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violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

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Day 1: first kiss

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You were walking along the inside of the sidewalk, enjoying the story that your friend was telling you animatedly, while both of you headed to your apartment.

You had been dating a few weeks with Dr. Spencer Reid, whom you had met at your book club. He was the only man attending and although the old women were completely sweet with him, they were no competition for you, who had liked you from the first glance. He had invited you on a date with the excuse of talking a little more about the last book you had read and when you were alone with him you ended up seeing how charming he was. That allowed you to ask for a new date and so you continued to see each other frequently, when Spencer's work allowed it.

He was a gentleman with you and although it was obvious that you liked each other, he had been too cautious to make any move beyond taking you to nice places and buying you flowers.

“If I'm overwhelming you, you can tell me,” he laughed, a little embarrassed that he had been talking for most of the way.

“I really like hearing you talk. You always have something good to say.”

You were very close to your apartment and both of you slowed down considerably, as if you weren't ready to separate yet. You had been walking with your hands in the pockets of your coat to keep yourself protected from the autumn cold that was already beginning to set in, wishing that it was his hands that kept yours warm.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm still not used to it”

"To what?"

“To be with someone as kind as you,” he confessed to you, smiling slightly “You are literally the nicest person I know.”

“That's not true, I have a lot of bad things,” you tried to excuse yourself, even though it was totally true, hoping that he wouldn't start idealizing you as something you weren't.

“We all have them, that's true. But it is also true that you are gentle and good” he added. Spencer was so mature and so gorgeous that you doubted there was a man like him on earth and even with the short time you had been dating you believed he was good boyfriend material. Excellent boyfriend material, to tell the truth.

“You're going to the club this month, right?”

“I'll try,” he replied, when both of you were in front of your building. “You know, work…”

“This month I have to bring the snacks. And I was thinking about preparing something you like, if you want” you murmured shyly.

Your cooking skills were something you prided yourself on and you wanted to show him that you too were talented, just like he was with almost everything. Spencer smiled at the idea and gave you a list of suggestions, which you excitedly wrote down in your mind.

You didn't want to enter your house, but your excuses to keep him longer had run out and you even felt a little selfish for wanting even more from him after spending almost the entire afternoon together. But it was inevitable to want his company.

“We'll see you soon, okay?” he promised you, bending down a little to wrap you in a goodbye hug “I will try my best to be free on the day of the meeting.”

“No pressure, I'll save you some snacks and we can eat them at my apartment later,” you suggested, venturing to plan a date at a more intimate place that you two hadn't climbed to yet.

Spencer smiled from her spot and you knew that this was the final goodbye, although neither of you were very happy.

“Good night, Y/N.”

You responded in the same way and then you saw him start walking down the sidewalk, but this time you didn't go straight in like you did before. You weren't going to waste your chance, nor the pang of bravery that seemed to have hit you.

“Spencer! I think you're forgetting something," you exclaimed, loud enough to stop him and make him retrace his steps to look at you with a confused expression.

"What is it?"

“This” quickly and without leaving room for complaints, you pulled him by his tie until he was close to you and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, which were slightly stained with lipstick that matched the man's cheeks “You can go, rest”

“Huh… you too”

It was obvious that you had taken him by surprise, but it had been worth it just to see him in that state, trying to hide the emotion that the caress had given him and keeping his gaze on your mouth probably debating whether he should kiss you again or not.

This time you did walk in the direction of the entrance, but he was the one who didn't move, still processing what had just happened. You waved your hand from the door to say goodbye and he waved back, smiling tenderly at you. You'd like to say you didn't spy on him as you walked up the stairs, but that would be a lie, and so would saying you didn't see his excited little dance when he thought he was out of sight.

Although very brief, it was the best first kiss you had ever had in your life.

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damiansgoodgirll · 2 months

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damian fingering reader to sleep because she’s tired but she can’t fall asleep because it’s raining please 🙏

i love your stories so much

i wrote this but this app decided to delete it so i had to write it again🥹

‼️smut so stay away kids

damian priest x reader

kiss me, goodnight

“oh come on!” you screamed when you heard another loud thunder coming from outside.

is not that you hated storms but you were tired, you just came back from australia and in those three days trip you had slept just a few hours. you really needed to sleep but the weather decided otherwise.

damian chuckled when he heard you. it wasn’t a big storm, it was just a really loud one.

“don’t laugh” you said irritated making him laugh even more.

“i’m sorry mi vida but you’re acting like it’s the end of the world…” he softly laughed when he sat down on the bed next to you.

“i’m really tired dam…” you whispered “we’re moving again in two days and i have an important match and i wanna be ready but i can’t with this weather…”

“i know baby…come here” he opened his arms, helping you lay your head on his chest “just close your eyes and focus on something that makes you happy, a happy place, a happy memory…think about that” he whispered kissing your head.

“fine…” you said and did as he told you.

but it wasn’t that easy. it was working at first but the second a loud crash came from outside, your body automatically tensed and your eyes opened. you pretended everything was fine but damian saw how tense you were and he felt sorry for you, knowing how tired you were.

you closed your eyes again and went back to the happy memory you were thinking about before. if you couldn’t sleep at least your mind would have kept you company.

in your mind you where still there when you felt damian’s hand playing with your shorts.

“dam?” you whispered clearly tired.

“ssshhh…go back to sleep amor…i’ll take care of you” he whispered while his hand moved the shorts and panties down, leaving you half naked under the blankets.

“dam what…”

“i’ll help you fall asleep if you let me” he whispered into your ear making you shiver.

“o-okay…”

“good girl” he kissed your cheek while his hand slowly moved to your pussy.

his thumb moved gently on your clit, slowly. maybe too slowly, almost like a lullaby.

you couldn’t help the soft moans that came out of your mouth. everything was overwhelming.

he slowly helped you opening your legs a little more “te amo mi vida” he said kissing your cheek and slowly biting it.

you were lucky you lived alone, otherwise you would have scared your neighbours away with the pornographic moan that came out of your mouth when damian’s middle finger thrusted into you.

“oh fuck fuck fuck” you kept moaning. it was almost like torture. his thumb still moving slowly on your clit while his finger was moving way too fast inside of you.

“you like this uh?” he asked you, a smirk on his face as he already knew the answer “can you take another one for me princesa?” he whispered. you nodded, too overwhelmed by pleasure to think straight.

a second finger and you were already losing it.

“dam…is too much…”

“do you want me to stop?” he asked you.

“no fuck - no…keep going” and that’s what he did.

“so good amor…so fucking good for me” he whispered again your skin. his hot breath was making you shiver from head to toe. his teeth gazing at your ear and neck, his tongue sucking and licking the sweet spot behind your ear that always made you go crazy.

a third finger came inside of you and that was enough to make you cum hard around his fingers.

“oh shit…” you moaned when you felt he wasn’t stopping.

“another one please…give me another one princesa…” he said adding more pressure to your clit, making your legs tremble.

“dam…”

“i’m here love” he whispered. your hand got around his neck, pushing his face over yours, meeting his lips in a hot kiss.

“fuck damian i-i can’t…” a tear escaped from your left eye.

“come for me baby…” he said looking straight into your eyes and that was enough to squeeze his fingers inside you.

now, you were tired and over sensitive.

“you okay?” he asked, slowly moving his hand away from your pussy.

“fuck…yes” you said breathless.

“tired enough?” he asked while prepping your face full of kisses.

“i think so…”

of course, that night you slept like a baby.

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heauxvibez · 28 days

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Sex Typhoon

Warning: Smut (18+), this idea was stolen from one of my favorite episodes of My Wife and kids. This is also an old one shot from one of my books from way back when, I just edited the fuck out of this and tailored it to how I like to write Roman. Hope you enjoy this short and sweet read!

"Please, baby... just fuck me already," Nevaeh pleaded, her fingers yanking at Roman's cream-colored button-up shirt with surprising strength. She managed to pull the 265-pound man on top of her petite frame, urgency evident in her eyes. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as her words dripped with seduction, a silent acknowledgment of the intense longing between them.

Two Months Earlier:

Neveah's eyes furrowed in concentration as her delicate fingers flipped through the pages of the book.

The book, a gift from a friend a couple of days ago during their move, had remained untouched until Roman's message about working late tonight. It was a modern-day Kama Sutra, filled with positions and techniques that she could only imagine. Excitedly, she made mental notes, eager to add some more passion and excitement to their love life.

Their sex life had never been dull, but with their schedules becoming increasingly hectic, Neveah had made it her mission to ensure that there was always some added spice to their intimacy.

One idea from the book captured her attention above all else: a two-month hiatus from sex. Just two months of tantalizing foreplay without sex. The promise of explosive passion at the end of their self-imposed abstinence, described in the book as a "Sex Typhoon," was enough to surprisingly get both of them on board. Although Roman did put up quite the fight with the idea, he couldn't resist her cute pleas and gave in.

Roman chuckled deeply at her impatience, his hands gently cradling her face as he gazed into her eyes.

It was a rare sight to see her so consumed by her horniness to this degree. From the moment he walked through the door this evening she couldn't keep her hands off of him. Though every fiber of his being wanted to put it in her and stroke her until she melted into his arms, he resisted the temptation, knowing that tonight was about savoring every moment, every caress.

"Baby girl, calm down," he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered sweet nothings.

But how could she possibly calm down when she was in the arms of the Samoan man? His warm breath against her skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, his calloused hands roaming her body. It was nearly impossible to not cum when her senses were being overwhelmed like this

"I c-can't... I want you so bad, it's not even funny," she gasped.

Roman's gaze bore into hers almost leaving her breathless.

Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. A blush spread across her cheeks, the contrast against her chocolate skin captivating him.

Gosh, she's so beautiful.

His touch traced a path down her body, his fingertips leaving goosebumps wherever they roamed.

"Relax. Savor each and every moment," he seductively whispered, causing her clit to pulsate.

"Each and every touch," his rough hand caressed her curves, teasing her sensitive flesh with gentle strokes and firm pressure.

"Jesus," she gasped again, her voice struggling to escape her throat as she held onto his arms.

The way he touched her, the way she caressed him, they were sending each other into a frenzy.

"Each and every kiss that I place upon your skin," his lips trailed a scorching path between the valley of her chest.

His tongue teased her erect nipple causing her pussy to clench in an almost unbearably painful way. The soft bristles of his beard brushed against her skin adding to the overwhelming of her senses. She was feeling everything at once

Struggling to control her breathing, Nevaeh's fingers danced through his hair, the strands gliding against her fingertips. It was the only way she could keep herself grounded, regain some type of control while Roman was doing everything in his power to make her lose control.

A groan slipped from his throat, he truly savored the way her soft fingers massaged his scalp.

His tongue danced with finesse around her nipple, each swirl and flick almost sure to make her nut right then and there for him.

Returning to her neck, he nestled into the crook once more, their bodies almost melting together with only the thin fabric of his briefs and her panties separating them.

Huskily, he whispered, "Just savor everything for the time being. Let your climax build up... slowly..."

Nevaeh felt Roman's long finger slip into her panties, massaging her bundle of nerves in slow, circles.

"Until you reach your peak, gradually falling apart in my arms,"

The sheets wrinkled beneath her clutching hands. The friction between them was intoxicating, and Nevaeh felt as though she would explode if he didn't fuck her soon.

Sliding his finger down her slick slit, he earned a loud moan from her pretty plump lips. "Lord, help me," she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper.

With a knowing smirk, Roman inserted his finger, savoring the feeling of her warm wet walls wrapping around him. Normally, he'd use two fingers, but he knew that if he'd enter a second one, she would orgasm.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

Biting her lip, Nevaeh groaned, "You know I'm not okay, asshole," she whined.

"I know," he agreed.

Chuckling softly, he withdrew his finger before slipping it into his mouth moaning at the sweet taste of her honey.

"You taste so perfect, baby girl," he uttered, his voice husky with desire as he gazed into her eyes.

Butterflies fluttered wildly in Nevaeh's stomach as he spoke, her need for him reaching indescribable heights. The ache between her legs felt like an ocean, a tidal wave of need crashing over her senses. She knew that by the time they were finished, the sheets would be soaked with not only her juices but his too.

Grasping her waist, Roman could feel the heat radiating from her core, her arousal warming his skin. Gripping his pulsating member, he nearly flinched at its sensitivity, the 2 months of no sex was almost the death of him.

Rubbing his dick against her slick folds, he teased her with a wicked grin. "Damn babe, you've got a river down there," he chuckled, his voice low and sexy as ever.

Nevaeh dug her nails into his skin, her impatience taking over.

"Shut up and put it in already," she demanded.

"Patience, princess," Roman teased as he guided himself slowly into her welcoming warmth.

With a low groan, he buried himself deep within her, relishing the sensation of her warm walls inviting him in. As they moved together in what seemed to be perfect harmony, their bodies were consumed by the pleasure they had been denied for months, every touch and caress more intense than what they could've imagined.

"Fuck, Roman.." she moaned. Her legs engulfed his waist, yearning for him to be deeper. A mistake she often made once she realized he was hitting her spot a little too precisely. But this time, she craved it. She craved for him to be in her, to stroke the deep depths of her soul. She didn't plan on tapping out this time.

"Mmm, I'm so proud of you..taking daddy's dick like I know you can.." he praised while taking her jaw into his hand, her lips forming into an 'o' as he did. His praises always did something to her. Her pussy craved his words almost just as much as it craved his body.

Beads of sweat formed down his heated skin, tracing the contours of his muscles before dripping down onto her skin. With every movement, he felt her velvety walls pulling him into a strong embrace the same way he did her.

"Dammit, Nevaeh," he growled, his voice a low rumble as he tightened his grip on her wrists, pinning them above her head. The weight of their anticipation, simmering for the past two months, now hung thick in the air around them making every glance and every touch 10 times more electrifying.

"Daddy..I'm gonna, I'm gonna nut " she panted.

"Go ahead baby girl, I'm right there with you."

He gave her one last mind-numbing stroke, as they hurtled towards their climax. With a deep growl rumbling in his chest and a whimper caught in her throat, they both stiffened before their bodies trembled as they released.

Her juices gushed, coating him in her warm nectar before dripping onto the crumpled sheets.

As he nutted in her, it felt as if their souls intertwined after being deprived of each other for so long.

Breathing heavily, they lay basking in the euphoria. Roman ran a hand down his face, his breath coming in ragged gasps, a satisfied grin spreading across his lips.

"That was beyond amazing," Nevaeh gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets as waves of pleasure continued to wash over her.

"Hell yeah it was," Roman agreed, his voice full of satisfaction. "But I'm not sure I'm up for that two-month wait again. We'll have to explore something else from another one of your friend's books."

With a laugh, Nevaeh nodded in agreement. "Me either, and I highly doubt she has another book. She's not as adventurous as you."

"You never know," he teased, his fingers trailing teasingly over her skin. "Maybe instead of a Sex Typhoon, she has a Sex Storm or something."

Neveah rolled her eyes, giggling softly at his goofiness. "Anywaysss, let me get to washing these sheet.."

As Nevaeh rose to her feet to clean the sheets, Roman couldn't resist the urge to explore her further. Standing behind her, his touch sent shivers coursing through her body all over again. She tilted her head back, offering herself to him, and he leaned in planting small kisses on her ear. His warm breath igniting the fire they had just put out.

"Or instead of cleaning the sheets, we can get and the shower and have ourselves a little sex tsunami.." he whispered.

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bokuroskitten · 2 years

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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ BIG BEEFY MEN 😵‍💫

Ft. Bokuto, Taiju, Tengen, Toji, Osamu, Draken

Warnings: size kink x 1727292718, manhandling and lots of it, fem bodied reader, titles used: papa, daddy, sir, overstimulation, edging, implied age gap for toji’s part, mentions of creampie, slight exhibitionism for Osamu, drool, cute pet names like baby, princess, etc, only lightly edited my bad

Note: I had too much fun writing this YEJAJJS, like 😵‍💫, it also took me a while cause every time I would add another guy I would daydream for like a couple hours 🤤 this is multifandom cause there are just too many beefy men to go around, and honestly I could have added more (Daichi, Matsukawa, Todo, Mirio, Sakuna, Benkei… 😵‍💫😵‍💫) but then I’d be at this forever UWJAJ so take this, for now, <333 reblogs, comments and feedback are always greatly appreciated <3

Bokuto:

Bokuto who works out 6 days a week and still runs on the 7th 😔 he’s always working on his muscles, making sure he’s physically fit and always up to par for volleyball. Iwaizumi keeps him on a strict workout regime and he doesn’t mind that, considering it shows results and makes him feel good. You honestly don’t mind the schedule either, because you get to watch him pump bars over his head, muscles contracting and rippling, sweat dripping in beads along his toned chest. He’s a god really, with a build like that, and your eyes can’t help but stayed glued to him. It’s only when he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been caught, cheeks suddenly starting to burn as you snap your eyes away from his abs and up to his face. That smug look of his doesn’t help your embarrassment, making you bite your lip sheepishly. “Enjoyin the view, birdy?” He asks through a grin, and you don’t bother lying, you’ve been caught away so you nod, heart doing a little flip in your chest when he holds a hand out to you. You don’t hesitate to go to his side, allowing his hand to guide your own over the plane of his abs. Your fingertips trace the defined muscles there, despite how they still contract and sweat and you sigh softly, pupils basically in little heart shapes when you look back up at him. “You look so good, Koutarou….”

