#i like to imagine he’s standing on his tippie toes and still can’t make it in frame

[lanadelnegan]

Ooh girl! Loving your work! I had an idea of a smutty fic with JDM himself. Maybe something with him being scared of showing his jealous side because the reader is his younger girlfriend but can’t help it when a man flirts with her

THANK U THANK U. A jealous JDM? I can do that hehe.

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, semi-public sex, car sex (riding), a jealous, possessive jdm, age-gap relationship

A/n: I didn’t even mean for this to turn into such daddy-kink, but it did towards the end. So I hope you’re into that. 🥵

"Can I buy you a drink?" A younger, blonde man smirks next to me.

"Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks though."

"Come on. I insist." Before I can reject him, he plants himself in the stool next to me before motioning to the bartender.

"Um, I -"

"Excuse me, you mind grabbing this pretty lady here another.. On me." He asks the bartender before smiling at me again.

"Names Drew." He tilts his head back swallowing his drink.

"Drew, I'm.. here with someone."

"Nice to meet you, here with someone." He says jokingly as if that's my name but I ignore his lame attempt.

"Look baby, if you are here with someone, where is he?" His head tilts to the side at me and I raise my eyebrows, clearing my throat as I look past him at the much taller man standing behind him.

The bartender places the drink in front of me as soon as Drew turns and notices Jeffrey standing behind him.

"Wow, thanks for the drink man." Jeffrey's large hand grabs Drew's shoulder roughly and I watch his fingers squeeze until the veins on his hands become even more visible.

Drew visibly cringes in pain at the touch and watches Jeffrey finish the drink he ordered me in two gulps.

"I'm more of a whiskey guy, though." Jeffrey smiles at him arrogantly, wiping the corner of his mouth before slamming the glass down on the bar. Drew tries his best to put on the tough guy act but I can see the fear behind his eyes.

"Sorry man, she didn't say she was here with her dad." He glares at Jeffrey.

I make a "yikes" face, showing my teeth and shaking my head. Poor Drew, this isn't gonna end well for him.

Jeffrey chuckles in his face, keeping eye contact with him, and my legs clench a little watching his "Negan" side come out.

We've only been dating for a couple months now, and while I'm sure our age-gap is strange to other people, Jeffrey and I couldn't be happier. I've always dated men my age, but men in their young 20's don't know how to treat a woman. Jeffrey is so good to me.. in every way imaginable.

I've never seen this protective, jealous side of him.. but I think I like it.

"Daddy.." I interrupt. "why won't this weirdo leave us alone?" I talk in a baby voice to Jeffrey, mocking Drew for calling him my dad.

"Wait.. I.. I know you. You play that asshole in the walking dead... Can't fucking stand him." Drew huffs at him.

"Y/n, baby, go wait for me in the car." Jeffrey demands.

Before I go to leave, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss Jeffrey's cheek slowly, glancing at Drew who looks like smoke could come out of his ears any second. Freak.

"That's fucking gross, you know that right?" Drew calls after me as I walk away. "He could be your grandpa! Bet he can't even get it up."

Before I can open the door to leave, I hear a loud bang from behind me. I turn to see Jeffrey's hand bring Drew's blonde head up from the bar top he just slammed it against. "Dude you just broke my fucking nose! Drew wipes the blood from his face.

"Babe, stop!" I call out.

Jeffrey glances at me, still firmly gripping the back of Drew's hair.

"You're lucky my girls watching, or I'd break more than that." He grits out next to his ear.

I've never seen him make that face.. and it does something to me. He looks so hot and.. unhinged.

"Car. NOW." Jeffrey says in my direction as he tosses the blonde man on the ground. He grabs his leather jacket and follows me to the car. We both get in, staying silent for a moment as I try to register what happened.

He sighs, dropping his head and gripping his knuckles around the steering wheel. "Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have act-"

Before he can finish, I'm climbing on top of him like a dog in heat, slamming my lips against his while lifting my black dress until it's bunched around my waist., revealing my red thong. The seat is pushed far enough back to allow me room to comfortably sit in his lip. His mouth parts open and my tongue swipes across his. Fuck, his mouth tastes so good.

I bite his bottom lip when I pull away, letting my fingers tangle through his salt and pepper hair. His hands firmly grab my ass as I grind myself desperately against him. I'm so wet I'm pretty sure he'll have a spot on his jeans. I take his semi-hard cock out of his black jeans and stroke it twice before he's solid in my hand.

The best thing about being with an older man? The size of his cock and the way he knows how to use it. It's big enough to where the tip reaches just above his belly button as it stands against him and my mouth waters at the sight. I lift myself up, wasting no time due to my throbbing pussy needing him so badly, and gently slide down his length. His head drops back slightly as he watches me through lust-filled eyes.

"Fuck, baby. That's it." He talks me through it as I struggle to sit completely with him in me.

I bounce on him while he guides me up and down, squeezing my ass. He looks up at me as I start to slow down, grinding against his cock repeatedly as it hits the right spot.

“You look so fucking good riding me, baby.”

His window is cracked open a few inches and we’re parked right outside the front of the bar. The thought of getting caught makes me hotter as I moan and bite at his ear.

Just as I’m about to come, I hear the bells of the bar doors ring and look to the side, seeing Drew walk out. His nose is bandaged, so someone must have helped him out.

“We’ve got company, doll. You wanna tell him who you belong to?” Jeffrey slams me down onto his cock so hard that my vision clouds and I feel my orgasm rush through me. My mouth falls open just as I look to the side and see Drew walking past the car.

“Daddyyy!” I moan loudly, getting Drew’s attention. He looks at me disgustedly and shakes his head. I watch him angrily get in his car and drive away and smile to myself.

“Fuck. Daddy.. I’m gonna cum.” I cry out.

“Soak my fucking cock baby. Give it to me.”

I cry out louder as my walls contract around him. He kisses me hard and looks into my eyes.

“Fuck, doll. I love you.”

I stare at him wide eyed and can’t believe he just said it. I’ve known I love him since the first week we met, but I wanted him to say it first.

“I love you too, Jeffrey... I.. I want you to cum in me.” I kiss him lips softly this time and I slowly slide myself up and down on him.

He smiles up at me. “Yea? You want daddy’s cum in you, baby?”

I nod and bounce on him faster.

“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Please!”

“Baby, fuck. Fuck. Ahhh.” He moans and his dick pulses, shooting strings of hot cum deep inside me.

I stay on top of him, kissing him as he comes down from his high. His seed leaks out while his cock is still in me and I feel it run down my legs.

“I need strange men to hit on me more often.” I breathe heavily, teasing him.

“Funny, doll.” A loud smack lands on my ass. “I promise they won’t fuck like you like daddy does.”

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Daddy's Girl

Pairing: Dark Tangerine x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Tangerine can’t stand his little girl’s tears, especially when you’re the reason behind them.

WARNING: Forced/Abusive Marriage; Implied Kidnapping context; NONCON. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Make sure to imagine that lovely British accent of his, hehe. Also I wanted to wait a bit before posting this, but I wanna share this so bad :) enjoy!

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The loud noise from the television travels to the kitchen, muffling down the sounds of the knife violently cutting down a carrot. Tangerine has a tight grip on the knife, a pissed off scowl on his face as he spits an unhealthy amount of curses. 

He’s so caught up that he misses the small quiet steps that run towards the kitchen and it’s only when there is a hesitant tug on his sleeve that he looks down, finding a small female miniature of himself, standing in her tippy toes in front of him as she raises her arms, her brown curls bouncing. 

He smiles at her, immediately picking her up, pushing the knife far away. Delighted giggles fill the kitchen as he tickles her. 

“What you doin’ here, princess? Are you hungry, sweetheart, cause lunch ain’t ready yet.” he kisses her cheek, his eyes glinting with pure amazement as he looks at Claire. 

His little angel. 

Claire’s laughter slowly dies down and she plays with the rings on his fingers. Her lip wobbles and when she finally looks at him, her eyes shinny with tears. 

It breaks Tangerine’s heart to see her like that and he wants nothing but to slap the shit out of you for making your babygirl cry. 

“I… I miss mommy.” her voice breaks as she starts crying. Tangerine sighs, hole burning in his chest as he gently pushes her head to his shoulder, rocking her in an attempt to calm her down. His hand rubs her back, her small body shaking as she sobs.

“Daddy, I want m-mommy.” she begs. 

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But mommy still needs some time.” he tries to console her but to no avail. 

Claire cries for what seems like forever and when she finally calms down, Tangerine's shirt is soaking wet, the lunch long forgotten. 

It takes several deep breaths for him to calm down and although he wants to go see you so badly, he puts Claire to sleep first.

He tucks her into her pink bed, placing her favorite teddy bear next to her. A peaceful expression rests on her face, exhausted from all the crying and Tangerine kisses her forehead before leaving the room.

“She fuckin’ cried herself to sleep.” Tangerine shouts to your face, your scalp stinging as his grip on your hair tightens.

“Do y’fuckin understand that? She fuckin’ cried because of you. Cause you’re a fuckin’ shitty mother, that’s what you are.”

Thick tears fall down from your red eyes and you stumble back when he releases your hair, falling back as you trip on the heavy chain attached to your ankle. 

You fall butt-down, pain alastrating on your back but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t even compare to the deep ache in your heart.

You also miss her. So much. It hurts that you haven’t seen your daughter in a week, kept in the basement as Tangerine lies about you being sick.  

“All she kept saying was how much she missed you. That she wanted you to feel better so she could finally see you. Fuck!”

“I…I’m so sorry.” you cry out. Tangerine only glares at you, nostrils flaring up. 

“This is all your fuckin’ fault. You just had to act smart, didn’t ya? Fucking’ hell.” his hand meets the wall with a loud bang and you wince, burying your face in your hands, frightened.

You’ve never seen him this angry before. Not even at the few times you tried to run away years ago. For once you’re actually glad that the basement is sound-proofed so that Claire doesn’t have to witness any of this. 

You messed up. Baldly. You should have known better than to plan an escape from Tangerine. 

But you were exhausted. Deeply tired of playing house with Tangerine. As much as you love your daughter but you want a better life. For yourself. For your sweet daughter. As much as you smile and laugh, pretending to be happy and in love with Tangerine for the sake of your daughter, you had reached your breaking point. 

“You're a selfish little’ bitch, only thinking ‘bout saving your own ass.” he snarls. 

You shake your head, desperate. 

“No! That’s not- She’s my daughter too.” 

Tangerine stares at you for what it seems forever and you hold your breath, watching him with a runny nose that you struggle to wipe with the back of your hand.

His hands on his hips as he considers you, neck veins bulging. He runs a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated as he exhales heavily.

“If you really love her, you gonna fuckin’ behave from now on. And I fuckin’ mean it. No more fuck up’s.” he warns you. 

Blinking away the tears, you nervously nod as he slowly walks towards you before stopping in front of you.

“Ya mean it, right? Then fuckin’ prove it cause you’re not leavin’ this basement without provin’ me that you can do better.” 

Confusion fills you until you see the look on Tangerine’s eyes. With shaky hands, you reach for his belt but he moves your hand towards his shirt and your heart drops. 

Not this. 

It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. You’re barely wet enough yet uncomfortably stretched by your husband’s cock as he slowly thrusts into you.

Given how angry he was, you were expecting him to fully rail you so you were surprised as he went at a slow, calm pace. Good for you.

His head is buried in your neck, low groans coming from him. It’s feel like an eternity as he fucks you gentle and deep till you lose track of time.

You suddenly hiss when his cock rams deep inside you, the thin old mattress softly squeaking under your combined weights. 

He pulls himself on his forearms, facing you as he starts to speed up, quickly slamming his hips forwards with a renewed force and you cry out, hands bawling the sheets. 

“S’ fucking’ tight, darling.” he husked, his sweaty curls falling to your face as he presses your foreheads together. “Gonn’ cum soon, fuck.”

His breathing halts as he fucks you vigorously, urgency in his thrusts. He doesn’t last longer, your velvety walls tightly squeezing his cock just the right way for him to approach his orgasm.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.” with a final harsh thrust, his body tenses up before finally relaxing. Tangerine releases a loud grunt, reaching his high while being balls deep inside you, his hands coming to grab your face as he connects your lips into a needy kiss, the bitter taste of cigarettes on him. 

When he lets you go, you release a shaky breath, feeling gross and violated with his cum beginning to leak. 

His nose touches yours, skin shiny with sweat and his blue eyes half-closed as he exhales, the warm breath hitting your face. He doesn’t seem that angry anymore, men really think with their dicks. 

“That was fuckin’ nice.” he smiles, his knuckles sweetly fawning over your cheek. “Maybe we should consider giving Claire a sibling. I think she’d love a baby brother.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: noncon #bullet train #dark tangerine #dark!tangerine #dark!tangerine x reader #yandere tangerine #yandere tangerine x reader #yandere!tangerine #tangerine x reader #tw: forced marriage #tw: implied kidnapping #dark!fic #dark fic

[delcakoo]

jay with a short gf ↷♡

requested <3 ! jake ver ! hoon ver ! riki ver !

PAIRING ! jay x f!reader

WC ! 1.4k

GENRE ! fluff, crack, slight suggestive

a/n: sobbing this was so cute and fun to write, ty for the req anonnie <3

if you told jay you were insecure about your height.. oh boy

he’d literally go straight from :D to >:[

ITS ONE OF HIS FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT YOU?

you’re just so !! cute !! he wants to shove you in his pocket and protect you from the world !!!

and you’re lucky jay is not one to tease often

he’s more just. blunt and completely honest with what he’s thinking at all times

exhibit A

due to your short height you can’t reach a lot of things in the kitchen :(

so when he sees you standing on top of the counter to grab something off the shelf he just goes, “aww”

you whip your head around and there he is. just 🧌 in the doorway

so being the gentle soul you are you give him the middle finger *eye twitch*

but the truth is he wasn’t even teasing you!!

he genuinely thought you looked adorable :c

you could pick a twig off the ground and he’d go ‘☺️ that’s my y/n’ like a literal dad

AND AND due to your height n’ size difference jay’s clothes just OVERFLOW on you

you’ll walk in like, “bub?”

he looks up from his phone all tired and— AHHHHSJHDND Y/N’S WEARING MY SHIRT look how cute she is!!!

he grows the most fond smile imaginable as he murmurs out a ‘yes angel’

but he won’t lie the shirt goes down to your knees so it looks like you have no pants on

he giggles a bit BUT AGAIN jay does not tease you much so he stays quiet <3

even if you were taller than him, this man would still find ways to baby you

but since you’re a great deal smaller than him, his instinct grows even stronger

when it’s cold out???? suddenly you’re a first grader who can’t even zip up their own coat

“ok y/n where’s your gloves? no not those cheap ones, i mean the big puffy grey ones with the velcro straps, your hands are so tiny we have to— OH, AND WE CAN’T FORGET YOUR HAT. seriously, i heard you can get sick from having your ears exposed to the cold for too long—“

you’re just like 🧍‍♀️”love, i don't think my ears temperature will affect my health”

he silences you by further tightening his giant black scarf around your neck and chin

this goes for warm weather too of course, not just cold 🙁

“hmm, i don’t trust this sunscreen brand, y/n. since you’re so small, it shouldn’t be too hard to find a hat that can cover your entire body, right?”

“hey! i’m not that small!”

it’s too late

instead of a hat though, your boyfriend’s brought you a whole umbrella to carry around, declaring that the sun will NOT be burning you today!!

secretly, you have to admit you love being taken care of by him :)

one reason you find yourself getting annoyed by your height though, is when you have to literally stand on your tippy toes just to give jay a kiss :c

yeah, instead of seeing his handsome face when you look in his direction, all you get is his shoulder 🙁

every time you want a kiss while he’s standing, you have to beg him to stay still and bend his neck down so he can meet you halfway

sometimes he can’t help but chuckle a little at your efforts just to reach him

which makes you pout of course, “it’s not my fault you’re as tall as the BFG!”

“eh? i’m average height y/n”

“not for me you asshole”

bro laughs at you again

he thinks you look like one of those little demon chihuahuas when you’re mad

(but he’d never tell you that cuz he’s scared you’ll beat him up with those tiny knuckles of yours 🏃)

sometimes jay gets a little uncomfy looking down all the time and complains about his neck hurting

so, if an innocent kiss turns into something steamier he will instead scoop you up and bring you somewhere where you won’t have to stand on your tippy toes the whole time and his neck won’t feel like it’s about to fall off

either that, or he gets impatient and just lifts you by your thighs to hold you against a wall/kitchen counter

muscle pig

but you’re just like “babe why are we doing this against the wall, can we go to like. the couch or something”

suddenly he’s pouting with his swollen ass lips (proud to say that’s your doing <3) “but i wanted to show off my muscles..”

since you’re a softie for pouty jay you let him do what he wants with you

speaking of his muscles you think it’s fun to tag along on jay’s gym expeditions

sunghoon and niki are usually there too !! gym bros !!

it’s fun watching until they ask YOU to join

“absolutely not. i’m here to pass you your water bottles and that’s about it”

doesn’t matter

the youngest has already dragging you over to the pull up bar and jay’s just smirking his stupid jay smirk because he KNOWS you cannot reach that shit

“okay go, just try one,” niki encourages innocently

you swear if he wasn’t so buff you’d fight him right there

this kid knows damn well you cannot reach that bar

before you can say anything, your boyfriend luckily comes to the rescue

without a word, he grabs your waist lifting you with such ease that it makes you a bit flustered

IN THE BACKGROUND hoon is GIGGLING like A DUMBASS

“shortie”

you whip your head over to the silver haired boy in offense before looking back at jay

“ay, you’re my boyfriend, why aren’t you stopping this discrimination”

he goes 🧍‍

“but.. its true”

you flick his forehead in retaliation ☺️

anyway so with the help of jay you reach the pull up bar and surprise yourself by actually doing A WHOLE PULL UP 💪

jay’s jaw dropped and he starts clapping and smiling and JSJND HE WAS SO PROUD OF YOU !!

