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jinwoosungs · 16 days

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husband!jinwoo sung x wife!fem.reader

{ i get the feeling, so i'm sure | hand in my hand because i'm yours | i can't, i can't pretend, i can't ignore you're right for me | don't think you wanna know just where i’ve been, oh… }

when you first married your husband all those years ago, you didn’t think that your life would turn into something extraordinary-

almost too extraordinary.

of course, jinwoo sung had always been the sweetest, most kindest man alive. upon meeting you in college, he had stolen your heart with that mysterious smile and strange, glowing eyes of his. the way his soft ebony locks of hair fell across his features along with the way his full lips was turned up in a sheepish grin was enough to steal your heart instantly.

when the man began courting you was when you realized that your lover could do things that many normal people couldn’t do.

for starters, he had a strange, dark aura that constantly surrounded him. those wispy shadows would catch your attention, and before your gaze could follow them for too long, jinwoo would grab your chin and distract you with a kiss-

(which unfortunately for you, worked every time.)

the more you spent your time with him, the more you began to realize that those same wisps that exuded from his form would ultimately surround you as well. you recall the first night you had seen them after working a late shift at the diner that was your job during that time. once you had clocked out and stepped into the cold, night air, you swore you saw something shift within your shadow. curious as to what it was, you step closer to one of the streetlights, hoping that it would further accentuate your shadow-

only to nearly scream when you saw what looked like five pairs of glowing, purple eyes looking back at you. after the realization, you gasped and took a step back, suddenly finding yourself in someone’s arms, jinwoo’s happy voice whispering within your ear.

“hello, my beloved treasure. are you ready to go home?”

your head was spinning, looking at him, then back at your shadow to see it return back to its slender shape, glowing eyes all gone as your head began to spin. swallowing thickly, you turn around to hide your face within his chest.

“hm, what’s wrong, sarang?”

“it’s nothing.”

maybe you were just tired, that’s all. you didn’t want to worry jinwoo and tell him how you saw glowing, purple eyes staring back at you.

perhaps you should take his advice and stop working such late shifts after all?

instead, you ignored those feelings of suspicion, simply cuddling closer to jinwoo as he walked back with you to your shared apartment (completely missing his sigh of relief when you didn’t bring up his soldiers seen in your shadow.)

you didn’t know why you ignored all the strangeness surrounding your beloved boyfriend, but perhaps it was due to the fact that he was such a walking green flag that you truly didn’t care nor mind.

ultimately, he was the best thing that ever happened to you, and who were you to give him up so easily?

after years spent dating, jinwoo finally proposes to you at the ripe age of 27, with you accepting his proposal within seconds. you recall basking in his sweet kisses before proceeding to make love with him the night of his proposal, further cementing your promises of forever with him.

after your marriage, you didn’t think of such weirdness ever again… choosing to simply ignore the shadowy wisps as you correctly guessed that they were meant to protect you-

however, it all reached a boiling point when your son, suho, reached his first birthday and began floating across the dining room table. your eyes go wide, seeing him glowing as the shadowy wisps surrounded your baby boy. he had gotten upset when you didn’t let him eat his birthday cake. one moment you were telling suho to wait for his papa, and the next he was floating above you with pieces of his cake clutched tightly within his tiny grasps.

jinwoo told you he had some work to do at the station, but you were too panicked to wait for him to come home tonight. in your anxious state, you called him right away, feeling grateful that he answers on the second ring.

“hello love-“

“jinwoo…! suho is… he’s floating and the shadows are trying to help him down… but he’s not coming down!”

you follow your child in hopes of catching him if he ever decided to come down, hearing jinwoo shift around a bit on the other line.

“don’t worry, sarang… i told you that i know how to fly, too, right?” amusement was heard in his voice, and you felt a sense of pure annoyance flooding your veins.

“you most certainly have not told me such things! and i expect a full explanation when you come home!”

“wait, my love-“

“and i mean everything, jinwoo sung!”

you hang up the call quickly, watching as suho took a nose dive back into your arms. filled with a sense of relief, you felt your son smear his cake all over your blouse and take a step back-

only to detect the faint scent of your husband’s cologne as his powerful arms were felt wrapped around you.

“how do you manage to do that?” you hiss at him, eyes weakly glaring at him when he holds you even tighter to his chest. again, he had appeared when you needed him the most.

“later, my love… i’ll tell you later… first, let’s celebrate our suho’s precious birthday.”

“bah!!!” suho’s eager cries for his father makes your heart melt, easing your anger just the tiniest bit. you pout while transferring suho into jinwoo’s arms, snickering when your son manages to smear even more bits of frosting and cake against his turtleneck sweater.

the next few hours were spent with you finishing up dinner and celebrating suho’s first birthday with his lopsided cake. never wishing to remain too far away from you or suho, jinwoo settles your form on his lap while you held on to suho, cleaning the crumbs of his cake off of his mouth as your husband cuddled close to you and your son.

when nightfall came and jinwoo helped put suho to bed in his crib, you stayed close by with your arms crossed over your chest. when he shuts suho’s door, his solemn, grey eyes meet with your gaze. you gesture at him to follow you out into the balcony, and he does so while wrapping a hand around your waist.

you slide open the glass door and close it, speaking in hushed tones so as to not disturb your neighbors. “i turned a blind eye to many things when it comes to you jinwoo… solely because i love you so damn much.”

he hums, holding you tightly in his embrace while momentarily looking at the skies.

“from shadows that seem to surround me to your strange glowing eyes-“

“we have a history together, my love.” jinwoo interrupts you, not looking away from the sky.

his words make you look up at him. “obviously, we do. we’ve been together since the start of college.”

“no… before that. way before that.”

taking advantage of his strength, he turns you around so that you were now facing him. his eyes glow that same, startling hue as his hands gripped at your shoulders tightly. “if you wish to know the truth, the whole truth, then say the word. i’m no longer the coward i once was… i’m certain i can keep you by my side regardless of what happens.”

you let out a shaky breath before giving him a nod as your final answer.

he brings you closer to him now, surrounding you within his powerful embrace as he kisses you fully on the lips. the shadows dance around you once more, as you saw a faint glow surrounding your form from beneath your closed eyelids-

and that single action alone was enough to pull the curtain away from your very memories.

there were gates and hunters… monarchs and monsters that threatened to destroy all of humanity…

and there was you and jinwoo…

a hunter with his healer…

all at once, you felt your vivid memories returning back to you, the onslaught of visions being too much to bear that you had a hard time discerning all of them. you end up falling against jinwoo, his arms being wrapped around you in a comforting manner as he prevented you from slumping against the ground.

your head was pounding, yet despite the pain, you manage to look up at him, seeing jinwoo with his eyes clenched shut as tears streamed down his face.

“i’ve been so alone- i’ve kept this burden of mine a secret for so long, and this may be selfish of me, but- i’m truly so happy that you know.”

you shake your head and push through the pain, leaning up to kiss him deeply as he delves his fingers into your hair. as the full moon shone brightly against your entangled forms, you knew that jinwoo had always been your soulmate from the start.

as you spend the following years in marital bliss, you gave suho a little sister named sera, a precious little girl who held both yours and jinwoo’s features while having your eyes. even at such a young age, suho swore to protect his little sister while allowing jinwoo’s shadow soldiers to surround both of them.

yet there was a growing concern between you and jinwoo when it came to your children. after all, jinwoo wanted both suho and sera to live a relatively normal and peaceful life, forcing him to lock away their memories pertaining to the powerful nature of their father (a power that they were sure to inherit someday.)

after jinwoo had erased your children’s memories, you spent the night in your children’s room comforting them, with beru crying while clutching on tightly to suho’s drawing depicting beru holding hands with both him and sera. as the former ant king leaves the room, you whisper to jinwoo.

“will you leave them in the dark forever?”

he shakes his head, bringing you into his embrace while pressing a kiss against your hair. “no, not forever. they’re both still too young… and i’d like to give the fruits of our love some happiness… after all, being children of the shadow monarch is no easy burden to bear…”

you hum in agreement, moving your head so that you could meet his lips in a searing kiss. regardless of what the future would bring, you swore to always remain by jinwoo’s side, all while protecting and raising your children…

“mom, if you keep cutting the cucumbers too much, it’ll be like baby food.”

you snap out of your reveries just then, looking down to see a 10-year old sera looking up at you with an innocent expression. you giggle and pick up the slender girl, allowing her to sit on the counter as you placed the cut cucumbers into a bowl for tonight’s kimchi.

“thank you for helping your mama.” you smile and brush your lips against your daughter’s forehead, earning a giggle from her.

“mama, where’s oppa…? it’s getting late.”

you purse your lips, looking up at the clock to see that it was 6:45pm… sera was right. usually suho would come home from school at around 3pm with your husband joining later around 8 to 9pm.

“my queen, do not fret, for your husband and young monarch are here…” tusk whispers in your ear, making your eyes widen in response.

as if on cue, the door was heard opening, with jinwoo carrying an unconscious suho in his arms.

“oppa!” sera calls out to her brother, jumping off the counter to meet with her father, “papa, is he okay? is oppa hurt?!”

jinwoo chuckles, ruffling his daughter’s hair with a fondness. “your oppa is fine, he just has a little headache. how about you keep him company until he feels better?”

sera gives him a determined nod, following jinwoo into suho’s room when you decide to put all of the ingredients for tonight’s dinner back into the fridge.

after all, jinwoo had a lot of explaining to do.

while waiting for jinwoo’s return, you poured him an ice cold glass of lemonade, filling it to the brim and offering it to him when you felt his arms suddenly encircle around your waist a couple of minutes later.

“thanks, honey…”

you face him, watching him drain the entire glass within seconds.

“where’s sera?”

“staying by her brother’s side until he wakes up. i told her to keep a close watch on him, he should feel better when dinner’s ready.”

you nod and lean against the kitchen sink. “and… just what did you do?”

you take a moment to admire him, feeling a sense of womanly pride filling you at the fact that he was your husband. despite how it was clear that jinwoo had aged, with slight wrinkles against the corner of his eyes and corner of his lips, he still looked as handsome as the day you first met him-

perhaps even handsomer than before.

settling the empty glass to the side, he wraps his arms around your back. “i was testing him, to see if he was ready to fully inherit my abilities. i even made a system for him to help level up as well.”

you hum and sway back and forth in his arms. “and…?”

jinwoo scoffs, “he is far from ready… filled with overconfidence and a cockiness that’s seen in all teenagers his age. suho has been too spoiled, never once facing the dangers or the fear of death… and such inexperience could lead to his downfall.”

your husband’s words manage to earn a laugh from you. “weren’t you just as cocky back then, too?”

jinwoo rolls his eyes, playfully taking your hand before gently biting down against your fingertip. “there’s a difference between fighting to protect what matters and when to stop when victory cannot be achieved. suho has yet to learn that."

he sighs when he sees the concerned look in your eyes, bringing you closer to him as he presses a lingering kiss against your forehead. “i just want him to be able to protect himself and sera if anything were to happen to us… and at the moment, he’s not ready to receive the full gift of my powers just yet.”

you let out a hum and rest your head against his chest. “our babies are growing up so fast… it’s crazy how far our family has come. i trust you and your judgement, jinwoo. because regardless… i’m so happy that i was able to be the mother of your children.”

“and you have no idea how happy i am to be the father of your children.”

after spending a few extra moments sharing kisses, jinwoo smiles down at you while framing at your face with his two hands.

“how about we order some fried chicken with all of our children’s favorite side dishes… as a treat and an apology for scaring our son?”

you giggle and roll your eyes at your husband and his playful smile, feeling your heart become alight with pure love for him-

praying that such bliss with him and your precious kids will last for forever and a day…

{ done being distracted | the one i need is right in my arms | your kisses taste the sweetest with mine | and i’ll be right here with you 'til end of time. }

a.n. - i was so desperate to write for hubby!jinwoo, and i’m so happy at how this turned out 🥹 i apologize for any errors, since i wish to get this posted asap!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #.stories

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 5 months

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Good Morning

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MC is pleasantly awoken by Ominis

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

18-year-old Ominis and MC are eager to start their lives together after school, and on this particular morning, they are especially eager.

Word count: 2,963

Arrrgh I apologize this took so long, this time of year is crazy for me and it's difficult to write. :( I was inspired to write this by @tamayula-hl's art of Ominis and MC here. Please go look at her beautiful art, even if you've already seen it before 😌💚

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A soft breeze sighed through the deep green leaves of summer trees. It carried sounds of crickets that floated in through the open window and settled in the warm room. MC’s skin tingled as she lay on her side, head propped up by an arm and legs demurely placed one atop the other. She was surrounded by overstuffed pillows, warm blankets and silky sheets. She was dimly aware of a gossamer shift that barely covered her from her chest and shoulders down to her hips. Each time she moved, the way the little gown caressed her warm hips and her firm nipples felt exquisite. She was far too distracted to be bothered by how revealing the dress was, however, because reclining next to her was her beloved Ominis Gaunt. He wore a rakish, loose white shirt with dark trousers and was busy running his fingers over the beguiling material of her tiny gown. His face was lifted up into a small smirk as he marveled at how one piece of clothing could be so small and cover so little. His starry eyes sparkled bright blue as his fingertips glided. Oh, how MC wished she could swim in those eyes.

