound. Stealth was your forte, so this sort of thing was right up your alley. While you had no hard-hitting combat skills to fall back on in the event that something went awry, you weren't particularly worried. As a phantom thief with a perfect record in your high profile heists, the thought of getting caught or needing to participate in a fight hardly crossed your mind. You insisted to Pain that you had never needed backup in the past and could easily do this yourself, but Pain disagreed. Kisame was assigned to you more or less as a bodyguard whether you liked it or not.

Kisame had been running solo since Itachi's death and had gotten a tad rusty when it came to fighting alongside another person. Your battle techniques got along about as well as oil and water. You favored covert sabotage and traps, and Kisame, well, Kisame was Kisame. Nothing that man did was small. He transformed every battlefield he encountered into a shark-infested lake before completely obliterating his opponents.

That's how everything went sideways. Kisame, bless his blue heart, was not subtle. You donned your camouflage jutsu and got ready to slink into the compound. "I'll pop a flare if I get into trouble. It's going to be much easier to sneak in and out without a 6'8" sword on legs following me. Just wait here."

Staring at the spot where he thought you were probably standing, Kisame's face twisted slightly. "This really isn't a good idea, Y/N." Unfortunately for Kisame, you were already long gone, and he was having a conversation with the wind. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against a thick tree, focusing on the compound not far off in the distance where you would be poking around on your own. He didn't like the idea of you going in there alone. You were still relatively new to the Akatsuki, and your skills had yet to be formally tested. Kisame got along with you quite well and rather liked you, so allowing you to dive head first into danger without any real offensive jutsu in your arsenal left him on edge.

That overprotective nervousness regarding your safety was what sent everything spiraling out of control. An alarm sounding from within the walls of the compound left Kisame bristling and looking skyward for a flare. As the seconds ticked by into minutes with no cloud of smoke rising into the sky and the clear sound of soldiers mobilizing inside, Kisame made the executive decision to throw your plan out the window.

What he didn't know was that the alarm you set off was a decoy. Oh, shit. After plunging the base into chaos, it occurred to you that you had neglected to tell Kisame as much. At that moment, you realized that Kisame was probably about to charge in, sharkskin blazing. Shit, shit, shit! Every profanity you knew blared across your stream of consciousness like ticker tape as you hurriedly snatched the relic longbow you had been sent in to retrieve. A gooey sap coated the slick wood which left you quickly wiping your palms on your thighs to clean your hands before making a beeline for the exit. The growing cacophony of chaos outside announced Kisame's arrival.

As you expected, things outside had gotten a little out of hand. Kisame was in the heat of battle, taking on an army by himself and winning. Jutsu flew across the battlefield like exchanges of elemental cannon fire. Half of a battalion was encased in water prisons and the other was fleeing from shark filled orbs of water. Kisame was grinning ear to ear as he swatted off one after another like whiffle balls with Samehada.

You quickly scurried across the scene, sneaking up behind Kisame and whisper-screaming to get his attention. "Kisame, you big dummy! It was just a diversion! I'm fine!!"

Surprised, Kisame turned an eye to where he assumed you were while sending another enemy flying with a swing of his greatsword with an amused chuckle. "Next time, you might want to tell me what your plan is. Here I thought you were fighting off an army all by yourself."

"No, that's just you! Come on, I got the thing. Let's go!" You danced around him to avoid the swings of his sword, still wanting to keep yourself out of sight. Upon seeing his feet shift, you turned around just in time to see a flurry of arrows flying your way in such a wide spray that dodging them was going to be a feat.

Kisame blocked what he could with Samehada, but not knowing where exactly you were, wasn't sure he had protected you. A yelp answered his question. You shimmered back into sight just in front of him. He missed one, and it had plunged straight through your thigh. A stain of your blood quickly began mixing in with the sap you had wiped on your pants earlier. "Damnit!"

"I'm fine! Let's just go!" You shouted over the clatter of weapons and incoming pursuit, getting ready to run. With a snarl, Kisame reached down and snapped both ends off of the arrow before unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and retreating.

Fortunately, the soldiers had been so devastated by Kisame's onslaught that they hardly had the numbers to launch a fruitful pursuit. In the chaos, they had yet to notice that you stole the very item this outpost had been built to protect. Once he had put sufficient distance between you two and the base, he searched briefly for some cover to deal with your leg wound and leapt down from the towering branches to set you down with your back to a barky trunk.

You were beginning to feel flushed and hot as a shiver of heat rattled through your body and left an oddly pleasant knot in your belly. Blood roared in your ears as your heart began to race. When you looked up at Kisame, something felt… different.

Kisame knelt down to look at your leg. "You should have been standing behind me," he chided while setting one large palm on your thigh to brace it while he used the other to remove the broken arrow shaft. An ache built in your core as you caught your lip between your teeth. The warmth of his hand sent a tingling sensation rippling through your body. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to hurt."

With massively dilated pupils, you stared at him hungrily. "It… didn't hurt," you breathed. With a deep inhale, you wondered how you never noticed how good he smelled.

Kisame stared back at you critically. "You're awfully sweaty for someone who wasn't running." Shock washed over his face after touching your forehead. You were positively boiling. "Y/N, are you feeling alright? Was there poison on that arrowhead? Your eyes..." Concern was beginning to bubble as he pulled the item in question from his pack, examining it, completely oblivious to the wild fantasies bubbling in your head.

He was so close. Your body hummed to life as that heat in your belly began growing in size. An ache throbbed through your core. Your heart was in your mouth. Every inch of your skin pricked with the need for contact. And Kisame… how had you never noticed just how hot he was? Sure, you had some occasional dirty, late night fantasies about him. But now? You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. The muscles rippling across his torso were hardly concealed by that black cloak. Even with those unusual features, his face was remarkably handsome, not to mention each time he spoke, shocks seemed to travel straight through your body and into your clit. Still with your lip caught between your teeth, you let out a sultry breath and ghosted your fingertips along his firm bicep. All that seemed to do was make your hunger worse.

Kisame, entirely oblivious to what was unfolding behind your eyes, just looked confused. The arrowhead didn't appear to have any substance left on it, and he couldn't think of another cause for your apparently unwell state. He unpacked some rudimentary first aid supplies from his pack and wrapped some gauze tightly around your thigh as a temporary measure to staunch the bleeding. Thinking that your stare focused at him was vacant, he snapped his fingers in front of your face to try to get your attention. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on with you?"

While his arm was extended, you latched onto it like a lifeline, nuzzling your face into his bicep and inhaling deeply. "Kisame..." You couldn't resist. You needed to touch him. Following that arm back to his torso, your hands traced every ripple of muscle while Kisame froze in shock.

You were his partner. While he undoubtedly found you attractive, this seemed like an odd time to suddenly declare your own desires. "What's gotten into you?" He wrapped his hands around your wrists, engulfing them entirely, as they traversed his muscular chest.

"Dunno… I just really… really need you." You used the grip he had to pull yourself in, burying your face against his neck and breathing deeply again. "You smell so good…"

A light heat rushed across Kisame's cheeks as you abruptly began coming on to him. Between your strange behavior and the thrill of the battle he had just been in, he was amped up. Your body being pressed so tightly against his was causing some complications to arise. His pulse quickened as you nuzzled and rubbed yourself against him. Feeling your breasts against his chest and your heated breath on his neck was distracting him from the issue at hand. "Y/N…" He let out your name in a low growl, intending it to be a warning, but it didn't quite come off with the bite he had intended. Hearing that word fall from his lips in such a tone just set you ablaze. A little moan escaped your lips, and you coiled yourself around him like a lusty little boa constrictor, trailing little bites and open mouth kisses on his neck, savoring every salty inch of his exposed skin. Another deep growl rumbled in Kisame's chest as he ran a strong palm up your spine to the back of your neck. "You're under the influence of some kind of jutsu," he breathed heavily, trying very hard to resist biting you back as his own desire built rapidly. There was no denying how steamy this situation was growing.

"Don't care," you whispered, nibbling at his ear as your hands wandered the chiseled landscape of his body.

"You're injured," he continued, now getting sucked into your lusty riptide, grazing your neck with pointed teeth.

"Don't care," you breathed again, beginning to unzip his cloak.

"We're in enemy territory," he murmured between bites on your throat that no doubt left marks before swallowing you in a crushing kiss. Those calloused hands ran up your sides, wanting to explore more but seeming hesitant.

"Don't care," you mewled, reaching for the waist of his pants, your fingertips grazing the impressive package Kisame was concealing, wiggling your hips for any kind of relief from the needy heat that was driving you to the brink of madness. Your panties were drenched. Your core ached. It was like you had been edged for two days straight without any kind of release. Every nerve in your body was hypersensitive to touch.

Another deep sound rattled in his throat. You ensnared him in this whirlwind, and there was no going back now. You undressed each other in a flurry of zippers and fabric, discarding one item after another in a heap upon the leaves scattered across the forest floor. You didn't care about the dirt. Nothing else existed to you right now outside of the deft hands moving across your body, making you arch your back and moan. His scent flooded your head. You were drowning in Kisame, yet felt like you were dying of thirst. You wanted him. Needed him. Your brain and body shared a singular focus. Neither the mission nor your bleeding leg mattered right now.

Kisame picked you up by the backs of your thighs, pressing your back against the rough trunk of the tree while leaving a trail of branding bites along your neck and collarbone, drawing a whine out of you. You wrapped your uninjured leg around his waist, grinding your soaked pussy against him and letting a lewd moan drift into the sky. That little bit of friction alone was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Your hands wandered, caressing every ridge and ripple of the muscle coiled like steel cables under his skin. This man was built. By now, you were well aware that he was hung like a horse as well. That impressive appendage was currently teasing the hell out of your hungering little hole. You could feel that broad head rubbing through your slick folds as you shifted. "Kisame, please," you whispered with a breathy lust, rolling your hips against him.

A low, raspy chuckle tickled your ear. "You're going to scream and give away our location," he teased.

"Then kiss me so I can't." Your desperation to have that massive girth inside of you dripped from every pore as you tangled your arms around his neck to pull him into a hungry kiss.

Unable to decline such a delicious request, Kisame shifted you to begin impaling you on his impressive cock painstakingly slowly, stretching your walls around him. He smothered your wails with his mouth. Your back scraped across the rough bark behind you, but you didn't care. This was divine. You tensed and whimpered, both aching to be filled and struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him. You clung to him for dear life, gasping and catching his lip between your teeth as he finally sheathed himself. Your core throbbed and pulsed. Nerves ached for input. You used your good leg to try to pull him in even deeper. Another little chuckle rolled through him at your enthusiasm and impatience. "Someone is eager," he teased again with a single thrust to punctuate his statement.

You mewled before biting his neck. "Kisammm-" He silenced you with a bruising kiss before any more complaints or moans could escape your lips as he began drilling you into that tree. Birds fled from the branches above from the force of his motions disturbing their roosts. You clawed his chest and back, screaming into his mouth as he repeatedly buried himself in your fluttering core. You were on fire. Each time your hypersensitive clit rubbed against his body, stars erupted behind your eyes. Sweat slicked your bodies as a steamy heat began to rise. The drag of your nipples against his skin sent rippling shocks of pleasure through your entire being.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled in your ear, large palms tightly gripping your ass as he drove himself into you again and again. You buried your face against his shoulder to let out a muffled wail as he sent you right over the edge. Your walls clenched tightly around him, eliciting a primal snarl from his lips. He sank his teeth into your neck as his powerful motions set impressions of that tree bark pressing into your back. With your good leg, you pulled him even deeper, arching into him as you flew off into orbit. A palm slammed over your mouth as he railed you into that tree to stifle the litany of cries erupting from your throat. Your head hit the wood behind you. He kept you pinned firmly there while fucking you into oblivion.

Your world melted away into nothing but the input of pleasure ripping through your body. The surrounding forest faded away. All you could hear was your own muffled heavy breathing, Kisame's grunts, and the slick sounds your bodies made between rhythmic contact. Every inch of you pulsed and throbbed with heat. Orgasm after orgasm tore through you in a continuous wave that left you with numbed legs and a soaked core. Your head was adrift in the clouds, the situation seeming impossible. Your new partner railing you against a tree in enemy territory was not your plan for this mission, but hell, you weren't going to question it. Your body ached and hungered for more. You kissed him as though he were your only source of air and you were suffocating.

Kisame picked up the pace, digging his fingers more firmly into your ass while keeping a tight clamp over your mouth to muffle the inhuman sounds you were making. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you lost yourself in another powerful crash of an orgasm, strangling his impressive girth with the crushing grip of your walls. A low growl and a series of curses rumbled through his body into yours as the depth of the thrusts increased until the hold your pussy had on him sent him over the edge and milked him dry. He growled your name through his release, gripping you tightly against his firm body. The combined sound of your heavy panting was the only thing that could be heard over the breeze rustling through leaves overhead.

That fog in your head slowly began to lift as you caught your breath. Your muscles trembled with fatigue as you dropped your head against his shoulder. "Fuck," you whispered through heavy breaths, slowly running your palms up his chest to his shoulders. Still pinned against the tree with his length buried within you, it took a moment for you to remember where you were. A soft hiss escaped your lips as he shifted your weight, reminding you that there was still a bleeding hole in your thigh.

"You good?" A raspy chuckle rumbled under your head that you had resting against his chest. He maintained his grip on you for the moment, not sure if you were about to go weak in the knees and collapse into a heap if he let you down.

"Yeah, I'm good," you giggled, turning your heated cheek against him before grimacing again when you looked down and saw the rather unfortunate state your leg was in.

Kisame slowly slid his length from you before gently setting your feet back down into the crunchy leaves littering the forest floor. With an arm still around your back for the sake of your stability, he glanced down at what you were eyeing, spotting your wound and what looked like a stain of pink that wasn't blood still flushing the surrounding skin. He carefully brushed his fingers against it, picking up a swipe of the gooey substance that you had wiped on your pants earlier that had seeped through the fabric and into your wound when you were hit. "What's this?" He inquired curiously, giving it a sniff.

"Some sap or something that was oozing from that bow," you breathed, shifting your weight onto your good leg and breathing heavily still as you leaned into him.

Kisame let out a hearty laugh. "You didn't wear gloves when you handled it, did you?"

Your face paled. You had entirely forgotten Pain's instructions regarding the handling of that weapon in your haste to leave with it during Kisame's little rumble with the defending army. "Oh, god -- damnit." An embarrassed laugh started shaking your shoulders as you defeatedly let your forehead fall against his chest.

"That bow is made of cherub wood. While it makes excellent longbows, its sap is also the primary ingredient in aphrodisiacs," Kisame teased. The embarrassed giggling overtook you and melted into genuine, hysterical laughter.

"Woops."

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clonewarslover55 · 3 years

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hello do you think you could write soft echo smut please🥺

Playful and fluffy couch "fun" with Echo

Echo X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Absolutely!! I am soo sorry this has been sitting in my inbox since like November. I loved this request btw and I am soo sorry I didn’t get to it before I took my break.

Notes: I hope this isn’t bad! I am a little rusty lol

I did a Fem!Reader instead of a gender neutral one, I hope that’s okay!