“that’s my strong girl. wah, can you do another one for me?”

you folded right there

it felt nice receiving such praise so..

YOU DID ANOTHER ONE WOOO

before flopping to the ground because damn pull ups are hard

jay made a delicious meal when you both got home that day because YOU DID TWO PULL UPS <3

there’s like a silent agreement between you and jay that when you’re standing up, he’s the one giving the affection

it goes from just reaching down to give you little pecks to resting his chin on your head with a warm backhug

god jay loves back hugs so much, especially since you’re so small, it’s easier to just wrap you up in his arms like a burrito n’ trap you there forever c:

sometimes it’s a bit too much though

“babe please i’m going to choke”

“sorry angel, you’re just so cute.”

you give him the side eye

BUT when you’re sitting or lying down.. it’s your time to shine!!

finally you can see his handsome face without having to crane your neck up

gotta use him lying down to your advantage !

y’know when jay wears his classic boyfriend outfit with the white muscle top UAHSJSH

you pull him onto your lap n’ he’s like .. 🤨

bro is a strong believer that you should be the one in his lap not the other way around

BUT once you get your fingers running through his hair n’ massaging his temples he just deflates

jay doesn’t get taken care of often so he’s just amazed because wait?? it feels so good???

then it leads to you giving him a full body massage because it’s what the man deserves

then as you’re massaging his stupid muscly arms he goes “your hands are so weak i can’t even feel anything love”

HE HAS TO TEASE YOU SOMETIMES OKAY it’s out of love

all in all. jay is your number one fan no matter how short you are (and secretly, he doesn’t want you to grow!! >:c)

hugs for my short readers out there 🫂

likes don’t tell me much, reblogs n’ comments are always very appreciated if you enjoyed <3

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[pleasinghellfire]

Locked Out

summary: getting locked out of your home in the pouring rain, tom let’s you stay the night at his place

word count: 750

All Rights Reserved.

a/n: i got this idea listening to an eddie shifting audio, click here to listen. the audio is also on spotify, click here for that link. i absolutely love these ambience audios. even tho this audio is eddie, i imagined being with tom listening to the rain. i hope you enjoy!

By the time you were finished cleaning out the last trailer for the newest tenants, it was well into the night and you were tired. You pushed your hair away from your face and looked out the window. You can barely see the outside lights as the heaving pelting rain blurred the world around you.

You sighed, knowing you were going to get absolutely soaked the second you opened the door. You decided to just leave your basket of cleaning supplies in the trailer and pick it up early in the morning before the new family moved in. You pulled the hood of your coat above your head and zipped it all the way up to shield you from the rain and chilly wind.

You braced yourself, giving yourself a pep talk before opening the door and running out into the heavy rain. You were immediately drenched and the cold air traveling from the ocean wasn’t making it any better. You quickly turned left and ran through the park towards your own trailer, trying to keep your head down.

After making your way up the steps of your home, you patted your pockets trying to find your keys. You let out a loud groan when you remembered you left your keys on the desk back in the main office on the other side of the park.

You were too wet, cold, and tired to try and run to the office for your keys knowing that Shirley had already locked up for the night.

You turned your head and saw blue lights illuminating from Tom’s trailer. You quickly ran to his window and saw him leaned against the back of his couch, watching whatever was on TV and chewing on a piece of chocolate candy. Knocking on the window, Tom jumped and saw your head poking from the bottom of the window, not quite tall enough to see through without standing on your tippy toes. You pointed your finger to his door and he rushed to open and let you in.

You barged through the door the second you heard him click the lock. “For fucks sake, I am so cold.”

“Bloody hell! What are you doin’ out in the rain like that?” Tom talked at the same time as you.

“They made me cl-clean out the trailer f-for the new folks tomorrow but I-I forgot my keys back i-in the main hall.” You shivered.

“Do you want me to get it open for you?” Tom started to make his way towards his raincoat but you stopped him.

“No! You can’t. It’s pouring badly out there.” Tom nodded his head okay. “Do you mind if I just spend the night here? I don’t think the rain is gonna stop.”

Tom nervously cleared his throat. “Yeah, umm, yeah. Let me just get you a change of clothes.”

Tom walked to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of bottoms and a thick jumper to keep you warm from the top shelf. He gave them to you, telling you there was a towel in the bathroom you can dry off with.

Quickly peeling off your submerged clothing, you dried off your body and squeezed the remaining water from your hair. You changed into Tom’s clothes immediately becoming warmer.

You walked back to Tom, pulling the sleeves of his jumper over your hands and sat near him on the couch. The changing lights from the TV was the only source of brightness in these early hours of the night. The sound of the rain was getting hard and hard against the roof of the warm trailer.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “For letting me stay here.”

“Are you still chilly?” Tom noticed you were still shivering. Even in the warmth of new clothes and the heater starting to run through the small home, you still had tremble in your hands.

You nodded your head. Tom motioned for you to come closer to him. You curled your body in the side of him as he draped the large blanket across the both of you, caging all the warm under the blanket.

You rested your head against his chest as one of his hands rubbed your leg that laid across his and his other hand softly played with your hair. Listening to the faint sound of a song playing through the TV and the rain from outside pulled you into a trance as you fell asleep against Tom.

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[azurelyy]

Would you be willing to write headcanons for the Naruto boys holding your drink at a bar? Specifically I’m looking for Naruto but you can include others too! Love your writing so much.

Would I ever! Thanks for the ask, my dear.

Mentions: Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru

Warnings: had to throw a Daddy kink in. Sorry besties!

Naruto Uzumaki

I’m sorry, but Naruto is one of the worst people to ask for this lol

You hand your drink to him

So do Sakura and Ino as you’re dragged to the dance floor

His blue eyes are filled with panic as you mouth “Thank you!” to him

Poor guy is now holding four drinks in his two, large hands

It’s a delicate balancing act!

He is happy that you all trust him enough with this task and he takes it very seriously

He does get distracted by the way your hips are swaying and how your tits are bouncing in your tight dress that leaves little to the imagination

But no one gets near your drink

Except for Naruto, who might have somehow dropped all the drinks when you grinded up against Ino

He is dripping with sweat when the three of you waltz back over and see the drinks all over the floor

A worker has to put a caution sign down over the mess as Naruto frantically waves his hands in front of his face

“I-I’ll get the next drinks, ya know? Don’t worry!”

Poor guy nearly loses it when he sees the way Sakura is glaring at him

At least he protected all the drinks 🥺🥺

Sasuke Uchiha

He grumbles under his breath when he sees that glint in your eye that he’s seen a hundred times now

As God is a Woman by Ariana Grande plays and Temari is screaming something about

“We CAN’T miss this one, come on!”

Sasuke is already extending his slender hand out for your drink, eyes rolled in fake annoyance

Secretly, he’d be offended if you didn’t ask him

Coal black eyes wander over your body as you run to the dance floor arm and arm with Temari and his lips quickly twitch upwards

After all these years, he still finds you adorable

Even when you’re drunk and dancing lewdly with your best friend

Still cute. Cute and hot.

He can’t choose between the two

He hides your drink under his jacket, ensuring NO ONE gets near that thing

If a guy so much as tries to come to the table, Sasuke’s sharingan is flashing red in warning

“You’ll believe god is a woman”

Sasuke watches as you make eye contact with him from across the room and mouth the words

As you drop to the floor against Temari, seductively sliding against your friends body before you bounce up again

He smirks and looks away, pretending to not be interested in your advances

But you know the truth

Shikamaru Nara

Good choice

He claims this is “such a drag” as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, standing on your tippy toes, pushing your drink to his chest

His nimble fingers graze against yours as he takes the drink from you and you say into his ear, loudly over the bass of the music

“Thanks, Daddy.”

Usually narrowed oak eyes widen as you wink and are whisked away to the sticky dance floor

It’s times like these where Shikamaru regrets introducing you to Ino

The two of you are so troublesome together

Dancing on one another while your eyes stay locked to the wall he’s standing against, watching him

He can’t keep his eyes off you, either

Especially not when molten heat is rushing straight to his crotch and his pants are growing tighter with every jiggle of your ass

His hand moves over to shield the top of your drink as he leans back, one foot planted on the wall

The group that you all came with who aren’t dancing try to get his attention over the music

But when you lick your lips and let Ino’s hands roam down the front of your body

Shikamaru can’t be bothered to care about anything else

#ask away #azurelyy scribbles #naruto fanfiction #Shikamaru x you #Naruto x you #sasuke x you #sasuke headcanons #shikamaru headcanons #naruto headcanons

[justjams2003]

Snippit 3

You get the jest. (Also I’m nowhere near done with this fic and these snippits are gaining no traction. But I shall continue writing. Bc its for me. I also considered making it an x reader to gain more people’s attension. But that won’t include everyone and I don’t want to make an x reader that you can’t imagine yourself in. Thoughts??)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Oc

Warnings: Polyamoury, swinging, unicorn couple, smut, pussy eating, fingering, werewolf

Summary: After a hearty battle Thor and Star enjoy each other’s bodies and other.

Word count: 1,6k

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"I like her," Star says, watching the hairy girl fight with honour. "Do you, my dear?" Thor questions, his hand resting on Star's hip. They're on a battle field.The both of them cool and calm of course. None of the enemy cause too much of a problem for them. After all, the battle is pretty much over.  

This woman that they are watching is merely finishing the last few. Thor's felt the tension between Star and this wolf girl. Her name, Darrow Declan. Of course, to Thor, she is quite the sight to see. With fangs and claws and a thirst for bloodshed.  

"Do you want her?" He asks, bending down slightly to whisper in her pointed ear. She grins looking up at him, she places her hand on his broad ches. Star shows him the biggest puppy eyes she can muster, even pushing her bottom lip out in a pout, knowing damn well that there is no way in hell that Thor could ever say no. "Yes please, sir," she uses the dominant name, showing that she has manners and deserves a treat.  

Thor's armor grows tight around his crotch by just hearing the word 'sir' fall from her lips. "All right, my princess, go get her," he allows, his heart swells as Star's eyes fill with joy. "Thank you, sir!" Star stands on her tippy toes and gives her lover a very grateful kiss.  

When she comes up for air, she runs over to the women talking to some other soldier. Thor's power still pumping through her, electricity follows closely behind her. Without thinking she jumps, expecting Darrow to catch her.  

The werewolf does, of course. Hearing her approach with her superhearing. Not to mention, dropping the princess of the Light Elves and the Prince of Asgard's lover would probably be considered treason.

Star grins at the shocked expression on Darrow's face. Her legs wrapped around the bigger girl's waist. Then, she smashes her lips into Darrow's lips. Finally getting to taste those sweet lips that she's been staring at for so long now.  

The people that don't personally know the two's jaw hang open. Watching in shock as Thor just lets this happen. Not to mention the vigor and passion of his girlfriend. "How can you just let that happen?" The werewolve's head guard asks, looking up at the mighty god of thunder. "It makes her happy," Thor shrugs, it's true. What ever makes his baby girl happy, he's glad to supply.

"But, how do you know she'll return to you?" The man asks, his jaw still slack. "I don't believe I would let that happen. Plus, I am going to join them," Thor states with a shrug, looking forward to the sight. "Really?" The prince can't help but chuckle at the disbelieve of the man he had just battled with.  

"Watch," is all that Thor replies with. He causally approaches the two kissing women. Darrow is still in shock, how could this be happening. Not that she doesn't enjoy it, Star is quite the beauty after all. But, what will her partner say?

"What about his majesty?" She voices her concerns once she's come up for air. Star rolls her eyes, why do they always ask? "You worry far too much." Is all that she answers with, before continuing her passionate kiss. Her hands intertwining in the werewolf women's thick head of hair.  

Star can just sense how Thor coming. Though, it is quickly confirmed by the big, warm hand on her lower back. The guard watches as the beautiful Elf girl raises her head by Thor's presences. Only to give him an even more passionate kiss as the werewolf warrior.  

Afterwards Thor turns to that same warrior, grabs their chin and raises it. All in order to make the girl quiver with a kiss. "I'll wait in the tent," he winks at the two and then saunters into the royal tent laid out.The guards watches as the Light Elf drops from the werewolf's arms, take her hand and lead her into the before-mentioned tent.  

Thor is already taking off his armour. Star can see his cape hang over a chair, throne off as if he was in a rush. Which he was, seeing Star so happy really did things to him, plus the affirming name, there could not be more reason for him to need her so. So when the both of them enter, there is a low rumble of thunder.

Not the kind that strikes fear into people's hearts, or the kind that make you feel alone in a big storm. The kind that light your body on fire with desire. That make you need for another in your bed, to share the adrenaline of the storm with.  

Star quickly shoves the werewolf girl down on the bed. Quick to remove their armour, leaving the both of them barebottom naked. The light hue from the sun shining through the material of the tent create a breeze of pink on Star’s shining white wings and smooth pale back.

Thor just can't help himself. His hand lands right on her waist, he presses him bare chest against her back, of course, watching for her wings. His lips follow the curve of her spine with delicate kisses. His beard tickles her smooth skin, causing shivers to run through her body.  

"Strip." Star commands to the girl watching the both of them closely, still in awe at her luck. All while Star is flourishing in Thor's gentle touches of worship. Her eyes watching every move of Darrow. Like an eagle making sure their prey doesn't escape or veer from the plan. The girl does as she is told, sitting up and throwing her armour to the side. "By Odin's beard, Thor, is that not a sight to see?" Star mutters pit as Darrow's toned body glimmers with excitement.  

He lets out a hearty chuckle, his eyes resting on Darrow's but not his body. His kisses are still smooth against her neck. Thor's hands go from her waist to her bottom and ever so gently on her wings. Still in awe at the magnificent creation that is her body. The majestic wings and tip of her ears. Like nothing he's seen before.

"Two beautiful women? I don't believe there to be a better sight." Is all Thor says, he takes his chin in his hand, guiding her up to look him in the eyes. "Just you and me?" He asks, confirming the agreement they had. That this fling that they have does not go deeper than body. That lust is as far as it goes and that after their escapade it will again just be the two of them.  

Star nods, her eyes filled with earnest truth, "Just you and me," Thor's jaw pops and he nods. Taking her lips in his, sharing a deep, passionate and soul connecting kiss to seal their agreement. Immediately after they turn their ravenous attention to Darrow. Star crawls onto the bed, where Darrow usually the predator is, now she is prey.  Thor watches intently as Star kissing all around the other girl's body.  

From this angle, Thor can see Star is dripping and ready to fuck or be fucked in any sort of way. Her juices even slick down her thigh, “You look amazing, my dear,” Thor mutters, watching as she grins mid kiss. He begins pumping his girth, his member standing tall begging for any touch.  

Star sucks on Darrow’s erect nipple, her left hand pinching the other. While the right is roaming wherever she can. From the girl’s bum to her waist and even a few times Darrow’s throbbing clit. However, Thor quickly swats her hand away, just to replace it with his own.

Coating Darrow with her own dripping wetness. Seeing her folds only makes Thor tighter. Star isn’t in his way for very long. “You are going to use that pretty mouth of yours,” she explains before getting herself seated right on Darrow’s face. The girl is quick to react, her tongue encircling her folds.

All while Thor’s hands are still kept busy. Once he’s decided that she’s wet enough he adds a finger. Darrow gasps at the sudden feeling. The sudden hot breath making Star’s head fly back. Thor chuckles at the reaction. Quickly he begins pumping and curling his fingers. Making it harder for her to focus and yet somehow her job of eating Star out still prevails.  

This continues, Thor adding a few fingers. Even if they are ravishing each other’s bodies, there is still love floating through the air. A mutual understanding of the goal of extasy. That here they are each all working together for the pleasurement of themselves and each other. How each action is to induce a state dizzy euphoria.  

Which, after loathing and lusting in that state of in between shared consciousness, was, eventually, reached. The two alien girls reaching that feeling where nothing matter except that feeling of heavy and pure sex. All while Thor gets to enjoy the sight of this jubilation. Causing the feeling of a warm buzz, proud to have had some part of this.  

Not long after this bash of sudden ecstasy washes away, Thor is quickly moved to the bottom. This reach of high and then flip of positions continue all throughout the night. Even once on Darrow’s direwolf. It’s safe to say not one of them had any sleep that night. Even so, in the morning, Thor and Star return to each other. Thanking Darrow for the wonderful night and promising many lavishes.  

#thor #Thor Odinson #thor fanfiction #thor shirtless #god of thunder #thor smut #thor x oc #thor x ofc #thor x oc smut #oc #thor oc #thor drabble #thor x #thor x werewolf #poly #polyamourous #polyamoury #poly smut #polyamourous smut #thor poly #thor poly smut

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

If you're still taking yandere requests: #26 with Matt Jackson, and possibly some themes of him stalking the reader / having watched them for a very long time? 👀👀👀

Secrets are Made to Be Spilled

Summary: After years Matt was bound to slip up

Prompt: “It was uncomfortable to sleep last night? How do you think I felt? Not being able to touch you was absolute torture for me,”

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, and just normal Yandere things. If that will trigger you please don’t read.

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyummy @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming.” You mumbled, holding your face in your hands. Nick, your best friend, was sat on your left and his wife was on your right. Your boyfrien- ex boyfriend had kicked you out only an hour ago, simply shoving a few bags in your face and slamming the door.

“You couldn’t have. You guys seemed so happy.” Nicks wife tried, rubbing your back.

“Why do they always end like this? You asked no one in particular. It seemed like anytime you tried to get into a relationship it ended in the worse way possible, and you almost never got an explanation.

“Don’t do this to yourself y/n, he’s the one who lost the greatest partner ever.” Nick told you.

“I hate to ask-“ you started, and you were sure Nick knew what you were going to ask. You couldn’t count the number of times you have had to move in with the couple and there kids. Luckily it never took you more then a week to find some apartment to live in.

“Hey Nick? You have any extra creamer- oh. I didn’t know you had company.” You glanced up to see Nicks older brother. Matt never seemed to like you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Hey matt. I’ve got an extra bottle in the kitchen- Hey!” Nick shot up from his seat, startling you, his wife, and Matt. “Matt, y/n really needs somewhere to stay. Normally she would stay here, but Ellen’s parents are coming over. You’ve got an extra room, you mind if she stays with you?”