"My beautiful wife," Ominis murmured, his voice melodic and sweet. "How fortunate that I have you all to myself. I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you, and this pretty little dress is not helping matters."

MC blushed and felt every word in the English language evaporate from her imagination. She could only manage a gentle, affectionate laugh in response.

MC reached up to stroke Ominis' immaculate blond hair. His eyes slid shut as he leaned into her hand and his lips parted. Silky gold strands slipped through MC's fingers as she drank in her husband’s beauty. Every feature of his angelic face was sheer perfection, from the beauty marks that decorated the side of his face to his striking eyelashes and his dramatic cheekbones. MC resisted the sudden urge to smother him with soft kisses. As much as she wanted to give in to the urge, she knew the subtle expression on Ominis’ face; he wanted more. He opened his eyes, now full of desire as his smile ever so slowly faded. His fingertips stroked up MC’s side, dragging the edge of the little dress upward a few more inches. His hand wandered up to her jawline and swept her face with his thumb until he found her lips. He leaned forward and pushed a tender kiss to them... and then another... and another. Each kiss betrayed his true desires, stoking a flame deep inside both of them. The kisses grew more forceful and audible until Ominis could resist no longer, and he gently rolled MC onto her back and hovered over her.

MC’s dress was now hiked up to her waist, completely exposing her lower half. She suddenly felt a tug at her hair. Ominis had grabbed a fistful to tilt her head back and gain access to her neck. She moaned Ominis' name as he traced his lips along an artery that flared to the beat of her fluttering heart. He parted his lips and let his tongue trail along while his knee unceremoniously pushed her legs apart and nestled against her bare core.

"Ominis," MC gasped as her hips bucked. He merely chuckled and pushed his knee harder against her, rolling it at a slow, steady rhythm. The fabric of his trousers felt indescribably satisfying against her soaked and needy core.

As her hips lifted from the soft bed beneath them both, Ominis tugged upwards at MC's dress. He dragged it up her body, delighting in her little moans and giggles as the fabric brushed over her skin. Ominis hungrily pressed his mouth to her naked skin as he pushed the clothing away, letting his warm breath fan out across her stomach, then her hip, then up her side to her ribs.

"All mine," Ominis breathed as the minuscule dress bunched under MC’s arms. "Every inch of your beautiful body is mine to do with as I please."

MC whimpered and rutted against Ominis' knee again. He began his descent back down her body, planting small kisses as he went, as if to remind her in case she ever forgot what they felt and sounded like.

Suddenly, the world around MC began to melt to nothingness, and she became disappointingly aware of the fact she had been dreaming.

"Good morning," Ominis murmured. His lips scarcely left her legs as he warmly greeted MC.

MC blinked the sleep from her eyes and became aware of Ominis kissing up and down her thighs, separated from her skin by only her single layer of undergarments. She had been lying on her back, and Ominis had been overcome by his affection for her; he gently held her knees up with each hand as he kissed up and down each soft limb. She tried to move but found herself tangled in robes and blankets—and Ominis—on a large, overstuffed couch. Surrendering to the bind of clothing and her sweetheart, she let a smile curl her lips upwards as she enjoyed the affection Ominis heaped upon her. She began to recall details of falling asleep on his warm chest in the Room of Requirement the night previous.

MC had been trying to remember if they had been studying or had simply found a quiet place to mutter sweet nothings and hold each other tight when she felt the brush of her undergarments against her thighs. She looked down at Ominis who was dragging warm, heavy kisses down her thighs. She reached out to lovingly stroke at one of his hands beneath her knees and take in the sight of him.

Ever the prim young gentleman, Ominis had likely been up for some time and had already combed his hair back in place. He was wearing a smart vest and slender trousers—the kind of trousers that easily betrayed his desires when he was in the company of his young lady.

"Did you sleep well, my love? I heard you muttering. I do hope you were having pleasant dreams," Ominis said between kisses.

"I—yes," MC answered softly. A blush rose in her cheeks until she was sure even Ominis could detect the heat in her face.

"What did you dream in that pretty head of yours?" he mumbled into her leg.

"We... were married," MC shyly replied. Ominis paused, and MC glimpsed a sweet smile on his face as he imagined an entire lifetime together with MC. "We had the most beautiful, luxurious bed, and..."

"Yes?" Ominis urged as he resumed his affection. "Don't stop now—I enjoy where this is headed."

MC giggled and nudged at his shoulder playfully. "It was a warm summer night. I could hear crickets. You were wearing such a handsome shirt and pair of trousers. And you had just begun to take a tiny dress off of me."

Ominis groaned. His kisses had stopped entirely, and he was enraptured by her words. "Exactly how tiny?"

MC took one of Ominis' hands from her knee and guided it up to the side of her hip where her uniform skirt hugged her figure, wrinkled from a night of being curled up on a couch in Ominis’ arms. Ominis' hand skated to her front, and he imagined how truly little the dress had covered.

Ominis sighed sharply. "Dear Merlin—if such a dress exists, I need you in it.”

MC smiled and cupped his jaw in her hand. “Perhaps someday I’ll just have to wear such a thing for you.”

Ominis resumed kissing MC with renewed enthusiasm. “Then I greatly anticipate the day... just one more reason why I cannot wait to be done with school next month so I may make you my wife.”

MC sighed blissfully and leaned back into the cushions supporting her head. “We’ve been waiting for two years, yet it feels like a lifetime. I can’t wait to have our own house where I may come home every evening to fall into your arms and make the sweetest of love.”

MC quietly gasped as Ominis nipped at the inside of her thigh. He smiled with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Then we had better start practicing, hadn’t we?”

Ominis reached up to the waist of MC's skirt to grip it lightly. His question was silent, but clear.

MC beamed, squeezing his hand affirmatively. “You’ll take any excuse to get me out of my clothes, won't you?”

Ominis chuckled and slid her skirt and undergarments over her hips. “Only because you’re irresistibly beautiful.”

The fabric tickled her skin delightfully as Ominis teasingly slid her clothing down her thighs and finally dragged them along her shins until he gracefully pulled them off completely and tossed them to the floor.

MC could feel she had been aroused for far longer than she had been awake. Arousal was dripping from her core. Ominis noticed it too as he ran the backs of his fingers up between her legs and leaned down to her ear.

“You’re so pretty, my little hummingbird,” Ominis whispered. “And so eager, too. You’re practically dripping, and we’ve only just begun.”

Ominis skated his free hand down the inside of her thigh until it came to rest over her warm core. MC gasped quietly.

Ominis leaned back and touched his lips to MC’s knee as softly as he could manage before dragging them down MC’s thigh. She groaned as his practiced lips trailed fiery need in their wake. By stark contrast, each soft exhale was like delicate snowfall over her skin. She moaned Ominis’ name as his mouth wandered closer to the base of her thigh.

In his typical mischievous fashion, Ominis diverted himself and began kissing up her abdomen. Her hips bucked once as she moaned. Merlin, this boy knew what he was doing and exactly how to make her wait for what she wanted.

Ominis chuckled and ran the tip of his tongue up to her stomach. MC’s chest flared violently, and she gripped his hair in a fist.

“So soft and sweet,” Ominis murmured into her skin. “And so sensitive.”

On cue, goosebumps rolled over MC’s body, and she began quietly panting. Ominis only chuckled and gave her a teasing smile.

“Where is it that you want my lips, my beautiful little hummingbird?” he asked liltingly against her skin. “Wherever you desire is where I shall put them—all I ask for in return is your most sordid little noises.”

“I want you between my legs,” MC gasped. “I promise I’ll be good, Ominis, please.”

Ominis appeared satisfied and trailed more slow and tender kisses back down her abdomen. He smiled against her smooth skin as he finally delved between her legs. His lips softly touched her entrance: one of his favorite secret little places to which only he and MC were allowed. He flicked his tongue once and heard MC whisper his name and grip his hair tighter. He rose back up with her arousal on his lips and made a show of hungrily licking them. MC would have kissed him if she were close enough.

“Louder,” Ominis smirked as his head dipped again. He kissed her core over and over and gently nibbled at her. MC moaned again and felt her face light up a bright red.

Ominis smiled and gently spread her further with his thumbs. His kisses grew louder as he worshipped her soaked core. His tongue coyly snaked out and probed for any spot that made her gasp as he lapped at her arousal.

“So beautiful,” Ominis mumbled. “I wonder how I’ll make you cum this time…”

MC whimpered. The sound reverberated in sync with her hips rolling up into Ominis’ mouth. She gently placed a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

“Such a good, obedient girl,” Ominis crooned. “Just like that. Let me hear how aroused you really are by my tongue.”

Ominis explored and prodded at everything he could reach, all while MC gasped and whimpered, gripping his hair to keep him firmly in place. The soft, warm tip of his tongue stroked up to the left of her eager clit, over the top and down the right side before closing his lips over the needle little organ and gently sucking. MC nearly screamed his name as she begged him for release. He couldn’t help but flick at her with his tongue as he did, and MC cried out loudly enough for her voice to ring in their ears for a moment afterwards. MC whimpered in embarrassment, but Ominis felt around for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly as he released a moan of his own. Her arousal dripped down onto the blankets underneath her.

Ominis pulled his lips away and licked them. “Like a beautiful little rose bud,” he murmured. “You taste incredible.”

“Ominis, I—oh, please don’t stop,” MC panted.

The young couple had been treating each other to this kind of affection for months now, yet each time Ominis had his head between her legs, it felt like the first time all over again.

The flat of Ominis' tongue massaged her in large, smooth circles that made MC buck her hips. She whimpered and tangled her fingers in his hair.

Ominis’ tongue stopped, and he began to speak with his lips still pressed to her.

“So what will it be, darling? Shall I tease your cute little clit, massaging you until you’re begging me for permission to cum, or shall I give you my fingers and let you desperately fuck my hand like the good little slut you are?”

“Anything,” MC panted, heavily distracted. “Just make me cum—please.”

Ominis gave a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps you’ve earned both. You’ve been so good for me, telling me all about your dirty little dream, making me want you in that tiny dress and making all sorts of beautiful noises.”

Before MC could respond, Ominis leaned down and took tiny licks of her clit as if he were tasting the sweetest candy. Each little stroke pulled another tiny whimper from MC. Her entire body twitched slightly as she felt her slowly approaching climax. Ominis’ fingers pushed their way inside her and began pumping. MC arched her back and nearly shouted.

The wet sound of his fingers excited him, and a deeply intense expression clouded his face.

“I want you to look at me,” Ominis growled. “Look at how eagerly you spread your legs for me and me alone, my tongue on your pretty little cunt as you take my fingers inside you. I want you to remember this so you’ll always know what your pretty moans and the intoxicating taste of your arousal do to me... you would do well to remember who your perfect clit and delicious arousal belong to.”

MC was panting as Ominis took another languid stroke up her core and pumped his fingers deeper into her. She felt her abdomen begin to coil tightly, and her grip on his hair tightened as moans once again escaped her lips and echoed off the walls of the Room of Requirement.

“Ominis, please—" she gasped.

“Cum for me, darling,” Ominis purred seductively. “Be a good girl, now, and clench around my fingers.”

MC was no match for Ominis’ honeyed words and the curling of his fingers inside her, and her back arched again as she crescendoed into wave after wave of pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes—Ominis, oh—don’t stop…” she gasped. Ominis growled deeply, stubbornly holding pressure on her clit and against her walls until she slowly came back down.

Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity, MC's breaths slowed as her euphoria came to a satisfying end. Ominis withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, taking care to make a show of how much he loved the taste. MC felt a pleasant tingling deep inside her as she watched him, her body reluctant to fully come down from orgasm.

In her hazy afterglow, MC gently pulled at Ominis' clothes, and he slid up to rest his entire weight upon her. Small waves of residual pleasure coursed through her veins as she stroked Ominis' hair while he laid his head on her chest.

"Is my little hummingbird's appetite finally quelled?" Ominis teased.

"For now," MC sighed, allowing her eyes to slide shut. "I think we need to sleep here more often if this is how we start our morning."

Ominis chuckled and slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. MC pouted for a moment at losing her source of warmth and love until she caught the sound of rustling clothing. She looked down at Ominis again to find he was undoing the front of his trousers. MC could already see part of his hardened manhood trying to break free of its confines.

MC raised her eyebrows in interest. "Well, hello there," she murmured as she sat up and reached forward to affectionately stroke Ominis’ beautiful cock with the backs of her fingers. “It seems you need some attention, too.”

Ominis sighed blissfully at her touch. He allowed himself to be guided down onto his back by MC and practically melted as her fingers delicately wrapped around his length.

“Wait…” Ominis suddenly said as his hand reached out to gently touch MC’s. “Do you need anything before we continue? Breakfast? Some water? You only woke up a short time ago.”

MC smiled and pressed a small kiss to Ominis’ tip. He groaned and nearly forgot what he had just said.

“I can wait,” she replied playfully.

“It might be a while,” Ominis muttered with his own smirk.

