#i'm moving so slow with these requests forgive me

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Got asked for a part 2 of this fic, so here it is!

Warnings: Light fingering,P in v, pregnancy sex.

He couldn't keep his hand's off of you, how could he not? You were so beautiful.

Slinking up behind you, Lucifer let his teeth graze the nape of your neck as he let his fingers graze the small baby bump. "You should be in bed, sleeping."

Letting out a small scoff, you then wrinkled nose leaning back into his embrace. "This sucks, I'm horny."

Giving Lucifer a playful glare, your lips forming into a small pout.

Lucifer chuckled softly at your pout, finding it both adorable and arousing. His nose pressing into your neck inhaling your scent. You smelt so good, so sweet as he let his fingers glide up and your side as he placed another kiss to your neck. "I will be happy to take care of your desire's."

Twirling you, so that you were now facing him.Lucifer captured your lips in a heated and passionate kiss, his nails digging in your hips drawing you in close as his tongue danced with yours. His free hand slipping under your dress, feeling the warmth and wetness between your thighs.Lucifer let out a groan against your lips, his desire for you intensifying.

His fingers teasing your entrance, sliding in and out with a torturous slowness. He pulled away from the kiss, his voice strained. "Tell me, my Queen, what do you want me to do to you? How can I satisfy your cravings?" He then nibbled on your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to hear you beg for it, my beloved. I want to hear you scream my name as I make you come undone."

A weak laugh escaped your lips as you rode his fingers. "You know what I want Lucifer, I want you to fuck me."

Lucifer felt a shudder rush down his spine, the sound's you were making were down right sinful.

You were perfect.

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Wetting his lips, he couldn't help but smile at your words, his own desire surge at your explicit request. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the air. "my little sun, your wish is my command," he whispered keeping you close. You could feel his arousal pressing into your inner thigh.

Then when a swift motion, he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the shared room. Gently laying you down on the bed, his fingers pushing up the soft fabric of the dress you wore. His eyes devouring your naked form, you were so beautiful.

He couldn't look away.

Swallowing thickly, he quickly shed his clothes, his cock already throbbing with need. He then positioned myself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "So beautiful, my love," he growled, his voice laced with hunger, then with one smooth thrust, Lucifer buried himself deep inside of you, filling you completely.

The sensation was electric, the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your moans of pleasure filling the room. He set a relentless pace, pounding into you with a primal intensity. The sound of the bed creaking beneath us. His wing's covering you both as his nose nuzzled your neck until he captured your lips in for a passionate kiss as he continued to thrust into you, your body moving in perfect harmony.

His hands roaming your curves, over your swollen breasts. His fingers gliding over one of your nipples as a soft cry escaped your lips. "You feel wonderful my Queen." He growled out, his voice mixed with pleasure and possessiveness.

Quickening his pace, the sounds of your lovemaking becoming more urgent. He could feel your walls tightening around his shaft, your orgasm approaching. "Cum for me my beloved, I want to feel everything."

As your climax washed over you, Lucifer let go himself as the pleasure consumed him. This was his heaven, his paradise, you were his everything.

Sinking his teeth into your neck, he continued to thrust riding out your orgasm. Your moans filling the room. Finally, spent and breathless, Lucifer collapsed beside you as he pulled you into his arms. "You are mine, thank you forgiving me a second chance

Sighing, you nuzzled into his chest feeling his fingers glide down your back. "Thank you for choosing me."

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[happilyhertale]

Do not sleep - Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Summary: An evening with your husband can be exhausting – but Daemon has no interest in letting you sleep.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Sex (p in v)

Author’s note:

I'm sorry it took so long for this story to come! But now, on the occasion of my 2k follower anniversary, a little Daemon Smut for you!

The story can be read as a stand-alone story or as a sequel to "Shared Future" English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.4 k

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Your eyes slowly close, but the smile doesn't leave your lips. The blanket envelops your bare skin, which is covered in a light sweat. Daemon's deep laugh echoes lightly through the room, a reaction to you calling him silly.

He presses his face gently into the crook of your neck, wrapping both arms around you from behind. He holds you so tightly that for a brief moment you fear you will never be able to move again. The warmth of your body flowing through Daemon's slowly makes him close his eyes too. His head is swimming, but he struggles to stay awake. It's just too good to be in your arms, he doesn't want to lose it.

"Don't fall asleep," he whispers suddenly, "I can't let you go yet.... Don't let you drift off to sleep yet"

You smile as his voice rings out, your eyes flutter open for a brief moment, but you lose the battle.

"Why...?" you finally whisper. Daemon gently brushes his nose along your neck, "Because I enjoy holding you like this.... I don't want to stop," he whispers softly.

But you only answer him with a sleepy moan.

"Please... just ten more minutes... Then I'll let you sleep," he whispers, even he knows how ridiculous this request is, but he can't help himself.

You laugh softly now, but you give in, "Okay... ten more minutes," you say softly and turn around in his arms, your purple Targaryen eyes meeting.

"But you'll be the one who's grumpy in the morning if you didn't get enough sleep," you say softly.

Daemon smiles gently, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel his chest rise and fall as his breathing slows and he just smiles at you. His fingers glide gently down your neck, leaving a tingling trail on your soft skin. His caresses continue on your shoulder as he begins to hum. Your smile widens as his deep voice rings out.

"A song of ice and fire..." he whispers. "And blood..."

He continues, looking deep into your eyes.

"I think my father made the right decision when he announced that I had to marry you," you whisper, biting your lip lightly.