Also! I know you asked for soft smut….but I made it a bit more playful! Still soft though! (if none of these are what you wanted in this request please request this again so I can write you another!)

Warnings: Before the Bad Batch era by a lot, fluff, established relationship, smut, playfulness, Echo is a considerate angel, unprotetced sex!!!BE SAFE!!!

You sat on your couch beside the love of your life, gently teasing his thick curls of hair. Echo had his head on your shoulder, enjoying your soft touches. He was so relaxed, his eyes half lidded as he struggled to stay awake.

A thought popped into your mind. You glanced at his relaxed face one again, a grin pulling at your lips. Shame…..He was adorable when he was this relaxed.

You gently scraped your nails down the back of his neck, a feeling you knew Echo loved. He shivered, his whole body seeming to twitch in excitement. He huffed, sitting up quickly, a glare on his handsome face.

Echo’s scowl got bigger when you began to laugh. He was too cute! Echo was definitely planning revenge already, but you were too busy laughing to notice.

Your mistake.

Echo grabbed your legs which were curled on the couch, and yanked. You screamed in surprise when he dragged you down flat on your back, Echo quickly crawling on top of you to pin you down with his body weight.

You struggled in a playful manner, shouting his name and pathetic pleas of ‘I’m sorry!!’ None of which worked. Echo flopped on you like a loth cat would, all of his weight was on you. He was heavy!! You gasped for air dramatically, swatting at his sides.

“You’re a butt Echo!” He gasped in mock offense, looking at you with wide eyes. “Me?? A butt? Never.” He scoffed, smiling when your glare grew more intense.

“I’ll….” You paused to think about a good way to get him off, “I’ll…...I’ll tickle you!!” Echo laughed, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Go ahead. I’m immune.” You sighed loudly and stopped struggling, giving up.

Ugh, you loved this fool so much.

You both sat there in silence, Echo’s hot breath on that one really sensitive spot on your neck. He was doing it on purpose, the ARC trooper knowing exactly what turned you on.

Echo smirked against your skin when you squirmed a bit, your underwear growing damp and uncomfortable. “What’s the matter honey?” You scoffed at his sweet deep voice. How he said that drove you insane, and the bastard knew it!

“You know what!” You squirmed more, finally hitching one of your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Echo’s eyes widened, his pupils blowing out in lust. You brushed your nose playfully against his, drawing him in for a sweet and deep kiss.

Echo pressed his body firmly against yours, slotting his hips with yours. He stroked a calloused hand along your thigh, grabbing it and moving it over his other hip. Echo loves to be as close to you as possible, he just enjoys your warmth and the intimacy of it all.

He was also very careful as well, moving one of his arms beside your head so he could take some of his weight off of you. Echo was very considerate of your needs.

You nearly purred against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck so you could play with the hair at the base of his neck. A small giggle left your lips when he shivered, Echo pulling away slightly so he could glare.

He made you laugh more just with a look. “I’m sorry!” You spoke through your laughing, Echo rolling his eyes in mock irritation. He sat up and pulled off his shirt, tossing it on your face. You continued with your fit of giggles, tossing the shirt onto the floor.

“You’re lucky I love you….” You smiled at his words, your laughing finally coming to a stop. “Oh I know.” You grinned cheekily, Echo helping you with your shirt and bra. Well it was technically HIS shirt……...

“Always straight to business.” You spoke, trying your hardest to mock his sexy voice. He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your throat. “The ARC Trooper way.” He purred in your ear, his lips attacking your throat.

You threw your head back, exposing more of your sensitive throat to his incredible lips. You put one of your hands on the back of his neck, teasing the sensitive skin while your other hand ran down his side to the waistband of his sweats.

The sweatpants were dark blue with little white republic logos on them. You had bought him and Fives matching sets a while back. You yanked at his waistband some, Echo getting the hint and helping you slide them down his thin hips.

He awkwardly kicked them off and onto the floor, huffing with effort. He didn’t have on any briefs underneath, which made things quicker for you. Echo was already hard and ready, his cock head shining with pre-cum

Just looking at his cock made more wetness rush between your legs. He quickly distracted you by moving his lips to yours once again though, his cock pressing into your thigh.

His lips moved perfectly against yours, his tongue eagerly slipping between your lips to wrestle with yours. You moaned into the kiss, your eyes closed in bliss. Echo smirked against your lips when he removed your thin pajama shorts.

Both of you were very excited and ready now, so he didn’t do his usual teasing trick with your underwear. He just slowly removed it with his thick fingers instead of his teeth this time.

Once you were both finally naked Echo ran a finger through your drenched folds. He grinned, pulling away from your lips with a smirk on his face. “Don’t look at me like that trooper.” You smirked back, playfully biting his bottom lip.

Echo chuckled, nipping back at your lips as he slowly pushed a finger into you. Echo always checked to make sure you were ready and could take him. You moaned, throwing your head back once again.

He had been on Coruscant on leave for the past two days and wasn’t to return for a few more, so you two had been very….busy…. Whenever he had a long leave like this you two made sure to take your time with one another. Echo was a very fast learner.

You gasped when Echo found one of those spots that made your toes curl. He had a very good memory, and boy did you love it.

Echo quickly removed his finger, bringing it to his kiss-swollen lips to lick it clean. Your walls clenched around nothing at the erotic sight. You whined loudly, glaring daggers into your lover. Echo chuckled deeply, the sound sending waves of pleasure down your spine.

You scoffed, Echo quickly cheering you up with a kiss. You gasped into his mouth when he pushed the head of his cock into your heat, pressing your body up into his. He groaned out your name as he slowly pushed all the way into you.

Echo pressed another soft kiss to your lips as he began to slowly and deeply thrust into you. He moved his head to your neck, burying his face into your skin. He pressed a soft and sweet against your hot skin with every thrust.

“Oh Echo.” You moaned softly, your nails softly gripping his shoulders. You always tried to not scratch him up too much; but when he hit that certain spot only his cock could ever reach you lost a bit of control.

You saw stars, cries of pleasure leaving your lips. Your walls clenched him tightly, Echo moaning loudly at the feeling. He picked up his pace some, both of you getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I love you.” He panted, pressing his damp forehead against yours. You smiled, looking up into his beautiful eyes, “I love you too.” Echo kissed you again, his kiss making you feel even more excitement.

His pace started to become a little messy as you both got closer. Echo reached down between your bodies, finding your clit. His lips stayed on yours as he brought you over the edge, swallowing your cries of pleasure.

You saw spots as you came, your fingers and walls gripping Echo tightly. Echo gasped when he came, his eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. You laid your head back as he came, the feeling of him painting your inner walls causing you to shiver more.

You rode out your orgasm together, Echo weakly thrusting until he had finished. He held you tightly as your body shook with little aftershocks, pressing soft kisses to every little bit of available skin he could reach.

“We should take a bubble bath in a few.” He mumbled into your neck, his body relaxed and fit perfectly against yours. “Mmmmm…...Good idea baby.” You muttered back, the soft cloud of bliss keeping you from opening your eyes.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Kneel | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Tom and reader arrive separately to a party. Reader notices Tom in his blue suit of sex and decides to tease him a bit. But is she going to have pay later for the state she puts Tom in.

Warnings: Smut, Light BDSM, dom!Tom, Teasing, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Orgasm Control, Orgasm, Doggy Style, Begging, Aftercare, Spanking

Strong arms wrapped around your waist as you cooked the eggs on the stovetop.

“Mmmmm. You always know how to treat me right, darling.” Tom hummed as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Bold of you to assume that these eggs are for you.” You turned to kiss his cheek before pulling the pan off the stove.

“I would cook eggs for you.” Tom pouted as he leaned against the counter to pull his running shoes off. “I need to refuel after my run.”

You glanced back, unmoved.

“I would do the same for you!” he pleaded.

“And I end up with food poisoning. No, thank you.” you smiled as you turned and slid a plate under Tom’s nose. “Here.”

Tom’s face lit up as he inhaled the smell of eggs and toast before grabbing the plate and sitting down at the table, you joining him with a plate of your own.

“Don’t forget about the party tonight.” Tom reminded between bites of toast.

“That’s tonight?” there’s a twinge of whining in your voice.

“I’m afraid so. And I won’t be able to ride over with you.”

“What!? You didn’t tell me that before?” You threw yourself into a full-blown pout. You hated the crowds and hated them even more when Tom wasn’t there holding your hand.

“You can blame Luke for that one. Interviews all day for the new project. I’m having to get ready at the last one of the day.”

“Remind me to punch him the next time he comes around.”

“Give him an extra punch for me.” Tom kissed your forehead as he cleared his plate. “I’m going to get ready and I will see you tonight.”

As Tom turned to clear his plate, you fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him down into a searing kiss, lips hungry.

“Be sure to wear something sexy.” you smiled as you released your grip on his shirt. Tom smiled down at you.

“Do I wear anything else?”

You glanced down at his running attire, complete with a hole in one sock and a fraying hem on the shorts. Tom met your glance with narrow eyes and turned away.

“Don’t say it!” he bellowed down the hall.

“Hobo chic! That is what you wear!” you yelled back, giggling into your cup of coffee.

“I said don’t say it.” Tom commented before walking out of view.

You dreaded getting ready for the night’s festivities. Instead of working, you watched the clock tick down the seconds.

As the car pulled away later that evening, your phone beeped.

In the car?

You smiled. Tom knew you all too well.

Unfortunately, yes.

I will meet you inside after I run the gauntlet. I love you.

Love you too.

You tucked the phone into your clutch and stared out the window, mind racing about having to walk the carpet and getting inside the venue. The car stopped, and you took two deep breaths as you gripped the handle. You contemplated having the driver turn around and take you home, but decided against it.

The gauntlet went as well as can be expected. You don’t garner as much attention when you walk without Tom. A small blessing. Once inside, you beelined for the open bar and waited for Tom to make his entrance.

You giggled at a joke someone at the table as you saw a flash a dark blue out of the corner of your eye.

You rose to slip behind Tom and curled up onto your toes to reach his ear.

“Is that the suit you wore on Colbert?” you asked as your fingers teased along his shoulders.

“I believe so.” his deep baritone rumbled against your chest.

He turned to face you with a smile.

“The shirt and tie too?!” you found your heart racing at the sight.

Tom wrapped his arm around your waist and leaned down. “You said wear something sexy.”

You swallowed and collected your thoughts for a moment. “You look so fucking hot in that suit.” You ran your fingernail up his arm. You smirked as Tom shuttered at your touch. “If it wasn't so crowded in here, I'd let you fuck me so hard, right here, right now.”

Tom paled, and you leaned over him to grab a glass of champagne, pressing against him. You turned to walk away but Tom held you back, sliding behind you.

“What happened to the proper lady I married?”

“She saw you in that suit.”

Tom followed you back to the table.

Tom spent most of the night, squirming in his seat, unable to find a comfortable position.

“Everything all right, dear?” you asked as you rubbed his thigh. “You keep squirming about.” you gave him a knowing smirk.

“I’m fine.” Tom replied curtly, shooting you a murderous expression.

“Are you certain?” you batted your eyelashes as your slid in and up, your nails grazing against his cock through the thin fabric of his suit.

Tom grabbed you by the wrist, his nails bit into the skin as you removed your hand from his leg.

“Ask me again and you’ll regret it.” he turned to stare at you as he spoke through a strained smile.

You smiled before you turned to the person next to you and engaged in conversation.

Tom half listened to the conversation with the other people at the table but continued to sneak sideways glances at you throughout the night. He didn’t trust you, didn’t trust himself.

You weren’t as forward with your teasing of Tom, but still touched his shoulders or arms as often as possible. You stifled your giggles when you noticed Tom tugging at his clothes or shifting his seating position, knowing why he was doing so.

“I’m going to grab a drink from the bar, honey,” you leaned over him making sure he had an excellent view of you cleavage down your dress, “can I get you anything?”

“Nothing for me, thanks.”

“Not even a water, you seem a little flushed.” the corners of your mouth tugged upwards. “Are you sure you are feeling okay, not coming down with something?” Your hand squeezed his shoulder.

“A water would be delightful, darling.” He reached up and squeeze your hand hard. “Thanks.”

You nodded and headed off. There was a small line at the bar, so you waited. As you stepped forward, someone grabbed you by the waist.

“We are leaving.” Tom’s deep baritone rumbled in your ear.

“Why?” you couldn’t help but giggle against his chest.

“You know full well why, now come along.” Tom’s stern voice offered no room for negotiation as he pulled you away and beelined for the exit.

The two of you gave hasty goodbyes and stepped into the night air. The car was waiting and Tom opened the door for you. You slid in and he followed behind you.

“How dare you tempt me all night?” Tom growled as he pulled you tight against his side in the back of the car.

“You wore that suit.” you countered back as you leaned against him.

Tom nipped behind your ear, finding that spot that made you melt.

“You said wear something sexy.” Tom’s lips trailed down your neck. “I do as I told unlike some.” He pinched your side.

“Can you blame me?” you ran your fingers along his thigh. “I mean you are sex incarnate in this suit. I can’t help the power the suit has over me.” You squeezed his thigh, eliciting a moan from Tom’s lips.

“You need to learn some self-control, darling. We will start some lessons as soon as we get home.”

You shivered at his tone. “Yes, darling.”

You rode the rest of the way home in silence, save the occasional whimper or moan as Tom continued to nip and kiss your pulse point. You grew wetter by the minute.

As the front door shut, the tension in the house electrify the air.

“Upstairs.” Tom commanded as he pulled your coat off and placed his keys and wallet on the table. “Strip down to your underwear and wait for me.”

“Yes, honey.”

Tom grabbed your arm and whipped you around to face him.

“Yes, what?” he stared down at you as his fingers flexed around your arm.

“Yes…” you contemplated your next word carefully. “… sir.”

Tom’s lips curled into a smile and he kissed you.

“That’s my girl.” he praised. “Now do as you’re told.”

You nodded and hurried up the stairs to the bedroom. You shut the door behind you and unzipped your dress, allowing it to fall at your feet. You folded it over the back of a nearby chair. You stood only in your bra and panties, and glanced around the room, uncertain what to do next.

You lie down on the bed and stretched your arms and legs. Your thoughts wandered to Tom and that damn suit and your fingers journey to find your clit. You teased along your slit to collect your wetness for lubrication.

You hummed as you closed your eyes, teasing yourself closer and closer to release. You didn’t hear the door open.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?”

Your eyes popped open to find Tom standing at the end of the bed, his nostrils flared and his eyes flashed an angry blue.

“I—”

“You tease me all evening.” Tom shed his jacket with a flourish, his feet are bare. “You failed to address to call me sir.” You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch Tom undo his navy tie. “And now I come up here to find you playing with yourself without permission.”

You gulped as he undid the buttons of his shirt, baring his muscular torso.

“You never learn.” Tom tsked. “You never listen.”

“What are you going to do?” you asked. “Sir.” you added quickly.

Tom smiled. He crossed the room to come to your side of the bed. “Look at you trying.” He pulled you to standing and led you to the end of the bed.

“Look at you trying.” His finger traced the curve of your cheek. You smiled. “Unfortunately, it is too little, too late.” He jerked your chin up to face him. You gasped.

“Kneel.”

Your mouth dropped open and froze in place.