He’s got you laid out flat on his workout bench, clothes were haphazardly thrown across the padded flooring. Your slips hang open in a silent cry as he looms over you again, chest pressed right up to your back as his cock bullies its way to the hilt back into your gummy walls. His groan right next to your ear is almost overwhelming, his body swallowing you up and taking over all your senses as his hips hump up against your ass, pushing and pulling his cock shallowly in and out of you. When you let out a hiccuping sigh against the leather of the bench he chuckles softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Liked bein stuffed like this, huh baby? Wanna be stuffed with cum too, don’t you?” You nod because the words don’t form, becoming lost on your tongue and replaced with whines as soon as Bokuto starts rotating his hips. One thick arm manages to slip underneath you and his palm rests open on your tummy, uncaring of the sweat and slick that makes everything a little messier. “Cum f’me.” His words vibrate against your back, his index finger managing to find your clit to add a steady pressure to the pulsing bud. You would have jolted, but you’re trapped beneath him, so all you can do is let out a shaky sob. “Cum f’papa and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

Taiju:

Taiju is a busy man, running his successful restaurant was a full-time job that took up a lot of his time. And yet despite this, he always made time for his baby. He’d take you along to special events, and business meetings, but especially to suit fittings. You were the one that made him rekindle his relationship with Mitsuya, knowing that he would be the best person for the job in terms of making a suit that would actually fit Taiju’s size and stature. You claimed you went to talk to Mitsuya, which may have been part of the reason, but Taiju knew why you went along to every fitting. You got to see him almost naked, arms outstretched and shoulder blades contracting as Mitsuya took his proper measurements. He watched you through the full-length mirrors that covered the studio walls. How you’d press your thighs together, squirming in the chair you sat in. How your eyes would get glossy when he’d slip the brand new suit jacket on, testing the fit and how it would look perfect on his frame. The best is when he’d pull the suit pants on for the first time and your eyes were literally glued to his butt, lip bitten between your lips almost swollen. Mitsuya would leave the room as Taiju undressed into his normal clothes, and it’s only then that he’d scoff softly, eyes a bit narrowed as he finally catches your attention. “You’re so obvious.” He states, only making you fiddle with the hem of your skirt a bit more as you try to play innocent. “Staring at me like a piece of meat. Bet your panties are soaked through…”

As soon as the two of you got back to your shared home he’d have you pinned against a wall. If you had it your way you would’ve done it in the car, but Taiju wanted to make you wait and teased you the whole drive. Reminder you that only whores get that hot and bothered so easily, held your thigh in his big hand cause he knew it made you melt seeing how he could so easily grip the fat there. He picked you up at this point, your skirt bunched up at your waist and your panties ripped clean off. His hands gripped harshly to the fat of thighs, holding you up against the wall with nothing but strength as he used the force of gravity to fuck up into you. The slap of his hips was wet from how much you were dribbling, his eyes wide and feral as he watched your head lull back against the wall, a bit of drool leaving your lips that were stuck hung in a silent scream. He grins, lips littering sloppy kisses along your neck, uncaring of the marks he left behind. “Pretty lil dumb thing…” he murmurs, grinding his hips so his cock could thoroughly stir your insides. “This is all you think about, isn’t it? Getting fucked open by my big cock?” That caught your attention, nodding your head as your nails leave crescents into his shoulder. You’re mumbling “yes sir, yes Taiju” as his speed suddenly picks up, loving the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. “Such a good girl.”

Tengen:

Tengen knows he’s attractive, he has 4 wives who all adore him, of course, he’s attractive. He also knows very that he’s built like a god, with muscles that bulge just right, flex and make him look even better. Sure, he got this way from hard work and dedication, but it helps too that he’s naturally flashy, with a good style and personality to go with his looks. He knows that people watch him, he knows that people flirt with him, and rather openly. Most of his wives have gotten used to this, but you? You’re a little newer, can’t help but be a bit protective and a lil insecure when it comes to your partner. So when you see two women flirting with him at a festival, something like jealousy flames within your belly. You can’t even help the way you get upset, lips twisting into a pout. It’s when one of the random women has the audacity to put her hand onto his bicep, giving it a squeeze that you lose it. You cling onto him, basically prying him away from their grimy hands and sending them a death glare in the process. The girls got the memo instantly, slinking away with grumbles and pouts of their own. To make matters worse Tengen is oblivious to it all. He was used to this, people hitting on him, but you acting like this? “What’s wrong?” He asks, the amusement in his tone only making you ten times angrier. Rather than explaining yourself you flip him off, an action that only fuels him further to get an answer out of you…

Your back is trembling against his chest, his fingers so lazily petting at your clit driving you absolutely wild but you can’t do anything about it. Your hands are trapped behind you between your bodies, bound by the silky material of the cord that usually holds his robe together. His cock somehow looks even bigger right now, stuffed within your quivering pussy and stretching it open. His base is covered already in a layer of your sheen that’s been steadily leaking out of you and yet he still hasn’t let you cum. You Yelp from the sudden impact of his fingertips against your swollen numb, fat tears finally spilling from your lashes and onto your hot cheeks. “Why would you ever need to be jealous, pretty? Ever?” He questions you again, fingers going back to slowly rolling your clit. You let out a soft sob, head lulling back into his broad chest as you try to buck your hips along his cock, only for his free hand to keep you firmly in place. “Don’t you know I picked you for a reason? Don’t you know I love you so, so much that I wanted you and only you to join the girls and me in our marriage?” His voice lowers as you start to flutter around his cock again, and his fingers start to speed up, finally. “Won’t ask ya again, tell me, do you know I love you?” You cry out, lips bit swollen as you tilt your head back enough to meet his gaze. He flashes you a smile, the first one you’ve gotten since the start of this punishment and you whimper, nodding dumbly. “I-I know, I-I know daddy, m’sorry, was bein dumb—“ He shushes you with his lips, finally moving his hips. He bucks them up into you, making your whole body bounce in his lap from the sheer size difference. “Not dumb, never dumb Darlin.. ya just forget sometimes…” The knot in your stomach finally snaps as he circles your clit, the squeeze of your pussy making his groan into your open mouth. “Just forget how perfect ya are f’me, that’s all.”

Toji:

Toji, big big Toji who knows very well that most ladies are attracted to him for his size. He likes to go for the little shy ones. The ones that stare at him with innocent eyes, look at him a little longer than they should and always manage to get caught. He’ll send you a wink, sometimes even wave playfully just to get you all the more embarrassed. His favourite type to go for though, as horrible as it is, are the girls his son is always bringing home. It’s a little fucked up, isn’t it? But Toji knows, knows that his son may try his best, but he can’t please a woman like he can, not yet anyway. So as his father, it’s his job to keep Megumi’s girls pleased when he can’t do so himself. He sees it as helping of course, surely the girl will stick with his son longer if she knows she’ll get a treat every time she comes over…

“Skirts shorter than usual…” Toji muses, his eyes lit up in amusement as his fingers brushed over the soft pleats found in the fabric. His hips are snapping back into your ass again just so your lips hang open, the start of a yelp about to escape had he not shoved the hem of the skirt between your lips. You muffle a whine into the material, fingers curling up against the wall you were currently pressed up against. “Musta wanted me to notice, isn’t that right dollface?” He says between a chuckle, his grin getting bigger as he gets a better grip on your hips, making you stick your ass out a bit more and arch your back for him. This angle allows his cock head to smack into your cervix, kissing it with the tip and threatening to break through. His balls are heavy as they slap against your skin, only adding to the lewd, wet slaps that echo from your cute pussy. He leans closer to your ear, whispering against the soft flesh when you let out a string of sobs about how you’re gunna cum. “Yea? Gunna cum for daddy are ya?” He laughs when you nod, teeth sinking into your shoulder as one thick hand slides over your hips to tease on your clit, helping you reach your high faster. “Go on, make sure you’re loud enough that your boyfriend knows his daddy is fucking you this good.”

Osamu:

Osamu has always been the bulkier of the two twins. Even in their volleyball days, his muscles weren’t as lean as Atsumu’s. He was built bigger, shoulders broader, the baby fat on his cheeks remaining longer. Now as an adult his muscles didn’t go away, oh no, he needs them to lift the heavy bags of rice to and from the restaurant, but he has certainly filled out. Shoulders spreading, biceps bulging. A light layer of fat forms over his chest, the muscles underneath just making him look bigger. The T-shirts he always wears show these off, and although he takes no mind to how his body has changed, you certainly have. It makes you drool when his arms flex as he quickly cuts up vegetables and when he grunts as he lifts a rice bag on his shoulder. The best is when he ties his apron around him, Accentuating just how small his waist still is despite how he’s broadened out. He doesn’t even realize how attractive he is, honestly. You can’t even help yourself when you gawk at him at work, and you certainly can’t help how heat pools between your legs. He starts to really notice when you pout up at him, pretty legs rubbing together on the stool you sit at…

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He’s grumbling his words against your lips as if he’s not happy to have his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “Too fuckin spoiled to wait.” He added, his reprimanding turning into a grunt when your nails run through his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp just the way he likes it. He latches onto your lower lip, suckling it like his favourite treat as his big hands grab at your thighs. He tenderly squeezes the flesh he loves before gripping it, easily hauling you up onto the countertop he was previously making food on. He’s thankful you’re wearing a skirt today because all it takes is one good tug and your panties are ripped clean off, exposing your dampened lower lips to him and making goosebumps rise on your lips. He clicks his tongue when you start to complain about how those were your favourite pair, one of his palms pressing into your tummy to easily push you back into the cold countertop. “Quit yer bitchin, I’ll get a new pair.” You were about to shoot back, but all your words get lost on your tongue when he spits onto your pussy, two thick fingers locked in and rubbing on your clit. A smirk twitches on his lips, shaking his head as he watches just how easily you come undone for him. He presses a kiss to your hip bone. “That’s it, be a good girl and take what you want, gunna fuck ya real good.”

Draken:

we all know I could go on for hours about Draken 😔 I mean do you blame me? He’s huge, the biggest of all his friends in both height and build. He’s always been naturally big, the width of his shoulders sometimes making it hard for him to find proper attire that fits him comfortably. Hence why he settles for tank tops a lot, which gives him more space to breathe. Would never admit it out loud but he 100% is very aware when you’re checking him out and he LOVES it. Draken doesn’t like to flaunt himself but when you do it it’s different. Makes his cheeks heat up a bit and his cock twitch knowing how damn lucky he is to have someone as pretty as you obsessed with him like that. So he’ll let you stare, whether it be while he’s working at the shop, working out, or simply when the two of you are out. He’ll let your eyes linger on him, sometimes he’ll even flex on purpose, holding back laughter when you suck in a sharper breath. He will tease you about it, sometimes of course cause he can’t even help himself. He’ll turn and smirk at you, “like what you see, princess?” Or “my eyes are up here, goofy.” But comments like that always leave you in a huff and he’ll have to chase you after to make up for it. Which is fine, but sometimes, he lets you linger, lets you really stare and get yourself worked up, cause that’s when you’ll pounce him. You have such little patience, and it’s so so amusing to your big boyfriend when you try to drag his ass around to get what you desire from him…

As soon as the two of you had returned home from your date you had dragged Draken to the couch, not even bothering to bring him to the bedroom because it had been far too long and you were craving him already. He had worn that tank top you love so much, with the low-cut armholes that show off his toned sides and arms. You just couldn’t take it. You needed to have him. Which is how you ended up straddling his lap, needy whines leaving your lips as your fingers desperately tried to unbuckle his belt, simply settling for pawing at his crotch when you couldn’t seem to get it. He’s grinning, holding back little strings of laughter. “Eager huh?” Normally you would have snapped back at a comment like that, but when his fingers finally freed his cock, you simply sighed in contentment, licking your lips at how it stood at attention, leaking so pretty just for you to sit on. You had already discarded your bottoms, lifting yourself on your hunches and easing yourself easily onto his cock. The stretch was always mind-numbing, back arching and goosebumps forming on your thighs as you slowly work your way over him. The little whimpers, whines, needy noises you made were a melody to Draken’s ears, his hands massaging the supple skin of your thighs as you moved at your own pace. He groaned softly when your pussy started to flutter around him already, your walls being stubborn as usual when first taking him in. “Fuck—“ he gritted out, pupils dilating when you looked at him with teary eyes, lips puffy as you huffed. “Help me, Ken, want all of you.” His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, bearing his teeth in an amused grin as he lifted you up with ease, just enough that his head sat between your walls. He didn’t hesitate when he slammed you back down on his cock, sheathing all the way on his cock, the knock of it up against your cervix making your breath leave you in a gasp. He doesn’t let up from there, using the bruising grip he has on your love handles to bounce you up and down on his cock. “So. Fucking. Needy— and you can’t even take what you want on your own? Really are just a dumb lil baby aren’t you, princess?” You’re sobbing from the brutal pace, head lulling onto his shoulder as he bounces you like you’re nothing. And to him, it’s a simple task, the pleasure of the pretty tight walls milking his cock only making it easier for him to manhandle you. “Fuck—“ he grins, planting his feet so his hips can fuck up into you, further jolting you along his cock. “You just sit pretty, daddy will do all the work—“

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star1ight0 · 18 days

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Tenya Iida x Reader

" No need to worry "

I have testing anxiety so here we are me writing this junk and you reading it. Remember not to overwhelm yourself study, sleep eat, you'll do great!

Tenya was a man whose mind was literally like a machine, he tried his best to keep everything to a strict schedule, he had set times to study, eat, sleep everything. Your rather unfortunate sleeping and eating habits worried him. A few months ago you collapsed during training because of exhaustion and lack of nutrition. This resulted in a rightfully worried boyfriend. He made you stick with his schedule for at least a week to ensure you ate and slept properly. You had to admit it was nice to be around him more but old habits are hard to break. Exams were soon and coming along with that is the stress of keeping up, admittedly you were top 10 within your class but that only added to the pressure to maintain that.

Zoned out, in your dorm starting at a math worksheet you feel a hand on your shoulder "You look like you're confused" Tenya says now sitting next to you. "Shit sorry, I didn't hear you. I just zoned out it's okay." You say sitting up and placing your hands back on your work. Tenya walked away grabbing a paper bag not speaking.

He picks up the many cans of energy drinks, scratch paper and small snacks wrappings littered around your work space. "When was the last time you ate, properly." He says looking at the bag of trash, with little to no trace of any real food. "I-uh don't remember.." you say looking down placing your hands in your lap picking at your nails. After a few seconds of awkward silence you picked up you pencil looking back at your homework and notebooks.

Keeping your eyes open was harder than you'd like to admit. Tenya looks at you not a look of disappointment like you had thought but rather concern. "I don't think you need me explaining how bad that is." He says his voice is full of concern as he places his hand towards you signaling to you to get up, you grab his hand feeling an overwhelming wave in dizziness stumbling falling towards Tenya. He Catches you cupping your face "I'll make you some food, go sit down. No more work for tonight."

You look at him a pouty look just as you go to protest his offer he places a finger of your lips "Your great, at everything. You're stressing out and overthinking all of this, that's why it feels more complicated. So sit down and let me make you something" You look at him small tears forming in your eyes, feeling Tenya's hands on your face. You look away from his gaze not wanting him to see you cry. "Hey now, no need to hide your face" you feel his thumbs wiping away your tears. "I- don't want to lose my spot and fall behind" you say voice shaking leaning into his touch.

After a few minutes you sit on the bed looking at the floor as Tenya uses the microwave in your dorm to make you a semi-proper meal. He looks over at you picking your nails. As he walks over he finds one of many of your little fidget toys placing it in your hands along with a water bottle placed next to your bed. "No more studying, it's late. Just eat this then try to sleep okay?"

He walks away returning with your food. "You didn't have to do all this I would've been fine" you say looking up at him food in hand "That's the biggest lie I've heard all day" he spits rather coldly but can tell he's genuinely worried about you. After you eat your food you can still feel Tenya's concerned gaze lingering. "You've eaten and had water, so I think it's best for me to go-" he's cut off by you wrapping your hands around him "h-hey! Please let go" he says trying to pull you away

"I know I've already caused you problems but please stay" you say looking up at him, it was rare Mr. Class Rep ever did anything like this. It's not like your relationship was a secret he just didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. Despite his protest eventually he agrees to stay. He sits on your bed, you next to him. You place your head on his lap causing a small but sudden flinch. "If you are that worried about your grade you can always ask me for help, I don't want you doing this it's unhealthy and you know that very well. My love.. I love you so rely on me " you feel your face go warm sure if the fact you probably look like a flustered mess he had always tried to be less uptight with you and feeling just how much he meant his words was comforting. "I- love you too" You look at him sitting up and placing a kiss on his lips then cuddling into him feeling yourself drift off.

This was shorter than I wanted but whatever. Requests are open! I try to write when and where I can but I got exams tomorrow 💀

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I saw that ur criminal minds agere fic is just one so here is my request

Daddy hoch x dada derek x little reader where something is bothering her but she regressed to a headspace where she is non verbal (she is always tiny in her headspace but today she was extra tiny) and they try to find out what's wrong but there gotta go to work but dont want to leave her alone so they go all to the Bau and after a while she falls asleep with her paci in mouth a stuffy under her arm a blankie in her hand and wrapped in a very big cozy weighet blanked 😍😍🥺

GET OUT OF HERE! Don’t actually because this fic is absolutely adorable!! I’m a sucker for a good CG!Hotch fic but CG!Morgan too!! I’m dead!! I absolutely love the ideas you added to the request so I made sure to include them all! I apologize for how long this took me to write. Between school and all the rewriting I’ve been doing it’s been a bit of a hassle. But I’m very happy with how this fic turned out! Please enjoy!! Thank you for the request!

Baby in the Bullpen 🍼🏢📄

Caregiver! Aaron Hotchner, Caregiver! Derek Morgan, & Fem Little! Reader

Tags - SFW!, hurt/comfort, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses, pacifiers, sippy cups, low key mentions of pull-ups, BAU family

Nicknames - Princess, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, Daddy for Hotch, Dada for Morgan

Picture a day where everything is perfect. It’s a perfect day where everything goes well and there’s no problem or pressure at all. Almost like you’ve been floating on a happy little cloud.

Today is not one of those days.

Today is a day where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong. Like a rain cloud that’s only centered on you.