"We're going to have a wonderful Targaryen family..." you whisper, running your hands over his firm chest – you feel the scars, achievements of dragon fire and battles.

Daemon leans forward, cupping your lips with his. His hands reach for your hips and he begins to caress your body. Almost gently, his fingers wander over your curves, gripping your soft flesh.

As Daemon processes your words, his lips curl into a smile.

"And an incredible marriage..." he whispers, letting his fingers slide on, "We are the definition of Targaryen. We would make Aegon and his sisters proud"

Your lips almost touch as you bite your lip lightly. Then you lean up and Daemon growls, disappointed at first. But then you swing your leg over his hip and you sit astride him, your hands sliding naturally onto his chest as your hips move slightly.

"Do you really think Aegon the Conqueror would be proud?" you ask seductively and Daemon growls slightly again, but this time not out of disappointment.

"That I married my uncle? That we'll have pure Targaryen children..." you say softly. His hands slide along your thighs to your hips, gripping you as his grin widens.

"I think he'd be proud to know that our house is as close to the gods as humans can get," he says playfully, no longer as serious as he usually is, but you manage to rouse his playful nature. You can see him staring at your body in the light of the candles, your curves and the way your body moves.

"Do you think the gods would approve of what we're doing?" he asks in a teasing tone. There's a certain innocence in the way he wants to hear your answer, but that doesn't make it any less attractive.

You start to move your hips a little more, eliciting another growl from Daemon. "I don't care what the gods think.... I love you..." you finally say softly, "And I love the fact that we're going to have pure Targaryen children..." you say seductively.

"That your seed makes me swell with your baby..." you say softly, watching Daemon's grin widen.

He slowly loses control of himself as you sit astride him and your hips move slightly. His fingers glide over your soft skin, leaving a fiery trail behind them as they slide to your bum and grab you. The fact that your skin is not covered by any clothes only excites him more. Your words intensify this arousal. The pride in his Targaryen heritage, the love and respect he feels for you, and how both together arouse him. He stares at your body and whispers softly as you move your hips.

"Does it make you proud? To have the blood of Aegon the Conqueror in you?" His voice is hoarse and a little rougher due to fatigue. There is passion and lust in his tone.

You listen to these words, loving the deep vibration of his voice as you reach for his hand and slowly guide it from your bum to your womanhood. You press his fingertips against your sensitive pearl, pushing your hips forwards slightly and making a rumbling sound in his chest.

"Yes..." you finally breathe, "Does it turn you on to have your niece as your wife...?" you ask softly, your voice a little breathless.

"It does," he whispers without hesitation, his voice a little rougher than usual. His hand trembles slightly, but he keeps it firmly where it belongs.

He stares at you as he presses his fingers onto your bundle of nerves. With your mouth slightly open, you sit on him and savour the feeling. He moans slightly as his fingers leave circular motions. His lust has taken control of his usual calm. There's something about this moment that feels more real than most.

You close your eyes and moan slightly as your hips continue to move.

The movement of his fingers is deliberate, but he takes his time. This is different from your previous lovemaking. He wants to see you squirm, he wants to see you moan. He wants to watch you while your body feels this pleasure.

There is nothing else on his mind but your body at this moment.

His fingers move faster, he feels the slickness of your arousal, smearing the wetness along your folds. Your fingers dig into his chest as you lean forward slightly, and another grunt escapes Daemon. His arousal can no longer be denied, his hardness presses against you and he begins to move his hips. Slowly he pushes it through your folds, making you shudder and whimper slightly. He watches you closely, but then he bites his lip and his free hand moves to your hip and his fingers explore your body, caressing your skin and playing with your flesh.

His hand glides down your body, over your soft skin, until he reaches for your breast and you gasp. His thumb teases your nipple while his other hand doesn't stop moving.

"Gods..." you whimper.

His cock continues to slide through your folds, back and forth, as his growl gets louder.

"Say it..." he suddenly whispers breathlessly, "Say you want to keep enjoying this. Say you want me to keep doing this until you can't take it anymore..."

His touch is gentle but firm – you can feel the heat of his fingers.

"Make me... make me squirm... make me come..." you whimper softly as your hips move almost desperately against his fingers.

Daemon grins slightly as he hears your words, noticing how your hips push against his fingers. He grunts slightly, his other hand finding its way to your hip, holding you tight.

"I'm your eager niece..." you suddenly whisper as you moan out.

His grin widens at the sound of your words. His hardness slides through your folds with each of his movements, soaked with your wetness.

"You will be the mother of my children and they will have your beauty and my strength," he whispers softly. He notices your thighs begin to tremble and he grunts again.

"Say my name," he whispers suddenly, "Say my name while I give you pleasure"

But you only moan as your fingers dig deeper into his chest. The movements of his fingers bring you to climax. Your head falls back as you moan loudly. Daemon feels the spasms of your cunt on his fingertips and he grunts loudly.

"Daemon... Daemon..." you whimper as his fingers continue to move.

Daemon smiles, his breathing heavy – he knows what you like.

"Good girl," he whispers as his fingers move slower. His other hand releases your hip and leaves caresses on your body, "But did I say you could come?" he whispers teasingly.

You're breathing heavily, still sitting astride him. His fingers are still embracing your womanhood.

"Forgive me..." you say with a gasp and a slight blush adorns his cheeks.

"You don't have to ask for forgiveness..." he whispers, but the smug smile doesn't leave his lips. His fingers begin to move again, and he pays attention to every little movement you make. The way your body twitches slightly as his fingers caress your sensitive pearl – his own arousal not gone in the slightest.