“I don’t mind—something tells me I’ll get to have an appetizer before we head down for breakfast together,” MC said with a mischievous smile.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

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sabokunsmalia · 7 months

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featuring: vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader content warning: smut (mdni!!), masturbation, semi-public, slight degradation hi it's malia: those ideas just randomly pop into my head, i can't help it. it's quite ridiculous but well, enjoy babes

burning cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, sanji used a long spoon to stir the soup he cooked for the past two hours. luffy ordered a celebration for tonight, after defeating another enemy with the created alliances. a feast, and sanji was happy to prepare meals for new guests. satisfied faces were his sweetest pleasure. the kitchen was in pure silence, the sole sound was the boiling soup and the sizzling steaks in the oiled pan.

seated on the wooden table, feet propped up on the sole material and the legs spread further apart behind sanji's back. exactly how he instructed you to properly sit and watch closely how gently he placed the different dishes on the cold plates. squelching sounds filled his ears, the corners of his mouth lifted and a smirk spread across his face. a sound so familiar to him, so beloved by the cook. two of your slender fingers entered your wet hole, and left immediately to brush simple circles over your puffy bud.

sanji's instructions were clear, he was listening closely to the changes in your behavior. how your inhales have gotten deeper, how the exhales have gotten shakier, and how the pace of your fingers quickened while pushing into your sweet pussy. th sounds erupting from your dry throat were an alluring melody to his ears, attempting to resist helping you with reaching a long overdue orgasm.

"sanji, i need," you panted between needy whines, eyes rolling to the back but never hitting the right spot inside of you. "i need your help, please," you pleaded with the master cook, another try to capture his attention but the blonde just chuckled. so deeply, so quietly, almost too devilish to be made of bones and skin.

"should have thought about that request before teasing me at breakfast this morning," sanji's voice was calm, without any unexpected highs or lows in his tone. nothing bothered him, not even the chance to watch his girlfriend play with her puffy clit on the table behind him. you wanted to wait, wanted to wait until the little celebration passed the time when everyone was too drunk to care. but that idea did not play out very well as sanji prepared punishment for your actions pretty quickly.

a deep breath coaxed out of your chest, you did not know what kind of emotion filled your stomach. disappointment because he wasn't even glancing over his shoulder? regret for being way too needy and not respecting his words? maybe guilt for being foolish enough to think you would leave without punishment.

your eyes fluttered close as your fingers curled, pressing deeper into the soreness and warmth of your pussy. but the fireworks never exploded, the spark never burned and the high which approached you died down way too quickly again. "sanji ple-"

words interrupted by large fingers wrapped around your throat, pressing together tightly but gently and forcing you to swallow the syllables you could not speak. "can't even take the punishment right, hm?" the cigarette stuck to his dried bottom lip, the smoke floating through the thick air between the two of you. he took a drag, blowing it straight into your face without a sense of care. "always needing my help," he tsked as the white cancer stick left his mouth, landing in the ashtray of the kitchen.

wiping his long fingers on the sky blue apron around his waist, sanji's blown-out pupils anchored completely on your face. he knew your body perfectly, each curve and each little scar as your fingers were pushed away by his. soft tips pressed against the hardened bud, already engulfing in the wetness you firmly spread across your cunt while pushing and circling wildly. "so dirty, so nasty," the cook chuckled, starting with soft figure eights.

his pace did not matter at all, as soon as sanji's hands touched you, it felt so different from the rough and needy movements of your own digits. "oh sanji," you moaned, head falling back into the neck and lips parted slightly. one hand flatly placed on the wooden table behind you to keep your posture steady, the other placed on the white fabric which wrapped up his upper arm nicely.

"need my help, little girl, mh?" he leaned down further, palm flatly placed on the table between your spread legs as his face reached the same height as yours. his warm breath fanned over the tip of your nose and your lips, smelling the cigarettes but also the sweet scent of the red wine, he drank while cooking. "need your help, yes," you nodded your head, repeatedly and eagerly. sanji's teasing was worse than having to handle your desires by yourself.

"i will help you, princess, it was all i wanted to hear," sanji's rough voice became the loving melody again, which you've gotten used to during the relationship. he was whispering sweet promises, as you felt his fingertips wandering from your clit towards your entrance. easily, the first quarter slipped inside without warning or preparation.

"now let me hear you say my name,"

oh, it was like the devil sat on his broad shoulders, laughing to himself as the long fingers of your favorite cook entered you completely.

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panda-writes-kpop · 4 months

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the dreadful need in the devotee ~ lee gahyeon

a/n: sorry for all my international folks, I know I'm late (curse you comp sci homework for taking hours to complete) but happy Gahyeon day!! here's your daily dose of existensial dread and sadness in case you haven't felt that way recently :] (all jokes, but apparently I was in my feels when I wrote this)

tw: fluff to sadness, main character death, car accident, some religious elements, we almost got a happy ending folks

acknowledgements: inspired by hozier's talk and the pjo series on Disney plus!

word count: 2.8k

summary: a recollection of the five times you couldn't look at Gahyeon and the one time you did, but it's staged during a modern retelling of one of my favorite greek myths of all time (5+1 trope my beloved <3)

♡ Masterlist ♡

As the burning taste of alcohol travels down your throat, you think about why you’re here on a Wednesday night.

Here wasn’t home, the place you most often were found. Home was your paradise, your inspiration for your work - but you had been in a rut lately. Nothing seemed to spark your creativity, not even a hot drink and a warm bath would do.

So you wandered down the street, hoping to find something that would make you and your work feel alive again. Instead, the couples you passed on the street only chose to dig at a wound that you had covered with the patchwork of self-isolation.

Since tonight was an utter failure, much like most nights this month, you turned to the one thing that made everything a little better - booze. A drink sounded nice, especially as the last couple you passed discussed their wedding and future together.

You slid into the first bar that you found that was not too far from your apartment. Five blocks was a new record for you, considering that every store you needed was only two or three blocks from your apartment. Maybe you’d print out a certificate so you’d have some marker of success to hang on your wall.

World’s Most Introverted Person Travels Two Blocks Farther Than Usual!

You need another hobby besides drinking and bad jokes.

You’d turn to art, but blank pages and screens peek out at you from every corner of your apartment. That wasn’t an option, and you had already used all your daily wanderlust to find a bar, so drinking would have to do.

It wasn’t like the bar was busy or anything - weeknight traffic was slow, especially on Wednesday. You were sitting at the bar, making occasional idle chatter with the bartender and another patron who seemed to be in a worse state of despair than you.

You were fine in your bubble, and it wasn’t like anything would pop it any time soon-

Then you see her.

Your eyes landed on a group of girls sitting in a corner, but the girl that draws your attention is everything you had imagined and so much more. With bright pink hair, it was impossible to see anything but here.

She was a beautiful white lily among the tall grass, a sweet melody floated over syncopated beats. She was the sun, and you were a comet that was about to crash into her orbit. She was everything, and you were nothing.

…And she was looking right at you.

Fuuuuuck.

You immediately look away when she bounces up to you - she’s probably going to talk to that other person, right?

You couldn’t look her in the eyes, even when she, in all of her beautiful glory, was right in front of you.

“Do you want to join us for drinks?” Her eyes are inviting as she holds her hand out to you.

You try to find a reason to say no, but she sparks something within you. Something warm and kind, buried under the safety blanket that you wrapped your heart in.

She wasn’t your inspiration, not yet, at least. A muse, perhaps?

Whatever divine intervention brought you together was well needed.

Even though you couldn’t look her in the eyes until you were both drunk enough to forget everything but each other.

Gahyeon, her name was.

Even though the headache fucking sucked (but was so worth it, considering the extra phone number in your contacts), things started to look up for you. You could actually produce art, which meant that you could pay your landlord on time.

Your apartment was a mess while you were in a funk - a proper decluttering was in order. If you weren’t inspired to do art, you definitely weren’t inspired to do household chores. You shudder as your mother’s voice reprimands you about keeping your place tidy.

Perhaps sending proof of life would get her voice out of your head. Yet again, she’d probably call you and then want to visit, which would make things worse.

Suddenly, doing the dishes instead of mentally stalling doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Tedious doesn’t begin to cover your feelings towards the stacks upon stacks on dishes, which hadn’t grown mold or attracted flies, thank god. You decide to set your phone aside (you’d checked it three times since you decided to do the dishes, maybe you need to get a safe to throw it into) before filling the sink with water.

As you add soap to the water, your phone chimes. You shut off the water, as flooding your apartment would be worse than cold water, you reason.

You were sober enough to put Gahyeon’s name in your phone, but your capitalization skills were a bit… questionable.

gAhyEOn: hey u up?

some friends and I went drinking last night, and I need a pick-me-up.

you wanna go for coffee?

Coffee? As in a coffee date? As in you’ll be face-to-face with Gahyeon alone, after you probably made a fool of yourself a few nights ago?

Well, you don’t remember much about that night, do you?

God damn you, vodka, you taste good in too many mixed drinks.

You quickly respond with a ‘Sure! What time?’ after contemplating what to say for an uncomfortable amount of time.

gAhyEOn: Does thirty minutes work for you?

I’ll send you the address, see if you can make it there in time.

Your phone buzzes, and afterwards, you plug the address into Google Maps - it’s only a block farther than the bar you met Gahyeon in. If you quickly scrubbed a few dishes and put proper clothes on (the Pokemon pajamas were cute but not ideal for a “first date”), you could make it there in thirty minutes if you run-walked.

You send her a confirmation text, telling her that the time and place will work. You manage to finish a quarter of the dishes (you’ll totally finish the rest of the dishes instead of continuing your latest masterpiece) before throwing on a comfortable outfit that’s perfect for a first date. You grab your wallet and phone before heading out of your apartment.

The walk to the cafe takes a lot less time than you had considered, but that was probably because you were going through a hundred and one different ways that you could make a fool of yourself.

Although you nearly ran headfirst into a pole when you saw Gahyeon waving at you in the distance, you had made it to the café.

Even if you were a bit too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, a bit sweaty from run-walking here, especially after she told you off for being late.

“You’re five minutes late. I thought I told you thirty minutes, not thirty-five-”

“In my defense,” You raise your hands in the air, “I’m worse at directions when I’m sober.”

“If you buy me coffee, I may forgive you.”

“Let’s test that theory, huh?” You open the door for her as she gracefully smiles.

You let out a nervous sigh before closing the door behind you. You’ve got this, right?

Maybe the gods would push some luck in your favor.

Gahyeon didn’t think you were a total loser, so that was a plus.

She even agreed to a proper first date, and then a second, next a third, and you’d somehow convinced her to become your girlfriend… which meant that she would be moving in with you since you’d been dating for a year and a half.

Time flies.

“Can you help me with these boxes, babe?”

After shoving more of your supplies (holy fuck how much shit did you own) into a spare closet, you join Gahyeon at the door to receive the box that she had in her hands.

“I got it,” You say before immediately swearing after the box rests in your arms, “what did you put in here, a bowling ball?”

“Three, actually,” Gahyeon offers a sweet smile as you shake your head, “it’s just the first box of my clothes. You can set it in the bedroom, if you would.”

“The things I do for you.” You scoff before shifting the weight in the box (seriously, what was in here?).

You take a few steps forward as Gahyeon wanders around your apartment. She peeks into the room you just left before letting out a gasp.

“You didn’t move your work so I could have more space, did you?”

You pause, not turning to meet her eye, as she accusingly charges toward you.

“Yah, babe, I told you to leave that stuff there! You know how much I love seeing your work.”

You hightail it to the bedroom before she tackles you into a warm hug. You both dissolve into giggles, heavy boxes and caring anger set aside, as you enjoy her presence.

“I love you.” She whispers before kissing your lips.

You wonder what god of love was paid off in order to match you and Gahyeon, but you didn’t care. Everything worked, you two worked, and your work spoke for itself.

That’s all you ever needed.

A wedding ring was the other thing you needed.

You had fiddled with the ring for ages, wondering when would be the right time to propose.

Gahyeon deserved the best, after all.

So you just asked her one day, when the moment was right.

And she said yes before bursting out into tears. You were quick to comfort her, of course, but you felt like you had ascended to another plane of reality.

Finally, everything made sense.

Your creative energy was at a high, so you were producing plenty of work. You were ahead on rent, enough so that you could save up for a house and a wedding, eventually.

Gahyeon stood in the kitchen, admiring the ring on her left hand, as you wrapped your arm around her waist.

“The ring’s pretty.” She says absentmindedly as you squeeze your arms, which makes her laugh. “What’s up?”

“I got bored. Something told me to go out here and check up on you.” You give a small shrug before kissing her cheek. “What are you up to?”

“I’m going to head to the store by my old place to pick up a few things. Do you want anything?”

For some reason, your stomach sinks. But why, you wonder? She made this trip often, what was so awful about it now?

“Are you sure you don’t want to go down the street, to the convenience store?” You try to convince her as she shakes her head and manages to escape your grasp.

“I’ll be fine, babe,” She turns to give you a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing the car keys on the table, “are you worried about me?”

“Maybe.” You give a noncommittal answer before checking the clock. “Be home for dinner!”

“I will, I promise.” She walks away and grabs the doorknob before turning back to you. “Hey!”

“Hey what?”

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Gahyeon winks at you as you look away in embarrassment.

It’s crazy that she still has this effect on you, years later.

She laughs before shutting the door as you stare at the front door to your apartment like a lovesick golden retriever waiting for their human to return.

You couldn’t wait for her to return back into your arms, so you could make dinner and spend the rest of your night together.

Four hours.

It had been four hours since Gahyeon left.