If Nick had turned to look at you, he would have seen your look begging him not to do this. It was awkward enough with Matt just being in the room, but you staying in his house? Without Nick? It would be a disaster!

“She will only be a few days. Come on, for me?” Matt sighed, and turned to look at you.

“You’ll look for somewhere else to live?”

“I already have an idea of an open apartment.” You answered.

“Fine.” He walked away, and you could hear him grab the creamer before leaving the house.

“Really?” Nick turned and looked at you, and innocent look on his face.

“What?”

“Don’t what me. You really think it’s going to be good for the two of us to be in a house without you being there? I’d rather sleep in my car.” You glared at him.

“Come on y/n, not only will you have more privacy but this could be a chance for two of my favorite people to finally get along.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes as you stood up. “But I highly doubt that if he’s hated me since high school he will suddenly stop now.”

——————

Just as you thought, Matt had basically ignored you from the moment you got here, simply showing you his guest room and leaving you alone.

Now you were tossing and turning in bed, trying to get some sleep. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to get the feeling you were being watched to go away. A few times, you thought you could see something out of the corner of your eye, but you just told yourself it was your imagination. You were still worked up from the break up.

At around 3 in the morning you got up, throwing on some shorts and a sweatshirt before quietly making your way to the kitchen. You were planing on grabbing a glass of water, but apparently Matt kept his glasses higher then Nick because you were trying to grab it while on your tippy toes.

Your finger grazed it when you felt something behind you, and a different hand grabbed the cup. You quickly turned to see Matt standing there in only shorts, no shirt.

“Here.”

“Oh… thanks.” You quickly took the glass from him and slipped by to fill it up from the sink. You could feel his eyes on you as you took a drink of the water.

“Is that my brothers sweatshirt?”

“Oh! Um,” you looked down to see what sweatshirt you were wearing. “Ya, I think he gave it to me a while ago.” You continued to stand there, not sure about what to say next. Thankfully, Matt took the lead on the conversation.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Ya, how did you know?” You asked, watching as he seemed to smirk to yourself.

“Sorry, I forgot to turn down the air. I know you like it warm when you sleep.” You started to nod, but stoped half way through. Why would he know that? You didn’t think even Nick knew that, you would have never asked him to make it warmer in his house for you.

“W-what?” You frowned. For a moment Matt looked like a dear caught in headlights, but he quickly got his confidence back.

“Guess it was bound to get out.” He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you to trap you between him and the counter. “Let me ask you something y/n. You think It was uncomfortable to sleep last night? How do you think I felt? Not being able to touch you was absolute torture for me. I knew you were laying in bed just a wall away, wearing almost nothing. I just wanted to come show you just who you belong to.” His hand lightly traced the ver your face, making you frown deeper.

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh y/n, you were mine the day your family moved across the street from us. At 16 I didn’t really know what I was feeling, but when I finally figured it out you had decided I hated you. I had to wait, and you kept finding yourself in stupid relationships with stupid people. Y/n, I had to watch you. To keep you safe.”

“I- um. Wait, you mean every time I was thrown to the curb by a guy, that was you?” You prayed you were miss understanding his words.

“All I did. was tell them I would tell you about their little secrets. Strip clubs, cheating, none of them treated you like you deserved.”

You both stared at each other for a moment before you shoved him away from you. “Are you insane?! You’ve stalked me, treated me like shit, and destroyed my relationships because you had a crush when we were teenagers? What the hell is wrong with you!?” You yelled. You started to stomp passed him, intending to leave the house, but Matt was quick to grab you.

He pushed you against the wall, and pushed his body against yours. “After all Ive done for you, this is how you treat me? I’ve saved you from empty relationships time and time again. What the hell do you want from me?”

“To let me leave.” You spit. As soon as the words left your mouth his face hardened. He didn’t say a word as he dragged you out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“Let go of me!” You yelled as he opened a door to what you could guess was his basement. He continued to drag you down the stairs as you yelled at him, trying to get away. The basement was like a finished apartment, and when he opened another door he shoved you to the ground of it.

You looked around, noticing it was a regular bedroom. When you looked back at Matt, he had a hard face. “You made me do this.” He turned and left the room. You jumped up and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“Matthew!? Let me out! You can’t do this! People will wonder what happened! Let me out!” You screamed, banging on the door. After a few minutes you knew he wasn’t letting you out. You slid to the ground and laid back against the door. Your face sat between your legs as you sobbed. You never thought something like this would happen to you.

——————

“I can’t get a hold of her!” Matt watched as Nick all but slammed his phone down. “And your sure she was fine last night?”

“I told you Nick, she was fine last night. When I woke up this morning her car and stuff was gone.” Matt told him as Nick read over the message in his phone. A text from you saying you were leaving town for a while, that you needed a start over.

“I just don’t understand. She always bounced back, what was different now?”

“Just give her her space man. She will come back when she’s ready.” Matt promised. Nick stood up and gave his brother a hug.

“Your right, thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

#aew #fanfiction #request #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson #oneshots #aew oneshot #Matt Jackson oneshot #Yandere

[naralumi]

chilumi fluff alphabet a-z

fluff, childe/lumine, just headcanons (list from snk-warriors on tumblr)

A ctivities - ajax and lumine are the kind of people who can’t sit still when they’re alone - ajax is always working and thinking and training; lumine too, in her own way, she needs to be on the move, needs to feel like she’s achieving something, getting somewhere. but when they’re together? polar opposites. sure, we know they like to spar, keep each other on their toes, but just wait until they tire themselves out. then they show their true selves. the kind of true self you only show with your best friend, your soulmate. ajax brings home snacks and they sit in front of the fire. they go for picnics and watch the world pass them by. they go out to dinner with all of their friends for special occasions like birthdays, but they always sit beside each other, holding hands under the table. they take ajax’s younger siblings out for the day and let them run riot with allowance and free space so they can enjoy each other’s company, even when actually surrounded by others. but their favourite thing to do really is just exist together. they tease and play with each other as much as they relax and cuddle up. 

B eauty - ajax can’t get over how beautiful his girlfriend is. everything from the innocence of her eyes, the one of a kind flower she wears in her soft air, how she’s so small he can hold her on his chest when they lie in bed at night, her legs wrapped around him like a koala bear. she gets cold easily, but he’s used to it, so he showers her with all of the blankets he can find, and shields her with the warmth of his arms too. even when she’s tucked in so tight that all he can see is her face, half covered with messy nighttime hair, she is the most perfect thing he has ever laid eyes on. he knows how lucky he is. lumine always found ajax intimidatingly handsome. his height, for one; he’s so much taller than her that she has to look up to meet his eyes, stand on her tippy-toes to kiss him - of course, not something she thought she would be doing back when his confident, downright sexy presence would intimidate her, make her feel like being feisty and disagreeable just to prove herself a match for him. she loves his fluffy hair, the stunning blue of his eyes, eyes that have seen so much - too much, more than lumine can stand to imagine. his strong arms, broad shoulders, everything about him makes her feel safe. and dizzy - he makes her so dizzy. she realises how ridiculous it is that a boy could do that do her, she should really get a grip of herself, but what can she do? 

C omfort - it’s no secret that they lean on each other for comfort. they don’t have it easy, and they don’t want to burden each other. but they pick up on their partner’s tell-tale signs; some are more obvious than others - ajax when he’s visibly injured, for example. even when he can’t tell lumine what he’s been up to, and she’s dying to know, hurting inside because she wants to tear apart anything that would ever do this to her love, she doesn’t press. she’s always by his side, whether he needs medicine, or just needs to be held. she massages him at night and whispers sweet things as he drifts off to sleep. she kisses his scars and changes his bandages and brings him seconds of dinner. she takes his mind off the bad by letting him show her family heirlooms, teach her about ice fishing, stories about his childhood.  lumine never shows her emotions, but ajax can read her like a book. he can hover a little at times, actually, because he’s constantly anxious that something is up and that she’s keeping it all to herself for his sake. she really doesn’t want to worry him. he does his best not to worry her in return, he makes her laugh, he picks flowers and seashells for her, he tells her how much he loves her. he is never, ever afraid of that. “i love you, lumie,” he’ll say - over and over again. it calms her. when she’s panicking, overwhelmed, trying to process everything that’s going on, those words are her grounding force. 

D reams - ajax dreams about the future, a lot. lumine forces herself to live in the moment. it comes down to ajax wanting to believe that there is a future where he can be happy, everyone he loves is safe, he’s with the girl he loves and nothing can get between them. the today is scary, he’s fighting for his future. but lumine has experienced loss before, massive changes in her universe, so she clings to the present. she doesn’t dare to dream past tomorrow, but if she did, it would align with ajax’s. of course it would. if she allowed herself to dream? she would link his arm and let him show her his world, and she would fit there like a glove. they want the same thing. a cosy home, a base to return to after adventures and travels. a place to eventually settle down in. 

E qual - there’s an equality between them in the sense that they always try to one up each other. it’s fun to them - ajax would be insufferable if he didn’t have lumine to challenge him, and lumine would be so bored if ajax was anything but who he was. lumine does however, ultimately, come out as the more dominant in the relationship, because ajax is putty in her hands; absolutely wrapped around her little finger, and they both know it, and it’s so much fun. all they want to do is love each other and make each other feel like the best versions of themselves, though. 

F ight - they bicker all the time (childish little games, poking each other, snowball fights, wrestling on the couch, teasing, a few battles of wits and intelligence) which stops them from ever having big blow ups. ajax has never raised his voice to her; he wouldn’t dare - seeing her scared or cowering away from him would break his heart. the snappiest they’ve ever been is when they’re tired, and usually all it takes is for one of them to call for a pause and a deep breath to sort it out. they never go to bed angry at each other. lumine gets upset easily if they’re having a rare, real fight. ajax always feels like a jerk, even if it wasn’t his fault, or either of their faults. she’d never make him feel bad, and vice versa, so they forgive quick and love hard. 

G ratitude - ajax is so grateful that lumine sees him for who he really is. that she let him into her heart. lumine thanks the stars every night that their paths crossed and continued to cross, because fate is what brought them together - they’re from different worlds, after all. lumine keeps ajax sane; reminds him what he fights for, and what he wants out of life. she was his final puzzle piece and he’ll defend it to the end. he is acutely aware of what she does for him, how she is there by his side no matter what he needs, before he even asks. he doesn’t even have to say what it is he needs, and he is so glad. 

H onesty - there are things they can’t tell each other, and they know that - if they could, they would, it’s not a trust thing, it’s about keeping the other safe from whatever crap they’re tangled up with. once on the other side of all this, though? they’ll never keep secrets again. lumine fears losing him so much, she never wants to leave her ajax out of her sigh again. ajax is absolutely, 100% okay with this. in fact, if he could put lumine in his pocket and take her everywhere for the rest of his days, he would. he has nothing to hide from her. 

I nspiration - lumine inspires ajax to be the best version of himself; and ajax inspires lumine to view things not just as black and white. there isn’t just one or even two sides to every story. people’s motivations can differ vastly but make absolute sense once their journey is taken into account. they both inspire each other to become stronger. they want to be able to fight for each other and defend each other. ajax wants to master the bow so he knows he’s helping lumine’s archery skills as best as he can - but she seems more naturally adept with it than he is. that just drives him to work harder, that’s why it’s his weapon of choice. he has too much pride to admit it doesn’t suit his style, after all. 

J ealousy - lumine would be jealous, sure, but ajax doesn’t really have many people close to him that aren’t lumine, his family, and a handful of mutual friends. they’re both each other’s firsts - first kiss, first relationship - and lumine is glad, because the idea of him with another girl, being as intimate and soft and loving with someone else, would turn her stomach. she’s not used to all of these feelings, they’re new and scary. she never wanted something like what she has with ajax until she fell for him.  ajax is actively a little bit possessive, not too toxic about it, he just likes to make it known that she’s his everything. lumine has a lot of friends and she’s so kind and beautiful, he can’t imagine anyone not falling head over heels for her. he trusts her, though, and she never gives him reason to think that she’d cheat. ajax just has a lot of feelings and is so happy with lumine, he wishes he could shout it from the rooftops at times. she’s very much independently her own person, but she trusts ajax with her heart, and he is honored. he doesn’t ever want to lose her. 

K iss - lumine was a shy kisser at first, ajax did a lot of work. it made him love her even more; god, she was just so cute, that first time - he could tell she was nervous, holding her breath, eyes wide, feet stuck to the spot - was this really happening? was his face moving closer to hers? he smiles when he remembers how she timidly shifted onto her tip-toes, how he took that as permission to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. she had always felt so tiny in his arms, he just wanted to pick her up and spin her around. he was trembling at the time, though, although he’d deny it now. he was just as nervous. he talked a big game, but come on. he’d never had a girlfriend. he had never seen a girl as beautiful as lumine, after all. he was so glad she was his first, his first and only. they never get sick of kissing each other. they make out on the sofa, they make out in bed, they kiss hello and goodbye, good morning and good night. they make out with lumine sitting on his lap, they kiss in the rain and the snow. lumine’s confidence grew quickly. she craves his touch and the warmth of his lips, the butterflies in her stomach when he’s nearby. she loves it when he initiates, because it makes her feel wanted. 

L ove Confession - slowly and all at once. they can’t, they couldn’t ever, and then they do. their confession came just before their first kiss. “don’t you ever scare me like that again,” lumine had cried. “i would be nothing without you. don’t you dare disappear on me for that long, ever again.” it had been a while since they’d seen each other. there were no whispers from any corner of teyvat of his name. she had been terrified. “I’m so sorry lumine,” ajax scooped her up into his arms. “oh god, lumie, i can’t do this anymore.”  lumine was still sobbing. “what do you mean?”  “lumine,” he pulled back, a new type of courage he had never had to muster before filling his chest. “lumie, i’m so in love with you.” 

M arriage - ajax is SUCH a romantic when it comes to his lumie, of course he wants to marry her. who wouldn’t? he dreams of the day he can propose to her. he overthinks it, even years in advance. should he do it in liyue, where they first met? should he make a funny, cheesy speech, or something serious and romantic, lay it all out on the table? should he test the waters first, or go all in on a surprise proposal?  when he eventually does it, it’s different to how he imagined it. they’re in bed together, a cold winter night. lumine is in her favourite place, her head on his chest, their hands intertwined. listening to the sound of each other’s heartbeats. “i wanna marry you,” ajax would mumble, sleepily.  “i want to marry you too,” lumine whispers in return.  ajax being ajax, he has to do it in public, too. it makes lumine giggle the day he makes a big deal of going for a walk during a trip to liyue to visit friends. it’s so obvious what he’s doing - familiar faces dotted all around the street, stopping her just at the foot of the steps leading to the northland bank. he wants to show everyone he knows how much he loves her, so that’s when he pulls out the ring, and the speech. “what do you say, girlie?”  she doesn’t know whether to punch him or kiss him when he ends with that. “you’re so lucky i already said yes,” she huffs playfully. the marriage would be perfect, because they understand each other so well. they know the others boundaries and limits. ajax is thoughtful, he never forgets an anniversary, not even the silly ones. lumine lets him take care of her, and takes care of him in return. they laugh every day. they get a big dog, and have a big family, like ajax grew up with. 

N icknames - lumine is of course shortened to lumie - his lumie, his sweetheart, his princess. she loves pet names. as much as she pretends to be cringed out by ‘girlie’, it secretly makes her flutter, because it’s the first thing ajax ever called her. it’s harder to make up a nickname for ajax, sure, but lumine says his name with so much love. “ajax, baby,” - so soft. “hey handsome,” is a common greeting, whether it’s in the morning or when he comes home at night. 

O n Cloud Nine - they’re very openly lovey-dovey, so everyone can tell that they’re happy and in love. it’s a bit obnoxious, but ajax can’t help himself. he radiates happiness and lumine is the best thing in his life, he never shuts up about her, and why should he?  lumine acts like she’s embarrassed by his carry on, but it makes her feel special, and she blushes so much, which just makes their friends tease them even more, some even making fake-retching sounds. still, ajax proudly holds her hand and tells anyone who will listen stories about their relationship. everyone’s heard them a million times, most of all lumine, but she hangs onto his every word when he does this. the way he talks about her is magical. 

P DA - life is short. too short to waste a second. they aren’t afraid of walking hand in hand, or with ajax’s arm around lumine’s waist. they kiss and hug each other when they want to. they cuddle up whenever they’re sitting beside each other. physical affection is their love language, especially when not in their bubble. 

Q uirk - they’ve known each other so long that they are experts on each other. having been best friends before confessing their feelings means that they have certain superpowers other couples just don’t have. lumine knows by one look if ajax has had a bad day or not, ajax knows what’s on lumine’s mind before even asking (which he does anyway). lumine feels safe knowing that, considering how, shall we say, bloodthirsty ajax can be, it’s very unlikely that anything bad will happen while he’s by her side. it helps that people are a bit afraid of her boy. lumine’s uncanny way of getting everyone to like her, on the other hand, means that they never struggle to source anything they could ever want. lumine has friends in every corner of the world. 

R omance - ajax, as we have established, is a cheesy romantic. he plans date nights, flowers, rose petals on the bed, wine and candles, nice clothes, the lot. it makes lumine feel special, he knows that, so he treats her like a princess. lumine learns from him how to be romantic. she shares his interests and talks in circles with him and indulges in his games, she lets him know he can trust her with all the real stuff, too, though - he’s not afraid to say what he wants from life with her, and she agrees with everything, because what makes him happy makes her happy, and that’s genuine. she just wants to be with him. even if the expensive dinners and pretty dresses and nice, cosy house all disappeared in a flash, she’d stay by his side, because she doesn’t love him because he’s rich and high status and can provide for her. she would be with him no matter what. ajax is her soulmate. 