But his other hand is still on your hip, holding you tight. "It's not like you have much control over your body right now..." His voice is soft again, but you can hear the teasing.

You whimper slightly as his fingers move faster.

"Don't..." you whimper, trying to escape his grip.

"I'm sensitive... Daemon" you whimper, leaning on his chest and trying to lift your hips to move your womanhood away from his fingers.

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" *he whispers in his deep voice, "I love seeing your face when your body betrays you."

He watches closely how you react, every feature of your face, how your lips are slightly parted. The almost desperate, yet aroused, look in your eyes. Your face is so beautiful as you feel this way, and he can see that you're so close again and he's in control. 

"Good girl," he grunts as he notices your hips starting to move again.

Your eyes roll into the back of my head and you moan as you suddenly come again and soak his fingers. Your moaning and whining echoes in your chambers, accompanied by his grunting.

"Good girl..." he repeats his words and he grins.

Your body is his, and he's enjoying it. But he's still not done with you.

"We're not done yet..." He whispers softly as his fingers slow down. His voice is hoarse; there's so much lust in it.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispers softly.

Without hesitation, he grabs your hips and lifts you up a little. He positions you just right, guiding the tip of his throbbing member to your drenched entrance. The feeling of your wetness on his cock sends a wave of pleasure through him, making his desire burn even hotter.

You moan as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance. He growls in response to your moans and his dominant nature takes over. The urge to claim you, his wife. The urge to feel your tightness consumes him completely. Without hesitation, he thrusts, slowly filling you inch by inch.

Your wetness surrounds him, your tightness grips his cock and he can't help but let out a deep, guttural growl. The feeling is overwhelming, the passion almost unbearable. He relishes the feeling of being buried deep inside you.

"You're so fucking tight... so wet..." he grunts as his hands rest on your hips, guiding you faster.

You slam yourself onto his cock over and over again. Daemon's eyes burn with desire as he watches him disappear into your tight cunt over and over again, as you ride him, soaking his cock.

"It hurts..." you whimper, but it turns him on even more and you can't stop as his cock teases your walls to the extreme.

"You like it when I take you like this, don't you?" he grunts.

"When I fill your pretty little cunt.... Feel every inch of me... take it," he grunts

You can only whimper and your cunt clenches around his cock again.

"Oh yes... I can feel you tightening... you love the way I fuck this cunt," he grunts.

His fingers dig into your hips as he matches your pace. Thrusting deep to meet your eager movements. The chambers are filled with the sounds of your lovemaking and your bodies slapping together.

His cock teases the rough spot deep inside you and you moan. Again and again he thrusts deep, making you squirm and whimper. The familiar pressure in your lower abdomen builds up again and your body trembles slightly. You bite your lip, your eyes closed.

"Daemon..." you can only whimper and then your walls clenches hard around his cock, milking it.

"Yes... Take my seed and let the baby grow," he hisses as he grunts loudly. His fingers dig deep into your soft flesh as he feels a twitch go through his balls and into his cock. You're still bouncing on his cock, your eyes closed, your mouth wide open as you moan, your cunt still clenching around his hard manhood. And that's enough for Daemon – he watches you, sees your breasts bouncing, he just grunts loudly, thrusts deep inside you once more and cums deep inside you.

He grunts and groans and closes his eyes. You're still moving your hips as the grip of his fingers loosens slightly. You breathe heavily and look at him while his eyes are closed and his heartbeat makes his whole chest tremble. For a moment it seems as if he's asleep – he just looks content. This brings a small smile to your lips and you lean down, your breathing still intermittent, but you can't resist. You kiss him gently. His lips curl into a smile as your lips meet. His eyes are still closed, his breathing is heavy, but his arms are now around you, holding you close.

"Now you may sleep...," he mumbles breathlessly and you respond with a giggle as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

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[heeliopheelia]

"this is not your fault" (jake x reader)

genre: angst, fluff word count: 0.8k requested by nonnie ♡

warnings: crying, mentions of an argument

You check the clock for the nth time this night. 3:32 am. With your throat tight, you turn on your side, somehow unable to find a comfortable enough position on your couch. The guilt has been eating you from the inside for the past two hours.

You're well aware that you're the one who was in the wrong for the whole time. It took you three hours to let go of your pride and stubbornness and finally acknowledge that. All the yelling and mean words you spat on your boyfriend keep running over your mind like a broken record and you have to cover your face with your hands to try and somehow block these thoughts out for even couple minutes.

There are no excuses for your behavior, you know that. No bad day at work, no matter how frustrating, should ever make you snap like that and take all of the increasing tension out on your boyfriend. Jake has always been nothing but patient with you, calmly enduring your mood swings and every tiniest outbursts of yours. Which is why you feel such resentment towards yourself for hurting him this much.

You're facing the backrest of the couch, eyes squeezed tightly as you try to force the tears to stay unshed, so you get really caught off guard when you feel a fluffy blanket draping over your body.

"You're gonna catch a cold, silly," he mumbles quietly, thinking you're asleep.

He carefully tucks the blanket around your shivering body and your heart swells in its size at his kindness. The second that you hear him shuffling away from you, you swing your legs to the side and sit up on the couch, trapping his waist in between your arms.

"Don't go," you let out a whimper, letting all of the tears flow down your cheeks.