“I said… KNEEL!” his voice reverberated against the walls.

You lowered yourself to the floor, balancing on your knees.

“Now…” Tom took a step closer. “… help me with my trousers.”

With trembling fingers, you undid his belt and pulled it through the loop, dropping the belt to the floor. You moved on to the zipper.

“Good girl.” Tom purred as you shimmied down both his suit pants and boxers down to his ankles, pooling against his bare feet.

He stepped out of the clothing and tossed them onto the chair with the rest of the clothes. His cock was erect and in your face as he returned.

His fingers intertwined in your hair as he moved closer. “Relieve the tension you caused, pet.” he popped the “p” in the word “pet.” You reached up with your hands to stroke him but he clasped your wrists, twisting them behind you.

“… with your mouth. If you can’t keep your hands off, I will be forced to bind you.”

You placed your hands on his thighs for leverage, looking up for approval. Tom nodded. You took him into your mouth a little.

“Fuck, darling. I forgot how amazing your lips feel on my cock.”

His praise spurred you on and took more of his cock into your mouth, your tongue flat and wide. Tom’s head fell back as he thrust in and out of your mouth slow but steady.

“Take all of me.” Tom laced his fingers in your hair as he pushed further into your mouth.

You relaxed your throat to allow him to go deeper. No easy task with Tom.

“Yes!” he called as he thrust in earnest, gripping the back of your head for leverage.

Tom’s moans caused you to ache with arousal. You removed one of your hands to stimulate yourself but Tom snatched your wrist.

“Don’t you even dare to think about touching yourself!” he growled as his other hand tugged your head sideways and his cock popped out of your mouth with a wet sound. “This is not about your pleasure!”

He yanked you up to standing by your wrist, nails biting into you, certain to leave a mark. He shoved you onto the bed. You bounced once with a squeal.

“I am ready to have my fill of you.” Tom climbed onto the mattress next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, flipping you onto all fours, and ripping your underwear away.

His fingers teased along your exposed pussy. “So wet, naughty one.” You leaned back against his hands, desperate for release.

The crack of his other hand as he smacked your ass, echoed.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so, darling.” his voice dripped with lust and power. “Is that understood?”

“Ye..yes..sir.” you stuttered out.

Tom thrust into you without further warning. The sudden fullness seared with heat.

“Fuck!” you moaned as you gripped the sheets.

Tom leaned forward. “Yes, pet, I will fuck you. You are mine to do as I please.”

Tom snapped his hips sharply with each deliberate thrust. His breath heavy as his release drew closer. His grip on your hips bruising.

“I’m close, darling. Are you close?”

“Yes.” you breathed, not daring to move. “Please.” you pleaded.

“Please what, darling?”

“Please, Sir, let me cum!”

“Have you earned it?” Tom’s thrusts started to become more erratic, his orgasm imminent.

“YES! Please, please let me cum, Sir. I will be good.”

“As you wish.”

Tom’s hands snaked down to find your clit and rubbed against it. The extra friction was all you needed to tumble over.

“Tom, fuck!” you yelled as you clenched around him.

Tom continued to thrust as you clenched around him and he soon followed with his own release, spilling into you.

“Ahhh! Gods!” he moaned as his thrusts slowed and you continued to ride out your own orgasm, milking him.

You collapsed out of exhaustion and Tom tumbled down beside you. Your bodies slick with sweat. Tom reached across and grabbed your wrist, kissing the marks on your pulse point.

“How are you, darling?” his tone soft, just above a whisper.

You shifted to face him and gave a soft smile. “Good.”

“Too much?” his eyebrows raised in concern.

“No, dear.”

“Fancy a hot bath?” Tom pushed the hair off your forehead to kiss your temple.

You nodded. Tom got up to head to the bathroom. “I’ll run it for you and come and get you when it’s ready.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, especially when you wear that suit.” you hummed as your eyelids fluttered open and close.

“That’s why I wore it.” Tom called over his shoulder, disappearing into the bathroom.

You drifted off to the sound of water running and Tom singing to himself in the bathroom.

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knifefather · 3 years

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How about Mista showing Bucciarati some appreciation for mothers day? Maybe some tiddie sucking? 🥰

MMMM BRUNO I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. You got a sexy noggin, boi. You know that I love me some BruMis mmmmm mmm MMM

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Mother’s Day sexy times, mentions of alcohol, sex toys, nipple sucking, and mommy kink. 18+ only as always!

Everyone in the restaurant was parting ways for the night. The parking spaces in front of Libeccio became more and more empty as the sky darkened. The gang had taken Bucciarati out to dinner as a gag for Mother’s Day, but the Capo took the joke lightheartedly. Everyone provided him with different gifts and tokens of appreciation, and after that, the team enjoyed their favorite food. Abbacchio went all out on purchasing wine, so nobody left the table without having at least one glass (one glass was all it took for Fugo to get trashed). By the time Bucciarati made it to the sidewalk outside, his eyes were a bit unfocused and the smell of the sweet spirits still lingered on his breath. With his arms full, he began walking home.

“Need some help there, Mom?” came a voice from behind him. Bucciarati turned around to see Mista standing there, his arms outstretched and ready to take on some of the load. He was grinning at his own joke, per usual.

“Very funny. Yes, if you don’t mind,” Bucciarati said, handing him a few bags and opting to carry the rest himself.

“Not at all.”

The two men walked side-by-side down the sidewalk. Many families were still lingering around, escorting their mothers and grandmothers into cars and presumably about to head home for the evening. It warmed Bucciarati’s heart to see so many mothers being loved by their children, and vice versa. The thought was tinged with sadness as he thought of his own mother, and the lack of affection that she provided him when she was still around. He went quiet as he pondered this, almost forgetting that Mista was beside him.

“Bucciarati,” Mista said, breaking the ravenette’s train of thought. “When we get back to yours, I actually have a gift I forgot to give you at the restaurant. You’ll still accept it, right?” the beanie-wearer asked, another grin playing on his lips. Bucciarati raised his eyebrow curiously, giving him a look before returning his gaze to the sidewalk.

“That’s fine. You all spoil me, really,” Bucciarati reasoned. His apartment wasn’t far now, he could see the outline of his building against the darkening sky. “It’s your day, you deserve to get spoiled, Mom,” Mista joked, nudging his shoulder. Bruno couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re milking it for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

Mista gave him the side eye. “’Course. I could call you Mommy instead, ya know.”

Bucciarati chuckled. “I might prefer that, actually.” Mista said nothing in response, pursing his lips. Even after Bucciarati looked away, his gaze still lingered on him. The mafioso’s place wasn’t far, and he couldn’t wait to get there and give him his gift.

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“Close your eyes and put out your hands,” Mista requested, his tone giddy. He was excited to give Bucciarati his Mother’s Day gift, almost vibrating in his shoes because of it. He wasn’t sure how the Capo would react, but it was worth a shot.

“Is this necessary?” Bucciarati questioned, but nonetheless followed his instructions.

“Duh.”

Mista leaned forward to where Bucciarati was sitting on the couch. Carefully, he placed a light package in his leader’s hands. When Bucciarati opened his eyes, he beheld the poorly-wrapped gift. Though, the wrap-job was oddly endearing. With deft fingers, he pulled the wrapping paper away. He made a confused face when he looked at what was underneath. Then, his face smoothed in understanding, a flirty grin coming to his face. Mista had gifted him a pair of lovely blue nipple suckers.

“Well, what do you think?” Mista asked, biting his lip.

“I’m not sure what these do,” Bucciarati said, feigning ignorance. “Why don’t you help me out?”

Mista took a sharp intake of breath. His loins were beginning to stir already, but he swallowed and moved closer to Bucciarati. With an unsteady hand, he grabbed the zipper of his jacket and pulled down, exposing his chest even more. Bucciarati’s puffy brown nipples were on display, already hardening from being looked at. Mista shakily opened the toys, taking one of the suckers and giving it a few test squeezes. “They go on you, like this,” he said, applying the toy to his chest. Bucciarati gave a deep, shaky sigh as Mista pitched his nipples with the suckers. When they were on, Bucciarati felt almost winded. His cock began to become more interested, hardening in his trousers while Mista played with him.

“That feel good?”

“Mhm,” Bucciarati hummed, sticking out his chest for Mista to see. His chest looked so wonderful like that, his nipples erect, his tattoo rippling with every breath he pulled in. “It would feel much better with your mouth on them, though,” Bucciarati whispered, setting a hand on his teammate’s leg suggestively. Mista was screaming on the inside, he felt like he was going to explode. But on the outside, he kept his composure, removing the suckers to make room for something better.

“You got it, Mommy,” Mista responded coyly, knowing that he was pressing Bucciarati’s buttons. The Capo gave him a heavy-lidded look before guiding Mista onto his lap. Their hearts both raced as Mista lowered his head, latching onto one of Bucciarati’s stiff nipples. He squeezed the other pectoral reverently, groaning from the sensuality of it. His cock was now completely hard and no doubt jabbing into the other man’s stomach.

“’M sorry,” Mista muttered from his chest, looking up at him apologetically.

“That’s okay, baby. Keep going,” Bucciarati encouraged. He held the taller man faithfully to his chest, cradling him. Mista shivered in his lap but enthusiastically sucked on his chest, laving over his nipples with a wet and eager tongue. “Keep going for Mommy,” he added, his breath coming in more ragged. This sparked something inside of Mista, because he began to grind against Bucciarati as he sucked on him. With a little ‘pop’, he unlatched before giving his other pectoral the same treatment.

Bucciarati was eating up the attention, moaning and rutting his chest against Mista’s lips. He ripped off his beanie and instead let his fingers sink into his curly locks, holding him. All the while Mista massaged his tits, squeezing and kneading, having the time of his life. At the rate they were at, Bucciarati felt as if he were going to cum in his pants. “Guido...” Bucciarati moaned, his head lolling on his shoulders. “You’re gonna make Mommy cum... Can you help me? I need just a bit more, baby,” he cooed, moving one of Mista’s hands to his crotch. The mafioso nodded eagerly against his teat and began to palm the bulge between his legs enthusiastically.

It took no time at all for Bucciarati to cum under Mista’s ministrations. The Capo’s body trembled as he reached orgasm, still grinding into Mista’s palm. The gravelly tone of his words had disappeared and were instead replaced by sweet, mewling sounds of pleasure. Mista could have came just from Bucciarati’s moans alone, but he was patient. He unlatched himself from his tits, his nipples littered with little marks from his teeth. Both of the men were sporting wet spots on the front of their pants, varying in severity.

“Good job Guido, very good job,” the mafioso praised, petting Mista’s hair gently. Mista gave a pleased sigh and nuzzled into Bucciarati’s chest, feeling satisfied even though he didn’t get to cum. On that thought, Bucciarati guided him away and onto his back. Mista’s could hear his own pulse ringing in his ears as Bucciarati peppered his neck in kisses. “Thank you for the Mother’s Day gift,” he said, smirking against his neck. “But I have a present for you, too. Close your eyes and unzip your pants,” Bucciarati said sassily, mirroring Mista’s words from earlier.

“Is this necessary?” Mista retorted, chuckling at the pointed look Bucciarati gave him.

“Duh. But, I could unzip them for you, if you’d like,” Bucciarati replied, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness.

Mista’s eyes reflected the same deviance. “Please do, Mommy.”

#wow wow what a sexy ride #mmm #brumis #guido mista x bruno bucciarati #knife asks #my work #jjba #not sfw #cw mommy kink #cw nipple sucking #cw sex toys #cw alcohol mention #dejabru #guido mista #Bruno Bucciarati

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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idk if i missed the boat on monster march but mer + indruck + nsfw? maybe something like that scene in from the depths where duck is rubbing off on indrid's tail but... not interrupted by abominations? with treasured human pet talk?

Nope, the boat is not missed. I’m pretty much taking these until the last few days of the month. Here you go!

There are rough days. There are bad days. There are terrible days.

And then there’s whatever kind of godforsaken day Duck is having.

It started with Winnie coughing up a hairball right on his pillow. Then he was out of coffee, trudged to the store to get some only to discover he left his wallet at home. Saying “fuck it” and spending the rest of his day at the beach seemed the best call when it came to turning things around.

Turns out his ex thought the same thing, and what started as an attempt to be pleasant while crossing paths ended with some thoroughly unkind comments about Ducks suitability as a partner, including his temperament, laugh, and appearance.

His first spot for decompressing in the sun was overrun by seagulls, the second by a group playing New Wave hits at full volume, and on and on until late afternoon, where he trekked up the boardwalk to discover the Wolf Eel Bar and Grill was out of french onion soup. He went for a conciliatory sandwich at Amnesty Lodge instead. Barclay, saint that he is, gave him a two-scoop cone on the house when he went to pay the check. Duck retreated to the most secluded seaside spot he knows, the one where if anything happens to him, no one will see it, to enjoy his rocky road in peace.

Then the cone toppled, the half eaten top scoop falling into the water and the bottom one hitting the rock.

This is why Duck is now on his back, on the tidepool dotted rock, muffling a frustrated scream in his palms. A tap on the shoulder interrupts him.

“Don’t be sad. Look” two tan hands hold the now-gritty ice cream out to him, “I could not save the one in the water, but this one is only a little sandy. “

“Uhhh” Duck blinks at the merman bobbing in the waves, “no that;s, uh, that’s fine. Don’t feel like gettin sand in my mouth.”

The mer glances at his hands, back up at Duck, “May I eat it?”

“Knock yourself out.” He decides not to linger on whether this counts as feeding the wildlife. The merman is mid-bite before he even finishes his sentence.

As the creature of the deep happily stuffs his face, Duck wonders why he chose this of all moments to talk to him. The merman first appeared a month ago, observing Duck while he was doing tide checks. A day later, he swam parallel to the shore as the ranger went for an evening walk. After that, Duck saw him whenever he was near the ocean.

Duck prefers a life without too much weird, and thus ignores the strange and unusual unless it whacks him upside the head. Even then, he tries to shake it off and go about his day. So when the mer hauled himself onto the rock closest to the patch of beach Duck was reading and snoozing upon, the human gave him a cursory nod and went back to his novel. He only glanced up once, to see the merman sketching on a pad of paper; the mechanics of this happening in or near the water intrigued him, but not enough to make him talk to a fucking mermaid.

“Mmmmm” the merman licks his fingers, “I like the little white bits in it best.”

“The marshmallows?”

“Yes! That’s the word.” He paddles his hands in the water to clean them, “you have very good taste in iced cream.”

“Uh, thanks.” Duck scrubs his face, not wanting to leave his oasis of solitude but not sure what’s going on here, “is there somethin I can do for you?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing. You are clearly having a bad day, and I wanted to improve it.”

“Man you don’t know the half of it; shoulda seen what happened when I wasn’t near the water.”

“I did. Oh, oh dear, that sounded creepy. I’m a seer and enchanter by trade, which means I can see timelines as they unfold. And, ah, I kept an eye on your futures today in the hope they would improve. Especially after that conversation between you and your former partner. I did not like how they spoke to you.”

“Not like I was a model of dignity and calm.” Duck scratches the back of his neck.

“True. Nevertheless, were you my human, I would say far kinder things.”