Should you be worried?

She would’ve texted, called, told you if she would’ve been late. Gahyeon expected the same of you, even though you weren’t the most prompt person at times.

You should stop pacing before you have to add carpet replacement to your laundry list of things to buy. The sun had gone down, but that meant that traffic must’ve been heavy, right?

You need to take a walk before you worry yourself into an early grave.

You grab a light jacket before exiting your apartment. Taking a walk around the block has always helped clear your mind, but your heart pangs with a new hurt as Gahyeon always liked to go on walks with you.

She was fine, she had to be fine.

You round the corner, only to want to immediately retreat back into your home.

A car accident.

The worst part?

Gahyeon’s car was among the wreckage.

Police officers pushed the surrounding crowd back, and you scream when you see an EMT pick a bloody ring out from among the wreckage.

Not just any ring.

Her ring.

You can’t look anymore.

You hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks.

You hadn’t created anything since the day she died.

Three weeks.

Twenty-one days.

Five-hundred and four hours.

Thirty-thousand, two-hundred forty minutes.

You can’t breathe, can’t think.

You need to open a window.

The light casts a gentle glow over your apartment.

It’s a wreck. You’re a wreck.

How fitting.

Your phone rings. It’s probably your mother, asking why you didn’t come to Sunday dinner for the third time in a row.

You can’t tell her about Gahyeon, you could barely face her parents and tell them what happened. You were choked up then, and you hadn’t felt much better since.

Your heart had been ripped from your chest.

You pick up your phone anyway.

“Do you want to see her again?” A deep male voice echoes from your phone speaker as you sigh.

“You have the wrong number. Have a good day.” You say with no emotion as the voice quickly replies.

“It’s Gahyeon. I have Gahyeon.”

“Who are you? Where is she?”

“Go to the bar where you first met. I’ll meet you there and take you to her.”

“Hold on, how do I know you’re not-”

You pause as you hear the other line beep repeatedly.

He hung up on me. What a dick.

“What do you want?” You gruffly ask as you slide into a booth opposite a man dressed in an all-black suit.

He fixes his silver locks for a moment before looking you up and down.

“You want the girl back?”

“Gahyeon,” You correct, “and I want her here as much as her family does.”

“Would you do anything for her?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately as the man smiles.

“Good, good.” He snaps his fingers as the scenery around you changes.

You’re forced on your feet as the booth disappears behind you.

“What the fuck-” You look at the walls, which expand in every direction and then disappear behind walls of fire and stone.

The man walks forward as a set of stairs appears before him.

“Who are you?” You ask as the ground underneath you begins to shift.

“Death, not the devil.” He answers after sitting down on a throne made of fire and magma. “I have a proposition for you, since your love for Gahyeon has moved my wife. I’m feeling rather…. generous, shall we say?”

“What’s the catch?”

“You have to take the long way out, with you leading and her behind. You can’t look back to see if she’s there, you have to trust yourself and trust her. Understood?”

“I-” You pause while weighing your options.

Could you lead her out of Hell? A dangerous adventure, sure, but it would be worth it to bring her home.

“I accept.”

Death snaps his finger before a door to your left appears.

“Walk through that door and begin your journey.”

You place your hand on the door before looking back at him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until you get to the other side.”

You didn’t expect walking through hell to be a cake walk, but you were absolutely exhausted.

Who knows if death himself didn’t trick you in the first place?

You couldn’t look to see if Gahyeon was behind you, and you couldn’t hear her speaking as well.

You just had to trust yourself and trust her.

You trusted Gahyeon, of course you did, but did you trust yourself enough that you wouldn’t have been fooled?

Everyone in hell is looking at you as you climb up towards the exit.

You can do this. You should do this.

Is she really behind me?

You should keep going. You have to keep going.

Your footsteps begin to slow as your breath becomes ragged. You were tired, but you were almost there.

You see the light, see everything that you would have again.

You reach out to embrace the light, you’re almost there.

Is she there?

Gahyeon gasps as your eyes connect with hers.

“You… were there.”

“I always was.” She softly answers before backing up towards the darkness.

“I made a mistake.” You try to reach out and grab her, but she’s fading away from you.

“I know.”

“I love you.” A tear falls from your eye as she disappears into nothingness.

“I know.”

Just like that, she was gone, and you were alone.

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spiderispunk · 1 year

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(Because mine is coming up and I’ll need a pick me up about it lol) can I get 🎁 birthday sex with tasm!peter pretty please? Love you! 😘😘

A Cause For Celebration

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x afab!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only). Food (A cupcake). Fingering. Unprotected Sex. PinV. Light Breathplay. Fluff.

Summary: In which Peter Parker shows up at your front door with a slightly smashed cupcake and a whispered "Happy Birthday" or Birthday Sex with Peter Parker.

A/N: This is for my beloved Jey (@flightlessangelwings). Happy belated birthday! I'm so sorry this fic took so long, but I really hope you like it. Thanks for being patient with me. I love you!

You didn’t want anything for your birthday.

When you first told Peter, he thought he had misheard you.

“Nothing?” He asked, eyebrows creeping up into his hairline.

“Nothing.” You confirmed.

Peter squinted at you, and tilted his head to the side like he couldn’t believe it. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I just want a quiet night in, with you.”

“Okay.” He shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”

And he’d really tried his best to keep his word, but as he passed a little bakery on the corner, on the way to your place, he couldn’t help but stop.

At first, he hadn’t known how the little hole-in-the-wall had escaped his notice all these months, but then he realized he had more of a habit of swinging to your apartment than using his legs. One tended to miss the little things when swinging three hundred feet in the air at break-neck speed.

The smell caught his attention first. An enticing swirl of warm sugary vanilla-cinnamon-hazelnut and rich chocolatey sweetness that wafted out the front door as a customer exited. He floated into the entrance– literally drifted through the door like a cartoon.

Rows of pastries lined the shelves of the display case. Chocolate eclairs, powdered donuts, flaky, sugar-dusted dough, loaves of pumpkin and gingerbread still steaming as they cooled. But there on the counter, under a glass dome, was a lone cupcake, with swirls of pastel blue and white icing sculpted into tiny flowers. A dusting of silver sugar rested on the top, sparkling in the light.

It was perfect. Peter bought it immediately, pulling a crumpled ten dollar bill from his coat pocket. He dropped the change in the glass tip jar, and was on his way with a promise to return soon.

He figured the cupcake didn’t count in the nothing category, as it was much too small, and probably much too delicious to deny.

Peter carefully cradled the cute little box it came in all the way to your apartment building. Unfortunately it got a bit jostled during his ascent up the six flights of stairs, but that couldn’t be helped. .

Two knocks signal his arrival, and you’re quick to open the door and let him in.

“Hi, Pete.” You step aside to let him into your apartment.

Peter brings in the snowy night with him. You can feel the cold drift off of his body. It makes you shiver, even in your pajama pants and sweatshirt. He smells like ice and smoke. Small white snowflakes dust the messy brown hair that has escaped his blue beanie, and cling to his long lashes. His cheeks are rosy red, having been abused by the icy wind. His chapped lips stretch into a smile that reaches the warmth of his hot chocolate eyes.

“Hey, baby.” He kisses you sweetly, tasting the smile on your lips. “Happy birthday!” He pulls the box from behind his back.

You frown down at the box. “I said no gifts.”

“It’s not a gift.” He opens the box. “It’s a cupcake.” He sways the box under your nose. “I passed a bakery on the way over here, figured you deserved something to celebrate. Look, we don’t need to light a candle or sing happy birthday or anything like that. But everyone should get a cake on their birthday.”

You take the box from him. The frosting is slightly smeared, but you can still make out the shape of the delicate flower that was once there. It’s beautiful. And more importantly, the cupcake looks delicious.

“Thank you, Peter,” you say with a soft smile. “This was really sweet of you.”

Peter’s face lights up. “So…I’m not in trouble for buying it?” He wraps his arm around your waist.

“No. You’re not.”

He wipes his free hand across his forehead. “Phew! I was actually really worried there for a second. You’re hot when you’re mad, but you’re also really scary.”

You pull him forward by his scarf. “C’mon, let’s eat this cupcake before your mouth gets you into trouble.”

Peter nods. “Yeah, that’s probably best.”

He shrugs out of his coat, and pulls the cotton beanie from his head. His hair springs free in a frizzy and comical halo. You try your best not to laugh, but you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes your lips.

“What? Are you laughing at me now, sweetheart?” Peter raises his eyebrows.

You cover your mouth and shake your head.

“No?” He asks, draping his winter gear over the kitchen chair. “Sure sounds like it. What’s so funny?”

“See for yourself.” You point to the mirror hanging by the door, and Peter looks at his reflection.

“Huh.” He brushes his fingers through his hair with a grin. “Yeah, I’ll admit that’s pretty funny.” Peter turns back to you and rubs his hands together. “Shall we begin the festivities?”

Thirty minutes later you’re sitting on the sofa watching Empire Strikes Back for what has to be the 500th time, or at least enough times for you and Peter to have memorized every other line. You’re giggling at Peter’s terrible impression of Chewbacca that sounds more like a nauseated cat than the Wookie himself, and Peter is looking at you like you hung the very stars in that galaxy far, far away.

The cupcake box sits empty on the coffee table, only the wrinkled paper and crumbs are left of it. It really was delicious. The blue icing sweet, but not overly so, the cake fluffy with a hint of nutmeg. You were reluctant to ruin those pretty flowers, but in the end, you and Peter split the cupcake in two and chowed down.

Now, you lick the remnants of the sticky icing off of your fingertips. Peter’s eyes meet yours, and his lips part into a blue-stained grin.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers, eyes shining in the light of the television.

“Thanks,” you say. “And thank you for the cupcake. It was delicious.”

His smile grows, albeit a little bashfully. “Anything for you.” Peter drags you closer to him by your legs. “I’m glad you liked it.” He leans towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours softly.

His fingers gently trace the length of your jaw, and tangle in your hair, teasing the curls at the nape of your neck. Normally, you hate when people touch your hair, but Peter is always gentle, and the light tugging of your hair elicits a quiet groan from your lips. Peter swallows it greedily, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

You can still taste the faintest hint of the blue buttercream when his tongue sweeps into the seam of your lips. From the way he moans as his tongue meets yours, you think he tastes it too.

Peter hooks his fingers into the front of your pajama pants, and pulls you into his lap. You settle above him, legs splayed around his waist. His hands easily find the hem of your sweatshirt, and it’s not long before they’re slipping under the fabric to touch the skin beneath.

You surge towards him, hips meeting his in a slow roll, as his hands follow the trail of your spine. Up, up, up, they go, and then around. Cupping your breasts and feeling their weight. Slender fingers and calloused tips. He teases your nipples, pinching and pulling lightly. Working you up with just the slightest touch. It sends a shudder through your body, and a small cry of his name into the air.

Two can play at that game. You think, tugging at the blue corded sweater he wears. You pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you where it falls with a muted thud.

His skin now bare beneath you, you carve a new path across the planes of his body. First over his jaw, then down his throat – you don’t miss the hitch in his breath when your fingers brush over his pulse point. They then sweep across his collarbones, down the lean muscles of his scarred chest, and further down still, following the smattering of hair that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. He shudders and sighs under your touch, jumping slightly to meet your fingers.

Peter watches your exploration with hungry eyes. You can feel the ridge of his erection straining against the denim. You rock against it, your own eyes fluttering shut at the sweet pressure. Peter lets out a huff of your name, teeth digging into the skin of his bottom lip.

Your shirt comes off next, giving Peter unfettered access to your chest. He plants kisses that are somehow sloppy and sweet over the peaks of your breasts. When his lips wrap around your nipple you let out a reedy moan.

“That’s it.” Peter mumbles, spit slicked against your peaked nipple. “Let me hear you.”

You tilt your head back. “Peter.”

He hums. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes are glued to your face, taking in your every movement. His molten gaze burns a hole into your skin. “Sound so pretty.”

“I want you,” you whisper, fingers fumbling to undo the silver button of his jeans.

“Want you too, baby.” Peter’s lips let your nipple go with a pop. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me first.” And with that, he’s worming his hand down the front of your pants. “Shit,” he groans, playing with the wetness gathered on your underwear. “You’re soaking, honey.”

And really, who’s fault is that?

Slender fingers hook your panties to the side and slide against your folds. Your knees nearly give out when his thumb circles your clit. You yank Peter’s lips back to yours to muffle the moans growing in the back of your throat.

Peter slides a finger into you with no resistance, and mutters a curse under his breath. You’re so warm and wet around him, squeezing him in a way that makes his desire to be inside you flame even brighter. It’s not long before a second finger fills you, stretching deliciously as they scissor and curl within you. A poor substitute for the real thing, which still presses against your ass.

You rock your hips hungrily, grinding down onto his open palm. The friction sets off bursts of light behind your eyelids, like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. A curl of fire licks at your curled toes, arcs like lightning up your spine and settles deep in your stomach. If Peter kept going, he’d stoke the flame into a wildfire. Have you falling apart with a choked wail. But that’s not what you wanted.

“Peter,” you manage to grind out. “Don’t want to come yet. Wanna save it for you.”