I knew the moment I woke up it was going to be one of those days. Snuggled between my Caregivers in a nice warm bed, what more could any Little ask for? But my alarm went off and off to work I went.

It wasn’t every day my Caregivers had the day off, so I was especially mad I had work while the two of them were home. But trying to match my schedule with theirs always seemed like an uphill battle.

I arrived to my job at the bookstore to a line, let me repeat, A LINE of angry customers! How you could possibly be angry in a bookstore is beyond me, but today wanted to test me to see my limits.

So there I stood, listening to one complaint after the other, all while trying to keep my composure.

My book came with scratches on the cover!

My book’s cover was supposed to be purple!

I didn’t like the ending!

You didn’t say it was a sad book!

Blah, Blah, Blah. All utterly stupid and pointless complaints that were more ridiculous than the next. Despite their ridiculous claims it’s began to ware me down with one right after the other.

I longed for the day to end, for my Caregivers, who were probably on each others nerve by now without me as their favorite buffer. The thought brought a smile to my face.

Then my manager came over and decided to ruin it all. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to stay later today. Elizabeth called in sick.”

“I can’t I have plans.” Do I actually have plans? No, nothing besides a nice early dinner and cuddling with my Caregivers. But she didn’t need to know that.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to cancel them. You’re the only one here so you’re going to cover it.” And with that she walked away.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the day layered on again. I became overwhelmed with emotions I wasn’t allowed to have at the moment. I took my break and went into the restroom to pull myself together.

Frustrated tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t break down now, not yet. I would have time for this when I got home. I just needed a minute and then I could go back out there and deal with everyone once again.

~~~

Morgan could see Y/N’s headlights going up the driveway before he heard the car door slam shut.

“Hotch, she’s home.” He called out to him, before the front door opened.

The moment Y/N entered the house, Morgan and Hotch immediately looked over. Morgan sat by the television and Hotch had popped out of kitchen. But immediately they could both see that something was wrong.

“Princess? You alright?” Morgan right away asked. His usual smile replaced with a worried look.

Y/N didn’t say a word. She just dropped her bags and started crying. Morgan jumped from the couch and quickly made his way over to her.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened? What’s going on?” Morgan lifted the sad Little into his arms.

Y/N didn’t say a word, she just grabbed Morgan’s shirt like her life depended on it and cried. Hotch crossed the house, joining Morgan and Y/N at the door.

The two Caregivers shared a worried look. “What happened sweetheart?” Hotch tried to ask but still Y/N didn’t say a word. She just buried her head against Morgan’s chest and continued to sob.

Morgan began walking around the room with the Little in his arms, lighting bouncing and shushing her cries. One arm wraps around her back with his hand cradling her head.

Morgan and Hotch continue to share worried looks to one another as the two Caregivers turn their profiling sides on for a moment.

“She was supposed to be home at 3 right?”

“Yeah but she texted me saying they had to keep her there long.” Hotch replied.

“So a bad day at work?”

“This isn’t just from a bad day at work. This is a build up. We were gone all last week and now the first day of our break she has to work. Mix that with possibly a bad day and…” Hotch trailed on.

“Poor baby,” Morgan coos, “Missing your handsome Caregiver today huh?” He jokes hoping to get anything from his little one, but it doesn’t get a smile. Instead she just rests her head on his shoulder as tears still slip from her eyes.

Thankfully all the walking around bouncing seemed to work, at least a little bit. Y/N was no longer crying but she didn’t seem too happy either.

“There we go, no more tear gorgeous. You’re okay now. We’ve got you.” Morgan sat beside Hotch on the couch, pulling Y/N in his lap.

Hotch leaned over and wiped the remaining tears from her face. “It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” He asked but Y/N just cuddled closer to Morgan instead of answering.

All at once the two realized their baby was feeling a bit non verbal today. It didn’t happen often with Y/N, but when it did they knew she was feeling especially young.

“Not in the mood for talking? That’s okay princess. We’ve got you.” Morgan starts to say.

“How about this? How about we go upstairs and get changed out of these big uncomfortable clothes and into something a bit more comfortable? Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no.”

Morgan took her hand in his. After a moment of thinking he set a single squeeze. He looked to Hotch and nodded. “Alright, let’s get you changed.”

He stands and immediately smells something burning. “Aaron…you’re burning dinner again.” Hotch’s face dropped. He jumps up from the couch and runs into the kitchen.

Morgan smirked and shook his head. He carries Y/N upstairs and while chuckling, “It isn’t really a Daddy dinner if he didn’t burn it?” He joked. That got a small smile from Y/N. They were heading in the right direction.

Once in her light pink bedroom, he set her down on her bed and began going through her dresser drawer. “Okay, I think for you tonight we’re going to get you dressed in the absolute softest pajamas. And the absolute softest pajama you have arrrreeeeee these!”

He turned back to the bed to see Y/N sitting patiently with her favorite stuffie Sharky the shark in hand. “Ta-da!” He held up the fluffy pink long sleeve onesie complete with footed feet.

Y/N squeezes their stuffie as they took a moment of consideration. They decided with a simple nod of the head as a yes to Morgan and the footed onesie.

“Great! I thought I picked a good one,” he winked, “Now let’s get you changed for the night.”

Morgan helped Y/N take off their normal work attire and changed into the soft onesie and a pull-up for good measure. “There we are. Now let’s get your hair out of your face.” Morgan moved to get their hair tied and brush when there was a knock to the door.

~~~

Daddy walked in and he had that look on his face. You know, the look that says something’s wrong and he’s not happy about it.

“Derek I need to speak to you for a moment.”

That’s never a good thing.

“Y/N, we’ll be right outside the door okay? Just for a minute.” Dada reiterated.

My two Caregivers left the room and closed the door behind them. Then, once again, I was alone. The terrible feelings start to come back again.

Dada scared them away with his gentle rocking, shushing and jokes. He always knows how to make me feel better when I’m upset. But now my sadness was returning and with it fear. It’s never a good thing when your Caregivers go to talk about something first without you there.

I squeezed my shark stuffie a little tighter as I stared down the bedroom door. Was I in trouble? Was there trouble? My mind started to spiral with ideas.

It sounded like they were arguing, not with each other but about something. Again, that’s never a good thing to hear. My sadness took a backseat for a second as curiosity took the wheel. I hoped off my bed and walked over to the door with the hopes of maybe catching what they were talking about.

“Call them back and tell them we can’t. I mean you see the kind of night she’s having.”

“You don’t think I know that? *sigh* I tried everything, every excuse in the book. Rossi knows us, he knows Y/N. He wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t life or death, you know he wouldn’t.”

“So what are we going to do? She can’t be by herself tonight-“

I backed away from the door as I processed what they’re saying. Uncle Rossi called? That means they were going to the office. They’re leaving me.

The realization brought sadness back to the drivers seat. I walked back over to my bed and crawled under the covers. Maybe it’s better if I’m alone. I don’t want them! I don’t want anyone!

I cried into my shark stuffie as I heard the door open and close again. Then I heard the sound of footsteps over to my bed before I felt someone sit next to me.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. You don’t have to hide it’s just Daddy.” Hotch said as his hand rubbed the top of the blanket.

Okay maybe I was lying when I said I wanted to be alone…because I don’t. I want him to stay!

I peeked my head out from the blanket and was met with Daddy’s worried eyes. He opened his arms to me as a silent invitation, one I happily took. He brought me into his lap and hugged me close. I rested my head on his shoulder as tears fell from my eyes.

“There’s my sweet girl. Now, there’s something we need to talk about.”

The last scared me, and all at once I started crying some more as I shook my head no. I don’t want to hear the bad news.

“It’s okay, you didn’t hear it yet. It’s not a bad thing I promise. It’s just…a change of plans.” Hotch sighed as he began to rub my back to calm me down, “You see, Uncle Rossi called me and he really needs Dada and I to go to the office and work on something. Now normal I would rather you stay home and stay far away from the office. But I can see you really need Dada and I tonight so…you’re going to come to the office with us.”

My sniffles here and there stopped for a moment as I process what he was saying. I would come into the office with them?

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him confused. I would go to his office, like this? And he was okay with it? I mean, his team knows about my regress. One of them even regresses too. Spencer and I are best friends because of it. But everyone else at the FBI doesn’t know.

I guess Daddy could see my confusing because he explained on. “It would only be us, just our team. It’s too late for everyone else to be at the office anyway. Just Aunt JJ, Aunt Emily, Aunt Penelope, Uncle Rossi and Spencer. No one else.”

That put my worries at ease, but it didn’t answer million other questions running through my mind. Before I really understood what was happening, he stood up and made his way over to the dresser.

He paused seeing my hair ties and brush sitting on top. Daddy chuckled, “It’s a good thing I stopped Dada before he brushed your hair. Isn’t that right?”

I mean he wasn’t lying. When it came to doing my hair, Hotch is my favorite person…well after Aunt Penelope, JJ and Emily of course. Morgan…he wasn’t the most gentle when it came to brushing my hair. He sat back on the bed and began to brush and tie my hair.

Once satisfied, he went to my closet and grabbed my usual Little to-go bag. He began packing it with the usuals some coloring books, crayons, toys, my pacifier, and a weighted blanket. But speaking of paci…

Immediately when I saw my favorite pacifier I whined and made grabbie hands for it. Daddy immediately held it up for me as if to say “is this want you want?” When I nodded my head yes repeatedly, he walked over and handed it to me.

I immediately popped it in and felt the rush of relief. There’s something about a paci that just melts away the stress. I held Sharkey close and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the nice fuzzy feeling before it disappeared.

Daddy walked back over with a little pacifier clip. He wrapped it around and clipped it to my onesie so I wouldn’t lose it.

Dada popped in with a sippy cup on his hand. He handed it to Daddy before he zipped the bag up. I looked over at Dada and notice the new outfit he was wearing. Actually, now that I’m thinking that I notice Daddy was the same way. Out of their usual at home comfy clothes and back into their stupid work clothes.

“All set?” Hotch asked Morgan.

“Yeah I’m all set. Is she all good?”

“She’s all packed up and ready to go.”

Then they both looked back to me. I just squeezed Sharky and looked away. Dada walked over and kneeled down beside me.

“I know the last thing you want to do tonight is go out. But…” he dragged the but on, “Think of this whole thing like an adventure. Going undercover with your Caregivers at the FBI. You’re our Little agent tonight.”

I lifted my head up and met his eyes. That did sound cool the way he was saying it. I put my arms out to him and made grabby hands to be held.

He never needs to be told twice. He smiled, lifting me up into his arms. “Come on baby, let’s start our adventure.”

Dada carried me to the car with Daddy right behind. In Daddy’s arms, my backpack and his brief case in the other. Daddy hoping in the drivers seat while Dada buckled me into my seat. Once he hopped into the passenger seat, we were off.

The ride to the BAU wasn’t long at all, but with the emotionally exhausting day I’ve been having, I kept nodding off the whole drive. I really only woke up when the SUV came to a stop in the underground parking garage.

Daddy came to my side of the car, helping me with my seatbelt before I hoped out. It was weird seeing the parking garage so empty. Usually it would be filled with cars. Now it had our SUV and the others cars inside of it with the rest of the spots empty.

We made our way to the elevator. “Wanna press 15 for me sweetheart?” Hotch asked. I nodded and happily pressed the button. With that the doors close and we start to go up.

Once the doors opened I immediately started to feel shy. It’s very rare that I go out regressed like this, walking around in my onesie, stuffie in my hands and my paci in my mouth.

But today was a horrible, horrible day. And there was no way I was going to be much older than I am now.

I walk closer to Dada and grab his hand. He holds onto it tightly as I walk sort of hidden behind him.

Once in the bullpen Rossi greeted us. He began briefing Morgan and Hotch on what’s going on. All the big words fly over my head as I stay hidden against Dada’s side.

After a moment he turns and looks at me, “And hello my beautiful niece! How are you doing tonight? Out on a late night adventure?” Rossi smiles.

“She’s not feeling very talkative tonight David.” Hotch explains.

“Aw! That’s no problem. Whatever is most comfortable for my favorite niece in the whole world.” His kindness starts to bring me out of my shell a bit. I turn from Dada’s side to Rossi with a small smile across my face.

“She’s your only niece.” Morgan chuckles.

“Doesn’t make her any less my favorite.” Rossi winks towards me. Again I can’t help but smile.

With my free hand I lift Sharky up to Rossi to see. “Ahh! Well if it isn’t Sharky! He scared me! I thought there was a loose shark in here! You better keep an eye on him Y/N.” He winked.

Rossi looks back up towards Morgan and Hotch and explaining what they needed to do.

Morgan looks to me and squeezes my hand before letting it go, “Alright princess I gotta go do some work. You’re going to go with Daddy, okay? I’ll see you later.”

With a pat to my back and a kiss to the top of my forehead Dada he made a move to leave. But before he could I grabbed his hand again, a whine sounding behind my pacifier.

I could feel Daddy place a hand on my shoulder as Dada turned around and took his hand from me. “I know baby, I know. I promise I’ll be back soon. You stay with Daddy.” He tried to reassure but I shake my head no.

Tears fell from my face as I watched him walk into the middle of the bullpen and take a seat at his desk. I didn’t want this! I want to be home with the two of them!

Daddy picks me up and carried me towards his office, all while rubbing my back and trying to reassure me. Looking over his shoulder I could see the whole team gathering to talk about the case.

Aunt JJ and Emily stand next to Morgan’s desk chatting with him. Not unusual. What is unusual is Spencer. I’ve never seen Spencer outside of our headspaces before. Whenever we hang out he’s regressed with me. So seeing him working and being his usual adult self was an odd shock to my system.

But soon we were in Daddy’s office with the door shutting behind him. All at once the overwhelming office became less overwhelmed with just the two of us together.

He sat his briefcase down on his desk before crossing the office and taking a seat with me on his office couch. “It’s okay. I know, it’s a long day isn’t it? And it keeps getting longer. But I’m here and Dada’s just a few feet away. We’re here.”

Daddy spends a moment reassuring and comforting me. Once my tears stop falling he coaxes me to start to color at his coffee table. “Alright, Daddy’s got to go do some work and while I do why don’t you color a picture for Dada and I? If you need anything you just come over and I’ll help you.”

With a kiss to my forehead, he picked me up and placed me on the couch. He grabs my coloring book, my crayons and my sippy cup and places them all infront of me before he heads to his desk to work.

For a little while I try not to bother him as he types away on his computer and makes phone call after phone call. But after a picture or two I get a bit antsy. I want to be by him or Dada! Not at this stupid coffee table!