Duck lays back down with a snort; he appreciates the sympathy, but today it feels like the universe has made it clear how little kindness he deserves.

“It is the truth. I would tell you that you are patient and kind. That your laugh reminds me of the shorebirds when they are joyful. That I have seen sunken ships laden with jewels and pearls larger than my eyes, yet when I hear the word ‘treasure’ I think of your face.”

The human rolls slowly onto his side, facing the waves. Rock digs into his shoulder as he studies the merman. He’s staying close, but seems to be waiting for permission to be in Duck’s space.

“Why are you sayin all this?”

“Because it is true, and I like you.”

“You barely know me. Hell, I don’t even know your-”

“-Name. Ah, apologies, I am always a bit ahead. I’m working on not interrupting as much. And my name is Indrid.” The mer rests his arms on the rock, sets his chin on the back of his hand, “You are right, we do not know much about each other. I do not know where you grew up, but I know you take great pride in showing groups of small humans the tide pools and teaching them about the sea. I do not know what you like to read, but I know that I can sit near you and draw without you fleeing in fear or trying to take a photo of me.”

Duck reaches out, presses silver hair behind Indrid’s ear, the lilting voice seeping under his skin, suggesting that maybe he’s not as terrible as he thinks. Like maybe something better is waiting for him “now you gotta tell me somethin’ about you.”

Indrid purrs, rubbing his cheek into Duck’s hand, “I used to live in Atlantis, but I took on a role that let me travel and see more of the world, both my own and that of humans. I settled here recently because the nearby mers are not territorial and the fishing is good.”

Rock catches his clothes as he scoots the last inches to the edge of the stone, “How come your drawings don’t get ruined by the water?”

“Enchantments. Though I did get Dani’s human to bring me waterproof paints.” He mirrors Duck’s arm, reaching out to play with the humans’ hair, his tail keeping him easily afloat in the water.

The ranger closes his eyes to focus on the cool fingers stroking his forehead, “you really wanna spend your evenin’ playin’ twenty questions with me?”

“Yes and no. I came to see what would make you happy. If talking with me is the answer, that is what we can do.”

Duck groans at the reminder of why he’s hiding among the hermit crabs, “Gotta be honest, not sure what’d cheer me up. Everything I tried today backfired.”

“Let me try something.” Indrid’s face goes worryingly blank, then he grins, “I foresee an option that might help, though you will think it self-serving. I have a vision of you joining me for a swim.”

“Water’s a little chilly for that.”

Indrid zig-zags his finger through the waves, “Try it now.”

It’s like sticking his hand into a warm bath, “that ain't gonna mess with the fish is it?”

“Not at all. The spell only applies to you.” Indrid swims backwards as Duck strips down to his trunks, “here, there’s a sandbar where you can stand as long as you need.”

“Plannin on keepin me in the water awhile?” Duck teases, paddling over to join him.

“If you will let me.” The mer circles him, and for the first time Duck notices the gold-red fan-shaped fin on his lower back, “I have many other things to tell you. For instance, if you look at that kelp raft, you will see otters in the next twenty seconds.

Four well-camouflaged bodies surface to their left. As they splash about, Duck remembers the time he mistook one for a piece of driftwood in the dim light of morning, tells Indrid the story as the otters play.

Something smooth and strong brushes his leg. Indrid is floating close enough that his tail keeps bumping Duck as they talk.

“Hey, uh, could I, uh, could I look take a look at, uh, um-”

There must be timelines where he asks, because Indrid turns onto his back and adjusts so the last third of his tail waves in front of Ducks’ torso. The mixture of yellow-green and burnt burnt umber reminds him of an Undulated Moray, though the tail ends in a V instead of a point. Stroking one side leads to a splash and a sigh as Indrid twitches in the water. Duck continues the motion, the skin like that of a ray, and relaxes more with each pass. It’s soothing him and, judging by the tension leaving the muscles under his hands, Indrid as well. In fact, the merman is now so limp, his head is under the water and looks to have been for some time.

“Fuck” Duck lets go, moves to fish him out only for Indrid to contort and swim so they’re chest to chest.

“Oh right, gills.”

“Indeed. That was lovely. May I, ah, examine you as well.” There’s a purr in his voice. Duck nods, and the mer slips beneath the surface. His fingers trace along Ducks legs, then drag up the back of his thighs, pressing more firmly when they reach his ass. Duck barks a laugh, so the Indrid does it again before gliding his hands up to his shoulders.

“Mmm, all of this feels as supple and strong as I hoped. Such a sturdy treasure I’ve found.”

“Jesus.” Duck gasps as Indrid nuzzles the base of his neck.

“A perfect treasure, sitting on the shore with no one to look after him.”

“Indrid.” His dick twitches in his trunks as the mer curves around to meet his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Will you keep talkin like that?”

Indrid loops his arms around Duck’s neck, “So polite. Perhaps I shall take my treasure back with me, keep you as I would a spoiled pet. Caress this wonderful body, see the most handsome face above or beneath the water whenever my heart desires.”

“Nnngh.” Duck whimpers, wrapping his arms around Indrids waist and hiding his blush in the crook of his neck, “M’not worth that kinda talk.”

“On the contrary, you are worth more than all the wealth of Atlantis, my treasure.”

Duck makes weak sounds of protest, the cruel words of the morning and his own mind drowned by Indid’s whispers. The merman is smiling at him in a way no one ever does; like he’s seeing Duck with all his flaws, fears, and hopes laid bare and wants to keep looking instead of turning away.

“You deserve so much more than this day gave you. Will you let me offer something better?”

Duck nods, raises his head, “c-can I kiss you first?”

Indrid dips his head down. His saltwater kisses wash away the miserable day, replace it with curious lips mapping his own. A low, soft hum emanates from Indrid as cool scales stroke his legs. The tail starts low, petting his calves, but as the kiss intensifies it drags up to his thighs, flicking and teasing his crotch.

“Fuck.” He’s groaning, bucking his hips in search of more as the mer smiles, indulgent and wicked. The next tailstroke is drawn-out, undulating across his folds and rubbing his dick.

“Does that feel good, pet?” Indrid pecks his cheek.

“Don’t those visions show you the answer?” He tries for casual, even cocky, and it comes out as a gasp instead as the tail grinds side to side.

“Yes, but answers can change. I want to do as you wish, treasured one, not as my foresight tells me.”

“It feels so fuckin good, sugarAHfuck, ahnnnyeah, hell yeah.” He squirms as the tail thrusts, the tip bumping his ass when Indrid angles it for a better pressure. Then the mer stops.

“Remove these, sweet one.” He snaps his waistband, “I want to feel my perfect human slick and warm against me.”

Duck braces on a nearby rock to pull the trunks off, having only time to set them out of tide range before the mer slithers around him once more. The alien texture of the scales sets him moaning, his hips pumping erratically in hopes it might envelope his cock entirely. All he manages is a rhythm that brings him out of sync with Indrid. Panic circles his stomach at the possibility that this will be yet another part of the day that goes haywire.

“You needn’t work so hard, my treasure.” Indrid coos, “plant your feet on the ground. I will take care of the rest.”

The ranger does as he’s told, Indrid wriggling so Duck is straddling him a few inches from the start of his tail. Satisfied with their positions, the mer cups his ass with an appreciative “ooh,” then uses it to force Duck up and down the colorful ripples of his tail.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so much better darlin, thank you, fuck, keep doin’ that and your human will do whatever the fuck you want ‘im to.”

“I want him to enjoy himself.” Indrid kisses each of Ducks arms when they drape over his shoulders.

“Mission fuckin accomplishedfuck, god I wanna feel you on every fuckin inch of me, wanna kiss this fuckin stunnin face of yours until the sun comes back up, wanna--uh, Indrid, what the fuck is that?” A slit is opening in the upper part of his tail and something of considerable size is emerging from it.

Indrid smirks, “Do you think you’re the only one getting off on this, pet?”

“Oh holy fuck” Duck goggles at the “was not expectin’ there to be two.” He slides a hand between their bodies, runs his thumb from the head of one cock down to the base where it joins the second one in the world's most obscene “V.” Indrid trills, thrashes his tail when Duck treats the other side the same way.

“ThaAAAaat’s wonderful but, but you needn’t do it on my account. I c-can attend to it once you are satisfied.”

Duck circles one shaft with his hand, gives it a firm, determined stroke, “Sugar, I won’t be satisfied until you’re as fucked out as I am.”

“Oh” the mer looks surprised, “in, in most futures you were too perplexed by them to want such a thing, goodNESSgracious oh, oh Duck, that’s exquisite.” He fucks the human up and down his tail in earnest, “I should have known it would be, you’re so talented my pet, so thoughtful AHgods below and above the next time I am going to spread you on the nearest patch of sand and take you in whichever way you choose, make my perfect pet go mad with pleasure.”

“Dunno, might make you use that sweet-talkin mouth on my dick instead of lettin you fuck me.”

“You say that as if it is a bad thing and not a delicious outcomeoohhh” the mer rolls his hips in time with Duck’s, “that’s it sweet one, right at the base between them yes, yesyesyes” cum spurts into the darkening water. Duck releases his hold, only to be dragged back and forth so roughly he grabs Indrid’s hips for dear life.

“Fuck, right there sugar, lemme rub off on you like that, yeah, fuck, fuckme that’s so fucking good ohfuck, Indrid, ‘Drid!” He cums, heat shooting through him so intensely it’s amazing the water doesn’t boil. He clings to Indrid like an anemone to rock, pressing breathless kisses into his neck.

When he looks up, his hiding spot is coming closer, Indrid swimming them there with ease. The merman retrieves his swim trunks from where they were cast away, presents them to him with a flourish. Duck laughs, pulling them on before pulling a towel from his little reusable bag.

“Don’t know about you, but I feel a hell of a lot better.” Duck lays down on the fabric, rock beneath it still warm from the sun.

“I was alright to begin with, but I take your point. That was wonderful. And I am glad I could make you feel better.”

There it is again, that smile that makes Duck feel more seen than he has in months.

“Don’t suppose you’d be up for makin me feel better tomorrow too? Not that I hope it’s as shitty as today, more that I get the sense seein’ you will make me feel better even if I already feel pretty damn good.”

Indrid raises up enough to kiss Duck once, tenderly, on the lips, “I would like nothing better, my treasure.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #mermaid au #monster march

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apexqueenie · 4 years

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I’ve Missed You (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, A N G S T

Hey everyone! I’m super excited to post the first request I’ve gotten by @bubblegum-bnha

Thank you all so much for reading!! Enjoy da spiciness❤️

“Sh-shoto,” you breathed, “again…?”

Shoto brushed his lips down your bare stomach, nuzzling against your soft skin. “Mmmmm why not?”

“Shooooooo-” you said as you playfully lifted his face off you. You looked into his dual colored eyes and smiled, happy to have such a wonderful boyfriend. “I have a patrol tomorrow and...I’d like to be able to walk you know…”

Shoto sighs in defeat and lifts his naked body off yours, shifting to cage your head in between his elbows. “You know I love you, right?” he mumbled, slowly lowering his face to yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep and slow kiss, a complete 180 from the rough and passionate one you were having ten minutes before. He pulled away, leaving you nearly breathless. “I love you so much more Sho” you smiled.

He smiled back and sat up, allowing you to get off the bed and retrieve your clothes scattered around the room. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” he asked.

You shook your head no. “don’t wanna get caught by your old man again, remember last time?”

Shoto grimaced, remembering the ugly encounter the three of you experienced just a month ago. Endeavor caught you both (fully clothed) on the front porch, Shoto planting kisses along your jawline. Furious that his son was ‘tarnishing the Todoroki household’, Endeavor forbade Shoto from leaving the house for an entire week. He would hate to imagine what would happen if he caught the both of you naked. Sho still lived with his father just like his big siblings Fuyumi and Natsuo. As much as he wanted to move out into a place of his own, he was only 18. His pride wouldn’t allow himself to borrow his father’s money for a house. Instead, he bides his time, saving whatever he can from his hero career.

“Good point” he said, getting up to put on his own clothes. He watched as you slid your arms through your jacket and opened the window. You turned around, giving your lover one last ‘I love you’ before sneaking down to the roof of the second story floor. Shortly after he saw your figure disappear into the darkness of the night, he closed his window and sighed, walking to his door to grab a glass of water downstairs. That plan went to shit as soon as he opened the door.

Endeavor’s large stature filled the doorframe, radiating a mixture of anger and disappointment. “Shoto,” he said, dangerously calm.

“Father,” he replied, unfazed, mirroring the same glare he was given.

Endeavor sighed, bringing a hand up to his face to pinch the top of his nose, “I thought I told you to stop seeing that girl?”

Uneasiness hit Shoto’sentire body. Did his father find out about the two of you sleeping with each other? Relax, Shoto thought to himself, he didn’t say anything about that yet.

“I had someone install cameras around the property for...safety reasons…” Endeavor said, but Shoto could see right through the lies.

Shoto’s face scowled up at his father, “And?”

“And, I saw her come out of your window, Shoto. I understand you two do a lot of hero work together, but I think she needs to-”

“She has a name” he hissed.

“She-”

“(y/n)”

Endeavor sighed, getting more and more frustrated with his son’s behavior. Ever since the fire hero became number one in Japan, he’s tried to become a better father towards his kids, talking to them, spending time with them, giving them the attention they should’ve had a long time ago. Still, he hasn’t forgotten about making his youngest son the greatest hero in Japan. The Todoroki family has high expectations from the public, and with the elder siblings having no interest in hero work, Shoto was the only one to continue the legacy.

“Fine, I think that (y/n) needs to spend less time with you” Endeavor grunted, crossing his arms.

“Less time with me?” Shoto scoffed, “Enji, you don’t control me-”

Enji, not father, Shoto has struck a nerve. Endeavor’s face erupted in flames in a clear display of dominance as he glared down at his son. “Do you even hear yourself Shoto? You’re lacking at your job again, almost letting a civilian die the other day! Why? Because you failed to take your eyes off her when there were people in danger, (y/n)’s a hero for Pete’s sake! She can save herself when a civilian can’t!”

“I-“ For once, Shoto showed his father genuine emotion. His father was right, he did do everything that was just said. The guilt of that mistake crawling back to the pit of his stomach. “I thought the place was clear of civilians-” he started.

Lie. He knew there was one left, and he assumed the lady would run, but she didn’t. She was frozen with fear.

“And now you make pitiful excuses for your behavior?” Endeavor narrowed his eyebrows.

Shoto looked down, unable to say anything else in return. He remembered encasing the woman in ice before the debri could fall on her, but he could only do that because you were there, frantically pointing to the frightened lady before dodging one of the villain’s attacks. If you hadn’t done that, well...he didn’t even want to think about that. There was no excuse for his behavior. He turned his back on the helpless to focus on you, and that itself might as well be a crime.

His father sighed and extinguished the flames, placing a hand on Shoto's shoulders, “I understand that you love her Shoto, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. That’s four times this year so far, I can’t let you get distracted so easily when you’re putting civilian lives in danger-” Endeavor paused, bracing himself for what’s to come. He didn’t want it to come to this, but he had been pushed too far, so he said it.

One simple sentence, just one, was all it took to throw his son off track completely.

