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pandorxxx · 1 year

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The quiet game

Lo’ak (19) x metkayina fem reader (18)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, mentions of spit, hair pulling, chocking, intense orgasms, p in v, creampie, DOM Lo’ak, degrading kink, praise kink, slapping.

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“Stooop! Before we get caught!” You whined, head bobbing with every hard thrust he sent your way.

“If you’d just shut the fuck up, we wouldn’t have to worry about that!” He growled, sandwiching you in between him and the tree, which so happened to be the only thing hiding you from the crowded beach.

“y-you know I can’t k- ngh! keep quiet when you fuck me like this!” You moaned, throwing your head back on the tree as tears welled in your eyes from the pleasure.

“Mhmm, keep talking to me mama, tell me how I make you feel!” He moaned breathily, tilting his head to watch you fall apart in his arms.

“Y-you make me feel ssss-oooo good!” You moaned deliriously, still trying your best to keep your voice down.

“You make me feel sooooo good, too!” He mocked, chuckling at you before kissing your lips. He slowed his pace down for a moment, sending you long, deep strokes as his lips struggled to keep you quiet.

“Mmm, lo’ak pleaseee! I-i can’t keep quiet!” You cried, pulling away from the kiss. He stared into your eyes with a slight smirk, still keeping his same pace. One really hard thrust and your jaw dropped as your eyes went wide, silencing you immediately.

“Problem solved.” He grunted, kissing your breasts before trailing up to your agape mouth, sliding his tongue in to play with yours. You became dead weight, sliding down the tree slowly as your eyes rolled back.

“You’re so fucking dramatic, I love it!” He hissed, holding you up as he sped up the pace. Your head dropped on his shoulder as you spazzed in his arms, still unable to catch the breath that was ripped away from you.

“Come on, mama! Wake up for me!” He chuckled, pushing your head to the tree, slapping you hard. He felt your juices flowing down his leg like a waterfall, as you finally took a deep breath.

“Ohhhh lo’ak!” You cried, tears flowing down your face. He looked behind the tree, seeing people briefly looking in his direction. He nodded at you, wiping your tears away while he pumped into you slowly, letting you ride out your high.

“I know, y/n, but keep your voice down!” He whispered, laying you on the ground gently. He flipped you to the side, before laying on the ground behind you. He held your leg up, bending it all the way back until your knee was grazing your ear.

“Hold your leg for me, mama.” He commanded, and you swiftly snaked your hand around the back of your knee, holding it where he wanted it. He slid into you with ease, snaking his entire arm around your throat, giving him leverage to rut into you at the speed of light.

“Ohhh wow…” He moaned, taking in your flexible position, as he listened to your soft whimpers, burying his face into your curly hair. You threw your head down, looking at the source of your pleasure.

“Mmmm Lo’ak!” You whined loudly, making his eyes widen. He used his free hand to cup your mouth.

“no, no! SHUT UP!” He muttered through a clenched jaw, holding your neck tighter. He thrusted into you harder, making it impossible for you to be quiet. His hand was still over your mouth, muffling your soft moans as your drool slid through his fingers.

“Bro, what is that sound?” Lo’ak heard very familiar voices say, creeping closer to the tree that hid you two.

“You better keep your fucking mouth shut, mama! Wouldn’t want Neteyam and Ao’nung seening you like this, would you?” Lo’ak grunted, still thrusting into you hard, and deep. Your eyes widened in embarrassment, afraid that the two boys might come around the tree, and see you contorted like a pretzel, completely at the mercy of lo’ak.

“Where was that sound coming from anyway?” Aonung asked, walking past the tree. You bit the inside of your cheek to muffle your moans even more, until their voices became faint the farther they walked.

“You’re such a good girl for me, obeying my orders like a good little slut!” Lo’ak chuckled, taking his hand away from your mouth as your spit flowed through his fingers. You immediately gasped loudly, whimpering in pleasure as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Lo’ak, I’m g-gonna!” You whimpered, biting your lip to mute your cries. He grabbed your hips, using them as leverage to thrust upwards into you, hitting your sweetspot repeatedly.

“YES! Cum on this dick!” He growled, grabbing your hair with one hand, twisting it around his forearm, bending your head back alittle.

“FUCK!” You shouted shamelessly, ready to deal with the consequences later.

“Last time I’m gonna tell you to keep your mouth shut, before I rip your pretty little head off!” He grunted, tugging on your hair harder.

“Mmm I’m cumming!” You whimpered lowly, shutting your eyes tightly. He slapped your ass with his free hand, sitting up so that your back was flush to his chest.

“Do what you gotta do, but don’t fucking scream, mama!” He growled in your ear. You bit your lip, whimpering as you rode him. You started convulsing, balling your face up in pleasure as you came once again, this time coating his cock in your white cream.

“Such a good girl!” He muttered, kissing your cheek, as he shifted to his knees behind you, pushing your head into the sand beneath you.

“I-I can’t take anymore!” You whimpered, muffled by the sand filling your mouth. You buckled under him, using your arms to lazily crawl from underneath him. He quickly grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back before picking your hips up, bringing them to his pelvis.

“You think you can run away from me? Give up on ME? Huh?” He growled in your ear, spreading your legs apart with his knee.

“NO! Lo’ak, please!” Your eyes widened, feeling his cock poke your entrance, before sliding all the way in. You gasped loudly, holding your breath as you tried your best not to make a sound.

“Please, what? Such a needy little slut!” He grunted, speeding up the pace, gripping your wrists hard enough to cut off circulation.

“I c-cannot keep quiet any longer!” You whined, rolling your eyes back as you felt him hit your sweet spot with each thrust. He peeked out on to the shore, chuckling softly.

“You might wanna keep quiet princess, I see your father in the clearing.” He whispered, smacking your ass hard. Your eyes widened, lifting your head to see tonowari chatting with the natives.

“Lo’ak, please! I-I’m gonna be in soooo much trouble.” You whined, digging your head back into the sand as your legs trembled under you.

“We won’t get caught, if you shut that pretty little mouth of yours.” He chuckled breathlessly, kissing your back.

“Could you imagine what your father would think if he saw you right now? Huh?” He asked, before bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth, slapping your ass hard. So hard that Tonowari stopped talking, snapping his head in the direction of the tree. Your heart dropped as you instantly went quiet. Lo’ak deemed this the perfect time to roll his hips into you, grazing your sweet spot with every thrust. Your jaw dropped, still keeping a close eye on your father as he looked around in confusion.

“What was that?” Tonowari asked, placing his hands on his hips as he scanned the beach. He listened for a few more seconds before going back to his conversation.

“Such a good girl, mama! I’m almost done, just alittle longer, ok?” He bent down, French kissing your shoulder.

“Mhmmm! Ok!” You moaned, rolling your eyes in pleasure as your long hair shielded your vision. He sped up, contorting his face in absolute satisfaction as he felt your walls pulsate around him.

You knew your orgasm was coming, and that it was going to be intense. Your body felt tingly, as beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Your abdomen started to contract, as the knot tightened in your core. Your toes curled as your body started vibrating.

“Lo’ak! I-I’m gonna scream!” You whimpered, tears flowing down your face. He pulled you up by your hair, before placing his hands around your neck, using it as leverage to rut into you with no remorse.

Your mouth flew opened again, as your eyes widened. Your moans got caught in your throat, as you felt him drill into you deep, from behind.

“Luck for you, your fathers walking away. Hold that shit until he’s gone.” He growled through gritted teeth, angling his hips to thrust up into you.

Your eyes trailed your fathers every step, desperately waiting for him to walk away. Once he disappeared from your line of sight, you let out a breathily moan, shutting your eyes tightly.

“cumming! cumming! cumming!” You chanted as quietly as you could before, convulsing under lo’ak.

“Mhmm me too, mama!” He moaned, throwing his head back as his eyes rolled in pleasure, shooting his load deep inside you. You were right behind him, squirting so hard that the force pushed him out of you. You collapsed onto the ground, twitching uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back. He watched you intently, before flipping you over on your back.

“You’re ok baby.” He reassured you, rubbing your trembling thighs, as you whimpered, still enduring your intense orgasm. He hovered over you, scanning your sensitive state before speaking:

“Whatever you do, don’t scream…”

Last story of the week🫶🏽. Sorry it took so long. I was at work unfortunately😒, but I hope y’all liked it and as always, I love ya’ll to death and I’ll talk to y’all later!!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Accidentally calling you ‘daddy’ - Tokyo Rev Headcannons pt. 1

Mikey

It happened when Mikey was deep in subspace, eyes rolled to the back of his head while you slammed into him sharply

He hadn't said much in a while, mostly sobs and broken moans coming from him until one particular thrust hit his prostate and a dry orgasm hit him

“Daddy!” He said breathlessly, back arched impossibly high off of the bed as the title fell from his lips

Genuinely doesn't remember saying it. Most of the stuff he says goes unremembered when he's that deep in subspace anyways

You could probably convince him to call you that more often if you condition him to do so

If he wants to cum from now on he has to call you daddy. And as long as you're dicking him down to his liking, Mikey doesn't really have a problem with this

Chifuyu

“It just...slipped out, all right? It's not a big deal...” He says with a deep crimson spreading through his whole face. Your wide-eyed stare turning predatory as you thrust into him roughly

It was a happy accident really. One that turned you into a fucking animal in heat based on how rough you were being now

Chifuyu has no time to be embarrassed right now while you're drilling into his wet hole

“Say it again. Daddy liked that a lot~ ” You growled, tugging at his fluffy hair while your teeth grazed his neck

“Oh fuck... aaahh daddy!! C-cumming—!! ”

Kazutora

Utters an “Ooohh daddy...” while you're fucking him from behind

Kazutora quickly realizes what he just said and becomes super apologetic! Looking like he's on the verge of tears because he's afraid that he had upset you somehow...