You feel his answering grin against your cheek. “That what you want?” Though he acknowledges your request, his fingers still move, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes,” you whine, fighting the losing battle to keep your hips still. Because even though you want to wait until you’re riding his cock, you’re dangling over the edge, and still want so badly to come. “Want to ride you.”

Peter’s fingers stop, still buried inside of your cunt. “Well, it is your birthday.” He pulls your pants down to your knees. “So I guess you’ll get what you want.”

Birthday or not, with Peter you always get what you want. He never passes up an opportunity to spoil you rotten. You are his, after all– my baby, my love– something he’ll remind you of repeatedly in a few moments.

You fumble out of the remainder of your clothes, and Peter hastily yanks off his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop. He also grabs the blanket from off the back of the couch.

“Can’t have you gettin’ cold,” he mumbles, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

You falter for a moment, somehow still shocked at how caring he is. He pulls you out of your thoughts with a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“Ready for me?” Peter whispers.

You nod, wrapping your fingers around his aching cock. You rub your thumb over the head, wrist flicking slowly. Peter groans, head tilting back to the light of the room. You want to keep going, keep stroking, until you feel the warmth of Peter’s release on your hand. Want to hear the choked moan of your name as you took him to that highest peak–

As if hearing your thoughts, he grabs your wrist. “Thought you wanted to ride me, honey?” He raises his eyebrows.

“I do,” you reply coyly.

Peter’s hands slide to your hips, and he pulls you towards him, until you’re hovering just above him. “What are you waiting for?”

You stroke him again, just to watch the stern look be replaced by one of wanting.

Peter groans. “Need to be inside you,” he mumbles, voice cracking with lust. “Please, honey.”

That’s what you were waiting for.

You sink down onto him slowly, a moan of reverence sliding from your lips, and one that Peter echoes loudly.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Peter’s dropped his head into your collarbone, so his words are muffled by your heaving breasts. “Feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, using the broad surface to steady yourself. You feel so full and so close to him. It’s as if, in this moment, he’s the only other person in the world, and it’s just you and Peter in your small apartment, and nothing else matters but the slow rock of your hips and his body pressed to yours.

You can’t even hear the movie playing in the background, or the sound of traffic right outside your window. All you hear is the raggedy inhale-exhale of Peter’s breath, and your own stilted breaths in return.

Peter’s grip on your hips tighten. “Fuck me,” he groans, something desperate twisting in his voice. “Faster.”

You comply, hips speeding up until they almost match the thudding of your heart in your chest.

“That’s it, baby– shit,” Peter says. “Take what you want. Always fuck me so good.” He tilts his head back against the sofa cushions, jaw going slacked, and looking at you with glazed eyes. His fingers find that hallowed place between your sweaty bodies, and rub insistently at your clit.

You bite your bottom lip, head going dizzy from his praise and the sweet sensation of your own orgasm building up inside of you. There’s the whispered flame curling up inside of you again, licking over your body. You raise up onto your knees, changing the angle in search of that one blissful spot deep inside of you that only Peter seems to be able to reach. You almost wail when you find it.

Your hand slides up Peter’s body, coming to rest on his chest as the roll of your hips begins to lose their steady rhythm. He grabs your hand, a flash of wanton mischief in his gaze, and rests it on the bottom of his throat. You quirk an eyebrow, and he nods, something desperate and unspoken in his gaze.

Peter nearly comes on the spot when you fit your thumb into the hollow of his throat. His pulse thuds under your touch wildly. He bucks his hips up against yours, the dam of his self-control breaking. He holds your hand in place, urging you to squeeze tighter, which you do.

The two of you chase your pleasure together with sloppy thrusts and broken moans. You can almost taste it on the back of your tongue, hot and molten like lead. This all-encompassing, enrapturing desire. Judging from the expression of complete bliss on Peter’s face, you know he’s nearly there as well.

He tells you as much with a cracked whisper of your name. “Please tell me you’re close, cuz I’m gonna come.”

You nod, because it’s all that you’re able to do. So lost in all of it. And then without warning, it builds and overtakes you. You fall against Peter’s chest, a silent cry of his name on your lips.

It’s the end for him too. Though he doesn’t go quietly. Peter explodes inside of you with a strangled groan of your name, and several breathy moans. Warmth floods your body, and you tighten your knees around him, holding him against you like a vice.

“Goddammit.” Peter grits his teeth, as he fucks you through both of your orgasms.

It takes a while for his hips to still and for your breathing to return to normal. All your senses seem to come back at once. Suddenly you can hear the traffic and the movie playing behind you. Smell the sweat that lingers in the air. Feel the stifling heat of the blanket around your shoulders. You let it fall into a heap on the floor, content with the warmth of Peter’s body pressed against yours.

His hands roam your body, more gentle in their approach now. He traces random patterns on the expanse of your back and thighs. Presses tender kisses to your forehead, and holds you tightly against his chest.

“Happy birthday,” he finally mumbles, lips sweeping against your skin.

“Oh yeah.” You grin. “Nearly forgot.”

“That good huh?” Peter gives you a lopsided smirk.

You return it. “Always.”

Peter hums. His eyes fix on the empty pastry box. Suddenly it dawns on him that you’ve had dessert before dinner. He casts a wary look at the clock hanging on the wall. It reads 7:34.

“Did you wanna order food? Or go out for dinner? Or…” He trails off.

You bury your face into his chest. “Later. Just wanna be with you for now.”

In the end, you didn’t go out. Just ordered takeout and cuddled on the couch. It may have been a quiet night in, watching a movie you’d seen a thousand times, but it was perfect to you.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #andrew garfield #the amazing spider man #drabbles #rion writes

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shoko has such an accurate hand. she has to, of course, what with her carving people apart every other day. you think she likes cutting into the flesh of mango more than that of something that once lived.

she turns to you with another cube pierced through a fork, silently held to your mouth.

you open. close. chew.

suguru picked an extra juicy one this time. he has such an amazing sense for those things.

shoko turns back to the big bowl of cubed mango she was cutting up for satoru (every time he tries to eat it off the skin, his throat closes up. shoko suspects an allergy to the skin.), while he was inside the house looking for his bluetooth speaker.

the mango bowl that sat between you and shoko on the picnic blanket tempted you to pluck a cube out and pop it into your mouth. so you did.

unfortunately, right before you could wrap your lips around the fruit, suguru popped up out of nowhere and took the sweetness straight from your hands.

he just chewed happily as you steamed in anger next to him.

to pay you back, suguru grabbed another mango from the bowl and slipped it between your lips. as you chewed, his hand trailed down from your mouth down to your chin. you swallowed and another mango chunk was already at your mouth.

shoko dropped the knife onto the cutting board next to her and shifted to flop onto you.

"i don't even know why i do all of this for him. it's funnier to watch his throat close." she was joking, of course.

"because you're in love!" you sing songed into her face as you guided a forkful of mango to shoko's mouth.

her lips wrapped around the utensil and she slipped the fruit off the prongs.

"mm. means you and i are in love too. i don't think any of us would've come outside if it weren't for satoru bringing it up every week." suguru's right, the three of you were so busy with your own out of the home affairs that none of you would've thought to set aside some time to soak up the sun.

"speaking of our dearly beloved lover," you laid back into suguru's chest after maneuvering to sit in his lap, "where is he?"

just then the patio door slammed open.

"i found it!" he cheered into the empty space of the backyard.

"yay!" you cheered back as satoru approached.

he set down his little blue speaker and pulled out his phone, presumably to set a queue up.

"ah, ah! wait!" you stopped him and dragged over the bowl of strawberries (not without the help of suguru's long arm).

"say ahh!" a juicy looking strawberry was pierced through the fork you had previously used to feed shoko.

satoru followed your instructions and opened his mouth wide, "ahhh...!" he leaned forward to chomp the fruit the second it got close enough to him.

"i did so much hard work and you're feeding him strawberries i cut?" shoko protested from below you, but the smirk on her face betrayed her feelings.

"my deepest apologies, your majesty, i never realized what back breaking labor you perform day and night." you proclaimed dramatically and caught three pieces of mango onto the fork prongs.

gently, you took hold of shoko's face and brought her up a bit further so you could look up close as she savored the fruits of her labor.

she sucked the mango off the fork, holding your gaze and your hand holding the fork handle.

before pulling away and leaving her with the fork, you pecked her lips and nuzzled your forehead into her own.

you turned to satoru as he tapped around his music app. eventually he clicked something that made something soft and distinctly lovey in tune float through the speaker he brought out.

"c'mere big boy," an uncut strawberry was clutched in your fingers, the tapered side held out to his mouth.

satoru perked up and with a smile he wrapped his lips around the pseudocarp and bit gently into the ripe flesh. strawberry stained his already pink lips further.

the little bits of strawberry that weren't caught by satoru's hungry maw were nibbled off by your own. while you picked away at his scraps, shoko gently pushed the bowl of mango towards satoru.

"i really don't understand why you deny your allergy, satoru."

now she's done it.

"because i do not have an allergy to the skin of mango, sho-ko." he defends after consuming some carefully peeled and sliced mango chunks, "but, thank you for cutting mango for me." and satoru leaned forward to peck her on the lips. but a peck is never just a peck for satoru gojo, oh absolutely not.

one brush over the lips, barely constituting as a peck, turns into another firmer one. he's cradling her face in his palms as he gives her one big smack on her forehead. shoko has her face tilted up, like those pictures of cats satoru sends in the groupchat, the ones having their ears pressed down and head cupped by their owners.

in the meantime, suguru and you take turns passing the fruit fork between each other, feeding each little slice to each other. sweetness drips out of your pores.

suddenly, satoru collapses onto your lap and looks up to you with hooded lids, "i don't think we should listen to shoko for medical advice."

"didn't she catch your pneumonia way before it happened?" suguru asked.

"you really think we're asking her advice for anything non-medical?" you tacked on afterwards.

"hey!...you're completely right," she deflates onto her side and sinks into the plush of suguru's thigh. your fingers card through her cocoa locks, fiddling with the ends when you'd get there.

suguru chuckles and moves to give satoru more strawberry slices while you rifle through his pockets for a lone hair tie.

he starts to giggle suddenly, "that tickles!" you found a silky black scrunchie in the deep deep pockets of suguru's cargo shorts, not without brushing parts of his leg that were the most sensitive (he never had the looming threat of siblings wiggling their fingers in every crevice of his body when he was younger).

"sorry," you lean to brush your lips against his exposed bicep and dance your fingers around his armpit. suguru squeals and shoves your shoulder away. all you do is chuckle at his misfortune.

you turn back down to shoko, whos fiddling with the ends of satoru's hair and swiping leftover fruit juice away from the corner of his mouth. something so warm and loving is shining through her eyes, it almost chokes you up.

gently, her hair is collected in your hands. shoko spares you a single glance and a smile before melting back into suguru's thigh. you move the hair as high as possible onto her head (she hates how low and loose ponytails feel, either her hair is down and free or it's all in one place, no inbetween). any fly aways are quickly collected and you tie off the ponytail. just to make sure it's on tight enough, you split the hair in two and tug lightly.

shoko hums and grabs a fork to spear chunks of mango and strawberry through. she offers the utensil to your mouth. her way of showing gratitude.

you suck the fruit off in the same manner as she had earlier, staring into her big brown gems of knowledge and holding the hand that fed you. in addition to the action, you teasingly swipe at her retreating fingers with your tongue. shoko wrinkles her nose.

suddenly, suguru's arms wrap around satoru and shoko. his hands clasp together in front of you, ensnaring you into his addictingly comforting (and sticky with fruit) hold.

"what are you-" shoko starts, but suguru just silently leans back until his back hits the picnic blanket, taking the three of you down with him.

his grip loosens, but no one makes the move to get up. you shift and curl up onto his torso, laying your head in your folded arms. satoru scoots himself up until his head is somewhere around suguru's shoulder. his arm is thrown over your own body until his hand reaches shoko. she curls herself into you, as far as she can, and loosely clutches onto satoru's hand.

then, something semi-urgent enters your mind, "what about the fruit? bugs are gonna get to it," suguru groans and moves to slide out from under the three of you, but satoru beats him to it. sluggishly, your white haired lover rises and covers the bowls of fruit leaking sweet nectar. you'll return to them sometime soon. maybe.

satoru tucks himself back into the pocket of softness and love that the three of you left open for him. you think you feel the same completion you felt the day all four of you got married, laying in the shade with the spoils of suguru's grocery trip scattered all around your lovers.

#:: meshiinuma #sashisu x reader #satoru gojo x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #suguru geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ieiri shoko x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru getou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x shoko x reader x suguru #jjk x reader #jjk

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ohnomytummy · 3 months

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Here's a tummy ache scenario for ya...

A and B both enjoy belly aches and the things that come with that, much like you and me. So one day, they decide to have a competition. They will eat the same amount of gummy bears (somewhere between 30 and 40) and have to hold it as long as they can because the person who can hold it in the longest wins. And the winner gets full control of the losers belly for 24 hours.

Considering how many gummies you’ve eaten in the last 24 hours I think you would beat me in a heartbeat (or maybe not considering it’s consequences 😉)

Before starting, A and B get into their loosest, comfiest, dirtiest clothes to prepare for the day’s events. Towels are washed and sheets are prepped for re-lining the bed, just in case.