Shoto slapped his father’s hand away and stepped back in and anger. “What?!?”

“Shoto-“ Endeavor started

Shoto’s left side was the one erupting in flames now. “No, no I will not…I-“

“Shoto, it has already been arranged. Your mother has agreed to the arrangement as well.”

“M-mom?” Shoto stuttered, his parents actually agreed on something? The flames died down as he bowed his head, his anger dissolving into guilt. If his mom, his number one fan, had taken notice, then he really is screwing up.

“Yes, Rei is...worried about you Shoto, everyone is”

Silence.

“Of course, she supports this relationship anyhow, foolish if you ask me-”

Shoto couldn’t hear the words, it was all gibberish. He tried to get upset at his father, like he used to be, but he couldn’t. He knew it was his fault. Ever since he met you on the field, your quirk nearly outdoing his, he couldn’t help but awkwardly ask for your name, asking for a date, asking for your love. He was head over heels with you, the fire from your relationship burning brighter than what could ever be created through his left hand. But it was burning too bright, blinding him from seeing reality, preventing him from doing his part to protect the lives of others.

Endeavor looked at his miserable son, feeling slightly guilty from bringing this upon him so quickly. “You leave in 2 weeks son, I’m sorry but, this is what we think is best for you” he said before walking away to give Shoto space.

Shoto sat at the edge of his bed wondering what the hell he was gonna do now.

***

In the blink of an eye, two weeks have passed, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. You were always smiling with him. He'd rather see that for two weeks than dampen your personality with his own problems...but that backfired on him once he realized he had to tell you at some point, and that had to be soon. This was his last day with you, and you both chose to walk in the park at night, enjoying the emptiness and the cool spring breeze.

“Shoooooooo” you whined leaning up against your boyfriend’s arm “talk to me, you’ve been so moody today”. Your beautiful eyes looked up at his tired ones, pleading for an explanation. He stared back with sadness, striking anxiety in you, but you waited, giving him time to collect his thoughts. You thought you were prepared for anything...anything but this.

“I’m leaving”

Your eyes widened, “what? Waiiit, you’re just joking aren’t ya-“ but you looked at him, and he was dead serious.

“You- you’re done with me?”

The mood shifted quickly, the cool air surrounding you both turning ice cold.

“What? No, I’m leaving for America in about two hours. I love you more than anything (y/n), and I would never leave you”

You looked down at your feet coming to a stop in the middle of the pavement. That piece of news was just as bad as the last. Emotions flooded your system as you tried to process his words. America? That’s so far away.

“...For how long?” You asked quietly.

“Four years” he sighed.

Four years

Your stomach dropped as you struggled to absorb that information. “Sho, why-?” You started, biting back the tears that threatened to fall.

Shoto pursed his lips, unable to look you straight in the eyes, “My family said I need to focus on being a hero, that our relationship- that I was putting lives at risk-“

“And you agree with them?”

“Yes (y/n), I-“

“And you hadn’t bothered telling me you were leaving Shoto? You kept this from me until the last fucking minute when we said we wouldn’t hide anything from each other???”

“I didn’t have a choice (y/n)-”

“Of course you have a choice! What? Now that your daddy’s the number one hero, you have to-”

“My mother said it too (y/n)!” Shoto yelled. He never yelled at you, and seeing you flinch like that broke his heart. He reached out to you, your figure slowly backing away from him. “I’m sorry baby, I-“

“No” you interrupted, tears falling freely from your eyes “no, I understand, if...if your mom wants you to go then, then you should go”

Shoto tried to grab your arm, but you were fast, and quickly ran aimlessly through the park, ignoring your boyfriend’s cries for you to come back. You ran for what seemed like hours until you realized you were at the city limits. Away from the pain, away from the sounds of the city, away from Shoto- but the guilt was there, gnawing at your chest like a parasite.

You should have stayed.

You should have told him you love him.

You should have said goodbye.

But you didn’t, you let your emotions take control, you let your anger get the best of you and now you’re paying the consequences.

You placed a hand on your stomach, wincing at the physical pain that was catching up to you now that your adrenaline was gone

You should have told him you were pregnant.

It was too late now. Still, you ran back to his house, ringing the doorbell impatiently for someone to answer the door. Fuyumi answered, hair messy from just waking up, glasses sitting crooked at the bridge of her nose.

“(y/n)?” she blinked.

You grabbed her shoulders, shaking her wide awake. “Where’s Sho?”

“You uh, you just missed him, he was looking around for you for as long as he could but dad dragged him off to the airport” she said, clutching on to her glasses.

Shit

You fucked up big time, now he’s gone.

“Dammit” you cursed, sinking to the floor. “Fuyumi… I didn’t get to say goodbye” You wiped the tears from your face, but they just kept falling, one after the other. “He told me but...but I freaked out and ran away and imjustsuchafuckindumbassandijustwantshototocomeback-“

“Hush hush, let’s get you inside first before you catch a cold” she said, urging you inside. She made you tea and listened to you ramble on about Sho for nearly an hour. You really loved that idiot. After you calmed down a bit, she grabbed a hoodie from his room, handing it to you neatly folded. “Here, he’d want you to have this”.

You took the hoodie, holding it close as you breathed in his scent. “Thanks…” you sniffed. “I’ll get out of your hair now Fuyumi, thanks for listening to me”

“Are you sure you don’t need a cab home?” she asked, grabbing her phone to call a Todoroki family chauffeur.

You waved your hands “ah no thanks, its ok, my house isn’t that far from here anyways.”. You got up and hurried to open the door before she could insist any further.

“(y/n)?” she said. You stopped, the door halfway open. “You’re welcome to stop by anytime for tea”.

You smiled and whispered a thank you before embracing the cool night air again and starting the walk home.

***

For four years, you kept your child secret, careful not to make it known to the public that you were raising Shoto’s child without him. After a year of “hero vacation” you resumed your hero work as normal, re-designing your costume to cover your stretch marks. The public didn’t need to know the drama. The last thing you needed were headlines all over the news that Shoto had ditched you and… for him to read those headlines in America and forget about his studies to rush back to Japan.

Your beautiful baby boy was born with bright turquoise eyes, with the right one later reflecting the same color as yours. His soft hair bright red, definitely a Todoroki family marking. The physical similarities to Shoto ended there, the rest were attributed by none other than you.

You watched in adoration as your son sat on the floor, playing around with the action figures he received from “uncle” Deku and “auntie” Ochako, the only two who knew your secret. They were a godsend, regularly helping out with babysitting when it was your turn to go on patrols. Honestly, you didn’t think you’d make it this far if it weren’t for them.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized that your son had put his toys down and was staring right at you.

“Mama,” he said, “do I really have a dad?”.

Your eyes widened, astonished at how perceptive he is...just like Sho. No matter how many times you tell him the man in the pictures is his father, it doesn’t change the fact that he isn’t here in the flesh.

You slid off the couch to join him on the floor, pulling him gently onto your lap. “Baby, of course you have a dad-“

“-where is he?” He interrupted, looking at you with wide eyes.

“He’s….he’s not here right now baby, but you’ll see him some day” you replied, giving him a soft squeeze.

He pouted, “you always say that mama”

“I know, but it's true. You wanna see videos of him again?”

His eyes lit up. He loved watching old YouTube videos of Shoto’s hero work, amazed at how he used both fire and ice to take down the villains threatening the city. He excitedly made his way to the computer, both his Deku and Uravity figures forgotten on the floor, to watch his favorite hero in action.

Dinner was approaching in about an hour or so and you needed to quickly get some grocery shopping done. Just fifteen minutes or so, he’ll be fine right?

“Alright, I’m going to go get food ok? You sit here, understand? No opening the door for anyone except me, ok?”

“And papa?” He asked, eyes still glued to the screen.

You looked back at him, the door already open “sure honey” you smiled, and closed the door, locking it from the outside.

Your shopping trip took a little longer than expected due to the long lines, and overall, it took you about half an hour to get back home. You were planning to make cold soba, your son’s favorite. Plain and simple, yet it put a smile on his face every time. You hummed to yourself as you unlocked the door to your house, no longer hearing the blaring sound of combat from the computer. Your son must be tuckered out, possibly asleep on the desk.

You opened the door, preoccupied with your thoughts and the groceries to notice your son wasn’t passed out like you thought. “I’m home” you said, slipping off your shoes.

“Mama! Look!”

You looked up, expecting to see a giant mess of toys instead when you saw-

“Sho…?” You breathed, unable to believe your eyes.

There he was, dressed in just a plain grey sweater, jeans, and the same old haircut he had four years ago. Despite all this, he was noticeably brawnier, his muscles becoming more defined underneath his clothing. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get even more handsome than he already was, but here he is. He looked up at you with the same look of awe as he sat next to your son, cross legged on the floor with the Deku action figure in one hand.

“It’s papa!” Your son exclaimed excitedly, running over to give your leg a hug.

You reached your hand down to give your son a pat on the back, not taking your eyes from his dad. “Sho, how in the world-“

“Uh, sorry for intruding but, Midoriya sent me your address earlier. Apparently, I’ve been sending letters to an empty mailbox for quite some time now” he smiled sheepishly, pulling out a stack of envelopes from his book bag next to him. “Are you...wearing my hoodie?”

So he has tried to contact you. You thought all along that he’d forgotten about you, that he found some beautiful American girl while he was out there. Relief washed over you until another question nagged at the back of your mind. He had a phone didn’t he? You opened your mouth to say something, but it was like he could read your thoughts.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to call you, they didn’t allow phones in this school. After all...” he shrugged, “my father obviously had to pick the most prestigious hero program in America”.

Your son’s eyes lit up, “America? Papa, I wanna show you a thing!” he said before scrambling off to his room.

“Sho…” you said as soon as your son left, your voice cracking a bit with tension. You dropped the bag you were carrying and took small wobbly steps towards your lover. He sat up on his knees, arms wide open to catch you as you lunged forward, wrapping him up in a giant bear hug. You couldn’t hold back any longer and let your tears flow, quietly sobbing Shoto’s name in the crook of his neck. He rubbed slow circles on your back as he gripped you just as tightly as you held on to him. He pulled away moments afterwards to catch your lips in a sweet kiss, releasing all the pent up feelings you thought you could lock away deep inside your memories.

“I missed you so fucking much” he said. He rarely ever swore.

“Shhhhh, don’t teach our son how to swear this early” you smiled, pressing a finger to hush his lips.

Shoto sat back on his hunches, pulling you into a cradle with his strong arms, “so he really is ours huh” he said, bringing his hands down to your waist, “...I’m sorry I wasn’t here for him (y/n)...”. He looked straight into your eyes, reaching to squeeze your hand “I promise, I’m going to be here for him from now on, I’m not leaving you ever again.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as if he was afraid you were going to disappear. All those tears, all those years of anger and frustration, they all melted away as you two sat there, lost in your own world.

“Papa?” your son called. You smiled and got off Shoto’s lap, letting ‘papa’ stand up.

“We’re getting married next week, just so you know” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your forehead and heading to see what his little rascal had to show him.

“About time” you mumbled with a grin.

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elatedmarvel · 4 years

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All Tied Up

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers comes to your rescue.

Work Count: 2k

A/N: Hello! Long time no chat! This was written for @wkemeup‘s 4k follower celebration! Thank you for hosting this Kas! It was so much fun to write! If you have yet to check her out, go do it! Her stories are always soooooooooo emotional and good. Literally one of the best writers ever! My prompt was “ “Can you stop fidgeting? I’m trying to untie you.”. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: hints of sex, talks of having children (in the future)

“Agent, what’s your status?” Steve whispers into his comm, somehow, it still sounds loud and echoes down the hallway.

He stands in the shadows, trying to hide his giant frame, his eyes flicker to a new location every few seconds. He can’t risk getting caught, especially since he lost communication with you.

You had told him you were going to acquire the target, and slinked off into the shadows before he could tell you it was a bad idea. Now, here he stands, worried they had captured you.

Not that you couldn’t handle yourself. It had been a beautiful sight the day you brought Bucky Barnes to his knees when sparring. He swears he saw a few tears in Bucky’s eyes, which of course he vehemently denied.

Hell, you’ve even taken him down. But usually, you would just bat your eyelashes at him and kiss him till he saw stars before claiming your victory. He doesn’t mind though, getting to kiss you was his consolation prize.

The comm floods with static noise when he checks it again, never a good sign. Sighing in frustration, he checks his watch. It reads 2:30 PM, 10 minutes past when you said you would check in.

His gut tells him something is wrong, and it is rarely wrong. Except maybe the one time he had convinced you to eat 4 day old pizza that had been sitting on the island in the common kitchen. He’ll never forget the hours you spent throwing up, crying in a ball, and cursing his name. You still cringe a bit whenever the team orders pizza.

Sighing and resigned to his fate, he moves as quietly as possible down the hall. He can hear the targets chattering in the next room, noisy for people that were supposed to be discreet, but he hardly blames them, they were able to secure an Avenger. Slowly, he peaks around the corner, trying to hold his breath.

All four hostiles were in the room, too occupied by their tablets to notice him. 2 of them sat with their backs to the open door, the other 2 were huddled in the corner laughing about something or other. Scanning the room, he feels hope blooming in his chest when he doesn’t find you among them.

The common space is the only other place you could be. Tiptoeing across the open doorway, he pauses on the opposite side of the door. The noise is the same, no indication that they heard or saw him pass by. Hoping his luck holds out, he maneuvers almost silently down the rest of the corridor.

Stepping into the room, he finds you exactly how he thought he would. Hands tied behind your back, legs and torso tied to the chair. Duct tape covers your mouth, and your eyes glower in a deadly manner. It would be almost cute if you weren’t in the middle of a mission.

“Mmmmm, hmmmm” you hum as you see Steve in the doorway. Your body starts to wriggle about, and Steve is pretty sure you’re gonna knock yourself over if you continue moving with as much vigor as you do.

“Shh, be quiet, you’re gonna give us away with all that noise.” he scolds as he walks closer. He won’t admit it, but he takes great pleasure seeing you struggle against the restraints. And not just because he tries to get you to go to escape training seminars. He bet’s you’ll go with him now. It’s actually an impressive set up, better than he would have expected from the enemy.

“I’m gonna take off the duct tape, but you have to promise me not to yell.” The cold look you give him makes him chuckle under his breath. You were always so fiesty, one of his favorite pastimes was riling you up.

The chair starts to scrape against the floor with your thrashing. Finally, he takes pity on you and gently peels the duct tape from your mouth.

“Motherfucker! That hurt!” you whisper yell. He rolls his eyes at that, he knows for a fact that the duct tape was mostly coming off anyways. You had a slobbered all over it, he’s pretty sure, in an attempt to break yourself free. You could never wait for someone else to rescue you, it takes a few seconds to remember the last time you needed help on a mission was.

“You’ve been shot before.” he reminds you as he kneels down in front of you, quickly he releases your right foot. It almost kicks him in the face before he jerks out of the way in the last second.

“Finally!” you shout, and wiggle the foot around. “My feet have been asleep for 10 mins now.” You stomp the foot on the ground now, trying to release the static feeling.