“Shh it's alright, I'm not upset. That was kinda hot, Tora.” You said, smirking at your sweet boy. “Won't you say it again for me?”

His breath hitched at your gentle request, nodding as he swallowed dryly

You picked up the pace again, sliding your cock in and out until Kazutora moaned out, “Mmm daddy...harder...”

Kisaki

Oh god he's embarrassed... legitimately starts sweating when the realization hits him...

The feeling of your fat cock hitting so deep inside of him must've had him really worked up, because without thinking Kisaki shouted “Ah! Daddy! Yes right there–!! ”

Within the next few seconds you paused, still buried inside of him, and his eyes shot open, stuttering an explanation

“W-wait I didn't...di-didn't mean that...I just...”

“It's alright. Daddy really liked that.” You purred, snapping your hips into his as punctuation. “Can you feel how much daddy liked that, Tetta? ”

Hanma

Shuji's slender legs crossed behind you, pushing your dick even deeper inside of him, repeatedly hitting his prostate at this new angle

It was then that he babbled out exclamations and curses, and a mindless “Fuck me daddy...yeah, oh god–!! ” slipped off the tongue

You slowed down, blinking down at your sweetheart in surprise

Shuji opened his eyes and panted, “Oh shit... didn't mean for that to come out...”

Exhaling a laugh, you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Well lucky you, daddy's into that. Say it again. Louder, yeah?”

He bit his lip, wrapping his arms around your neck as you began pounding into him again

“Shiiitt right there...please daddy it feels so good~ ”

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,167 words | established relationship, intimate sex, creampie, size kink, they're so in love it's gross <3

mornings with wakatoshi always start the same. he takes a moment to feel you there, warm and soft in his arms, stray strands of hair tickling his nose. then he detangles his limbs from yours, slowly, carefully, intent on not disturbing your sleep. even so, he can’t resist placing a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, your skin cool where the stretched neckline of his shirt has slipped off. he pulls the duvet over your body and he could swear the corners of your lips tug into a small smile as you clutch it to your chest.

despite his size, he moves quietly around the room, wooden doors and drawers close softly, almost without sound as he picks out his running gear. his eyes flickering over to your bed after every movement, making sure you’re still asleep. avoids the creaky floorboards and doesn’t walk too close to the dresser that rattles under the weight of his steps.

you’re always in the shower by the time he’s back from his run. and you always beckon him in, your arms tight around his waist and your head resting on his chest as the water drips over you. it’s too hot, a cold shower has countless more benefits for the body. but it doesn’t compare to the benefit of spending just a few more minutes close to you, feeling your lips brush against his skin, the sweet sound of your voice as you mumble “just five more minutes. we have time.”

wakatoshi doesn’t actually have time but he stays anyway, he’ll just drink his protein shake in the car to make up for it. but he’s halfway down the stairs of the building when a realisation hits, and then he’s sprinting back up.

you perk up at the sound of the front door opening, but before you can even ask the question, he’s in front of you. a little breathless and flushed as he bends at the waist, face level with yours. “i forgot my kisses.”

you huff, “wakatoshi you’re so silly,” but your heart swells and quickens and stops at the same time. your hands pull him in as you press tender kisses to his forehead, then his left cheek, the right cheek, down to his chin, and finally a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“have a good day, my love.” he crashes his lips onto yours. “i love you.”

“i love you.” then he’s gone again.

but there’s nothing like days when there’s nowhere to be and nothing to do, when he doesn’t have to unwind himself from you. his arm tucked under your head, tingling under the weight of it, but sometimes you nuzzle your face into his skin and he wouldn’t dare miss out on that. he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, drowns in the scent of your shampoo, the scent of him that’s clinging to you. feels the rise and fall of your belly under his hand with every inhaled breath. the pads of his fingers snug against it, warm where your skin meets his.

in awe of how soft you feel in his arms, the perfect fit of your smaller frame against his body hardened with decades of rigorous training. his thoughts drift, so aware of his length resting against your lower back, twitching every time your plush lips part and then smack back together. oh and how badly he wants to kiss you, feel your lashes flutter against his cheek as your eyes open. he settles for a kiss on the shoulder, as every other day. but he feels as though his mouth has glued to your skin, pressing wet kisses all up your neck to the curve of your jaw.

you sigh, light and needy, your body curving into his. “wakatoshi,” his name stretches across your tongue, lazy with sleep, “so eager, big guy.”

his hand moves down, under the hem of your panties to where your thighs are sticking together. “good morning, my love.” skin soft and feverishly warm, his long fingers slip through your folds, slow and tender, his lips still etching open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. “did i wake you?”

“mmm n-no,” the arch in your back deepens, soft moans spilling into your pillow, hips bucking, trying to find some purchase against his hand. but he only holds you closer, and you can feel him hot and leaking where your bodies meet.

you reach down, your fingers pressing into his. “i want you.”

he feels as if the earth has stopped spinning.

“turn around,” his voice even deeper and slightly strained as he speaks against the edge of your collarbone, “i want to look at you.”

face to face, your lips are barely touching, there’s no rush. no urgency. taking the time to feel him next to you, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. the taste of him on your tongue. the dip of rigid muscle under your nails. the soft flesh of his shoulder between your teeth as you bite into it.

his hands revere over your body, melting into your hips, the small of your waist. light as they are cup your cheeks before he kisses you deeply. blinking slowly as he pulls away. the air between you thick with the promise that he’s yours and yours only.

he guides your leg to wrap around his waist, smoothing over the length of it as he rocks against you, so close you can barely move. the ache only growing as the tip of his cock rubs over your heat only separated by thin cotton already damp with your slick.

you cling to him, arms curling around his neck, heel digging into his back. “toshi,” pleading as you tuck your face into his broad chest, “please, w-want you inside me.”

panties peeled to the side, he grabs at the fat of your ass, spreading you open. and you gasp at the stretch as he pushes against your entrance. his jaw tight as he buries his length into your core, so deep his tip is pushing against your cervix.

you are a mess of entangled limbs, sweat dripping between heated bodies fading into each other underneath a thick duvet. he ruts into you slowly, feeling every flutter of your pussy, feeling your chest stutter with every moan.

he kisses you just as slowly, licking into your mouth, his hand on the back of your neck. he steals your whimpers as you squeeze tight around him, sharp nails break the skin of his shoulder blades as you cum. and he finally lets go, with his forearm clamping around your hips, holding you still, snug in his arms, deep grunts caught in the crook of your neck.

head resting on his chest, the mix of your slick and his cum hot where it dribbles down your thigh. barely hanging onto consciousness, you mindlessly trail your fingers over the ridged plane of his stomach. “can we stay like this all day?”

“of course.”

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ashisill · 7 months

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Stay forever

Warnings: Cock warming, penetration (unprotected), waken by oral (m receiving), overstimulated.

You were woken up suddenly by the sound of crackling thunder. Your boyfriend Jake wasn’t bothered in the slightest. You let your eyes adjust to the darkness, and turned towards Jake.

“Jakey?” You sighed when he didn’t respond. “Jakey are you awake?” You knew he wasn’t, but tried anyways. You laid your head on his chest, and listened to his heart beat before drifting back to sleep.

The thunder woke you yet again. This time Jakes arm rested protectively around your waist. “Mmm Jakey you awake?”.

“Nope still asleep doll” Jake awaited the giggle that was sure to leave you.

Surely enough he was right, and a soft giggle escaped you “Right”

“Shhh just listen to the rain” he said. You both fell quite as Jake drifted back to sleep.

“Jakey?”

You shook him … no response. Jake is the most heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met. The word could be falling apart, and he’d still be passed out. You gently laid against him chest to chest. You felt his semi-hard cock against your leg.

You slowly moved down till your lips met his boxers. You kissed him through the cloth before sliding them down. “Hmm” he stired, but didn’t wake. You licked up the side of him, and his hand found it’s place in your hair. You moved the cover back, and his eyes were still shut.

You questioned if he was still asleep, but continued anyways. He harden against your mouth, and then pushed you down. He’s awake. You took him in all the way as he shoved you down deeper. You pulled off his cock with a pop.

“Morning” he said softly.

You didn’t respond, and just swirled your tongue on his tip. You began to suck, and his grip got tighter. “All the way” he said in a low voice. You began to take him in again, and he pushed you down till your nose brushed against his pubic hair. He kept you there till you began to squirm. He pulled you off by your hair, and he let you catch your breath. He did that several more times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

You pulled at his shirt, and he pulled you off immediately “I can’t Jake” you whined.

“Shh pretty girl” he soothed you. “One more time baby”

You whimpered, but obeyed his quest. Letting him guide you, as you tried not to gag.

“Up sweetheart” he patted on his lower belly, telling you to straddle him.

You climbed up him in a hurry, and sat just below his cock. He let you take control which you found odd because it’s very unusual. Jake is very dominant not just during sex, but during your day to day life. Your lucky if he lets you be in charge, and it’s usually if he’s tired or had a long day.

You placed your hand around him, and gently rubbed his tip against your clit. “Does that feel good?”

You nodded your head locking eyes with him. “You know better than that. Use your words”

“Yes” you said softly, and began to line him up.