They start in the morning, already confirming they’ll have nowhere to be for the next two days. A, being a bigger glutton for extreme belly aches and torment, finishes the bag before B can get down 10; B’s stomach has turned on a gas faucet and bubbles are starting to float and pop all over the top like foam. B, trying to hide their rapidly growing discomfort, watches the movie the pair put on in stoic silence. From the corner of their eye, they can see A peering at their middle.

“I can see your stomach pushing against your sweater. Your silence is fooling no one, babe,” A pries playfully, poking roughly into B’s stomach.

“Hey, don’t cheat,” B whines, gently pushing A’s hand away.

A rolls their eyes and curls into B’s side to lovingly rub the top of their stomach. “Fine, fine, I’ll be nice. If you finish your bag.”

“That’s mean,” B jokes, stuffing another handful in their mouth. Mid chew they start complaining. “Swallowing hurts my stomach,” while guiding A’s hand over the bloated top of their abdomen, dramatically sighing for effect.

“Rules are rules,” A stands their ground and adds their other hand to B’s tummy for rubs of encouragement. B moans softly as rumbles erupt from their stomach, soon they start forcing up burps to relieve the growing pressure, but with A’s hands on their middle they keep eating until their bag is finally gone.

“Happy?” B rolls their eyes and adds their own hands to their belly, which already feels like it’s filling with air and is beginning to round like an inflating rubber ball.

“Very,” A kisses B’s cheek and puts their head on their shoulder, cuddling into the blanket to finish the movie. A’s tiny middle is slowly beginning to fill with gas, but they’re willing to ignore the tightening feeling in their guts to tease B, who’s got a much lower tolerance for sugar free sweets.

As the day progresses and morning turns to afternoon, B remains uncomfortably round, tight, and nauseous. “I feel like you made me pour a packet of yeast down my throat.”

A begins asking B to get things from around the apartment just to watch them get up and cradle their gut while they walked. The bottom of their sweater is riding up so A can see the bottom of B’s belly—bloated and strained with gummy sludge. On one such errand (getting a water from the fridge because the one on the end table was warm), just as B opens the fridge and bends over to get A their beloved water, B feels their belly drop as a gurgles rips from their belly button to the bottom of their belly. All A hears is B moan quietly from their spot in the kitchen.

Obviously curious, A gets up to check on B. A’s own middle is 2x its usual size, but all their feeling are some tight, strained gurgles. They’ll be in the bathroom at some point, but not anytime soon. A reaches the kitchen, their hands teasingly placed on the sides of their tummy to extenuate their bloat, and asks sweetly, “need any help?”

“Not unless you’ve got any pepto,” B mumbles, closing the fridge and handing A the water.

“What?” A takes the drink, their fingers lingers on B’s. A heard B loud and clear.

“Oh hush,” B sighs, embracing A’s bloated tum, pushing their middles together, popping a series of small bubbles B can feel all too much, making him burp sickly. “I don’t feel good.”

“Oh?” A’s eyebrows raise in concern, but their eyes twinkle. “How long have you been—“

“Two hours,” B moans, placing A’s hands on their underbelly. B blushes, embarrassed. “You’re gonna win…”

A giggles sweetly, rubbing B’s slop filled belly firmly, eliciting even more whimpers and desperate moans from B. A watches as B’s thighs clench together, relishing in the look on B’s face as they feel a slippery gurgle slide across the hand placed on B’s guts. “Yeah.” A kisses the top of Bs tummy. “You need to go, don’t you?”

“So bad,” B’s whole face goes crimson as they whimper.

“And you can’t hold it anymore?”

“Please,” B begs. “I really can’t.” A warm, sick cramp rushes through B’s belly and they desperately clutch and lean into the counter top. “Oh g-god…I need to go now!”

B sends A a pleading look, understanding the consequences of their actions but desperately not wanting to make a mess in the kitchen. A steps aside and B rushes to the bathroom, clutching their belly and stripping their clothing as they go. By the time B reaches the bathroom, they’re naked and groaning, slamming the door shut before A can follow them inside. But that doesn’t stop A from sitting outside the door, listening for nearly a half hour while B moans and swears as their belly gets sick from the candy.

The 24 hours might have to come from you ;)))

#anon #tummy fantasy

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daydreaming-in-letters · 1 year

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Another Moment's Silence

02/24/2023

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,463

Warnings: rpf, oral (f receiving), mentions of future sexy times

Summary: As soon as the sun rises the next morning, Andrew makes do on his promise from the night before.

A/N: This is the sequel to Moment's Silence, but can be read as a standalone as well.

Picture by Alice Tatham via Instagram

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. No permission is given to copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

She was floating, adrift somewhere in the no-man’s-land between sleeping and waking. She liked it here. It was peaceful and calm. Here, she was the master of her fate, weaving the thread of her own story far from the disenchanting dominion of reality or the erratic rule of her subconscious.

But then, without warning, a pair of hands found her and began to pull her from that beloved place. She didn’t hesitate to make her displeasure known in an irritated grunt. Still, they were persistent, unrelenting in their caress until they finally succeeded in reminding her of the one ingredient that made her life irresistibly sweet, that she loved even more than the levity of this place.

“Andrew.”

The whisper of his name turned into a moan as his fingers continued their way along her thighs. In her drowsy state she hardly noticed how they were opening her up, spreading her legs further apart with every inch they ventured closer to their destination, towards the scorching heat that awaited at the apex of her thighs.

Tired hands, almost too weak in the afterglow of slumber, fisted the sheets, tugging clumsily until they revealed a shock of chestnut hair. He was right there, in between her thighs, where she had imagined him the night before. A fantasy come to life. The most beautiful fantasy of them all, almost painfully so when he beamed at her, his eyes sparkling brightly in the dim light.

“Sunrise,” he whispered in his raspy morning voice before his lips pressed into her skin.

It was only now that she noticed the first light of day filling the room, painting everything in a surreal sheen of golden hues. For a second she let the light distract her, marvelling at the ethereal colouring of her familiar surroundings, but he was quick to capture her attention again. At first there was merely the slight tickle of his beard, teasing her tenderly, but then his nails raked along the inside of her thighs and she was lost. Drawing in a shuddering breath, she heard him chuckle, the scorching air that left his body mixing with the heat that rose from her sex. His mouth so torturously close, yet not close enough.

He seemed to agree, his fingers told her as much as they found the dark cotton that shielded her from him. Andrew took his time, letting them glide up and down the length of her mound repeatedly. There was no room for hurry in the worship of his woman.

Worship, torture, in this moment it was all the same to her. She longed to feel him, feel his soft mouth upon her, thorough tongue tending to her ever-growing need. He must have sensed her increasing impatience, or maybe he was losing patience himself. It wasn’t important which exactly it was, the result was equally appealing and gladly received.

While he kept on teasing her, his free hand snaked around the back of her thigh until she could feel its warmth seeping through the fabric of her panties. For a second she thought he was simply locking her in place. A habit, to keep her from squirming and wriggling away and at the same time to be able to pull her closer, to feast on her at whim. But then she could feel his fingers hook underneath the rim of her panties and drag them aside to expose her to his gaze.

Andrew hummed in appreciation upon the sight in front of him and while his lips began to move closer, his eyes found her again. They were dark and intense, gleaming in anticipation of her sweet taste and the pleasure he was about to inflict. She could have marvelled at him forever, and at the spark that flitted across his orbs of emerald green, but when his tongue finally found her, her eyes closed, her head sinking back into the pillows with a moan.

She didn’t believe in heaven, but this right here, being alone with her Andrew, joined in sweet devotion, was as close as she would ever get. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, skilled tongue swirling and lapping, applying just the right pressure, in just the right rhythm.

Obviously he wasn’t satisfied yet with the sweet melody of sighs and moans he coaxed from her, deft fingers using her incapacitated state to glide up her body underneath her shirt and find her breast to tease her pebbled bud mercilessly.

It didn’t take long for him to join in on her song. He was humming against her as he indulged in the honeyed nectar he had aroused. A sweet song of worship that told of the pleasure her rapture brought him. A rush of heat flooded her core as she recalled the unholy noises he always made when she came on his tongue, how fervently he lapped up her juices in the aftershocks of her high, and how, when he crawled up her body soon after, kissing his way along her sizzling skin to her lips, she felt the unmistakeable proof of his arousal press against her still pulsing womanhood.

“Andrew.”

She almost choked on her own words when she breathed out his name. It wasn’t the only thing she had been wanting to say, but he knew already that she was close, she could tell from the drawn out grunt he unleashed upon her already quivering heat.

The unearthly vibration surged through her, leaving her desperate as an even greater want to touch him, to see him, to be one with him surfaced from deep within her. With a gasp her eyes flew open, fixing on his once more and she wasn’t surprised in the least to find his hand had abandoned its endeavour on her breast and lay already waiting on her stomach. Gratefully she accepted his offer, grabbing his hand just in time before the first shockwaves took hold of her. She keened his name, hips rising from the mattress on their own to press further into him the same time her free hand dove into his locks to secure him right where he was. And still he had the audacity to raise his eyebrows in a silent challenge.

It was the last thing she saw before her lids fell closed again and colours began to burst on their inside. She was rising, sinking and floating weightlessly at the same time in a rhapsody of pure euphoria.

Time and space were concepts unknown in the state she was in, and so she only realised where and when she was as she felt the faint touch of his lips on her stomach. Slowly it became more distinct as his mouth wandered along the path she had remembered earlier and soon she felt his familiar form hovering above her.

At first there was his hair, encompassing both their faces like a curtain, then the heady scent of her arousal that still stuck to his lips and beard like an exquisite perfume and finally his lips, featherlight on her own, but just for a second before she opened up to him and welcomed him inside so he could claim the reward for his ministrations properly.

“Will you make love to me, Andy?”

She felt his hardened length twitch against her and she wouldn’t have needed to open her eyes to know that he had a mischievous smirk sitting on his lips.

“I will. But let’s watch the sunrise first. It’s far too beautiful to be ignored.”

Before she could protest, he was gone, leaving behind an unpleasant whiff of cool morning air that pebbled her skin in goosebumps. But as soon as he had settled in behind her, he pulled her close against the warmth of his chest and she was appeased. For the moment.

“And then?”

“Then,” he paused, feigning to think hard about her question, “then we could go back to sleep for a bit. Apparently I have a few nights of sleep to catch up on.”

“That you do.” She paused for a second as well. The rules of their little game demanded it. It was only when her hand found his above her stomach and their fingers were neatly intertwined that she asked once more, “And then?”

She could still feel the vibration of his deep chuckle as his lips found her neck. “Then I will make sweet love to you.” Kiss. “And then again.” Kiss. “And again.” Kiss. “Until you are fully sated, my love.”

An unparalleled warmth spread through her whole body as his words began to sink in completely. Her pleasure was his priority and privilege. It had been like that from the very beginning and she knew with all her heart that it always would be.

#hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier #hozier imagine #hozier rpf #hozier fanfic #hozier fanfiction #another moment's silence

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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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Dropping into your ask box (for once) to ask for #11 from the smut prompts for my beloved 3DWD and Bun pretty please?

Hope you’re having a good day, love you!! 💗💗💗

Bucky gasps for air like every inhale is his last shot at oxygen.

The arm around his neck is the only thing that prevents him from pressing his cheek against the filthy bathroom stall. His mouth slack, his hands stuck between his chest and said stall wall, his legs spread as wide as his dropped pants will allow for— Daddy says he looks pretty like this.

"Fuck, Bunny...just meant to keep my dick all wet, aren't you?" Steve pants into his ear, fingers tight around his neck, arm even tighter around his waist. "My wet dream keepin' my dick wet? That sounds about right, don't it?"

Bucky lost the ability to string together sentences or thoughts the moment Steve shoved Bucky into the bathroom whispering, "Daddy's hungry, baby. C'mon...". He's weak for Steve when he gets pushy, when his gentle giant roughs him up and takes what he wants; Bucky goes dumb for it.

Bucky goes especially dumb when Daddy fucks him with little prep.

His brain floated away the moment Steve kicked his legs apart and rubbed his slicked-up cock all over his hole before pressing inside with a, "Let Daddy have it, Bun. Let him in..."

So, he doesn't have a response for Steve's question. He doesn't even register it as a rhetorical one. The only thing he can focus on is the way Steve's cock feels heavy in his ass, the way his hole welcomes him eagerly, makes room for him. The only thing he can focus on is the glide, the precision and size of his Daddy's cock.

Fuck, how is Steve this good at fucking?

Bucky has no right to be upset when he's on the receiving end of such mind-bending pleasure.

"Fuck yeah, this is just what Daddy needed," Steve groans into his ear, fingers of the hand around Bucky's neck slipping up and into his open mouth. And he can't help it, doesn't know any better, when he purses his lips around them and sucks, noisily and loud, slurping on them as if he's grateful for them, needed them. Steve chuckles and fucks him there too, pumping two of his big fingers in and out of his mouth, stroking along his tongue.

Bucky moans.

"That's it, Bun— louder. Lemme hear you."

Bucky isn't in his right mind, but he's present enough to remember that they're in a public restroom. A public restroom at a company function. Steve's company.

His body rocks with Steve's sloppy thrusts, his own dick bouncing between his legs, and when he does the opposite of what Daddy wants, when he quiets himself, Steve growls.