“Maybe if you listened to me, you wouldn’t be in this position.” Steve says, smirking up at you as he unties your left foot. This time, your foot hits him square in the chest.

“Shut up Rogers, you know you loved me tied up.” you wink. His cheeks feel warm and he thinks about things other than you naked and tied to the headboard of your shared bed. The thought of Bucky and Sam’s last attempt in the kitchen takes care of his problem.

Clearing his throat, he slides on his knees behind the chair. Both your hands were tied together and your torso was tied to the chair. Knowing you would jump free the moment your torso was free, he grabs your hands to work on the knot first. It would be a disaster if you went running around with your hands tied together, trying to take down the hostiles.

The chair keeps moving with your excessive wiggling, making his hands slip from the surprisingly sturdy knot. If this wasn’t time sensitive, he would have let you struggle a while longer, just to see how long it would take you to get yourself out of the mess.

“Can you stop fidgeting? I’m trying to untie you.” Steve reprimands and gives a slight tug on your restraints.

You stick your tongue out, but realize he can’t see it from behind you. Instead, a middle finger on both hands proudly stands out from behind your back. A smirk finds its way onto his face as he sees them and swats the fingers away.

“Be nice.” he breathes close to your ear, tugging one last time to get your hands free. The shiver that ran down your spine as you remember when those exact words were last said. With him on top of you as he kisses every part of your body. Sweaty body on sweaty body, moving together towards the grand release. You reprimand yourself in your head, you promised yourself you wouldn't turn into someone that daydreamed about her boyfriend over everything else. Mission now, sex later.

“I’m always nice.” you reply, struggling out of the torso restraints harder now that Steve has untied your hands. The sound of disbelief escapes him before he can trap it, many examples come to mind, almost making him laugh if he wasn’t trying to be discreet and quiet.

Your breath gets knocked out of you for a second as you accidentally choke yourself trying to get free. With a small “hum”, you finally fall complacent and let Steve work on the final knot in peace.

A minute, maybe two passes by before you feel the ropes slack. The moment you do, you jump up, giving a victorious cry and shove the chair back with your knees. Steve gets up in the exact moment, and misses catching the chair by a millisecond.

Blue eyes meet your wild, shocked ones as the sound echoes throughout the hallways. He can hear the moment the rascals register what the sound was, as they frantically run out of the room.

With nowhere left to run, Steve shifts slightly in front of you, preparing himself for the battle he knows is to come.

“No!” they scream as they stampede into the common room.

“We tied you up so good!” Morgan Stark yells, running at full speed straight into Steve’s arms.

“We even used the heavy duty rope we found in Uncle Tony’s lab.” Lila Barton states as she jumps and climbs up Steve’s legs. With both girls in Steve’s arms, they start talking a minute a mile about how they need to change the tactic next time.

Nathaniel rubs his eyes sleepily as he walks into the room, almost an exact replica of Clint after a long mission, and holds out his arms, silently begging to be picked up. You take pity on the young boy and swipe him into your arms, holding him almost like you would a newborn baby.

You both giggle a moment, before you right him in your arms and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You’ll ignore the drool on your shirt for now.

Only Cooper Barton seems to care about the scene of the crime, and gathers up the rope that limply lays on the ground.

He takes a handful of rope in both hands and tugs for a moment. Steve swears he murmurs something about using vibranium handcuffs next time. He’ll make an excellent agent one day.

“So, what do we get for winning? Ice cream?” Morgan asks with a sly smile on her face, gaining Steve’s and your attention. The exact look was copied straight from one Tony Stark, and it shocks Steve just how much she looks like the billionaire.

Lila nods furiously next to her, and both the boys hum in agreement.

“Technically, I freed myself. So you didn’t win.” you counter. Steve snorts at your comment, and you stick you tongue out at him.

“Right, the knots magically slipped away. Not like I had anything to do with it” he counters. The girls giggle, and you shoot them your best mean face.

“You’re on my team, and my boyfriend so that’s allowed.” you explain, slightly swaying side to side with a sleepy Nathaniel. You hope if you sway enough, he’ll fall asleep and that’ll be one less kid hyped up on sugar running around.

“I think we earned the ice cream by simply being able to capture you and tie you up.” Cooper bargains, a huge grin on his face. The girls nod furiously at the statement, and even Nathaniel gives a weak noise of approval.

You lock eyes with Steve once more, you were both pretty sure this was how it was going to end anyways, but you always wanted to be on the same page as him. He nods slightly, and his lips curl up so minutely, you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn't spent hours staring at his beautiful face.

“Fine, but only one scoop.” you finally give in.

The resounding scream of happiness they give out nearly deafens you. The girls scramble down from Steve’s arms, desperate to get to the kitchen. Even Nathaniel perks up from your arms, and wiggles his way down. Taking his brother’s hand, they follow the girls to reap their prize.

“I can’t believe they actually managed to tie you down, we were supposed to be babysitting them.” Steve chuckles as he swings an arm around your shoulder and leads you to the kitchen.

“In my defense, you can’t kick and punch wards in your charge, so I let them.” you say and give his butt a pinch.

He jolts away from you momentarily before laughing and spinning you in front of him. Lips drawn to yours, he kisses you slow and happy before moving away and pecking other parts of your face.

“Stop,” you laugh, “you’re getting your spit on me.”

“You’ve never complained before.” he smirks at you, and laughs when your cheeks grow warmer. Giving you one last kiss, he takes your hand and drags you to the kitchen.

It’s hard for his mind not to wonder what it would be like if this wasn’t babysitting. If this was really his everyday life, kids and a wonderful kick ass wife to share his days with.

Would the kid have his eyes and your face? Maybe the serum would counteract the sickly boy he once was. He knows for certain that if he had one kid, he would want another. Being an only child, Bucky was his only savior for boredom and love after his mom passed away.

As if you could read his mind, you rub your thumb across the back of his hand, catching his attention.

“I’m glad Clint and Tony asked us to babysit, good practice for when we have some.” you smile at him. His heart races when he sees the excitement in his eyes. That’s just how you were, you complimented him perfectly.

“Yeah?” he asks, elation growing in his body the more he thinks about his future with you.

“Yeah” you nod. Smile growing as wide as your face.

Steve leans in slowly, eyes still alight with joy and takes your face in his massive hands. The breath in your body leaves you for a moment, seeing the happiness in Steve Rogers is all you ever wanted. Having a front row seat was sometimes too much.

Before your lips can touch, a shatter rings from the kitchen, shortly followed by a scream. A laugh leaves his mouth as he pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“I didn’t do it!” little voices yell, and it makes the both of you chuckle even more.

You bury your head into his chest as he yells out that you are both coming and to stay where they are.

“We probably need more practice though before we have our own.” you say as you look up at him.

“Ours will be more well behaved than that right?” he asks back, unfolding you from his arms and walking towards the kitchen.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” you laugh.

The second crash and screams makes you both lightly job towards the commotion.

As he watches you calm down a crying Nathaniel and Lila while mopping up the spilled ice cream, his heart feels so full it could burst.

He can’t wait to share in the chaos of life with you.

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j-elaine-hyde · 3 years

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The Bean Chronicles: Part 18

Henry Cavill / Reader

It was finally Christmas Eve. You and Henry had decided to forgo the parties and stay at home together. Tomorrow morning you’d be meeting his family bright and early for Christmas. Despite becoming close with his mother you were still nervous about meeting the entire clan.

“Dinner smells amazing, my love.” Henry wrapped his arms around you, and nuzzled your neck.

You laughed and pressed against him, “I hope it tastes as good as it smells!”

He patted your butt before scooping up a finger full of mashed potatoes.

“Stay out of that mister, it’s almost done.” You shook your head at him with a smile.

“I’ll get the wine. Red?” He was scanning the wine rack as you watched him. You would never tire of looking at this gorgeous man.

He popped open a bottle as you pulled the roasted vegetables out of the oven. “Time to eat!”

You were curled up on the sofa watching “A Christmas Story” when Henry shifted out from underneath you and walked to the tree. He produced a small gift and handed it to you.

“Merry Christmas my love....” he smiled as he sat down facing you. “I can’t wait any longer. I want you to open this one now.”

Your throat felt tight looking at the small square box in your hands.

“Well then you have to open one of yours too.” You placed the box on the table and hopped up. Knowing exactly which one to pick, you pulled the long rectangular box from the stack and sat down.

“You have to go first. Merry Christmas Hen.” You handed him the small box and watched him rip open the paper. As soon as he saw the unwrapped box he looked up and smiled.

“Darling.... I already know I love it.” He smiled as he opened the box.

Inside was a vintage Rolex, the same worn by James Bond.

“Oh my god... baby.... are you serious?!”

“Look at the back...”

He turned the watch to better see the inscription. “Always yours, XO Y/n” he read it aloud. “This is incredible.... how did you find this?!”

“I might have had some help. But I thought since you had the car, you might as well have the watch too.”

He carefully set the watch on the table before lunging forward at you, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m blown away baby.... I can’t believe you found this. I love you so much. You’re amazing. Thank you my love!” He continued kissing you all over as you laughed.

With one long, deep kiss he sat you back up. “Ok now mine. Which I thought was going to wow... but I can’t top your gift....”

You picked up the small square box. “Oh Hen...I’m sure I’ll love it darling....”

You unwrapped the paper, your breath hitching in your throat as you saw the red of the Cartier box. You opened it to see two “love” rings inside.

“One is for now, for your right hand. The other is for later, for you left.”

You looked at him with a stunned surprised look before quickly smiling and holding out your right hand. He picked up the rose gold band and slid it onto your right ring finger.

“I love it Hen... thank you...” you stared at the ring on your finger, “it’s beautiful.”

You continued looking at the ring as you climbed into his lap. You clutched his face and gently kissed him, smiled and said, “I love you. Thank you, I love it.... I’m never taking it off.”

“I do have another gift for you... I have to go get it out of the bedroom.”

“The bedroom huh....” you laughed.

He patted your butt, “Hop up darling and I’ll go get it.” You smiled and give him another kiss before sliding back onto the sofa.

You watched as he got up and walked down the hall. You quickly grabbed the Cartier box, opening it to look at the ‘ring for later’ you were giddy that he had already bought a wedding band, curious if he had already purchased an engagement ring as well.

You heard Henry coming down the hall and closed the box, placing it back on the coffee table.

In walked Henry in a sexy Santa outfit. Your eyes lit up and your mouth dropped open in a surprised smile.

“Santa heard you were on the naughty list young lady...” he raised and wiggled his eyebrows at you before walking over and scooping you up off the sofa.

“I’ve been a very naughty girl...” you said in your sexiest voice.

“Well Santa is going to take you to his workshop so we can work on you being naughty some more....” he shifted you, pushing you over his shoulder as he opened the bedroom door.

He tossed you onto the bed, standing at the foot of it and slid off his suspenders.

“Santa baby....” you mewed as you beckoned him to come with your finger.

Kneeling onto the bed he began peeling off your leggings.

Once you were both naked he hovered over you, “Thank you baby... that James Bond Rolex is incredible.”

“You’re welcome honey.... I’m glad you love it.”

“I really do. I hope you like yours... I realize it’s not exactly what you probably thought it was going to be... but...”

You frowned and interrupted him, “Honey... Henry... I love it. This one is gorgeous and I’ll never take it off, and I’ll always think of you when I look at it. It’s a fun way to say ‘you liked it and put a ring on it’ without setting the whole tabloid world on fire.”

“Baby... I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to marry you... after all I did kind of give you your wedding band tonight... I just didn’t want to be THAT guy that proposed on Christmas. I want that to be it’s own holiday. And I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about getting engaged.... so this was a sort of test. I guess.”

“Hen... of course I want to marry you. But I am glad you didn’t propose on Christmas... I agree with you. That needs to be its own special thing. I’m not going anywhere... there’s no pressure. I love you. And I love my ring.”

“I’m calling it a promise ring. I promise to always love you.” He sweetly kissed you on the lips before flipping over, pulling you on top of him.

You sat up, perched on top of him, looking down at his gorgeous face. “So what happens when Santa is naughty?” You grinned and laughed as he bucked his hips, bouncing you.

“Ohhhh babygirl.... allow me to show you....” he raised a single eyebrow as a devilish smirk crossed his face.

—

You had decided to start Christmas morning off by waking up Henry with a gift... you slid under the covers, taking him into your mouth. You gently tugged with your hand as his member sprang to life. You were really getting into it when you heard Henry moan.

“Mmmmm good morning baby.... fuck I love you.... don’t stop....”

You continued but only for a few more seconds before Henry sat up and pulled you out of the covers, and onto the bed. He made a beeline for your neck and began kissing before he thrust into you.

You stood in the kitchen wearing one of Henry’s tee shirts as you sipped your coffee. Henry walked in fresh out of the shower in only boxers.

“Good morning my love.... Merry Christnas.” He kissed you on the forehead as he made a cup of coffee.

“Merry Christmas. I’m going to go take a shower and get ready.”

“Why didn’t you shower with me? Hmmm?” He asked as he slid his hand around to your ass giving it a quick pat.

“Because we don’t have that much time Hen... we wouldn’t have showered and we’d be late to your parents.” You laughed as you gave him a kiss on your way out of the kitchen.

“You know I’m right!” You hollered as you continued down the hall.

You were finishing your makeup as Henry walked out of the closet in jeans and a sweater: how was it possible that he looked incredible in literally anything?

“Hen... honey... I picked out a few outfits, they’re on the bed.... would you pick one?”

“Let’s see...” he began as he rubbed his hands together surveying the clothes you had laid out. “I’m voting for the dress, bc then I can feel you up and tease you and have easy access.”

“HEN!! Honey.... I’m serious.” You have an exasperated laugh.

“I am too!”

“Babe.... please.” You whined.

“I’m serious. I want easy access.” He finally sighed and gave in. “Jeans, blouse, blazer, boots outfit.”

“Thank you. That’s what I was thinking given your outfit.”

“We could always match.... I love the pictures of us when we match. Is that corny? I don’t care. I like it.”

Henry went back into the closet.

“Babe... what are you doing?” You asked as you stood up and started getting dressed.

“Ahha! Here it is!” He came out of the closet holding a sweater of yours that was just similar enough to his that it looked like you went together, but weren’t twins.

You had just pulled on your jeans when you looked up at him. You almost blurt out ‘are you serious?!’ But you legitimately knew he wanted you to wear it. So you did.

Henry walked around the car to open your door. You swallowed hard as your peered out the window at the large house. Your palms felt a little sweaty as Henry offered his hand, helping you out of the car.

“They’re all going to love you, my dear.” He smiled that megawatt melt you from the inside out smile that made your knees weak. He tightly held you hand as you walked to the front door. The curtains shifting quickly letting you know prying eyes had been watching.

His parents opened the door as Henry reached out for the knob.

“Merry Christmas!” They sang in unison as they welcomed the two of you inside.

Henry’s mom rushed you with a hug and a whisper, “they’re already impressed my dear. Just have fun.”

She smiled at you and tapped the side of her nose knowingly as Henry’s father took a step towards you. “Welcome home! You’re family now! It’s so nice to finally meet you. The Mrs. hasn’t stopped gushing about you. I feel as if I already know you.” He grabbed you in a tight hug before offering to take your coat.