You slid the tip in, and slowly sank down on him. Instantly his hands found their home on your hips. Instead of moving you sat there feeling him. “Gonna sit in my cock for a while sweet girl?”

“Can I?” You asked him. He laughed softly at the innocences of the question.

“Yes darling” a simple response when really he wanted to pour his heart into you. To tell you how much he loves you. How innocent you made a dirty question seem. ‘Of course you can sit there. You can stay there forever if you’d like’

“Thank you” you said breaking his heart from all the love he feels from you. Everything you do makes him fall harder in love.

“The rain is so nice Jakey” you said starting a casual conversation as if his cock wasn’t buried deep inside you.

“It’s very lovely baby. Did you sleep good?” Jake asked continuing on the conversation.

“I woke up a couple times cause of the thunder, but yes I did” you squeezed around him.

“I can feel that love” Jake told you.

“I know you can baby” you rolled your hips.

“Is the conversation boring you doll?”

“Yes your quite boring Jakey”

He just smiled up at you as you began to grind back and forth. His hands that never left your hips began to move with you. “Jakey?”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I love you”

“I love you too princess. I always will”

You arched your back, and your hands gripped his thighs. He began to circle your clit with his thumb as you picked up your pace.

“Jakey” you said his name, but with nothing to say.

“Yes dear?” You had no response you just needed his voice.

As you bucked your hips frantically overstimulation began to take you over. “ Jakey please”

“I’m here. I’m right here. Fall if you need to I’ll catch you”

Without anymore words spoken you collapsed on his chest. He thrusted up into you, and you place soft kisses on his neck. He came to a stop a told you to lay on your side. A hand snaked around your waist, and he slowly slid himself into you. He threw the covers up around the both of you, and gently fucked into you as you listen to the rain hit the windows. With both his arms now wrapped around you he picked up his pace.

You dropped a hand down to your clit, and began circling with your fingers. Jake moved your hand a took over. Your moans became cries as he fucked you just right. You cried out for him over and over. You began squeezing around him as your body slowly went limp.

“Gonna cum for me now angel?”

You’ve lost your sense of grammar, and just frantically nodded your head. Any other time he tell you to ‘use your words’, but he let this one slide. You gripped his arm as hard as you could. “Just let go I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of you pretty girl. Just let go”

Your orgasm crashed against him. Making your whole body shake with pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, and your vision went dark. “Such a good girl”

“Jake” you shouted. He didn’t have to ask what you needed. He knew you couldn’t take much more.

“I’m right behind you my love. I’m right there. Right fucking there” he released into you with one last thrust.

“Don’t leave yet” you said as he went to pull out.

“I’m not leaving. I’ll stay here forever”

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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what IF james potter let me wash and oil his hair and then we did face masks. like what then.

aerial!! I’ve had this in my inbox for ageesss and I finally got something done, it doesn’t really live up to your ask but that’s ok ig. ilysm <333

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You knock on the bathroom door, one arm full of hair products. “James?”

You hear him shift in the bath, water lapping at the sides of the tub. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure, darling. Door’s unlocked.”

You push the door open with your foot and step in. James is stretched out in the tub, and surrounded, thankfully, by mounds of bubbles. He looks about as relaxed as you’ve ever seen him, only his shoulders and head visible above the water.

He beams when he sees you and his cheeks apple. “Hi,” he says through his pretty smile.

Your face warms. “Hi, baby. How’re you doing?”

James has recently pulled his calf at rugby training. You do feel sorry for him, though he’s prone to pretending it’s super sore even though it’s not, just to get a kiss from you. He seems to ditch that method tonight.

“I’m fine. Perfect now you’re here.” He grins flirtatiously and sticks his arm out over the side of the bath, fingers outstretched. “Wanna get in?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flirting. Somehow this is worse than the whole ‘pretending to be in pain’ thing.

“Can’t, Jamie,” you say, as if you’d ever actually turn down a chance to be ravished by him. You have something else in mind for tonight, though. “I already took a shower.”

James pouts. “Please?” He tilts his head back and throws his arm over his forehead, all drama. “I’m a wounded soldier, baby.”

You sigh. He’s awful. And adorable. “How about I wash your hair instead?”

That perks him up. He sits up fast, the hot water sloshing as he looks to you. “Would you?”

“Of course.” You cross to the tub and set the hair products on the rim. “And I bought some of that hair oil you like today, ‘cos I saw you ran out. I could put that in after?”

James moans. Actually moans. “You’re an angel,” he murmurs. His head rolls against the tub’s edge as he twists to look up at you, his dark eyes so fond you could melt. “Seriously. What did I do to deserve you?”

You flush under his gaze. “It’s just hair oil,” you say quietly, poking his cheek. “Not a big deal.”

“Is too,” Jame argues, and pretends to chomp your finger. You pull away before he can. “That stuff is expensive.”

You figure it’s best not to argue with him. You just shrug and settle on the edge of the tub. James gaze stays on you as you roll up your sleeves and pull back your hair.

“Stop staring and dunk your head,” you tell him, trying your best to sound irritated. It doesn’t work, but James dunks his head anyway.

He emerges with his curls soaking wet and you get to work. Squeezing a good amount of shampoo onto your palm, you scrub your hands together til they’re covered in bubbles. Then you bury your hands in his hair, working shampoo into his lovely curls, over the back of his neck and behind his ears. James practically melts into you, leaning back and tilting his chin up, his head pressing into your hands as he lets out a long sigh.

“Feel nice?” You ask, only half smug.

“Mmm,” is all you get in reply.

You giggle and continue working the soapy bubbles into his hair, massaging his scalp as you go.

When his head is more bubbles than hair, you let your soapy hand slide down his shoulder and give him a squeeze. “Okay. You can rinse now.”

James does as you ask and emerges yet again with his hair wet, shiny and free of bubbles. He shakes his head like a dog and gets you all wet, too. You’re only mildly annoyed.

You condition his hair next, spending probably far too long on it, but his hair’s so lovely and he makes such nice sounds that you can’t help it. You’re sure he doesn’t mind.

When you’re done and James’s curls look all soft and shiny and clean, ready to be oiled if you can ever actually get him to leave the bath, he tilts his head up and gives you a staggering grin.

“Kiss?” He asks, sweet as honey.

You indulge him, not for your own gain, of course. You bend at the waist and press your lips to his, gripping the bathtub with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He kisses you with enough sticky fondness to make your heart race. He smells of soaps and shampoo, sweet and flowery and intoxicating.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says when he pulls away, looking pretty as ever, his eyelashes sparkling with water and his lips kiss bitten.

He’s so lovely you give him another kiss.

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ayyy-pee · 1 year

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imagining casual hookup touya bending you over the bed, admiring the view before he slowly slides into you. he takes his time. he's so gentle with you, his rough hands stroking along your back as your walls stretch for him. you're whimpering at the sensation, struggling to accommodate him. he's just so big.

"you can take it. can't you, baby?" he'll ask as he inches forward. "i know you can"

"y-yes, touya. i can take it," you promise and then he'll lean over you, his lips caressing the shell of your ear.

"oh, you're always so good for me," he'll coo, hissing when he feels your walls clench down on him and he's not even fully inside of you yet.

he'll slide his length the rest of the way in while he's still leaning over you, resting a hand at each side of your head on the bed. he won't move yet. he wants to give you a second to breathe. shit, he wants to give himself a second to breathe because one false move and he might blow his load before he's even started.

that would be fucking humiliating.

he brings a hand up to gently caress one of your ass cheeks, gives it a light tap before he leans back.

"you ready for me?"

and that first nod you give is all he needs before he's thrusting into you at a relentless pace, fucking into you so hard, so deep. it's all you can do to bury your face in the bedsheets and moan to try and keep quiet. you're sure the neighbors will hear you anyway. he's fucking you so good, you can't stop your cries of pleasure. each thrust feels like the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix. it's a pleasurable pain that has tears forming in the corners of your eyes and has you gasping.

touya likes this view the most. you, with your back arched, your ass in the air for him to watch. he loves to see the strings of your mixed arousals connecting you two together when he glances down. he loves to watch his cock disappear inside of you over and over as your tight little cunt swallows him whole. he loves the sucking and squelching sounds your pussy makes when he pulls out for just a second just to push back into you.

touya likes you a lot. hell, touya even thinks he loves you sometimes. he can't help but groan when he thinks about how much.

he won't ever tell you though. he's got shit to do. can't afford any attachments if he's gonna pull off what he needs to in the near future. doesn't mean he can't acknowledge these feelings to himself, can't admire how good you feel to him.

he loves the way your moans sound like a sweet symphony. the way your ass jiggles with every snap of his hips. the way your breath hitches in your throat when he licks his thumb just before he spreads your ass cheeks and presses the tip to your asshole. and oh he loves how that tiny hole clenches ever so slightly when he does.

"relax, baby," he utters softly, rubbing gentle circles over your other entrance. "it's just like we practiced"

and then he's pursing his lips together, watching the long string of spit slap onto his thumb. he rubs his saliva over your hole before he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb inside. it's so fucking tight. makes his mouth fall open with a sigh. he wants to put his dick in there so bad. maybe one day.