S upport - no couple push each other to be their best selves more. ajax wants lumine to do everything she wants to do. he genuinely believes she is the smartest woman in the world. she could do it all; but she doesn’t owe anyone her time or her intelligence.  lumine doesn’t let her worry for ajax’s health stop him from living his life, as much as it hurts sometimes. he is more careful these days, because he has her to live for. that puts her at ease. anyway, she’s always going to support him, because she trusts him to always act in their best interests. ajax is very grateful that she has that kind of belief in him, and will never let that down. 

T hrill - they definitely can be thrill seekers, but that means they take comfort in their routine even more so. they’re very much all or nothing, off or on on any given day or week. lumine loves knowing when they can relax for a certain period of time, and ajax makes it his mission to make that period as long as possible, because she should feel at peace and rested and safe for the rest of her days. but they know the second one of them is bored, so that’s when they might hop to do something. they like spending time with family and friends, especially on a whim, bonus points if it involves travel. 

U nderstanding - they know each other too well, empathy is almost too common of a word to describe it. lumine can feel it in her bones when ajax is in pain. when lumine cries, ajax can barely stop himself from doing the same. they mirror each other and worry about each other. when lumine is overthinking at night, ajax can practically hear it out loud. “there’s nothing to worry about, princess,” he says; a reflex, even if it’s not true. it’s the only kind of lie he purposefully tells. lumine’s fears and anxieties are valid; and he doesn’t want to brush them off, but he knows he can’t fix them alone. they are such comforts to each other in the worst of times, even when they don’t think they’re making a difference, they are. 

V alue - because their love for each other has been their only constant since they were young, it’s the most important thing in both of their lives. it’s what they fight for. lumine’s happiness and safety is ajax’s number one priority, he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for her, even though lumine wishes that he would. she wishes he wasn’t so brazen, because how would she live without him? but when ajax faces her with the same question, she has the same answer. and ajax has the same reaction. it’s safe to say that they are the other’s number one priority, hell or high water. 

W ild Card - lumine’s first time in snezhnaya. she eventually makes it to the coldest nation of teyvat, and she’s nervous, for so many reasons - the most pathetic of all of them being that she’s meeting her boyfriends family. she doesn’t see ajax much, but now, she’s in his hometown, and he’s actually here, waiting for her at an address she has memorised with directions. she’s wrapped up in winter clothes and has presents for the kids and a bag of ajax’s favourite treats from across teyvat.  when ajax sees her, it’s the happiest he has ever looked. his girl, his soulmate, standing right in front of him in snezhnaya, where he grew up, his home. everything he loves and cares about is right in front of him. his siblings are so excited to meet her, and are so impressed with her presents. ajax is touched by her thoughtful arrangement of his favourite things. for once, he feels like a normal guy. everything melts away for a while that first day lumine arrives in snezhnaya, no idea that this unfamiliar place would one day become her true home. 

X OXO - i think we’ve established that they’re extremely affectionate. handsy at every opportunity, ajax is brazen and lumine is giggly and it’s adorable and loving and perfect. their make out sessions can go on for hours. they spoon all night, lumine usually the little spoon, but sometimes she convinces ajax to her her hold him. her arm goes dead, but that’s okay. breathing in the scent of his hair and cuddling up to his broad, warm back? that’s worth the pain. plus, she knows he sleeps like a baby when he lets her look after him. they hold hands even when it’s inconvenient. they are THAT couple, sickening to everyone around them, which makes them even more obnoxiously touchy feely and in love, because they get a kick out of annoying people. lumine loves being seen as ajax’s unexpected sidekick, his partner in crime. 

Y earning - they hate being apart. lumine was constantly in a state of worry whenever they had to leave each other’s sides early on in their relationship, and that fear never really went away. it got worse as they fell in love and became an item, because that was her everything. ajax felt the same way. neither of them can sleep without each other. lumine needs the sound of his voice and ajax needs to be able to feel her breathing. the yearning for each other sucks; it’s not like they can’t do their own thing, they totally can, but being away from each other for more than a day is a no-go. they spent too much time apart to not cherish every second they have together. 

Z eal - they would go to the ends of the earth for each other. ajax sees lumine as the center of the universe, everything he does is to make her happy and make her feel how loved she is. she does such a good job at making him feel loved, after all. they would make so many sacrifices for each other, they already have, at the end of the day everything they do is in the others best interest. if something will make ajax happy, lumine doesn’t hesitate. if lumine wants something now? ajax prepared it yesterday. 

#genshin #childe x lumine #genshin fanfic #lumi's writing #chilumi fluff #chilumi

[kafkaesquebird]

my favorite thing is when artists draw damian barely being in the panel because he’s five foot nothing

#someone give this kid milk #i like to imagine he’s standing on his tippie toes and still can’t make it in frame #damian wayne #robin dc

[purplekiwis]

I love your writing!!! Can i request subrry? Like everyone is surprised when they accidentaly find out that harry is often a sub and harry just blush constantly around y/n's conservative family because he knows they know. I would love for you to write about y/n teasing him about how it turned him on the fact that her family is not happy about it. With a little smut like a handjob in the bathroom or something.

Love ♡

subrry blurb: nosy

Warnings: Smut , Implications of exhibitionism, Slightly uncomfortable interactions with an overly curious mother

Wordcount: 3.7k

anonnnnn 💗 this one was crazy fun to write!! although i will admit i was a little scared to dive into this subject at first, 'cause i know this might not be everyone's cup of tea, but i still hope you enjoy what i came up with.

**

“Harry, the other one looked fine...” Y/N said, zipping her suitcase open as she watched Harry place yet another set of clothes over the bed. Once again, emptying half a drawer just to pick out a shirt to match his trousers.

They were going to spend Easter at Y/N’s parents’ house… something that could have perfectly justified Harry’s agitation, had it been the first time he was attending one of their family gatherings…

But it wasn’t.

He had already met all of her close relatives before, on multiple occasions, and he had never acted nervous about it before...

Power play aside, Harry was never the kind to be shy or scared to talk. He could make casual conversation with anyone… even with Y/N’s tight-lipped granny, or with her 6-year-old second cousin, who had the most racy and incoherent speech ever.

This time however, he was… incredibly fidgety.

“No, it looked stupid.” He grumbled under his breath, taking a step back to admire his outfit combos from afar. “They all look stupid.”

Y/N sighed at that, deciding to walk around the bed to meet her lover on the other side. “Come here you big ol’ grumpy baby,” She cooed, hugging him from behind and nuzzling her face on his shoulder. “Alright, tell me - what’s the real issue here? ‘Cause I know for a fact that you love that shirt.”

“Dunno, I’m just… nervous, I think.”

“About seeing my family?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He admitted, pausing for a beat before adding, “I guess I’m like… scared they’ll look at me differently.”

Y/N frowned a bit, confused. “Why would they do that, baby? They love you. You know that…”

“Yeah, but that was before… you know,” Y/N’s brows furrowed deeper, she really didn't know what he was referring to. “That thing with your mum. It was funny when you told me… but now that I actually have to see her and the rest of your family, it’s making me nervous ‘cause...” He huffed, before saying briskly, “I don't want them to think I'm not man enough for you.”

“Babyyy…” Y/N whined, shocked to find that he’d been worrying over something like that. “Whether you’re enough for me or not is up for me to decide, not my parents.” She assured, dotting kisses up his shoulder. “And I've already decided long ago. You are enough. Much more than enough...”

In response to his girlfriend’s admission, Harry turned - leaning forward and pressing his face against her neck. “Okay. Good.” He whispered, breathing in her scent before adding, “Remember when we first got together, and I told you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me? It still stands. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.” She bantered, getting on her tippy toes to peck his mouth, once, twice, three times before she forced herself to pull away. “And take the button-up with the cute little spaceships. It's not stupid, it’s my favorite too.”

**

During the car drive to her parent’s house Y/N kept mulling over what Harry had said earlier…

So that was why he’d been avoiding family gatherings like the plague lately...?

Because he was scared her mom was going to judge him...?

That had never even crossed Y/N’s mind… probably because she already knew the drill when it came to her mom. Y/N’s mom was, well… a classic motor-mouth. Who liked to poke her nose into everyone’s business and then played the prude and pretended to be astounded by her juicy findings, just so she could have an excuse to ask more nosy questions.

So yeah, Y/N’s mom was a bit of a meddler… and even though her motives were more so curiosity than genuine judgment, it got annoying. Especially when she tried to poke into Harry and Y/N's sex life, after she started suspecting they weren’t doing things in the most conventional way…

Of course they’d originally never meant for any of their parents to figure anything out, and they hadn't… at least not entirely, and certainly not overnight - it wasn't as if they'd walked in to find Y/N with a whip in hand.

It was the small clues here and there, namely a few things they’d happened to have caught sight of that they were never supposed to see. Like ever.

And it also wasn’t like Y/N and Harry had a habit of leaving their kinky stuff laying around the house for everyone to see, but sometimes, because they were so used to certain objects, their brains sort of failed to remember those should look strange to other people’s eyes. Hell, most times they even forgot said objects were incriminating at all… until they noticed the bugged look in their visitor’s eyes and realized what they were staring at.

It was never something crazy like a fluorescent dildo. In fact, Y/N is pretty sure the worst experience she’s had was that one time her mom visited while her and Harry had a very, uh... interesting looking set of clothing hanging on the drying rack. Oh, or that time her dad found a lost collar under the couch and proceeded to ask if they’d gotten a pet dog.

Harry’s parents had caught onto some things too, but they knew better than to ask on them… unlike Y/N’s mom,

Who had once, after the drying rack incident, when they happened to pass by a sex shop window while shopping for sales together, turned to Y/N and said something like, “That hideous thing on the mannequin reminds me a lot of a rubbery rag I saw at your house…” Then she’d sighed, before adding in that slightly judging mother tone, “You know, sometimes I still wonder what my daughter could be doing wearing such frippery, but I think I'd rather not know.”

“Trust me, I don’t think you want to know either.” Y/N had replied, slightly annoyed. “Sides, what Harry and I do in our privacy is none of your business. I don't get why you're wasting your time thinking about that...”

“Oh, so you are admitting it is for sex…” The mother protested, rushing to keep up with Y/N's steadfast walk along the sidewalk. The slight stumble in her footsteps was almost comical in comparison to those of her daughter, who hadn’t had to swerve once, whereas she continually bumped into other walkers passing by.

“Of course it’s for sex, mom. What else would it be for?” Y/N murmured back, once the coast was clear of potential listeners.

“Well, I don't know. You tell me, you’re the one who wears it.”

“Christ mom, it's a corset! Don't need to make a scene about it... didn't you use to have a sheer babydoll? There. It's the same thing.” The girl argued, ending with a click of her tongue.

“It certainly isn't.” The mother grimaced, seeming rather nettled by the comparison. “A babydoll is elegant and modest... that thing you have is... depraved, to say the least.”

“Yeah, so?” Y/N questioned, just as miffed. “I like it and it makes me feel pretty - and good in my own skin, which is something you should be happy about.”

“So you're some kind of deviant, is that it? Like that Fifty Shadows movie. Is that what you're doing?”

“It's Fifty Shades, mom - not Shadows, and no that’s not what I’m doing because what happens in that movie is as far from a good depiction of healthy BDSM as it can get.”

“So you are doing it!” Upon her mother’s accusation Y/N simply shrugged, looking completely unconcerned as she resumed her walk. “Do you have any idea of how dangerous that kind of thing is?!” The woman hissed lowly, dashing after her daughter. “What if Harry flips one day and decides to leave you tied to the bed? Who's going to find you, then? Ever think of that? Of course you don’t. You never think about the consequences of anything.”

“You and your crazy speculations…” The girl sighed, halted, and looked back to face her mom. “When have I ever said I was the one getting tied up in the first place?”

“You didn’t, but you’re certainly not… you couldn’t possibly…” Her words came out stammered, as she scrambled to make sense of what exactly Y/N was implying. “You’re not the one doing the tying, are you?”

In response, all Y/N did was raise her brows once and smirk slightly, before focusing her attention on the other side of the road. “Look mom, Sephora’s doing clearance sales on skincare.” She nipped suddenly, changing the subject. “Should we go have a look?”

“Y/N, answer me.” The mom insisted, body growing dull and distressed.

“I've been dying to try their new cleansers... oh, and perhaps a new moisturizer would be good too...” She carried on rambling to herself, skipping onto the crosswalk just as the pedestrian traffic light turned green.

**

Casting frustration upon her mother had felt incredibly satisfying at the time, but Y/N will admit there were times she’s regretted having been so blatant…

Numerous of those being on Easter evening.

“Stop staring at Harry like that, I bet you’re making him self-conscious.” Y/N hissed at her mother, once they were the only ones left in the kitchen doing dishes after dinner. Harry had been helping them, but he was made to leave halfway by Y/N’s little cousin, who wouldn’t stop nagging him to go play "Guess who?" with him.

“I wasn’t staring.” The mom hissed back, while she arranged the dirty cutlery in the washing machine. “With that said, if he’s feeling self-conscious it’s because he knows he’s guilty of something.”

“Guilty of what, exactly?” Y/N questioned, taking a hand to her waist.

“I don’t know, probably the unspeakable things you two do together.” She said, bending over the machine to add some more dishes. “I hope you two don't get any ideas tonight, because your bed creaks and we have guests at home.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable!” Y/N yelped, before picking up a pan from the sink and starting to scrub it - angrily and without a care about the screwing up the nonstick.

“And it comes from a place of worriment.” The mother said, pulling the dish sponge out of Y/N’s hand and turning it over – because God forbid someone would scratch her expensive, fancy pan by cleaning it with the rough side of the sponge. “Maybe if you told me more about your life I would stop prying.”

Y/N sighed. “I got a promotion the other day…” She said, in an effort to deflect the topic.

“Really? That’s wonderful, darling...” She smiled proudly at her daughter. “What kind of promotion was it?”

“The kind that gives you more headaches than money.” The daughter said, placing the washed pan on the dish drainer. “It's been... draining, and stressful, and I'm not even sure I'll enjoy this position as much as I did the previous one.”

The mom peeked at her over lowered glasses, clearly taken-aback by her daughter's lack of enthusiasm. “So what are you doing now at the company?”

Y/N huffed, picking up another pot from the sink. “I went from managing recruitments to being in charge of the HR department.” She said, what prompted her mom to let out a cheerful hum. “Which, I mean… I don't want to sound ungrateful… it’s nice that they asked me, but… I know they only did it ‘cause they didn't want to hire someone new for the position. So, basically they gave me a dry promotion, and hoped the ego boost would be enough to hold me over.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Her mom said, petting her back in consolation. “I’d say you should test it out for a little longer to see if you like it… and if you do, perhaps you can look for another company that is willing to pay more for the same job…” She smiled reassuringly, bidding her daughter into returning the gesture. “How about Harry? Is he still working at that gaming shop?”

“Mhm, he is.” Y/N smiled at the mention of Harry… she hoped he was having an okay time playing with her cousin. If she could bet, she’d say he was currently playing the fool and letting the little guy win all the rounds of "Guess who?".

“It’s a shame he didn’t get to go to college… he’s a smart kid. He could’ve landed a good job at a company like you did if he wanted to…” Y/N's mom said, although she didn't sound faultfinding, just… reflective.

“He doesn’t need to.” Y/N said instantly. “He likes working there, and we make plenty enough for the two of us.”

“Yes, but one day it won't be just the two of you, will it?” She reminded, playfully nudging Y/N’s shoulder.

“Even so, it would be fine. But that's not something for now either… we have enough in our plate as is… don't need shitty diapers on top.” The girl laughed when her mother slapped her arm for cursing. “I have to say though… I’m surprised by how much you want me and Harry to start a family…”

“What? Why?” The woman asked, taken aback. “Oh,” She blurted once she noticed Y/N’s suggesting look, waving the dishcloth in her hand dismissively. “I’ve always liked Harry... and I love you. I can tell the two of you are happy with each other, and that’s all a mom could really care about...” She paused, “And he helps with the house chores – I care about that too.”

**

By the time Y/N left the kitchen and reentered the living room, Harry and her cousin were no longer playing - the kid had flaked out on the couch and was now drooling onto one of her mom’s cushions. Beside him sat Harry, who was leaning against the arm of the couch, with his arms crossed over his chest. By the looks of it, he too wasn't far from catching some z's.

His heavy eyelids opened from startlement when he felt someone sit next to him, but once he realized it was Y/N he smiled contentedly, shifting on his bum just so his body was leaning against her shoulder instead. “Feelin’ okay?” Y/N asked, lovingly fixing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” He straightened up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Just getting sleepy, I think.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

He nodded, before saying, “But I don’t mind waiting if you want to stay and chat with your family longer…”

“No, it’s all right. We can do that tomorrow, I’m a bit tired from the drive too and uh, miss you. Want to cuddle you.” Y/N said earnestly, getting up with a small huff and extending out a hand to help Harry get on his feet as well. Only, he was such a wobbly sleepy mess that she ended up having to drag him by the hand into her childhood bedroom, where the two of them spent the night.

**

“Babyy…” Y/N cooed lowly, “Baby, baby, baby…” She rehashed, laying soft kisses over Harry’s cheek in between words. It was now the next morning - 10am to be precise - and Harry was still blissfully asleep, unphased by the commotion happening outside the bedroom walls, with everyone talking loudly in the kitchen while having breakfast.

Or so Y/N thought, until he spoke against his pillow. “If you keep giving me kisses ‘m never going to want to get up,”

Y/N chuckled, playfully nipping his ear before letting go. “So you’ve been awake and ignoring me this entire time, have you?”

“Mhm…” Harry still mumbled sleepily against his pillowcase, before twisting on the bed to face his girlfriend. “Good mornin’,” He said, tipping his head forwards to get a kiss from her.

“Good morning,” Y/N murmured against his mouth, still kissing it.

“Wait,” Harry mewled once she tried to pull away, unwilling to let go so soon. “I haven’t finished saying ‘Good morning’ yet…” He said, as his lips tentatively began to move down her neck, towards her cleavage. He tried to draw her shirt down by the neckline, just so his mouth could reach her nipples.

“No puppy, you’re going to turn yourself on…” Y/N scolded, while gently tugging the fabric back up. “We can’t do naughty stuff here. This bed is way too noisy… and so are you, you’re a noisy little thing.”

