#and his eyes are still a little puffy and he's all big gulps of air like a granpa

[ihatebnha]

im having a brainrot of kissing bakugo on your bed late at night until you are absolutely both tired as hell and you fall asleep with his hand inside your sleep shorts grabbing onto your bare butt cheek and your hand all the way up his shirt resting on one of his tiddies

literally crying at the thought of this happening after long and hard busy days... the ones where you don’t get to see each other til you’re both in bed at night, but still wanna cuddle and catch up w/ each other about some of the little things you may’ve missed. 

so yeah, you get all close in bed and kiss each other to sleep... just breathe in each others air for a bit and then drift off together... 

AND THEN... you wake up all tangled together, too. you’ve sunk a bit more to his side over the night and your hand is now on his belly... but his is STILL right where he left it and he’s got your face nearly right there in his armpit jdkfadsjk. 

And of course, he grumbles every time you move, too, because he’s just so comfortable and doesn’t want you leave or make the bed cold. you can barely reach for your phone w/o a boob going in his face but he barely even notices or cares... just yawns and grips you harder. a little butt squeeze and jiggle, maybe... but then he stares at you w/ those tired, slitted eyes and gives you a little sleepy cheek kiss-nuzzle as if it will make you want to stay. 

honestly tho? it probably does.  

#bakugo #sorry to change the subject but AHHHHHHHHHH you go to sleep like that and wake up lie it too #just imagining him gripping ur face when he wakes up so he can tell u to kiss him #and his eyes are still a little puffy and he's all big gulps of air like a granpa #.asdmbjfkladsnfjkajsdk;lfjkasdlfkj want him so bad #cuz i feel like... and i think it's cnaon.... he's not really a morning person even if he CAN wake up #so when he gets to sleep with u and esp sleep IN he's like. u better not get up til he gets up #holds u like a teddy bear #the only time he kisses u with hesitation #then he wakes up fully and is like ... hm. i think u have to beg now #LOOOL #anyway #love this anon thank u #ask #anon #caitie things #fave

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, monster au, orc x elf!reader, huge size difference

fem reader

Orc Master – who makes his pretty collared elf-pet lick and kiss his heavy balls because his cock won’t fit in her mouth…

They’re the size of grapefruits – bigger than your tits, nearly bigger than your head, and you can only suck a small spot at a time – smacking off the warm weights with a lewd pop before suckling another place just shy of it.

He strokes his cock above you – pearls of pre, more like marbles, trickle down the spine of it before dripping onto your face and chest.

His other hand cradles the entirety of your skull, holding a fat thumb on your brow – angling your head to look past the thick structure shadowing you up into his hooded eyes filled with carnal heat, leering at your pretty face smothered in his sack, begging for what’s kept inside them, warm and ready to flood your guts and breed you full.

His brawny legs are taller than you as you kneel between them – feeling like a beggar praying to a god. His foot, larger than your leg – and his big toe, the size of your fist. Making the whole ground shake when he stomps it down next to you – wordlessly encouraging you to be more eager. 

He's always glossy with old and new sweat – layered thickly and sticky on his tough skin, along with red and brown flecks of blood and mud – highlighting every fat muscle as though carved in metal. Broad shoulders swole with brute strength – even his neck is buff with it, thicker than your thighs – looking proud and toppling as he looms above you. 

His words are few but weighty, grunting out, “Tongue.” Appeased when you listen and stick the pink thing inside his dickhole. Endearment in his voice, purring out “good bitch…” and softly calling you his “tiny elf-whore,” while petting your hair – steering your little head up and down his tall shaft, letting your mouth catch all the spilled mess frothing from his leaky tip.

The muscles in his thighs flex while you suck along his thick veins, pulsing where they fork along the tall tower. You have to gulp when you think about how massive it is – you can’t even reach around it when using both your hands – and you have no sound understanding of how it even fits inside you at all.

When he sucks your tits, he’ll take half of them inside his warm mouth – nomming on them while he stretches your hole with one finger after the other. 

His digits are the size of a male elf’s manhood – you can’t reach fully around one with your hand – and he’s got three of them pumping your tiny elven cunt – prepping you for his much meatier orc-cock.

You’re held easily on his lap, seated sideways and pretty. His drool runs down your chest and belly, and you’re soaked in your own sweat after cumming for the umpteenth time. Still, you squirm when he finally dabs your puffy cunt with the sturdy meat. When it stands between your thighs, the plush cockhead reaches high enough to get cozy between your breasts, and you can already feel it punching your ribs and rearranging your organs.

You always break, trying to fling yourself off and run away despite the collar sitting around your throat with a chain trail leading to the bed.

You’re never able to get out of his grip anyway. He pulls your hair back, making your head hang backward, chest arched up – it’s an awful position, leaving you no option but to thrash – unable to see what’s going on or how to prepare for it.

He picks up your thigh and holds you up in the air by it alone, using you like a ragdoll as he spreads you wide. Huffing out impatient grunts at the numerous failed attempts of pressing his raging cock-head inside you, always slipping through your slit and rubbing off on your clit. He grows angry rather quickly, growling until your hole finally gets sloppy enough to allow the very tip to find footing – just enough to let him knead the entire bulb inside you and slowly sink inch after fat inch all the way up until you choke on it.

Stuffed so fair-tight with a big bulge in your poor belly. You squeeze on it with a cry – your whole body reacting to it, contorting while it settles deep within you. Knees lifting and bending with thighs winding shut, curled toes, and fingers making tight fists.

He’s kind enough to let you roost on it for a bit before moving.

Standing up, he lays your back against the plush bed, still warm from where he’d just been sitting – and wraps a hand around both your ankles, holding them up – placing the other on the dome of your ass, hooking a thumb over your hipbone.

Most of you is still in the air – making so much blood pool in your head. Going dizzy and breathless once he sets the pace, dragging himself out of your tight walls – beyond content feeling your tight cunt squeeze on him as though begging him to stay inside.

You make the cutest sounds – makes his balls clamp up as they swing and softly clap against your back while he slowly lolls his entire length back inside your warmth.

Once your hole surrenders more to his size, he’ll lay your legs to rest against his chest and mirror the placement of his other hand – both now grabbing each of your buttcheeks – starting to fuck your womb tightly.

He loves elven pussy – especially yours – so sweet and juicy, cumming on him every few minutes – milking him for his cream.

You get a fever once he finally cums – pumping it all inside you, unloading for a full minute or two, leaving you gasping and panting with broken moans cut with cries – feeling it seep out around the edges of where he has you stuffed, running down your ass and spine, dribbling down his balls and hitting the floor in fat drops that give a sounding thud.

He waits until his cock is sluggish before sloshing out. 

Everything is a sticky mess, but he cares little for cleaning up – staggering over the bed and immediately falling into a snoring sleep with you tucked under his heavy arm.

After all, he has to make sure everyone knows who you belong to – not only by keeping you collared with his crest but by making sure you smell ripely so – scented from head to toe with his jizz and urine.

BNHA – Enji, Bakugou, Kirishima, Deku, Muscular, Gigantomachia

JJK – Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Kenjaku

AOT – Erwin, Reiner, Zeke

HxH – Uvogin

#nightmare rambles #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore

[bunicate]

mimi i wud die for sum wrio incest ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ i need nii-nii to punish his lil sis when she starts actin up and disobeying ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ pairing ꒱ྀི wriothesley x fem reader — warnings ꒱ incest. fucking in leggings. calling your big brother daddy ? creampie. reader is described as small / 18+

i kept u waiting long enough and Im not sure but I may have strayed a witl bit from whut u said but still ! ! wrio-nii <3 muhehe . some icky thoughts and babbling below nonnie.

believe it or not wriothesley doesn’t necessarily enjoy punishing his little sister, but that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to it, especially if you’ve been seeking a less-than-innocent reaction out of him. 

it crushes him to say it, but wriothesley knows that his chilling title as duke at the fortress of meropide doesn’t grant him the same freedoms as others. he’s an overseer, a self-appointed role that he carved himself. part of it is to maintain order; the other half is maybe to fulfill his own sentence and snuff out any remnants of the guilt he couldn’t shake off.

naturally, he’s a protector whose hands happen to be bloodied. if it meant guaranteeing the safety of his little sister, he’d fight his way through anything, even if it meant bruised skin and broken bones. to be at the fortress while you remained in the world above was, to say the least, hard, but he’s working around that obstacle.

its some days, like today ( though rare on occasion ) he takes a well-deserved break.

a long shower, a couple of hours in the at home gym to stay dedicated, and then he promises afterwards that he’s all yours. maybe a picnic, a stroll through the town, a shopping trip—whatever you set your sights on, he’d do it; he’d get it because he has the patience of a saint, but that just happened to be the one thing you lacked.

your attempts at seducing him were messily orchestrated. adorable, and innocent, and his cock strained against his sweatpants nonetheless.

wriothesley’s bare chest expands with each deep breath he takes, greedily sucking up the air to calm his lungs and beating heart after he drops his weight.

though away from the world below, he doesn’t stray from his regimen. even when darling little girls strut in loungewear not even appropriate enough to wear in their own homes, offer him water.

he downs it—gulps it incredibly fast and wipes the remnants of water that escape on the back of his hand. he sets the glass down, and he knows that water isn’t the only thing his body is aching for.

the clothes are practically second skin, your nipples are puffy and alert under your shirt from the air conditioning, and the leggings are tight enough to emphasize the chub of your lower lips.

“why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

it’s a silly question he doesn’t bother to answer.one foot behind the other, hands intertwined, you give him that a stare that reveals more than you let on. your tongue delicately swipes your bottom lip, and his eyes follow. he watches closely when your lips do that small bounce from the release of your teeth.

he wants to wipe that doe-eyed look off your face and rip the flimsy pants off. maybe even ruffle up your pretty pigtails, but you’d hate him if he did. yet, it’s only fair for him to tease in return, and wriothesley isn’t too keen on enforcing discipline. but if you want it so bad, he can’t see why he can’t be voracious just this once.

it takes him only a split second to wrangle your body to the floor and push your cheek into the plush mat. he’s pumped with adrenaline; his brute strength nearly knocks the wind out of you.

those fingers that you love so dearly trail down your hips and backside to finally press down on the seat of your leggings—right where your cunt sucked in the fabric. just two of his digits encompass the size of your heat, and they trace the sticky folds through the cloth. your grip on the mat tightens, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

he roughly rips open your leggings, the sudden exposure to air making you gasp. it’s a wide enough hole to display your plump ass and fat little pussy to his icy blues. such thick, succulent lips dressed in a thin layer of your slick that he wanted to lap up selfishly.

his large hand reels back and collides with the flesh of your butt watching it jiggle.

“hnn— !”

your body lurches forward on impact, and wriothesley flexes his thick arms to keep you still.

“shh, shh. s’okay.”

he rubs the fat of your butt briefly before landing another swift strike.

you squeal, “nii-nii! p-pleaseee !”

the arch in your back deepens, and wriothesley licks his lips in anticipation at your show of embarrassment.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t that right?”

he’s dizzy from the sight of your gaping cunt, and he can’t tell whether to spank it, fuck it, or kiss it first.

ultimately, he decides on spitting.

he puckers his lips, and a tiny glob lands right in the center of your pussy, and he eagerly stares as it disappears between your plump folds.

you flinch away reactively from the moist invasion, scrambling on the floor, but your brother overpowers you.

“come on, don’t run from me now, you little brat.” his hold on you tightens, forcing your ass higher up.

wriothesley begins to tug his pants down and pull out his heavy cock. it’s thick and drooling pre-cum from his wide tip, eager to empty his load inside your tiny hole. he gives it a few strokes and watches you wiggle your butt in excitement.

“put it in nii-nii. i'm so messy down there, so you don’t need’ta prep me. . .”

a manicured nail runs down your slit and separates your fold, and nothing but arousal webs across your twitchy cunt.

“fuck .” 

you are messy.

you’re dripping and creaming, and he’s barely started. he takes his own thumbs to spread your lips apart further, like he couldn’t believe it himself. your vagina thumps erratically, pumping out a bubbly, clear fluid. the squelch is disgustingly loud, and he has to fight himself from collecting the salty drops with his tongue.

he whistles in agreement.

“would you look at that? i guess you’re right. this needy cunt can take my fat cock. ”

he's holding his breath when he presses it against your quivering center.

“i always thought you were too little to take it, but your pretty pussy is more than ready for me.”

he rubs the softness of your skin in awe.

you turn your neck slightly to give him a shy smile. “mhm, s’ only for you. . but,” you shake your hips again. “could you put it in, please?”

slick was now stuck between your thighs, staining your already ruined leggings, and you felt dirty, but not enough to overpower the desire to be fucked by your older brother. you were practically humping the air in utter want, but wriothesley doesn’t match your urgency.

“i’m trying, sweetie, but—” the duke makes no effort—he wipes his sloppy mushroom head on your clit, dragging it in messy circles.

“nii-nii is having trouble.”

his pre-cum frothed into a cloud coating your already wet lips, and he hisses when your pussy briefly twitches around his glans. he nudges your opening teasingly but doesn’t bother to push his way through the tight seam.

he shakes his head in faux remorse.

“see, i guess you’re still too little after all."

you throw a small fit, “that’s not true! i can take it!”

he chuckles at your pouting. the hold on your ass digs into your skin as a warning to not get so worked up.

"then what do you suppose we do?”

he spits again, but this time on his shaft, and he drags his hand up just enough for his foreskin to cup the crown of the flushed tip.

"jus’ ruin it—force your cock in. .”

and he didn’t need to be told again.

two beautiful holes, a tight little knot that he can’t wait to split apart one day, and a wet and fat pussy. was he even strong enough to tough it out a little longer?

he looks up towards the ceiling, muttering a brief prayer. you just might kill him, but he's more than ready.

the tight fist around his member squeezes until a thick drop of white plops against the floor. his balls firm and round flutter with every gasp of air you take. his body is in sync with yours, and as soon as his tip pushes against your opening, it stretches—coaxing in his meaty girth. he pushes all the way in until he's sure he can’t go any deeper, and then pulls back out. his cock shines with your wetness, and he takes a few seconds to marvel at where your groins meet.

without warning his hips to mount forward, and he fucks you with purpose—to teach a lesson.

his pace is far from what you predicted; it's much faster and filled with a vigor you weren’t used to. your big brother prefers to handle you with much more care, knowing that you're just a delicate little thing, but he trusts you’ll get used to it.

you proved time and time again to be adaptable, so you keep your ankles crossed and your face down, smushed into the floor, while he uses your body for his own end. his balls, warm and taut, spank your clit unabashedly, turning the screw inside of you. a ring of milk forms at the base of his cock, and the friction pulls noises out of you you didn’t think you were capable of making.

you move to crawl away and put some distance, but wriothesley doesn't let you.

“nah, be still; let nii-nii use you. that’s what little girls are supposed to do, right?”

he laughs, maybe even out of disbelief. each time he tries to convince himself that it will be the last, he still finds himself forcing his cock inside his cock-hungry little sister. and your moans only elevate in pitch as you get closer to that edge.

“yesssss. ah !—hn—you can use me as many times as you want. m'your little stress toy!”

wriothesley grunts loudly. the sound of your lustful proclamations rattling his very being.

“I'm your little girl. keep fuckin’ me, please, nii-nii.”

he doesn’t want to stop.

the recoil of your round ass from the impact of his thrust is a view too otherworldly for him to separate his eyes from. his body accumulates more sweat, and he continues to deliver those fucks that pushes you harder into the floor. your leggings, other than the gaping rip, were thoroughly obliterated, and the mixture of fluids made the fabric darker and stickier.

“! m’almost there, keep going nii-nii. . . s-so close !”

a foggy cloud slows the whirrs in his brain; all of his thinking ceases, and the only thing he can focus on is finishing inside you. to empty his large balls of his salty seed and pull out more of those choked sobs out.

“s’okay baby. relax . i got you.”

“hnn-! hiccup . mmkay ! i love you s’much."

“yeah, nii-nii loves you too, baby. don’t fucking forget it.”

"i won't, d-daddy.”

he stills only for a moment before continuing.

“daddy ? what are you talking about, silly girl?”

he snickers in between moans and claps of skin. did he fuck you that dumb already?

“I’m your brother princess, don’t tell me you forgot.”

you pulse around his cock.

“mhm, but you’re my daddy too.”

he rolls his eyes and smiles.

“i guess i have a pretty daughter to take care of now,” he says and he’s rewarded with your cute mewls and noises of happiness.

he’d kill for you.

again.

he’s a man free of guilt when he’s the closest to you, and it’s why he feels no shame when he delivers one last thrust and pumps your pussy full of his hot semen.

you welcome it, feeling it fill your belly and it takes few minutes for wriothesley to separate himself from you. the minute he pulls out is when he feels robbed of your warmth, he feels naked but satisfied. his cock layered with thick cum fell limp between his legs and he feels relief that his balls were no longer aching with cum ; it was instead leaking from your puffed cunny.

his hands reached out to touch your sensitive pussy, squeezing it to watch the dollops of his seed drip on the gym mat. your legs shake in desire and it’s when reality sinks in.

you didn’t finish and wriothesley makes no move to get you off. he smirks, he’s sure that this time his punishment will keep you in line.

although, only for a bit .

#tw:incest #૮꒰ ๑´ତ `๑ ꒱ྀིა #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x reader smut #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x you #wrio smut #wrio x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #female reader

[medusavsviperz]

Here me out 😏. The workers at playtime co. Put the smiling critters into pairs to work with the kids for like team building or something. But Dogday is being a little too friendly with his partner and the player is like big mad and feels some punishment is in order and they decided to peg the ever loving crap out of Dogday until he is a moaning, begging mess 😘

Punishment.

warnings: smut, anal, bondage, submission

relationships: dogday x fem!reader

writing style: second person

genre: smut

"alright listen up! we are playing a game! can anyone guess what it is?" one of the workers announced, getting a rise out of the kids. hide and seek! fetch! rock, paper scissors! tug of war! the kids would scream. "correct! we are playing a game of... tug of war!! you will each be separated into teams, with two leaders!"