So, grabbing Sharky and my weighted blanket, I make my way over to Daddy at his desk. I round the desk and pull on his sleeve.

~~~

Hotch, who can’t even remember his name at the moment with the amount of work he has, snaps out of his fog when he feels a small tug on his sleeve.

Then a small smile creeps across his face as he sees the tired Little standing infront of him, rubbing their eyes with their fist, a yawn or two escaping behind their pacifier.

“Oh, Y/N. What’s the matter sweetheart?” He asks before remembering.

He takes a moment to look them over before asking, “You wanna go to bed sweetheart?” That gets a nod. “Okay, give me a second and I’ll get the couch set up for you.”

But before he even turns back to his computer, Y/N whiles and shakes her head no. That seemed to upset her.

Hotch turns to her once again, this time confused. She wants to sleep, but not on the couch. “What’s the matter honey?” He asked concerned.

Y/N, with tired tears in her eyes, reach out to him with her stuffie and blanket in her arms. Ohhhhhhh. Finally it kicks in.

“You wanna snuggle honey? Okay. Come here, let’s bundle you up first.” Y/N holds onto her shark as Hotch leans forward and wraps her weighted blanket around her. Then he picked her up like a little burrito and sits her on his lap. Her head rest comfortably against his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

“There you go. Comfy?” He asks getting a small nod in agreement. “Alright, you go to sleep. Daddy will be right here to protect you.” Hotch adds with a kiss to her forehead for good measure.

Hotch continues on working with Y/N peacefully sleeping in his arms. Her head pressed again his chest listening to his heart beat, her paci still in her mouth and her shark stuffie held tightly inside her blankie. She’s the most relaxed she had been all day.

An hour flew by before Hotch received a knock at his door. Garcia popped her head in to ask Hotch a question but that quickly flew out the window as she got a look at how adorable Y/N was.

“Oh my gosh!!! Look at her!!” She whispered, practically dying at the sight of Y/N peacefully sleep in Hotch’s arms.

Garcia couldn’t help herself and alerted everyone to the cute sight. Soon everyone was taking a break from their work to pop into Hotch’s office and see Y/N. They all cooed and awed at the adorable Little who only cuddled closer to her Caregiver.

Morgan smirks and rolls his eyes plays fully, “Hey! When is it my turn?”

“Your chances of being president of the FBI are better than you getting Y/N from my arms.” Hotch jokes back. Now that he had the sweet sleeping Little in his arms, he was not letting her go.

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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Overwhelmed

Hi there love! I had a lovely request that I accidentally deleted. But Fortunately I write it down ; Hiya! I love your stuff and I'm sorry you lost your account!

I was wondering if I could request a little who has a mini meltdown after a busy day (going shopping/being at work where it is noisy) and pulls their hearing aids out and throws them on the floor (doesn't break them!) because the noises become too overwhelming. After they get all the snuggles from Stucky and maybe put in a pull-up and gets a bottle? (Only if you are comfortable!) I can get really stressed and overwhelmed when I wear mine when I'm little because it picks up on the electrical sounds (high pitched sounds, humming etc)

No rush/pressure to do this!

- 🐝 X

I'm sorry to hear you have stress like that, I hope you'll find a way to get it better. I know it can take times but I hope you'll find it <3

And thank you love ❤️

I'm also sorry that i didn't post for 4 days, I was sick and unable to do anything 😅

Anyways, I'm better now so enjoy lovers 💜

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Warnings : angst, stress, meltdown, cries, comfort, pet names, cuddles, paci, lots of love and comfort toward little reader.

Pairing : daddies!stucky ; daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x little!reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

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Too much,

Everything was just too much for you today and you can't handle it anymore.

Usually it's calm and cosy at your work. You just have to read books before they're publishing and you have to say what you liked and what you didn't liked, what you thought would make polemics or could cause any problems. You found the perfect job for you. The room where you cosily read is quiet because either way it's hard to concentrate, it's like that in all the area.

However, today was the total oposite. Some dude name Bobby had his birthday, which is cool, it means cake, having a break from work, it means resting your eyes ect. But you weren't prepared to hear all the loud music and all the loud laughters or yell from your collegues. You tried to get yourself into it but you never liked loud noises, you still made the effort but when everyone started jumping at one song, one of your men collegue grabbed your shoulders to make you jump with them- it was in the euphoria of the moment, he didn't mean to scare you but he did and you got scared. You tried to hide it too but all of those things were a lot to handle on your own.

You got home earlier because you felt too overwhelmed to stay at work and act like everything were fine when nothing was. You rush in the kitchen to get some water. Maybe some fresh liquid will help you calm down. As soon as you open the fridge and take out the bottle of water, it slipped out of your hands and fall down on the cold tiles. The new muffled sound is added to the list and you find yourself on the ground, crying.

You're hands fly to your face and you sob in them. You bring your knees to your chest. You take off your hearing aids and look down at them, your tears fall more violently when you gaze the things in your hands. You throw them on the floor. You don't want to see them, they caused you stressed and you got scared because of them.

You don't hear the front door opening because of your sobs, you don't hear your daddies walking in the house. They laughed about something that happened at work but Steve stops walking and laughing when he hears muffled voice. He looks at Bucky and frowns "is she already at home ?" he asks

Bucky shurgs and they both keep walking quietly this time toward the noises. But when Bucky understands it's not only muffled voice but cries, he starts to run until he reaches the kitchen. Steve is closes behind Bukcy and almost bumps into him when he suddenly stops running. Bucky looks down and sees you curled up on yourself on the kitchen floor. He and Steve kneels down "Baby ?" You shake your head and cries harder. You didn't know how long you were on the floor crying but now you know, it's been a long time.

"Sweetie, something happened ?" Your Papa asks. Bucky sits on one side of you and Steve on the other side of you. You shake your head and keep crying making your daddies worrier. Steve caresses your legs while Bucky caresses your back as they shush you, whisper sweet nothings in your ears and help you getting more comfortable about what happened, even if they still don't know what happened.

"You're okay, you're home now. Nothing bad can happen in here." Your Papa says as he kisses your temple. You let yourself falling against his chest as your cries start to calm down. "Keep going, sweetness. You're doing a great job" he whispers. Bucky grabs the bottle of water who is on the ground and he sees at the same time something else on the ground. He benches over to grab it and frowns "Steve" he says grabbing his husband's attention.

Steve looks up at him, Bucky shows him the hearing aids he has on his hands and Steve frowns. He removes your hair and puts them behind your ears and sees you don't wear yours so the one Bucky has on his hands are probably the one you wore today.

"Sweetie, why don't we go upstairs and take a warm bath ? I’m sure It'll make you feel better" he quietly says as he slides his fingers down your hair "We can go upstairs with some water too since you wanted some" he proposes

They aren't dump, the bottle of water didn't fall by herself from the frige

You sniff and nod your head. Steve nods at Bucky and he goes upstairs to prepare the bath while Steve stays in the kitchen with you. He needs to be sure you're fine.

Steve stands up and rests you on his left hip as he wonders around the kitchen. He grabs a glass and fills it with water as he swings you on his hip. He hums one of your favorite song to calm your cries down. Your head is rest against his shoulder and you put your thumb in your mouth. Steve peers down at you when he finished cleaning the kitchen but when he sees your thumb in your mouth he went to grab it to pull it out but stops himself. He doesn't like those things, Bucky neither but every time you feel anxious or stressed, sad or angry you grab your paci or your Daddies's tag. It calm you to have something in between your lips and right now you need something in your mouth. Steve knows you can't wait to be upstairs to have your paci in your lips so he lets you- for some minutes only, to have your thumb in your mouth.

He caresses your back as he walks upstairs, shushing you every times he hears your quiet sniffs. When he's on top of the staires, he goes to the bathroom and sees Bucky finishing the bath "here you are" he smiles when he hears you behind him. "hi zazzy" you whisper through your thumb. Bucky smiles more and kisses your nose "hi beautiful" he whispers back

"your bath is ready, sweetie" Steve says and sits you on the sink so he and Bucky can help you undress yourself. He steps aside to let Bucky reaches you and he quickly excuses himself to go grab a clean pyjama, for you after your bath.

Bucky removes your shoes first and then your socket. He pulls away by the top your little sunny dress- your favorite, and then removes your underwears carefully. Bucky peers up at you while preparing you for your bath, he gives you winks or pokes here and there to make you smile or giggle which work.

"do you want to go in there by yourself or do you want me to put you in it ?" he asks putting your hair behind your ears. You nod making him laugh. You give him an innocent smile since you don't know why he's laughing but you find it funny. He shakes his head and pushes your nose with his "damn you're so cute"

You blush and giggle as you swing your legs, hitting him from times to times "Why did you nod ?" he asks smirking at you "to go in there by yourself ?" he asks and you nod again "okay so you don't want me to carry you in the bath ?" he says just to be sure but you nod again making him sigh in defeat

Steve chuckles as he stands straight. It's been a long time he was there, watching you both with a loving smile on his face. He was leaning against the doorway but stand up when he sees that you're too little to understand

"Come here" he smiles grabbing you to lowering you down. He grabs your hand and leads you to the warm bathtub. He kneels beside the bathtub and put his arm above the edge of the tub, he dips his fingers in hot water "feel the water and tell us if it's not too hot for you or too cold, sweetness" he says caressing your naked back up and down

You shiver from the touch of your Papa and the cold breeze hitting your sensible skin. You slowly lower your hand above the water and soak your fingers in the water slightly. You get them out and nod at your Papa, "it's okay for you ?" he asks and you nod again. He grabs your hand and helps you getting in it but still let you do it by yourself

Once you're cover of bubble, a pack on your lips and some toys to play with, your daddies puts the glass of water beside you and go in the bedroom to prepare the room for the night. Seeing in what bad stade you were when they came home, they would rather have you beside them all night so they can be sure that you're fine.

Bucky sighs as he makes the bed making Steve looks up at him "what ?"

"What do you think happened ?" he asks looking down at the sheets. Steve shurgs "i don't know but it seems to have shook her up a bit too much but I think we don't have to push her to talk to us. It clearly was something big to her and if she feels the need to talk to us about it then she'll do it but if she needs time, we'll let her be but still show her that we're here incase"

Bucky nods "I have the same opinion" after that he frowns his eyebrows "but," Steve looks up at Bucky again "what about the hearing aids ?"

"Did she broke them ?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head "no, I put them where we put them when she's not wearing them" he says and Steve nods "good, I don't think we don’t need to worry about that. I just think she felt too much things and couldn't handle it anymore and just threw them away. I think she wanted and needed to get in a quiet and calm space of mind and just didn't know how to do that"

Bucky sighs "i know you said we don't have to worry but I do. What if something happened ? Like really happened ?"

"I know it's hard Buck but we can't be on her back all the times. She needs to move on by herself and even if we're behind her if she needs us, she needs to do things by herself" Steve says and grabs his husband's hands "We won't let her down. We'll be there for her but she needs to succeed on her own"

Bucky nods and leans to kiss Steve on the lips. They both make their way back to the bathroom and smile when they see you playing in your bubble bath "are you ready to go out ?" Steve asks but you shake your head "No ?" he frowns

"No Papaa" you whine in a way that say 'obviously' making Bucky laughing "I not soap yet" you say and look side eye at him. Steve shakes his head while smiling "how could I forget that" he says smashing his forehead making you giggle. Bucky grabs your favorite flavor soap and hand it to Steve.

The sweet hands and the delicious flavor slide all over your body and you relax at the feelings. The way his hand strokes your body make you more sleepy than you were before. After cleaning each one of your toes who got yourself giggling, Steve pulls you up and lowers you on the ground while Bucky hold wide open a big towel.

They help you get your pyjama on you and after cleaning you teeth, your Papa goes to grab Bucksie so he's in bed, all ready for you. Bucky lifts you up and walks you to their warm and big comfy bed. He goes under the cover after you and cover your tired body with the sheets"here you go, little one" he says kissing your forehead. You hear the door closing and feel your Papa going in bed behind you.

He rests Bucksie in your arms and kisses your cheek. You mumble a quietly thank you and snuggle your daddies. Your Daddy slides his fingers in your hair and your Papa's on your back "we're here if you need us, beautiful. Always. You can count on us if you need it, you don't need to be ashamed of how you're feeling or if you need help with something, anything." Your Daddy says resting his forehead against yours

"we love you and we're here for you, sweetie. Always and forever"

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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A Baby Changes Everything {Part 3}

A/N: Not too sure about this chapter but nevertheless, enjoy!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,918

You laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours thinking over what had been said by your parents. It felt as if you were trapped. You were being backed into a corner and being coursed into making the biggest decision of your life. You were isolated but you weren’t alone.

As of late, Steve was the only other person who could even understand what was going on in your life. You didn’t hesitate to grab your bag and walk past your parents who were here together discussing what happened. Their talking was ignored as you hurried past them.

Your parents weren’t spiteful by any means but were struggling. They were desperate to make matters better and you having a baby wasn’t helping. Though their pressure and recent show of events were adding stress.

Ignoring everything around, you walked quickly to the nearest payphone with only Steve on your mind. You hoped that he was home, there was no other option. You needed some reassurance or hell, a distraction from all of these thoughts.

You dialed the number you knew by heart and tapped your foot nervously each time the phone continued to ring. After what seemed to be long impending rings later, the phone clicked.

“Harrington residence.”

You let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Steve’s voice. It was comforting just to hear him speak. It was soothing the ache you felt in your heart when it seemed that your entire world was crashing down around you.

“I need you to pick me up,” your voice wavered when you tried sounding normal. You didn’t want him to be worried but he’d pick up on it anyways. The sound of him moving in the background became apparent as his voice seemed to sound closer to the phone.

“Is everything alright?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose trying to keep it together. It seemed that all you do nowadays was cry and become overwhelmed and you hated the two feelings and how much they seemed to increase as each day passed.

“Now Steve, please.”

He seemed to understand with just those few words.

“Alright, I’m headed over.”

You stood just outside the entrance of the trailer park with only your bag in hand. It was hard to not focus on the events that happened earlier. It was all weighing heavily on your mind. By the time Steve pulled up, you brushed away the stray tears and hoped inside the passenger seat.

You saw him look over at you but he didn’t say anything. He simply continued driving somewhere. You didn’t care where just somewhere away from home. The ride remained silent with only the sound of the radio on.

When Steve finally stopped the car that’s when you finally looked around the surrounding area to see that he brought you to the lake. It was silent and no one was around.

You got out of the car and walked closer to the water. Steve followed closely behind.

It was peaceful to hear the sound of the calm water and the birds chirping nearby. It was the type of environment you needed to be in. You took a deep breath of air while closing your eyes.

You took a few more minutes to yourself and sat down trying to take in this new area. Steve sat down next to you and started to skip rocks on the water which was nice to watch.

He kept looking over at you but he continued to wait. When you turned your head to look at him that’s when he finally asked his question.

“So what’s going on?”

You dug into the dirt finding a rock and played with it in your hand to distract your nerves.

“Apparently, our parents had a discussion over the phone. Your dad-” you bit your bottom lip to hold it together. “Your dad is offering us money if we put the baby up for adoption.”

You looked over at Steve to gauge his reaction. To be honest you didn’t know if he knew or if he put his dad up to the whole ordeal. You were hoping he had nothing to do with it but you didn’t know for sure.

Steve narrowed his brows in confusion and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“He’s offering my parents and me $500,000 all cash. He told my parents that’ll he’ll pay the cost of the rest of my pregnancy up until I give birth. He said it’ll be discrete and we’ll forget this ever happened. The Harrington legacy will be untarnished without me and the baby being attached to you.”

“That son of a bitch,” Steve whispered harshly shaking his head. Your throat burned trying to hold it together and by the look on Steve’s face, he knew it too. “Hey, hey, nothing changes. We continue doing what we do.”

It was easier said than done but there was one more piece of information.

“My parents want me to accept the deal.”

Steve cocked his head and the expression on his face was sympathetic. He looked down at the floor and distracted himself by digging his shoe in the dirt.

“What do you want to do?” He was asking you out of pure curiosity if the plan had changed.

“I don’t know.” You were confused. If it had been just Steve’s dad telling you this then you wouldn’t have paid it any mind and still keep the baby but now that your parents were involved, it only made it harder.

Steve looked back at you and stood up from his spot. “You know what you want but you’re being pressured to make another choice. Fuck that. The day you told me that we were expecting, I was scared and overwhelmed but you knew where you stood with your decision. You said you were going to keep the baby. I want the baby too. We’re their parents. We make the decision, no one else.”

You stood up as well.

“I see where both sides are coming from. Your dad did speak to me on the phone for a little bit before I hung up on him. He said I was meddling in your future. That you aren’t ready for a baby and I’m too poor to care for one.” Steve closed his eyes at your words. He seemed extremely bothered by what his dad had said.

Steve opened his eyes back up and took a couple of steps forward until he was standing directly in front of you. He took your hands in his and lowered his head to catch your line of sight.

“I say screw everyone else who isn’t us.”

Steve broke through your exterior and made you smile. You laid your head against his shoulder as you both overlooked the lake. Nothing was said after that. It was only a peaceful silence that was much needed.

You and Steve were new parents in high school who seemed to be tackling new obstacles every day but as long as you had the other to lean on for support, you knew you both would be okay.

Steve took you home that night and went inside with you to discuss the plans that involved you and the baby with your parents. He took over the discussion explaining how you and he would be more than capable of having the baby. He would look at you each time making sure you were okay with everything he had to say to which you would assure him with a nod.

After a couple of days passed, everything seemed to be a lot lighter around your home. Steve talked to his dad and although you didn’t know what was said, he never bothered you again.

After coming into town with some supplies there were stories going around. One that involved someone defacing public property and shaming Nancy. It was upsetting to hear about but it disappointed you to know that Steve was more than likely involved.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a car engine pulled into the trailer park. Curiosity got the better of you so you pulled the curtain aside and looked out to Steve getting out of his car and weaving his fingers into his hair nervously.

You opened the door before he could even knock and saw the look in his eyes.

“I’m guessing you may have heard?” You said nothing as you walked to the couch. He sighed loudly and followed behind after closing the door. “Look before you say anything-”

“Why would you write something like that?” You asked cutting him off. “Nancy ‘the slut’ Wheeler, really Steve? I thought you were better than that.”

“I know,” he sighed heavily. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t write it, Tommy did but I didn’t stop him. We ended up getting into an argument and-they’re out of my life Tommy and Carol. They’re just toxic.”