“I can be quiet…” Harry promised, making pretty eyes at her.

“Or… you can be patient and wait until we’re back home.” She retorted, as her finger reached up to tick his nose playfully. Harry’s hand grasped around her wrist before it could pull away, and gently he guided her fingers towards his mouth. He kissed them all over, before finally taking them inside.

Arousal ran down Y/N’s body at the filthy sight… and the feeling of warm, wet suction confining her skin. It moved up and down. Over and over, until Harry’s lips pulled off and he hesitantly guided her hand to rest over his belly instead.

Then, slowly, he steered it the rest of the way down… until it reached his erection. They both gasped at her contact, “It’s for you...” Harry mumbled, knowing how much it turned his girlfriend on when he got vocal about her owning him.

Y/N shouldn’t let this get to her… in her head she had already decided she was going to make him wait… because this was a bad idea! It was wanton for them to be doing it at her parents' house. They hadn't even locked the door… what if someone accidentally opened it by mistake? Also, the walls in this house were thin… and Harry always got loud - especially when he said he wouldn’t. Not to mention that by doing this, Y/N was only giving her mother reasons for warning her not to have any ideas... So why was her hand rubbing-down?

“This hard just for me?” She whisper-asked, Harry nodded. “Are you going to be good if I take care of it? Do everything I say and stay nice and quiet?”

“Anything- fuck, anything you want.”

“That’s a good boy. A good, pretty boy.” Y/N pulled her hand from between his legs, making use of it to clutch his jaw instead. “Take your pants off and get down on the carpet for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Harry nodded, unable to say much with her hand still squeezing his cheeks. She leaned over to kiss him, soft and slow before she pulled away with a final peck and got off the bed.

The pajama pants she was wearing got tugged down her legs, along with her underwear. Harry did the same, getting up to undress himself before he sat on the floor beside the bed, like she’d told him to.

“Lay down, baby.” Y/N instructed, waiting for Harry to get comfortable before she crouched over him, straddling his face. “Lick it,” She requested, “Get it nice and wet for your greedy cock.”

Harry whimpered cravingly in response, tilting his chin up and licking upwards to smear the wetness forming on her hole over to her clit. “Mmm” He moaned once he felt her hips beginning to rock against his nose, but luckily his moan came out muffled. His lips latched around her clit, sucking it repeatedly until her legs began to shudder around his head from the stimulation.

Harry was hungry for it, she could tell by the way he was lapping at her folds like she was pouring sugar on his tongue.

His hands were clasped onto her ass, pulling her cheeks slightly apart just so her pussy was spread too.

Y/N would spend hours riding Harry's face if she could, but she wanted to take care of him too... and they also needed to hurry the fuck up before people started getting suspicious of their absence. “That’s enough, puppy.” She stated, propping her knees on the floor just so she could scoot back. “You were very good,” She praised, sorting a few sticky hairs away from his face. “But I want to put you in now, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes… please fuck me.” Harry pleaded, although his words got cut off by Y/N - who rushed to cover his mouth with her hand.

“Quiet.” She whispered as she adjusted herself over his lap, using one hand to guide his erection inside while the other remained curled over his mouth to keep him silent. “This dick is such a hassle… always getting hard, always feeling needy.” She huffed, as she slowly sank on it. “I would put it in a cage if I didn’t think I’d miss it so much…”

“Mmmm.” Harry moaned, his voice muffled by her hand.

The seldom noises inside the bedroom were lewd as she rode him, sounding hushed and wet from how slippery Y/N was between her legs. “You know, I think I might like you better this way… Still. Quiet. No whimpers, no pleas… just taking me like a good boy.”

He moaned louder at her words, shaking his head frantically. “Shh… too loud, puppy. Are you trying to get people to hear us?” His cheeks blushed, eyes glinting from arousal. “Shit… you actually like that idea, don’t you? Do you want them to hear you...? Want them to know how much of a desperate little sub you are for me…?”

Harry nodded once again, unable to stop his hips from bucking up with the excitement, “Yes, you do…” Y/N teased softly, removing her hand from his mouth for moment, “Say it out loud. Right now.”

He inhaled deeply. Puffy lips parting in a gasp before they contorted into a gorgeous, wicked smile. “I’m your desperate little sub and it turns me on that people know.”

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[theteasetwrites]

They Grow Up So Fast

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: non-apocalypse AU ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 2.1k

❧ Requested by @gabymiller (this request)

❧ Summary: It's your daughter's first day of kindergarten, and the only person slightly more nervous is your husband, Daryl.

❧ A/N: I imagine Daryl would be very emotional about taking his kid to kindergarten for the first time, since he's so protective and just wants to keep his family safe. Even in a world where the apocalypse doesn't exist, he'd still be super clingy, which is so cute to me. Also love how he wants to make sure Reader is okay while he's literally just bawling. So sweet. Btw, you can imagine any era of daryl, I just thought this gif of him in season 7 looking all sad and worried was really cute.

He knew this day would come.

The day he’d have to let his daughter, his precious offspring, the one and only heir to the Dixon name, go off on her own.

Well, go off on her own to kindergarten, that is.

The five-year-old Holly Anne Dixon was just as nervous, terrified of being without her parents and surrounded by children she didn’t know.

She did well in preschool, but that was different, and this was new.

It only made Daryl’s anxiety worse, knowing how scared she was.

That morning, he ran around in circles in your modest townhome, making Holly’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich while simultaneously making sure she was getting ready.

You tried to help him, following him around like a lost puppy, but he moved so frantically and with such a quickness that you could hardly catch up to him.

“Calm down, Daryl,” you finally said, clutching to his shoulders from behind and pulling him against your chest. You pressed a kiss to his neck and nuzzled your head there for a while as he huffed and breathed heavily.

“Gotta get ‘er to school on time,” he said, looking down at his feet in slight panic.

“She’s going to get there on time,” you said, and lowered your hands to rub up and down his sides. “Stop freaking out. You’re going to freak her out.”

“Mommy!” the little girl’s voice called out from her room upstairs. “I need help with my dress!”

You laughed and circled around Daryl to kiss his nose before climbing up to her room. “Coming!”

The three-foot-five girl was standing on her tippy toes in her room, trying desperately to look at herself in the mirror that was just a little too high on the wall for her as she tried to reach behind her back to zip up her sundress of pale blue.

“I can’t get it,” she huffed in slight frustration. “Mommy.”

You smiled at the irritated little girl and knelt down to zip up the smocked bodice with ruffle detailing.

“There you go, missy,” you turned her around to look at her sour face, her naturally pink lips protruding in a pout and her eyes blinking rapidly to hold back the tears.

“I’m scared,” she said, raising her balled fists to rub her closed eyes. “What if the other kids are mean?”

You brushed her hair back, and Daryl watched through the door frame, pouting himself at the sad child.

“Hey,” you said quietly. “That’s not going to happen. I’ll bet you’ll make friends right away, and even if you don’t, you’ll have plenty of time to make friends eventually.”

She sniffled and wiped back a few small tears from her cheek. “Can you and Daddy go with me?”

You tilted your head in confusion as you rubbed her arms up and down. “Of course we’ll go with you. We’re going to drop you off, sweetie.”

“But can you stay?”

“Oh, Holly,” you sighed. “Kindergarten is for children. We’re far too old!” You poked her belly and elicited a small giggle through her shaky voice. “Besides, Mrs. Montgomery is a great teacher. She’s going to take good care of you, okay?”

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Daryl shook his head as he turned away from the scene, trying to hold back his tears as much as he could.

He felt horrible, ashamed at his own sadness. He was supposed to be a man, to keep you and Holly safe, and to be strong and steadfast for both of you, at least, that was what he and all men had been ingrained to believe.

Still, seeing her little face clouded with such worry and fear of being ostracized was much too familiar, and a feeling he’d always tried to keep her from having.

You had tried to convince him that it was normal for children to be scared of changes, and that the more she grew, the more she’d get used to it, but if he had the choice, he’d never let anything make her cry like that, and he’d never, ever let her grow up.

“Daddy,” she said, now standing beside him in the hallway. “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”

You followed her into the hallway with her white tights in hand, and leaned down to lift her legs one by one and tug them onto her. She always hated wearing tights, but you were wary of her legs getting too cold in the early autumn morning.

“I don’t think we’ll have time for pancakes, baby,” you said to her.

Daryl shook his head, both in response to your words and in an attempt to rouse himself from his thoughts.

“Nah, we got time,” he said.

Damn that man, he was always going to be Holly’s favorite as long as he gave into her as much as he did, but really you loved how much he would do for her.

You rolled your eyes up at him with a smirk. “Thanks, honey.”

He made those pancakes in record time, and even made a smiley face with dollops of whipped cream on Holly’s.

At 8:30, it was time to head out, and you forcibly snuggled Holly into her white knitted cardigan, with pink flowers woven throughout, handmade by her grandmother, then made the finishing touches to her French braids.

“I’m not going,” she said with another pout.

You looked up at Daryl, tired of telling her yourself that she had to go, and silently asking him for his help. Daryl might’ve been the pushover, but he was also capable of being much more stern. He would use his “dad voice,” as you called it, to get her to listen.

“Yes, you are,” he said flatly, to which the little girl flashed a death glare at her father. “Holly Anne, don’t you look at me like that,” he said with a pointed finger. “You ain’t missin’ your first day of school, you hear me?”

You huffed at the tension between Daryl and Holly, and as the child’s lip began to quiver at her father’s scolding, as she hated when he spoke in that tone, you stood up to grab your camera on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s take a picture on the porch,” you said, recalling your own parents’ tradition of taking a photo of you in front of the house on each and every first day of school.

Daryl grabbed Holly’s hand and took her out the door, her baby pink backpack bouncing with each of her reluctant movements.

It took her a while to muster a smile, but with some coaxing from you, and several funny faces from Daryl, she did.

You looked eagerly through the photos on the digital camera, admiring how well you dressed her, in her little blue dress and her black Mary Janes, not to mention the immaculate braiding on either side of her head.

“Adorable!” you exclaimed, then ran into the house to quickly set down the camera before hopping into the old jalopy Daryl refused to get rid of, insisting he could fix it up.

“Every damn kid in town goin’ to this school?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the parking lot, swarmed with parents dragging their children to whatever designated grade they were starting that day. “How the hell am I gonna find a parking spot?”

“Language,” you warned him, glaring him down half-heartedly from the passenger seat. “There!” You leaned forward and pointed emphatically at the car just ahead, pulling out with the agonizing slowness of molasses.

“Oh, come on!” He honked his horn a few times, startling Holly and causing you to yell at him. “Move your ass!”

“Stop it!” you said. “They’re moving!”

“We’re gonna be late!” replied Daryl, and soon Holly had burst into tears, sobbing in the backseat and sending a fresh wave of panic through the both of you.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, baby,” you said, reaching back to rub her knee in an attempt to soothe her. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Yeah, soon as this asshole gets outta our parking spot,” Daryl replied. “Dumb bastard.”

“Daryl!”

Finally, the space was clear, and Daryl launched himself out of the car, looking down at his watch to see you all had just three minutes to get to class.

“Come on,” he said, opening the door for Holly and reaching in to release her from her car seat. “Don’t wanna be late.”

She huffed, folding her arms and pouting at her father, but relented as soon as he gave her that look. The look a father gives his child when he has had just about enough of their fussing, which on Daryl was very intimidating.

Holly had never been spanked in her life, and probably never would be, considering yours and Daryl’s stance on the subject, but Daryl’s stern glares were much more effective, anyway.

She held both of your hands, stepping up the curb between her parents as you all approached the kindergarten classroom, the walls of which were decorated with little handprints of all different colors, and named underneath each of them.

The door to the classroom was wide open, and the closer you got, the more you could see the children playing with various toys and games.

“Look, hon,” you said. “They have a kitchen set just like yours.”

She rocked nervously between you, and grasped more firmly at yours and Daryl’s hands.

“Do you really have to leave?” she asked.

“Yes, Holly,” you said. “But we’ll be right back at one, I promise.”

She looked over to Daryl, her round, cherubic face close to breaking into tears. He knelt down to hug her tight, in that big, warm bear hug that could never be replicated by anyone but her father. Something about the ways fathers hug, especially fathers who love their children more than life itself, is so special and pure.

“Tell ya what,” he said over her shoulder, “we’ll get ice cream after school, and you can get as many scoops as ya want this time.”

The last time Daryl took her for ice cream at the local parlor, she begged and pleaded for a double scoop, but Daryl was intent on making sure she didn’t have too much sugar, lest she be up all night. Today, however, was a special occasion.

“Really?” she gasped, grinning wide at Daryl. “Double scoop rainbow sherbet in a waffle cone?”

You laughed as you checked her backpack, making sure everything she needed was in there. Daryl was once again establishing himself as the favorite, though it was too cute to protest.

“Whatever you want,” he said with a crooked, almost deliriously happy smile. Quickly, though, it faded when Mrs. Montgomery called all the students outside in, gesturing for the parents to let their children go. “You be good, all right?” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Don’t want no calls sayin’ you were a little menace.” He held her hands and swung her arms playfully as she nodded with a few fresh tears beginning to form.

“We’re gonna be right here waiting for you when class gets out,” you said, turning her around and planting a kiss upon her cheek. She returned the favor, and gave you a hug before returning once again to Daryl, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

He smiled and lifted her a little off the ground, her little feet swinging daintily in the air. “Go on, now,” he said as he let go of her. “‘Fore ya make me cry.”

A quick exchange of “I love you’s” (and one last bear hug for Daryl), and Holly was gone, one of the last children to enter the classroom.

You both watched long after the door closed, and Daryl reached for you immediately, wrapping his arm tight around your waist. Though you were crying just a little, Daryl seemed to need you more than you needed him as he held back his tears with a few deep sniffles.

“Are you crying, baby?” you asked sweetly, side-hugging him tightly. “It’s okay.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed. “Ain’t cryin’. Just… got somethin’ in my eye. You okay?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Oh, my sweet, sensitive man... I’m fine. I think you’re the one who’s a little emotional.”

“Stop,” he groaned. “Guess we should go now… Just don’t wanna leave ‘er.”

“She’ll be fine,” you said, holding him closer and trying to turn around with him towards the parking lot. He reluctantly let you lead him there, but not without looking back a few times. “They grow up so fast, huh?”

He shook his head and smiled, happy at the bittersweet moment, because although he didn’t want her to grow up, he knew this was the beginning of her blossoming into the person she wanted to be, whoever that was.

“Yeah,” he said. “They do.”

~

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[eremiie]

a change of heart;

❥ nsfw | 6.1k words | eren x reader

❥ an annoyingly arrogant childhood friend has never seen the light of day in your eyes... until he does. eren jaeger was an anomaly that you thought you had figured out.

❥ content: cum play, choking, slight size kink, rough sex, unprotected sex

saying you liked eren was an understatement. you weren't fond of the boy— like at all.

it was something about him that you couldn't pinpoint, maybe it was the way he always had something smart to say back to you when you made the littlest comments, the way his eyebrows were always furrowed together as if he was constantly upset with you, the way he was just so aggressive— a handful if you must. you never liked the way he acted towards you, or anybody else for that matter so you never tried your luck at getting close to him.

or... maybe you didn't like that slight way your eyes widened when you first met him, or that run of his eyes over you on your first meeting. or was it the way you somewhat hoped to get into an argument with him just so you could bicker? something about your arguments thrilled you and sent a feeling you couldn't pinpoint through your body.

nevertheless, the bigger issue at hand was the fact that you couldn't seem to escape eren jaeger.

you were so unlucky and were deemed even unluckier when your mom happened to be the sweetest person on earth. she was the kind to bake a welcoming gift for the neighbors on your street, the kind to knock next door and ask in a sickeningly sweet voice for extra sugar for a recipe she was whipping up.

she'd done both of these things to your next door neighbor, which happened to be carla, carla jaeger.

once again, unluckily carla also happened to be such a sweet mom and you almost felt bad that she was blessed (cursed) with eren jaeger as a son. she was the type to bake something in return and gladly give you a small container of sugar that you would promise to bring back.

she'd done both of these things for your mom.

there advances were so continuous, and over the course of a couple years they became the most best friends imaginable, indulging in every mom-ly activity you could imagine together. this only forced you and eren to spend every unwanted second together.

you knew eren for only a couple years, yes, and you could still remember when his hair was just draped above his shoulders, an awkward length that you never failed to make weak jokes at just to see him get mad. but what you didn't know— or failed to realize that he would get even more annoying then the first time you met him.

maybe you were getting annoyed with the fact that his hair was no longer that awkward length and you couldn't throw the same lame jokes at him, because the length that it was at now? where it touched his shoulders and he threw it back into this awfully messy bun. maybe you were getting annoyed with the fact that now he was older and more occupied with the summer before college, you weren't forced to spend as much time with him, so you didn't see him much.

over these couple years though, your mom (being the doll she is) never failed to throw an annual barbecue that of course, carla always came to, not only did she come but they practically planned it together and had you and eren help out, unwillingly. they claimed it was an opportunity for you and eren to "actually get a long." because trust me— they knew about the tension between the two of you that they tried to break for years.

one of those annual barbecues seemed to be today, at the very minute, actually. you were standing next to eren, both of you with a tray of food in your hands as you awaited instructions, an irritated expression crossing both of your faces.

"okay, take those over to the buffet table you two, and then before you guys go crawl away to god knows where, one of you grab some utensils, napkins and plates and lay them down at the end of the table, and one of you turn on the speaker, guests will be flooding in soon." you chuckled at carla's comment. that's one thing you and eren had in common— the two of you almost completely hating this event if it wasn't for the good food. you would always sneak away to your room and eren would sit in your chair and mind his business while you'd lay on your bed doing your own thing. "and tell your mom i need her, _____!"

it was never an uncomfortable silence— no, as a matter of fact it wasn't always silent, lots of aimless arguments would arise and sometimes, eren would get really angry, but he never dared to leave the safety of your room rather than be surrounded by adults who claimed they'd known him since he was little.