And he listens to you. Jake doesn't move an inch, hating to see you suffering so much. He's already used to dealing with your pride, and although he can't say you didn't hurt him today, he hates witnessing you breaking down even more. He can clearly hear the shortness of your breath as you sob quietly, fingers clenching tightly on his tank top.

You stay like that for couple minutes - you clinging onto him with all of your might, face buried in his stomach as his fingers gently comb through your hair. After another moment, he finally loosens your grip on his middle and crouches down in front of you, letting you snuggle into his neck instead.

His lips press to the crown of your head lovingly, hands holding you closely to his chest as your tears soak through his clothing.

"I'm sorry," you mumble incoherently, sniffling between your words. Your breathing comes out sharp and stuttered but Jake's hand still stroking your hair slowly starts to soothe you. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, this is not your fault alone," he says, leaning his chin on your shoulder before placing a kiss on your neck. "I could've been more understanding too."

"No, this one's entirely on me," you manage to say as you clench your hands on the back of his tank top. "And I'm really sorry, Jake. Please forgive me. I'm never gonna let my frustrations out on you, I promise."

With a sigh, he pulls away and cups your face in between his slim fingers. Your tear-stained cheeks glisten in the dark room and Jake wipes them away with the back of his hand, leaning in to kiss your brow bone warmly.

"I forgave you the second I left the room. I came to check up on you cause you haven't come back to bed, love. If I knew you were here wide awake for all this time, I would've come and get you sooner instead of letting you cry in here all by yourself."

"It's what I deserved, Jake. How do you even still put up with me after all this time?" You ask, reaching your hand out to stroke his cheek softly. "You're so sweet. Way too good for me."

"Don't say that," he scolds you gently before leaning in and pressing your lips together. His kisses are slow and so full of love that you find yourself on the verge of breaking down again. You can feel his fingers swiping underneath your eyes, getting rid of all the tears that have managed to escape your eyes again. "No more crying, okay? Wanna go to bed now? We should probably get some sleep."

You nod your head, letting him wrap his arms around you and lift you up. He pulls you closely to his chest and pecks your head, muttering a quiet love you in your hair.

As all of the previous guilt and self-loathing slowly starts fading away, you catch yourself falling asleep the second your bodies hit the soft bed, safely tucked in Jake's arms.

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[luvingshidou]

I HATE MYSELF RN. I had a request about how bllk boys would react walking in on us like doing ballet stretches or doing ballet and like we haven't told them so they'd be surprised , and I was writing, and by accident I posted it wouldn't let me private it, and I deleted it. CUZ IM SLOW BUT anways here's ur request, anon!!! (I'm acc stupid pls forgive me😞😞💔💔💔💔)

MESMERISED.

bllk boy x fem! ballerina! reader

THANK U ANON ILY🫶🫶🫶😇😇😇 SORRY AGAINNN

established relationship

probs ooc

characters: rin itoshi, shidou ryusei & michael kaiser.

RIN ITOSHI

Rin was coming back from practice he was earlier than usual. He texted you saying that he was coming home early, but you didn't answer he figured you were just sleeping like you usually were. As soon he got to the house, he walked to the living room to find you mid stretch. Your ballet shoes on the floor beside you. Shit, how were you going to explain this to Rin.

"Rin, look, I'm sorry for not telling you—" You say you felt bad for keeping it a secret from him. Rin didn't say anything back but just stood there in suprise.

"Why??? Why didn't you tell me??? It's not like I was going to hate you for it." Rin finally says, a very, very slight frown on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I actually haven't told anyone, I was scared people would make fun of me for ballet and doing ballet shows." You say it was true you were scared you get made fun of, so you ultimately kept it a secret.

"That's a stupid fucking reason, why would I make fun of you for ballet???" Rin looked down at you raising an eyebrow. You knew you should have told him sooner, but you were you'd always get nervous and pussy out of saying it to him. H

"I knowwww, I'm sorry." You say, frowning slightly. You felt guilty for not telling him. Really guilty.

"Just next time, let me see one of your ballet shows, alright???" He says, smiling slightly as he looked at you.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

Shidou was currently walking to your house. He was bored and wanted to hang out with you. As he walked to your house, he rang the doorbell but no answer, he rang the doorbell again but you still hadn't answered. Luckily, he may or may not have stolen your spare keys. He opened the door and called out to you.

"BABEEEEEEEE." He called out, but he was met with silence. He walked over to your living room to see you practing your positioning, headphones in which somehow blocked you from hearing him. You nearly felt soul leave your body when you saw him stood there.

"Ryu, what the fuck—" You say, but were immediately met with Shidou wrapping his arms around your waist, spinning you around.

"PRINCESSSS, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU DID BALLET?!?!?" Shidou says, grinning as he continues to spin you around. He continues spinning you for another couple of second before he stops.

"Ryu— I was planning on telling you sometime, I was." You say, letting out a sigh. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

"Yeah, yeah, doesn't matter now!!! Ya know, you should have told meeee I could have cheered my baby on." He says, still grinning, still hugging your waist.

"You can come to my next compensation???" You say, smiling softly at him as he clung to you.

"REALLYYYYYYYY??????" He says as he starts to spin you around again, a wide ass grin still on his face.

MICHAEL KAISER

Michael was coming back from a photo shoot, some brand or something. For once, he was actually early coming home to you. He was tired from posing all day, so he couldn't wait to cuddle up with you. As soon as he opened the door, he caught you mid spin. You moved so gracefully that he couldn't help but stare at you he was practically mesmerised by you. As you finished, you saw Michael standing there.