He plopped down on the couch next to you and began messing up his hair even more. That’s when you placed your hand over his to stop him from fidgeting. He looked over at you wanting you to believe him. He looked ashamed but also a little sad. He had lost his girlfriend and friends all within a short span.

“They’re really out of your life?” You asked referring to Tommy and Carol who he had been friends since they were young. His friends were a pain but they were who he was closest to for many years and that kind of bond simply doesn’t pass overnight despite how they acted.

“Yes, for sure.”

You and Steve were by no means close but with the baby and everything you’ve both been facing has brought on a connection. You were delighted to have him come to you for that indebted trust. You were glad he came to you, he didn’t have to but he did. It was nice to build this sort of trust with him.

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The next day at school you saw Nancy walking briskly outside. You didn’t know what it was but you felt the need to console her. Her best friend, Barbara was missing and she was degraded with that spray-painted sign.

Nancy was a strong person. You felt that such an act would have you hiding until everyone simply forgot but not her, she showed up to school and went on as if nothing had even happened. It was clear she was bothered and with your connection to Steve, you felt the need to apologize.

“Hey, uh, Nancy,” you called out making her stop halfway to look your way. “I just wanted to see how you’re doing?”

“I’ve been better.” Her answer was short leaving no room to continue any longer.

“I’m sorry about Steve. You know he really cares about you despite what happened. It was wrong and dumb of him but he made sure to clean it up afterward.”

“It really doesn’t make much of a difference now does it?” She said sarcastically. You didn’t miss the way she looked down at your stomach that your baggy shirt covered. She looked at you one last time and then began to walk away. You knew she didn’t mean anything by it but it probably did hurt to have you, Steve’s baby mama, apologize before he even did.

As a means to not feel so alone, you placed your hand over your stomach. The ever-growing bump now bringing a sense of comfort whenever you’re feeling lonely.

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itslottiehere · 1 year

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the pineapple coincidence (h.s) — part one

hello beautiful people 🤍 welcome back! it’s been a while, huh? i’m so sorry to have made you wait for so long, but among all things that happened, i wasn’t in the mood to post my writing. but i’m back now! so, this is a new story about barista!harry x college student!reader, and i hope you’ll like it! (also, if you get the reference in the title, you get a big forehead kiss). please, let me know what you think !! your feedback means the world to me. you can do so in the tags or in my asks if you wish to! without further ado, happy reading! <3

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“hello, hi, can i please get a non-alcoholic cocktail? a mocktail? is that what they’re called? i don’t know, just uh- can i have one of those, please?”

“yeah yeah, slow down. coming right up.”

harry had kept an eye on her the whole evening, because she clearly didn’t want to be there. at first, he was afraid she was on a date with someone who was doing something to make her uncomfortable, so he kept looking at their table to see if he had to step up and kick them out.

but when he saw other people join her and her friend at the table, he understood that it was a group of friends, so he let down his guard.

still, he couldn’t understand why she was such in a poor mood.

“everything alright?” he inquired, glancing at her briefly.

“uh? yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” she said, tapping her fingers nervously on the counter. harry looked down at her hands, and smirked.

“doesn’t seem like it.”

“i just- i just didn’t want to come out tonight.” she murmured.

he nodded lightly. “ah, i see. because you’re the designated driver?” he started grabbing the things to make her drink.

“no, it’s not - uh, i have to get up early and study tomorrow and i have to pretend to get drunk or at least pretend to be a bit tipsy or else i will never hear the end of it from my friends. they keep saying that “i can’t ever let go” she scoffed, and then looked up to him, eyes opening wide in surprise. “i’m sorry, i didn’t want to overshare and bother you with my problems, i tend to do that when i’m nervous and that’s why-“

“hey, slow down. it’s fine, i’m a bartender, more used to it than you think.” he answers, giving her a crooked smile. “here’s your drink, it has grapefruit and pineapple in it.” he extended his arm with the glass in his hand. “hope you’ll like it.”

“how did you know i love pineapple?” she smiled at him.

he shrugged: he didn’t know about the pineapple, but he did know she had a pretty smile.

he watched her walking back to the table, the drink clutched into her hands. she sat down and brought the straw to her lips, drinking a bit of the concoction harry prepared for her. when he saw the look of delight on her face, a grin made his way on his.

“hey dude, i’ll have a beer.” a guy interrupted his staring.

“wha- oh sure, coming right up.”

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she really didn’t want to go out. finals were coming up and she had to get the best scores, or else she already could see the disappointed look on her parents’ faces. it’s not their fault, really, she was always good in school and everyone just kind of expected that from her.

so really it’s kind of her own fault, right?

it sure felt like it. she couldn’t blame her parents for expecting her to succeed in college: she was the best student at her high school, without a crazy effort; she was also the valedictorian at her graduation. so now at college, they expected her to do the same, and how could she let them down?

that kind of pressure, added to the stress of moving for college, turned her into an overwhelmed, burnt out mess, that just wanted to stay home and go to sleep early so that she could’ve woken up the following day and get back to studying.

but she wasn’t that lucky.

“we never see you anymore! the only time i can see you is in the library and you spend half of the time shushing me.” niall cracked a smile. “please come out with us.” he whined, giving her his best attempt at puppy eyes.

“no, i really can’t. i’m way too busy, i need to study.” she shook her head in disagreement.

but that didn’t stop niall and his whining. “c’mon now, it’s at a bar nearby. you need to let loose once in a while, you really need a night out.”

she shook her head once again, dropping the gaze back to her books. “i said no, you should-“

niall interrupted her, standing up from the library chair. “i’m picking you up at 9pm, and i’ll drag you out the door or carry you bridal style to the car, but i won’t take no for an answer.” with that and a smile, he left her in the library.

and now, there she was.

she loved her friends, she really did, and she was glad that sometimes they dragged her out of her room to talk to some other human beings, but not tonight. she could feel the anxiety creep up, the sense of guilt of wasting a night that she could’ve spent studying eating her from the inside.

she was becoming fidgety, her right leg bouncing so much she was afraid it was going to come off, her breath getting shallower by the minute, the grip of her anxiety getting stronger around her throat. so she excused herself and left the table with the excuse of “getting a drink”, just to get a break and maybe calm down.

she didn’t want to get a water as always because her friends teased her all the time.

“a water? really? can’t you get a cocktail for once? maybe a fruity one, where you don’t even feel the alcohol?”

and she knew that maybe people who suggested that you had to drink in order to have fun weren’t exactly the best people, but she also knew where her friends were coming from: they just wanted to see if it may help her out with her nerves.

but it never did. the thought of letting go of control, especially control over herself? no, thank you.

so she walked up to the counter, thinking about the name of a drink that her friends mentioned, that was supposed to be something with pineapple in it, if she wasn’t mistaken. at least, that was one thing she’d enjoy.

after getting the attention of the curly headed bartender, she started nervously looking around and tapping her fingers on the kind of sticky counter, thinking about how much sleep she was going to lose and how tired she was going to be the following morning and how that was going to mess up all her schedule and-

“everything alright?” the bartender interrupted her rambling thoughts.

“uh?” she hadn’t expected him to talk. “yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” she shrugged and kept looking around, never letting her gaze land on something or someone for more than four seconds.

“doesn’t seem like it.” the deep voice of the bartender nudged her on, and that’s all that she needed to decide to dump all her thoughts on him.

way to go, you idiot. this poor guy is just doing his job, just shut up already.

after apologizing to him for what she did, he was still nice — wow, he didn’t get annoyed at me, and even gave me a small smile, she noticed — and he handed her drink, telling her it had grapefruit and pineapple in it.

at the mention of her favourite fruit, she lit up.

“how did you know i love pineapple?”

the thought of someone guessing something about her without even knowing her made her smile, a real smile.

the fact that she needed to realize that it was a real one made her think about how long it had been since she did smile for real.

mumbling a small thank you, she reached for the glass and held it close to her. she turned around and headed back to her table.

he has such a cute smile, she thought.

—

the rest of the night didn’t go any better. her friends were laughing loudly, way too loud for her taste; her anxiety made her even more quiet that she usually was, but no one seemed to notice that she didn’t speak more than four phrases during the whole evening.

they didn’t really realize she left the table and went out of the bar, either.

she decided to go in the back alley, so she wouldn’t be seen by any of her friends if they were going to come out for a smoke.

“fuck.” she murmured once she felt the cold air hitting her. she could hear her mother’s voice in her head:

“you should’ve worn more layers.”

“you should’ve brought a warmer jacket.”

“don’t even think about getting sick this close to finals.”

that voice made her feel even colder.

she rummaged in her bag, looking for the one guilty pleasure she permitted herself to have. she took out her pack of cigarettes, opened it and realizing it was the last one, she made a mental note to buy a new pack the following day.

she knew she shouldn’t smoke, but it was the one thing that made her feel a little relaxed. she sighed, picking up the stick and putting it between her slightly cracked lips. once again, she started looking for her lighter, first patting her pockets, and once she didn’t find it there, she started looking in her bag.

“i was sure it was here, c’mon.” she mumbled with the cigarette hanging from her lips. “you must be in here somewhere.”

she kept patting every inch of her purse until finally, in some remote corner, she found the object of her desires. taking it out, victorious, she lit up her cig and took a long drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs; after a little, she opened her lips to let it out.

she could already feel her mind relax, the most relaxed she had been the whole evening. closing her eyes, she rested her back against the wall, and tilted her head back, feeling herself getting calmer by every drag of smoke she inhaled.

“and what is a good girl like you doing in a dark back alley smoking a cigarette?”

“AH!” the deep voice startled her, making her quickly turn around, clutching her chest, afraid her heart was going to fall out.

harry, on the other hand, just giggled at her reaction.

“you scared the crap out of me.” she murmured, glancing at her cigarette and quickly putting it out on the wall, keeping the end in her hand so that she could throw it away later.

“sorry, didn’t want to startle you.” he said, still quite smiling. “so, what are you doing out here?”

she waited a second before answering, pondering whether to lie or tell him the real reason she was out there. she decided on telling a half truth. “i just needed to take a breather, it was too stuffy in there.”

he nodded slowly, still looking at her. “ah, i see.” he nodded his head towards her figure, his eyes shifting to the hand holding the cigarette butt. “you smoke?”

“just, uh- just on occasion. please don’t tell anyone.” she fretted.

harry couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. “relax, who am i gonna tell? your parents?” while he didn’t think any of it, he didn’t see the look on her face. he then added: “you’re a grown up, you can very well do whatever you want.”

she had no reason to be scared of her parents finding out from harry, at the end of the day, how could he even get in contact with them? she realized her foolishness, and nodded before speaking up again, clearing her throat. “and what are you doing out here?”

he shrugged. “just taking my break, needed a breather as well.” plus, i didn’t see you inside and thought i might find you out here. hopefully not with the bloke who kept checking you out all night. he wanted to add, but refrained.

“ah, i see.” she nodded, looking around.

an uncomfortable silence surrounded them, were they supposed to fill it? what were they supposed to talk about?

before harry could open his mouth, she spoke up. “i-uh, i think i’m going to head inside. i’ve been out here for a while, don’t want to alarm my friends.” she gave him a tight lipped smile, getting closer to the door.

“oh alright. i’m coming back in too, break almost over anyways.” he smiled, a dimple making its appearance on his cheek. he headed towards the door, opened it and gestured her with his hand to go in. “ladies first.”

she murmured a small thank you, and passed right by him. in the fresh air of the night — instead of the humid stale air of the bar — he could smell her perfume: something flowery, sweet but not nauseatingly so. just the perfect balance.

he was too caught up in his own head that he didn’t notice he was running straight into her back. frowning, he looked down at her, and he had only a question: why did she stop?

“fuck me.” she murmured. “i can’t believe this! no! not again!” her voice grew louder as she spoke.

harry was confused, what happened? they were outside for a total of 7 minutes at best. following her line of sight, he took in the table where she was sat at. now void of people.

oh, c’mon now.

“i swear to god i’m going to kill niall as soon as i see him, he better run away from me. and miranda too, if she thinks i’m going to let this slide again...” she spoke under her breath, searching for her phone in her purse. once she retrieved it, she sighed. “i’m sorry, my friends left without me for what feels like the millionth time and i’m sure they had a reason-“

harry was quick to interject. “hey, none of that. they could’ve at least told you. no reason is good enough for leaving you here alone.” he said in a firm voice. how could she blame herself for her shitty friends?

“no but look, they left me a message!” she showed him her phone.

from: niall <3

sorry babes, had to take miranda home. she got sick in the bathroom and it was not a pretty sight. text me when you’re home!

harry was unamused. “so?”

“so-” she gulped. “i know it’s not the best situation-“

“it was a jerk move.” he said sternly.

“and that they should’ve told me-“

“you could’ve been in danger.” he couldn’t believe she was trying to defend such a poor behavior.

she looked up at him, somehow pleading him to believe her. “but they had a good reason, she got sick-”

“there wasn’t a good enough reason to leave you in a bar by yourself.” harry looked at her in disbelief. this was a shitty thing to do and apparently it wasn’t the first time it happened.

“i can just call my boyfriend and ask him to pick me-”

“i can take you-” they spoke at the same time. “oh?”

of fucking course there was a boyfriend.

how didn’t he see that coming?

“yeah, i can call my boyfriend.” she nodded, mostly to herself. “i mean, he probably won’t be too happy and i’ll have to endure a long scolding on how my friends are the worst, but it’s the only way, isn’t it?” she looked at him briefly, before turning her attention back to her phone to dial her boyfriend’s number.

harry didn’t like the tone she had one bit, it was riddled with anxiety.

she brought the device to her ear, giving harry a tight lipped smile, before shifting her eyes to look anywhere in the room, but him.

he didn’t know whether to feel flattered or sad.

“that’s weird.” she muttered lowly, glancing at her phone, which still showed her boyfriend’s name. “he always picks up.” she looked up at harry.

“mmh, maybe try to call him again?” he suggested. an obvious suggestion, clearly.

“yeah, i- alright.” she redialled, and tried again. with no luck.

she frowned, both sad and disappointed. harry had to stop himself from cradling her face in his hands and just tell her to drop both her friends and her boyfriend.

he was about to speak when she opened her eyes in realization.

“ah shit, of course.” she smacked her forehead with her left hand. “he has his phone on silent, he has a match tomorrow. how could i forget, he told me a million times.” she chuckled under her breath. “i’m so dumb.” she added, under her breath.

so, you know your girlfriend is going out with her friends, probably also knowing how much she didn’t want to, knowing the kind of people her “friends” are, and you decide to turn off your phone? right on, dude, harry thought.

harry shifted on his feet. “my offer still stands, you know.”

“huh?” she looked at him.

“uhm, i mean, we’d have to walk home because i live nearby so i don’t have my car, but if you want i can go get the car and come and get-” harry rambled.

“oh! no, no, please, don’t bother!” she quickly waved him off. “i can get home by myself, i’ll walk. i live near campus, so it’s a 20 minute walk, tops.” she was about to bid her goodbyes when harry shook his head.

“no way, i’m not letting you go home alone.” he took off his apron, and threw it on the counter. “max?” he called after his colleague. “i’m off for the night. let me know if it gets too crowded and i’ll come in again.”

“no worries, H, it’s okay! have a goodnight.” he winked at him, giving her a little glance.

oh good god, max. that was smooth.

“ready to go?” he gave her a small smile.

she nodded, smiling back timidly. “yeah. yeah i am.”

—

“so,” she kicked a pebble with her foot, making it land off the sidewalk “have you always wanted to be a bartender?”

harry chuckled lowly. “uhm no, not really.” he smiled towards her. “i actually went to college for a little while, trying to get a degree in “something useful”, as my parents would say. but school was never really for me, i guess.” he shrugged. “so i dropped out, found a nice job as a bartender and been there ever since.”

“oh wow.” she said. “and what did your parents think of that?” she questioned, curious.

“i mean, i am an adult and i can make my own choices. they weren’t too happy but they understood, and with time they appreciated that i was taking responsibility for my decisions and whatever came from them.” he answered simply.

it all sounded so simple coming from him.

if only it was that simple.

“so you don’t have like a secret wish? something you’ve always wanted to do?” she inquired, hoping not to sound rude.

“uhm.” he thought about it for a second. “i guess no, goal wise. i just wanted to live my life the way i wanted to live it. i didn’t set any goals i must achieve, like having to do something before a certain age or anything, if that’s what you were asking.” he ended, looking over to her.

she nodded and stayed quiet, mulling over his words.

“but what about you, huh? do you have something planned?” he nudged her shoulder with his own.

“oh yeah, i do.” she nodded. “get in a good college — which i luckily did —, get my degree with the best grades possible, get a job, husband, nice house, kids, grow old.” she said, smiling timidly towards harry.

he nodded, but didn’t seem really impressed with her plans. she didn’t like the feeling of having disappointed him somehow, she never liked feeling that way with anyone.

“something on your mind? sounds too ordinary for a cool guy like you?” she asked him, smiling but actually meaning it.

he laughed, shaking his head. “no, no, that’s not it.” he got a bit more serious when he said the next sentence. “just... isn’t it a bit much? like, don’t you feel a little too forced into these plans?”

“what do you mean forced into? it’s something i want, no one is forcing me.” that was a half truth, but he didn’t need to know that. she would never admit it out loud.

“it just seems, uh-” he scratched his neck. “i don’t want to sound like an ass, but it seems like you forgot to include the time to... actually live your life.” he glanced at the sky, and then looked at her.

as if his brain registered how his words could’ve been misinterpreted, he started apologizing. “i’m really, really sorry if i overstepped, i didn’t mean anything hurtful. i’m just some guy, my words don’t have to mean anything.”

he didn’t want her to feel bad, he knew he could be a bit blunt at times and from the very little informations he had about her, he thought that she probably didn’t react to well at that.

if only he knew how deep those words hit her.

not in a negative way, or in a hurtful one. they were just the plain truth: she scheduled her whole life, forgetting that plans and goals and deadlines didn’t mean anything if she didn’t enjoy the ride. she set these goals for herself without really thinking that they didn’t matter at all to anyone else but her.

but, in reality, she did think about it, she couldn’t stop thinking about how nothing mattered if she didn’t enjoy what she was doing. she tried so hard to pretend that everything was going according to plan, but she was also tired of pretending.

however, she couldn’t let herself think like that. no, everything had to follow the course that she chose, that her parents taught her was the right one.

that was what her life was gonna be, and that was fine. she had to be at peace with her choice.

she had to.

—

when she slowed down her pace, he understood they were finally at her door. he wasn’t too happy about having arrived just yet, and definitely not at all excited about not seeing her for god knows how long, if ever.

so he mustered all the courage he had to ask the following question.

“so uh- am i gonna see you again soon?”

she didn’t wait a beat before answering. “i don’t think so, i sure hope not.” she stopped and saw the confused look on his face.