"o-oh fuck, touya," you whine. "gonna make me cum"

"mmm, cum for me then, baby" he grunts as he thrusts forward. he keeps pushing into you until his thumb is buried to the knuckle in your ass. and then you do cum, crying out into the bed as your walls suck touya as deep as they can, convulsing around his cock.

touya slows his thrusts, rolling his hips forward slowly as his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. he keeps his leisurely pace, moving his thumb slowly in and out of your ass. the way your hole squeezes around his thick digit...the sight sends him over the edge and he's gritting out a quick: "'m gonna cum, baby. fuck"

he's leaning over you again, one hand next to your head gripping the sheets in a tight fist as he hides his face in your hair, his thumb still pumping in and out of your ass as he fucks into you.

touya is loud, groaning and whimpering as thick, hot ropes of cum shoot rapidly from his cock to fill your pussy. and it's intense. so intense touya can't stop the shudder that shoots through his body with each spurt of cum leaving him.

he's still got his face buried in your hair, grunting as he's pumping into you, still cumming, still filling you up. and then he feels it happen before he can stop it.

he's activated his quirk.

it's an accident, a minor thing. he doesn't think he could've stopped it if he tried. the release just felt too good. in the palm of his hand gripping the sheets, touya sees the dark curls of smoke rise from between his fingers. he lets go of the sheets quickly, wincing when he sees the evidence of singe marks in the fabric. you haven't even come down from the high of your release before you smell the burning scent and turn your head to see touya has apparently cum so hard, he's burned through your fucking sheets. and they were your favorite, too.

he's still inside of you, chuckling and pressing sweet kisses between your shoulder blades.

"sorry, baby. i'll buy you a new set" he promises.

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truetogaia · 1 year

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i saw ur post about sub!jake, imma be waiting for that fic ‼️ ur literally writing has me a chokehold bae

I'm just gonna post it answering you bc I can hihihii I LVOE U

Pairing: Sub!Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, 18+

Warnings: Blowjob, strong language, explicit and mature themes, like use of "Good boy" once, I don't see how thats a warning but YK

Synopsis: Jake is needy thats all

Notes: It's 2:40 am and I JUST finished it, please excuse any bad grammar, i'll edit and fix it tomorrow *SOB* It also lowkey sucks bc IM STILL SUFFERING FROM WRITERS BLOCK IT WONT GO AWAY!!

Word count: around 600!!

Jake’s breathy moans filled your ears as you skillfully planted sloppy kisses along his neck, occasionally letting your sharp fangs drag across his hot, tender skin. His form trembled slightly beneath you, your hand busy tracing gentle shapes up and down his shaft. He mewled when you carefully ran your thumb against his slit, his hips bucking into your hand.

You cherished these moments, adored how obedient and submissive he was, how his ears flicked around intently, listening to every word that seeped from your mouth. But the one thing that made it so satisfactory for you, was that you were able to give him pleasure. The look on his face when he finally reached his climax was etched into the walls of your memories, and you were obsessed with it.

“Please,” his voice was croaky from the hours you had spent teasing his poor, neglected cock, “stop teasn’.. can’t take it anymore y/n- hmnn” You smiled up at him, finally wrapping your warm hands around the base of his needy length. His mouth fell ajar as your smaller hands worked his precum along his shaft, choked moans escaping his throat with each stroke.

You placed a light peck on his angry tip, increasing the speed of your hands, before finally taking it into your wet mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his big cock made Jake’s moans increase in volume, his hands finding a place to sit on top of your braids. You swirled your tongue around his bulbous tip, which earned a loud groan from your mate. You looked up at him through your heavy eyelashes, doe eyes sparkling with stinging tears from taking so much of him, and he swore he could cum right there.

“You’re s’good to me baby, mmm, so so good..” His hips lifted from the ground subconsciously, jerking his cock further into the warmth of your hot mouth. You felt his hands grip your hair tightly, and you braced yourself. Jake was so needy, so desperate for release that you finally decided to let him take control. He began pounding his thick length into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat him.

His tip abused the same spot in the back of your throat with each lustful thrust of his snapping hips, and you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. “Oh baby, yes, fuck- hnghhh.. your mouth is so good-” His heavy balls slapped against your chin with each buck, thrusts turning erratic as he fucked himself deeper down your sore throat. His orgasm was approaching rapidly and he could no longer control the noises and moans leaving his mouth.

You held out for as long as you could, but considering you couldn’t get any air with the way your nose was basically buried in Jake’s abdomen, your vision was fading bit by bit. The feeling of Jake’s hot seed finally releasing itself into your welcoming mouth made you jump. When he was finished, he slowly pulled out of your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.. I got a bit carried away. I didn't hurt you, did I?.” His eyes carried a genuine, apologetic look, and a warm smile settled on your features. You placed a hand on his thigh, lifting yourself up to stand above him.

“No, It’s okay, love. You were a good boy anyway.” He looked up at your figure with an admiring gaze, taking in all of your ethereal curves and shapes. And just like that, his cock was rock hard again.

RAHH ITS SO BAD ONCE AGAIN IM SORRY IDK WHATS GOING ON WITH MY WRITING MMMMM IM GONNA CRY and now im going to bed goodnight ♡

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abiiors · 7 months

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sick days 💊 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 9

a/n: based very much on the irl bf who immediately turns into a sickly, dying victorian man whenever he has the sniffles cw: medication i guess, but other than that just fluff wc: 900

george giggles at another sneeze and promptly shuts up when you glare at him. today has not been a good day, your whole body hurts, nose runny and red and your throat feels like you’ve swallowed glass.

“george,” you whine, struggling to scold him. the warm tea in your hands has done very little to soothe your throat.

he presses his lips together in an attempt to stop the grin but it’s futile, the smile slips anyway. george, doting and loving boyfriend that he is, has spent the past ten minutes giggling at your red nose, even going so far as to calling you rudolf. he claims it’s affectionate. you settle for giving him one final warning glare before closing your eyes and trying to block out the world, desperately wishing for this terrible day to end.

“aww, my sick baby,” he coos, scooting closer. seconds later, you feel a tiny kiss on your forehead and despite the discomfort you give him a small smile.

teasing aside, he has been very caring—bringing you warm soup for lunch and making you tea as often as you ask for it. he’s checked your temperature every hour even when it’s not necessary because you barely have a fever. he even did a chemist run to get more paracetamol, lemsip and some ice cream.

all in all, his teasing really is affectionate. so when he gets in bed next to you, pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, you don’t protest too much.

“gonna catch a cold, babe,” you warn, snuggling in further.

he snickers, “doesn’t seem like you’re too bothered by that. besides,” he sniffs primly, “i don’t catch the common cold.”

you roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see you. sure, he’s “immune” but it’s only a bad cold. even if he catches it, he’ll live.

“right…” you reply about to say something more before your body launches into a small coughing fit. george dutifully rubs your back until it passes and holds out the bottle of cough syrup in front of you.

once you’re done swallowing the bittersweet liquid, you go back to snuggling into his chest, eyes getting heavier by the minute. it’s not long until sleep drags you under.

it’s only when you wake up again that you register how warm and sticky everything is. it’s like being trapped inside a humid furnace. surprisingly though, the warmth radiating around you is not yours. despite the residual soreness, you feel completely fine; no sore throat, no runny nose or aching body which can only mean one thing…

right on cue, george groans feebly behind you.

you slowly open your eyes, squinting against the unexpected brightness in the room. as your vision adjusts, you realize that you're no longer wrapped in your own blankets, but rather cocooned in his arms, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

"george?" you murmur, voice still raspy from before.

he stirs and lets out another soft groan, burying his face in your hair. "ugh, i feel awful," george mumbles.

a rush of guilt floods over you. you shouldn’t have let him come so close to you, should have kept him at arm’s length…

you turn in his arms to see his face, and he looks even worse than you did earlier in the day. his nose is red, and his eyes are watery, and he's sniffling. it's clear that the cold has hit him hard, worse than whatever you had.

"oh no, baby," you coo sympathetically, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, and frown when you realise he’s burning up.

you never had a fever. whatever he has is definitely worse.

“i think i’m dying,” he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sniffling dramatically. despite the guilt, that makes you giggle.

“mmm, thought you were above the common cold?” you tease, still stroking a hand over his head just the way he likes it. george might be a giant but you know what a baby he can be when he’s ill. besides, you’re feeling much better so you might as well assume the nurse duties.

george grumbles. “don’t be mean, i’m ill.”

fever aside, he just looks so adorable all bundled up in the blankets that you can’t help stealing a few kisses. even better, knowing you can’t catch it back. “let me get you some soup and paracetamol.”

extricating yourself from his arms proves a bit difficult, however. you feel awful ignoring his reluctant and groggy protests but he needs food and medicine. so you make your way to the kitchen, making quick work of reheating the soup he’d made for you earlier in the day.

carrying the tray back to the bedroom, you find george curled up under the covers, looking pitiful and sorry for himself. his eyes light up as you enter, and he reaches out weakly for the steaming bowl of soup.

at least he’s hungry, that’s a good sign.

“here you go,” you offer him the bowl, once again brushing the hair aside from his sweaty forehead while he takes a sip and sighs gratefully.

“thanks for taking care of me, love,” he smiles weakly in between sips.

you smile, and press a tiny kiss on his shoulder. “‘course. just returning the favour!”

lemme know what you think <33

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mimisempai · 2 months

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To make you happy

Summary

When Crowley agrees to be blindfolded by Aziraphale, he doesn't expect to be surprised in such a beautiful way.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #6: Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

On Ao3

Rating G - 525 words

"Angel, where are you taking me?"

"Do you trust me?"

The angel's whisper in his ear made Crowley shiver before he replied, "Really? You have to ask me that? When I'm blindfolded and letting you take me who knows where?"

He heard Aziraphale's light laugh before he felt his arms wrap around him as he whispered, "Thank you. Only a few more seconds to wait and your patience will be rewarded."