Henry’s nephews and niece ascended next as they tackled his legs and jumped in front of him, all screaming and shouting with excitement.

“Let them get in the door at least!” You heard a man’s voice bellow from the living room.

Henry spun and smiled at you, wrapping his free hand around your waist, pulling you close as he tried to walk with his new passengers.

You arrived home utterly exhausted, slightly drunk, and extremely happy. Henry’s family had been absolutely wonderful. You adored each and every one of them. They had welcomed you into their family, even before opening your lavish gifts.

TBC

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare Part 2

It’s Arianthi’s birthday and Diavolo has decreed she can have anything the Devildom can provide. She requests a slumber party at the House of Lamentation; her, the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos. Jealousy flares between two party guests and Arianthi is the recipient of an intriguing proposition.

Written from the perspective of my female MC, Arianthi.

Some minor NSFW content and a little bit of feel good fluff - things every good sleepover should have.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Jonathan Young (cover) - Every Time We Touch

Max - Puppeteer

The Struts - One Night Only

Tommee Profitt ft. Brooke - Can’t Help Falling in Love (light version, cover)

Allen Stone - Consider Me (Diavolo’s song in this installment)

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Asmo and I make our way to the living room, hand in hand, giggling and whispering. Mammon is the first one to spot us.

“Oi! Asmo get your hands off Arianthi!” He inserts himself in between us, breaking our hold on each other. He catches sight of my outfit and turns red to the tips of his ears.

“W-w-what are you wearing? You can’t be wearing stuff like that in front of all these guys!”

I sneak a sly smile to Asmo and he winks back.

“Why not Mammon? Don’t you like it? It is a sleepover after all, I’m supposed to be wearing pajamas.” I trace my fingers delicately over his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat.

Mammon’s eyes remain firmly on the floor.

“I like it you stupid human,” he mutters. “But I’m your FIRST man, why are you showing of like that in front of these guys?”

The question comes off as a needy whine and I give an internal sigh.

Mammon likes me. I know he does. He knows I know he does. But he hasn’t made a move and continually insists he couldn’t care less about me while simultaneously attempting to jealously guard me from anyone else.

Something’s going to give eventually. One way or another.

I grab Mammon’s hand. “Well then as my first man you’ll just have to keep me safe if the others get naughty, huh? You’re so strong, I know you can protect me from anything.”

Mammon raises his head, a confident smirk returning to his face. “Yeah? I mean yeah, you can count on THE great Mammon to keep you safe. You’re MY human after all.”

Asmo giggles. “So now that Mammon’s insecurities have been sufficiently addressed can I please show Arianthi off to the rest of her guests?”

“Yeah but I’m staying right beside her,” Mammon says gruffly, gripping my hand tightly.

“Whatever.” Asmo rolls his eyes and grabs my other hand, dragging me even further into the living room. “Birthday girl is finally here!”

Simeon gasps, and immediately moves to cover Luke’s eyes as he lays his eyes on my sleepover outfit.

I bite my lower lip and give him a wink. “Hi Simeon! Ready for the party?”

He nods wordlessly, cheeks blazing.

Solomon silently salutes me with a glass of Demonus, eyes greedily roving up and down my legs and over my breasts, a knowing smile on his face. I suck in a breath and fight against the urge to blush.

Solomon will not get to me, Solomon will not get to me. That one hook up at the beginning of the year meant nothing.

Fortunately I’m saved as Diavolo scoops me up into a giant hug. “Happy birthday Arianthi!”

I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze back.

“Thank you Diavolo. And thanks for talking Lucifer into having this slumber party.”

Diavolo gently sets me back down, Mammon glaring at him silently.

“Of course! A real human sleepover?! I couldn’t resist, especially since I was invited.” He gives me a boyish grin.

Barbatos appears silently at his side, a small velvet box in his hand.

“Happy birthday Arianthi.” He gives me a small nod and presses the box into my hands. “Lord Diavolo and I thought this would be a wonderful gift and reminder of your birthday in the Devildom.

“Thank you so much!” I carefully open the small box, and gasp when I see the delicate silver ring nestled in the satin lining. A large green stone gleams in the ring’s setting.

“Oh it’s beautiful!” I gasp as I slip it on the ring finger of my right hand. The stone flashes in the light, sparking green and captivating me. “Thank you so much you two!”

“That’s a rare Devildom emerald,” Diavolo says, eyes shining with affection. “Once I saw it would perfectly match your eyes I knew you it had to be yours.”

I lay a hand on Diavolo’s arm. “You are so sweet Diavolo. Thank you so much.”

Mammon jerks my hand roughly. “Let’s go say hi to everyone else.”

I throw a wave over my shoulder as we walk away. “I’ll talk to you guys later, ok?”

“She seems to like the gift my lord,” Barbatos says quietly.

“That she does,” Diavolo answers with a soft smile on his face, never taking his eyes off Arianthi as she flits around the room.

Barbatos hesitates for a moment, carefully choosing his words. “You seem quite taken with her sir.”

“I suppose I am,” Diavolo agrees. “I’ve never met anyone quite like her before.”

“You’ll miss her when she returns to the human realm,” Barbatos states matter-of-factly.

“If she returns to the human realm,” Diavolo answers softly.

Barbatos looks at the prince in shock.

Diavolo laughs. “I wouldn’t force her to stay Barbatos. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try everything I can to make sure she stays here. By my side.”

“I imagine the brothers would have quite a lot to say about that,” Barbatos murmurs, too low for his lord to hear.

We go talk to Satan and Lucifer next, Asmo having abandoned us to go flirt with Solomon. We find them next to the snack table. Lucifer takes one look at my outfit and exhales loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

“I’m not certain that’s entirely appropriate attire,” he says, eyes grazing across my body.

“What are you, the sleepover police? Besides, Asmo picked it out just for me!” I answer impishly, reaching out to boop his nose. “It’s alright if you like it, nobody would hold it against you for being inappropriate once in a while.”

He looks as me in shock while Satan snickers into his drink, and Mammon growls low in his throat, pulling me tighter to his side. “Don’t be getting no ideas about Arianthi.”

Satan reaches out to lightly flick one of my cat ears, a teasing smile on his lips. “I think Asmo did a wonderful job. You look quite.......tempting tonight.”

“Oi! What’d I just say?” Mammon asks in exasperation.

Satan narrows his eyes.

Before a fight can erupt Lucifer smoothly intervenes, a bottle of liquor in each hand. “In honor of your birthday I was able to procure some tequila. Belphie tells me it’s your favorite. I thought it would be a nice reminder of home.”

“Thank you Lucifer. That’s incredibly thoughtful of you,” I say, smiling at him gratefully.

He returns my smile with a soft one of his own. “A drink then?”

“Please.” I nod. Mammon is fairly vibrating with irritation next to me, so I softly squeeze his hand. He relaxes somewhat.

My greedy demon. What’s it going to take for you to admit that you’re greedy for me?

As Lucifer turns to make my drink I’m able to get my first full look at the snack table.

“Satan! Did you make all this?” I exclaim with glee. Human world pizza, nachos, cheeseburgers and a birthday cake sit alongside some of my favorite Devildom delicacies.

He gives me a casual shrug. “Luke helped a little, and Belphie helped until he fell asleep. Beel tried his best too.”

I rush forward to give him a thank you hug. “This was really nice of you Satan. You’re amazing.”

“Hey!” Mammon interrupted. “I helped keep Beel from eating everything like you told me to!”

Satan rolls his eyes as I lean against Mammon’s side.

“You’re amazing too Mammon. I knew you could do it,” I murmur.

I feel Mammon puff up with pride before he’s yanked away and I’m tightly sandwiched between the twins.

“Happy birthday!” They say at the same time.

“Mmmmm, I like this outfit Arianthi. I want to sit by you while we watch movies,” Belphie says, cuddling into my side.

“Can we eat now?” Beel asks eagerly, eyeing the snacks hungrily but waiting for my permission.

“Yes to cuddling and yes to snacks!”

I hear Mammon give a groan of exasperation behind us.

“Come on guys! I’m starting the first movie!” Levi calls.

“Ohh what did you pick?” I ask as Lucifer hands me my drink.

“10 Things I Hate About You.”

“Best. Choice. Ever.” Levi and I grin at each other.

We all take a few moments to gather snacks and refresh our drinks, before settling into watch the movie. Levi lowers the lights and presses play. I end up on the couch between Belphie and Beel, Mammon settled on the floor between my legs.

Belphie cuddles into my side, his head on my lap, cheek flush again the silk of my robe. He’s asleep moments into the movie. Beel shares his snacks and I run my hands through Mammon’s hair, the white strands slipping through my fingers like silk. In a rare moment of bravery he nuzzles his face into my thigh, dropping a few feather light kisses short of where I want to feel his mouth the most. I strangle a moan and take a sip of my drink.

Thank god Lucifer has a heavy hand with the tequila.

I twitch a little, desperately trying to ignore the growing warmth and wetness between my thighs.

I hear Mammon sniffle quietly at one of the more poignant moments of the movie and I run my hands soothingly across the back of his neck.

The movie is over all too soon and as Levi turns the lights back on we realize that Luke has fallen asleep in his armchair.

“Awwwww,” I coo over his sleeping form, brushing his blonde hair away from his forehead.

“Heh. The chihuahua couldn’t make it through one movie huh?” Mammon sidles up behind me.

Between the amount of tequila I’ve consumed, the earlier teasing kisses, and Mammon’s close proximity I feel a little dizzy. I stumble a bit, and Mammon easily catches me.

“Oi! You ok?” He asks, arms around my waist.

I shake my head to clear the haze of lust and booze. “Yeah, just tripped a bit.”

“Clumsy human,” Mammon releases me, blushing. “Almost scuffed my boots.”

Why can’t you be the bold demon who kissed my thigh during the movie all the time?

I frown and turn back to a sleeping Luke.

Maybe I’m reading Mammon wrong. Maybe I should give up.

“Hey guys, Luke’s out like a light,” I call over my shoulder to the others. “I’m going to take him up to my room so we don’t have to worry about waking him up.”

I bend down and scoop the tiny angel into my arms.

“Arianthi I can take him up for you,” Beel offers, momentarily pulling himself away from his cheeseburger.

“I’m her first man, I’ll help her,” Mammon steps forward to take Luke from me.

“I’ve got it Mammon, you can stay down here with your brothers,” Diavolo smoothly intercepts him.

Mammon opens his mouth to argue, but a glare from Lucifer shuts him down. The rest of the party guests are gawping at the scene unfolding.

Diavolo holds out his arms. “I can take him from you if you want Arianthi.”

“I don’t mind,” I say, smiling down at Luke fondly.

I’m an only child, and I’ve unofficially adopted Luke as my little brother. Taking care of him in little ways like this makes me happy.

“Well then, let’s get him to bed so we can get you back to your party,” Diavolo says softly.

We’re barely three steps out of the living room before I can hear the furious whispering begin.

Diavolo gives me a boyish shrug. “I guess this wasn’t a popular move on my part.”

I hum my agreement and begin to climb the stairs. Diavolo’s hand comes down to the small of my back, a steady presence that reminds me he won’t let me fall while I’m carrying Luke. His hand is large and warm, comforting and solid. I send him a small smile of thanks.

She looks beautiful like this, Diavolo thinks as he escorts Arianthi to her room. She looked gorgeous before, a vision of lust that threatened to consume his senses. But this, carefully carrying Luke, smiling lovingly down at him, this is pure beauty. What would she look like carrying my children like this?

Once we reach my bedroom Diavolo carefully opens the door and patiently waits while I tuck Luke in. I notice him carefully inspecting the many pictures that have accumulated along one wall while I smooth the blankets over Luke.

I bend down to give him a gentle kiss on forehead and softly whisper, “Good night.”

We slip out silently and close the door gently behind us.

I turn to Diavolo. “Thank you for helping me up the stairs, I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he answers, flashing me his famous grin.

I turn from him to head back to the living room, but he catches my hand and gently tugs me back to him. I can feel my eyes widen in shock and he releases my hand quickly.

“I’m sorry,” Diavolo says. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I shake my head. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, just a little confused.”

This is Diavolo after all. I’ve been given overly enthusiastic hugs and the occasional pat on the head. But this touch was different. Gentle......almost seductive.

“Then may I hold your hand again?” he asks softly.

I chew my lip anxiously. Mammon.

We’ve kissed, I’ve told him I care about him, but he’s never made his feelings fully known. I’ve all but taken out a billboard saying I want him, but that idiotic tsundere refuses to make a move unless someone else shows an interest in me.

I sigh.

Diavolo.

Right in front of me, gentle, being soft and open with me. Surprising, yes. But still here.

He’s charismatic, funny, smart, handsome......... Fuck it.

I slip my hand into his much larger one and he chuckles in delight.

“Was there something you wanted to talk about Diavolo?” I kept my voice low, trying not to wake Luke.

Diavolo gently leads me further down the hall, away from my door where we can talk more freely.

“I noticed you have a bunch of pictures in the room of you and the brothers. Are you enjoying your time here in the House of Lamentation? In the Devildom?”

I nod. “I’m having an amazing time Diavolo, but you already know that from my reports. I feel like there’s something else you’re wanting to ask me.”

“Always so clever,” he says, running one large finger down my cheek. I shiver at the feeling of his skin against mine. “I noticed that most of your pictures are of you and Mammon.”

“Lucifer did assign him to be my guardian for the duration of my stay,” I answer softly.

Diavolo makes a noise of general agreement. “That he did. But there are rumors that the relationship between you and Mammon has moved beyond that. Beyond friendship even.”

I look down at the floor, debating on how to answer without sounding pathetic.

Diavolo tips my chin up with a finger, forcing me to lock eyes with him. What I see in those amber depths take my breath away. Eagerness. Lust. Uncertainty. He gazes at me intently, waiting on my answer.

“I’m asking for personal reasons, Arianthi,” Diavolo says. “Nothing in relation to the exchange program. I need to know where you stand with him. For my own sake.”

“Oh. Oh!” I exclaim once I process the full implication of what he’s saying.

“We’ve kissed before, but he’s never expressed an interest in a relationship. He only seems to have any interest in me when someone else is paying attention to me.”

I fail to keep the bitterness of my feelings from leaking into the last sentence.

Diavolo nods knowingly. “He IS the avatar of greed. That behavior aligns with his inherent nature.”

I stay silent.

Diavolo gently runs his hands up and down my arms, and I relish the feeling of his strong hands through the delicate silk of my robe.

“Arianthi, I would never force you to do something you didn’t want to. But I would ask for a chance. I’ve become quite........taken with you. I would like to get to know you better. To take you on dates. To deepen our bond.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m not asking for a relationship right away, just a chance. Will you give me that?”

I hesitate, but only for a moment. Feeling the honesty and the depth of emotion in his words I nod. “Yes. I would like to get to know you better too.”

Diavolo gives me a brilliant smile. “Really?”

“Really,” I answer with a smile of my own.

Diavolo heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He pauses in thought for a moment. “Arianthi?”

“Yes?”

“May I kiss you?”

The blood rushes to my head. My stomach bottoms out. I can’t breathe, and excitement floods my veins.