"Micha, why are ya home so early?!?!?" You say, slightly surprised, your cheeks flushed from embarrassment. You haven't told Michael that you do ballet shows sometimes.

"Fucking hell angel, you move so gracefully, I think I might be hypnotised." Michael say, chucking slightly as he walks up to you, smirking to himself.

"Micha, I wanted to tell you I did ballet and ballet shows, but— it could distract you from your football—" You tried to explain yourself as best as you could but Michael cut you off.

"That doesn't matter, love. I want to watch your show, no matter what, you hear me." Michael says, his smirking growing wider. "Can't wait to tell everyone this pretty ballerina is mine."

(GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS FOR CHARACTERS IF YOU WANT A PART 2)

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[luveline]

Hey Jade! Could I request some more kisses before dinner au? Steve and reader both have a bad day (Reader with her pregnancy and steve is just overwhelmed with looking after everone?) and they have a fight in the evening before, during or after dinner. The girls get a little upset and make a plan to get the two talking again and to make up and the night ends with a big cuddle. Thank you, love you and your work, you're actually so beautiful! Xx

HI!! thank you so much angel, I hope this is OK!! ♥ dad!steve x pregnant!reader, 3k.

You said we could do this. 

Steve thinks about that line most of all. Your argument blurred into one big glob of anger, wanting to be right and silly grievances, fatigue. The only thing that stuck out was your upset face as you'd sniffled and murmured, "You said we could do this," like Steve had let you down. 

Steve regrets arguing with you, but what he hates most is having lost his cool in front of the girls. He resents himself for it as much as he does you, and he's finding it difficult to let any of it go. 

It's Avery who's claimed his lap, while Bethie and Dove lean on either side of you, Dove's face against the bump of your stomach like a pillow. Steve strokes hair out of his eldest daughter's face one silky strand at a time. He knows the girls aren't used to fighting, Steve grew up seeing it, and he didn't want his kids to see it because he knows it creates a strange and sometimes suffocating anxiety, so you and he have always argued in private when you could. 

You're very pregnant (exhausted, hormonal, going through huge changes) and Steve is trying to do a lot more to account for that (similarly exhausted, and wondering if perhaps he has sympathy hormones). The baby bump means you can't and shouldn't be doing as much. You've worked your entire pregnancy, through two trimesters of intense morning sickness, and the third and last trimester offered a reprieve from that and nothing else. 

As your uterus moves and your bump drops to make room for the last hurdle of the baby's growth, you can hardly breathe. You're always aching. Steve insists you take it easy and even if he didn't insist it's not exactly a conscious decision either of you van make. Being kind to yourself is being kind to the baby, and you're the best mom in the world —you're slowing down whether anyone likes it or not. 

Worse, your Braxton Hicks have started. They come at irregular times and never last long, but each time prompts the am I going into labour early? panic. It's not fair, Steve wishes he could take it from you, and he doesn't want you to do more than you can, but he needs a little more room to breathe, and some forgiveness. 

Because Steve did assure you that you could do this. You wouldn't have agreed to another baby if you didn't think it yourself, neither of you being that irresponsible. Lots of things come before wanting. Steve wants a big family, he could cry every time he looks at you lately and the unignorable evidence of another family member to love and cherish that is your distended stomach, but he loves the one he has now. Before you even thought about trying for your fourth, you had to know it wouldn't hurt your first three, or each other. 

Steve knows you can do this. He can do it. Today was just a bad day, and he needs your faith in him, or this is never going to work. 

Steve wants to say that to you, now he's had time to think. I'm sorry I let you down, but I need you to forgive me, and I need you to trust me that we can do it. He also wants to say Thanks for being a dick about Beth's doctor's appointment, obviously I forgot to take her on purpose, I just don't like her. He decides he hasn't calmed down enough to talk to you yet. He's mad at you but he fucking loves you, he doesn't want to hurt your feelings anymore than he already has. 

Avery kisses Steve's cheek unexpectedly, snapping him from a reverie of racing thoughts. He meets her gaze to ask what she wants, but she's swift to slide down the lengths of his legs and onto the floor. 

"Bethie," she says, meandering to where her sister sits, hands catching on Bethie's bare knees, "do you want to come and colour in with me?" 

"Why don't you bring your colours down here?" you ask. 

"I don't want to carry the table," Avery says, referring to the green and purple picnic bench she has in her room. She can't carry it, even though it's only small. She's smaller. 

"I can grab it for you, Ave," Steve says. 

"That's okay, daddy, you're tired. Please, Bethie? I need your help staying in the lines." 

Bethie raises her eyebrows. Reluctant, she climbs off of the sofa and Avery takes her hands. Steve can hear them whispering as they reach the stairs, their creaking steps covering words but not sounds. 

Steve usually puts his life into perspective quite easily. He doesn't often get angry, having had the privilege to choose pretty much every aspect that's worth agonising over. He was lucky enough to love you, and to have you love him back. He was lucky enough to have a say when you got pregnant accidentally the first time, and beyond privileged to be able to ask again, and to have you yes, to want to say yes to the second, the third, the fourth. 

He doesn't get angry at you much. When you're mean, of course, when you fall for the same weaknesses he might. A short temper, a mistimed snark. He was really mad at you a few years ago when you burned your arm on a pan he told you multiple times was hot. He was so mad he couldn't speak not that long ago when you assured him you could clean the hot sauce off of his first Hellfire shirt with a lemon and ended up bleaching the black sleeve a mottled brown. But you were cleaning his shirt because you loved him. You burnt yourself trying to help him clean your shared kitchen. All these things he's angry about, they're mistakes, or they're moments of weakness in a long receipt of kindness, and sweetness. Plus, you're the prettiest woman he's ever met, you're prettier every day. That deserves something, he thinks. Reverence, patience, anything you need if it means he gets to keep being with you, gets to keep having these stupid fights. 