she realized what she had just said and tried to make it right. “oh no, that’s not- that came out wrong.” she sighed, and a small smile spread on harry’s face.

“it’s just that my friends forced me to go out tonight and i really didn’t want to. i’m getting ready for finals and i’m just hoping i’ll go out once those are over, and not during.” she took a deep breath after her little rant.

harry just looked at her fondly, and chuckled. “for a second there i thought you didn’t want to see me anymore, hurt me deeply.” he put a hand on his chest theatrically, acting as if she stabbed him in the heart.

she wanted to say that he was the best thing out of this whole mess of an evening, but she kept it to herself, and just smiled at him.

“goodnight, harry.” she murmured, raising on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “thank you for getting me home safe.”

“no problem, bunny. goodnight.” he smiled.

she tilted her head on the side, a smirk gracing her face. “bunny? and where did that come from?”

“oh uh- just from how you reacted in the alley, you jumped like a bunny. so i thought it was fitting.” he put his hands in his jacket pockets, shrugging.

when he saw the amused look she had on her face, he mimicked it.

“alright then, goodnight harry.” she said while taking out her keys.

“goodnight. see you after finals.” he flashed her a smile, taking three steps back still facing her. she got into her home, and waved at him before closing the door for good. not before getting a last glance of the bright eyed bartender.

–

after he turned around, harry made his way home. with a pep in his step, he felt like a proper teenage boy, getting back home all giddy because he got to walk home a pretty girl and she kissed his cheek.

his cheek was still tingling, the feeling of her lips on his skin not to be forgotten any time soon.

–

so, here it is!! please let me know if you want to be tagged in part two <3

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straykidseverywherew · 2 years

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such a long time

Pairing: Chan f. reader (established relationship)

Summary: Do you need to get out of the routine, and what better than a vacation with your boyfriend and his friends? Everything seems to be incredible until you discover that the airbnb is not as it is shown in the photos. Though that doesn't become a problem after all.

Word count: 2k

Warning: softdom!Chan, Chan being a bit pushy (for the record that Y/N is willing at all times), interrupted sex, unprotected sex (please, I'm not implying that you do it like that, always protect yourselves), creampie, explicit sexual content. Please, minors don't read this!!

Author's note: I've been missing here for a while, I really haven't stopped writing and I have more and more ideas and most of them are half-written… I can't stop thanking all the support you give me, really, your comments encourage me to continue writing and try to improve!

“Chan hyung!” The scream coming from IN's throat makes Chan go up the steps faster towards the rooms while you try to keep up with him, although it's impossible.

"But what?" You hear your boyfriend's confused voice just as you bump into his back, if it wasn't for Changbin right behind you and holding your body back, you might have fallen backwards.

After apologizing to Changbin, you try to look at what's going on though you can't see properly because of your boyfriend's big back and Hyunjin's body but you can already hear Han's boisterous laugh as Changbin lets out a heavy sigh from his lips.

"What's up Channie?" Chan steps aside to let you pass, your eyes widen and looking back at him, you ask.

"This is a joke, right?" The surprise is that there are no bedrooms. There is simply a large room filled with double beds.

“There were supposed to be 6 rooms, in fact, look at the ad photos.” Felix responds by showing his phone with the announcement.

“In fact there are 6 beds, only the walls and the doors are missing.” You roll your eyes at Han's comment that he just got beat up by his own girlfriend.

“So?” Seungmin sighs and throws himself onto a bed, saying "I'll ask for this one."

That night...

"Do you know how long I haven't fucked you?" You swallow hard as you feel Chan's breath against your ear, his chest is pressing against your back, you can already feel the tension inside his pants.

“Much.” You barely whisper, earning an "aha" from your boyfriend's lips which are already beginning to kiss the exposed skin of your neck while he surrounds your waist with one of his hands and raises the duvet a little more above your body.

"You can't imagine how much I want to do it, darling." You bite your lip feeling Chan gently roll his hips against your body.

"And I that you do it." You are sincere. You hear the sounds of kisses, whispered voices, laughter, the occasional slap and without saying a word, you gently spit on your hand and slide it between your bodies, making your way to the inside of Chan's pants.

As you brush against the head of his pleading cock, his teeth graze your shoulder forcing you to bite down on your lower lip to keep quiet as you gently slide your hand down his cock.

"God babe, that's so good." You apply a little more pressure as you push your body against his and hear laughter coming from the bed to your right, where Han and his girlfriend are.

"Shh." Chan fully understands what you mean as he trails one of his hands up the inside of your legs and begins to circle above your clit making gasp.

When you push your hips against Chan's, he seems to get the hint, you take your hand out of his pants as you push your underwear aside to welcome him.

“Is it okay for you like this?” You nod, shaking your head, you're hot and wet enough for her to slide in smoothly. You feel the head of his cock against your entrance, Chan gently begins to slide in as your mouth opens and your head pushes against his shoulder, continuing to circle your clit making you feel good, almost overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Urg.” A small moan escapes your lips thanks to the depth and you already hear laughter from one of the boys which makes your cheeks turn red as you sink your head against the pillow opening your mouth to catch your breath while Chan stands still, brushing his hands along your sides.

When you gently press down on his thigh, that's all it takes for Chan to roll his hips causing you to push your head further.

"Fuck." The curse that comes out of Chan's lips is clearly heard in the room and the applause, laughter and "I can't believe it" while Chan stays inside you still, wanting to appear asleep.

“The old man has no respect for these poor innocent creatures, IN, are you asleep?” You want to laugh at Seungmin's words but you know Chan is embarrassed and you don't want to draw more attention.caress his arm, pressing against him feeling his lips on your back.

“You have to set an example.” Now Changbin is the one picking on his best friend who sighs softly.

It doesn't stop you from having the rest talk for you to gently move your body making Chan's dick slide in and out of you, but when someone turns on the light Chan is practically stuffing his dick in his pants instantly as he pushes his face against yours back wrinkling forehead just like you frowning.

"Are you fucking?" When you peek your head out of the duvet you're surprised to see the curious looks of the boys and, rolling your eyes, you groan.

"No, we're just trying to sleep, okay?" After letting out a sigh from your lips, you lie down again, this time facing Chan who looks at you with a pout on his lips and after whispering a "sorry baby" you let him hug your waist, supporting his head against your chest

A few days later…

“Come on, baby.” Chan is straddling you, his hands are on either side of your head, he is staring at you with a smile on his lips. The black bikini you're wearing is taking its toll on him, it's hard for him to contain his body's reaction in full view of everyone. After the first night, you have had no more intimate contact, except for a few kisses. He does not want to admit that he has blue balls: he gets up hard, goes to bed hard. You don't make it easy on him either when you're constantly wrapping your legs around his hips in the pool and every time you brush against him, he feels a little pain added to the heaviness he carries.

"Tonight." You smile, dragging your hands over his bare chest, you love the golden color that his skin is taking because of the sun and although you are tempted, you prefer to wait for the night. After a few days listening to obscene sounds, I don't think anything will happen because you have a slightly hotter night.

"No baby, better now." You press your lips together and shake your head, causing him to sign and bring his head closer to yours.

"Come on honey, I promise to be quick." You feel the temptation to touch his abdomen, his buttocks but you control yourself.

"And tonight you can be quick too." Chan leans his forehead against yours as he slides one of his hands up to caress your waist as you slide your hands behind his broad shoulders, caressing his skin.

“I don't like it at night, it's all so uncomfortable with the duvet, the boys, the heat.” Is right. Your sexual frustration is also causing you to be in a pointless bad mood. You feel his breath as he brushes his nose against yours making you smile.

“We could uncover ourselves.” Chan clicks his tongue and pulling away, looks at you and answers.

“And everyone see my girl? No way, you know what those kids are capable of.” You smile while you feel how the butterflies flutter in your stomach because of how your girl calls you.

"Whatever you want tonight." You answer while caressing Chan's arms and closing your eyes. His response: a heavy sigh. When you open your eyes you already meet his, accompanied by a frown and a pout on the lips.

"Come on my girl." This time you sigh while you stare at Chan who passes a finger innocently across your lips, sliding it through your corner.

“Not me.-” Before you can finish speaking, Chan starts moving his hips at a fast pace like he's fucking you and you can see his eyes narrow.

"Let's go to the bathroom." He rolls off of you, sits on the edge of the bed as he looks at you, and after a second, you answer.

"I'm with you but I'm not even going to touch you, I'm warning you." Chan accepts your offer, grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. Before you cross the threshold of the door, you stop.

"I look at you from here." He rolls his eyes as he takes your hand again and gently tugs on it, trying to get you across the threshold.

"Come on baby."

"Chan no-." You gently pat his chest while you see the mischievous smile that forms on his lips.

"A little kiss at least." You roll your eyes as you stretch your body forward with pouts when he grabs one of your wrists and pulls on your waist trying to get you in, at the same time, he tries to close the door even though you go ahead and prevent it by pushing it with a kick.

“Please.” With pleading eyes, you take a small step, letting yourself be embraced now by him. He spins you around until he's closer to the door now, so he manages to close it laughing.

“I tell you that nothing is going to happen from now on.” You clarify and he challenges you.

"No?" His challenging voice as he sneaks up on you, you back up until you feel the sink cabinet hit your lower back.

Chan wraps one of his hands around the back of your neck and the other slides up your sides, kissing you with desire, his tongue swallowing the moan that escapes your lips as he grabs your ass.

"I can't take it Y/N." The tone of his voice, the way your name rolls off his lips… It drives you crazy and when he barely pulls back to meet your eyes, you just wrap your hands behind his neck as he picks you up and helps you sit on the counter.

Chan is adept at his job of warming you up. First untie the knot at the top of your biniki at the same time, her lips brush your neck moving down to cover your chest with soft kisses. You push your head back, letting out a soft sigh that's music to Chan's ears, his hands slide to your hips, tugging at the strings that hold the little fabric that covers your core, then he slides his palms up the inside of your hips. your thighs, squeezing at will while his lips devour your sounds.

"Chan." You're breathless as you run your hands over his shoulders and cling to the man before you.

As his hand slithers into your center and grazes your entrance, one of his long fingers slides inside you, causing you to jump closer to the edge as you gently bite down on his neck.

"Fuck babe, how can you say no when you're so wet?" Another finger slides forcing you to push your head against his shoulders.

"Fuck me Chan, please." His cock squirms inside his trunks and he can't help but groan as his breath hitches.

Without stopping touching you, he pulls on his swimsuit, now exposing his erect penis that rubs against your skin, your eyes deviate to pump him a couple of times, you barely brush the palm of your hand against his penis, in response you listen the heavy sigh that leaves Chan's lips.

“Chan you can do whatever you want to me.” Chan growls the moment he sees you brush the fabric of your bikini aside and tease your entrance sliding his tip over your clit towards your entrance as he grips the skin of your hip hard.

"Shit." A groan escapes Chan's lips as you barely push the head of his cock open, his eyes widening, begging you to let him go deeper as he pushes himself just a bit deeper against you.

Feeling cunning, you squeeze your pussy around his cock and watch as she crumbles, clutching one of her hands to the sink as her eyes narrow, her nose crinkles, and her upper lip rises.

“Y/N, please.” Giving in to how weakened he looks, you wrap your legs around his hips, digging your heels into his buttocks causing him to slide inside you.

They are both out of breath. He growls, resting his head on your shoulder as you scrape your nails down his back, biting your lip to keep from moaning.

He gives you an experimental push that makes you gasp as you run your fingers through his damp hair.

"Fuck you're so tight I'm not going to last long." Chan mercilessly pushes inside you holding your waist. He thrusts then rolls inside you, hitting that sweet spot as your pussy hugs his cock tight.

You watch the sinful scene of how his cock disappears inside you, how you take him in completely, how weakened he seems by you: lips parted, eyes struggling not to close and wrapping your fingers in his hair, you whisper.

“Chan, you are so great.” You hear him growl and his hips stutter to his rhythm, his lips parting as he thrusts back into you making gasp.

“I want you to fill me up.” Another growl and this time he kisses you as he pushes the tips of two fingers against your clit.

You moan, your mind blurs, and you feel heat rising throughout your body. He doesn't mean to be selfish but his steady pace changes to a faster one, forcing you to push your lips against his collarbone to keep from moaning loudly.

"Shit Chan, fuck, fuck." Your lips parted, your heels digging harder into his buttocks as you clutched your hands behind his back as you felt your orgasm draw ever closer.

Under a muffled moan from Chan's lips you come squeezing around his cock, it only takes a few last thrusts for Chan's hips to stutter and after a hoarse growl he spills into you.

With your head resting on your shoulder, both of you try to regulate your breathing, you run your fingertips down his back while you kiss the skin of his shoulders, while you feel how his hands caress your sides and kiss the skin of your chest.

As the door tries to open, Chan is quicker and grabs the knob tightly preventing anyone from opening it as he yells.

"Occupied." And with a satisfied smile on your lips, caress his chest and whisper.

"Are you still?" Your gaze deviates to your union, Chan nods embarrassed and you, laughing, ask.

"A second round?" And pointing to the shower, Chan just nods as a smile slides across his face.

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h4sanz · 1 year

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hold on.

pairing: dom!asmodeus x m!reader

warnings: smut, meanie asmo :(, dacryphilia, toys, orgasm control, use of petnames (my love, darling, my pretty)

word count: 519

asmodeus could almost laugh; the ruined look on your face was so adorable to him. your red and puffy cheeks and your fucked out look could almost make him cum from the sight alone.

he coos in to your ear as you lean your head back on his shoulder, whining out his name softly. “keep your head up, my love.”

he directs your head up, making eye contact with you. you can’t help but to bite you lip while squeezing your eyes shut. it was such a beautiful sight, his perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around your throbbing cock.

the such lewd sounds are about all you could hear—just barely able to make out asmo’s pornographic words. the small buzzing sound coming from your behind has been long forgotten, your mind stuck on the stimulation coming from his beautiful hands.

your eyes now buldge open, frantically looking around when the intensity of the small egg sitting in your hole is increased. letting out a long stretched out cry, your shaky hand reaches for asmo’s other, which was holding your thigh spread. he let out a small giggle at your reaction, knowing it would tip you off.

you don’t know what to focus on now, both the stimulation on your cock and in your ass overwhelming. a tear falls down your cheek as you sob out. “ ‘smo, please. i cah-can’t hold on any lo-longer.

“yes you can. i know you can hold on longer than this, darling.”

you shake your head, multiple tears now falling down your cheeks as his thumb glides over your tip. he’s now circling it, adding heavy pressure. you feel like you’re going to explode. actually, if he doesn’t remove the tight cock ring wrapped around you, you just might. every time you have tried to remove it just resulted in a slap to your hand and a disappointed sigh. your chest felt so heavy, like you were suffocating.

asmo seems to notice when you can’t even form a proper thought, saying “just a little bit more, my pretty,” in a soft voice.

his lips litter small pecks all around your sweaty neck. still holding yours, he leads his hand to wrap around your waist. his mouth now ghosts over your ear, whispering to you. “remember, if you come before i allow you to, i won’t fuck your pretty hole for a week.”

how could he be so cruel? he’d been torturing you for at least an hour now and you still weren’t allowed to come. you know he knows you’re right at your breaking point and won’t last much longer. he did this knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold on. he’s just- fuck.

fucking damnit.

your legs shut closed as you wail out, tears now pouring from your eyes. asmodeus did actually let out a small giggle now. your hips bucked as cum shot out of your small hole, painting everything.

and suddenly, that sensation you craved so badly disappeared.

asmo catches your eye, making a ‘tsk’ sound and frowning when you look at him. “look what you did, you got my hand dirty.”

hii guys! this isn’t my first time writing (been writing since i was like- ten..), but is my first post! rlly hope you enjoyed ^~^

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus smut #obey me! shall we date?#god i love asmo so fucking much #h4sanz writes ……✎

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cafecourage · 4 months

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Pinky Isn't Suffering

Chapter 5

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This might have been a mistake. Twilight may have regretted his decision on putting on that mask. He felt like he was drowning. There was only white noise as he felt his body slice through the countless off monster bodies with ease. There was no resistance.

This power.

This Pressure.

His anger.

It all weighs on top of him. It was hurting him. Suffocating him as if he was drowning. His attempts to stay afloat in his mind were in vain. Slowly cotton started to fill his head. He felt dizzy but yet everything was so clear to him. He doesn’t even register what his body was even doing or where it was going. The overwhelming scent of metallic rust and the scents of his pack were only adding to the chaos in his brain.

‘Let go,’ A foreign voice rang loud and clear in his skull. Was that the deity? How could Sky be so calm when this was happening? His body was thrashing around at this point, aiming at everything that wasn’t hylian or human. Was it like this for Time as well? Where did he ever get this mask?

Was he just weak?

‘No,’ the deity answers, ‘your control is what makes you weak.’

Twilight desperately ignored the other being in his head trying anything just to regain what he had lost. Twi could see what he was doing but had no control as he sank deeper and deeper.

The scent in the air changed.

There wasn’t any scent of dragonfruit.

She was gone.

A dark monstrous growl ripped through the air. It was a sound Twilight didn’t even know he could make. His head snapped towards the spot the girl once sat only to see that she was gone. The chaos in his head as everything seemed to zero in on one thought.

Find her.

The Twili magic began to form around him.

Those words start to repeat in his head.

Find her.

His body broke out into a sprint as he changed in front of everyone.

Find her.

FIND HER.

All senses become heightened as he chases after the faint scent of her perfume.

Something was masking it.

‘Blue Nightshade’ there was a soft hum of amusement coming from the deity.

‘Shut up.’ Twilight managed to bark out above all the chaos. Despite his body moving as smoothly and precisely as ever. Twi still felt his limbs were shackled down keeping him put. ‘If you hurt her-‘

‘You would do what?’ He couldn’t see the deity's face but Twi knew he was smirking. ‘I only jest. I could never hurt your partner.’

‘I swear once I take this off, I will break this mask of yours.’ If Twilight could even do that. His body wasn’t his to control as it leaped and sprinted through the foliage of the forest.

The chuckle that came from the deity made Twi’s blood run cold. ‘I don’t need your help to break out my friend.’

‘What-’

‘Even then, I feel generous today.’ The deity cut Twi off as a searing pain was embedded into the inside of Twilight’s forearm. ‘As I met with my Beloved again, I’ll ensure you and your mate are forever connected.’ The pain was too great for Twi to even focus on anything else.

He didn’t even register the fact that he found Pinky, leaping onto her, transforming in the air and tackling her down. He rolled so she would land on top of him. He tucked his face inside the crook of her neck. He could only barely hear the blood curdling scream. ‘Don’t you dare hurt her!’ He felt helpless, only able to watch as his body curled around the poor terrified girl.

‘I won’t give her that mark anytime soon.’ The pressure that was building slowly faded the more he was taking in Pinky’s presence.

It was warm.

‘She won’t lay a hand on this mask.’ Twilight growled out.