From the slight pressure the demon felt, he knew the angel had teleported them somewhere and was now genuinely intrigued.

When he felt the ground beneath his feet, still blindfolded, the first things he noticed were the fresh air that indicated they were outside and the smell of wet earth mixed with a flowery scent.

"Angel, where did you teleport us to?"

He felt a warm pressure of lips on his forehead just before the angel said softly, "Just a second more.

The angel finally let go and Crowley felt his hands on the knot of the blindfold, which he untied.

Aziraphale said softly, "You can open your eyes now."

The demon obeyed and immediately let out a gasp of surprise.

They were on the roof of the bookshop, but the gray concrete was now covered with flower boxes, a small vegetable garden, a small fountain, and a gardener's workbench with all the necessary equipment.

Crowley turned to Aziraphale and asked, his expression one of wonder, "This is incredible, Angel, but...why?"

Aziraphale replied gently, "Even though the bookshop is our home now, you have no place of your own. I have my desk and my books, but you have nothing. So I thought, since you love plants and take such good care of them... I had to do something. But I realize that maybe I presumed too much, maybe you're not interested, and I-mmm".

He was unable to finish his sentence because Crowley had just knocked him down by jumping on top of him and now, straddling his lap, was kissing him passionately. The kiss was wild and so frantic that if they hadn't already been on the floor, they would have fallen anyway.

After a moment, they were forced to catch their breath and Crowley pulled away. His lips red and slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed and panting, he pressed his forehead against the angel's and smiled brightly.

Aziraphale asked him softly, "I take it that means you like your gift."

"Yes, you guessed right, Angel. I love your gift, but most of all, I love you."

He pressed his lips to the angel's once more, burying his hands in the angel's hair. The kiss was less wild, but just as passionate as the angel's hands slipped under his shirt on his back. He pressed the demon against him as their tongues crept into each other's mouths, exploring and flicking against each other in a way that made both of their toes curl.

They continued kissing for a long time, sitting on the unstable floor of the shop's roof, among the flowers, christening Crowley's new garden with their love.

No doubt the flowers and plants around them would never tremble in fear.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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poisonedjoinery · 1 year

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IF YOU ARE STILL TAKING REQUESTS FOR FANFICS!!!!

Hi, I'm just excited because I read a lot of Hank Voight's imagines in the last hour so... Yeah. Anyways, here's my idea: Voight dating a latina, she's a kindergarten teacher and helped in a former case as a witness. They are in a secret relationship since he doesn't want her to be in danger but the team finds out and it's cute because they are total opposites (like... She's cute as fuck and all kind and sweet and fluffy and so fucking small). It's like... I don't know, I want to see that.

Requested by @magmagicstyle

Thank you for my first request, I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it.

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Keep you Safe

Voight x Female Reader (Latina)

Warnings: Fluff, some bad language, just full of cute stuff. (If you feel there should be other warnings please do let me know)

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Waking up, you felt a heavy weight over your stomach. Looking down, you saw Voights arm resting over you. Smiling you shifted back, moving further into his hold.

"Mmm... you tryin'a start something (Y/N)?" face flushing, you tried to move away, stammering out a reply;

"No, I was just..." Hanks arm tightened around you pulling you closer as he buried his face into the dip of your shoulder.

"I didn't say you could move Miss Pérez." You felt your blush deepen as Voight repositioned you both so that his leg was between yours, and the arm that had been around your stomach reached up to gently curve around your throat. Smiling to yourself, you relaxed into him again, the warmth of the sun through the curtains and the steady breathing from Voight lulling you back into sleep.

What felt like moments later, a piercing ringing startled you awake, then clipped, gruff words from Hank.

"I'll be there shortly." Throwing his phone back on the side he laid back down next to you, kissing your shoulder. Stifling a moan, you tried to think past wanting to sink into Hank even more.

"Do... do you have a case?"

"Mmm."

"I'll go make some coffee yeah?" You made to get up, but Hank tightened his grip around your waist.

"You know, I am the Sergeant (Y/N). Which means..." He turned you over, slowly leaning over you and reaching down to pull your shirt up exposing your soft tanned skin.

"Whi... which means?" You stammered out. Hank hummed, kissing your stomach, reaching a hand up to tangle his fingers in your long dark hair.

"Means... I got more important things to be dealing with right now."

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"You have a late one Boss?" Adam smirked.

"Scuse me...?" Voight's tone held annoyance and anger.

"I was.. just messing Boss." Adam stammered out.

"Oh you was hmm? Well Adam... not that I need to explain myself but I thought I had competent detectives on this team and that I wouldn't need to hurry my ass down to a crime scene. But clearly... I was wrong hmm?" Adam seemed to shrink where he stood, embarrassment evident on his face.

"Anyone else want to question where I was hmm?" Everyone else shook their head with murmurs of "No Boss" .

"Good... now get back to work."

Voights day continued like usual, leads were run down and suspects were brought in for questioning, but all the while he couldn't help but think about this morning. How he had stretched you out, and kissed every inch of your beautiful skin. He loved how you looked, even though you always blushed when he looked at you. He'd met you on a case a few months back, you'd been an eye witness to a shooting and your description had helped the Intelligence team catch him. He couldn't place why, but he had decided to come by your work just to check on you. You'd been super shaken up when the shooting had happened, and he didn't like the thought of you being scared to leave the house. What he'd found however, was you out in the playground of the school you worked in, teaching the children about the different varieties of birds. They were all excited to be outside, and he couldn't help but smile as you had let them wander off with their binoculars looking for birds to see. He found that, whenever you smiled he felt the need to smile also. Your joy was infectious, even the grumpiest looking kid in your class had ended up smiling and laughing. When he'd asked you how you was doing, he'd been surprised by your answer;

"As scared as I am... I won't allow that man to take me away from these kids. They mean everything to me, and I love teaching them. So he'll have to do better than that."

He'd felt a sense of pride in that moment, saw a fierceness in you that his wife had held in her. He wasn't sure when he had come up with the idea, but he had ended up asking you out for dinner that night and the rest was history.

"Boss, we've caught another lead." Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Voight glanced up from his desk to find Upton standing in his doorway. Nodding, he made a noise in his throat.

"You heading out?" She shook her head,

"No, Jay just went out to pick her up."

"Okay, keep me posted." Nodding, she walked back to her desk leaving Voight to drift back into his thoughts.

He'd enjoyed waking up with you that morning, he seemed to find that he felt less... less when he had you by his side. He liked how you held your love for life out for everyone to see. Any drawing or gift you had been given by your children was hung proudly in your home. He'd watched that moring, as you had gotten rid of the last bunch of flowers that had been gifted to you. You'd always seem a little sad whenever you did this, even though you knew that they didn't last that long. Maybe he'd pick you up some new flowers on the way to you later. He was just thinking about what to get for you, when Upton knocked again.

"She's in the interrogation room Boss."

"Let's get in there."

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Pulling the file, Voight read through it as he slowly walked to the interrogation room. Frowning he turned back to Upton,

"Who's in there with the lead?"

"Antonio is."

"Hmm..." Looking back at the file he frowned again,

"There's not mention of the lead... who is it?" Opening the door to the viewing room, Upton walked in.

"A woman called (Y/N) Pérez, she's a kindergarten teacher. She was a witness to a shooting a while back and we think that she may recognise the guy from this shooting, or maybe... she knows him on a more... biblical level." Voight stepped in quickly behind Upton, looking through the two way mirror and felt his stomach churn, and his rage build. Antonio was sitting across from you. His tone was sharp, nothing to show how kind he really was.

"Where were you this morning?" You're face looked pale, as you sat and twisted the hem of your shirt in your fingers. He could see the slight mark he had left on your collarbone this morning, could still feel your soft touch on his cheek.

"I um... I was at home... and uh..."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"Um... sorry why am I here?" Antonio, kept his face passive, watching you intently.

"You're here because a few months back, you was a witness to a shooting, and now we find out that you know Christopher Hent. Went to school with him."

"Well.. yeah I was in the same Junior High class as him, but that doesn't mean I know..."

"Well maybe, you stayed friends with him. Maybe, a few months back he needed his rival drug dealer off the streets and you gave a false eye witness causing him to be put in jail."

"What.. no I..."

" I THINK..." Voight didn't stick around to hear the rest of Antonio's accusations. Storming out of the viewing room, he threw open the door to the interrogation room glaring at Antonio.

"Alright that's enough 'Tonio." He couldn't look at you, knew he would see the fear in your eyes, and he knew from how angry he looked he could add to that fear and that would break his heart. Antonio stood up looking confused.

"Boss, I was just..."

"I said... ENOUGH." Rage burned through Voights body, hating how Antonio had spoken to you. Antonio folded his arms, and didn't move.

"What's going on Hank? Why you protecting this woman?" Hank looked over at you, felt his heart miss a beat. You was looking up at him, a pained expression on your face. You'd both agreed to keep your relationship quiet. You knew a lot of people hated Voight, blamed him for their or a loved ones imprisonment, or someone's death. So you had kept it to yourself. It had been thrilling to have something so wonderful, and not have anyone interfering.

"HANK!" Antonio barked out at him, a quiet rage simmering just below the surface. Hank couldn't take his eyes off of you, but when he spoke it was soft, affection coating every word.

"Because... she was with me this morning. I was late... because I was with (Y/N)." Moving to stand in front of you, he held his hand out to you pulling you to your feet.

Antonio dropped his arms, and Upton stood rooted to the spot in the doorway.