And there it is. The anger wears away. Steve remembers how much he loves you (which hadn't been in doubt, the love part, but the volume —when he's mad, he loves you astronomically, and when he isn't, he loves you so much they haven't made a word for it). He wants to say sorry and have you say it back. You'll kiss him and let him hold you, his hand over your tummy, and hopefully you'll admit to understanding where he's coming from. If he's really lucky, you'll let him massage your shoulders, or hold the bump up to take the weight off. 

"Dove!" Bethie shouts from the top of the stairs. "Dove, come and help, please? We need another hand for the drawing!"

Dove perks up by your side. She slides off of the couch with little convincing, your fingers twisting a curl of her hair as she goes. 

"Have to help me," Dove says. Bethie sighs and begins down the stairs to fight the baby gate. 

Steve opens his mouth about the second they're both out of earshot again and you still beat him to it. 

"Baby brain made me act like a bitch. Sorry." 

"I knew it was baby brain and I still took the bait, so…" 

"You think I was baiting you?" you ask. 

"Not on purpose?" Steve rests his cheek across the top of the couch, fake leather cool on his skin. "You had a real reason to be mad at me. I said you didn't have to take her and then I let you down." 

"You didn't let me down," you say.

"And you're not a bitch," he says,

"I feel really embarrassed after we argue. Maybe you make me feel that way," you say, looking down at your hands, "but I don't think so. I wish you wouldn't get so mad with me." 

"I wish I didn't, either." 

"Not that we don't both get angry."

"I know what you meant." The conversation is stilted and jagged and frankly painful to manoeuvre. "Do I really make you feel embarrassed?" he asks. 

"No," you say. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm trying to say. This part never gets any easier." 

"But we'll keep doing it?" 

You put both hands over your bump and give him a long, serious look. "Yeah." 

Steve shuffles closer to you on the couch and tries to land you both on the same page. "What did you mean by that? That I make you feel embarrassed after we fight? I'm not mad, I just don't get it." 

You offer your hand as though you're afraid he'll reject it, pinky finger bumping his where it rests on his thigh. Steve takes it gently. 

"Stevie, sometimes, you get really mad when we fight and I– I don't blame you because I know why you get mad like that, and you've never been cruel to me for the sake of it, you aren't cruel. You've never hurt me just being angry. You've said stuff to me that hurt my feelings–" 

"I've never hurt you for no reason," he says, worried, hoping you'll agree. 

"Of course not. Steve, you've barely hurt me. But I… I think I feel embarrassed after we fight 'cos I can't stand thinking you had that much disdain for me." You squeeze his fingers. "Even for a minute. Which isn't your fault, that's how being angry works. You get so annoyed at someone that you lose it."

"I don't hate you, though," he murmurs. "You really think I have disdain for you? 'Cos I don't, honey. Not for a millisecond. That's not what it'd be about." He can't believe he's loved you this long and this is the first he's hearing about this feeling in particular. "When we were fighting earlier, I wasn't thinking about how awful you are or anything like that." 

"What were you thinking?" you ask hesitantly. 

"That I wish you'd see my side." It comes out in a rush, a sigh, his hand sliding up your wrist. "I just wanted you to see my fucking side for once."

"Are you kidding?" you say. 

He backtracks. "Sorry, not for once. That wasn't fair. It's what I was thinking, though" 

Much less insulted by his thoughts at the time of a blow up argument than the notion that he thought you were refusing to see his side after you literally asked him to tell you his side a second before, you relax. Or, you sag, and your brows pull together in pain, free hand moving to your chest. 

Steve sidles in as close to your side as he can get and covers your hand with his. "You okay?' he asks softly. 

"I'm fine. Tell me your side."

"I'm sorry for upsetting you," he says honestly. "But I need you to cut me some slack. I know you're having a really hard time right now, and I know you know I'm trying to make it work just as much as you are. Is that okay?"

You take his hand from your chest and put it over your baby bump. He could weep with relief. 

"That's okay. I really am sorry, Steve, I know I took it too far." 

"Well, I got angry twice. I wish you'd told me how you felt about it, you know? I would've told you a long time ago that I– I love you even when you're pissing me off. You don't have to feel embarrassed thinking you've lost my respect or something." 

"I know it doesn't make sense," you say. 

"But if that's how you feel," he says. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just want us to be okay again. 

"We're okay again," you say, staring at him for a few long, slow seconds. "I love you." 

"That's the best one, right? After we fight? I love you, too," he says, hand slipping under your shirt. He'd do it if you weren't pregnant, but now you are he does it for a different reason, feeling along your ballooned tummy for something in particular. "Has she been kicking today?" 

"Only every time you talk," you say, beaming, knowing how special that is. You move his hand to the very top of your bump. "Feels like she's inside my lungs. Would you…" 

Steve grins and leans down. You pull the hair from his eyes, holding him to your chest. "Listen, lovely girl. You gotta give your mom a break, go back to sitting on her bladder for a bit. The only person who should be making her breathless is me." 

"Corny," you say, scratching his hair. 

Steve puts his ear to your stomach. She won't talk back, and he can't hear much, but he tricks himself into thinking your weird stomach gurgling is the baby speaking. 