"the team leaders are... hoppy and bobby! kicken and picky! and finally, crafty and dogday! bubba will be keeping score. okay kids, pick your leaders!" unsurprisingly, most of the kids wanted dogday, but they had to split it up.

originally, you never had a problem with crafty. you knew she liked dogday, but honestly, who didnt? he was a very handsome boy after all. but there was one rule all of the critters knew. he was yours.

you stood in the corner with catnap, just watching the game. neither of you wanted to play. dogday and crafty were winning with a total of 10 points, one point being per game. crafty did none of the work, she just stood in front of dogday pretending to pull. every now and then her butt would accidentally touch his crotch. that royally pissed you off. but you tried to ignore it. your final straw was when dogday had the fucking nerve to hold her waist steady.

yea no. not today crafty.

she was eating it up, she loved his attention. especially if it was physical. you knew very well dogday only had eyes for you, but you can still be jealous. its natural after all. but after that little stunt he pulled you figured he deserved to be punished. it took you a bit to figure out what you were gonna do, but once you did, it was perfect.

you said your goodbyes to catnap, making sure dogday saw you hug all over him, and walked to your shared room. and waited.

and waited.

and waited.

finally, dogday walks into the room, tail wagging, and arms open ready to hug you. you put your hand on his chest as a way of saying "stop" and gave him a stern look. his tail stopped wagging immediately. "a-angel...whats wrong.. did i do something?"... "get on the floor you slut."

oh shit.

he gulped. and got on his knees on the floor. "p-please..what did i do..?" ..you ignored him and attached a leash to his collar. you walked over to "the box" and pulled out your orange strap on. "f-fuck angel what are you doing?" .. "what was that all about with craftyfuckingcorn?" you say sternly while attaching the strap-on around your black lace panties. "what are you talking about..?" ... "shit i dont know, maybe the fact that she was flirting with you and you didnt stop her?!" you lubed up the strap on, and scoffed at him. "b-baby i swear i dont like her like that.." he looked like he was about to cry. "trust me dogday. i know you dont. but im gonna give you a little reminder.."

"bend the fuck over."

he shuts his mouth and accepts his fate, removing his shorts and lifting his ass in the air. giving you a nice view of everything hes got. you land a smack on his ass and he yelps, shaking. you line up the dildo with his puffy hole, giving him no time to adjust before shoving it in. he whimper/yelps and tears start to roll down his face. "p-please" sob "ts too much.." ... "should have thought about that before you whored yourself out." you quicken your pace, one hand gripping his hip and the other pulling his tail. "god...please stop it hurts!" ... "shut the fuck up." your pace is ruthless, hitting his prostate over and over again until he is a whimpering begging mess in your hands. hes cum multiple times on the floor, but youll make him clean it up later. suddenly you flip him on his back, seeing his sopping wet face, and his needy cock bouncing with every pound you make. you grab the bottom of his thighs and hold them to his chest, hitting deeper. once you think he has learned his lesson, you slower your pace, giving him kisses on his chest up to his cheeks.

eventually, you pull out, tossing the strap-on to the side, and walking to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. you clean him up and wipe his tear stained face, before slowly jacking him off. he deserves it. "you did a good job. my good boy" he whimpers at the praise, shooting his last nut on his stomach. you clean that up, and lean him on the bed, which he gladly climbs on to. you cuddle with him and wait until he falls asleep, before snuggling up to his chest and scratching behind his ears.

such a good boy.

#poppy playtime #dogday #ns/fw #daddy’s babygirl #daddy k!nk #deep sleep #men gets pegged #he gets pegged #dogday x player #dogday x y/n #dogday x reader #good boy

[rockingrobin69]

Mission Report

“Malfoy. Malfoy. Oh, come on, you big, stupid—”

One grey eye cracked open. “Poke me again and you will regret it.”

Harry swallowed the growl. “We have to move, you gigantic twat. The sun’s about to rise in five minutes, and if we’re still here by that time we’ll be toast.”

Malfoy made a miserable face and rolled on his back. “Why’d you have to bring up toast? I’m so bloody hungry.”

His eyes were puffy, and there was a thin red mark from whatever he rested his cheek on. Harry, not snickering, “C’mon. There should be food in this safe-house. I think.” Gulping, and not because of the little stretch that made Malfoy’s tight shirt ride a fair bit up and expose, erm, a lot of his hips, his belly. No, mostly because he was hungry too, and the chances of finding two safe-houses completely empty weren’t so high. Something was up. Something that wasn’t Harry’s—

“All right,” with a sigh like he was doing Harry a favour. “Do you have the map, or are you about to embark on another insane, show-off-y fit of wild magic to get us there?”

“I had to do that or we would’ve been—”

“Crushed by that boulder, yes, I recall.” Rolling his eyes, then rolling to his feet. Harry always liked to watch him do that, go into ‘Mission Mode’ as Ron called it or ‘Dreamy Mode’ as Nev once said. “All right. Concealment charms?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” with only a little bit of a grumble, and up to his feet too (so he wasn’t staring directly at Malfoy’s rather-nice thighs). “On my count? One, two,” they both went a little too fast at the exact same time.

This was the reason they’d partnered them up: Malfoy’s magic wrapped around Harry’s and melted into it, forming something crackly and bright and quite a lot stronger that once blew the roof off the trainee’s locker room.

And Malfoy was beautiful when he cast. All lean figure and exact, clean lines, big shoulders and the perfect tension in every gorgeous muscle, and the look of utter concentration on his face that felt unbreakable. It made Harry grin a little stupidly, then swallow the grin, then shiver a bit: cold air of dawn and Malfoy’s tingling magic, all citrusy and brilliant and far too pretty.

When they were done, with a triumphant smile: “Well, Potter? How are we to proceed? Might I remind you our bags were all crushed by that unfortunate boulder that separated us from the rest of the group.”

“Unfortunate,” Harry agreed, then, “I mean. I still have the coordinates. I can Apparate us there without any, er, show-off-y magic or anything.”

Malfoy’s face was strangely flushed. “Oh? Fine by me. Let’s go and hope—”

“We can crack this case in time? That the others find their way to the next safe-house?”

“That there’s food,” he sighed, a little mischievous glint to his eyes. “Goodness, Potter, it’s like I have to spell everything out for you.”

“Git,” Harry breathed, and offered his arm to the giant git still smirking at him. The coordinates Harry retained were for the Silverburn safe-house, and he was rather certain Malfoy’s not going to like it. Food, yes, plenty of it in the pantry, and there’s only one bed.

(For flufftober day 29. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #555 words #auror partners on a mission #with a lot of mutual pining of course #soft and so on #flufftober2023 #prompt: “Hey wake up” #rockingrobin69

[vibratingskull]

Pretty sure the entirety of my Maslow's hierarchy of needs is "Thrawn calling me a good girl" tbh. The lengths I would go for tiniest bit of his praise is ridiculous. But also opens the door for some very interesting kink scenes. So. Do with that what you will.

Girl same.

Like...

I would instantly combust if he called me a good girl, I would die happy.

Well Have a little ficlet for those delicious thots:

“How many?” Thrawn asks casually.

“I… I don’t… I’m just-”

You stop babbling when you hear him growl a deep sound coming from the depths of his chest and vocal cords, vibrating through his throat. You feel it vibrating through your clit, sending shivers down your spine.

“Focus!” He chides.

You gulp, you try, you’re really trying!  But it is hard to remember now with all your body trembling and sweating. He holds you down, knees pressed against your chest, your pussy exposed to his assaults. He takes another sloppy lick getting a pitiful moan out of you.

“I… Five?”

His growl transforms into a purr of satisfaction. He gently bites into the tender flesh of your thighs.

“Good girl. See? This is not complicated.” He dives back into your pussy, blowing fresh air on your abused puffy flesh. You yelp, immobilized, incapable of escaping his ministrations. You wriggle your wrists in their shibari knots under your back. Your legs are tied up and hanged by cords, leaving you defenseless before him.

“You are a real piece of art like that, cha’cah. Immobile and bare for me, leaving me to do anything I want…” He kisses your pussy and resumes his laps on your soaked sex. 

You’re in tears. You can’t take another orgasm. All your limbs are spasming and your sex clenches painfully empty, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to eat you all night and you can’t do anything to stop him. 

“Thrawn, please…” You plead.

He tuts you, holding your hips down with his large hands, licking you avidly with the flat of his tongue, the tip of his nose titillating your clit.

“No, cha’cah. You promised me you would let me eat you up as it pleases me, I am not gonna let you escape like that.”

Desperate you try to roll on the side, getting out of his grasp. He growls and slap your pussy hard, forcing you down in place with his strength. Your whole body tenses up under the slap and you wince in pain and pleasure.

“Stop moving, be a good girl and let me have my pleasure.”

“But Thrawn, I can’t…” You try to catch your breath but he cuts you.

“Maker, when did you become so selfish? You promised me, or are you the type to not stick to your words?” He demands between kisses on your thighs.

You hate when he uses his sweet voice to get what he wants, he knows you can’t refuse him anything with that deep melodic voice.

“Be nice for me, be still. It will be great, I will push you beyond the depth of pleasure. Just let me have this.” He let a big sloppy kiss on your clit.

“O… Okay…” You let out defeated.

“Good girl.” You can hear his satisfied grin in his voice “Trust me and let me take care of everything.”

He presses his lips on your pussy lips and starts sucking your nervous nub like a lollipop, parting your pussylips with his fingers to trail your slit with the tip of his wet and warm tongue. You mewl and whimper, feeling your pussy starting to contract again, all your blood flowing down to your swollen, puffy flesh. You feel your slick running down your ass to soak the sheets beneath you, and you imagine it beading from his chin, his red eyes flashing in hunger and lust, completely pussy drunk.

He titillates your clit by flicking his tongue before lapping at it, circling it, gliding across it. He puts all his energy into it, eating your pussy with enthusiasm like he was winning one of his campaigns.

“Ha! Thrawn…” you sob.

“I know, cha’cah, I know.” He soothes you “Let it happen. Do not fight against it.”

You feel the fire in your abdomen igniting again, burning furiously as your legs shake in their prison of cords. He probs your tight hole with the tip of his tongue and enters, drinking your slick at the source. He rapidly locates your gummy spot and waves his tongue against it, grazing it gently, teasing your g-spot so deliciously. He tongue-fucks you conscientiously, with passion and ardour. You start babbling again, incoherent words rolling from your tongue as you drool all over yourself, completely lost in the pleasure he gives you. He pulls out his tongue and enters you with two fingers, his mouth getting back on your pulsating clit. He pushes two knuckles deep, curling them inside you to make you chant like a bird.

“Sing, cha’cah, let me hear you.” He encourages you.

Like you could control that! You’re way to fucked up and dazed to control anything you do now. Your nerves are on complete fire, your cunt is dripping and heat pools in your abdomen, pleasure building up higher and higher.

He continues to graze you g-spot with the pads of his fingers, scratching the itch, your poor abused cunt spasming on his slender digits, while sucking thoroughly at your clit.

Suddenly, the tension snaps and you squirt violently in his mouth with a choked cry. You can’t see him behind your locked legs but you hear a hungry purr.

“Good, cha’cah, perfect. Exactly what I wanted. You are such a good girl for me.” He praises you with a growl.

He seems as breathless as you are.

You let your head fall back on the pillows with a sigh, your chest rising up and down.

“How many?” He demands.

“Six?” you respond, completely in the fog of your orgasm, still seeing stars flashing behind your closed eyelid.

“Very good. Another one, I am sure you can do it…”

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[businessbois]

went back through the wips cuz of the ask game and here’s the opening to the third part of my hair dye series. you can really tell during which era of the smp it was written but it made me laugh

There’s a strange pink thing on the floor in front of him. 

It’s small and squishy-looking and Tommy kind of wants to punch it to see what would happen. He doesn’t. But the thought’s there, wriggling at the back of his mind like a brain worm.

Brain worm aside, the thing is still right in front of him and now it’s making noise. Little, incomprehensible babbles and grunts and clicks when its claws tap across the floor.

It’s a child. And a really ugly one at that.

This is the part where Tubbo or Wilbur or even Phil would knock him upside the head and hiss Tommy like he’s done something wrong, but Big Men value honesty and honestly… the kid’s butt ugly.

Half pink and fuzzy, and half bone white and looking like one of those rag dolls Tommy used to sew during war-times. 

Tommy blinks at it.

It stops its noises. It blinks back.

Tommy makes a face.

A different noise this time. Lighter and higher like little bumps in the air.

He does the face again, pulling his face into an exaggerated mas— caricature of itself. 

It gets louder. 

It’s laughing .

(For a second, his stomach feels something other than gaping emptiness.)

Michael, because that’s his name, Michael Underscore-Beloved, claps twice and promptly knocks himself over because babies are dumb with bad motor control, especially babies who only partially count as living.

Not for the first time since being abandoned in this mansion, Tommy wonders why Tubbo and Ranboo thought this was a good idea. In all reality, they probably didn’t, but really had no choice because Ranboo had a Syndicate meeting and Tubbo had to meet with Big Q about something and everyone else (and he means everyone —Foolish, Puffy, Eret, fucking Sapnap) was busy. It’s okay, Tommy can live with being the last choice, least trusted and most surveilled. He’s more of a danger to himself than anyone else these days. Then again—the brain worm wriggles insistently—sometimes he fails to care about who he’ll take down with him in this state.

Movement snaps him out of his thoughts. A chubby pink hand enters his field of vision. He flinches back, but Michael is surprisingly fast and strong for an undead toddler. The piglin’s fist closes around a small patch of hair at the front of Tommy’s head. Tommy sucks in a sharp breath.

Of course Michael would be curious about it. Just because Tommy doesn’t see it—even forgets about it sometimes—doesn’t mean that the shock of white at the top of his forehead is as clearly a taboo to other people as it is to him.

Michael's grip tightens ever so slightly and Tommy glares at the child.

Don't you dare.

Oh. He dares.

With the nerve of a kid being raised by god-killers, Michael Underscore-Beloved lets out the loudest giggle yet and yanks.

White hot pain blooms from the front to the back of Tommy's skull. He gulps down a harsh breath and digs his nails into his jeans, willing himself to stay grounded. Tubbo probably wouldn’t appreciate him scarring his child forever by having a full-blown zombie boy meltdown in front of him.

Remember what Puffy told you? Remember the breathing exercises you practiced? Remember the obsidian underneath your—

It doesn't even hurt anymore, really. Tommy's dealt with much, much worse than grabby piglin kids, but Prime, his chest feels like it's about to explode.

In the end, it’s Michael’s shrieking, bumpy laughter—something very much absent from that prison cell—that brings him back to the present.

He pries his eyes open, flexing stiff fingers and forcing breath back into his lungs, and stares down into the menace's half-empty gaze.

“Little shit,” he growls in a tone and inflection directly copied from The Blade.

Michael claps (something he seems particularly fond of doing) and parrots back, “Little shit."

Tommy’s eyes widen. The words are leaving his mouth before he even processes it.

“Wait, wait, wait, no, no, no, no,"  the syllables tumble clunkily off his tongue, awkward after years of disuse, almost as if his mouth has forgotten how to form around the foreign language.

"Shit," Michael growls. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

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yeah so it was a hair dye (which comes a little bit later) fic to go with the theme but it was also an uncle nephew bonding fic with some “tommy knows piglin cuz of techno” hc thrown in

[dr4cking]

Bad Grade.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut |

warning : professor!draco 🥵 reader is of age! and you can make up draco's age whatever you wanted.

y/n waited nervously in her class, she was early than the others and it makes her sitting alone in the class.

she had exams last week but she didnt really study for it and that was the exact reason why she was nervous today.

if she got a bad grades her parents would make sure to threatened her.

she looked up from her desk as a loud footsteps walking into the class, she found the youngest and the hottest teacher in hogwarts staring at her deeply, a smirk formed onto his face making her gulped.

"morning, miss y/n" she gets goosebumps when she heard his deep voice calling out her name.

"morning professor.." draco’s smirk get wider as he saw her body tremble in her seat, only his voice and she already like that.

"why so tense, miss y/n?"

"nothing, professor.." she replied, staying her gaze on her desk, trying so hard not to look up at him and get herself in more embarrassment.

draco clicked his tongue around his teeth making her turned her head at him instantly.

he raised his eyebrows at her sudden action.

but when he was about to taunt her more, the door burst open by the students filling the class one by one.

>>>>>

"miss y/n." she looks up at her professor as he called her name, her body jolted out at his voice echoed in the room.

"yes, professor?"

"come here, please." she gets up from her seat nervously, all her classmates already interrogating her by their eyes.

"care to explain to me why you get a P for my subject?" she swears she almost passed out at his intonation.

"i- i'm sorry professor, i wasn't study-"

"great, meet me after class, you need to fix your grade" y/n unknowingly rubbed her thighs together when draco said that, she secretly hoped he doesnt noticed that.

but he did and thats why he was trying to hide his smirk.

"yes professor, i'm sorry" she took her test and made her way back to her seat. hell, he's so intimidating.

>>>>>

after the class ended, y/n being the only one who stayed in her seat.

she sighs and stares at draco's back who was still cleaning the board.

"well, which part of my subject that you dont understand, miss y/n?" draco said as he takes a seat in front of her desk, opening her book.

"its the draught of living death potions, professor." she was trying her best to not let her voice getting shaky.

draco nodded and begin to explaining the subject to her, his fingers were pointing at her book.

but all she could think now is about the tension filling the air, and the more she stares at his fingers the dirtier her mind gets.

his hands-

merlin, even his hands are so hot. the veins decorating his arms suited him so much, and his long fingers are the perfect size to reach her spot when they're going inside her cu-

no.

y/n shook her head in disbelief at what she just imagined in her mind not realizing that draco has stopped talking.

"lost in your dirty mind, princess?" draco chuckles as he sees her cheeks heated in embarrassment, his eyes turned dark as he examining her face.

shit.

she forgot he has legilimency.

"i-"

"sshh.. i see you're not as innocent as the others think of you, yeah?" she gulped at his question, her face was flushed as the thick tension filling the room.

"no answer hm? tell me y/n, what is it that you want?" he rose up from his seat moving to stand beside her, looking down at her.

"tell me whats going on inside your dirty mind" he tilted her head to look up at him, his thumb running on her bottom lip making her shuddered.

"i- i want you, professor.." y/n said quietly not be able to look into his eyes much longer.

"want me? for what?"

"i want you burying yourself deep inside me, professor" she slapped her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened at what she just said.

"filthy little thing." draco chuckles lowly before moving down his hand and grabbed her throat.