"You think I give a shit if anyone hears me fuckin' my Bunny, baby?" Steve asks, breath hot on his cheek, front pressed almost unbearably tight to Bucky's backside as he fucks into hims roughly and smoothly. "You think I fuckin' care if anyone hears you gettin' your ass reamed by your Daddy?"

Bucky whines, a noise that sounds more like a sob to his ears, long a shaky. He thinks that fucking mouth will be the death of him, the death, but then Steve reaches down and wraps his hand around Bucky's dick and squeezes, holds him.

He hiccups, voice stuttering as he tries to cry out.

"Fuck, Daddy...fuck!"

"I own this shit, Bucky. I own this company, I own this fuckin' building, and I own this bitty fuckhole. This is my pussy. I can fuck it whenever and wherever I want, and if I want any goddamn person within a hundred feet'a this bathroom to hear my Bunny squealin' on his Daddy's big cock, then I'm gonna get what I want..."

Bucky's breath hitches in his throat, his eyesight going blurry from either tears or lack of air into his lungs from Steve's grip. He feels spit slip down his chin, feels his heartbeat in his dick where it leaks in Steve's fist.

It takes an unsteady whine of, "Daddy...", another stroke of his sweet spot, before he breaks and gives Daddy everything he wants. His whine grows, drawn out and throaty, increasing even more when Steve leans back to smack him hard on the ass.

"Loud, Bun— loud."

He lets loose with Daddy's favorites, whining out his filthy words in that fucked out tone that punches Steve right in the dick.

"Fuck your Bunny, Big Daddy. Fuck'im so good, so everyone knows he's yours, yes yes. Oh my god."

The noise Steve lets out is enough to convince Bucky he's going to come, is enough to push him there as Daddy lets out a groan so deep, so thunderous, that there's no doubt in Bucky's mind people can hear it. Bucky's gasps turn to whimpers, his whimpers making him sound mindless.

"That'a bun, s'my boy. You come on Daddy's cock and then take his big fuckin' load, just like you're supposed to. Let 'em all know Daddy takes good care'a you, that Daddy treats his baby right. C'mon, Bunny Baby— you fuckin' deserve it..."

#askK #3dwd and bunny baby #my sunshine tag #my caroline tag #you deserve the world!#the least i can do is write a tiny story for you 🥺#is it considered a story if i don't write the climaxes? 🥲#my writing #smut prompts #still working my way through these!#this one was 'louder. let me hear you.'#i don't think i've written a more dominating 3dwd?#😵‍💫 i love him?

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rosemary-morgan · 2 years

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Alexios X F.Reader - The tase of wine and lust

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Hello, lovley bees 🐝🌺 I found this pearl called Alexios ♥ I hope you’ll enjoy it. It’s just pure smut. I was thinking if maybe I should write a story with several chapters out of it. Hmm, we will see. There are some ideas floating around in my head.

What do you think? Let me know (❁´◡`❁)

Warning: 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, over stimulation

The tase of wine and lust (+18)

"Mhm..." "Alexios..." Alexios was completely lost in what he was doing, but he still enjoyed listening to the sweet sounds of his beloved, and loved making her happy. Here, in his little house in Cephallonia. He really didn't have much to offer her, but Y/N didn't seem to mind. Y/N and Alexios were enjoying their nights filled with love and passion. Their love was intoxicating like wine and often the two would give themselves to the sweet, yet bitter taste of wine before embarking on another night of passionate lovemaking. "Alexios, please..." She whimpered, moaning with pleasure as she gripped at his dark hair. The young mercenary looked up at her, the lust in his eyes clearly visible. He gazed at her like a predator who was completely ravenous. Alexios feasted on the pleasure of her nectar, her sweet scent, while he slowly licked her. His tongue parted her wet labia, sliding up slowly between her folds and circled her swollen clit. Y/N lay exhausted in the soft blankets and pillows, but she was enjoying this night far too much and wished that morning would never come. "Come for me, my love. Come again." That wouldn't be hard, for Alexios was really skilled at fucking her with his tongue. He swallowed her juice, mingled with his own saliva, before going back to continuing to lick her. Moaning softly, he slid his whole tongue over her labia, then spread them with his fingers, before wrapping his lips around her clit and starting to suck on it. Alexios immediately noticed that she was trying to free herself from his grip, but he gripped her thighs and made her lie still. The young woman tossed and turned on the soft fabrics, clawing at his hair as she moaned louder and louder, starting to tremble. "Alexios!"

He looked up at her again, watching her beautiful body quiver and feasting his eyes on the sight of her firm breasts that looked more delicious than plump apples. When Y/N came, she tossed her head back into the pillows and a wonderful sensation shot through her whole body. Alexios held her tightly to his mouth, caressing her thighs until he slowly released his lips from her and the trembling of her thighs stopped. He gently kissed the insides of her thighs, kissing his way up her body, giving his beloved a little break. As he breathed tender kisses on her belly, he heard her giggle softly and her belly trembled slightly. This made the young man smile and his mouth continued to make its way up to her. "Y/N..." The young woman looked into his beautiful face and she felt his warm, naked body nestling against hers. As if by themselves, her thighs fell wide apart, allowing Alexios more space. They both moaned in deepest pleasure as Alexios' cock nestled against her womanhood. Lovingly, his fingers slid over her cheek and he looked at her angelic face, on which the dark shadows of the candles flickered, while the other half of her face was glowing in a warm orange. Her long lashes cast shadows on her flushed cheeks and her soft lips were swollen from his hot kisses. "I love you, Alexios," she whispered, closing her eyes as he tenderly kissed her cheek and then her lips. "I love you too," he replied softly while his lips were still attached to hers. Then Y/N felt Alexios slowly enter her pussy and the young woman gently clawed into his strong arms. They were both insatiable. Their lovemaking had been going on for several hours now and yet they couldn't get enough of each other. Alexios took his time with the foreplay, because he knew how much Y/N loved it as much as he did.. With his nose he pushed her hair aside, taking in her feminine scent. "Y/N..." His voice was all hoarse and dazed with pleasure.

"I desire you so much, Y/N." His words were more of a whisper, but she heard them clearly and Y/N instantly closed her eyes at the deep sound of his voice. His warm, sensual voice. His hands caressed the young woman's naked body and Alexios enjoyed the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. "I want you all for myself. All of you." Alexios was a passionate man. He loved with all his heart and soul. And he would not share Y/N with anyone. Alexios kissed her with the deepest passion and Y/N returned his kiss with equal lust. He reached for her hips, clawed into her soft flesh and thrust into her hard once, causing her to cry out softly and roll her eyes back in pleasure. He began to move inside her with long, powerful thrusts. He wished this ecstasy would last forever. Her beautiful eyes looked up at him; full of love, full of desire and over Alexios' lips slipped a lustful sigh. Y/N took her hand and put it on his cheek and he closed his eyes with pleasure at this tender gesture. This woman was his life. And with his life he would protect her. Y/N looked at the man who had stolen her heart and soul. Y/N felt his thick, stiff penis deep inside her and with each thrust he drove her further and further to her climax. And with each time his body rubbed against hers, her clit was delightfully caressed in the process. Her breath deepened, her heart beat faster and her face testified with pleasure. Alexios' thrusts were getting stronger, more intense, and so much so that Y/N pressed the back of her hand against her lips to keep from moaning loudly. Seeing this, he smirked in pleasure, gasping in pleasure. Alexios sat down on his knees, grabbed her legs and pulled them wide apart so that he now had more room to maneuver and he took full advantage of this. His insatiable passion for this woman was like blazing fire, by which Y/N was literally devoured. He pulled out of her, looking at her as he thrust back in. Giving her pleasure was delicious. Seeing her desire him; there were no words to describe that. He stroked her, sliding in and out, and could feel her taking him inside her more and more greedily. Her skin seemed to glow, her heartbeat accelerated and Alexios was so enchanted by the sight of this woman that he forgot everything around him. Alexios felt it coming and stopped, because he didn't want this closeness between them to end. He gasped, moaning her name over and over again, his eyes gazing into hers the whole time. He saw her lust, saw her desire, and he saw the fine tears in her eyes, for she was happy. Y/N's feelings overwhelmed her, literally catapulting her to heaven as the climax shook her body. Alexios let out a low growl, a harsh moan as he felt her close around his shaft and hold him greedily. "Fuck... Y/N!" He thrust deep into her, over and over again. With each thrust, he took her as deep as he could. He shuddered as he poured into her, his seed filling her. He held her abdomen pressed tightly against his, enjoying every pulsation, every twitch, every moment of the long, wonderful climax they shared. When the sparks faded and he could think again, Alexios looked down at her. She smiled and he did the same as the back of his hand gently ran over her cheek. That moment reminded them both that there was still hope and love in this world...

#assassins creed odyssey #alexios #alexios x f.reader #female reader #love #assasins creed #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my stuff

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Pride [Fuegoleon Vermillion]

an: my first event request is for the wonderful @thoughtfullyrainynightmare, and it's my first time writing for Fuegoleon

prompt: the sin of pride

pairing: Fuegoleon Vermillion x female reader

warnings: sexual theming, slight Dom/sub, mentions of unprotected sex

Masterlist

Flames, slow and lazy licked against the wooden logs. Low pops splinter the heavy air, adding to the thick molasses that you dragged into your lungs.

The room was lit only by the roar of the fireplace and the one candle that flickered on the mantle, wax dripping in steady languid motions that made your skin tighten to watch. Rich purple sheets twisted atop a rumpled bed, the heavy fabric dipping from the weight of the body waiting on top.

You knew all too well how the thick cotton felt, certainly more familiar with kneeling on this mattress and enjoying how your fingers would sink into the expensive sheets, the rustle underneath your pads as you gripped it tightly.

A finger traced up the tawny spine, skin dewy from sweat that rose in a thin sheen and muscles straining from the position being maintained.

You admired the taut backside, brow arched as your gaze travelled higher to watch the ripple of powerful muscles shift. However, what caught your eye the most was the cascading waterfall of blazing auburn hair. The flicker of flames danced across the locks as if the hair itself were one with the fire.

“Oh, my dear Fue, you look so meek. Are you ready for me?”

Your voice floated like silk draping onto his ears, the low rumbling of approaching thunder from the depths of his chest going unnoticed and you would soon learn the mistake of not listening more carefully.

Fuegoleon Vermillion, Captain of the Crimson Lions, was no meek lamb. Pride poured through every vein, it made his heart thump with vigour and his will to submit was slipping away - fast.

Draped over his strong back, Fue tensed as your fingers curled around his heavy balls. A finger toyed with the seam until you were cupping him, massaging him with tender care.

His jaw was tight, teeth grinding as sweat broke across his brow. The desire to allow you your fun warred with his pride, a bloody battle within his mind. Torn between fulfilling a wish of yours and not wishing to look weak.

The feel of your bare breasts against his skin was sweet torture, the kisses you lovingly placed along his shoulder caused his fists to tighten until the skin was stark white and his fire hand flare in warning.

He tasted so delicious, the scent of cardamom filling your nose as you nuzzled into the side of his neck. The sweet, spicy smell permeated everything until you were filled to capacity with only your beloved Fue.

Basking in the weight of him cupped in your palm, your free hand sliding across his defined abs until you could trace around his nipples.

Unbeknownst to you, the war had been won - your lion could not be tamed and would not stand for this act for a second longer. A hunger to claim what was his, and rightly so, overtook him with a silent roar.

It happened faster than you could react, how you had gone from pressed against the vermillion-haired god, to being flat on your back with the most feral-looking Fuegoleon you had ever cast eyes upon between your parted thighs, you had no idea.

His chest heaved with every breath, and the swirling purple hues in his eyes darkened with flickering flames. A high blush tinted the apples of his cheeks and you squealed at the insistent slide of his throbbing erection along your slick folds.

“I’m sorry beloved,” he offered as he reared back and guided himself deep into your welcoming heat in one smooth thrust.

The stretch was exquisite, your walls forced apart by his thick shaft. Your arms hooked around his back, nails scratching into his flesh on a tortuously sweet moan.

His flaming hair curtained around your face as his mouth sought you out, the soft caresses of his lips were the true apology. A contrast to how he was ravishing the rest of you.

You would always accept your crimson lion, pride and all.

#delirious writes #follower event #black clover #black clover smut #fuegoleon vermillion #black clover fuegoleon #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon smut

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The favorite

Kaminari Denki x gn!reader

warnings: none, a little angsty family relationships but not in-depth to mean anything wordcount: 925words content: FLUFF, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, character study, timeskip, pro heroes, soft soft love, drabble, not beta’d

notes: im not sure what this is.......honestly..... kamis family hasnt been disclosed so im rolling w this for fun! i just wanna smooch him tbh, i hope you like it !!

They don’t play favorites at the Kaminari household. Of course they don’t.

Still,

Kaminari Denki’s never tried being a favorite. Being the unplanned third child in a rather complete family, he really wasn’t needed. His oldest brother is from his mother’s previous relationship and therefor her favorite. The second son – who’s only three years older than Kaminari – was subdued and quiet, to the liking of their rather stoic dad. Kaminari likes to describe his father as a person who has the emotional capacity of a rock. He never did have the bandwidth to handle his youngest son’s emotional outbursts and electric personality.