"No," Avery says, much closer than Steve thought she was, the troupe of them having made their way downstairs while Steve was busy laying on your stomach. "This will work, Beth."

"I don't want them to be angry," Bethie says. 

"They won't be angry with us. Mom doesn't get mad, she gets disappointed, and dad only shouts when I den-danger my safety." 

You snort and Steve tries uselessly to cover your mouth. "It's a make up plan," you whisper. 

"Oh. We have to still be fighting, then," Steve says. He springs up, gives you a very tender if he says so himself kiss to your cheek, and crawls back to his empty seat. 

"Let's go," Dove insists, prancing through the open door. 

You and Steve try to look dreadfully morose. 

"Daddy," Avery says, "Mommy, we made you something to say thanks for being the best dad and mom's ever made."

"You did?" you ask. 

"And to stop worrying," Bethie says, drifting toward Steve on automatic. 

"My loves," you begin. Steve knows what you'll say —We're sorry. 

"Just listen!" Avery insists. "You're the bestest ever, and we have the new baby coming and we'll have to take new photos but we can't because she's still getting bigger, so we drew one." 

"Baby photos always make you happy," Beth says.

It's a family portrait on a jagged edged, five feet long piece of paper from one of their paper rolls. You're all very tall and there have been efforts to make each person individual. Steve stands out as the only one with shorts and no eyelashes. Your baby bump has been drawn like you're carrying Pluto around in your abdomen, and Dove is quite small in comparison. Avery has drawn herself to Steve's left, and Bethie stands to hers. It's the most impressive thing Steve has ever seen. 

"Oh, wow," he says. 

"Woah," you agree. 

"This is me," Dove says, pointing at herself. 

"That's me," Bethie says, almost dropping her corner of the portrait.

"And there's me and dad and mom and baby," Avery says, pointing at each figure, her arm blocking the crayon hair. "We're the biggest family ever." 

"And the best," Bethie says.

"Best," Dove agrees. 

If things hadn't been okay between you and Steve before, they are now. In an instant. The girls have presented you with evidence of his very greatest achievements. 

"How much do you think it would cost to get that framed?" he asks you. 

Your laugh jumps from you as though it had a mind of its own, loving and exhausted, fond. Unsurprised. 

"Couple hundred bucks," you say, hand cupping the bottom of your stomach. 

"We have that, right? To spare?" 

You absolutely don't. Steve says it to make you laugh again, only half joking, and is rewarded by your happy smile. You shuffle down the couch into his arms and he wraps you up without closing his arms, hands extended to the girls where they hesitate. 

"Come on," he says, waving his hand toward your back, "this mom sandwich is missing at least three pieces of bread." 

Avery cheers and sprints into his reach. Beth and Dove aren't far behind. 

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kisses before dinner au

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I have a Drabble request!

Loki wanting some cuddles from his gf after a rough day. Saying sweet nothings to each other while maybe eating some desserts! Appease the sweet tooth lol

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AN: Sorry it's taken me 50 years to write this for you! I've kept it as close to the request as I could, but couldn't think of a way to weave in the dessert aspect. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! xx

You know something is wrong from the minute the door closes behind him. It's not a slam, but there's enough force behind the action to make your head snap up from the book you're reading.

He stalks off in the direction of the kitchen without so much as a glance in your direction - that alone is enough to tell you that he's rattled. Exceptionally rattled.

Though, he has just spent the day with Tony in his endeavours to try and fuse Midgardian science with Asgardian magic. Even after all the years that have passed and the many times that Loki has proven himself, there's still barely disguised hostility from the rest of the Avengers towards him. It breaks your heart.

You can hear him aimlessly opening and closing cupboards and drawers in the small kitchen. He's not looking for anything, rather, he's embarrassed. Embarrassed to admit that the jibes and jokes get to him, that he's not the invincible being he'd like you to think he is.

You close your book and set it on the coffee table, ready to give him whatever he needs.

"Baby?" you call and he instantly stills. It's not a term of endearment you use often, only when you know he needs comfort that he won't seek out for himself.

"Yes?" Loki answers, a quiet roughness lacing the single word.

"C'mere," you say gently, already arranging yourself on the sofa.

There's a millisecond of nothing, then you hear the soft rustle of his clothing until he's standing facing you at the other side of the table. His face is expressionless, but you've known him long enough to see the flashes of pain sparking across his eyes and the small flex of his fingers - almost as if he's reaching out for you.

You cock your head to the side and open your arms. "Come here," you tell him, spreading your knees apart on the plush cushions.

You catch the brief second of his lip quivering before he wordlessly moves to settle between your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head into your neck. You close yourself around him and breathe in his familiar scent.

Home.

"I hope you showed Tony a thing or two today. That man could do with having his ego knocked down a few pegs," your murmur, letting your hand run soothingly along the expanse of his back.

Loki scoffs, his warm breath tickling your neck. "Stark is a pompous ass."

You smile quietly to yourself and press a small kiss into his hair. "He is," you agree, "and he wouldn't have this new Division if it weren't for you. I think he forgets that."

Loki doesn't answer but squeezes your waist in a silent thank you.

You pull him closer and let one hand move to cradle the back of his head. Gentle fingers stroke through his inky curls and you marvel as always at their softness.

"You are extraordinary, my love," you say quietly, continuing to run your hand soothingly along his back. "And Tony will have to recognise that at some point. He won't have a choice."

"You'll forgive me if I don't hold my breath," Loki responds, his voice muffled by how far he's nuzzled himself into your neck.