"earn it." she nodded at him before her hands shakily unbuckled his belt and his trousers letting it falls down to his ankle making draco gripped her throat tighter.

she pulled down his boxers making him hissed when his semi hard cock hitting his lower abdomen.

she quickly wrapped her hands around his length and squeezes him tightly causing him to pull on her hair.

"dont play with me if you dont wanna face the consequences." she nodded before spitting on his cock stroking it with her hand making him groaned.

y/n wasted no time and pulled him all the way in her mouth moaning when his tip hit the back of her throat.

she starts to fucked him in and out of her mouth. her hand pumping on what she couldnt fit in her mouth.

she pulled out for a second to rest her jaw then she swirls her tongue on his slit making him groaned and bucked his hips. she gagged instantly when draco pushed his cock back in her mouth, tired of her teasing.

"you look so fucking filthy, y/n. sucking your professor's cock now, hm?" she let out a moan to answer him making him whimpered at the vibrations.

one of her hands gripping on the back of his thigh pushing him deeper down her throat as she continues sucking him. her other hand playing with his balls giving them attention too.

"fuck- gonna cum down your throat til you choked out, shit- y/n" he moaned out loud as he shoots his thick cum down her throat, y/n swallowed instantly moaning at the taste. some of it dripped down onto her chin but she quickly wipes it and cleans it.

"get up" she obeyed at his order, now facing her professor at the same level.

draco leaned into her face and capturing their lips together kissing her roughly as his hands roaming around her body.

"get on your desk." she immediately throw away all her things on her desk and get on top of it, like he asked.

"you're my good girl, dont you?" he asked as he stands in between her thighs, his cock rubbing her inner thigh making her clawed on the desk underneath her.

"yes prof-"

"its draco" she nodded as she starts to unbuttoning her shirt showing him her clothed breasts.

"yes draco, i'm your good girl" she said seductively and taking his hands in her guiding them to her breasts.

"please, touch me draco.." draco squeezes her breasts in his hands and snatches her bra off of her making her winced, now she was exposed in front of her professor.

"such a pretty tits, all mine?" he twirled her hard nipples in his fingers, pulling and pinching it making the owner hissed in pain.

"yes, all yours draco.." with that draco latched his mouth onto her left nipple as his hand playing with the other one.

"mmh.. yes draco.." she tugged at his blonde locks as he continues assaulting her puffy nipples.

draco plopped out her breasts of his mouth, her nipples now red and swollen.

he gives her a smirk and he pushed her skirt up to her stomach, taking off her panties placing it in his pocket.

"souvenirs." he grins cheekily at her confused face.

he suddenly inserts his fingers into her, stretching her out a little bit making her breath hitched.

his fingers pumping her faster and when he curls them inside she screams his name out loud.

her legs spasmed when she feels her high approaching her, she dug her nails on his shoulder deeper.

but before she could reach her high, he abruptly pulled out his fingers making her cried out as her aching cunt clenching around nothing.

he quickly shoved his fingers down her throat letting her tasting herself, he moaned when he sees her sucking on her fingers delicately.

pulling her hips closer to him and lining up his now hard cock again on her entrance.

"now be a big girl and lead me into you." y/n whines as a protest but she quickly grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her.

she wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips to get him deeper inside her and finally all of him was inside of her. they both throw their heads back in pleasure.

"you act so innocent yet here you are, burying my cock deep inside you." y/n moaned at his words starting to fuck herself on him.

"i'm not innocent draco, for you i'm not.. please just fuck me already" draco chuckles devilishly at her attempts to bounce on his cock.

"cant even fuck yourself properly, such a dumb girl" he gives in to her, snapping his hips forcing his cock hitting deeper inside her and starts to thrusting at steady pace.

"oh my god.. yes yes please feel so good.." she moans loudly, her body writhing on the desk. she propped herself on her elbows to support herself as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts.

"so fucking tight baby.. never felt this good before" draco praised as he pounding harder into her, he guides her hips with his hands to meet his thrusts making both of them moaning louder.

her eyes rolled back when his tip brushed her spot, he noticed and pounding into her spot over and over again making her seeing the stars.

"draco please.. i'm so close!" y/n wrapped her hands around his shoulder to pull him closer and kissing his lips to muffled her screams as the coil tightened in her stomach.

"cum on me, you- pathetic- little slut" draco snapped harder leaving no space between their bodies.

his hand slapping and pinching her clit making the girl squirmed letting the coil snapped through her body. her legs are shaking and her vision blurry.

her body burns when she realized she just cummed hard on her professor's cock, she looked down and see that her juices coating him. then looking up at him making eye contact.

"fuck- you're a mess, gonna cum inside your tight cunt, stuffing you up full with my fucking cum- holyshit-"

he came to a full stop with her name left his lips as he spilled all of his warm thick cum inside her, spraying all of it into her filling her up like he said.

draco stay inside her for a few minutes, both of them are still catching their breaths and he pulled out of her gently as he softened.

he looked at her flushed face before cupping her cheeks and reconnecting their lips again. the kiss lasted a minute before they pulled away to redressing themselves.

"i'll change your grade. but in all seriousness, study harder, baby" y/n melted at the nickname he gave her, pecking his lips one more time.

"of course, thank you professor" she shots him a wink before leaving the class, making him blushing madly.

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[youryanderedaddy]

The Fine Print

This is a 500 followers special, babes. I wanted to write something longer (and very self - indulgent lolz), so it took more time than usual. Thank you for all the support ^^ Hope you enjoy this ;)

Words: 6.6k

Sumarry: You are Jumin Han’s housekeeper, but he’s the one who keeps you in the house ;) 

tw: female reader, illness mention, abuse of power, jealousy, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, age gap, boss/employee, manupulation, imprisonment, kinda slow burn, financial manipulation, daddy issues?, slight generalization, victim blaming at the end

You were nervous, terribly so. Your palms were sweaty and sticky, as if you were playing with glue minutes ago, and your cheeks felt warm to the touch. Your eyes were still slightly red and puffy from all the crying you had done last night after your father had called to inform you that your mother was indeed sick. Sicker than you or anyone else had thought, in fact, and she needed treatment right now. It was either surgery, intense physical therapy or inevitable death. That’s why you had to do this despite being nothing more than an unqualified incompetent fresh out of high school 19-year old girl. You had to try.

You had seen the article with its enormous yellow title all across the first newspaper page – “C&R International’s CEO-in-line is looking for a housekeeper”, it said in big bold letters of pitch black ink. Then your tearful gaze had wondered bellow, skipping through the countless sentences explaining how Jumin Han (the infamous son of Chairman Han) was in urgent need of a home assistant, someone to look after his luxurious penthouse and keep his „family” in check, the latter only consisting of his beloved cat and his rich wine collection. Of course the provided sum at the end of the entry was ungodly with its intimidating six digits that caused a deep sigh to die on your parted lips, chaffed from the nervous biting and the cold winter air.

You weren’t sure what exactly made you think you were cut for the job, but whether it was the desperate part of you or the delusional one, it didn’t matter now that you were in front of his door, shaking with uncertainty and even a bit of anticipation. This was a stupid idea and you knew it but there was no going back now. You vaguely remembered a tiny unimportant section of the article noting that the young CEO preferred men to take care of his apartment, and you really hoped that your memory was playing silly tricks on you. There was only one way to find out. You knocked on that heavy metal door and waited in absolute silence, the only sound one could recognize was your rapid heartbeat. You gulped loudly as the seconds went by – one, two, three, four…

And then you came face to face with Jumin Han. His hair was black and straight, yet there were playful waves towards the ends of his raven locks. His eyes were soft gray, such a contrast to the sharpness of their shape and the stern intensity of the man’s gaze. The businessman wore a formal suit and a purple handkerchief on his left side, close to his heart. His dark leather shoes were pointing right at you. He towered over you in all his glory, but the expression on his pale face only showed a little more than annoyance and boredom. Everything about the wealthy man was overwhelming to you, and he didn’t seem to care at all. In fact he seemed slightly amused at you, so wide-eyed and terrified to even open your mouth and produce a proper sound. After a few long minutes of awkward silence Jumin decided it was time to break it – not because of the way your cheeks seemed to be heating up by the second (he actually found himself enjoying that), but because he was about to be late for a meeting if you didn’t move away soon.

“What do you need, Miss?” The man spoke out suddenly, forcing you out of your racing thoughts with his low professional voice. You managed to take a deep breath and look him in the eyes, trying your very best to look humble and modest while remaining as small as possible – the last thing you wanted was to irritate the millionaire further after you had just dazed off after knocking on his door. “Khem.” You cleared your throat and fixed your skirt a bit to distract yourself from the panic currently choking you. “Hello, Mr Han.” You started off, avoiding the businessman’s merciless stare deep into your soul and focusing on his forehead. “I am here from the ad. You are in need of a housekeeper, it seems.” You continued slowly and brought your hands together. “That’s why I am here today. I would like to work with you.” You added at the end with a tiny smile on your lips. “Charisma, don’t betray me now!” You screamed mentally and exhaled all the tension accumulated in your body.

The millionaire spared you one condescending look before shaking his head. “No.” He replied in a heartbeat, no trace of emotion in his tone. Your whole body froze while your mind struggled to comprehend the harsh rejection. It was funny how one word could ruin a life and you might have laughed if you didn’t feel like crying. “You are free to go now.” The man stated dryly after you refused to move out of his way. Little did he know you wouldn’t be able to even if you tried, for the disappointment was too great.

“Sir, please give me a chance.” You uttered weakly and raised your head pleadingly only to be met with his cold, distant gaze. “If you hire me I will do anything to make sure your house feels like a real home.” You promised him desperately, saying the first thing on your mind. The last word seemed to catch the man’s attention the way light attracts a moth, and his deadly eyes lit up and softened just for a brief moment before he came back to his senses, frowning. Yet there was something else behind his scowl now, perhaps a hint of intrigue?

“You are still a kid. I can’t see how you could be of any help.” The heir remarked cheerfully, having regained his composure. The teasing smirk adorning his lips was able to make you feel at ease and alarm you at the same time, and you weren’t sure why. “I am nineteen, Sir.” You uttered, hopeful, then proceeded with introducing yourself further. “I have taken care of three younger siblings. I know a thing or two about fixing messes and taking care of small feisty beasts.” You joked and he laughed for the first time since you saw him. His laugh was dry and short – lived like his speech but it somehow managed to calm you down.

The CEO-in-line looked you up and down, cracking a smile that was all challenge and no warmth – but you were ready to take it. You would do anything for your family, and if that meant falling on your knees in front of a cold – hearted corporate bastard, so be it.

“My cat Elizabeth the 3rd is the most elegant civilized creature on this planet. She is far from a beast.” Jumin commented, his voice deep and scolding despite the attempt at humor beneath, then you nodded in return. “I believe the two of you would get along just fine.” The heir noted casually and handed you a pair of shiny silver keys. They dangled like bells, so very light in your palm you were afraid any sudden movement could break them. “You will start tomorrow at seven. Don’t be late.” The millionaire insisted before giving you a sign to move out of his way. And then just like that he was gone. You couldn’t ask him whether there would be an uniform required or what type of cleaning tools you needed to bring. Perhaps these were questions which answers you needed to find yourself.

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Jumin knew girls like you the way he knew the insides of his office in the company – he had seen enough girls hanging onto his father’s sleeve like nothing more than new expensive accessories. You were always young and pretty, painfully so, with your long black skirts and tight white shirts, buttoned all the way up. You didn’t wear much makeup, just enough to make each and every man turn after you just to catch a sight of your scarlet lips or pink apple cheeks. Girls like you were usually shy at first, acting oh-so-innocent just to tug at their admirer’s heartstrings, but quickly became self – centered and greedy once they were sure of their ultimate affection. The heir hated women like you, but deep down he feared them too for he was scared of falling in love just to play the fool in the end. He wondered how much time it would take you to start making moves on him just like all the other girls did before you.

And yet the millionaire couldn’t help but admit something about you seemed very, very different than what he was used to. You intrigued him, in a way.

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You couldn’t sleep well that night, constantly tossing and turning in your bed, too restless and anxious for the big day ahead. From time to time you looked at the old alarm - clock by the drawer, trying hard to focus on the red numbers it showed and counting the minutes until the tiny arrow hit five. You couldn’t wait anymore so you kicked the sheets off your warm body, dragged yourself to the shower and let your tense muscles relax under the hot water. Afterwards you spent half an hour looking for your favorite dress, but it was all worth it in the end – it made you look presentable, professional even. You picked a pair of high heels to match the formal outfit and waited patiently until it was time to go.

When you arrived at the penthouse your boss was already dressed in the hallway, standing still while staring at his watch. Some dark mean part of him wanted you to be late so he would have a reason to scold you and reduce you to the silly little girl he believed you were, but this wasn’t the case. Surprisingly, you were exactly on time, wearing a big warm smile and a pretty flowery dress reaching your knees. The heir couldn’t pass the opportunity to comment on your oblivious choice of clothing.

“This aren’t exactly working clothes, Miss Y/N.” He noted dryly, the words bitter on his tongue like medicine. You fidgeted uncomfortably and your expression soured but you remained quiet – there was little you could say in response without angering your boss, which was the last thing you wanted to do on your first day. Instead you took out a pair of yellow elastic gloves from your bag and put them on, inhaling deeply. It was going to be a long day.

“Can you please give me some instructions for today, Mr Han?” You asked the man politely, offering him a look you hoped was full of excitement and impatience to start slaving right away. “You should clean the hall, the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, the guest room and all the terraces.” The businessman replied shortly after as he gestured towards the corridor leading to some of the mentioned rooms and you had to stop yourself from whispering sharply “So the whole penthouse it is, then.” But he was not finished yet. “After that you need to feed Elizabeth the 3rd and groom her. Gently.” The wealthy heir added, focusing greatly on the last part. “If I come back and find even one pile of her beautiful white fur on my ceramic tiles I will fire you on the spot.” Your boss threatened bluntly, staring deep into your eyes as if he was trying to burn a hole into your skull. You swallowed nervously all the while nodding manically. It was ridiculous – your position depended on a cat.

“If something happens you can always call security. They are at your disposal.” The man mentioned briefly and fixed the golden button of his black coat that probably cost more than your life. “You will receive your pay at the end of the month.” Jumin remarked coldly, then his lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “If you last that long, that is.” He made sure to remind you just how non - existent his trust in you was. You really needed to do your best today, which meant there was absolutely no time for slacking off and chitchat. “I understand, Sir. I will get to it.” You bowed your head to show respect to your superior and stole a glance at his large frame. He was looking at you too, dumbfounded by your calm demeanor when faced with his verbal attacks. “I wish you a peaceful day at work, Mr Han.” You said lastly before turning on your heel and heading for the kitchen with a wet towel in hand. Jumin stared at your back for a while until you entered the room and he lost your silhouette. Maybe this time things would be different, he thought as he took his leave as well.  

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You had underestimated the job. Perhaps cleaning an entire house by oneself wasn’t as easy in practice as it was in theory, but you were still determined to do it before five pm. You had to make a good impression on your boss so he would keep you around long enough to receive your monthly paycheck, which alone was enough to pay for all of your mother’s hospital bills. So you wiped the dust off the shelves, cleaned and mopped the floors until you could see your own reflection, reorganized the books and clothes by color, polished the wooden tables and vacuumed everywhere. At the end you were sweaty and tired, your dress a total mess (Jumin was right about it being improper for the job, unfortunately), your hands were puffy and red, and your legs – swollen and heavy. But at the end the penthouse was sparkling from the colorful ceramic tiles to the heavy crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. Everything looked perfect and it was only little past five.

You quickly fed Elizabeth the 3rd with the ridiculously expensive cat food Jumin had left and groomed her hair, using light feather touch. You had to admit that the kitty was cute and quite obedient, and so putty in your hands once you stroked her belly and scratched her behind the ears. You liked the way the soft fur felt on your hands, it was really calming and almost made you forget about your initial plan to surprise your boss with a dinner.

You didn’t lose more time in daydreams, and swept away all of the hair on the floor instead. Afterwards you moved onto preparing the products for the meal you wanted to make – nothing fancy, of course, just enough to show your gratitude towards Mr Han, who despite acting rude and distrustful, still gave you a chance to prove yourself. You decided to go with the classic baked potatoes with basil and soft chicken fillet combined with a glass of cold red wine. Much to your pride as a chef the dish turned out great and you couldn’t help stealing a few bites of the garnish before carefully setting it on the silver plate. Once you were sure that your boss would be satisfied with the cooking, the arrangement of the food and the set table you finally let yourself rest on the couch, Ellizabeth curled on your lap like a warm soft pillow.

The hall drowned in comfortable silence until you heard someone unlocking the door, followed with their heavy footsteps echoing through the long corridor. You held your breath, counting the seconds before Jumin entered the room, then exhaled slowly. It was time for showdown.

The businessman looked at you for a moment too long, then his gaze lowered to the mewing little furball snuggled tightly against your stomach. His eyes widened in shock which he tried to cover but to no avail. “The hall looks spotless and Elizabeth seems to like you, Miss Y/N.” The man stated more in accusation rather than relief, his thin lips pursed together. His hair was slightly ruffled from the winter wind but still perfect none the less. “It’s imperative that you tend to her every need.” The heir started off, but something in the air caught his attention and his eyes narrowed in puzzlement. “What is this smell?” He paused to glance at you, to which you simply pointed at the laid table across the plasma TV. Now the millionaire seemed even more baffled than before. “Did you cook this?” The man asked softly, the note of surprise thick in his smooth deep voice. You nodded carefully, standing up to head towards the table just to be taken aback by his next statement. “I already ate at work. I didn’t expect you to cook us dinner.” Jumin said quietly, a hint of guilt apparent in his gaze as he cleared his throat with an awkward cough.

He moved closer to you, so close that you could distinguish the different shades of gray and black in his eyes. “No one has ever done that before.” The man muttered under his breath, then focused on you again. “Tomorrow I will make sure to come home earlier and dine together with you.” The heir promised, cracking a tiny smile. “You are free to go now.” He announced at last as he sat on the couch and pulled the white kitty into his lap. You sighed, partly disappointed, partly relieved to go home and relax after the exhausting day. “Goodbye, Sir.” You spoke out and grabbed the silver doorknob, ready to leave. “Please, call me Jumin.” The man responded warmly as he watched you turn away.

Maybe Mr Han wasn’t so bad after all, but now he seemingly expected you to cook him dinner every day. Oh well, it was a small price to pay to insure your mother’s wellbeing. You could manage.