"Hank... I... you shouldn't have... I would have been okay." your voice was soft, you didn't know what to say. Raising his hand, he gently touched your cheek.

"I know, but you're mine, and I will do anything to keep you safe, hmm?" Leaning into his touch, you raised a hand pressing it to his chest. Voight leant down and softly kissed you, smiling down at you as he pulled away.

There was a commotion behind you in the doorway, and Voight turned his head slightly.

"You've got to be kidding me." Adam's voice whispered through the room. Never taking his eyes off you, Hank spoke to Adam.

"Is there a problem Ruzek?" You heard him stammer slightly before answering,

"Well... no Boss but... well... how have you got a woman like that? I mean... she's so so...." Voight turned his head again staring intently at Adam, his voice holding a whip of venom.

"So... what?"

"She's so nice... and you're a... well you're an asshole." You let out a bubble of laughter, causing Voight to look back down at you raising an eyebrow.

"You think I'm an asshole huh?" Grinning you shook your head, dropping your voice so only he could hear you.

"Of course not Sergeant, although you do have a nice ass." Antonio let out a low whistle, a shit eating grin on his face as he turned away, laughing at the surprised look on Voights face. Hank ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making a non committal noise in this throat. Blushing deeply, you dipped your head again.

"Can I... can we go home now?" Voight smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing sweethear'." Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he slowly guided you out of the interrogation room, Adam moved out the way for you both, a stunned look on his face. As you passed him he opened his mouth to say something,

"Adam if I hear anything else out of your mouth you're fired." Voight spoke before Adam could even get out a murmur.

"Hank... you can't fire someone for having an opinion on something." Rolling his eyes, he gripped your shoulder tighter kissing the top of your head as he guided you through the office towards the stairs down to the exit.

"I can if he pisses me off enough." He mumbled against your hair. Chuckling, you lent into him, resting your hand on his chest.

"I never realised you was such a hard ass Mr Voight." Voight grinned, as Adam's voice rang out behind you.

"DIDN'T REALISE.... HARD ASS.... WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW??" You just heard Antonio's voice as you started down the stairs.

"I think what's happening, is that Voight has a girlfriend Ruzek."

~ Fin ~

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megmischief · 11 months

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Sebastian x Eris (AFAB) - Breath of Fresh Air Chapter 2

For Yomi 💙 @lavendel081

M Rated - Explicit Sexual Content

"You know, 'Ris...I never thought you'd like me back." Sebastian looks down with a faint smile.

Eris feels her heart ache for Sebastian. The doubt he had within himself hurt her deeply. "Hey..." She places her hands on his cheeks, moving his head to look into her eyes. "Sebastian. It's always been you. It will always be you. You are the only man I want."

Sebastian, completely dumbfounded by how forward and sincere Eris was being, pulls her into a deep and passionate kiss.

"Eris...I...I love you...and I-..." Sebastian stops himself, nervous of Eris' response.

"What's up, Seb? I love you too... You can tell me anything, you know."

"Anything?" He blushes, moving her hair away from her neck, exposing her soft porcelain skin.

"Mm...Anything." She whispers back, blushing from his lingering gaze.

Sebastian leans in close, softly whispering into her ear. "I need you, 'Ris...I...I want to make you mine..."

Looking into Eris' eyes, his own full of lust, he pulls her into a deep and passionate kiss. Hands begin to roam as they explore each other's bodies.

"Shall we get back to my place, Seb...?" Eris whimpers.

Sebastian kisses and nibbles at her neck, leaving dark marks. "Cant wait that long...'Ris..."

Eris gasps, softly moaning into his ear as she feels his lips linger over her now tender neck. "But...were in public...?"

Sebastian shrugs, picking Eris up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "We can go behind Elliott's old shack. He hasn't used it since he married Meg anyway..."

Eris' face now crimson, she gives him a small nod of approval. "If you're sure we wont get caught..."

"We won't. Promise." His lips crash into hers once more as he presses her against the creaky wooden beach shack, her legs still wrapped around his waist pulling his ever-growing bulge closer.

Sebastian lets out a low, breathy moan as he feels Eris begin grinding against him. "Ris... I can't take it when you do that...to me...Fuck..."

Unzipping his jeans, he moves Eris' panties to the side. Sebastian runs his finger from Eris' entrance to her clit, bringing his finger up to his mouth for a taste.

"This is the sweetness I've been craving for so long...I can't wait any longer, 'Ris...Can I...?" Sebastian's eyes, full of lust, look deeply into Eris'.

"Mmm...I want you too...Sebby..." Eris buries her face into Sebastian's neck. She lets out a loud gasp, feeling Sebastian's entrance stretching her out.

"Holy shit, 'Ris... You're so tight." Sebastian smirks and chuckles.

Unable to speak due to the pleasure coursing its way through her body, Eris can't help but moan. The feeling of Sebastian filling her only excites her more as she feels him thrusting into all of the right spots. Her hands snake up to his raven hair, pulling tightly as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Pleasure making waves throughout their bodies with each thrust.

Sebastian, grunting with each thrust, reaches under Eris' shirt to massage her breast softly. His other hand leaning against the shack for stability. The wooden shack creaks with each and every thrust, the air filled with sounds of pure pleasure.

"Ris... It's not gonna...take me long... I'm sorry..." Sebastian mumbles, biting onto Eris' neck.

Hearing Sebastian's low, gravelly voice of pleasure sent electricity through her core. "M-Me...too..."

Eris pulls harder onto Sebastian's hair as he picks up the pace once more, slamming himself into her as hard as possible. Cries of pleasure escape Eris' lips as she reaches her climax.

"Good girl, 'Ris...Let the pleasure take over you..." Sebastian bites his lip, grunting as he reaches his own climax, filling her up completely.

Pants and gasps fill the sudden silence as Eris slowly falls, standing on the uneven sand once more.

"Wow...Seb..." Eris giggles. "I can't believe we just...did that."

Sebastian laughs, zipping up his jeans. He pulls Eris into a gentle kiss. "Only you could let me get away with that, 'Ris..." He gently takes Eris' hand in his own. "Let's continue this back at yours." Smirking, they begin to make the long walk home.

#sdv #stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sebastian #sebastian #sebastian sdv #stardew sebastian #sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian #lavendel eris #seb x eris #eris #eris my beloved

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rockitmans · 1 year

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Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day (10/14)

Summary: Blaine drunk posts on his Instagram asking for a date for Valentine's Day. He gets one.

Notes: Written for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentine Challenge. Song: Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce.

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"Morning, Valentine," Kurt's happy voice chirps down the phone.

"Mmm, morning," Blaine mumbles, still half asleep. "I could get used to waking up to your voice."

Kurt hums his agreement. "Sorry it's so early, I moved my hours so I would have time to get ready later. It's a trek from Bushwick."

Blaine thinks about their date tonight. Elliott has taken the edges off his anxiety, and this morning's call from Kurt has basically smoothed them completely. "I can't wait to see you."

"I can't wait to see you . I'll be the one looking fabulous."

"I know what you look like," Blaine points out, smiling.

"I know. Just want you to be adequately prepared for how dazzling I am so you can react accordingly."

Blaine laughs. "Nothing could prepare me for that."

Kurt makes a sweetly pleased noise. “Anyway, I just wanted to say good morning, I’ll let you go back to sleep.”

“Kurt, wait a sec.” Blaine sits up, blinking himself more awake. “This is probably going to sound crazy.”

"Oh no," Kurt says but he sounds more amused than worried. "Do tell."

"I know my original post came across kind of horny but… I want it to be clear that this isn't just a hookup for me. I want it to be more than that."

There’s a breath and a pause at the other end of the line and Blaine gets seized by a dread so fierce that he nearly hangs up out of pure denial. But then, “It’s not crazy,” Kurt’s voice is kind. “But I would have thought that goes without saying at this point. However, in case it doesn’t. This is nothing close to a hookup for me. I’m in try-hard dating mode. Prepare to have your life irrevocably changed.”

Blaine laughs, relief making it slightly shaky. “Wow. I better up my game.”

“You better, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt’s voice softens. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” Blaine says, beaming like an idiot. “Soon.”

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Blaine is in a ridiculously good mood all day. Even though the store is heaving with last minute panic buyers looking for The Ultimate Love collection. Even though it’s raining and his hair is a frizzy mess, probably beyond help. Even though there’s a guy buying two identical gifts for two separate women that likely don’t know about the other. Blaine is immune to it all. He wishes everyone a wonderful, love filled day and hums along to every song that comes out of the store speakers.

“You’re so right, Jim Croce, there never is enough time to do the things you want to do,” Blaine declares cheerfully to no one in particular, and Elliott groans.

“You are beyond obnoxious right now.”

“Oh come on, Elliott. You’re so happy that two of your favorite people found each other, remember?”

“So many regrets,” Elliott moans, burying his face in his hands. But he’s smiling when he re-emerges. “It’s nice to see you’ve gotten over your anxiety.”

“Oh yeah. I'm going to romance Kurt so hard he won’t know what hit him.”

Blaine manages to slide away early to get ready, mostly thanks to the kindness of Elliott, who basically shoves him out the door when it looks like he’s going to get entangled in a lengthy interaction with a customer. He grabs flowers on the way home and has the very real desire to climb onto a streetlamp and start singing as the rain continues to hammer down. Sometimes life just calls for a musical moment. Kurt probably understands that. He resists the urge, more out of a desire to protect the flowers than any deep seated sense of personal shame. That ship has long sailed.