"what?" eren asked you as you reminisced on the thought while the two of you began walking.

you glanced up at him, snapped out of your own head, him already peering down at you with furrowed brows and a slight frown on his face. "none of your business." that's not even what you meant to say but a smart retort was almost instinctive when it came to eren.

albeit your smart response he didn't send one back as he usually would, he just rolled his eyes and sat the food down on the buffet table, you doing the same. "i'll grab utensils and shit." you murmured in slight embarrassment from your quick comment eliciting no reaction. eren didn't look your direction, so you took that as a hint that he heard you as his body headed towards the direction of the old speaker that you knew'd be blasting old "parent" tunes.

you head inside, the smell of food grilling leaving your senses and the something in the midst of being baked filling them instead. you turned the corner of the dining room to enter the kitchen, your mom closing the oven after checking on the brownies baking. "hey, sweetheart, how's it going?" she asked you, smiling when she caught sight of you, all dressed nicely too, which was rare from your usual style; the black slip dress you wore coming mid thigh and lightly hugging your body. you were only wearing socks though, you didn't see the point in walking around in shoes when you'd just be retreating to the hole of your room and lounging around for as long as possible until your mom called you to help some more or to greet someone familiar.

"fine, me and eren just put down the last of the food already cooked. i'm about to set up cutlery and sh— stuff." your mom raised her eyebrow before nodding her head and watching you open up the cabinet at your feet to grab the grocery bag full of a new box of paper plates and napkins." all for the "save the turtles!" magnet your mom had pinned on the refrigerator. "hey, where are the plastic cutlery?" you asked, questioning its lack of presence in the plastic bag.

your mom turned her head towards you, from where she was wiping at her hands. "hm? oh! sorry, honey— i placed them in that cabinet up there because we had extras from that one family get together we had a couple weeks back.”

 ah, yes. you remembered that family get together. despite it being family, somehow carla and eren found their way into the gathering, and not to mention that being one of the last times you saw eren, and one of the most embarrassing times.

you see, the argument you had gotten in with eren that time was over him accidentally walking into your room in the middle of you changing for the event. you had yelled at him even though it was an accident, and that was one of the first times eren didn't try his hardest to win that argument, his face too flushed red, and his apologies and excuses seeming to not calm down your anger that hid your embarrassment.

but geez, for days after you were reminiscing on the drag of his eyes going down your back and over your ass before flickering back up to your eyes and only then realizing the situation at hand. you were just happy the encounter didn't make the next time you were seeing him, being now, too awkward.

your eyes drifted towards the cabinet above your head, the one your mom was eyeing at, and you sighed. "okay, thanks, and by the way miss carla wants you." your mom's eyes widened before she placed down the rag in her hands and scurried out the kitchen. you heard her speak a few words to someone but you weren't paying much attention as your fingertips began to reach upwards to pull at the cabinet doors. when it swung open a groan left your lips when you almost immediately spotted the brightest blue box of plastic cutlery at the top shelf.

"okay, _____... you can't reach that." you opted for climbing on top of the counter, and you did despite you wearing a dress, the fabric stretching as you propped yourself up on the surface, knees together while you used your hand to try and reach for the box.

your hand barely grazed it, but that didn't matter as eren's hands reached it for you, his back pressed against yours as he used his tippy toes and the stretch of his fingertips to knock the box down and grab it in the air before it could drop to the ground. the warmth of him behind you disappeared as he backed up and looked you over from your position on the counter. "if you couldn't reach it you should've had me get the stuff."

it was your turn to roll your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks before you climbed off the counter slowly and adjusted your dress. "shut up."

eren's arm came out to hand you the box. "since when did you start wearing dresses?" he asked abruptly, once again, those thick brows coming together in curiosity as you grabbed the box from his hands, stepping forward slightly.

"i've been wearing dresses, you're just too dumb to notice." your own gaze gave eren a once-over. he never dressed formally for any of these events like your mom made you. carla could never seem to get him into anything nice. plain black jeans with an almost too tight white shirt, and you could never fail to mention the key necklace draped around his neck that he once told you his dad gave him when you had asked "why do you always have that stupid necklace on?" he had gotten really defensive and only today you realized how insensitive that comment may have been considering the fact that he rarely saw his dad— as did you. you could only recall seeing the man twice, and at one time was at one of the barbecues. "i wore one... last time."

eren's eyes went up to the ceiling as he recalled "last time" realization dawning on his face, but before you could wait for his reply you were walking past him with your head pointed towards the ground as you told him, "you can go ahead and go up to my room, i'm gonna go put these down." and he watched you walk away before scratching his chin and doing just that.

you did what you had to do, placing down the cutlery and slipping past both your mother and carla before they could get you to do anything else.

when you opened the door to your room you were surprised to see eren sitting on your bed, shoes kicked off at the edge. you narrowed your eyes at him as he looked up from his phone at you. "what? your chair's broken." your eyes glanced to the chair that sat idle near your desk before you remembered— it was broken— no it wasn't broken, one of the wheels had just been screwed off and you nor your mom had the patience to fix it.

you lowered your suspicions at eren and merely nodded your head. you really didn't mind actually, the chair was eren's self proclaimed spot, he continued to sit their his self after the first barbecue, you never actually told him to.

"wow, i'm surprised you're not throwing a tantrum." he scoffed as you climbed onto your bed stomach flopping down next to eren who was propped up against your wall. your dress had ridden up in the slightest but you made no efforts to fix it, and you didn't make an effort to grab your phone either which was sat on your desk.

your arms held up your head, elbows on the bed as you looked up at eren with a raise of your eyebrow much like your mom. "you can get out." you half joked, eren looking down at you with lagoon green eyes.

"so you can leave me down to suffer with all those people? hell no, i'd surprisingly rather be up here with you."

you tilted your head at eren. "oh? why the change of heart?"

his stare sent a prickly sensation up your bare arms, and you turned over to your side so that your one arm propped up your head, your other draped across your waist. this was basically the first time you had a simple conversation without the two of you bothering each other, the first time you were somewhat amused by the words coming out of his mouth.

where was the old eren jaeger? this new eren jaeger couldn't help but think you looked... good, not to say he's never thought this before; the subconscious thought always in the back of his head, but now it was prevalent to him. the straps of your black dress so thin, and the way it hugged your body in the slightest was almost tantalizing. you didn't seem to be wearing a bra either, he could tell by the lack of support and straps. "huh?" you added when he didn't respond right away, eren's eyes snapping back up to your face.

he whipped up a quick response; "there wasn't a change of heart. you know i'm always up here... and you're tolerable today." he placed down his phone, interested in the conversation at hand. something was laced between your words, almost taunting, almost aware, more aware than you were earlier when the two of you had that encounter in the kitchen, more aware than you were when he accidentally walked in on you a couple weeks prior.

you felt confident today, you weren't sure if it was the mere maturity between the two of you that seemed to just decide to pop up today, you weren't sure if it was eren's new attitude, or if it was your attire that gave you the confidence you possessed. you always enjoyed you and eren's arguments, you loved seeing him riled, but today the snark to his own comments instead of him getting completely heated sent an even better thrill, if you could call it, down your spine. "hm, then it's not surprising you'd rather be up here with me, jaeger... and what makes me more tolerable today?"

eren let his eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second before deciding that the best response to that question would be no answer, lying wasn't healthy anyways.

"what? is it the fact that i started wearing dresses?" you mocked his earlier words, your hand flying up to create quotations in the air.

that was one reason.

"trying to get your little dick wet eren? that little blondie wasn't doing it for you, yeah?" you joked, but the way his eyebrow twitched and his eyes darkened, lowering as a very small smirk formed on his face told you maybe your joke was more than that to him.

he let out another small scoff, face turning away from you so his jawline was visible, the tiny brown hairs that wouldn't fit in his ponytail skimming his neck and forehead before he side eyed you, then turning his head back to you and not even noticing how he scooted forward as he brought his knee up for his arm to rest on. "little?" was all he could manage to get out. he wasn't gonna lie— your comments felt quicker today, and they were catching him a little off guard.

you flipped back onto your stomach before sliding your upper body and shuffling forward to sit back on your knees diagonal from eren. you weren't gonna lie— eren's comments felt quicker today, and they were catching you a little off guard. "did i lie?"

"yeah."

"i beg to differ."

eren's hand went to his thigh. even though his dick was on the other leg, semi-hard, he wanted to tease you with the leg closer, rubbing up and down the fabric of his jeans. "wanna see then?"

your eyes glanced down to his lap and widened, jesus— this was not the eren you knew, nor the eren you expected tonight. you let yourself fall backwards onto your pillows, grabbing one throw pillow and placing it over your face as you hid your true expression. although your voice was muffled you let out an "jaeger, stop! i'm supposed to hate you."

the bed dipped underneath you as eren shuffled forward until he was peering down at you again, grabbing the pillow with one hand, your hand flying up to grab his wrist, then his coming up to pry your fingers off him. after a small tussle he pinned your hand to the bed, grabbing the pillow and chucking it off the bed to see your face.

your lips were shriveled in an embarrassing smile and you turned your head away from eren, only then realizing the presence of his cold gold pendant tickling your chest, and how close he actually was, his thigh pressed up against your side, and his untucked hairs gravitating towards you. those green-blue eyes seemed even more intimidating up close, and the dangerous slight upturn of the corner of his lips didn't seem to help in you feeling small under him.

eren jaeger, an anomaly. who knew people could change right before your eyes.

"jaeger," you brought your other hand to his chest, pushing at his sternum with as much force as possible which didn't budge him, eren only grabbing your other hand with a low chuckle and placing it above your head, bringing both of your hands together and keeping them there with one wrist. you let out a soft whine of the word "move," that made eren's lip twitch before you brought your foot up to kick him.

"kick me and i swear, ______—" and so you did— well at least you tried, eren grabbing your ankle and holding your flailing limb. you guys looked insanely stupid, and it made your little whines turn into small laughs that seemed to be contagious as eren began to laugh too. your body went limp as you soon realized that eren was pretty strong, which the old eren wasn't.

he let go of your leg, dropping it to the bed on the other side of him so he was sitting between them. "i'll let go if you admit that you don't actually hate me." a small goofy grin was on his face and it made you reciprocate.

"nope," you popped the p, eren quirking his brow at you before letting his eyes wander down. he had you in quite a position; your legs on either side of him, your hands pinned together, and your dress scrunched up just enough so he could see the black underwear you adorned. you watched his eyes trail back up, stopping at your lips, his tongue sliding over his own before coming back up to your eyes. "but it's obvious you don't hate me."

eren let out a small laugh and your stomach churned— so did his. 

"nope," he popped his p just like you. "that's just some weird shit we were on when we were younger... you're not that bad." he hummed, leaning down a bit so he was hovering over your face, and god did he look amazing.

maybe he was right— maybe it was just one of those weird things that leave with age, and you were fine with it leaving, especially if it gave you the eren jaeger in front of you right now. your lips parted in effort for you to speak but you choked on your own words, not sure what to say. but you didn't have to say much because just like eren, you let your realization hit you on how he had you, how he looked, and your gaze stopped at his lips too. he took that as his cue— his face inching way too close, but not like you minded.

"the way you're looking at me doesn't seem like it, ______."

you squeezed your legs on his sides as you felt the fabric of his jeans rub against you from the proximity. "well, i—" he didn't let you finish his lips connecting with yours and you almost forget how to kiss for a moment, eren's lips being the only ones moving until he let go of your hands and you cradled his jaw, kissing him back just as fervently.

eren hummed against your lips in content, them beginning to move together as if the two of you were made for each other. something felt like it was lifted off your chest, and you really relished in the moment at hand. one of eren's hand coming up to your hair and pushing your head more towards him, the kiss becoming rougher while his other hand settled at your side gripping roughly as if you could run away any second.

you felt desperate, practically swallowing eren's lips up, him biting at your lip before pulling away for air. he looked down at you with a lustful expression, his lips parted and flushed red while his eyelids hung low. "finally, you shut up."

you looked up to the ceiling with a smile gracing your face. you didn't know if you were in shock at the fact that he could still throw quick comebacks after such an event or if you were in shock at what just happened. "you shut the fuck up— and come here," 

you lifted your head up to connect your lips back to eren's, your tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and he quickly got the hint, pushing you back down to the bed as he parted his lips so that your tongues could collide gently. the kiss was wet, and passionate, you could practically taste the lust that both of you were so oblivious about for years. you could taste how long he craved your lips on his and you almost wanted to apologize for leaving him waiting for so long.

eren's tongue licked around your mouth, doing all the work while you laid back and guided your tongue to follow his almost like a recited dance. his hips moved with yours, beginning to grind against you to relieve some of the ache in his dick, and he was glad you were wearing a dress. his hand on your hip grasped the black fabric and aggressively yanked it up, your hips lifting to help him out a little bit until your lower half was completely unveiled to him.

his mouth disconnected from yours so he could peer down at you. "fuck..." he muttered. his hand slid under your dress, smoothing over your stomach before nearing your breasts, looking back up to you as if to ask if what he was doing was fine. you gave him that confirmation and let your eyes drift close as his warm palm relaxed itself over your tit. the contact that his fingers made with you nipple as he moved his hand down to toy at it caused them to harden and you to whimper.

eren ducked down to your neck so he could kiss it, nibbling at the sensitive flesh which elicit your hand to fly to his messy brown locks. "yeah..." you sighed, elated with the feeling of him sucking at your skin, his tongue occasionally licking at the spot and his teeth grazing over it as well before he completely pulled off, hoping a distinctive hickey you would have trouble hiding from your mom would begin to appear sooner or later.

his hand slid back down to your side until it went over the curve of your back and trailed down your ass until it met your supple thighs. he grasped at your skin, the fat underneath his fingertips leaving his imagination to wonder what it would be like in between your thighs. he brought his other thumb to your plain black panties, pressing it against your clothed entrance just to get a feel and your head flew back so you were no longer watching him— eyebrows turning upwards and mouth parting as uneven breaths left you mouth.

you were so hot and bothered, you needed him now— any way you could take him.

"need you... right now, eren." you mumbled, your hand retreating between your dress to cup at your own breast.

eren looked up at you another smile playing on his lips, and he would be the death of you. "first name basis now that you want to be fucked by me?"

"oh my gosh, just hurry."

you brought your legs closer to your body as eren's hand came to the hem of the fabric that was the only thing separating you and him. he pulled it over your legs and down your feet tossing it to the side. when you didn't part your legs for him immediately he brought his hand to both of your knees and with some resistance parted them for you, the sight of your glistening cunt going straight to his dick.

you were so pretty to him, yet he didn't want to boost your ego any more so he held his tongue and untucked his lip from his teeth before stepping off the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling your body to the edge of the bed.

your pussy fluttered as you watched eren fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. he stopped for a brief moment, groaning in annoyance before looking back to you. "i don't have a condom."

your hand flew to your forehead and you felt yourself squeeze around nothing at the thought of eren sliding into you without one. "you're clean right?"

eren scoffed. "yeah."

"okay well then hurry!" you repeated, eren going back to pulling his pants down until they were pooled at his ankles, as well as his boxers. his dick was finally exposed to you, and you stifled a moan when you saw it— pretty, hard, big and flushed red in anticipation for you not anyone else. he took himself into his hands and smeared his pre cum over his length while his head tilted back and his jaw dropped at the slight relief.

"this is about to be the best dick you've ever had." he half joked as he grabbed your hips and pressed at your entrance, leaning overtop of you again.

"we'll see about that, ja—" you couldn't even get the rest of your sentence out as you felt his tip slide more into you, a gasp leaving your throat, your walls clenching his tip causing him to let out a slight moan.

he stopped for a moment, bringing his hand up to steady himself on the bed. "eren, not jaeger."

he pushed in a little more, your hand flying over to your mouth muffling your, "eren!" which caused him to smirk. "shit... you—" a little more, your eyebrows coming together like his as he tried filling you up even more.

"me what?" he breathed out, pushing in a little more.

your back arched and your fingers came to wrap around his wrist beside your head for support. "it kind of hurts." you mewled out. of course you wouldn't tell eren this, but it had been awhile since the last time you had sex, prone to getting yourself off instead, and eren's size wasn't helping either.

"well..." he started, sheathing himself more inside you as your grip on his wrist tightened, and small pathetic half-whines left your throat. "you gotta take it." your eyes screwed even more shut as his words rang through your head. you were practically throbbing for him and you wanted this just as bad. "don't start something you can't finish." and with that the brunette let his length fill you up completely, ignoring your slight displeasure until he bottomed out, shushing you and letting his hand come down to rub circles on your clit to soothe you.

a sigh left your lips and your hand relaxed from eren's wrist. "okay."

"okay?"

"you can move." and eren wasted no time doing just that, his hips moving backwards and sliding against your walls causing you and him to groan at the same time.

when you were fully adjusted, and any discomfort you felt had drifted away, eren moved faster, almost fucking you how he wanted to in the first place. he lifted himself from the bed and put his hands on your hips, dragging you onto him as he pushed in and out of you, basking in your moans of pleasure and the feeling of your tight walls trying to consume him.

"yes," you said with gritted teeth as the way eren thrusted into you with purpose felt amazing and left you wondering why you didn't confess to your attraction to him sooner. "fuck, eren..." his hips stuttered from the way you sounded moaning his name. he wanted to hear it again, and again, wanted to hear it so many times that he could hear it when he fucked his fist to your pretty face. "like that, just like that."

"again." he demanded, and the low octave of his voice ordering you to repeat his name sent your head into a spiral. you grind against him, your wetness smearing on his abdomen. eren brought his hand to your hair again, pulling your body up off the bed and you winced at his tight grip as he continued to fuck up into you nicely. "i said again."

"eren," you repeated more like a plea. he pulled your head forward more, smashing his lips to yours again briefly, just wanting to feel more of you, wanting to feel you crave him.

"what do you want me to do?" he asked. he wanted you to tell him how bad you wanted him, how bad you wanted him to fuck you— and with the way his cock stretched you out so well, fucking into you with ease, like it's what he was made for, you were willing to do just that. "hm?"