‘You don’t have a choice in that.’ The Deity was quick to banter back. ‘For it had already happened for me.’

Wait.

What?

‘Are you-?’ Twilight couldn’t even question the deity for further information. As all the pressure and fuzziness he felt suddenly was thrown off of him. He could have sworn he felt a pair of lips on his.

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Well this wasn’t a warm welcome back to Hyrule. It also wasn’t something Pinky knew how to handle. She was still trying to process that she was home for at least a day. Now she was in the lap of a war god puppy and slightly bleeding. Twilight was growling up a storm ever since he tackled her and brought her into his arms.

“Hey Twi?” Pinky made an attempt to turn to face him but his hold on her was just enough to heed any movement. “We need to get back to the others.” A grunt was the only response she got as he just held on. “They will be worried.”

If only because there were too many hits to go around. Hyrule couldn’t heal everyone at once. And she did scream pretty loudly.

“Pinky!”

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. Four and Hyrule came through the trees out of breath. “We finally caught up.”

“Caught up? You guys were chasing us?” Pinky exclaimed, almost going red from the embarrassment. “What about the others? Time? Wind? Enno? Are they all ok?”

“Well this guy,” Four gestures to the Divine Beast behind her, “-cleared out every last monster before we could even gather ourselves.”

They both approached the beast and his partner, only to aggravate him, making the growling louder and more threatening. Hyrule and Four both stilled, sharing a look. The half-fae took one more step closer, crouched down and put his sword and pouches on the ground further away from him. “Hey,” he held his hands up, showing that both of his hands were empty, “I’m here to help. I won't hurt you or Pinky.”

Twilight’s growl softened but he still was suspicious of the other hero. “I’m hurt Twi,” Pinky figured out what Hyrule was trying to do. “He wants to heal me. You know Rulie. He’s safe.”

Slowly, Hyrule took one step at a time, making sure that it was clear that he wasn’t a threat.

It took some time, but eventually he made it.

“We need to get that mask off of him.” Four called out from behind. “Better before we get into camp then after. Time will be pissed if he finds out.”

“When, he finds out.” Pinky let out a sigh as the warmth of Hyrule’s magic surrounded her. Her head hit Twilight’s shoulder. She tilted her head up to see him looking down at her with blank irises still. They were right, it would probably be for the best. Yet why isn’t he taking it off? He knows that he should. She is healed. She was better than how she was before!

“Kiss him.”

Hyrule’s comment made Pinky gawk. “You- I- What?!”

The Traveler just stared at her with a blank expression, “I don’t think he would let me or Four take it off of him. You're the only one it seems he is calm around.”

“And you want me to kiss him?”

“It would be a distraction.” Hyrule backed off as he finished the healing process. “He isn’t going to let you go and if he does, we don’t know how in control he is. So stun him and get it off.”

Pinky glanced between Hyrule and Four who was just looking away embarrassed for her. “Ugh! Fine! But turn around!”

Both heroes didn’t even protest and immediately turned to face the other way.

“Take your time.” Hyrule teased, making Pinky’s face go red in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Twilight. His face was still blank, as if he wasn’t fully there. A mere puppet. There was no life behind those eyes. Gently, Pinky lifted up both of her hands to cup his face.

Her heart was beating in her chest as she leaned forward. Her finger tips dug into where the mask was on his face. Surging forward, she gave him the briefest of pecks on the lips, only to pull off the mask on her way back. Light engulfed them both as Twilight shrunk down back to his 6’2” self.

The mask dropped from her hands and Pinky couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him. “Pinky?” Twilight sounded confused as he looked around. “Four? Hyrule? What happened?”

Hyrule went over to pick up the mask. “A lot. Let’s get you back to camp.”

The walk back was the most awkward thing as neither Twilight nor Pinky wanted to talk about their shared time in the woods. Twilight was still soaking in the damage to the nearby flora that he caused. Great and tall trees had been torn to shreds. The very ground itself was dug up and torn through. Everything in the war path was destroyed with no hope of recovering.

Was that the power of the mask? Or all just from Twilight’s anger?

He didn’t want to think about it.

“Twilight! Pinky!” Wild was the first to spot them. “What the hell were you thinking?” The champion angrily pointed the wooden spoon towards his mentor. “And you call me reckless!”

“Speaking of…” Before Twilight could respond Enno held out their hand. “The mask please.”

Hyrule hesitates to hand it to them. “Shouldn’t Time have it?”

“Time is still down.” They kept their hand out. “I’m the only other person that knows how to use this thing. So I’ll keep it for now.”

“Wait, you know how to use it?” That was the first Pinky heard of it.

Twilight took a deep breath as he watched the mask trade hands. “What kind of mask is that?”

Finally getting a hold of the magic mask, they traced over the wood engraving. “Let me ask you this Twi, since I already asked Time. Did you hear a person in this mask?”

He wanted to lie about it. He really did. But he also wanted to hear what the other had to say. “Yes.”

Enno nodded, looking back at the mask then at Sky, before deciding something. “Then I’ll tell everyone the story about Majora and how the Old man got this mask.” They turned on their heels and walked off to prepare for their little story time. “Come on, it's a long one.”

Twilight was about to join everyone when his right arm began to sting again. He hissed and rolled up his sleeve to see what it was.

And there sat a mark.

A Red and Blue mark of a wolf howling into the moon.

The mark that the Deity placed on him as payment for putting on that mask.

“Twi?” Pinky called out to him when he wasn’t following. He hurried and causally rolled down his sleeve. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” Another mark he has to bear. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t. When Pinky turned from him, the tear in her shirt was visible. “Pinky, wait hold on.” He stopped her and beelined to his stuff, digging until he found one of his clean spare tunics. “Here take this.” He offered her his shirt. “You can have it until we can have yours mended.”

The dots in the girl's mind seemed to be put into place when she reached down to the tear. “Oh you got to be-“ She groaned. “This is my favorite shirt.” Swiping the tunic ,she turned back to the forest. “Give me a second.”

Twilight watched as she left. The Deity’s words echoed in the back of his head. ‘For it had already happened for me.’

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #strawberry milk

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borderlinereminders · 2 years

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Something I’ve been asked about frequently is how to know if someone is using you/manipulating you. People with BPD may find it hard to figure out manipulation because we may second guess our feelings and dismiss things as us just being “BPD.” There’s no easy answer, but I did write a blog post that addresses several questions. Please note that these questions aren’t a guaranteed indicator but are just meant to get you to self reflect and try and look at things yourself.

Here is the blog post here

I am also putting the questions below the read-more in case you don’t want to open the link. (The link goes directly to my own website, which has no pop ups or intrusive ads or anything of the sort.) It’s important to note that manipulation can happen in any relationship whether that be romantic, platonic, professional, etc.

Do they only contact you when they need something from you? For example, do they not talk to you much and ignore you unless they have a favour they want (this could also be that they only talk to you to vent to you)?

Do you find your boundaries being crossed? Do you find them constantly pushing at your "no's" even if it seems innocent/playful like "oh please, it would make me so happy if you'd...". It's important to note that this still is manipulative.

Do they make really big statements like "you're the only person who could possibly understand" or "you're the only person I've ever loved" etc? (These statements can be used as a tool to manipulate someone, but not always, so please keep that in mind.)

Do you find that if you ever talk to them about something they've done that upset you, they turn it around and you end up apologizing to them for being upset? Or they may “smokescreen” you where they deflect from the spotlight put on them. You may say “I feel scared when you yell at me” and they may bring up a behaviour of yours that they take issue with.

If they don't get their way, do you find that they suddenly "have to go" or "can't hang out" or are just suddenly unavailable? This might also mean they always suddenly have an emotional crisis or are “sick” or something else that requires your support when you try to have a conversation about their behaviour.

Are they always "just joking?" By this I mean, do they say harmful things like "oh my god, you're so sensitive!" and then go "just joking!" or laugh it off?

Do you find you're "punished" if you don't react a certain way? For example, if you get upset at something they've done, do you find they give you the silent treatment or something like that?

Do you feel you constantly have to prove your love? For example, they might use statements like "if you really loved me you'd..." (This could range from anything from doing a chore to physical intimacy to any number of other things. This uses guilt as a manipulation tactic to pressure you into "proving" your love.)

Do you feel like you live in their life and not them in yours at all? By this I mean, is it always about their hobbies, friends, places they pick to go, etc?

Are they passive aggressive to you? For example, they might say things like “I really wish I could get more help around here. I’m so sick of doing everything by myself.” (Note: This is a valid frustration a partner may have but a healthier way to go about this is to confront the issue directly with something like I-Statements, for example “I feel overwhelmed and would appreciate if you could help me more” is not manipulative and directly addresses their feelings and the issue.)

Do they constantly compare you to others to get their way? For example, a partner might say “well, my last partner had no problems doing that…” or a friend might say “well, so and so didn’t hesitate when I asked them for help.”

Do they constantly throw "favors" or "nice" things they've done for you in the past in your face when you argue, when they want something from you, or when you are having a disagreement?

While these questions do not necessarily indicate a relationship where someone is constantly manipulating you, they can be good for self reflection. These questions do not take in the nuance of every situation, like that some of the above may be an unintentional bad habit of someone (which while still unintentionally manipulative, may be able to be worked on with communication) or perhaps the person has never learned healthy ways of communicating what they want (which is still unintentionally manipulative but not necessarily with ill intentions). With that said, you are never obligated to maintain a relationship, even if the person using manipulative behaviours is not doing so with ill intent. You should put your well-being first, and if you aren’t comfortable or feeling safe to try and maintain the relationship, that’s okay.

#manipulation #my blog posts #my post

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 9 months

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Emotions are high

Humans don't have evil cycles, or at least that's what they say. But given the fact that iruma had one, you had to say that the theory must be wrong. Maybe the more time humans spend surrounded by demonic energy, the more likely it is to occur.

So it seemed like you were also bound to have one at some point. The problem was as a human you were more or less used to pushing aside any negative feelings. So you had a lot buried deep, very deep within you, with nowhere to go. But well, lines do get crossed. And wires tightly strung do snap.

It started out as a normal enough day. You maintained your usual routine, and nothing had made you upset. If anything, everything was going great.... maybe that was the problem? You were so used to things going wrong and having more bad days than good that you weren't really sure what to do with yourself at this point.

If you had to be honest, it scared you. The realization that everything you put yourself through all your struggles were over. And the fact that there was nothing for you to fear aside from getting eaten... well, it stirred up all kinds of thoughts. Clutching your hands over your chest as you tried to breathe, you remembered why you always kept busy and in a rush all the time.

You hated being alone with your thoughts. Your head is playing with your fears and anxiety and always coming up with worse case scenarios. Grinding your clenched teeth, you tried to breathe more air through your noise as a familiar ache weighted down on your chest. 'Heavy,' you thought. Quickly pushing yourself forward and erging yourself to find someone anyone in the house.

You didn't want to share your feelings, but you certainly didn't want to be left alone with them. Distraction, you needed a distraction. The tears bubbled in your eyes, and your throat clenched tighter as you searched frantically in the ridiculously big mansion. "Darling? Is something wrong?" Sullivan, you heard Sullivan's voice calling out to you.

Without thinking without worrying about any kind of reaction, you threw your body into the demons direction. He caught you with no problem and cradled you to his chest. You clung to the fur on his suit and hid your face into his shoulder. No words were shared it seemed that he knew they weren't needed. Your body just trembled as you processed your surroundings now.

Listening to Sullivan's heartbeat, smelling the familiar scent of his pheromones that made your perfume. Feeling his hand gently, he rubbed your back as your body finally started to settle. The pressure is easing a small bit and allowing you to breathe better. Your eyes get droopy as you clung to the fur in his suit.

"Can I just stay with you today?" You voice barely above a hushed whisper, and you're so glad that demons have better hearing than humans as the chairdemon happily humms,"of course you can!" While still holding you close. You could hear him commenting about how cute you were being today and about how he was gonna spend all day cuddling with you.

You relaxed more in his hold. While he wasn't your real father, it was comforting to know that he was willing to give you the contact that you needed as you sorted through your overwhelming thoughts. Keeping you grounded. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw opera snapping a few pictures. You grumbled and turned your face to hide from the camera.

A small price to pay you suppose. A soft smile, painting your lips as your thoughts stop screaming at you, and you begin to feel tired. More tired than you had ever been before. Maybe a small nap might help you. Your eyes finally closing and you just find peace in the safety of your fathers embrace.

*few hours later*

You had woken up feeling different... maybe it was because you had finally addressed all the added weight you had been carrying around, or maybe it was just because you were not used to falling asleep in people's arms, but you just felt raw somehow. Noticing that you had been wrapped up in Sullivan's coat, you realized you weren't currently at home. You frowned.

One hand, you were happy that he took you with him. Even him leaving his coat meant he didn't intend on staying away long. But well... for some odd reason, you were feeling extremely clingy.

Slipping your arms through his coat, you began making your way out of the room. Once in the hall, you recognized that you were standing in the general meeting hall for the 13 crowns. You hmmed your displeasure as you made your way to the noisy meeting room. Loud, they were always so loud. And not in the good and fun way like home was.

You slammed open the door and glared at them, feeling nothing but raw irritation when you realized that your father wasn't in the room. The ones who were attending the meeting today stared at you in silent shock as if unsure about your presence.

Your hair was wild and out of order due to bedhead. Your eyes shone with your emotions. The fact that you who were usually calm and polite to those you met had marched down the halls, slamming open doors was a complete 180 to how they had known you. This must be you on an evil cycle. Course what they don't know is you're usually just grouchy after you wake up.

You spot opera in the corner of the room, and you find yourself speaking out of character. "Tell Papa that I am not happy that he left me to go play with his friends." You're words simply, but the biting hiss seemed to have all in the room on edge. Opera bowed and quickly ducked out a side door, leaving you alone in a room with the most powerful demons.

Henri tried to be the one to find order in this situation and tried to speak. "How dare you bar -" "Shut your mouth. It's not like you were having a private conversation. I could hear you yelling at each other from across the hall." You snapped. Henri's horns twitched, and he shifted uncomfortably. You suddenly had all the crowns' attention at this. You were not to be messed with today, it seemed.

"Sweetheart! Did you have a nice nap?" You tilt your head to the side, eyeing the tall demon as he skips into the room. You could feel your eyes twitching. "Sit" it was an order, a command directed at Sullivan, one of the highest ranking demons in hell... everyone paused with baited breath, waiting to see what punishment you might receive for demanding he submit to you.

There was no punishment. Although the older demon was startled by your personality swap, he figured it was similar to what iruma had gone through. Besides, he would do anything for his precious child. So he sat immediately right there on the floor. Cause several crowns to fall out of their own chairs in shock.

You let out a pleased hum before walking over and sitting in his lap. Sighing once, that raw and irritating feel had died down from the contact. "I'm gonna take another nap. And by the time I wake up, we better be home." The thinly veiled threat making all in the room shudder as they watched you snuggle back into place. Sullivan squealed happily. "Soooo cute!"

Suffice to say you were an emotional cuddle bug that did not like to be left alone during such times. All had better drop whatever plans they had for the day if you deemed you needed affection. And none of the 13 crowns could ever look you in the eye again without remembering that icy tone and those killer eyes.

#lord sullivan #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #henri azazel #opera #cuddles

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jcbbby · 1 year

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dani, i'd like to make a request. As someone who also struggles with ED, can you make a gic where reader has an ED and is went through a recovery? I mean, some years ago i was really underweight, i went through a recovery but my anorexia is still in there. and sometimes is hard to look at the mirror and see how my body changed, is hard to see that i kinda have a tummy now, see that my panties squish a little bit on my waist, see how my thighs look bigger... also my ed gave me stomach problems, i feel so much pain sometimes and it is hard to eat. reading fanfics where my favs comfort me about my body is my favourite thing to do when im feeling bad about myself. can you write one where said scenario happens with reader? (jamie x reader)

oh, bby :( I feel for you, I relate so much. I think anyone who has struggled with an eating disorder knows that it never really does totally go away. you just sort of get better at not acting on those intrusive thoughts. but I do want to make sure you know how PROUD I am of you, because nothing is more badass than waking up every day and still choosing recovery, regardless of what that voice in your head is saying. I love you, I'm rooting for you, and keep kicking ass you beautiful being!! <3

I know this is a little short, but I hope this fic brings you comfort when you need it. <3

Warnings: vague description of an ED and talk of body dysmorphia.

It was a gorgeous evening as you and Jamie were out to dinner on the Italian Amalfi Coast; a much needed vacation for the both of you. Your food arrived and Jamie immediately dug into his meal. You, however, stared for a moment at the plate of pasta in front of you as you held your fork, thinking about the couple pieces of bread already in your stomach. Jamie looked up from his food, giving you a small, encouraging smile, but letting you decide to take your first bite on your own time, not wanting to put any stress on a typical dinner that should be just that: dinner. You returned his smile, slowly twisting some linguine around your fork and bringing it to your mouth.

You had had a complicated relationship with food, exercise, and your body for a while before you started dating Jamie. They began shortly after you started college, the constant stress and change of environment had you neglecting taking care of yourself. These habits never went away once you graduated, and you carried them with you even when you met Jamie. This could have easily been shrugged off and flown under the radar to most but being thrust into the public eye exacerbated it all. There was an insane added pressure now to always look good, and more daily stress that came with traveling, planning things around filming and travel, and your own career.

When Jamie started to notice how the light in your eyes started to fade, he begged you to seek help. He told you how much he loved you and how much you deserve to feel the love he has for you, for yourself. And he was right; you knew you deserved more than what you had been giving yourself. He was with you through everything after that; your therapy appointments, doctor appointments, your treatment program, your entire recovery. Always supporting you, listening to your feelings, never making you feel like a burden, and doing whatever he could to keep you moving forward.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” You closed your eyes as you chewed.

“Damn right it is.” He smiled, trying not to show just how overwhelmed with pride he was watching you enjoy yourself eating again, allowing yourself one of life’s most simple of pleasures.