Once home, he takes his time in the shower, letting the drum of hot water soothe some of his anticipation. There's just something about the way he clicked with Kurt. Something that promises forever. If he can just not fuck it up. With that in mind he dresses in the outfit Elliott suggested and uses the barest amount of product on his hair, leaving it to fall in loose curls. He takes a quick picture of himself and sends it to Tina for approval. After a moment's hesitation, he also throws it onto his Instagram. That’s where it all started after all.

Queen T: 🔥😍🥵

Queen T: I can't reply because I'm too busy swooning

Blaine smiles and taps out a quick thanks. His phone is flicking instagram notifications as people start to comment on his photo. Mostly just thirst comments, which Blaine is somewhat used to at this point. There’s some teasing about how quickly he’s moved on and a lot of people wishing him luck. And then a comment from Kurt catches his eyes.

hummelbrag Wow. Your new man is very lucky.

Blaine draws in a shaky breath, pink creeping into his cheeks. He’s the lucky one. And Kurt is waiting for him.

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Blaine gets to the restaurant before Kurt, at least ten minutes early and is freshly reminded of one of his completely valid fears. Di Fara is stuffy. Expensive in a way that wants to appear wealthy rather than stylish or comfortable. Blaine is pretty sure there are more people having business meetings here than dates, even on a night supposedly put aside for love. It’s a very Sebastian sort of place. There’s also a lot of men wearing suits. Blaine determinedly doesn’t think about his jeans. He looks hot, that's all that matters.

He decides to wait in the lobby rather than be seated because he wants to be the first thing Kurt sees. He can't stop shifting his weight, checking his phone restlessly as the clock ticks towards their agreed meeting time. Somehow being early is worse than being late. The anticipation is killing him.

And then Kurt walks through the door. Blaine has heard of hearts skipping beats but he’s not sure he’s ever fully experienced it until now. Kurt is just that stunning, his coat flapping open to reveal a gorgeous yellow shirt and blue scarf. He’s wearing jeans too. Light grey and so tight that Blaine struggles to tear his eyes away from Kurt’s legs.

“Hi!” Kurt greets him brightly, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

“Kurt. Wow. You’re so… cute. I mean like dirty cute.”

Blaine immediately cringes and Kurt raises a confused eyebrow. “What?”

“Sorry. I panicked. Even though you warned me. I still wasn’t prepared.”

Kurt laughs and leans in to wrap Blaine in a hug. “Speechless adoration is also acceptable.”

Blaine melts against him, getting a lungful of sweet shampoo. “You look incredible,” he murmurs close to his ear, a lot more normally. He can do this. Just the most beautiful human in the world hugging him. Perfectly average Tuesday.

“So do you,” Kurt says and Blaine can hear the smile in his voice as they draw apart. “Are those for me?” he adds, eyeing the flowers.

“Oh. Yes. To celebrate us finally meeting. Or at least it feels like Finally. Even though it’s not been that long, it also kind of feels like forever. And I know red roses are kind of cliche but…”

Kurt’s eyes soften as he takes them. “They’re not cliche, they’re classic. And beautiful. Thank you.”

Blaine just nods, slightly overwhelmed. "Shall we?" He offers his arm.

Kurt takes it. "We shall."

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littleskeletonprincessss · 1 month

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Buzzed - Ryan Magee x Reader

"So someone actually threw panties on the stage?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

"I swear to God, Y/N. The Houston show was great. I think you're gonna be really - surprised - by everything that happened." Ryan laughed.

"I can't wait. We'll order some pizza when you get home, okay? And maybe after, I'll do that thing you like."

I could practically hear Ryan's eyes roll and toothy smile light up his face.

"Sounds good, Babe. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I love you, Ry."

"Love you too, Y/N."

Hanging up I threw my phone on the couch next to me, alerting Lego before he laid his head back down on his paws. Scratching behind his ears I thought about how long Ryan had been gone.

The YouTube channel Ryan and Matt shared had started to gain popularity, and people wanted even more content, so they decided to start going on comedy tours. Normally, I would try and go with them for at least part of it but I wasn't able to get work off this time.

They'd been gone for a week, travelling around Texas, and Ryan and I would talk every night before bed, about everything and nothing, just savoring the time we had together.

After a while I turned I headed to bed, alone. I never slept well while Ryan was gone and I couldn't wait until he was back so I could sleep through the night again, Ryan lying on me like weighted blanket, arms around my waist while my fingers tangled in his hair where his head rested on my chest.

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(Ryan's POV)

"So someone actually threw panties on the stage?"

"I swear to God, Y/N. The Houston show was great. I think you're gonna be really - surprised - by everything that happened." I laughed, running my fingers over my scalp.

"I can't wait. We'll order some pizza when you get home, okay? And maybe after, I'll do that thing you like."

I rolled my eyes at our inside joke, knowing that ' that think I like' is just her running her fingers through my hair while we lie in bed. It took everything I had to act like normal and not let her know that we wouldn't be doing that for a while.

I hadn't told her that Matt and I shaved our heads at the Houston show. For all she knew, my hair was still the shaggy shoulder length mop it'd been since we started dating. Part of me worried about how she would react, but the bigger part of me knew that it wouldn't take her long to get over it. That's what it hoped anyway.

"Sounds good, Babe. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I love you, Ry."

"Love you too, Y/N."

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I walked into our apartment Saturday afternoon and dropped my bag by the front door. Lego exited the bedroom to check what the noise was before realizing it was me and running in to lick my face.

"Hey, buddy." I laughed, moving my head to try and avoid the slobber I knew was inevitable. "Did you miss me?" I scratched his back before standing. "Where's Y/N, huh Lego?"

Walking into the bedroom I found her laying on my side of the bed, deep in sleep, made obvious by the loud snores she let out, not that she'd ever admit that.

I walked in, slipping my shoes and jacket off, and slid into the bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and burying my head in her neck, pressing light kisses.

The snoring stopped as she glanced over as much as she could, startled before she realized it was me and turning back to her original position.

"Hey, you're back." She mumbled sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Half past two. What are you still doing in bed?"

"Mmm- I had to work closing last night, I didn't get home until 3:30 this morning."

Frowning I lifted my head from her neck and kissed her cheek, rubbing her back.

"I hate you working those long hours. You know you don't have to work, right?" I was lucky enough that my career allowed me to provide comfortably for the both of us, and I really did hate seeing how tired her job made her sometimes, and wanted her to know I'd take care of her.

"Yeah, I know." She turned to cuddle into my chest. "We can still order pizza later, but since you're already here..." she trailed off, running her hand to the back of my neck where she would usually find hair.

"Ry?" She opened her eyes, sitting up and looking at me, eyes widening after realizing my lack of hair. "What did you do?"

Sitting up I leaned against the headboard.

"Remember how I told you that the Houston show was crazy?"

"Your hair is gone Ry. I don't understand - Why?" She reached her hand up to feel the fuzz covering my head.

"If I said we were just trying to keep things fresh, would you accept that for an answer?"

"You didn't have a reason?"

"..No.."

After a moment of silence and running her fingers across my buzzed scalp she finally spoke.

"I mean, I guess I could get used to it, but you couldn't have warned me? Fucking hell, Ryan. You gotta warn a girl, I loved your hair."

"Yeah, well you love me without it too, right?" I said, grinning as I reached forward to grab her waist.

Her arms wrapped around my neck. "Yeah, I guess you're alright."

"I promise I won't cut it again for a while, okay?" I offered, pulling her closer into a kiss.

"You won't have anything to cut for a while. But okay, just keep me informed this time."

"Sure, I'll just give you a buzz." I laughed.

"Nope, you're done." she smirked, pushing away and lying back down, pulling me with her.

#ryan magee #ryan magee imagines #ryan magee x reader

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kaybee87 · 2 years

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So apparently the heat makes me horny and here’s another thing!

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Smut p in v think that’s it.

Heat Version 2 - Ivar x F!Reader

Unprecedented that’s what they were calling it, hottest temperature on record. The thing is when people thought of your country they thought of rain. Where if you get three fairly decent days in June you joke that that’s your summer over and done with. Yet here you are feeling like you might genuinely be melting.

Walking into the living room you see your boyfriend sat at the table working, you don’t know how he’s managing to look so put together, long dark hair pulled back into a sleek man bun wearing sweat shorts and a t shirt looking the epitome of cool. If you mentioned it he’d probably make some snarky remark about how he’s as hot as hell anyway so the temperature has no effect on him. I mean he’s not wrong! The only thing you knew had been bothering him were his leg braces, this was made evident by the use of his wheelchair today. Meanwhile everything was bothering you, you were hot; bored; slightly annoyed that Ivar was working and too hot to wear anything but a loose vest and shorts and even those were bothersome.

When you don’t gain his immediate attention you dropped dramatically onto the sofa with a loud whine. You can actually hear the smirk that adorns Ivar’s lips. “What’s up brat?” You huff “I’m not a brat, just hot is all”. Ivar actually chuckles this time “that’s all? Ok well I can’t fix that and I really need to finish this”. To be honest you were feeling in a bit of a bratty mood, you’d say it was the heat getting to you but mainly it was the lack of attention. You try flicking through the tv channels for a bit but nothing holds your attention, turning it off again an idea comes to mind and you look towards Ivar, still buried in his work, with a devilish grin upon your face.