"fuck me good, make me cum, eren, please."

"if i do you're gonna stop acting like a little brat when we're together right?"

"yes, yes, yes," you babbled not even realizing what he said that had you nodding your head hastily.

eren chuckled at the lack of hesitance in your response, softening his grip on your hair and letting your head fall back to the bed. "good girl." he murmured while slowing down his pace causing you to roll your hips into his as a silent plea to go faster. eren pushed your dress up some more until it was bunched up right to your chest, then having you pull off the straps to free your tits. he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, pushing you higher on the bed to create space for himself, not leaving you once, leaving your cunt fluttering around him as he did all these motions.

the little sad cries that would leave your lips begging him to hurry up so that he could fuck you again made you sound so stupid for him, so impatient and so dirty. eren didn't mind at all though, when he shifted himself up on your bed and pressed your legs to either side of your body so he could hit deeper, he complied with your wishes. "open your mouth." and you complied to his, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out, eren coming down to let his spit drop into your mouth, and the second his saliva came in contact with the muscle you squeezed his member from inside of you, he could feel you tighten around him and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you swallowed. he watched your throat bob before wrapping his hand around your neck to create leverage for himself.

when you felt him drag himself out and back into you so forcefully, your body jolting as he continued the motion, fucking down into you. he was drilling that soft spot inside of you, and he didn't stop you when your hand trailed down below his arm to touch yourself, rubbing at your swollen clit while he drilled you. "you're gonna cum?"

you were too incoherent to form words, the nods of your head telling him enough. he was on the verge of coming too, but he wanted you to come first, he wanted to feel you pulse around his throbbing cock, spill your slick all over him. "shit, then cum all over me, _____. right on my dick, let me feel it." you let out a sultry moan, eren letting go of your neck going to grasp one of your bouncing breast the other grasping your thigh and pounding into you hard while you got yourself off with your middle finger.

small cries spilled out of your lips as your orgasm slowly approached until it finally did, your vision blanking out, pussy squeezing eren impossibly tight, and every nerve being pinched in your body. your hand unconsciously flew to your blanket, gripping the fabric tight as you moaned a drawled out sound resembling eren's name. you felt like you were the only person alive, like the guests downstairs didn't exist, like your parents weren't just outside your window along with them, not even like eren was there when your climax washed over your body, blurring your senses.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah—" eren was having trouble holding back, but as soon as he felt your juices coat him, and the sound of his name from you he let go of your thighs and chest, pulling out of your wet heat and jerking himself to completion, hot cum spilling all over your lower stomach as to avoid your dress. "shit.." he panted, watching his seed sit idle on your pretty skin.

he felt hazy, almost in disbelief that he just fucked your lights out, almost quite literally as you hadn't opened your eyes since your orgasm.

eren took it upon himself to gather some of his cum with a swipe of his finger then prod at your swollen lips, you lazily opening your mouth to taste the salty taste of his cum. "good?" and you hummed, letting your head fall back to the blankets and closing your eyes.

eren tucked himself in, leaving to head towards your bathroom, and soon enough coming back to help you clean up. when you felt the warmth of something slide over your lower abdomen, you too out of it to open your eyes, you relaxed against the bed. eren adjusted your dress and slipped your underwear on for you, shaking your arm to wake you up. "your mom was out there. she was about to check on you when i walked out the bathroom. that would've been embarrassing."

you were too tired to respond, blinking at eren before picking yourself up and sitting up in front of him, his height allowing him to still be looking down at you even though you were on a bed. "i'm gonna head down cause i'll probably be leaving soon... i'll tell her you're sleep."

you nodded your head at eren before crawling to your bed and under the blankets, turning away from him. eren eyed you for a moment before coming forward and deciding to press a kiss to your ear, then grabbing his phone and slipping on his shoes. he grabbed the damp paper towel and threw it in your trash, shutting your lights and shutting the door quietly.

eren jaeger, an anomaly you thought you had figured out who happened not to be that bad after all.

maybe you did like eren— just a little bit.

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Fresh meat: part 7

Baby Daddy Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt1 

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No one tells you about the awful parts of pregnancy. Thank god you had Juice with you now. You wouldn't have made it to nine months without him. He was trying his best to be a father and a good boyfriend. It was all so new to him. 

You where almost at 43 weeks now. You expected the baby last week but he just doesn’t want to come out. You felt awful, everything seemed swollen. You felt like throwing up all the time and your stomach was so huge you felt like three people in one. 

Juice quickly moved in at your house. He basically did everything, the cooking and the cleaning. He just wanted you to rest. He even had the prospect working a the bar so you didn't have to worry about anything. 

It was probably 5:30 in the morning. You couldn’t sleep, your best bet was to take as many naps as you could throughout the day. 

“Baby where you goin?” Juice grumbled in his deep morning voice as he felt you moving off the bed. Juice never thought he could be this happy.  Living with you, creating a home together. He was so excited to meet his son. He would hold you every night his hands had to be touching your stomach or he couldn't fall asleep. 

“I can’t sleep anymore Juice, everything feels too tight. I need to stand and walk around.” You whispered leaning over giving him a kiss on the cheek. He groaned moving on to your side of the bed. His smiled into your pillow that smelled like cherry shampoo. 

You have a few more days for your water to break naturally before they’ll have to induce you. And you really didn't want that. You wobbled your way over to the nursery smiling. Everything was ready, a big thanks to Juice. As soon as he moved in he made this is priority. 

You didn’t want to do some cheesy theme or all blue nursery. It was simple and very peaceful like you liked to keep the rest of the house. You still had a few things you could put away. A few things turned into you rearranging a lot of things in the nursery. 

“(Y/n)!” Juice called for you as he walked in catching you red handed as you moved the little side table.

“Baby why are you up?” You asked him with a shy smile. You didn’t want to worry him but he never let you do anything while you where this pregnant. 

“why are you moving things around... again?” He asked pushing you aside lightly fixing the side table to be closer to the rocking chair. 

“ I don’t know, I’m nesting or something stupid.” You said smiling at him as you watched him move the rug to lay it out. 

“I can stay home, They have me on a run but I don’t think I should leave you here alone.” Juice said walking up to your. He took a piece of hair back behind your ear. 

“I’ll be fine, go to work. I don’t think baby is coming today.” You told him standing on your tippy toes giving him a kiss. 

“Anything happens call me. I don’t care what, even if you peed yourself and think its your water breaking again.” He joked but there was a stern seriousness in his voice. 

“Okay love you, made you coffee to go.” You said going on your tippy toes to give him one last kiss before he left for the day. Clay knew how stressed and anxious Juice has been with the baby coming any day now so he tried to not send him anywhere thats not within 10 minutes of you. 

“I love you, now go rest please.” He said giving you a stern look before making his way out the house. You knew he was right you needed rest. 

The day went by with you doing little errands here and there to keep you busy before Juice got home. You where a little worried it was getting late and he still wasn’t home. Your phone rang almost giving you a heart attack. 

“Juice?” You asked you answered hopping it was him borrowing someones phone. 

“No sorry love, Juice is caught up on a run with Happy and Jax. He doesn’t have his phone. I just wanted to check in with ya.” Tig said making you sigh. 

“If anything happens please call me.” You said really hoping he wasn't doing something too dumb. You knew about him running guns and weed. But he always promised to be smarter and safe. But you knew there was always a chance of him getting hurt or worse.

You really tried going to sleep, but all day you felt tight. All day you’ve been having contractions and you didn't want to worry Juice while he’s working. You knew he couldn't be distracted. 

By every passing hour it was getting worse and worse. You knew the baby was coming. God what perfect timing with Juice away. You kept trying to call Juice, it was 1 am and he still wasn’t home. You where so worried. As you walked back and forth in the kitchen tryin got breath through your contraction you felt it. Almost like a sudden pain with relief. Water was dripping down your legs. Your shorts completely soaked. 

“Oh god.” You mumbled grabbing your phone. Your hands shaking not sure what to do. Your mind was gong crazy maybe form the lack of sleep or maybe it was the pain. 

“(y/n)?” Tara sleepy voiced asked in the phone. 

“Tara my water broke, I don’t know what to do and Juice is on a run. He’s not answering.” You said with a slight panic in your voice. 

“How long have you been having contraction?” tara asked wide awake with the news. 

“All day I don’t know.” You said holding on to your stomach. 

“I’m coming right over. Just shower and get your bag ready. I’m taking you to St Thomas. I’ll let Gemma know and try to get a hold of one of the guys. Jax isn’t answering either.” She said getting out of bed. 

“Thank you.” You said before hanging up. God you missed Juice was here, hew as the one to keep you sane in all this.  You hurried taking a fast shower cleaning yourself up before throwing on one of Juice SamCrow hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. In the corner of your bedroom sat a bag the Juice has packed months ago for this day. 

“Sweetie, you okay?’ tara asked as she made her way through your house. 

“I’m fine, do you get a hold of Juice yet?” I asked as Tara helped me to her car. 

“Don’t worry Tig knows.” She said as she drove you to the hospital. 

Technically Tara was not working but she made sure she was the one helping you with everything as you finally settled into your room. 

“Your at 7 cm, your doing so good.” she said rubbing the wet hair out your face. It’s been an hour and still no Juice. 

Juice on the other hand couldn't wait to get back to you. He hated that this run took so long. He never went this long without checking up on you. Juice, Jax and Happy both road their bikes, almost back to charming. Out of no where another bike came flying at them. At first Juice thought it was a threat and was on high alert but the closer the bike got they realized it was Tig. 

“(y/n) at the hospital with Tara. Her water broke!” Tig yelled as she turned around so they all where driving back to charming. 

“Shit” Juice groaned before high tailing it to St Thomas. The boys easily followed him as back up just in case. And they wanted to be the first to meet the new addition to the family. 

Juice bursted through the door with the rest following him closely. His heart was beating so fast. He didn't know if he was nervous or excited. 

“Room 94-a” Tig said as he looked at the texts from Tara. Juice felt like an idiot for not having his phone when he went on the run. 

"Sorry you can’t go in there.” the nurse stuttered as she watched the group of very intimidating men. Just then Juice heard a low scream and he knew it was you.

“Move.” He said pushing past the nurse into the room. His heart dropped as he saw you a hospital gown standing leaning over the bed with Tara by your side. 

“Hey baby.” Juice said running to your side. His large hands went straight to your hips holding you up.

“Juan Carlos Ortiz.” You threatened looking at him. Your face was flushed pink and slightly sweaty. He smiled leaning down giving you a kiss.

“Sorry I’m late baby.” He said looking down at you. He couldn’t stop smiling at you. 

“Why aren’t you in the bed?” He asked still worried.  He didn't like seeing you in pain, he didn't like seeing all the IV hooked up to you either. 

“I can’t sit, I just need to walk or something.” You said as you where trying to waddle around the small hospital room with Tara help. 

“Hey Mama, how you doing?’ Jax asked as him, Tig and Happy finally walked in the room. 

“Like my inside are ripping in half.” You said giving the guys the best smile you could muster. 

The contraction went on for another hour. You liked having them all here to make your mood a little bit better. They kind of distracted you form all the pain. Juice stood there the whole time, that whole hours with his arms out so you can rest your eight against him while slowly walking back and forth.

“How you feeling?” Your doctor came in a little surprised with everyone in the room but she didn’t dare question it. 

“I’m okay.” You told her not sure of how you really where feeling. 

“Let’s get you in bed and check the progress.” She said and you nodded. Juice easy helped you back in the bed, basically picking you up himself. Just as you where about to throw your legs up Juice glared at all the guys. Sure he liked them all here for support but they didn't need to see certain things. 

“And that’s are que.” Happy said as they all got up giving you smiles before heading to the waiting room. Now it was just you and Juice and the doctor. 

“Look’s like your ready to push, Baby is already crowning.” He doctor said before paging a few nurses to rush in the room. Guess all the standing and walking really did help. 

It was probably 20 minutes at most that you where actually pushing. But it felt like 20 hours with every contraction. You whole body was shaking and you felt like you couldn’t get a hold of your breath. 

“I think my vagina just ripped to my ass.” You told Juice as you where gripping on to his fore arm. Poor man was going to be more bruised up then you after this. 

“Your almost there baby.” Juice laughed doing his best to support you any way he can. With one last push you felt almost a instant relief. Juice hurried over as the nurses guided him to cut the cord. He was completely awh stuck as he looked at his son. 

“Here mama.” He said handing him over to you. The small wet baby cried in you chest as you held on to him for dear life. 

“Juice no.” You groaned as your silly boyfriend already was trying to get pictures of you. 

You almost didn’t want the nurses to take him and clean him up. Juice helped you as everything started to finally settle down. Now you where sitting in bed in Juice hoodie and sweat pants drinking a cranberry juice. The IV in your hand starting to bother you. You kind of just wanted to head home already.

Your heart felt like it was melting watch Juice walking slowly holding his son. It was strange to see his scary biker all lovely eyes and awh stuck holding the little bundle. He came right to you sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He was finally cleaned up sleeping with a little snore. He was so small compared to Juice, he was scared to hold him almost. He thought he never knew what love was unit he met you. But now having his son right in his arms he felt a whole new kind of love.

Juice was a little sad too. He never knew this kind of love. And now that he has he didn't know what he’d ever do without  you or his baby. He didn’t understand how his own father was never in his life. He only knew his son for a few hours and still can’t picture a life without him. 

“He looks just like you Juice.” You whispered slowly pulling away the blankets crawling closer to your man. your son was an exactly copy and paste of Juice. He had a full head of dark hair. Everything from his eyes, to the nose and lips was all Juice. 

“He’s perfect, Thank you so much baby.” Juice said pulling your face down pressing a long kiss. He never knew how much he needed this and you. You gave him everything. 

A soft knock on the door broke you both out of the moment. You smiled as you watched everyone pile in with balloons and flowers. 

“Oh god a Juice junior” Chibbs said looking down at the baby. everyone crowded Juice looking at the baby boy. You where so happy Juice had this family to support him and love him. 

“So Juice Junior?” Jax joked.

“No its Anthony Juan Ortiz.” You said with a big smile. 

“Little Ant.” Happy said patting Juice on the back. 

“Never thought you ugly fucker would make this cute little baby.” Tig teased as they all took turn holding the little bundle. 

“I thInk I want another one.” Juice said looking into your eyes deeply. He knew he was joking but you can see how honest he was being with you. 

“Slow down, give your old lady a break.” Bobby said hitting Juice upside the head. 

Everyone slowly left leaving you alone with Juice. 

“I love you.” Juice whispered giving you one more kiss. 

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[hotwings0203]

HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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[buckyownsmylife]

Oh, well, imagine - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy gets tired of living a double life 

Word count: 2K<

Warnings: smut, sugar relationship, infidelity (reader is the other woman), daddy kink, breeding kink, dubcon because Andy does stuff without getting reader’s consent beforehand, unprotected sex.

A/N: this was written for @donutloverxo​‘s #sugary4kchallenge! I took the opportunity to write something in the same universe as my first Andy fic, I write sins not tragedies, but this could be read by itself. Congrats on 4k, sweetheart!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The sound of the door being slammed startled me, almost making me drop the dishes I’d been washing. My eyebrows furrowed, confused and worried about what was going on. Only Andy had the key to the apartment, so I wasn’t curious as to who it was, just what had him behaving that way. In all the time we’d known each other, I’d never once seen him angry.

Still, when he appeared by the kitchen, it was clear that was the case. His chest heaved with the simple task of breathing, and when his eyes fell on me, they seemed darker. I almost felt scared - I probably would, if I didn’t trust him so much.

“Andy?” I asked, but he immediately shook his head.

“Not what you call me, princess.” Automatically, I stood up straighter, body electrified by the meaning behind his words. I knew what he wanted, even if it was clearly that more than desire. He needed this.

“Daddy.” He nodded once, clearly pleased at my acknowledgment. But there was still so much I needed to understand. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Instead of answering, he just kept staring at me long and hard, making me feel small and naked under his attention.

“Come here.”

My legs obeyed instantly, having been trained long enough to do exactly what he said without having to think about it. “Good girl.” The compliment was like some pavlovian buzzer to my poor cunt. I could feel the fabric of my underwear begin to uncomfortably stick to my lower lips, and I shifted from one leg to the other as I waited for further instructions.

“Daddy needs you tonight,” he finally began explaining, a single finger running under my jaw to make sure I’d keep our eyes connected. “Will you let me do whatever I want to you and this body?”

The perspective excited me, and I didn’t know if I was stupid for it, but I found myself nodding anyway. At the end of the day, I trusted Andy with my life. I knew he wouldn’t push me further than I could take it, and if he ever came close to it, I always had my safeword.

“Yes, Daddy.” He rewarded me with a kiss, but it wasn’t a soft one. His tongue invaded my mouth and before I could even realize what I was doing, I had to find a hold on his shirt, standing on my tippy toes just so I wouldn’t completely tip over.

“Are you excited to help daddy?” He asked, fingers already making quick work of my clothes as I trembled with excitement in his hold. He looked feverish, like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his mouth nipping and sucking and biting every inch of skin he could find.

“Yes, Daddy,” I repeated, forever his subservient servant, knowing that aiding him would bring me to pleasures I’d never known before we’d met. I watched as he licked his lips, taking in my naked body before his, the kitchen a mess of my discarded clothes and abandoned dinner, but instead of taking off his clothes, his hands went directly to his belt.

“Lay back on the floor.” It took me a full second to understand what he was saying, but thankfully he didn’t read it as hesitation. Instead, despite his eager state, he watched as I slowly lowered myself to the cold marble, stopping once I was on my knees to make sure of what he really wanted.

“Lay back,” he repeated, nodding towards me, and despite my confusion, I did as he said, gasping once my naked back met the icy stone. My nipples hardened against the air of the silent apartment and under his gaze, and I gasped when he knelt before me, hands reaching out for my thighs as he pulled me even closer.

“So, so beautiful,” he moaned, and I watched stunned as he lowered himself until he was eye-level with my navel, and I felt more than saw as his tongue stuck out and collected the wetness that was already threatening to drip from me. “And mine, all mine.”