Later that evening, as you returned to your hotel room, your mental high from conquering the carb-filled dinner began to fade. You felt so bloated and your stomach loudly gurgled as it struggled to digest your food, a side effect of the years of denying it enough, often making it hard to truly feel as though you were really doing the right thing. That ugly little voice in the back of your head always loved to tell you it was a mistake to have enjoyed yourself like that.

You got back to the room and flopped yourself on to the bed, curling up into a ball. You let out a quiet groan as your stomach grumbled loudly.

“Are you okay, love?” Jamie asked, getting on to the bed with you, placing a hand on your back.

“My tummy hurts.” You whined. “I shouldn’t have eaten that…” You mumbled into the comforter.

Jamie tutted. “Oh, darling… But it was delicious right?” He sat next to you.

“Yeah…it really was. But I’m so bloated now.”

“Oh yeah? Check me out.” Jamie chuckled, standing up.

You peaked an eye open at him to see he had pulled his shirt up to his chest, pushing out his also bloated belly, cradling it like a pregnant woman. You giggled as you sat up a little bit, frowning quickly again as the adjustment hurt your stomach.

“Why don’t we get you out of that dress and into something comfier, hm?” Jamie lowered his shirt.

You nodded, getting up to let Jamie help take off your form fitting dress, twisting yourself and sucking in as much as you could to hide your distended belly. He grabbed one of his shirts that he wore yesterday, that lay draped over the chair in the corner and handed it to you. You slid it over your head, letting it fall to just above your mid-thigh. You smiled to yourself as it smelled like him. You climbed under the covers of the bed, wincing as your stomach gurgled loudly again.

“Here, take these.” Jamie held out a few Tums to you. “Do you want me to go make you some tea, too?” He asked as you took the tablets from him, popping them in your mouth.

You nodded with a slight smile, which he returned as he made his way toward the kitchenette across the room to put the kettle on. After he had prepared two mugs of tea, he came over to hand you yours. He went around to the other side of the bed, setting his mug down on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed with you, snuggling up close. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your tummy through the blankets.

“That should help.” He smiled.

You cuddled together as you sipped your tea, him caressing your back, settling in for the night as your stomach finally began to settle as well.

-the next day-

Jamie and you were going to head down to the beach this sunny, breezy morning. You sipped some coffee as you stood in your bikini in front of the large window that overlooked the water not too far in the distance. Jamie was prepping a bag of snacks and drinks to take down to the beach with you.

“Hey, baby, look at me.” You heard him say behind you.

You turned to see him holding up his phone, about to take a picture of you with the stunning backdrop of seaside Italy outside the window. You immediately frowned, subconsciously moving your arms to cover your exposed body.

“Oh, no…babe, please don’t.”

He lowered his phone, tilting his head. “Why not? You look so beautiful right now.”

You turned to the mirror that was on the wall to the right of you, pinching at your hips and thigh. You shrugged. “I guess I just…feel puffy. I wish I brought a bathing suit that covered more…” You sighed.

“My love…” Jamie walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “I think you look so incredible right now.” He placed a kiss just below your ear.

You looked at him in the mirror, and then down at your reflection. “My bikini bottoms are cutting into my hips and my ass cheeks. I feel like it’s too tight.” You frowned, bringing your hands to your stomach. “And I still feel a little bloated.”

Jamie turned you around, now looking at you face to face, taking your hands in his. “Hey, remember what we talked about. It’s okay to feel that way. But you know it’s just that mean little voice trying to trick you. Right? And what did we decide to tell that voice whenever it got too loud?”

“…to shut the fuck up, you miserable ass bitch, because it’s just jealous of how awesome and beautiful I really I am.” You rolled your eyes while giggling.

“That’s right!” He pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek over and over as you continued giggling. “And I, for one…” He pulled back from you, now dropping to his knees in front of you. “Love your beautiful, amazing tummy…” He placed several kisses to your stomach. “Your beautiful, amazing hips…” He kissed each hip. “Your beautiful, amazing thighs…” He kissed over your thighs.

You smiled down at him as he peppered your body in admiration and acceptance, in total, unconditional love. He stood up to then meet your lips. You pulled away from his mouth, bringing your arms around him in a hug.

“I love you, baby. Thank you.” You smiled against his chest.

“I love you, darling. All of you.” He pulled you tighter.

#jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower rpf #jamie bower rpf #tw: food #tw: ed mention #jamie campbell bower fanfiction

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devil-on-acid · 1 year

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The Heart of Eywa Pilot

Chapter 1

A/n: i could not stop myself from writing this. This is my first time writing fanfiction after reading them for years. I hope you guys enjoy it. fort the most part i wrote this to let my creativity out and to heal my post Avatar TWOW depression. Sorta warning i wrote half of this while under the influence and later on fixed the mistakes and some sentencing. Also note that English is not my first language so my vocabulary is not impressive. Please enjoy this first draft/pilot. Any feedback and comments are appreciated.

Genre: Thriller/Isekai/Fantasy/Sci-fi

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Word count: 3,301

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I know myself, i’m obsessive. I have hyperfixations. Hobbies and will do anything to make days go by faster. I am one of those people who are sometimes not aware of what is happening. My emotions not in tune with my body. My feelings are cut off from my responses, i am…..

i was never able to cry when i wanted to or when i needed it. Instead of feeling numb i went to feeling everything all at once. That is the only way i can describe it in short.

But if i am being true. This feeling i have is indescrible.

And all of this came from nothing but a single unrealistic wish i had while trying to fall asleep.

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Third pov

The year is 2023, slowly it’s getting colder at night but warmer at day. The freezing cold prickling at your skin and the wind sharp in your face. During the day it’s still cold but the sun comes out alot more. The enjoyable heat of the sun coming through the windows a start of a new day.

A girl no older then 17 is currently in her room weaving and braiding a band from string in a multitude of vibrant colours. Colors who are getting harder and harder to find in nature. As she is braiding we hear the background noise of music softly spilling into the room. The girl in question keeps her head down as she braids the strands delicately tot the beat of the music. The laptop it is playing from sitting far beside her on the desk facing the wall. Everytime she looks up she studies the massive collection of posters up on her wall. Posters of music she loves. Movies, series, artworks made by hand. The one in the middle had just been added to her wall. A poster of the movie Avatar the Way of Water. It’s blue color looking back at her. It has been a month ever since watching the new instalment and (y/n) felt nostalgic evertime she looks at it. the feeling of wanting to leave this place getting larger and larger she looks at that wall. she often imagine stepping up to it and would hope the wall could just swallow her up as if a portal had transformed it.

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(y/n) pov

It was a normal night of settling down for the night. Doing something else besides studying or working. Some time for myself to work on hobbies or anything that has gotten my interest lately. I often times like to stare at the wall in front of me. My huge collection feeling overwhelming and soothing at the same time. I tend to think about how many stories have actually been made in such a way as we make them now, we are al storytellers as humans i presume. The amount of fantasy needed for it is already impressive to begin with. I often get lost in the music of soundtracks playing in the background while i work. I always like fantasy, action, sci-fi and thriller. But my childhood favorite has always been Avatar (2009). It was the first sci-fi action movie i watched. But i found it a fantasy as well. The whole world so thought out a full book can be written about the Culture of the Na’vi and the beautiful Flora and Fauna of planet Pandora. If i’ll ever be able to make a wish it would bet to get transported there. Living the life of a free Na’vi. Exploring the forest of pandora, instead of living month after month in a little gray box. It feels so wrong to think we live like this, most of us. Not knowing what to do with our lives as so much is expected from us. The pressure building up and your body feeling more tired then ever. That feeling has been crawling in the back of my throat the older i got. The more responsibilities that i didn’t want the larger the hollow and empty feeling in my chest. Work, eat, go to sleep, repeat the day. I am not the only one feeling like this. People around me have expressed the same feeling. And still i wonder how they manage to push trough as well as they do. It almost fills me with curiosity and jealousy.

Braiding away at the new necklace that i am making i start having this uneasy feeling. I try to ignore the feeling and try to concentrate on my work. Focusing on the beat of the background music coming from my laptop. But the more time past and the sun went under the bigger my paranoia became. The more i try to ignore everything around me the more blurry my vision got from starting at my hands. At some point i was ripped away from my dazed state only to get goosebumps all over the back of my neck and my arms. The laptop my music came from had stopped playing the music and instead an awfull buzzing sound came from it. like the electronics started to malfunction. panic seeps trough my skin as i start the hear the music again, but there was something wrong about it. it was slower and was playing backwards. Trying as fast as i could i turn off the laptop and sit back down. Trying to calm my breathing, slowing my heartbeat.

As my mind began to clear i was able to stand up again. ‘’its probably just something wrong with the laptop, its 10 years old anyways’’ ‘’nothing is going to hurt you, you are not in danger’’ ‘’you are savely in your house with all windows locked’’

With those thoughts all i was able to cal myself down, checking the time i noticed it was already 00:47 at night. Better to go sleep instead of staying awake much longer. I changed into my pyjamas, brushed my teeth and my hair and layed down in my bed. When i get scared or i feel like there is something wrong i always hide away in bed. Maybe even hide under the covers if i want to. It was a habit of my childhood that stuck with me even to now.

As i was laying in my bed trying to sleep i tried tot hink of the many possibilities of getting out of here. Wheter escaping from this house and moving to a place i felt happier or escaping this world completely, everything is possible in your dreams anyway so why not indulge in a fantasy for a few hours until you go back to your endless working cycle. The house was unusually quiet. My parents where both visiting my aunt abroad and my sibling has their own place 20 min away from here. The usual sounds of snoring from my father in the other room and the buzzing sounds of the washing machine weren’t here. It was deadquiet.

As i’m laying down trying to get comfortable i force my eyes to close, instead of staring at the ceiling. I try to make my mind go black and slow down my rapid thoughts. However one thought came to me that i was unable to get rid of no matter how hard i tried. The most unrealistic wish i ever made. Because it wasn’t real. But to be able to dream about it, to dream about Pandora is a privelege.

Before i know it i feel myself being pulled away by this reality and into the next. I let the serenitiy take over my mind and body and accept everything coming my way. the aches of my body dissapear, the stress in my shoulders lift up out of my body. This feeling, the feeling of flying, a dream i tend to have a great many of times washes over me like a wave of water. my mind at peace when i slip into unconciousnes.

I see a tunnel light up completely by white glowing vines. I am being pulled by my entire body through this tunnel at such a high speed i wanted to close my eyes from being blinded.

And then everything went black. It stayed like that for it felt like hours. Just staring at the blackness as peacefull bliss fills my body. Slowy i start to feel sensations again. I can feel my bare skin touching what felt like grass or moss. The cold breeze flowing over my skin, i can feel how humid and warm the air is. I try to hang on to what i feel. my ears start to pick up sounds one by one. The wind. The moving of plants all around me. The sounds of bugs, birds and other animals i can’t recognise filling my mind. Wanting to see my suroundings i try to move my body. Trying to twitch any muscle i can think of. My fingers, my toes, my face and my eyes. It felt like i was laying there for over 20 min before the sensation in my legs came back to me. My body waking up from my toes, up to my calves, to my stomach, my arms and upper body. When my back and neck where able to move. I take in the deepest breath i could, pulling in my stomach before letting go again.

The air was so fresh i enjoyed every second of it. being completely awake now i open my eyes too fast and got blinded by the sun. Wait…..the sun. I tried to pry my eyes open again blinking a few times to sharped my vision. The first thing i saw where the enormus trees towering over me. Looking down from it i was overwhelmed by beauty all around me. The grass and moss on the ground was greener then i’ve ver seen in real life, the ferns and flowers all looked to be tropical species i had never seen before.

It took a bit before my mind caught up to me. ‘’i must still be asleep.’’ I kept repeating that to myself as much as possible ‘’you’re asleep, you’re alseep, you’re asleep. No one can hurt you in your own dream’’ but as much as i was trying to convince myself it didn’t feel like i was telling myself the truth. This, wherever i was looks and feels way to real for it to be a dream.

Last option. Pinch or hurt myself into waking up. I pinch myself on my arm, doesn’t work, i scratch myself on my wrist, i’m not waking up. But now i look at my hands in shock and wonder. Five fingers on each hand. My skin is a beautiful Azure blue colour with darker stripes in patterns along my body. Softly glowing freckles on my hands up onto my arms and down my stomach and legs. I put my hands up to feel my face, it felt the same as it did before i went to sleep, but my ears are higher onto my head. I am able to twich and move them, picking up even the slightest of sounds with them. I pull my hands behind me and feel the back of my head. A long braid from the center of my head goes all the way down over my back towards the ground. As i looks behind me my new tail is swishing back and forth on the ground. And i come to the realisation that this can’t be a dream. This is way too real. Wheter it is a dream or not i am unable to wake up.

My wish, my unrealistic ‘’i want to go to sleep’’ wish came true.

‘’i’m on Pandora’’

‘’WAIT….what the…’’ i shoudered in a shaky breath by what was coming over me, my mind was having a hard time believing what i was saying out loud. This is impossible.

‘’i’m on Pandora, and i’m na’vi’’

With my new eyes i scanned and observed my sourroundings. I was amazed at how much i see. Every tree, strongly rooted into the ground. So many type of plants, flowers and moss around me. Never had i seen a forest like this one. Not even in the pictures of the earth i saw online. Or the footage i saw in documentaries.

I try to move my legs and sit up properly to stand up. As i try to stand up with difficulty i have to grab onto the tree nearest to me. I stand there a bit letting the dissiness fade away and test my legs. Slowly walking a circle to see where i am or rather where to go. I try to think about the possibilities that i have. I have no idea in what year i got into here on Pandora but that would be difficult to find out without anything that doesn’t involve technology or the humans. Do the Na’vi even count the years ? or the months ?. i don’t think so. I’m not even sure how that would go.

The best options i have on foot is see if i can recognise anything, a scene from the movies, or a sign of life. Hoping i won’t run into any dangerous animals i choose a direction and started walking. Feeling every leave and fern i touch. The green moss feeling soft to walk on. The more and more i walked the more types of bugs and small animals i encounter. I can hear prolemuris swinging above me from tree to tree. Sometimes seeing Arachnoids crawling upon the trees. My mind started to wonder, if i truly am here, where are the others currently ?, are they already gone, or do they still reside in Hometree. Is Jake already on Pandora as well ? or has he been here for years already. All of these questions can decide my fate. I don’t know where i’m walking to, but the most likely thing to happen is getting killed by an animal or being found by a clan and being killed for being a Dreamwalker. That name really does fit me in this case. I’m essentially walking in a dream.

The it wasn’t that much light left anymore in the forest. Soon the sun will dissapear during eclipse. But i am too distracted by the world around me. Around me i find more and more shimmyflies soflty fluttering from one plant to the next. I was hypnotized by it’s eight iridescent wings and delicate build. Trying to touch one was difficult. They looked almost too fragile to even touch anything they come in contact with. Like the thinnest ice melting away after a single touch.

I mindlesly follow the insect like creatures flying all in the same direction. Some of them flying up into the trees. Other left behind to go someplace else. It wasn’t long till i realised the sun had completely dissapeared. I was in a rather dark spot still following the shimmyfly. I looked at my feet with each step. The ground of moss on the floor reacting to my steps with it’s bioluminecent light. creating a path of my footsteps that fades away withing seconds. I start feeling like the sounds around me go in sync. Each small droplet of water, each insect, each call and chirp from the animals mixed together. Like music to my ears. i’m getting more and more lost from where i’m going, but it didn’t matter. I was so calm and at peace here. I could feel my skin tinteling as if pain doesn’t exist. The more i listened the more it almost felt like i was hearing actual music was playing around me. It felt like i wasn’t alone. As if there was a comforting presence of something or someone all around me. It made the drifting feel slower then it actually was. But it still then felt like i was watching the biolouminescence of the forest for hours. Sometimes just trying to spot more small insects. Other times touching plants to see their reaction in colour.

But unbeknowns to me, it actually was hours that i was walking. My body starting to feel faint from being so tired. I tried to still figure out a new direction to follow, i can’t remember which direction i came from. Taking another few steps i start hearing the dripping sound of water.

‘’That must be a river’’ i was getting thirsty from the warm humid air. Putting a faster pace on my walking i follow the sounds of the river water the best i could.

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Third pov

Walking through the forest you want to make your presence almost invisible. the forest of pandora holds many dangers. You need to be alert, silent, and quick. That is what a hunter was doing at that very moment. Hiding in the trees looking for any smell, sound, or track from an animal to hunt.

Being in there for more then an hour the hunter went back and forth looking for any clue of animals passing through the area. What he didn’t expect however where the presence of a great amount of shimmyflies around. Shimmyflies where difficult to find this deep in the forest. It wasn’t till long that he realised there was something wrong, something or someone was there that was unfamiliar. A scent he did not recognise as any animal he knew of.

Going further into the new direction he chose. Not wanting to be spotted he climbed into the trees so he could see from above. Watching carefully at any change or sign of life. A little further away he stopped abruptly. Right down on the ground further away he saw a person walking slowly the opposite direction, right towards the river. The person now identified as a young girl was dressed in peculiar clothing, clothing not completely the same as the Sky People. But still a red flag to look out for. The girl was dressed in just a thin dress. Carrying no weapons as far as the eyes could see.

This could mean only one thing, a sky demon invading into their land. No matter how outnumbered the demon was it was still a cause of concern in the mind of the na’vi hunter. As quiet as he could go he ran to his ikran in a hurry, making Tsaheylu and flying back to the village. He knew where the sky demon was headed and he wasn’t far from the village, if he was fast enough he could warn the other warriors and the Olo'eyktan about this and they would be back before she drifted to far from this part of the forest.

after the war with the Sky people years ago, they sended them all back to their own planet, the dying planet they destroyed for their own greed.

Only a few where chosen to stay, scientists loyal to the protection of pandora and it’s natives. Loyal to the omaticaya. But out of those humans none of the avatar drivers have been young females, only adults known by the clan and recognisable to them. Even then they never venture this far from Hells gate and not on their own.

These thoughts worried the warrior fearing the worst. Flying at a faster pace trying to reach his destination. Looking down the area one last time remembering the way back, it was a completely dark spot. The bioluminescence gone from the area where he just ventured. Completely dark against the night sky protecting a certain Na’vi girl from the aerial hunters.

Meanwhile the girl was still drifting, unaware that she was being watched. Shock settling into her body as she was still accepting and processing what happend to her. All that matters now is staying alive long enough to find the only people she might know, the Omaticaya.

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