Finally. A straightforward demon who knows what he wants. No games. Confident in his desires. The fact that he’s gorgeous doesn’t hurt either.

I step closer, pressing my self again him. “Please kiss me Diavolo.”

He bends down, pressing his lips to mine. Soft and full, they’re perfect. I sigh in contentment. Diavolo take the opportunity to gently tease my lips with his tongue. I open my mouth and allow him access. The minute his tongue touches mine a flash of heat rushes to my core.

This man just ruined these panties.

I fully dedicate myself to Diavolo’s kiss. I grip his jacket in my fists and press my body even closer to his, his hands coming to rest on my hips. His tongue works mine expertly, teasing and caressing.

I moan softly into his mouth, as his grip tightens on my hips and he rolls his hips against me. I feel the hard length of his erection against me, and I attempt to back him against the wall. He doesn't even budge. I feel him smile against my lips and he suddenly lifts me, pressing against me, hands roving under my robe to caress my ass.

I wrap my legs around his waist and press a series of kisses against his neck.

“Arianthi,” Diavolo breathily moans as I snap my hips against his in an attempt to feel him again, to gain more friction.

I kiss my way across his jaw and nip at his lower lip once I reach his mouth. His gasp of surprise allows me access to his mouth once again and I continue to explore him with my tongue.

After several minutes Diavolo slowly allows me to slide down his body, and gently releases me. His face is flushed, his lips rosy and swollen. He reaches over to smooth my hair back in place.

“We need to get back to your party. I’m sure they’re missing us by now,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I giggle. “Probably so.”

He extends his hand and I take it, softly lacing our fingers together. We leisurely make our way downstairs and towards the living room, where we hear raised voices.

“Maybe we should go look for them.” Beel, worried.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Satan responds.

“They’re probably more than fine.” Asmo giggles in response.

“Shut up Asmo!” Mammon shouts. “She shouldn’t be alone with him for so long. I’m going looking for her.”

“Surely you’re not suggesting Lord Diavolo would take advantage of an exchange student, are you Mammon?” Lucifer’s tone could freeze the Devildom itself.

“We should get back in there.” Diavolo presses a soft kiss to the back of my hand before releasing me and we both rush into the living room.

“We’re back!” I say brightly, in an attempt to diffuse the obvious tension in the room.

Only Solomon and Satan seem unaffected, both wearing matching sardonic, knowing smiles.

“Finally!” Asmo exclaims, throwing his arms around me. “We were wondering where the pair of you got off to. I wonder if you two just got off myself, looking as flushed as......”

“Asmo!” I can feel my cheeks reddening.

“I expect all the details later,” he says, winking at me.

I roll my eyes in response.

Asmo grabs my hands. “I have the best idea for our next sleep over activity!”

“Yeah?” I ask, excited to hear what he has in mind.

“Since it’s a human sleepover, let’s play a human game.” Asmo pauses dramatically. “Let’s play truth or dare!”

My mouth falls open. I glance around the room, taking in everyone’s reaction.

Well this is either going to end very badly or in an orgy. Fuck it. It’s only my birthday once a year.

“Alright Asmo, get me a drink! Let’s play truth or dare!”

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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So this is kinda weird but could I request a smut with Hal Carter and Reader. Her car breaks down, he’s there to help, her dress is verryyy well fitted in the boob area, Hal eats her out, she gives him the ride of his life. Praise + dirty talk + aftercare please I’ve got big boobs and I’ve been feeling kinda self conscious lately and idk I thought this might help me out

Drive Me Crazy

Pairings: Hal Carter x reader

Word Count: 1,216

Summary: Your car breaks down and Hal comes to your rescue...in more ways than one!

Author’s Note: Hello darling! This is not at all a weird request and I hope that what I wrote is to your liking and it helps out! Nothing better than a sweet talking and sexy Hal who worships you! I really hope you enjoy and that you know you’re beautiful! Have a lovely day!

Warnings: SMUT and some sweet fluffy Hal who can’t get enough of you! (18+ eyes only please)

You silently curse your car, thankful it’s at least a nice day and you’re not standing around in the rain waiting for your boyfriend, Hal, to arrive. You had gotten about halfway to your destination before you heard the stuttering of the engine and the telltale pop just as smoke started pouring out of the hood. Thankfully you were able to roll to the side of the road where you were now waiting for Hal.

Hal got there much faster than you thought he would as you notice his pickup coming down the road, a smile lighting up your face and his as you make eye contact. “Hello there, miss, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing out here on the side of the road,” he asks, winking and hopping out of the truck.

He saunters over, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, his eyes traveling down to your chest, “darlin’, are you trying to give me a heart attack with this,” he says, motioning to the sweetheart neckline of your dress that shows off an ample amount of cleavage.

You smirk, pushing yourself against him which only makes your boobs pop out more, “not at all, Hal, just felt like looking pretty today,” you tell him, lightly squeezing his biceps. Hal’s eyes darken as he backs you up until your butt is resting on the side of your car, his cock already hardening in his jeans as he presses against you.

“There isn’t any day that you don’t look incredible, y/n, I’m just lucky I’m the one who gets to be with you,” he says, smile sweet as sugar but eyes dark as sin. “Aren’t you supposed to be here to help me with my car?” you ask him, trying to gain some control over your body and the heat pooling between your legs.

“I have a much better idea, darling, now be a good girl and unlock the door,” he commands, voice deep as his lips brush your neck. Your body shivers, unable to hold it together any longer, as you reach back and clumsily unlock and open the back door.

“Hal, anyone could drive by at any moment and you barely fit,” you scold but can’t stop the giggle that comes out when he starts placing soft kisses along your shoulders and chest. “Oh, sweetheart, at this point I don’t care what goes on out there, these are just begging for attention and I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs,” he says as he carefully peels your dress down and starts massaging your breasts.

You can’t hold back your moans as he pulls the cups of your bra down, exposing your skin to the air as your nipples pebble under his touch. “You are so gorgeous baby, I can’t get enough,” he says before sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, “fuck, Hal,” you cry out as you arch your chest into him.

He continues worshipping your breasts before lifting your dress and bunching it up at your waist, trailing kisses down your torso and stopping at your clothed core. He dips his head down and nuzzles his nose into your pussy, “mmmmm, darling, I need to taste you, now,” Hal says as he rolls your panties down your legs.

He places soft kisses all along your inner thighs, finally bringing his mouth where you want him, his tongue delving between your folds as he works you over. Your hands fly to his hair, curling the soft locks between your fingers and pulling his face closer, “oh god, Hal, that feels amazing,” you cry, hips rocking up and down.

He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking your clit as he pushes two large fingers inside you, the combined feeling too much as the dam breaks and you cum all over his face. Your body is limp beneath him as he crawls over you, sucking marks onto your breasts before kissing you.

“Nothing tastes better, baby,” he croons, rubbing his erection along your core until you can’t take it anymore, pushing him off you and up into a sitting position. “Get these jeans off, Hal, I wanna ride your cock,” you demand, not missing a beat and helping him out of his pants.

He pulls your dress over your head and moans at the sight of your fully exposed breasts, burying his face between them, mumbling something sweet that you can’t quite understand, and it makes you giggle. His jeans are off and his boxer briefs down by his ankles as you position yourself above him, slowly sinking down inch by inch, both of you muttering curses at how good it feels.

His hands move to your hips, a silent plea to move and you grin before rising and slamming back down, your own hands gripping his shoulders for support. Hal can’t take his eyes off you, luscious breasts bouncing with every slam of your hips as you ride him for everything he’s got, “I’m not gonna last long with you like this, baby, you look and feel too perfect,” he tells you, face flushed and chest sweaty.

Every thrust brings you both closer to orgasm, Hal’s hands once again finding your breasts and brining them to his mouth, the gentle flicks of his tongue causing your walls to tighten around him, “Oh, Hal, I’m so close,” you cry out, quickening your pace.

Moments later your pussy is squeezing his cock as you scream out, Hal throwing his head back and grunting as he fills you with his cum. You slump onto his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck as he softly kneads your ass cheeks, “I never thought I would say this, but I’m happy you had car trouble today, y/n,” he whispers into your neck and you can feel him smile.

“Me too, Hal, thanks for coming to my rescue, in more ways than one,” you say, grabbing his face between your hands and peppering it with kisses. Quiet “I love yous” are exchanged as he caresses you all over, carefully pulling you off him and helping you to fix your clothes.

His movements are delicate and slow as he admires every inch of you while you dress, his hands and words soft as he cuddles you in the back seat. “I’d like to keep you in my arms, forever, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair, giving you the sweetest smile and you reply, “me too, Hal, it’s the best place to be, but I really worked up an appetite, how does a piece of pie sound right about now?”

“Almost as delicious as you, darlin’, let’s go!” he says with a wink and renewed enthusiasm as he helps you out of the backseat of the car. “Wait a second, Hal, what about my car?” you say, laughing at the fact that you both forgot what had gotten you here in the first place, “can we just leave it for a little longer?” He throws his arm over your shoulder and walks you to his truck, opening the door for you and helping you in, “we definitely can, sweetheart, let’s go eat some pie!” he exclaims, kissing your hand before carefully closing the door.

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lovemesomeerabordwarves · 3 years

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Things we are part 3

Warning: Injury

The next few weeks past in a blur. Spring had turned to summer and the forest and mountain were full of life. I spent a lot of time helping Garn with the rams, especially Kore and Thorin’s ram Breakhurst. The two felt the need to be in charge and were regularly trying to challenge each other. We did our best to keep the two far apart but occasionally someone would walk one past the other.

When I wasn’t dealing with headstrong rams I was helping Vili find Fili and Kili. They still hadn’t found a tutor willing to put up with the troublesome princes and they had taken to running around the mountain pulling pranks on almost everyone. The only ones they seemed to listen to were their great grandfather King Thror, their mother and their uncle Thorin. Sadly, the three of them along with Dis’s and Thorin’s father Thrain, were occupied with royal duties most of the time.

One morning I was dealing with Kore and trying to get him used to a saddle and bridle when one of the young princes decided to visit me.

“Eva! What are you doing?” Fili called to me from the corral railings.

I looked over at him and gave a smile. “Just working with Kore today Fili. Where’s your little brother?”

I was suspicious. The two were never apart.

“He’s with Papa. He put glue on the royal bakers wooden spoon so now it’s stuck to his hand.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. At that moment Kore decided he was done with me and danced away tossing his head threateningly.

“Oh no you don’t mister! You’ve been acting up all day, what’s with you?” I walked over to him slowly and held my hands up to pat his face. At that moment there was a loud ‘BANG’.

Kore instantly bucked and kicked in fright. I didn’t have time to move and took a hoof in the side. I was sent flying to the ground. My head hit pretty hard and I could see stars and barley hear what was going on around me.

I could hear vague shouting and next thing I knew someone was crouching next to me a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head trying to clear my vision and the ringing in my ears.

“---- get him under control!”

I looked up and saw that Thorin was leaning over me as several people tried to get Kore to calm down. He was kicking and charging around the corral. The Crown Prince looked down at me worry written all over his face.

“Eva, lie still. He kicked you pretty hard.” My only thought was Kore though. No one was ever really able to handle him but me and Garn and he was in the south pasture looking over all the new lambs.

Ignoring Thorin’s protesting I got up and ran over to Kore on unsteady legs.

“Eva?!” Thorin shouted behind me.

“Easy buddy, easy.” I said calmly. The large ram stopped dancing but threw back his head, nostrils flaring. His breathing was deep and fast.

“Shhh, it’s alright sir. Nothings going to hurt you.” With shaky hands I gently pulled Kores muzzle down to my face. He began to calm but was still shaking violently. Someone tried to walk up to us, and Kore began to stomp his feet again.

“Stay back!” I growled.

The dwarf backed off shocked. Patting the rams side and talking low and calmly to him I led him over to the pasture that was connected to the corrals. I opened the gate and patted him one last time.

“Go cool off Kore”

The ram gave me a small nuzzle of affection and quickly trotted off to find a quiet place to rest. After closing the gate, the pain finally caught up to me.

With a hiss and curse I doubled over holding my side. It was my turn to shake violently.

“Eva!” I heard my name shouted again. Thorin, Vili, and Thorins guard and friend Dwalin came running over to me.

Through gasps of pain, I managed to blurt out “I’m alright.”

I tried to stand up straight but failed. This time my legs gave out and I fell to the ground on my knees.

“Careful that was one hell of a kick lass.” Dwalin exclaimed.

I just laughed.

“We need to get her to the healers.” Vili commented quickly. “Can you walk Eva?”

I nodded and tried to stand. I couldn’t even push up off the ground.

Before I knew it I was being gently scooped up. I let out a small whimper of pain.

“I’m sorry.” Thorin mumbled as he carried me across the corral towards the mountain.

Through teary eyes I looked up at him. He looked pale. However, he wasn’t as pale as Fili and Kili standing by the gate. I had an idea that Kili set off the firework and Fili had been my distraction.

In a small procession we made our way to the healers. My head rest on Thorin’s chest as I tried to fight back a wave of nausea.

“We need a healer, quickly!” Thorin shouted over the heads of some dwarrowdams that were crowded around a sick bed.

Oin came over at a trot. “What happened? Set her hear.” He said pointing at an empty cot.

Thorin set me down and the world spun a little. The nausea was about to win. A bucket was swiftly placed at my side and I heaved my breakfast into it.

“Easy lass, easy.” Oin said while holding the bucket. Someone was nice and held my hair back. Once it was all out I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and laid down.

“What happened Thorin?” Oin asked again.

“She got kicked by a ram after Kili set off a firework behind the stable.” Throin growled. From the healers entrance I heard a small sniff and craned my neck to see Fili and Kili standing with their father. They were crying.

Oin nodded and lifted my shirt to look at my abdomen. Dwalin let out small hiss of pain in sympathy. I looked down at my side and let out a bark of laughter. A giant angry purple bruise had already formed across my entire left side. Thorin and Oin gave me concerned looks.

“Oh, that’s not the worse I’ve been hurt.”

“Ye might have a few broken ribs lass.” Oin murmured while gently prodding my side.

I flinched in response but said “Still not the worst.”

Thorin looked down at me with a concerned yet curious look but said nothing.

I spent the next few days in the healers room. Oin was worried about internal bleeding and wanted to keep an eye on me. I think he may have also been worried about my mind after I said, “All my blood is supposed to be inside anyways!”. That got me a glare from Dis who had come as soon as she heard, but a laugh from Dwalin and a dwarf who had almost lost his hands in a forge.

After their last prank that landed me in the healers, Fili and Kili were on their best behaviors and even started studying again under the watchful and strict eye of Balin. From what Vili told me Dis didn’t even have the heart to scold them. They were crying for a while and apologized over and over again to their mother and father.

One day I woke to them bringing me breakfast that they said they helped the cook make for me. I couldn’t be mad at them. I accepted the food and they jumped onto my cot while I took a bite.

It took a lot to not spit the food out. It was way too salty, and I had bitten into something hard. However, I screwed up a smile and managed a “Mmmmm!”. They both smiled and said they would go make me more for lunch.

After they had left I quickly spat the food into a nearby bucket. The dwarf who almost lost his hands laughed at me. “Want some?” I offered and he just laughed more.

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