“Gods it really is ridiculously hot in here,” you start. “Mmm hmm,” is the only response you get. “Heard it’s going to last the rest of the week”. “Uh huh”. Time to up the stakes. “I’m just going to the kitchen, you want anything?” You ask. “Nope”. You return with an ice lolly in your hand and settle back on to the sofa. Knowing that Ivar’s not yet watching, you take small licks of the lolly before moaning loudly. His head spins in your direction. “This is so good babe, so cold, you sure you don’t want one?” He just shakes his head and watches as you slide your lips to the bottom of the lolly before gently sucking and then pulling back up. You notice his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows but still he doesn’t rise to your attempts. You continue making a show of eating your lolly, paying it the same attention you would his dick and moaning a lot about how good it is. “I know what you’re doing,” his voice is a little shaky and you just know he’s hard under the table. “What do you mean?” You feign innocence. “Don’t be a brat,” he says between gritted teeth, “I need to get this finished”.

Ok you’ve got to admit you’re impressed at his will power but you’re not ready to give up yet. You start to ramble a little about the heat again, about how much it’s bothering you and that you’re struggling to cope. Then you pull your vest top over your head and discard it on the floor, your back is to Ivar but you don’t need to turn around to know he’s now looking at you. You lie back on the sofa and shimmy out of your shorts, you stretch out a little against the soft material muttering about how it’s a little better without the unnecessary layer of clothing.

“Come here!” There’s an edge to Ivar’s voice now and it shoots heat straight to your core. You take your time sitting and turning to face him before making your way towards him. When you’re close to his chair he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, you move to straddle him and as you do he slaps your arse hard. “So needy aren’t you? Can’t stand not having all my attention huh? Told you that you were a brat!” You wanted to protest but Ivar’s fingers pushed into your mouth to silence you. His other hand made its way to your clit and flicked harshly. You moaned loudly around his fingers and this encouraged Ivar to roll his thumb around your clit. “Shouldn’t be doing this, ought to be teaching you a lesson, you’re so spoiled,” he was panting out the words now just as horny as you were. You knew you’d pushed him today but he seemed to be in a forgiving mood and you were so desperate so you gave your hips a roll landing perfectly against his rock hard cock.

Ivar pulled himself out from his shorts and gave two quick tugs before lifting your hips and allowing you to sink down onto him. You moaned as he stretched you out and he paused to let you adjust once he’d bottomed out. When you were ready you began moving your hips in long slow rolls and it wasn’t long before you were both heavy breathing into the others neck. You took your time, nothing about this encounter was rushed, when you knew Ivar was getting close you reached between you to rub your clit but he batted you away to do it himself. You felt your orgasm approach slowly but pull you under so heavily that you were worried you might pass out. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was because this is what you’d been wanting, slow lazy sex with your man. You were both a sweaty mess and in desperate need of a shower, Ivar slapped your arse playfully as you moved off of him and you just smiled at him. The temperature may have been hot but hell Ivar was hotter.

@mylifeisactuallyamess @istorkyou @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @bragisrunes @serasvictoria @punkrocknpearls

#vikings #vikings fanfiction #vikings fic #ivar x reader #modern ivar x reader #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #modern ivar #ivar x f!reader #vikings modern au #ivar x you #ivar ragnarsson

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nerdypanda3126 · 2 years

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Caffeine Cleric

This was written for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Fic Challenge.

The "rules" are three 15-minute sprints with 24 hours for light editing, which includes new writing to smooth transitions or make it feel complete. Technically on this one I did two sprints and then just wrote the last part without a time limit.

This time around I used this as the prompt.

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Luka stared at the woman with disheveled midnight hair and circles under her eyes dark enough to match.

"Um, Miss?"

She blinked blearily back at him like she wasn't seeing him clearly. Which, if she was as tired as she looked, she probably wasn't.

"Mmm?"

"About your order."

"Mhmm." She slid a twenty across to him and leaned her head against the glass pastry case and settled in like she was going to nap right then and there.

"Whoa. Okay, hang on." Luka hurried out from behind the counter, thankful she was the only one in line, and scooped an arm underneath hers to hold her up. Her head flopped onto his shoulder and she hummed again and nuzzled him unconsciously. His stomach did a weird, fluttery flip.

He helped her into a booth and she laid her head down on the table and instantly fell asleep. He didn't know what to do. There were rules about this sort of thing, but she did technically order and pay, it was just…

As he paused awkwardly, not quite sure what to do, he noticed that her eyelashes were as dark as her hair, and long enough to flutter against the table in her sleep. She was pretty.

He shook himself out of that train of thought and wandered back behind the counter, but he didn't even know what to begin to make her.

"Fuck me up, caffeine cleric," had been her only instruction. And $20 could purchase a lot towards that goal.

He glanced back over at her; she had splayed out across the table and started snoring lightly.

He had a better idea.

***

Marinette snuggled into something soft with a faint, lingering scent of old coffee and hazelnut syrup as she woke up.

Wait. Woke up.

She startled to attention and found herself in a café booth. There was a hoodie on the table that was all bunched up and she'd apparently been using it as a pillow, but she didn't know whose it was. She looked around, embarrassed, to find that the shop had filled up throughout the morning and she was no longer the only one in the store.

The guy behind the counter with blue hair and tattoos covering his forearms caught her eye as he helped someone else, but even across the room she could tell he was concerned. She blushed and checked her pockets surreptitiously. Everything was still there, including her phone that was completely dead. She groaned as she tossed it aside and looked around for a clock to try to determine how long she'd been asleep.

"You've been here an hour," a voice said next to her. She jumped and the guy from behind the counter chuckled and slid into the seat across from her as he handed her a drink in a ceramic mug and counted out change onto the table. She kept her eyes on his shiny black nail polish and slender fingers instead of staring at his brightly colored tattoos.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the drink in front of her, thoroughly confused. It smelled amazing. Like cinnamon and apples and caramel and home. She held it between her hands, enjoying the warmth, before she snuck a glance at his face.

Cute, was her first thought, but then he turned the full force of those bright blue eyes on her and she quickly revised that to damn cute.

"It might not 'fuck you up,' but I think that'll help more anyways," he said then, and she retreated into the collar of her sweater as a flush of heat crept up her cheeks.

"Please tell me I did not say that."

He chuckled again, and when he smiled there was a dimple in his right cheek.

"Alright, you didn't say that. And you also definitely did not address me as 'caffeine cleric.'"

She hid her face in her hands and then buried it in the hoodie on the table for good measure. Now that she was a little more awake, she caught the subtle hint of cologne that still lingered from where it must've been sprayed earlier.

Like before a shift.

She dared to lift her head to look, and this totally cute guy was watching her with laughter dancing in his eyes.

"This is yours, isn’t it?"

***

Cute, Luka thought, as he smiled—kindly, he hoped, instead of dopily—and nodded in response. She pushed the bundled up hoodie back at him and hid in the collar of her pale pink sweater as her cheeks quickly turned the same color.

He tore his eyes away from her and tried not to think about how his hoodie would probably smell like her hair for the rest of the day.

"I thought it'd be more comfortable than the table," he said.

"...Thank you," she finally muttered, muffled by the fabric covering her lips.

"You're welcome."

"For the drink, too. I know I wasn't entirely… coherent…"

"Coherent enough," he said, hiding his chuckle with a cough. She groaned.

"I am. So. Sorry. It's just there's this huge deadline and my boss is—well, I mean Audrey Bourgeois isn't exactly known for her forgiveness—and I screwed up and it took me all night to fix it, and I'm supposed to be back in—"

She paled as her eyes widened in horror.

"...What time is it?" she croaked.

He checked his phone from his apron pocket. "10h."

She stood up so quick that the table jostled uncertainly before it tipped towards her, taking the drink he'd made with it and spilling it all over her.

She hissed in a breath of surprise, then looked down at herself and froze. A small whimper escaped her before she sat back down in the puddle, dejected.

"No point going now," she muttered as she tucked her face into her folded arms and looked ready to either cry or fall back asleep.

He hesitated, then reached out and touched her arm gently. She peeked out at him from under her bangs.

Sheepishly, he offered the hoodie that was still balled up in his hands. She blushed bright red, but accepted it, and bundled it up under her head. He didn't even care that it also served to sop up some of the mess still on the table. Better on his hoodie than in her hair.

"Stay as long as you like," he said, then stood to retreat back behind the cash register.

She caught his wrist as he turned to leave.

"You'll… keep watch, or something, right?"

The way she fluttered her eyelashes and bit her bottom lip uncertainly made his heart race and his words stick in his throat. He swallowed thickly.

"...Yeah… Sure," he finally managed.

She smiled. God, she smiled at him. He blinked back at her stupidly, then slipped his wrist through her fingers until he was holding her hand in his. It was the briefest of moments, but it felt like time had frozen.

Her lips parted in surprise. Her blue eyes widened under those pretty dark lashes. Her cheeks were still a deep shade of pink, and getting darker by the second. He watched as her eyes raked over him, as she checked him out, and as she liked what she saw.

Finally, his fingertips slipped away from hers and the moment was broken.

"I'm Luka," he choked out. "Or, you know, caffeine cleric, whatever works."

She hid a giggle behind her hand. "I like Luka."

As soon as she registered what she said, her eyes widened again in embarrassment. "I mean! I like the name—Luka—not that I like—well, I mean I do like you—I mean!" She slapped her hands over her face and groaned. "Ma-Ma-Marinette. I'm… Marinette."

The words tumbled out of his mouth, all mixed up with a nervous chuckle.

"I like you, too, Ma-Ma-Marinette."

#lukanette #pro lukamari #lukanette endgame #endgame lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #coffeeshop au #lbsc sprint fic #panda sprints

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