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Being Jumin’s housekeeper came with its flaws and benefits. On one hand you were permanently stressed out by the bodyguards checking in at any given moment and the tabloids following you around whether you needed to step outside. Even if you decided to ignore the outsiders complicating your work, you still needed to do your very best each and every day to secure your position – the heir was used to absolute perfection in the company and he expected the same level of dedication when it came to his own house. There were times when you would miss a spot while cleaning the floors or forget to buy groceries, just make a small mistake, and receive a long lecture from the CEO-in-line. In those dreadful moments you felt like a child again, red – faced and squirming before someone far superior and more experienced than you would ever be. The first time this happened you expected to be fired – you even packed your stuff and waited at the door just to be met with a pair of angry eyes and a few stern words. Of course with time you learnt how to do better but you never forgot the initial panic.

There were also times when you liked your job – a lot. When you first received the fat check with all these majestic numbers written on the paper with blue ink you were simply ecstatic, and basically ran to the hospital your mother was staying in. But it wasn’t just the money. Sometimes your boss was really kind, whenever he wasn’t too tired to speak and too tense not to argue. Jumin told you stories about the company and his employees, about the market and all the little quirks of the industry he was so fascinated by. You learnt that he loved cats dearly, as well as reading and gardening. You also learnt that he could laugh and smile freely just like everybody else when given the chance to relax and be himself. More often than not you thought him to be more than just your boss – perhaps a friend or even a mentor with how persistent he was with giving you life and health advice. And you couldn’t help but notice just how much happier the man seemed since you started working for him. People used to say that all it took for a house to become a home was a gentle touch and you were starting to believe it.

It was three months into the arrangement that Jumin asked you to stay after dinner for he had something important to tell you. You quickly grew tense and nervous – the heir had never wanted to speak with you formally before so it could mean only one of two things, either a promotion (yeah, right) or a dismissal was ahead of you. Your stomach was clutching the entire time and you barely touched your food while the businessman enjoyed his meal, completely unbothered by the anxiety eating you away. Finally he raised his white handkerchief to clean his mouth and stared at you. You forgot how to breath for a moment.

“Your cooking skills always amaze me.” The director broke the silence and smiled at you, the warmth not reaching his eyes. You forced yourself to meet his eyes out of respect, despite the suffocating panic stuck in your throat. If he likes your cooking he wouldn’t just fire you, right? Right? “I really enjoyed today’s dinner.” The man added quickly and put his hands together as if he was confessing his sins. “But now onto the serious questions.” His tone turned stern and professional, distant. Here it was – the moment where he would dismiss you, leaving you with no way to support your family trough the painful tragedy. “I’m just going to say it.” The millionaire stated after a long pause as he took a deep breath, and so did you. “I want you move in here. Your pay will be doubled and I will cover all your living expenses.” He reeled off, pulling the bandage swiftly off your red injured skin. You stayed still, completely at a loss of words. You didn’t expect this at all.

“I was selected to lead an international project and I would have to work overtime until it’s finished, which would probably take several months.” The heir continued before you had the chance to disrupt him and bombard him with questions. “I won’t have time to take care of Elizabeth the 3rd and there will be some days when I won’t be able to come home at all.” The man inhaled deeply, his voice flat and monotone yet you could hear the dread and frustration hidden beneath. No one wanted to deal with so much work but as the executive director of the company Mr Han had no other choice than to take the position offered. “That’s why I need you to stay here all the time, Y/N. I trust you and I know you can take care of my house. And of Elizabeth too.” He admitted honestly, speaking from the bottom of his heart. You felt touched, almost moved from the proposition. “I would be honored, Sir.” You replied shortly after, making sure to smile sweetly, still using the respectful title even when the businessman had asked you time and time again to call him by his first name. Perhaps it was time to start doing that, as much as you would hate to blur the lines of professionalism.

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Jumin liked you, he really did. You were different from the other women (and men, too), who had come and gone for one reason or another. Some he had caught stealing from the penthouse, others had tried to flirt with his father as soon as he stepped on the threshold of his home. All of them had failed at the most basic human decencies, but not you – never you. You were always kind and sweet without making the businessman feel the slightest bit of discomfort like he used to when the past housekeepers tried to strike a conversation or a small talk. You never touched him without permission and you spoke to his dad with respectful yet professional tone. You rarely indulged the CEO in his pathetic attempts at flirting, instead choosing to smile and make yourself busy while the old man found someone else to bother. You were perfect, and that’s exactly why he asked you to move in with him. Maybe his motives were a tad bit different that what he had let on but you didn’t need to know that yet. As long as you continued to behave properly the man was content. But of course his happiness didn’t last too long.

The future CEO remembered that evening crystal clear. He had come home rather early, his legs tired and his right hand numb from all the hours of writing and editing spent on the project. The man was exhausted and knew that, logically, the smartest option would be to go straight to bed, but some lonely and forgotten part of him earned to see you just for a few minutes, to immerse in your beautiful expressive eyes, the window to your small world, and to take in every wonderful word falling from your lips like honey. That’s why he had left the office this early in the evening – your boss couldn’t bear another second without your lovely company.

So he rang the ring and waited patiently, already imagining you opening the door in a loose t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts with your hair in a ponytail or even better – shattered all over your shoulders. Although the heir never admitted it, he liked all your fancy skirts and colorful blouses that embraced your perfect curves, but he loved your domestic fits even more since it gave him the illusion that you were his girlfriend, greeting him in her cute little pajamas before dragging him to the bedroom.

This time things were different. Jumin rang several times and even knocked on the door, then finally decided to check if it’s unlocked – and it was. You had either left it that way or someone had come in, both of the possibilities making the millionaire anxious. Still the businessman tried to calm down and entered the penthouse silently, keeping his cool even when he wanted to call out your name, together with a command to “come here right now”. And there you were at the center of the hall, at the center of the attention in that stupid tight dress in the color of cherries and blood and everything unholy. Your lips were red, scarlet even. You were laughing with someone, smiling wide, giggling like a damn schoolgirl, gesturing your delicate hands around like two arrows of a clock, and Jumin could see everything from his spot in the dark corridor. It took him only a couple of hushed steps to catch a glimpse of who the object of your joy was. It was none other than his own father, obviously, he really shouldn’t have expected it to be anyone else – not that the future CEO would be any less jealous of another man, but it certainly would have hurt less.

Good thing his dad was just about to leave. Good thing the old man abandoned any hope of a conversation when his son told him off with the excuse of tiredness and fatigue. Good thing his hands weren’t shaking enough to prevent him from locking the door twice thus trapping his pretty defenseless housekeeper all on her own with the demons of his broken heart.

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You could feel the abrupt change in the atmosphere when your boss entered the room. He seemed uncharacteristically angry, perhaps the right word was furious, and you had no idea why. You knew that the director’s work was stressful but you had never seen him so enraged before. He came towards you and you took a step back instinctively. You weren’t scared of Jumin, of course, obviously he would never hurt you, but there was something dark and dangerous in his gaze just screaming at you to get away. Well, it’s not like you could just leave and hide in the guest room since that would be completely unprofessional and worst of all, cowardly, but you still kept your distance until your back hit the wall, which turned out a huge mistake because soon the heir was towering above you like a statue of porcelain and wrath. There was no trace of the usual soft gray color in his eyes, now they were pitch black like the winter sky.

“Was it fun, Y/N?” The millionaire asked as his right hand hit the wall behind you, cornering you between the concrete and his motionless body. You stilled immediately, shaking from the sudden movement. “Was it fun to go behind my back and take advantage of my stupid father like everyone else before you did?” The heir spat with poison, the words sour on his tongue. You opened your mouth to deny the ridiculous accusations but Jumin lowered his head against your neck, successfully silencing you. “You are my housekeeper.” The man whispered in your ear, the anger still apparent in his voice, stinging and burning in his throat, but now hidden by something else you couldn’t recognize. Something sinister. “You work for me.” He paused to rub his nose against your bristled skin, breathing in your sweet aroma and silently hoping you wouldn’t notice. “I legally own you.” The businessman added just to taunt you, the harsh reminder of your hopeless situation causing your eyes to tear up. You blinked a few times to stop the fat shameful tears and inhaled sharply – you felt like the oxygen wasn’t reaching your brain fast enough for you not to suffocate. Finally you managed to regain some level of consciousness and pushed the man far away with all your strength.

“This is a misunderstanding, Sir!” You screamed, your voice coming off as shaky and high – pitched, though that was hardly your fault. The heir blatantly stared at you in response, his predatory gaze stripping away what little was left of your pride. “I only talked to your father because I wanted to ask him about your favorite brand of wine.” You uttered weakly, too offended by Jumin’s humiliating accusations to look up and face him. Your sides were burning with embarrassment even though you knew you didn’t have a reason to feel that way – it was your boss who should have felt ashamed by his rash conclusions and absurd behavior. “I… I wanted to buy you a gift to show you my gratitude. Since you gave me this job and all.” You admitted softly while playing with your fingers. Now your whole plan seemed stupid, it had completely lost its meaning because of the way the businessman had treated you. Like a possession, simply a puppet to be controlled and dragged around. You should have known that all rich men were the same controlling bastards who never saw their employees as people. But at the end of the day you still needed the job, desperately so, maybe even more than before, because you mom was finally getting better and you didn’t have it in you to cut off her only life support. So swallowing the tears and the insults still fresh in your memory, you bowed your head.

“I am sorry that my actions made you angry, Jumin.” You muttered and gulped through all the bitter comments stuck on the tip of your tongue, then finally raised your head. The heir was glancing at you, his limbs just hanging awkwardly around his body as his eyes filled with guilt and regret. Serves him right, you thought. “I really didn’t mean to upset you.” You assured him, faking sorrow the best way you could. “I didn’t know you had such… issues with your former home assistants.” You remarked as you watched the man take a deep breath and take a step back from the corner, creating a safe distance between the two of you.

“No, Y/N, you did nothing wrong. Please forgive me.” The millionaire begged you after his initial silent shock. His eyes were open wide and his lower lip was trembling slightly, which almost gave him an honest apologetic look. You almost fell for it too, then you remembered the way he had touched you while he had you pinned against his body, and you felt sick again. “I made a terrible assumption. I assure you it will never happen again.” The man promised, hoping whole – heartedly that you would believe him. You nodded slowly and stared at the floor. “It’s just that… Well, the last housekeeper was dismissed because of an affair with my father. I guess it made me paranoid.” He chuckled darkly and fixed his tie to shake off the uncomfortable feeling in his guts. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Once again, I’m really sorry.” Your boss repeated like a mantra and you wondered whether he actually meant any of the apologies.

“It’s fine.” You replied at last, desperate to get to bed as soon as possible and dream this terrible night away, yet the conversation seemed endless. “I understand.” You added, shrugging your shoulders in a light manner. The millionaire offered you a tired smile.

“You always do.” He whispered.

--

After the incident things could never be the same. Jumin became sickly – sweet to you, constantly trying to compensate his past actions by giving you gifts and raising your pay, which, while very distasteful, greatly helped your end – goal. You found yourself with enough money to cover your mom’s monthly hospital bills, and you even managed to save up a few bucks. You wondered whether you would ever be able to do something you truly love and enjoy. You had always dreamed of going to university so you often ended up fantasizing about leaving your job and pursuing higher education. Right now this was impossible as the penthouse had turned into a prison rather than a safe space for you. Mr Han rarely let you go outside like he used to – now he simply asked one of his many bodyguards to deal with the tasks downtown. He claimed that he only wanted to protect you from his dad and the tabloids but with each passing day you believed him less and less. It just didn’t make sense.

You still acted the same way towards your boss, you had dinner together and chatted from time to time, often, always. The businessman seemed to want to learn every little thing about you, from your favorite color to your biggest dreams in life. All of a sudden the future CEO was showering you in compliments, be it your working skills, your dedication, your intelligence or even the clothes he used to hate on so much. You couldn’t stand it anymore. It was driving you insane – the cold affections, the isolation, the routine, all of it.

Fortunately, rescue came soon in the form of a phone call. It was from your mother’s main doctor who told you that enough money had been transferred in order to buy foreign equipment necessary for the life – saving surgery your mom needed to survive the next few years. Upon hearing this you felt overwhelmed, but still so happy you couldn’t contain your tears. You would finally be able to go home and visit your family, start college or even just enjoy life as an young adult without limitations and restrictions at every turn. You couldn’t wait a second longer so you packed your stuff that very morning. “Goodbye, Elly” you muttered as you squeezed the tiny furball for the last time, hugging it tight against your chest. It was the only creature from this hellhole you were actually going to miss.

Your boss was home at exactly 7 pm, smiling warmly as you set the table and made sure to light some scented candles to ease the atmosphere – this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation, but it had to be done sooner or later.

“Jumin, I want to quit.” You started off carefully as you met Jumin’s soft adoring gaze. Well, not so adoring anymore now that your words sank in properly. “And why is that?” The businessman replied in a heartbeat, trying desperately (and failing miserably) to sound casual, unbothered. “Are you unsatisfied by the pay? Because I can always rai-.” The director stated blatantly, his voice as flat as it was the first time you met him. “No.” You cut him off before he had a chance to finish his sentence. “Then what is the problem? Tell me, Y/N.” The heir demanded, slowly getting impatient. It was already hard to remain calm in your company when you looked at him with those big puppy eyes and that cheerful grin of yours, but he would take it any day over this nonsense about leaving him.

“I want to go to university, to study and travel around the world. I am still young and inexperienced but I’m sure I will be able to find a new job in my field in no time.” You declared confidently despite your mental alarms going off, signaling for the danger ahead. Jumin studied you for a moment, then sighed in frustration, whispering something you couldn’t quite catch.

“I really didn’t want to do this, darling.” The future CEO responded in a cold, distant way, still making sure to put focus on the last word. Darling. Why would he say that? “Your mother… she is in the Central Hospital, right?” He asked out of the blue, a devilish flame dancing in his dark orbs. You felt your heart sink to your stomach and once again you couldn’t breath or speak properly, so you simply nodded like a mutt. “Her next surgery seems to be very important, doesn’t it?” His voice cut right through your heart like an arrow soaked in poison. “How do you know about that?” You uttered once you found the strength to. You had never seen your boss with such a frightening expression on his face. “It doesn’t matter.” Jumin paused to stand up and slam his hands on the table, the rich red wine spilling all over the expensive fabric of the cover. “It would be a pity if the doctor happened to decline the surgery all of a sudden, don’t you think?” He observed mockingly, moving closer to you, causing you to squirm uncomfortably in your seat and try to take as little space as possible.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You muttered as your whole body trembled in shock and disgust. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening right now. “Trust me, I will.” The heir replied shortly after, tilting your chin up so you would meet his gaze, full of desire, lust and pure spite. “You know that I am madly in love with you.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath spreading onto the sensitive skin of your neck. “You have always known, my little temptress.” The businessman placed a soft wet kiss down your throat and cold shivers ran down your spine. You were afraid to move an inch. “And you know that I wouldn’t stop at anything to have you.” He continued haunting you as he showered you in his twisted affection. “So let’s just stop pretending, shall we, darling?” The man offered as he sank his teeth deep into your warm flesh.

Perhaps you had been deluding yourself far too long. And maybe, just maybe, this play - pretend had consumed you just as much as it had destroyed him. You had ignored the signs. You had lied to yourself.

This was the fate you chose.

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Pairings: Haechan x Reader

Words: 2K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), SMUT, male receiving

Synopsis:

gamer boyfriend drabble

hyuck asks you for a little late night favor in return for what you want, any time, anywhere. you take this to your advantage to have a little fun while he’s gaming. 

smut is after the keep reading

You felt your boyfriend grip your hips and drag you closer to him. Your eyes lifted slowly, barely peeking under the heavy lids, but you were met with darkness. Only the soft glow of the analog clock let you know that it was four in the morning.

“Hyuck, stop it.” You mumbled out, fidgeting away from him. But he held his grip, and held you taut against his chest, forcing you to still.

He whined in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You pushed your face into your pillow trying to find the sleep that was now slipping away.

But Haechan was relentless. His hips ground against your ass, desperately trying to seek relief. He was hard against your backside, and you felt his soft pants fall on your ears.

“Stop it.” You half heartedly push him away, just swatting at his hands. “I need to sleep, you know I’ve got a big test tomorrow.” Well tomorrow being today, but you were too tired to care.

He ignored your words, landing soft whispers of kisses on your neck, finding your tender spot. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh at the feeling, but as soon as they came they were gone. 

His lips didn’t leave your skin for a moment, however, they became ravenous. He left wet open mouthed kisses along your neck, using his fingers to pull down your shirt for access to your collarbone. You involuntarily complied, stretching your neck for easier access. 

His lower half didn’t slow at the new movement, still pushing roughly against you.

Although you shook your head, you couldn’t seem to say the words you needed to.

“Please.” He moans into your ear, legs tangling in your own. “I can’t stand it any more.”

You huffed, reluctantly pulling away from him, but his arms locked tightly around you.

“I tried to hold myself back, I really did. But I can’t.” He leaned in to lick a stripe on your neck, stopping only to softly tug on your ear between his teeth.

“Please, let me fuck you.” He practically begs you, hands traveling along your body. 

“Hyuck. It’s four in the morning.” You tried to reason with him, words still slurred from sleep.

“I’ll let you do it to me any time, anywhere.” He promised, trying to entice you into giving him his way.

You scoff at the proposition. “You always want to fuck though, how does that help me?”

He didn’t have an argument, instead opting for silence, and a couple more kisses creeping dangerously towards your breasts. 

“Fine, but a deal’s a deal. Don’t think I’ll forget.” You mumble in defeat, to which his body immediately responds. 

You found yourself pantiless in seconds, his hand trancing down your navel to reach your mound. His fingers got busy, dancing over your clit in order to get you ready. You didn’t have much time to focus on that, as he leaned over and brought your mouth against his, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth when you gasped at the contact.

He dipped the tip of his middle finger into your folds, slowly rubbing the walls of your hole, already dripping with anticipation. He forwent his usual cocky comment about you being wet for him so fast, and instead chose to line himself up. 

His pants had disappeared sometime between getting you ready and the intense make out session. He gripped his hand around your inner thigh, pulling it up to give him better access, and throwing it over his leg. 