Kaminari’s always been too much and not enough. He doesn’t enjoy thinking of himself as a walking contradiction but at every corner he’s reminded of how he’s short on what’s needed but overflow in what is not. But it’s not like his parents didn’t love him – he never truly lacked anything growing up. He had his Gameboy Advance and his beloved PlayStation1 as early as he can remember. His Gameboy was with him all up until he fried the system by trying to charge it himself after getting to know his quirk. He was always well-fed and properly dressed and they always kissed him goodnight after turning on his night light. But whenever he tried to describe this gap he felt between his brothers and him, they dismissed it and told him that he was simply overthinking it.

Kaminari Denki? Overthinking? He scoffs at the thought, please, that’s not his MO.

So Kaminari has become careful in sharing his observations since then, keeps them to himself and tries to float through life on a breeze of casualty. So when he meets you, his axis turns on itself and for each interaction you have, he feels more puzzled than last.

You like him.

You want him.

At first, he was convinced it was true love, chasing you down in the cafeteria if you were both back from patrols at the same time, hanging out by the watercooler near your office in hopes of catching your attention and always hyping you up during tactical meetings in an effort to court you.

Then it became something else – something he’s never tried catching after a chase.

He’s not sure he’s allowed to say that he’s your favorite but something is playing into the way you’re always leaning towards him, your eyes bright and interested as you listen to him ramble, even at a table full of your Pro Hero colleagues, all bigger and buffer than him. You dismiss Kirishima, the big, burly, and dependable number four hero in favor of him, the crowned “Stinky Twinky” in the group chat. You laugh and joke with Bakugou but your eyes always search for the lightning patch in Kaminari’s hair, your eyes electrified when they find his in the crowd.

“You’re like home.”

Kaminari grunts out a noise of confusion at your admission, raising his arm to make more room for you as you’re settling onto his chest. It’s movie night which to Kaminari just means cuddle night. He whispers sweet confessions in your ear as explosions and overdone sound effects drown into the background and you giggle and return compliments, making him blush all the way down to his chest and hide in the column of your neck.

You always start the movie with an intent to watch it through.

“I mean, it’s comfortable, you know? I don’t have to perform; I can just be me. I can be how I am in front of you like I am when I’m alone in my own apartment.”

He hums out, mulling over your words. He’s not sure why that’s home per say because he associates home precisely with performing, proving yourself as worthy as your brothers.

But when he thinks about it from your perspective, your definition, about how he is when he’s alone.

Yeah, he’s like that with you too.

He grins, “aw, so I’m the lucky – and only – audience to your terrible singing in the kitchen?”

You punch his stomach but he’s well aware that that wasn’t even an ounce of your strength – he’s sparred with you before. You laugh in disbelief, “I’m removing your VIP access from now on!”

“Wait, babe!”

You huff in mock offense and make a point of removing your arms from around him. He kisses the top of your head and lets his hands work on the knots you seem to constantly have in your shoulders, “babe please, those concerts are what I live for,” he tries, not quite able to contain the smile on his face.

The persuasion seems to pay off because you relax back into him with a sigh, “I need like ten more of these back rubs to survive that heinous betrayal from my favorite person, is that a deal?”

Kaminari laughs, a laugh that bubbles up from the bottom of his stomach and surprises him – it surges up in him and he clumsily realizes that the feeling is pride. He tries to hide his face in you but your position makes it awkward, “I’m your favorite person?”

The question sounds so sincere, genuinely curious and in search of validation. You reach back out to him and kiss his jaw softly, allowing the intimacy to overflow from your actions, “the absolute favorite.”

Kaminari Denki finally knows what it’s like to feel like a favorite and he decides that while he never wants to let that feeling go, he also wants to make sure you feel it every day too.

@the-cosmos-network 🌌

#boku no her academia x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari fluff #bnha fluff #also luna got me thinking abt kami...........#go read her fic 'the tuxedo' on her acc @cup-of-fluff!!!#nohr.writing

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dulcesiabits · 2 years

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Guess who’s back? Back again- ANYWAYS, it’s been a while coming but i’m here once again to tell you you’ve done an amazing work with the ace and deuce fic. IT WAS HEAVENLY THAT IT MADE ME CRY. I’m also glad that your also another an Ace/Yuu/Deuce enthusiast because their friendship is really cute (I’m also one :3) like It’s been a while since i last played twst but ace and deuce still warms my heart and reading that fic just made me overwhelmed with emotions TwT (in a good way dw ^^) and ace, yuu, and deuce’s friendship reminds me of my current friendship which doubles up those overwhelming emotions

Oh, and also based on your writing heavenly fanfics. I really think you have heavenly taste in fanfics like gurl you slay✨🤩 any fanfics you wanna recommend?

-🍯

(referencing this fic)

Welcome back!! ^7^ It's nice to see you again <3

I never expected to get so attached to Ace and Deuce, but as the first people you meet in twst, they hold a special place in my heart. Their relationship really does remind me of my friends, too! That specific dynamic of messing with each other, but knowing you would do anything for the other person!!

So tearing apart the dream team.... would be devastating... who on earth would do such a thing....... haha.....

Fanfic recommendations? I don't really read a lot of fanfic these days outside of what my friends write, to be honest. I do have a fanfic recommendation tag, #liya recs, if you want to browse that! And I have blogs recommended on my pinned posts, but if you're looking for something more specific, I'll link some twst fics under the cut!

i will float until i learn to swim + my twisted valentine by @sierrascribbles My absolute beloved who I share matching pfps with <3 Her azul character study is such a treat, and the vday hcs are something I collabed with her on! An absolute sweetheart, with such good writing!

a face in the crowd + all for show by @ridhearts another good friend!! Her writing is so fun, and I'm particularly enamored with these two fics! I adore the way she writes the characters, and these hcs in particular had me swooning in her arms <3

crush behavior + first kiss by @idiacide Surprise, another good friend! I adore Jacob's writing, and he has such an excellent grasp on characters. His entire crush behavior series is such a great read!! The first kiss hcs are also super cute! <3

the stories you told, the charm you hold + not his type by @zgvlt She has very charming writing! I particularly enjoy these two, which were a delight to read, and had me smiling the whole time. These are some wonderfully crafted stories <3

noble gentlemen + steal some covers, share some skin by @traumxrei-archive Someone who has really, really cute writing! They're also a sweet person, and I'm a sucker for their noble gentlemen series (historical au? sign me up) and their ruggie ficlet, which makes me giggle and kick my feet when I read it <3

#liya answers #🍯 anon #im sorry I don't really know a lot of writers haha #so i will... always tag the same few people I do know LOL #this ... may have also been an excuse to send my friends lovemail too #and some writers I think r cool

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guaaa-camole · 2 years

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Like Minds snippet

let me post this small ficlet so it's out of my hand and i can stop dwelling on it...

Pairing: Reader's Choice!Jack/Nigel Colbie Rating: probably mature? Warning/Note: This is super self-indulgent, dramatic, messy, and extra. Can be read as Dark Alex!Jack, Real Templar!Jack, or Reader!Jack slash a very subby!Nigel. Yes, this fic is that unprincipled. I just wanted to appease my beloved Nigel's unhinged obsession. It's the whole point of this fic. Oh, and eng is not my native language. bgm

Nigel sometimes dreams of his Jack, not Alex, the real Jack. His spirit comes to Nigel as if it longs to spend time with him in his sleep, in his bed. Odd that the feeling of being held by him is nostalgic since they have never even met (in this life at least). But oh, Nigel is still certain it's his Jack. Wouldn't remotely entertain the idea of letting himself relax in that warmth otherwise. He can tell the two of them apart from miles away easily.

The thing is, it is always hazy in these dreams. Nigel feels like he is floating through his consciousness, drifting in the limbo between this reality and something else..., the preexistence perhaps? But their intimacy serves as his everlasting anchor, the weight that keeps his sanity intact, and a reminder that he's not deluded like Alex continuously believes.

With Jack's arms around him, he would be drunk on his scent of the winter forest, where they once galloped across together with swords raising high in their hands. He would relish the gentle touches of Jack's finger combing through his hair and the tender voice of Jack's sweet praises next to his ear, comforting him for how much pain and trouble he must've been enduring for the sake of them.

Jack even apologized on Alex's behave, which Nigel thought was just utterly ridiculous but endearing nonetheless.

And when Jack took him, it was an experience that could not be put into words lightly, as the sense of fulfillment was too intoxicating, being the implement for his knave's delight. There's nothing in this world that surpasses the thrill of submission, upon being called affectionately by him, "my dear little spade." It is a title he takes pride in unreservedly. Nigel is, and always will be, a tool of his use after all.

When they were close to climax, which often indicates the near end of his dream and another parting of theirs, they had this almost ritualistic routine where Jack would whisper into Nigel's ear alongside his intense breathing,

"It's alright. We will be united... Tell me why that is, Nigel..."

And he could do nothing but reply- perhaps more like sobbing out at this point, "Because it's fated, Jack..." while holding onto him like a lifeline, staring into the distance through the veil of his tears. He sensed his other half's presence fading away, leaving him but a shell of fortitude to heal inside alone.

Upon waking, he felt the templar's glory searing on his palm, precisely where it was joined with Jack's earlier.

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I can't believe I actually wrote this... Literally my first ficlet in eng. (btw, if anyone wants to take this idea and expand it into smt more, pls let me know.

Credit to Tom's amazing performance as Nigel, Korzeniowski's Table for Two as ambient music, and a big shout-out to my muse(gn) @den-dumm🧡

#like minds #murderous intent #like minds fic #murderous intent fic #Jack/Nigel #nigel colbie #reader insert #could be #tom sturridge

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hd-wireless · 2 years

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📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2022 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #4

Welcome everyone to our second last final wrap-up! What an amazing week we had! A big shout out to our readers and commenters, our participants love you! Now: Buckle up for this week's hits! 10 Fics, 1 Art all shiny and new, waiting just for you.

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) And here for YouTube

And now without further ado, this week's works:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 sweet lips on my lips [G, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Like Real People Do by Hozier 🎵 Summary We should just kiss like real people do.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Across My Memory [E, 4.458]

🎵 Song Prompt: Once Upon A December by Christy Altomare 🎵 Summary Malfoy Manor holds a lot of memories in its corners. Memories Draco would rather forget. Or would he?

📻 I'll Be Loving You (Always) [T, 10.173]

🎵 Song Prompt: BWU by Tegan and Sara 🎵 Summary “When are you going to make an honest man of Draco?” Harry chokes on his wine and hastily sets down the glass, making sure not to let it slosh over the rim. “I beg your pardon?” he asks once he gets his coughing under control, wiping his eyes with his napkin. Ron snickers and Harry glares at him. “It’s just, you’re not getting any younger, dear,” Molly says, moving down the table, the serving platter of chicken floating along in front of her. “You and Draco, you’ve been together almost five years. Don’t you think it’s time to settle down?”

📻 Wild Things [E, 118.804]

🎵 Song Prompt: Main Title (Wild Things Soundtrack) by George S Clinton 🎵 Summary Forced to return to Malfoy Manor, Draco finds himself surrounded by an unfamiliar ancestral home, strange occurrences that spoke his beloved horse, and one weirdly dressed Head Auror, who won't leave until Draco no longer wants him to leave.

📻 Just Between Us [T, 13.492]

🎵 Song Prompt: “All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version)" by Taylor Swift 🎵 Summary They walk out onto the dance floor, hand in hand, and it’s familiar and brand new all at once. They begin to sway to the music, and Draco feels Harry’s lips brush against his ear, murmuring, “So? Do you like it?” “What?” Draco whispers back. “This,” Harry’s voice is low and rumbling in his ear, and Draco has to clench his jaw against the emotion rushing through him. “The song.” Draco closes his eyes. “I’m just surprised you remember.”

📻 Ties and Knots [G, 2.192]

🎵 Song Prompt: Mr. Brightside by The Killers 🎵 Summary I’m not prepared for the way it makes me feel when I watch you across the room, or for the tenderness of your touch. I’m even less prepared to see you touch her the same way.

📻 Draco Malfoy Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter [E, 18.153]

🎵 Song Prompt: Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus 🎵 Summary It’s not easy to be bonded to your childhood rival, turned fuckbuddy, who you also have extremely uncomfortable but repressed feelings for—just ask Draco Malfoy.

📻 Put Some Time Aside (To Fall Apart) [T, 3.404]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Mansion Door" by Shakey Graves 🎵 Summary They're meant to teach the second-years how to duel in an hour, only Malfoy's running late again, and Harry's arm is still sore from a nasty bludger hit. Scared, Potter? In the dusk-lit light of Harry's corner classroom, they prepare their lesson in more ways than one.

📻 The Island Assignment [E, 10.468]

🎵 Song Prompt: Yonaguni by Bad Bunny 🎵 Summary International Auror Harry Potter is sent on assignment to Yonaguni, known as the Island of Women, to investigate the disappearance of men set on visiting its shores. Will he survive where other men have perished? Or will a figure from his past change everything?

📻 Meet Me at Midnight [T, 56.865]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Sunlight' by Hozier 🎵 Summary Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

📻 if the world was ending [M, 4.238]

🎵 Song Prompt: If The World Was Ending by Kurt Hugo Schneider 🎵 Summary The world is ending again, but it’s far less dramatic this time. Harry Potter tries to save the day. Draco wishes he wouldn’t.

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