The first time he’d said that, there was a conversation to be held right after we both came back from our highs. I needed to make sure that he remembered what this was, and he laughed when I tried to phrase it as sweetly as possible.

“I know this isn’t conventional,” he’d said, “but as long as it lasts, you’re mine. In and out of this apartment, but especially in this bed.” It didn’t take too long to realize that he was right.

I truly was his. My body responded to him in a way it’d never reacted to anyone else before. And I knew that whenever this little affair of ours came to an end, he would still forever own parts of me I’d never even realized I had before we met.

Andy’s P.O.V.

My mind was becoming hazier by the second. I needed to make sure she understood what was going to happen before I completely lost it. But first, I knew I’d hate myself if I didn’t take advantage of the delicious meal laid bare before me.

“Daddy!” She screamed, fingers curling around my strands as I lapped her up, rubbing my bearded jaw on the apex of her thighs. She was everything. I had never wanted anyone the way that I wanted her. And I knew that I never would again.

It was why I couldn’t lose her.

Connecting our eyes, I pushed two fingers inside of her and immediately curled them as I searched for that sweet spot I’d memorized so many months before, knowing I’d struck gold when she cried out for me again.

“Yeah, baby… I know you like that, sweet girl. So sweet for me, aren’t you?” I knew she wouldn’t be able to answer, and I didn’t mind. I could barely speak myself. The need to have her was just too strong, and so I kept licking her pussy and fucking it with my fingers until I felt her clench around my digits, not even waiting for her to calm down as I immediately raised to my knees and worked on releasing my member from its confines.

“Better get ready, princess… I won’t be able to stop until I’m done with you.” The lust in her hazy eyes was unmistakable, but just as I was about to plunge into her, warm hands found their way inside my shirt, holding my chest to stop me. 

“Andy… the condom…” but I wasn’t having it.

“No,” I announced it, the finality in my voice clear as day as I pushed her arms down against the floor and penetrated her slowly, making sure to watch her jaw going slack as it always did at my first thrust.

When I saw that the initial shock had started to subdue and she was about to argue, I took her lips with mine, devouring her mouth the way I’d done with her pussy just seconds before. “I’m fucking you just like this, and you’re gonna take it.”

She wiggled underneath me, but it seemed more like she was going through the motions of showing that she didn’t want that than actually trying to make me stop.

It didn’t stop me. She would never be able to stop me. Not when I was in this mindset, not when I needed her so much. “I’m tired of wanting you,” I admitted. “I’m tired of wanting you, having you and then going back to wanting you again. I will never have my fill of you, I know that now. I need you.”

Her pussy clenched around me sporadically, her moans escaping her lips as she failed to speak when my hips grew quicker, my thrusts more forceful. “I need you more than sexually. I’m desperate for you, baby.”

And finally, she stopped squirming, her eyes suddenly widening in realization as my voice betrayed all of the emotions I was feeling. “I want to come home to you, Y/N. Only you.”

My confession earned her surrender. I felt her muscles relax underneath me, a sign of her acceptance of my new quest for ownership of her body, and so I could finally release her hands to run mine all over her skin.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” I whispered once the tempo became softer, but no less passionate. “I haven’t fucked her since we met.” I could see the shock in her expression, and I knew what she would argue.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I shook my head at her silliness, stroking her cheek after I kissed her one more time. I could see my future in her eyes, even if she didn’t allow herself to see hers in mine.

“I want to get you pregnant, Y/N.” And there it was. The truth and my heart, stripped of all pretense, exposed for her to see. And if I feared the rejection, the way her eyes softened before she pulled me to another kiss sealed our fate.

“I love you so fucking much.” And so we made passionate, desperate sex on the kitchen floor. I fucked her so hard, it didn’t take much to have her drooling for me. I drowned all of my worries and sorrows in her sweet pussy, making sure to worship every single inch of her body with my lips and tongue.

“I’m gonna keep you forever, princess,” I promised, heart aching just at the thought of ever losing her. “She won’t ever take you from me. Ever.” At the reminder of the reality of our situation, the fact that she was “the other one”, her body writhed underneath me, her struggle to fight back once again rising, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“Ever, baby,” I promised against her lips, silencing her cries with a deep, sloppy kiss that only ended when I needed to gather some air. “I can’t even think of having to live without you.” 

The rhythm of our hips finding one another kept up, the sounds growing exponentially wetter with each second, with each drop of her arousal that collected on her lower lips, lubricating my member and aiding my goal to fill her up until it lathered the floor beneath us.

“You won my heart,” I confessed, making sure that she’d see the honesty deep in my eyes. “You left me no choice but to fall for you. Now I won’t live without you.” A desperate cry tore from deep within her, rekindling the passion with which I fucked her. Normally I was so sweet to her, so patient. But I knew she liked this as well. She liked to be fucked like a whore, even if she was as far removed from one as possible.

“Call my name, sweet girl.” It was a plea, a desperate need to blur the lines between what our relationship was and what I wanted it to become until they disappeared altogether. “Say you are mine. Say it.”

She was drooling now, and I knew how hard it was for her to find the words I needed her to say as she succumbed to bliss right there, on the kitchen floor, with me. Still, her scream penetrated my hazy mind, adding to the overwhelming tightness that squeezed me, begging for my cum, “I’m yours! I’m yours, Andy.”

The aftermath found us breathless, with flushed chest and flushed cheeks. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite as beautiful as the nervous but hopeful look with which she gazed at me. I knew what she needed to hear, and with a kiss on her forehead, I reassured her, “Let’s go to bed, princess. You won’t be sleeping alone tonight.”

And as we cuddled the night away, the unspoken became clear and clear. Not tonight, nor ever again.

#sugary4kchallenge #my fics #andy barber smut #smut #andy barber #sugar daddy au #andy barber x reader #andy barber reader #andy barber reader insert #andy barber reader inserts #andy barber one shot

[sei-hoe]

manager pt. 5

hello all! as always thank you for your love on this story.  i hope you like this new chapter! leave me a comment, i love reading your thirsty thoughts! also i recently remembered that shiratorizawa is a dorm school lol, so from now on i will write it as such oopsie. also!! i got all official and made a banner for this series, im so official!

Fem Reader X Tendou Satori & Fem Reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

CW: blowjob, angst, jealous themes, manipulative reader, language, implied sex, spit kink

WC: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Clingy. That was the word you would use to describe Tendou as of late.  During school he was walking with you in the hallways, during practice he was standing next to you, after practice he was walking you to your room.  It wasn’t necessarily annoying, just strange.  His change in behavior was sudden and unprompted, at least in your mind.  

You had been the Shiratorizawa volleyball club manager for about a month now and your outlook had changed drastically.  What used to feel awkward was now second nature.  You used to flinch at what now was commonplace.  Being “used” wasn’t what it used to be.  Now it was something you looked forward to at the end of practice and you had actually become...dare you say it...friends with these guys.  Friends with extreme benefits that is.

But still, Tendou was different.  You’d catch him staring at you in a way that was different from the other guys.  You’d catch him staring as Ushijima would carry you out of the gym on his back and straight to the locker room.  He’d have a look that you used to not be able to identify in his eyes, you knew now it was jealousy.  It was the same look that you’d found on Ushijima’s face about a month ago.  

From Tendou’s perspective, it seemed as though Ushijima was hogging you, whisking you away after practice day in and day out.  You would always walk out of the locker room with wet hair and another one of Ushijima’s shirts on.  It was infuriating and just wasn’t fair.  Tendou had barely been able to talk to you recently, hence his rather clingy behavior.  But you were in heaven.  You were in Ushijima’s presence daily and were able to care for him how he deserved.  However, he had made it very clear that you were not his girlfriend as he didn’t have the time for such a commitment.  Another price you were willing to pay.

  _____

Another grueling practice ended a little bit later than usual, you noted the dark sky through the windows towards the top of the gym walls.  You were working on a bit of homework when the final whistle was blown signifying the official end of practice.  You stood up and began packing up your bag as the team approached the bench for a meeting.  Tendou was the first to arrive by the bench, coming up behind you for a hug, wrapping his arms around your upper stomach and resting his chin on your head.  His chest felt hot and sweaty against your back, instantly raising your body temperature.  You giggled, knowing exactly which sweaty athlete this was.  You and Tendou had become quite close, despite spending less time with him sexually, at least, during the last month.  It seemed as though you were never really alone anymore and Tendou was always around you.  It was nice, he had become a great friend to you.  The two of you were always flirting back and forth and unlike Ushijima, it seemed as though Tendou really cared about you, both emotionally and physically.  He always made sure you came before him and that you were alright after one of your umm...managerial obligations, whereas Ushijima didn’t care if you came at all.  Long story short, you always enjoyed the time you spent with Tendou.  

A few words were said per the usual by the captain and practice was dismissed.  Tendou, still holding onto you from behind, moved his hand further down to your lower stomach, began rubbing gently, and craned his neck down to whisper in your ear, “ya wanna get outta here?”.  You could hear the smirk behind his words as his hot breath blew against your ear.

“Mhm”, you murmured eagerly, missing your time with Tendou.

“Good”, he hummed in response, “because there’s something I’d like to give ya,” He accentuated his dirty talk by moving his hand even lower, “right here.” To say you had butterflies was an understatement.  It was crazy what a couple of words could reduce you to, but here you were.  

You walked back over to the bench to pick up your bag, but was intercepted by Ushijima who had a proposition.  

“Come back with me to my room”, he offered, stepping close enough to make you crane your neck up.  You looked behind you at Tendou, he was laughing with Semi, unaware that you were about to ruin his night.  It’s not that you didn’t want to fuck Tendou, you did, very much actually.  That’s just how whipped you are for Ushijima.  

“But I already told Tendou that I’d-”, you started.

“Go make up some excuse and then wait for me outside of the locker room.” he interrupted while he started for the gym doors. Ushijima was hardly in the mood to share you tonight, or ever really.  You watched him leave while standing and staring, awkwardly contemplating what to say to Tendou.  You mustered up the courage to walk over to him, smiling and saying goodnight to Semi as you passed him on his way out.  

“Hey, umm, I just remembered that I’ve got a ton of homework that’s due tomorrow and I just think I should probably-”

“What did Ushijima just say to you?” he caught you off guard with his question, although you should have been expecting it.  

“Nothing, I just have a lot of homework.” you quickly replied.

Tendou rolled his eyes, “Come on, we’re closer than that, you don’t have to lie to me.” His hands were placed on his hips in an annoyed fashion.  

You remained silent, thinking of anything you could say to ease the tension.  

“Ok, I’ll say something then.  Are you dating Ushijima or something?”

You shook your head.

“Ok...so then last I checked you were still the team manager, would that be correct?  Meaning you’re not just Ushijima’s to play with? Cuz there are other guys on the team that are stressed out too, if that’s what we’re even calling it anymore.”

You blushed at this choice of words.  “You don’t understand, I-” you started again.

“I think I do understand actually.  And just so you know, he’s never going to give you what you want.  You think you’re the first girl to fall for him?” He scoffed.  “I mean, fuck,” he ran his taped up fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.  “It just gets old, ya know?” Tendou looked so hurt and angry.  He opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly and turned on his heel to leave.  You reached to grab his arm before he could slip out of your grasp.

“Wait, Tendou...please.” you whispered into his sleeve, despite being the only two left in the vast gymnasium.  “I don’t want things to be like this either.  You,” you paused to collect your thoughts. “You’re my friend and I love all the time that we get to spend together.  I always have the best time with you. But I can’t help liking Ushijima.  So please don’t be mad at me,” you prayed into his arm, still gripping at his sleeve.  

He finally turned around to face you, taking a deep inhale, he looked down into your wide, pleading eyes while exhaling through his nose.  

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” he looked away from you.  

“Look at you, how?” You prodded, widening your eyes and moving closer to him.  

“You know exactly how.” he smirked, bringing his hands to rest at your sides, lightly rubbing his thumbs in soothing circular motions.  Beginning at the bottom of his abdomen you begin running your hands up his stomach, to his chest, shoulders, and finally around his neck.  Standing on your tippy toes you pull him down to your level.  

“Can I tell you a secret?” you breathed in his ear.  

“Please,” he replied, his hands making their way down to your ass.  

“You’re the one that I think about. It’s your hands that I imagine are touching me when I’m touching myself. You always make me feel so good, Tendou.”

“Ughh why are you doing this to me?” He whined, tipping his head back.  It was then that you noticed the prominent tent in his pants, poking you in the stomach.  

You’d never seen Tendou so flustered in the short time that you’d known him.  He was usually the one making you flustered, not the other way around.  It was a nice change of pace.   It was also refreshing to know you had a kind of power over him, the kind to make him lose his mind.  

“You sure you can’t bail on him?” He asked, hope gleaming in his red eyes.   It made you pause to think about your options, a wicked idea popped into your head.

“Come wait with me?” you began pulling his arm towards the gym doors.  He looked confused, but followed you anyway.  Maybe you needed to give Ushijima a little push, it’s only a bonus that you get to makeout with Tendou too.

_____

The concrete bricks felt cold against the backs of your legs as Tendou shoved you against the locker room corridor hallway, the entrance to the room just around the corner.   One of his hands cradled the back of your head, protecting it from the hard brick while the other pressed bruises into your waist.  His chapped lips scraped against yours in a heated kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, his eventually winning as you whined into his mouth.  He broke the kiss to stroke his own ego, his hands trailing down your sides to play with the waistband of your shorts.  

“So you really think about my hands touching you when you play with that cute little cunt?”

“Please Tendou”, you moaned in response.  

“I think you’ve had enough attention for today, fucking teasing me for the last fifteen minutes. Hell, the last couple weeks actually.  You fucking rile me up just to go fuck some other dude.  You like being a little slut? Hmm?”  

You were at a loss for words.  As much as his words were turning you on, you knew there was some truth behind them.  He was onto your antics and done with them.  

“You think I don’t know why we’re making out right by the locker rooms?  Are you trying to make Ushijima feel like he’s missing out or something?  Being all cute with me to show him how good of a girlfriend you’d be? Well fuck that shit. Get on your knees slut.”

He removed his hand from your waistband and brought them to your shoulders guiding you down to your knees. You couldn’t even rest on your calves, you had to stand up as tall as you could on your knees to be eye level with the imprint in his shorts.  

“Fuck, it doesn’t take much, does it?” He scoffed as he pulled his shorts down to reveal his hard, heavy cock.

“Aw you didn’t think we’d take it this far, didja?  Better make this quick if you don’t want your boyfriend to catch us!” Tendou tilted his head to the side, a smirk plastered on his face while he caressed the top of your head.  

You opened your mouth to lap up the precum on his tip, swirling your tongue along the soft skin on the head of his cock.  

“Nah, I don’t feel like being teased anymore today.” Tendou spoke as he readjusted his grip on your head, scooting you back until you were trapped between the painted brick wall and his body.  You didn’t have a moment to adjust before his cock was plugging up your throat, making you gag around him.  The pace started brutally, shoving in and out of your mouth.  It was all you could do to keep up, running your tongue against the engorged vein on the underside of his cock.  He never eased up until you tapped his thigh signifying you had enough.  

“Too much?” he condescended.  You looked back up at him with watery eyes, swallowing as many breaths as you could before it all started over again.  

“This would have been much nicer for both of us if you hadn’t ditched me,  I would’ve made you feel so good, baby.”  He paused to take in your appearance, you looked so pretty like this.  Your hair was a mess, eyes watery, lips so fucking swollen, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, your chest heaving, and he had a great view down your shirt.  Is this what his captain got to see everyday?  The thought filled him with rage.  If he had known he’d come to feel this way about you, he would’ve just asked you out, not asked you to be the manager.  Ushijima wouldn’t have ever noticed you had it not been for him!  Fuck, that’s annoying.

“Ya ready for a little more?”

You smiled at him through bated breaths, nodding your head.  Things hadn’t gone exactly to plan, but you were still having a good time.  You opened your mouth, closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue, ready for whatever he had to give you.  Tendou bent down into a squat until his mouth hovered just above yours.  You felt something warm and sticky hit your tongue, you opened your eyes only to find a thin line of spit connecting Tendou’s lips with the liquid pooling in your mouth. Did he just spit in your mouth?  Before you could say anything he was back on his feet, cock in his hand, rolling it in the spit laying on your tongue.  He inched his way back into your throat, watching your eyes water with every thrust of his hips.  

“Fuck you’re gonnna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that.” He continued thrusting, your throat convulsing around his cock.  

“You’re gonna leave here with a tummy full of cum, ok sweetie?” His breaths and thrusts were becoming stuttered, he was close.  

“You’re gonna fuck Ushijima with my cum swirling around in your stomach.”  He whimpered, talking himself into an orgasm. With his hips giving one final thrust, you felt the back of your throat flood with cum.  Tendou held his hips flush to your mouth for a few seconds, emptying himself completely into your stomach.  He hissed as he pulled your head off of his now oversensitive cock.  

“Lemme see.” he sighed.   You stuck out your tongue, displaying your empty mouth to him.  

“Mmm good girl.”  He offered you his hand to help you up off of your knees.  He tucked himself back into his pants as the locker room door creaked open.  

“That’s my queue!” Tendou pulled you in for one final kiss, moaning as the taste of his cum hit his tongue.  And with that, he shrugged his backpack onto his shoulders and took off walking down the hallway.  

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You walked face first into a warm chest when you rounded the corner leading to the locker room door, looking for Ushijima.  Looks like you had found him.  His hair was still damp from the shower, his body was warm and humid through his clothes.  

“Are you ready to go?” He asked.  

“Yea-” you cleared your throat.  “Yeah!” That’s better.  Your voice was horse and your throat was sore.  

Ushijima noted your appearance.  Your hair was messy and your makeup was smudged.  Your lips were bright red and your chin was glistening.  He took your hand in his to begin the quiet walk to his dorm room.  He heard footsteps in the opposite direction, only to turn around to see Tendou walking away from the two of you, a slight pep in his step and unknownst to Ushijima a smug look on his face.  

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