Slowly he sank into your pussy, your walls stretching at the girth of his cock. You moaned at the feeling, making him grip your waist, proud at your reaction. You rolled your head back, against his chest as he bottomed out. Just seconds later he began to speed up, thrusting deep inside you. You weren’t used to this angle, and it had you feeling him in places you had never had him before. 

His hands continued wandering, gripping any part of your skin that he could, ultimately landing on your breast, which he so deeply loved. He tweaked a hardened nub, causing you to tighten your stomach in response.

His pants began to quicken at the way you clenched around him moaning deliciously in your ear.

“Fucking hell, do that again would you?”

You complied, not even thinking twice about the request. At the second feeling of your core tightening around his length, his hips stuttered.

“Shit, I’m close.” He moaned out, and you marveled at the sound.

He let go of your breast and chose to find your clit once again. He began rubbing you off, trying to get you to your high at the same time as him.

“Shit. Hyuck, I’m getting close.” You panted, gasping at the familiar churning in your stomach. 

“Alright baby, just a little more.” He begged, increasing his speed in both his hips and his fingers. “Come with me.”

You let go of the tension that was building up, and Haechan muffled your moans with open mouthed kisses.

After you both came down from your highs, the dark room was left with slowing pants and the soft glow of the clock.

Heachan slipped out of you crawling out of bed to grab a wet rag. When he returned, he patted you down the best he could and turned you to face him, pulling you snug against him.

“Thank you.” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. 

But you were already consumed by sleep.

You were laying on your boyfriend’s bed bored out of your mind. For the past forty-five minutes he had told you that ‘this was the last game’. 

All attempts of getting his attention were utter failures, as they often were when trying to pull him away from his precious game.

You rolled onto your side, staring at the back of his head in frustration, when you were hit by the sudden realization of how to get his attention. 

You decided that this was the time to take him up on his offer. Although you enjoyed that mid-night pleasure, it was time for you to take revenge on him.  

And you were almost certain that he would enjoy this as much as you would.

For a few moments you simply stood behind his gaming chair, hands gripping slightly on the soft material of the chair. You leaned down and left a small trail of kisses on his neck, rubbing your hands up and down his chest from behind.

For a moment he looked startled at your sudden show of affection, but he quickly pushed it away. “Not right now, give me ten minutes baby.”

You smirked to yourself, already having predicted his response. With your lips inches from his ear you whispered as tantalizing as you could, “Did you forget your little promise?”

He pauses, fingers tensed over his mouse while staring at the screen. You noticed the way that he gulped slightly, and his eyes shook, but you took the lack of protest as his silent agreement.

You snuck under his arms, choosing to straddle him with your arms wrapped around his neck. You were kind enough to move your head out of the way, letting him still have a clear view of his screen. Instead you continued with the kisses, which became louder and more erotic as you worked your way towards his sweet spot under his ear. 

Your head was so close to his headphones that you could hear the faint gunshots and the yells of his teammates, and you decided that you would make it your mission to give them a little show.

Your kisses got even sloppier and louder, the sucking noises became more lewd. Haechan had the decency to switch it onto mute for a moment and pulled away the best he could to give you a look, to which you returned with your own. 

‘A deal’s a deal.’ You mouthed tauntingly at him. You admired the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, then smiled proudly at the newly formed marks that adorned his neck. You softly traced a hickey with your finger with delight.

But that wasn’t enough, you ground yourself into his lap, causing him to let out an unwilling moan. You continued this as you connected your lips with him, sucking him into a very deep make out session, while he was still very desperately trying to keep up with his game.

You bit his lip, asking for entrance, and to your surprise he immediately abided. You laced your fingers into his already messy hair, gripping tightly at the roots. He loved the way you would tug at it, and it never failed to elicit moans from him, this time was no different. You pulled back for air, staring at his now swollen and puffy lips, that made them more irresistible than normal.

Before you could return to them you hear the loud shouts from his headphones. You found it difficult not to giggle at the way his teammates were yelling at him. He wasn’t one to back down easily, defending himself at the accusations that his gaming skills were in fact trash.

But just because you were pleased with the reaction didn’t mean that you were satisfied. You scooted back slightly, revealing the now very hard member that you were steadily grinding on moments ago. It was quite easy to slip his member out of his pants, almost as if it was trying to escape. You pumped him a couple of times, and he hissed at the sudden contact. You slid off his lap, kneeling in front of him, pushing his knees away so you could be situated between his legs.

You licked a long stripe up his dick, leaving a kitten lick at his sensitive tip. His hips lifted at the sensation, but you pushed them back down. A few more times you teased him, before you wrapped your lips around his member, going as deep as you could. You continued to bob your head, occasionally adding a soft hum which had him jolting at the vibrations.

The lewd sounds were getting louder and faster, but his grunts and moans soon took over the room. You gave one last push, deep throating him so that your nose was unbelievably close to his abdomen. At this he let go of his mouse and tangled his hands in your hair, holding you in that position as long as he could.

“Fuck.” He choked out, moaning at the feeling. “Shit Y/N you’re so deep.”

You pulled back with a pop, wiping the saliva off your chin. You stood, shimmying your pants and panties off, giving yourself a quick rub, which was unnecessary because you were so turned on from the whole situation you didn’t need to be any wetter. 

He winced at the loud yell from his headphones, no doubt his teammates complaining about his now dead player, and the fact that he hadn’t muted himself again.

“For fuck’s sake Haechan, can you fuck your girl some other time? Or at least mute the goddamn thing!”

“Shut up your just pissed cause I have a girlfriend to fuck!” He shouted back, tugging the headphones off and tossing them aside. 

You grinned, sinking yourself onto you hard on. You sighed at the feeling of being full as he failed to constrain himself. You didn’t have the chance to ride him the way you had planned as his hands grabbed your ass, thrusting up into you aggressively. 

He latched his mouth on to your neck, returning the favor of the many hickeys you had just left on his. You threw your head back, bouncing incredibly fast on his lap, the quick motions had you grunting at the impact.

You struggled to regain your breath as he continued to ram up into you, going deeper than you thought was possible in this position. He quickened his pace, as the both of your reached your highs, cumming together at the feeling.

You sat still on his twitching cock, the feeling of his cum trying to escape sent butterflies in your stomach. You sighed into his neck, regaining your breath in this comfortable position.

“Fuck we should do this more often.” He mumbled out.

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[silverdelirium]

this is kind of a mix of eras butttt if you’re comfortable, can you please write a draco and tom threesome?

GUESS | D.M X T.R

warnings: threesome, oral sex, blindfold and handcuffs included, light degrading

———

they were watching you.

watching you like a hunt watches its prey.

they analyzed your every move, the way your hips swayed to the beat, how your friends would sometimes join, but they payed no mind to them, their focus was on you.

draco and tom shared a look through the flashing lights, one that said; whoever gets there first, has her.

they both speed-walked towards you, almost knocking out the sweaty bodies of random people, their complaints blurred with the music, making the males oblivious to their wrath.

you gave a small look up when two bodies approached you, towering you.

“oh- hi draco, hi tom” you greeted, their figures clear considering you barely drank anything. tom gave you a small smirk, running his eyes down your body shamelessly.

draco narrowed his eyes at him but still gave you a polite smile. you observed how they both opened their mouths at the same time.

“would you like to dance?” they chanted together, throwing scowls at each other once they finished.

you stood there with a puzzled and shocked look on your face, amazed at the fact that two of the most attractive slytherins in the school just offered you a dance.

if i had to pick one, which one would i choose? you debated in your thoughts, never really prepared for this type of successions.

both.

their bickering got cut off by a small clear of your throat, signaling that you wanted to talk, tom’s and draco’s head snapped to your figure and they immediately shut up.

“do i really have to choose? or can i take both?” you suggested, tone different than the one you had saluted them with before.

they seemed to catch up on it; and this time, instead of glaring at each other, they both made eye contact with smug smirks adorning their features.

“and wouldn’t you like that, princess?” drawled tom in a teasing manner, hand reaching up to move a strand of hair behind your ear, which were burning hot at the action.

draco snickered and got behind you whilst tom’s palm stayed on your cheek, irises calculating your every move, including your harsh swallow.

the blonde’s hands roamed your waist, giving your hips a light squeeze and hissing lowly when your bum pressed on his hard-on.

he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “my dorm or his, beautiful?” watching as you shivered but still mantained eye contact with tom, who was intently staring as the conversation flowed.

“whichever” was your eager reply not even a second later.

tom gave a small chuckle and shook his head lightly, yet still gave draco an inquiring raise of brows. you assumed draco nodded, since he took your hand and dragged you all the way up to the stairs, tom behind you as you entered his dorm.

there wasn’t even time to appreciate the room, a certain blonde’s lips already on yours, a heated kiss forming that you immediately accepted.

“calm down, mate” snarled tom, pressing himself against your backside and forcefully turning your face to meet his, a similar kiss forming.

draco only scoffed at the action and bent down to kiss your neck, sucking on certain spots, creating dark purple hues.

you were the first to pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily through your mouth while draco continued to attack your neck, tom’s hands now focused on getting his shirt off.

malfoy pulled back a little to look at your already disheveled form, swollen lips and frizzy hair.

“get on the bed for us, darling” he ordered, mimicking tom’s antics and taking his shirt off.

your feet carried you to the bed, sinking down on the middle while your head lay against the soft pillows. the corner of your eyes caught a peak of tom reaching inside his drawers, and almost as if he was sensing your stare, the mysterious object went behind his back.

“you sneaky little girl” he murmured, a small smirk planted on his face as he leaned down to kiss you while removing the straps of your dress.

you hummed into the kiss when you felt, what you presumed, draco’s fingers disregarding the rest of your dress.

tom broke the kiss to press kisses on your chest, fingers going behind your back, silently asking to arch it so he could take your bra off, and you obeyed.

it was at that moment when your eyes finally landed on the blonde who was now only wearing boxers, winking at you while he took of your drenched panties, throwing them behind him.

the brunette, disconnected his lips from your body completely, finally revealing what was behind his back.

handcuffs

your eyes went slightly wide at the object, immediately picking up on what they were gonna do.

“arms up for me, gorgeous” he spoke, tone low.

your arms followed his orders in blind submission, resting them against the headboard.

draco’s eyes caught yours as tom cuffed your wrists to the bed, immobilizing your arms. he gave you a devilish smile as he locked eyes with tom, giving him a nod, not giving you time to decipher anything as he dived his head down your sopping cunt.

a moan left your mouth involuntarily, tom coming besides you, both males with only their underwear on.

he stroked some hair out of your face and made a path with his hands to your breasts, another high-pitched moan coming from you when he rolled the nipple in his fingers, while draco absolutely devoured you.

his tongue lapped up at your juices, humming every once in a while; his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. his darkened eyes stared up at your figure that was now a moaning mess, he could almost chuckle at how fast the night had turned out.

it was like being on cloud nine, the way his tongue worked inside you, absolutely dining on it.

as he continued to devour you, tom leant down to crash your lips together, drinking down all of your noises. your moans continuously spurted out onto his mouth whilst your thighs shaked, orgasm approaching.

both of them seemed to notice this, so tom leant down and disconnected your lips, putting his on your nipples instead.

that did it for you.

you didn’t even have time to warn them, you cum was now being eagerly tasted by draco who could’ve easily cum too at the sight of you.

once he finished riding out your high, he rose up from his position, cock throbbing due to the lack of friction.

tom copied the blonde’s movements and got off your chest.

now, the both of them towered over you, staring down with a mischievous grin. you gulped harshly and switched your stare from one to the other.

“take the handcuffs off” spoke tom, order directed at draco, yet eyesight trained on you and the tone he used sent shivers down your spine.

draco leaned over you, keeping eye contact as he undid the restraints, your arms going limp at your sides.

he gave a chuckle at this and scooted back, grabbing your ankles and pulling you more to the edge of the bed.

tom seemed to caught onto what draco was doing and gave him a smirk, reaching for the drawer he had picked the handcuffs from.

your head was turned to him, curiosity peeking inside you. but draco wasn’t having any of that.

he roughly grabbed your face and turned it to him, connecting your lips to his, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth in an instant, grinding his hips into yours, evoking a small moan from you.

“easy now, malfoy” grunted tom from above you, causing draco to give him a stern look and a roll of his eyes.

tom gave you a teasing smile as he held up a silk blindfold. “this okay with you, pretty girl?” he asked cautiously.

your eyes shined with desire as you stared at the material, mouth slightly agape. “mhm” you hummed in agreement, adding a small smile for reassurance.

“good girl” taunted draco, grabbing ahold of his boxers and dragging them down. you only managed to take a peak of his lower v-line; tom was already placing the blindfold on your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“now, gonna let us use this pretty pussy baby?” teased tom, fingers tapping your soaked cunt twice. you gave a small moan as a response, your body jolting at the sensitivity.

“fuck yeah we are” grumbled draco, hands digging into your waist as he harshly turned you around, ass on display for their hungry eyes and hard cocks.

you whimpered as your tits collided with the mattress, yet your pussy was already dripping in anticipation. “once we’re done with you, you’re gonna have to guess who’s fucking your little hole and who’s fucking that blabbering mouth.” hissed tom on your ear. “if you get it right, we’re fucking you until you’re begging us to stop. you get it wrong and i’ll make sure you’re edged for a fucking week” he finished.

you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open at the suggestion, senses heightening as you heard the shuffle of clothing and two big hands bringing your ass up until your back was perfectly arched.

“little whore, look at you, puffy pussy in the air like that” murmured draco from beside you.

you suppressed a moan at the comment, burying your face down on the sheets, only for it to be yanked up by an unknown force.

they didn’t even give you time to gasp, your mouth being filled by a thick cock in an instant.

draco positioned himself behind you and rubbed your ass prior to completely bottoming himself inside you, a moan almost escaping him. but he held it, for the sake of whatever silly game they were playing at.

you gave a loud moan against tom’s cock, though you were still unsure on who was doing what. but slender fingers wrapped around your hair, a signal to keep going.

so you did, quickly recollecting yourself and bobbing your head up and down, not that you needed to do much except hollow your cheeks, the force of draco’s thrusts sending your head down on him.

the blonde kept his hands on your ass, roughly rocking his hips back and forth, watching as your head continuously moved up and down on tom, who had his head thrown back, mouth agape and eyes closed.

draco reached down to rub your clit, not slowing his hips once. tears brimmed at your eyes at the sudden feeling, your own body unconsciously fucking itself back on draco, while your tongue focused on the tip on whoever was down your throat.

as draco completely rammed himself inside you, tom’s orgasm was around the corner, with the way you swirled your tongue around the tip, the involuntary jerk forward you gave whenever draco gave a hard thrust, plus the vibrations of your moans did it all for him, he looked down at you as he came, biting his lower lip in an attempt to keep his identity a secret.

you breathed hard through your nose as you felt cum shoot down your throat, the whole load almost choking you as you swallowed it immediately. a small whine leaving you once they removed their softening length.

yet this was more of a relief to you, your moans now spurting out freely as spit dribbled down your chin, feeling tom’s or draco’s fingers rake through your hair.

“i’m close!” you moaned out in a desperate tone, thighs shaking as a slight tap came down on your bum, and assuming they gave you permission you came with a small shout, breathing raggedly.

draco was right behind you, drawing out your orgasm while sloppily thrusting as his seed went deep inside you.

once you both climbed down from your high, you collapsed down on the mattress, blindfold still on as you felt the rustle of sheets, blinding light appearing out of nowhere as tom disregarded the blindfold, smug grins on both of their faces as they took in your fucked-out state.

“now tell us who was fucking what, baby. show us how much of a smart girl you are” ordered draco, hands soothing down your back.

a nerve-wracking feeling hit you. you had absolutely forgotten all about their little challenge, you were too caught up in pleasure to even remember what you were supposed to realize.

“i-i don’t know” you admitted, lip trembling when their expressions hardened, almost as if disappointed, and considering the state of mind you were falling in; it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“well let’s try again and see if you can get it right this time, hm?” suggested tom, dragging the blindfold back up.

———

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tom 🏷: @methblinds @adrianscumslut @wh0re4blaise @malfoysbiitch @saggyb1lls @dracomalfoys-wh0re @dlmmdl @lolooo22 @darlingmalfoy @littlemissnoname13 @i-love-scott-mccall @underappreciated-spoon-321 @daddybutmakeitagirl @steveharringtonswhore @citrusdarling7 @riddleswh0rekrux @lostaurorax @alexavolturisblog

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[finelinevogue]

Okay okay but imagine this! dad Harry falling asleep on his stomach and your son crawling up and laying on his back! Like this is so friking cute!

ok this is a small blurb but i just love this concept so much :(((

Harry was shattered.

It wasn’t even just the kind of exhaustion that your eyes feel heavy, or you just have a headache. No it was a mix of both those and then the added body tiredness that meant he felt like he couldn’t move a muscle. Yet, he couldn’t complain. Not one bit.

It had been a 3 months since you and Harry had brought life into the world. 3 months since baby Oliver had taken his first breathes and 3 months since the happiest day of your lives. Although, you’d beg to differ that every day of your lives were happy. Not a day went by without a smile upon your faces now, which is why Harry couldn’t complain.

Even with the stress of a newborn baby, what with the endless nights of crying and days of nappy changing, you were both so content with life. With him. It didn’t mean you couldn’t be exhausted though. Harry was current proof of that.

He was currently laying face down on your bed, straight as a toy soldier, with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He deserved this rest and nap. He was always up with you whenever Oli was restless in the night and he was quick to help with the breastfeeding. He never wanted you to feel alone through any of this, so he did his part and more. He couldn’t be a better dad if he tried. But as much as he deserved this nap and time away from the chaos of having a 3 month old, Oli missed his dad and wouldn’t stop wriggling around to wait impatiently for his dad.

“Alright you, let’s go find daddy yeah?” You rhetorically asked, knowing your son wasn’t going to respond. You picked him up and out of his bassinet and cradled him in your arms, watching his big green eyes look up into yours. His little hands were curled into fists and waving around in excitement. He was getting what he wanted after all.

He giggled at the feeling of you bouncing up the stairs in search of your beloved husband. You instantly found him resting on the bed and you almost felt evil for going to disturb him. Almost. You knew Harry couldn’t be mad at you for blessing him with his son, ever. He would be happy - sleep maybe, but happy:

You walked your way around the bed and sat down on the edge of it, beside Harry. You watched as he blew the king curls of his hair off his face in his gentle sleep. He looked perfect. It was unreal to think he was yours. It was even crazier to think you’d created a child so beautiful and kind with each other. Life wasn’t always kind to you, but you were grateful that this was how it was ending up.

“Okay bubs, gotta be gentle now okay?” You spoke softly, watching as Oli’s eyes went wide with excitement over seeing his dad. His tiny arms started flapping around like crazy and his legs kicked happily underneath him. He was such an excitable child and you were blessed to call him yours.

You placed him carefully on Harry’s back, keeping your arms close next to him in case Harry suddenly jolted in surprise and catapulted Oli across the room. Oli was also very clumsy so it wouldn’t surprise you if he just fell.

Oli used on of his tiny hands to pat Harrys back softly, as if was going to be enough to wake him up. Unexpectedly, it was.

Harry didn’t move quickly, or even at all, once he knew how he was being woken up and by who. He turned his head to the side and gave a sleepy smirk, his eyes only half open in his wakening. He looked delicious, though, and you seriously just wanted to jump and devour him.

“Bloody gremlin you are.” He chuckled with a raspy voice, like the one he normally acquired in a morning. It sent tantalising goosebumps all over your body. Focus Y/N, your child could fall at any moment.

Harry made a point of keeping his eyes locked onto Oli, but Oli hadn’t quite clocked that his dad had woken up just yet so he kept on knocking his fist against Harrys back.

“Oli bubs, look!” Oli turned to you first and then towards where you were pointing to Harry’s woken face. His eyes were slightly puffy from sleep and his hair was an organised mess ontop of his head, but he still won most-handsome-human in your eyes. As soon as Oli spotted his dads familiar face - especially his eyes - he went a little crazy and nearly fell.

“Someone’s excited to see me.” Harry laughed, you lifting Oli up so that Harry could turn over. Oli wiggled like a dancing jelly-bean as you hoisted him into the air, until Harry had bent his legs at his knees and you could place Oli down on Harry’s lower stomach with his back to Harry’s bent legs. “Why isn’t mummy always this excited to see me, huh bud?” Harry grabbed Oli’s fists and started messing around with him.

“I am, it’s just a very different type of excitement.” You rolled your eyes at him, using his knees to prop your head up on to watch the two loves of your lives interact.

“Different how?” Harry teased.

“Well for starters we’re both normally naked.” You bit your bottom lip at the mere thought.

“Show me how that looks again?”

“Not with your 3 month old son sat on your lap, no.” You shot back at his crude remark, slapping his knee in the process.

“Mummy’s such a tease isn’t she?” Harry asked Oli and Oli just giggled in response, not having a clue what was going on.

“If mummy’s such a tease then she’ll just return her new black lingerie.” You threatened him, but you would never actually follow through with your actions - you loved the lingerie too much!

“Mummy will do no such thing. She’ll go put it on right now so daddy can teach her some lessons in respect.” Harry pierced his eyes into yours and you were quick to move both your hands to cover your sons ears.

“You can’t speak like that in front of our son!” You gasped, making sure you weren’t pushing too hard on Oli’s ears - all the while Oli is still laughing and trying to shove Harry’s fingers in his little mouth. Saliva was going everywhere, but Harry didn’t mind one bit - anything to put a smile on his Oli’s face.

“Well then don’t speak like such a brat to me, darling.” You gulped at his words.

“Shut up, otherwise we’re going to end up with another child a lot sooner than we planned.”

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[fantasydaydreamers]

Can you do a part 2 for the reader x bakugou sexting fanfic 🥺 like the smut part hehe

I knew this was coming~ ofc you cannn💕 also, title change bc I can😭

"A Dream Come True~ Part 2/2" Bakugo x Reader

Summary: Continuation of PART 1

Words: 2,413

Warnings: Smut

~*~*~*~*

The rest of the day went by in a blur as the anticipation for tonight set in. The disbelief over what happened at lunch never went away and thankfully Kirishima and Kaminari didn't seem to notice you and Bakugou acting differently.

On the walk back to the dorms, you and Bakugou trailed behind your two oblivious friends. Your face was flaming hot by the proximity of being next to Bakugou after knowing what the two of you did at school.

"Man...we didn't do any physical training today. We'll have to try that special move tomorrow, Kami! Knowing Aizawa, he won't go easy on us since he let us off the hook today. Right, Bakugou?" Kirishima stretched his arms over his head as he shot a glance back to the said person walking too close to you.

Bakugou scoffed. "Like you could keep up in training anyways."

With that comment, Bakugou stepped away from you as Kirishima turned into your space, the both of them starting to bicker. At least now it felt like you could breathe a little and you traded spots with Kirishima, now walking beside Kaminari who was laughing at some remark Kirishima said about Bakugou's 'unmanly attitude.'

Listening to them made you smile as you thought about tonight and if it would change the dynamic of your group. What you did today was on a whim and while the response you got was unexpectedly positive, the thought of your friendship changing dwindled your smile.

"You okay, (Y/n)?"

You look over and see Kami looking at you with a concerned expression on his face. His voice was hushed as he had leaned in closer to you.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Kami." You muster a reassuring smile at him as the four of you climbed the steps to the dorms. You open the door and rush to the stairs.

"I'm uh- going to go take a shower." Was all you said, sparing a quick glance at the three boys before taking off to your room to grab your things and head to the showers.

~*~*~*~*

By the time you got back to your room, you had managed to cool your head a bit, relaxed and tired from today's emotional ride. Settling down on your bed, you hum in content as you pick up your phone seeing a text from Bakugou which brought reality crashing back down on you.

A Taio Cruz Fan: For someone who talked big game earlier, you're quick to run away when things get heated.

You did feel guilty, but maybe it's worth a shot to explain to him how you feel? The worst that can happen is that nothing happens and today would've just been a fever dream. The best that could happen, well...

(Y/n): Yeah...about that...I have a question.

Almost immediately you see him typing.

A Taio Cruz Fan: Well ask me then idiot.

(Y/n): Is this gonna be a one-time thing or...???

You see the hesitation in his response and you gulp, feeling your heart accelerate, preparing yourself for heartbreak. It's not like you didn't want anything to happen, but after all, you had feelings involved in this, and if it's one-sided, it'll hurt you more in the end.

A Taio Cruz Fan: What do you want it to be?

It was a safe response and despite your anxiousness, you roll your eyes at him being clever. Way to try and get me to tell you how I feel, Bakugou.

(Y/n): I want it to be more...

Seeing your message left on read had your heart sinking into your stomach.

You could feel the embarrassed tears start to form as the word 'stupid' came to mind before there was banging on your door. The noise startled you as you tried you calm your emotions as you stood, making your way to answer.

Expecting to see Kaminari checking in on you from earlier, you were shocked to see Bakugou staring at you with a slight flush on his cheeks and he held a pillow and blanket in his arms. "Move, dumbass, I'm coming in."

Wordlessly, you move to the side as he hastily makes his way into your room, setting up his items on your bed. You watched, standing in the middle of your room, confused as to what was going on. When he was done, he sat up, staring straight at you with his legs bent out in front of him.

"C'mere."

His voice was low and you gulped, still wordlessly obeying his commands. Placing a knee onto the bed, you go to shuffle your way next to him until he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

"B-Bakugou?!" Finally managing to choke out some words, you squirm in his lap, surprised by the sudden closeness.

"Don't move." Bakugou tightens his arms even more around your waist. "Let me talk."

You try to settle down comfortably only to feel his heart beating against his chest as you lean into him, resting your face on his shoulder. Once settled, you hear Bakugou let out a 'tsk' before hugging you to him.

"If I already felt some type of way about you, dumbass, do you really think I would've responded to you the way I did?"

Now that you think about it, Bakugou did in fact NOT blow your head off in the middle of the cafeteria, but the possibility of him returning feelings seemed too far-fetched. This was just too confusing for you to understand. What was he trying to say?

"Um...but our friendship and everyone else..." Trailing off, you busy yourself by playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. It was too intimate considering your position, but the distraction was helping you keep your mind off the fact that you were straddling his lap, pressing tightly against him.

Bakugou tsked again and pushed you back a little so he could look at your face. "What about them? Nothing is going to change, dumbass." His face was still flushed a light pink and he averted his eyes, annoyed. "As if I didn't think about it already."

The last part of his sentence was mumbled and you furrowed your brows. "What?"

"I didn't say shit! Everything is gonna be fine, (Y/n). You're thinking too hard." Bakugou's voice got softer and hearing your name fall from his lips in a reassuring manner had your heart speeding up.

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head with your eyes unfocused as Bakugou leaned in closer. You could feel the heat radiating off your face as he stopped inches away from your lips.

Your eyes immediately drop down to his lips, your hand subconsciously gripping his shoulders. Your heartbeat was now pounding in your ears as you anticipated his lips on yours.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"You're fun to tease." His low raspy voice made you shiver as he took it a step further and brushed his lips against yours. "This is payback for earlier."

"Bakugou," you whined, shifting in his lap. Just as you were about to add on to your complaint, lips attached themselves on your neck harshly. The feeling had you gasping and jerking in his hold, your neck falling to the side as teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive skin.

His teething stopped and the suction had you arching into him, moans falling from you. "Fuck~"

Pulling away from your neck, Bakugou looks at your blissed-out expression, his own lips red and puffy.

This time, you lean in and finally place your lips on his sighing in relief. Kissing Bakugou was a lot better than you could've ever hoped for. Smooth lips claimed yours back in a soft almost sensual way before biting your lower lip, turning the kiss needy and aggressive.

You didn't realize where he was placing his hands until your core was stroked over your shorts making you jerk in surprise. Pulling away from the kiss, Bakugou watches your expression as he rubs his hand over your swollen slit, groaning as he did.

"Fuck yeah...I'm going to make you cum so hard." Hearing him murmur that had a needy whine falling from your lips as you moved off of him to strip.

"Please," you mewl, struggling to pull your shorts down. Bakugou watches you with lustful eyes before following your actions. He lets you lay down as you finally throw your clothes on the floor, his following soon after. Seeing him crawl over you, a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hand finds its way back down to your core, his thumb swiping over your bare clit. The feeling of his bare hands on your intimate areas had you crying out, your own hands mapping their way across his muscular chest.

He smirks and thumbs your clit again, glancing down to watch himself play with you. "So tell me, (Y/n)...what else happened in your dream? What didn't happen that you wanted too?"

His voice turned deep, fingers just teasing your dripping cunt, but not yet penetrating you. You wither underneath him, his eyes flying back up to catch your gaze. Just as he did, your hand brushed along his hardened shaft, a stifled moan escaping his lips. You do it again and watch his eyes narrow dangerously.

Next thing you know, you're on your hands and knees, with your wrists pinned above your head. "Innocent my ass. You act all cute and shit but really you're a fucking brat who needs to be tamed." The hand around your wrists tighten briefly in warning.

"But Baku-" You start but a slap on your ass quickly has you shutting up into a yelp.

"No 'buts.' Like I said earlier, you talked big game at lunch and now you're getting what you wanted. You should be grateful this pretty and wet cunt is being played with by me."

With that, a single finger entered you and your hips immediately rolled back on it, inhaling sharply. "Fuckkkk~"

Bakugou didn't waste any time before his finger is moving at a steady pace, opening you up while still keeping your hands pinned down.

"You never answered my question, dumbass. What else happened in your dream?" Slowing his pace down, Bakguou waits for you to answer as you whine at the lack of friction.

"U-um," struggling to clear your hazy mind to answer him, he completely stops his pace, pulling his finger out. "No! I told you everything already!" Whining loudly, you try to arch back on his retreating finger, only to have a second one come in with the first. 

The suddenness had you releasing a breath of air, falling more forward.

"So your just hungry for my cock, huh?" Bakugou just about growled out, his fingers removing completely as you felt something else tease the outside of your opening.

"Look at you...drooling on it~ hah..."

A breath falls from Bakugou's lips making you whine in return. "Do it already Bakugou, I've been waiting all day."

With that, the feeling of his cock pushing its way inside you made you lose your breath, the pressure and burn making your eyes roll in your head. Bakugou loosened his grip on your hands, moving to your waist as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, his own lowly groans filling the room.

"Fuck...fuck...oh fuck...don't move your fucking hands." The threat was weak as you squeezed around him, pulsing while trying to suck him deeper.

When he finally came to a stop, you let out a huge breath of air, burying your face into Bakugou's blanket. The hand on your waist ran up your side softly and back down over your tailbone. You feel him pull out a little before sinking back in, his groan sounding like music to your ears.

"You take me so well, (Y/n). I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never have a normal dream again." With that, Bakugou pulled all the way out and thrusted back in completely knocking you forward, your hands gripping the blanket.

"Yes! Yes, please, Bakugou! Please-" Your begging seemed to spur him on, his trusts hitting angles inside of you that you didn't even know existed. Choked cries left your mouth in tandem as his thrusts sounded throughout your room in rhythmic slaps. One of his hands was on your hip, pulling you back into his thrusts, making sure you didn't move away from him.

"Good little slut. Take it just like that..." Bakugou had leaned down close to your ear, his other hand coming around to wrap around your neck. He was holding your neck back as well as applying pressure, choking you while staring into your eyes. "Open."

He slowed his thrusts down, making sure you opened your mouth, leaning forward to spit. The feeling of it landing on your tongue made you tighten up even more, your orgasm building up. Bakugou smirked at the feeling and resumed his thrusts.

"Swallow it since you enjoyed that so much."

Obeying him, you swallow while still holding his gaze. A dark chuckle left his throat before he growled, his thrusts picking up.

"Baku-Katsuki! I'm gonna-" your hands scramble on the blanket, gripping tightly as Bakugou hits you with a few more well-aimed thrust before you scream his name, clenching down hard on him as you cum. Bakugou rolls his hips into you, working you through your release as you milk his cock.

"Good slut~ I'm almost there." Not letting you wait, Bakugou releases your neck and speeds back up, the overstimulation feeling like heaven and hell as his cock hits you in the right spot repeatedly.

Your thoughts went blank, your body boneless as he drove himself in one more time before warmth filled your body deep inside, the feeling raising goosebumps on your arms. His groan was telling as he slowly rode out his own high before slumping slightly behind you.

"(Y/n)?" Bakugou's rough voice brought you back to earth, but you didn't have the energy to reply. He turned you gently to the side, keeping his cock inside you and he laid behind you in a spooning position.

A hum is all you managed to let out. Bakugou didn't reply but a kiss was placed on your shoulder as he removed himself. Your hand shot out to complain but he shushed you.

"I'm just gonna clean you up, idiot. We can talk about this tomorrow." 

With that, your eyelids became heavy as you thought:

What a dream come true.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader lemon #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha lemon #bnha lemon #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader lemon #boku no hero academia #bakugo x reader

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

To Build a Home - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

To Build a Home - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Going baby shopping should be a great idea? Right? But things take a turn. You share a cute moment with Bucky as you read the pregnancy book he claims he bought for you. This ends with a moment with you and Bucky in the baby room.

Word Count: 3400

Warnings: Fluff, also a hint of insecurities and thinking about the past. Pregnant!Reader

a/n: This is Part 2 to my one shot. Read part one “Turning Page- Bucky Barnes x Reader” Anyhow, Part two will be taking place when you are 6 months pregnant. You and Bucky get a little bit of help from some friends. Also, I would like to apologize for the first section of this, it might hurt a bit.

Five months later

Blue, Pink, Red, Purple, you could see every color of the rainbow on all four store walls.

Steve thought it was a great idea for you, Wanda, and Bucky to go to a baby store. You and Wanda were so excited to go and look at baby items. Meanwhile, Bucky's face was blank as a ghost. Even though it has been five months since him finding out you were pregnant, it still catches him by surprise that he'll be a dad in a couple of weeks.

In the store, Bucky and Steve were together looking at furniture since they were the 'strong one' out of the group. Meanwhile, you and Wanda were looking at baby clothes, plushies, blankets, and decorations. Without hesitation, you gravitated more towards the boy section than the girl section. Even though you and Bucky wanted to wait until they were born to find out their gender, deep down, you knew they are a baby boy. The first thing you get is a pair of suspender top and bottom set that came with a bowtie. The shorts were the color khaki and the shirt was light blue. You turn to Wanda to show her what you found. "Look what I found for him." your heart filled with joy and happiness. You had a soft smile on your face.

Wanda grabs the piece that you were holding and places it against your stomach "he is going to look handsome" she smiled and scrunched her nose. She was truly happy for you and glad that you picked her to help you throughout this journey.

Across the store, where the furniture was located, Bucky and Steve were looking at furniture. Bucky was tense; he wasn't sure if he wanted to be there looking at baby items. He stared at the same baby crib for the past 3 minutes when Steve notices that he wasn't doing anything "hey, is everything alright?" he pauses to place his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "I know this is new to you and something you least expected to happen. But you deserve this."

Bucky started to shake his head, and slowly tears form in his eyes "are you sure about this, Steve?" his voice gets small and shaky. "Just a decade ago, I was murdering people without my own will. Do I deserve this happiness? What if they don't like me because of my past?" His lips were trembling as if he were to let out a sob- but he never did. His nose twitched as his mouth suddenly became agape, and he drew in a breath of air sharply, turning his neck towards the entrance. He started to pull on the sleeve of his left arm, trying to cover his metal hand. "I can't do this. I need to get out of here" He rushes out of the furniture section towards the store's entrance.

Wanda notices that Steve and Bucky were walking fast out of the store. Steve gives her a look and holds up a finger. She tried reading his mind to see what was going on, but all she caught was "give me a moment to calm him down, he had a panic attack" she had a concerned look on her face, but she knew Steve would be able to handle it.

You notice that Wanda had a concerned look on her face as she wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. "Wanda, are you okay?" a frown formed on your face as you were looking around the store looking for Bucky. He was gone. "Where is he?" you raise your voices a bit. "Wanda, where is he?" you were demanding her to give you an answer. She points towards the entrance. You gave her the clothes that you were holding. You sped walk towards the door.

Outside of the store, Bucky was sitting on the floor, knees by his chest, heavy breathing, hiding his face from the outside world. You could hear Steve trying to calm him down, telling him things that would usually calm him, but this time it was different. Steve notices that you were there and gets near you to hug you. He leans forward "are you sure about this? I tried everything I could. He hasn't been able to calm down," he whispers into your ear. Letting go of his hug, you have a brief smile and a nod. He walks back to the store to find Wanda and let her know what is happening.

You kneel, placing your hands on his knees. You were now able to hear how heavy he was breathing. “Bucky?” you slowly move your thumb against his knee, trying to calm him down “what’s wrong, my love? What’s going on?” he lifts his head and looks at you, his face red and his eyes puffy from the crying he had been doing for the past couple of minutes. Moving your hand from his knee, you place it on his cheek, wiping the tears from his face using your thumb. “hey, hey, Bucky, it’s okay” Your eyebrows knit together. You hated seeing him like this.

“I don’t deserve this happiness, not after everything I’ve done” his lips were quivering, his voice became small “they aren’t going to like me. I’m just a monster.” tears falling down his cheeks. He pulls you in, holding you, wrapping his arms around you. He was sobbing on your shoulder. Now the material of your shirt was soaking wet. “I’m sorry. I’m so-“

You interrupt him. “James, what you did. That wasn’t you, that was never you. One thing I’ll tell you is that you deserve every little inch of happiness; you deserve to be happy.” You take a pause holding him tighter and trying to stop your voice from being shaky. “I know this is scary. I’m scared as well. But one thing I know for sure is that even though we will try to be the perfect parents in the world, we aren’t going to be, and that’s okay. They are going to love us and our imperfections” you gently pull away, still holding him in your arms, you softly press your lips against his forehead to calm him down.

You held him for a couple of minutes. You wanted to make sure that he was okay. There was silence between the two of you, but you didn't mind. Within minutes, his heartbeat slowed, and he started to breathe normally. He turns his head, giving you a brief kiss on your cheek. “I appreciate you so much, doll” he takes a big gulp before continuing talking. “Should we ditch them and go somewhere else?” a soft giggle escapes his mouth. “I’m kidding. Let’s go and pick things for our little one.”

With your sleeve, you wipe the tears from his face. He grabs your wrist and stops you from continuing. He brings the palm of your hand and softly kisses it, then he lets go of it, so you can continue.

As he was getting up, he helped you get up as well. He was grabbing your hand and pulling you upward. Every little move that he has done with you, he has tried his best not to hurt you.

You both stood outside holding one other for a couple of minutes until you were able to notice that Bucky’s face didn’t look like he had been crying for the past couple of minutes.

Once you walked into the store, it was fast to locate Steve and Wanda, as Steve had a pile of clothes over his shoulder, a mixer of girl and boy clothes. And Wanda with a cart full of baby items. “Are you sure we are having a baby and not them?” you and Bucky were in synch “jinx, no, you jinx.” you both said that once again. This caused you and him to laugh out loud. Wanda turns around and rushes with the cart in your direction. She seemed like a little kid showing their parents the toy she had just found. Steve was getting the clothes that were on his shoulder, placing them all in his arms.

Once Wanda was near you, her face lit up as bright as a firework. “I and Steve both agreed that for this trip, we are buying all of this plus whatever you guys want.” Wanda was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath “consider this as an early baby shower gift” she starts pulling out items from the cart and showing you her favorite items. Once Steve got to where you all were, he dumps the pile of clothes in the cart. “Steve! I was still showing her thing” she rolled her eyes, and this made Bucky and Steve laugh.

Steve looks at Bucky. “I’m guessing you are feeling better, aren’t you” Bucky gives him a brief smile and nods.

You grab Bucky’s hand and start to walk towards the furniture section. You pointed at a white three-in-one convertible crib “Honey, We should get this one” your voice was small yet soft with sparkles in your eyes. A smile formed on his face, and he nodded in agreement. Anything that you liked, he would usually like it as well.

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What a long day today was, you thought to yourself. You were now home resting. Wanda, Steve, and Bucky made sure to put everything away in the baby room. 

Every little chance that Bucky gets, he can't keep his hands off of your stomach. He wanted to be there for everything, the first kick, the first movement they ever make. He didn't want to miss anything.

You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, reading a pregnancy book that Bucky decided to buy for you. He bought it for himself since he wanted to be prepared for everything that might happen. But he is too stubborn to admit it, so he bought the book for you. 

Bucky was sitting right next to you, laying his head on your right shoulder, trying to read along to what you might be on. His right hand placed on your stomach, moving in a circular motion.  

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Around 18 weeks of pregnancy, your little one hears their very first sounds. By 24 weeks, those little ears are rapidly developing. Your baby's sensitivity to sound will improve even more as the weeks pass. 

"Did you know that he can hear you already?" you asked. You were looking down at him, and his ocean blue eyes were looking back at you. You pointed to the location where it stated that they were able to hear at certain weeks. 

With a small smile on his face and his left eyebrow risen "he? I think they are a girl" he giggles a little "but if my baby girl says we are having a boy, then I believe it's time for me and him to have a one-on-one talk" he leans in forward to kiss you on your cheek. 

He slow removes the blanket that was covering your stomach and kisses your stomach, placing his right hand on your lower stomach. “hey, I don’t think mommy can hear us,” he was whispering while looking up to you. You had a smile on your face while you shacked your head. “I can’t wait to have you in my arms, little Leo” he pauses for a moment and has the biggest smile on his face, “When you grow up, I’m going to tell you so many stories about my adventures with your uncle Steve and uncle Sam. I can’t forget about those stories with your beautiful, strong, amazing mommy” He looks up at you with a smirk on his face. You started running your fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it was. “Leo, could you believe it that right now, the world is a crazy place to be at? But at this moment, you are safe in there. Mommy and daddy will always keep you safe. No matter what happens, we will always protect you.”

He moves back to where he was resting his head on your shoulder, not moving his right arm from where it was located. “How was your talk with baby-“you pause for a moment, trying to process what just happened. “Leo?”

Bucky looks at you, slightly shaking his with left eyebrow rose. It looked like he had a soft disappointed face. “Doll, you weren’t supposed to listen to me and him having a boy talk” he stops shaking his head, and gradually a smile on his face started to form. “Yeah, Leo. I’ve always liked the name Leo” he paused, and a small frown started to show. “You don’t like it. If you don’t, we can-“

Pressing your lips against his forehead, you interrupt him. You knew what he was going to say “No, I love the name, Leo.” It seemed like he had read your mind. That was the name that you had a plan on naming your future baby boy. Removing your lips against his skin and a soft giggle escapes your lips “so are you planning on telling him about your little rolling over with Sam that one time?”

Bucky looks up to you, and he had an offended look on his face. “I’m certainly not telling him that,” he pauses to place his head back on your shoulder. “There are things he doesn’t need to know, and that is one of them.”

Out of a sudden, you can feel a sharp pain on your lower stomach where Bucky’s hand was placed. This caught him by surprise. “Did Leo just kick?” you can feel the excitement from his voice. You giggled a little in agreement “he kicks hard, aww, he is a strong boy. Just like his daddy” his voice went high pitched as he was talking towards your stomach.

Minutes pass by from the last time they kicked, and Bucky felt every little kick they did. It pained you but seeing him and the reaction he had on his face. The amusement written all over Bucky’s face was worth it, the pain they caused you. You have always thought of naming your baby girl Rebecca. You have liked that name for years. Also, you knew how close Bucky was to his sister, and you wanted her to be named by someone he holds dear to his heart.

You take a deep breath, unsure if you wanted to say anything. “Honey, if we have a baby girl. What are your thoughts on the name Rebecca?” you tense up a little, not knowing what other words to say. “I know how much your sister meant to you, and I just thought that-“

Bucky looks up at you and places his hand on the back of your head, pulling in you. Pressing his lips against yours, he gently and carefully kissed you. Pulling away from your lips, he had the biggest smile on his face. “Doll, I love that” He moves his hand from the back of your head to your lower stomach once again. “Rebecca isn’t allowed to date until she is 30,” he laughs, scrunching his nose. He loved that you considered naming her Rebecca. Bucky never thought about naming her that. He slowly moves his hand in circular motions. “Our little princess is going to be such a beautiful little girl, just like her mom.”

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“Come on, cyborg, use your metal arm. You have it there for a reason.”

“Do you think that most of the time I remember that I have a metal arm? I’m fucking right-handed, Sam, not left-handed.”

“I swear to god if you guys wake her up. I am going to quit. Buck finish building the crib, and Sam paint the wall.”

Suppose the walls couldn’t be any thinner. You could hear Sam, Bucky, and Steve arguing in the room next door. You lay in bed for a couple of more minutes just listening to them. You were covering your mouth, trying your best not to burst into laughter. Before getting up, you took big breaths trying to control your laughter.

As you were opening the door, you notice Steve leaving the baby room. “See what you both idiots did? You woke her up” he sounded annoyed and irritated. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing his cup of coffee that he left on the counter. “Good morning, did you sleep well last night?” He takes a sip of coffee, placing his full attention on you.

You had the biggest grin on your face, and you tried to compose yourself, making sure you didn’t laugh. “I slept great. What are you guys doing at 9 am” you walk to the kitchen opening the fridge and gathering the ingredients to make a sandwich.

“What do you mean what we both did? It was all- oh” Bucky notices that you were awake preparing yourself food. He gets near you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he can give you a brief kiss on your head. “Good morning, doll. I’m sorry if we woke you up” he takes the sandwich that you prepared and takes a bite out of it.

Watching him take a bite from the sandwich you had prepared yourself made you a bit upset. You crossed your arms and walked away with the sandwich he just bit. “First, he wakes me up, and then he takes a bite of my sandwich.” you thought to yourself. You had a frown on your face.

Steve looks in Bucky’s direction continuing drinking the last bit of his coffee with his eyebrows lifted. Then it clicked to Bucky that he had messed up, so he quickly turns around and prepares another sandwich. He opens the fridge and grabs your favorite chocolate, and speed walks in your direction. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken a bite” he hands you the sandwich he prepared and the chocolate “here you go, doll. I’m going to go finish up the crib.” He points to the direction of the bedroom.

Before he could walk away from you, you grab his wrist “can I come help with whatever you guys might be doing” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face. “Please” you knew that he couldn’t say no to you when you did this facial expression.

He takes your hand and starts walking to the bedroom. You see Sam on a ladder with a paint roller in his hands “sorry, we woke you up” you go near him and hand him the sandwich that Bucky made for you “thank you, you didn’t have to make this for me.” he gave you a brief smile.

Bucky had a blank stare, and his facial expression read ‘really.’ You giggled a little “I didn’t make it. Bucky did,” you whisper and placed your hand on your cheek, trying to cover your lips and from what you were going to say next “so if it tastes bad, that’s why,” you whispered and scrunched your nose.

“I heard that” Bucky sounded annoyed and had a frown formed on his face.

This made you and Sam laugh for a couple of minutes.

You walk towards Bucky wrapping your arms around him and getting on your toes to kiss him on his chin. “You know I’m just messing with you.” Still pressing your lips against his skin, “You are an amazing cook, and your sandwiches are always going to be my favorite” a little smile formed on your face while your lips were still pressed on his skin.

You walk towards the dresser where a bag full of baby clothes was at and you start organizing them by pajamas, formal, underwear, casual category.

Sam and Steve both left to take a mini-break. But Bucky, he stayed with you, he wanted to make sure that you were safe, and if you needed anything, he would be there for you. Looking through the bag, you found the pair of suspender top and bottom set that came with a bowtie. You turn around to showed Bucky the little outfit. “Honey, look, Leo is going to look so adorable in this” you place the outfit against your stomach.

He had a smirk on his face and nodded. You couldn’t wait till the day comes where you can hold them in your arms.

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[sunnywritings]

Small idea/request I've had in my head for awhile: c!bbh finding and adopting a baby the same way he did Sapnap and introduce them to the family! I feel like Sapnap would be a better brother than he thinks :]

a cult's sacrifice? not anymore!

request: c!bbh x child!reader genre: fluff(parental and sibling kind y'know?) word count: 968 warnings: child ‘sacrifice’ summary: bbh got a child sacrificed to him from another world so the only reasonable thing to do is to take the child and raise it! right?

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bad glanced around frantically when he was suddenly warped away, mid-conversation with skeppy. around him was a dimly lit room with a dark tone to it all, below him a circle of red, though with all the wrong symbols they probably intended.

one spoke before him, “oh please great one, take this witch’s baby and rid us of our drought, our children are starving and dying of dehydration.” the demon stared at him before slowly taking the baby while speaking, “well- um, this is highly irresponsible, i’ll just take them- and uh, good luck with your drought!”

and with that he was gone, disappeared with the circle closing in. bad was warped back to his exact location from before, where skeppy spun around to stare at him. “bad! what hap-” skeppy paused before shrieking, “why do you have a fucking baby!” his shouting caused the baby to begin crying.

the demon furrowed his unseeable brows, “language skeppy, and look what you did!” bad gently rocked the child back and forth, cooing softly down at them, all while attempting to soften his expression to appear unintimidating. the cries slowly softened, dying down while the baby stared up at bad, eyes wide. when the noise faded the baby raised a hand, poking at bad’s face. a soft smile formed on his expression, temporarily becoming distracted.

skeppy cleared his throat, arms folded. “bad, you have sap to take care of already, and dream for a week or so now, how’re you gonna handle a baby as well as those two?” his brows were furrowed, staring at bad with both concern and mild frustration.

the child’s expression shifted over, before a few giggles left the baby at the sight of skeppy. he froze up in shock, shoulders stiffening. grabby hands were made as bad walked over, “awe, they like you skeppy! and don’t worry i’ll figure out what to do with this little muffin.” bad smiled, watching the baby stare at skeppy in amazement and awe.

his throat cleared, turning his head away with a scoff and a soft ‘whatever’. bad smiled wider before turning around, humming softly while walking home. surely the others would be excited to have a little sibling! right? that’s what he thought anyways, because who could resist this adorable little muffin! bad poked softly at the baby’s cheek while thinking all of this.

the baby giggled loudly, wiggling their arms and legs slightly. “woah there little muffin, try not to fall!” he exclaimed, though he made sure not to be too loud. bad shifted the baby, readjusting his grip on them while the kid cooed back at him.

bad hummed a soft tune to the kid while approaching the house in the woods, pushing the door open with his hip, the lock needed to be fixed anyways. the moment he stepped into the house he heard the two kids talking.

“dreammmm, c’mon!” this was definitely sapnap, “just one more game!” there was a groan that followed sapnap’s pleading. “fine! but i’m hiding this time!” dream’s voice held an undertone of excitement, clearly not as hesitant as he showed.

the demon smiled at the boy’s interaction, “sap! dream! before you go i’d like you both to come here!” clearly they hadn’t heard the door open. the moment bad called sapnap came running around the corner of the front hallway, grinning with his arms up in the air. “dad!” he shouted before skidding to a halt, dream almost crashing into his back, barely keeping himself up by grabbing onto sapnap’s shoulders.

“hey guys, um, i found this little muffin all alone and so i uh, brought them back.” bad smiled, crouching down so the kids could see the baby. sap inched forward, dream peering over his shoulder down at the baby. the baby’s hands rose, making grabbing motions and cooing at the two new kids.

sapnap gasped at the action, slowly putting his hand forward. the baby’s hand curled around one of his fingers, giggling. dream watched with owlish eyes from behind sapnap, who was still staring down at the baby with a look of shock. dad smiled, overjoyed on how the interaction was going.

“is this my new sibling dad?” sapnap glanced up at bad, blinking. the demon’s smile grew softer, “yes they are, this little muffin is your new baby sibling.” he hummed, “do you wanna hold them sappy?”

his eyes flickered back down to the baby briefly, gulping nervously. “can i?” he asked. bad merely nodded, carefully passing the baby over to the seven year old, adjusting sap’s arms so he held the baby correctly.

sapnap stared down at the child, glancing back at dream with a grin. “i’m a big brother! and i’m gonna be a better one than you!” he gloated. dream gasped in mock offense, “no you’re not! i already have tubbo and mama puffy says i’m the best brother!”

the two bickered quieter than normal as bad took the baby back, chuckling at their interaction. this was gonna be an interesting family, wasn’t it?

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a sharp cry filled the air, silence came briefly after it. running footsteps came right after the cry as bad opened the door to the house. before he could say anything he heard sapnap speak, “are you okay?” his voice was filled with concern, though it was deeper now, older.

someone sniffled after sapnap asked them that, a softer, younger voice following. “yeah, i’m fine, thanks sap!”

bad smiled, relieved and content. it had been seven years since he’d brought you home, sapnap was fourteen now. he never regretted bringing you back, through all the years of learning you weren’t human just like the rest of them, and to you immediately being accepted into the family.

this is what a family was, and that brought him immense joy.

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[there-must-be-a-lock]

Play Pretend

Spencer Reid x (gender neutral) Reader

Word Count: ~4170

Warnings: I don’t think there are any? Some language. Egregious amounts of fluff. A blanket fort and a Star Trek onesie. Gratuitous descriptions of Spencer Reid’s bone structure, because apparently I can’t help myself. 

A/N: For the “treat yo’ self” square on my @cmbingo​ card, and also for @railmereid​‘s 2k challenge! Prompt for the latter is bolded.

It’s been a godawful case, and in the BAU, that’s saying something. At least nobody ended up in the hospital this time? But as you all troop onto the jet in a straggly line of wrinkled clothes and puffy eyes, that’s about the brightest spot you can find in this whole fucking week. 

As you get settled, though, Hotch clears his throat. “Your attention, please. We’re taking a long weekend, Strauss’s orders.”

“Oh thank god,” you mutter under your breath.  

“Once we get back and grab our things, you are not to return to the office for a full seventy-two hours.” Hotch looks sternly (well, even more sternly) at Spencer, who’s on the couch next to you, curling up for a nap. “Understood? And you are not allowed to take case files home, Reid. I mean it this time.” 

“Understood,” he says grouchily. You can’t help but laugh at the pout on his face. 

“Seriously?” you ask. 

He shrugs, lips quirking up like he does actually realize what a ridiculous human being he is. “I have many talents, but ‘taking it easy’ is not one of them.” He does the air quotes, even.

“All those PhDs and you never got a degree in relaxation?” 

“That’s not—” He realizes you’re teasing and grins. “No. No I did not. I just… never really know what to do with myself, I guess?” 

“Shocking.” 

“What are you going to do, then?” 

“I am going to have a treat yo’ self day,” you declare proudly. 

“A what?” 

“You know, like in Parks and Rec?” He gives you a blank look. “No, you totally don’t know. Of course you don’t. But there’s this one episode where two of the characters have a ‘treat yo’ self’ day, and they go shopping and get, like, really self-indulgent things that they wouldn’t ordinarily buy themselves.”

He frowns. “You’re going shopping all weekend? You’ve never struck me as a particularly materialistic person.”

“Fuck, no. It’s more about indulging in experiences. Self-care. Things that make me feel relaxed. Just… whatever makes me happy.”

“Like what?” He still has this totally puzzled look on his face, with his nose wrinkled up. It’s so much more endearing than it has any right to be. 

“I like painting. I’m not good at it, but I like it, so I’m gonna get some new paints and a big canvas and make a mess, because it makes me happy.” 

“Huh.” 

“What about you, then? What do you do to relax?”  

“That’s… a good question, honestly.” 

“Well, what’s your idea of a perfect day?” 

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise you that self-care is a foreign concept to him. You wait patiently as he overthinks it.

“Perfect seems unrealistic,” he concludes wryly. 

“So, like, remember when you were a kid and you walked into a really awesome toy store?” you prompt. “Just feeling that sort of carefree, giddy kind of happy?” 

“Not really.” He shrugs. 

“What did make you feel like that, though?” you ask. “When you were younger? There had to be something.” 

“I think I just — I didn’t do much normal kid stuff.” He lets out a huff of a laugh and runs his hands through his messy curls, suddenly self-conscious. “Didn’t get to play pretend, or… I don’t know. Didn’t have time.” 

“Right,” you say softly. “Sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” 

You nod, throat suddenly tight. “Yeah. Get some sleep, Spencer. Sweet dreams.” 

He gives you a tired half-smile and tugs his blanket up to his chin, tucking his hands under his cheek, and the dark hollows under his eyes are hidden by his long lashes as he falls asleep almost immediately. You need to rest too, but it takes you a while; you sneak a glance at him every so often, feeling that twist under your breastbone that happens all too often when you’re around Spencer. 

By the time the jet lands, though, you have a plan. 

* * * * *

You second-guess your plan approximately a thousand times on your way over to Spencer’s the next morning. When you get to his door, you almost convince yourself to walk away before you manage to knock; is this totally presumptuous? Is Spencer going to think you’re ridiculous? Is the whole thing just plain stupid? 

Then again, you were stupid enough to fall for Spencer in the first place, so. What’s another stupid decision on top of that whole mess? 

When he opens the door, he’s wearing pajama pants, a t-shirt, and a phenomenally hideous bathrobe, and he’s all messy-haired and sleepy-eyed, and for a moment you’re panicking because oh shit I woke him up. It’s almost noon, to be fair, but he did have some serious sleep to catch up on. Then you notice the coffee mug in his hand, and after a moment of relief, that morphs into more of a oh shit he’s so fucking beautiful type of panic. 

You’re used to that, though. 

Then you realize he’s staring at you, smiling but puzzled, and you haven’t explained yourself. Oops. 

“Um. Trick or treat yourself day?” you blurt out, hoisting your shopping bags and giggling at your own lame joke. “I… brought you something. Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you — I should’ve texted, I just—”

“You’re always a good surprise,” Spencer says shyly, and then seems to shake himself. “Come in. Sorry. Coffee?” 

“Please.” 

You set down your shopping bags and follow him to the kitchen, where he fixes you a mug of your own — exactly how you like it, because of course he remembers. Then he takes a couple deep gulps of his own sugar-sludge and tops it up, and by the time you go back out to the living room, he’s starting to look vaguely awake. 

“What’s all this about?” he finally asks, head cocked to look curiously at the bags. 

“Well,” you start slowly. Now that you have to say it out loud, it sounds even more stupid. “I was thinking a treat yourself day would be a lot more fun with company, and it seems like… maybe you’re overdue for some of that? For… self-indulgence, and just, like, enjoying yourself without worrying. And you deserve it. So. You wanna?” 

His eyes are soft and bright, oddly vulnerable, and a smile spreads slowly across his face, twitchy at the edges like he’s not sure he’s allowed to smile yet. 

“Really? I don’t know what to do, though.” 

“Well, I have some ideas about that. But first, you gotta make a deal with me.” The way he’s beaming makes you feel a whole lot more confident as you tell him, very seriously, “This is the sacred covenant of treat yourself day. You have to solemnly swear to do whatever you want. Anything you can dream up. Indulge every whim. Take an oath to give in to every one of your silly, random, frivolous desires, without any form of self-denial or doubt. Can you do that, Spencer?” 

“I can try,” he says, and his voice cracks. It’s like he can’t shape the words, with the way his smile has taken over his entire face. 

“Okay, good enough. And… I have a few ideas.” 

“Like what?” 

You shrug. “Like… some things I thought maybe you didn’t get to do as a kid? Here, let me—”

You rummage until you find what you were looking for, and then you turn around, holding it out like an offering. Spencer’s mouth drops open. 

“Is that a Captain Kirk costume?” he asks squeakily. 

“It’s a Captain Kirk onesie,” you correct. “And it’s for you.” 

“Holy—” 

He shucks the bathrobe and sets down his coffee hastily, and he’s zipping the onesie up before you can say “Beam me up,” looking down at himself with this joy on his face, totally giddy in a way you’ve never seen him before, and holy hell, even if he hates the rest of your ideas, this will be one hundred fifty percent worth it for the memory of that smile on Spencer’s face. 

“I have one too,” you admit, and pull your Chewbacca onesie out of your backpack. Once you’re both appropriately attired, you tell him, “Next order of business is cartoons.” 

“I don’t actually have TV?” he says apologetically. “I mean, I have a TV, but it’s only for —” 

You grin. “I came prepared, though!” 

Spencer’s the only person you know who still has a VHS player, but you’ve been holding onto some things you rescued from your parents’ attic a while back; you find your VHS of Tom & Jerry cartoons and wave it at him triumphantly. 

“I’ve never watched that before.” He examines the cover, bemused. 

“It’s essential viewing.” 

“Okay,” he says slowly.

While he performs whatever arcane ritual makes his ancient TV work (there’s like a rain dance and an animal sacrifice involved, you’re pretty sure) you settle on the couch, nesting in all the blankets and sipping your coffee contentedly. Spencer presses play and sits down next to you, but you can feel his uncertainty; he’s holding himself stiffly, and he keeps sneaking glances at you. 

“Spit it out,” you tell him, a few minutes in. “If you hate it, you can just say so, Spence. I won’t take it personally.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not that! I just — is this really how you want to spend your Saturday?” 

“What do you mean?” You have a Chewbacca onesie, a perfect cup of coffee, and great company; you’re not entirely sure how this could get any better. 

“Doing nothing,” he mumbles. “This is… there are so many things you could be doing. Don’t you have a whole list of things you wanted to do? But instead… I don’t know. You’re here. With me.” 

Sometimes you want to scream until he realizes how awesome he is, but the screaming is probably not the best way to convey that particular message. 

Instead, you keep your voice very quiet as you tell him, “There is absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” 

It’s a little too true. Your cheeks burn as you turn back to the TV, trying not to dwell on the way you can see him watching you in your peripheral vision. 

“Okay,” he says hoarsely. He settles himself more comfortably into the blanket nest, and before long, he’s giggling along with you. 

You watch in peaceful silence for a little while, but at some point, Spencer’s stomach growls, and you pause the tape to make food — chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, as per his verdict on “ultimate treat food.” As it turns out, he knows a lot about the science of cooking, but not a whole lot about the actual practice, so he sits cross-legged in a chair and directs you to various cabinets as you measure and mix and whisk. When you get the batter poured out on the griddle, he’s pattering on about the chemical differences between baking soda and baking powder. 

He looks utterly dismayed when the first chocolate chip hits his forehead. Turns out his lack of hand-eye coordination applies to mouth-eye coordination too, and the floor is littered with semi-sweet projectiles before he actually catches one, but he’s laughing, so you really can’t bring yourself to care. 

The pancakes are a total success. When you’re both stuffed and sugar-high, you grab the syrupy plates and bring them to the sink for a quick rinse. 

“You don’t have to,” Spencer protests. You ignore him. His next words are much softer, scratchy and hoarse: “Thank you. I don’t — just — thank you.” 

“Nothing to thank me for,” you say briskly. Then you turn around, and you freeze, because he’s a whole lot closer than you thought he was; he’s right there, close enough that you could reach out and run your fingers through his hair, or trace the sharp line of his jaw. 

He has a tiny streak of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth, right where his lips curl up as he smiles, and for a second you can barely breathe with how much you want to stand up on your tiptoes and see if he tastes as sweet as he looks. 

For a second he looks like he wants you to. He’s frozen too, for a moment, and you can hear his breath catch, but then he scoops you up in a hug, squeezing tight. And yeah, it’s just friendly, but it’s a hug from Spencer, and that happens rarely enough that it feels like a treat of its own, so you go with it, forehead pressed to his shoulder, heart racing.

When he releases you, you tell yourself you’re not disappointed. 

“Right,” you say, bossy to cover how flustered you feel. “Back to business.” 

“I think I need more practice sitting still,” Spencer confesses, following you back out to the couch. “It feels weird just… not doing anything.” 

You pause, deliberating. “Well, we could keep our hands busy?” 

With a quick rummage, you produce paint and an extra large pad of paper, holding them up for Spencer’s inspection. He frowns. 

“I don’t have any paintbrushes.” 

“They’re finger paints,” you say, grinning, and he laughs. 

“Of course they are.” 

You set everything up on the coffee table while Spencer presses play, and the two of you sit down on the floor, side by side. Spencer looks down at his onesie, then at the paint, frowning. 

“It’s all washable, Spencer.” 

“Still,” he mumbles. “I don’t want to take it off, but —” 

He unzips the onesie halfway, peeling the arms off and letting the fabric bunch up around his waist. 

“There we go, putting that genius brain to work,” you tease, but you’re touched that he cares enough about your present to worry about stains. 

It’s hard to ignore how close you’re sitting. You do your best, keeping your eyes on either the TV or your masterpiece of Abstract Expressionism, but Spencer’s knee is pressed to yours, a constant warm pressure, and your hands keep brushing as you both reach for containers of paint, and you can smell him, like vanilla and maybe old books. The whole thing has you feeling flushed. 

Other than that, though, it’s comfortable. It’s always been easy to talk to Spencer, which makes sense considering how much he knows about every subject imaginable, but it surprises you sometimes how easy it is not to talk to him, too. Silence isn’t awkward, with him. Neither of you say anything for the next hour or so. You just giggle at the TV and paint, wordless and companionable, and it’s the happiest you’ve felt in… longer than you care to admit. 

Life is rarely perfect, especially not in your line of work, but this? This is pretty close. 

As the credits start to play, you stretch, and then you look at his paper. It takes you a second to recognize yourself, but the likeness is unmistakable. Spencer’s got the exact angle of your eyebrow when you’re looking at him skeptically — apparently you do that often enough that he’s memorized the expression. He somehow managed to capture your smile, the curve of your lips, all in tiny delicate pinky-strokes of purple and turquoise… trust Dr. Spencer Reid to bring that level of precision to finger-painting, and oh god you are not going to think about his fingers any more. 

“Do you like it?” 

“Yeah,” you manage. You clear your throat. “Yeah, I really do.” 

Then he makes it worse by rubbing the side of his neck, bashful and self-conscious, smearing blue-green paint from his collarbone to the sharp line of his jaw, and he’s so busy smiling at you that he doesn’t seem to notice. He swallows, and his Adam’s apple dips, shifting a streak of color, making it flicker. It’s such a silly thing, but it draws your attention to his skin — makes you want to touch. Worst of all, it reminds you that he’s already art, that the shape of him, the delicate precise way he’s put together, is more beautiful than anything you’ve ever seen in a museum. 

It reminds you that you want some things you can never, ever have. 

“You’ve got — um,” you say, gesturing helplessly. He blinks at you, slow like he’s coming out of a trance, and tucks his hair behind his ear, smearing more paint there before he remembers. You giggle, sharp and nervous, and it breaks the tension all at once. Spencer laughs too, rolling his eyes at himself. You get up clumsily to go grab a wet paper towel from the kitchen. 

The moment is gone, but your heart is still racing. 

“What’s next?” Spencer asks softly, once you’re both cleaned up. 

He missed a tiny spot; there’s a blue smudge right at the corner of his jaw, and you want to touch it, feel it under your fingertips, see if the skin is as soft as it looks, right there where the bone stretches it thin. 

“Blanket fort,” you blurt out, before you can do anything embarrassing. 

His eyes light up. 

It really shouldn’t surprise you that Spencer and his engineering PhD make quick work of a pile of sheets and clothespins. You’re pretty sure that he could revolutionize the entire field of blanket fort construction, if left to his own devices, but you keep poking him when he gets lost in his head or starts muttering calculations to himself. The point is having fun. 

The end result is a lot more Frank Lloyd Wright than any of your childhood creations, but Spencer looks absolutely gleeful, so. It’s the spirit of the thing. 

“One more thing,” you say. “Do you have any Christmas lights?” 

Spencer frowns. “I don’t — oh! Wait!” 

He runs to the closet, and he ends up halfway inside the closet, digging around on his hands and knees. You’re about to make a crack about Narnia when he comes out, holding up a box with a triumphant smile. 

You read the label: “Halloween decorations 3 of 4.” 

Because of course Spencer Reid has Halloween lights. He pulls out several long ropes of them; a couple are shaped like tiny skulls, one is strung with Jack-o-Lanterns, and two could pass as Christmas lights if they weren’t orange and purple. You help him detangle the knot of them and drape them over and through your fort, and when you turn out the normal lights and draw his heavy curtains, the whole thing glows in patches of orange and purple and white. 

“After you,” you tell Spencer, and he crawls in without any more prompting. 

There’s more than enough room to sit up, but Spencer is lying down on his back in the nest of blankets and pillows that you’d relocated from the couch. He’s staring up at the “ceiling” in silence, eyes glittering with some unreadable expression where they catch the twinkling shards of light. You make yourself comfortable next to him, looking up and wondering what he’s seeing. 

“I always wondered what the appeal was,” he whispers. “Of blanket forts. And… childhood in general, I guess.” 

“You grew up pretty fast, huh?” you say quietly. 

“Yeah. And I never — I feel like most of the team doesn’t take me seriously sometimes. Like I’m still a kid to them. I always feel like I have to prove myself.” 

Your instinct is to deny it automatically, but you know what he means. They laugh him off for his quirks, for the way he gets excited about things and for the things he gets excited about. That’s what’s so incredible about him, though: that dichotomy of knowledge and curiosity, the breathless excitement when he makes a discovery.

“I liked pretending I had my own little world,” you tell him. “Blanket forts. Felt like I could actually shut all the bad things out.” 

“Still feels like that,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Nothing wrong with acting like a child, sometimes. We need that. Even if it’s just pretend.” 

“I think I get it now.” 

“Hmm?”

He’s silent for a long moment before he says, “In here, everything’s perfect.” 

“Or we can pretend it is.” 

You turn your head to find Spencer looking at you, and he doesn’t look away when your eyes meet. You barely want to blink for fear of breaking whatever spell you’re under. 

There’s something raw and earnest and almost scared shining all over his face, like you’re catching a glimpse of the child he used to be, before the world taught him to put on a brave face and keep his most intense feelings to himself. It makes you feel shaky in ways you were really not prepared for. 

There’s a heavy moment of silence. You’re painfully aware of how loud your breathing sounds. 

It’s a hell of a thing, to have his focus like this. You fell in love with him watching him work; you know how intensely he can devote himself to a task, to a puzzle, to a map… and every so often, when the two of you talk, he focuses all that brilliance on you, and he listens so completely that you feel his attention like a spotlight. 

That’s when he usually looks away, dropping his gaze like it’s something to be embarrassed about, because too many people have told him to stop staring. 

He’s not looking away now. He turns onto his side to completely face you, curling up in that sweetly childish way with his hands between his cheek and the pillow, and you mirror him.

“Feels like we’re alone.” 

He’s right; there are no distractions, no excuses to be made, no interruptions. It’s just the two of you, and it’s terrifying. 

“Feels safe,” you whisper, because that’s true too. Your heart is racing, and it’s like you can hear your pulse in your ears, but it’s the quietest sort of panic you’ve ever felt. “I think that was exactly what I wanted, after the last couple weeks. To get away. To feel safe.” 

There’s an orange light throwing most of his face into shadow, but you can see the corner of his mouth a little too clearly. You’re maybe a foot apart. It would be so easy — 

“We don’t get that often.” His voice is barely more than a breath. 

“Safety?” 

“That too, but —” His breath hitches, and he clears his throat. “What we want. I don’t usually get what I want, but this was — this was very close to perfect.” 

“Yeah, well, when is life ever perfect?” You manage a smile. “What would make it perfect? If you could have anything.”

“It’s not something I can have, though.” 

“So pretend. It’s just us, and there are no rules today. What would it be?”  

He bites his lip. “I don’t think —” 

“For once in your life, Spencer, stop overthinking it,” you half-laugh, and then he’s propping himself up on one elbow, shifting forward, leaning closer, close close close until he’s all you can see, and —

He kisses you. 

It’s the most gentle, feather-light brush of a kiss you’ve ever felt, barely more than a graze of his parted lips over yours. It’s there, and then it’s gone again before you can even begin to process the sensation. 

As your eyes flutter open you can already see the fear setting in, dark intense gaze fixed on you as he inhales sharply. 

You’re still trying to remember how to breathe; you’re too stunned to react beyond blinking at him. 

“I’m sorry. Can we just —” He shakes his head, hand over his mouth like he’s trying to hold onto the kiss. “Do you think we could pretend — can we pretend I didn’t do that? I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t want to pretend,” you say shakily.  

He stares. 

This doesn’t seem real. It’s such a strange moment that you might as well be trapped in a Dali canvas. There’s fingerpaint on his face, and he’s wearing a Captain Kirk command uniform onesie, and there’s a tiny Jack-o-Lantern glowing over his head. If you’d imagined the “perfect” moment, this would not be it. 

But you reach out, running your fingertips over the dark smudge of paint on his jaw, and the skin is hot and smooth. He shivers at the touch. It’s real. 

“Spencer?” Your throat is tight, but you manage a choked, “I want you to kiss me again.” 

He does, with a careful hand cupped to your cheek and a smile curling his lips when they meet yours. You run your fingers through his hair, and you both laugh when they catch on dried paint. 

“Perfect,” he whispers. 

It really is. 

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