"Tony will have me to deal with if he doesn't. You know I'm always on your side," you assure him, knowing he needs this more than he'll admit.

There's another heartbeat of silence until you feel Loki's lips press to your skin in a chaste kiss. "I love you," he says simply.

You rest your cheek against his head and he practically purrs with contentment. "I love you. More than you'll ever know."

You keep holding him until his body grows heavy in your arms and his breathing slows down against your neck.

You hold him for as long as he needs you to.

You always will.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

So for the ficlet build your own prompt thing could you maybe do “Should I kiss it better?”, someone who cares, hurt/comfort, and instrument?? (Btw love all your stuff, you’re such a talented writer ❤️)

Aw, that made me blush, thank you so much.

I did a little missing scene thing for your prompt - this would be after Eddie moves in but before these two dumbasses first kiss. Hope you like it. 🥰

I'm celebrating 1k followers - requests are open!

Maybe some day

Rated: T

Words: 996

Tags: domestic fluff; Steve Harrington needs a hug; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Steve is Dustin’s dad; single dad Steve; good babysitter Eddie Munson; flirting; sexual tension; pining (oh God, so much pining)

Notes: Bonus scene to Someone who cares

Dusk is falling as Steve steps out of the elevator. His shoulders are sore from the office chairs, his eyes itching from staring at screens all day, and his head is feeling like someone is digging its way out through his eye socket with a pickaxe. He’s tired and weirdly on edge at the same time.

When he tries to unlock the door, he drops his keys.

“Fuck!” he snaps, then winces. It isn’t like himself, getting this angry at petty inconveniences like that. Then again, it isn’t really the keys he’s angry about. It’s his father and his stupid company and endless board meetings. Himself for being such a fucking pushover, for playing along in this farce.

Taking a deep breath, he wills himself to calm down. His head still wails in protest as he crouches to retrieve the keys.

The foyer is dark and silent, but a keg of light is filtering in from the living room.

Dustin is on the sofa in his pajamas, hands fiddling with something in his lap - Eddie’s guitar. When he hears him approach, he looks up, mouth tugging into an unamused scowl that Steve knows looks a lot like his own.

“Hey, Dad. You’re late.”

“I know,” he grouses, collapsing on the opposite end of the sofa. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Dustin pouts. “I wanted to stay up. Haven’t seen you all day.”

Steve, who was just drawing a breath to argue, snaps his mouth shut. Because the kid's right. He left before Dustin was awake and he’s only returned now, way past his bedtime.

What kind of dad is he?

The sound of something going twang startles him from his stupor.

“Ow,” Dustin yelps. “Shit!”

“Language,” Steve says, at the same time that another voice floats over from the kitchen.

“Jesus, I step out for five minutes and this is what you do?”

Eddie spares Steve a lazy wave, sliding into the spot next to Dustin to assess the damage. Like it's perfectly natural. Like they belong together. His son. The man he's in love with.

“You'll be fine,” Eddie mutters, voice fond. “No real damage done.”

Dustin scoffs, cradling his finger. “Still hurts.”

“I meant the guitar, dipshit.”

Dustin gapes at him. “You're such an ass. I'm injured here!”

“Aw,” Eddie coos, making grabby hands at the finger. “Should I kiss it better?”

Dustin balks.

“You're gross, I'm going to bed! Night, Dad!”

“Love you, too,” Eddie calls after him. “Remember to brush your teeth. Floss, too.”

He watches Dustin stomp off, dark eyes brimming with affection, and Steve’s heart flutters in his chest. Only to drop right out of his body when those eyes shift over to him.

“Rough day?”

“No,” Steve says automatically. Eddie raises an eyebrow, gaze sweeping over his rumpled form. Steve feels himself flush and rubs at his prickling neck. “Yeah, I guess. Just one of those- ow, fuck.”

His muscles scream at the touch and a jolt of pain zaps all the way from his shoulders to his skull. Eddie’s worried face shifts into a slow grin. He raises his hands, fingers wiggling invitingly.

Steve knows he shouldn’t. He’s promised himself to keep his distance, to not give in to his desires. He’s lucky to have Eddie here at all, and the last thing he wants to do is scare him away by doing something stupid. He’d never forgive himself.

But his self-control is a feeble thing, and it’s wearing thinner with each day.

“Okay,” he breathes, shifting his position and loosening his tie.

There’s a hum from behind him, and a shuffling sound, and then the warmth of another body blankets him from behind and deft fingers find the knots in his shoulders. It’s heaven and hell all at once, the sting of his muscles relaxing under Eddie’s touch, the feeling of having Eddie close. The knowledge that all he’d need to do is turn around and reach out and pull him in. Never let him go again.

“Sorry about the guitar,” he says, more to distract himself. “He needs to learn to be more careful with other peoples’ shiiit.”

“‘s okay,” Eddie murmurs, skillfully ignoring Steve’s pained hiss. “He was pretty grouchy about you being late, it was a welcome distraction.”

The familiar guilt settles heavy in Steve’s abdomen and he lets out an involuntary sigh. “Yeah. Sorry about that, too.”

“Don’t be.” Eddie shrugs, the motion pulling them a little bit closer together. “That kid loves the shit out of you. You’re a fantastic dad.”

Steve huffs weakly. “I’m a tired dad with one hell of a headache, that’s what I am.”

“Hm,” Eddie hums, and leans in. His breath is a warm tickle against the shell of Steve’s ear, lips almost touching skin, but not quite. “Y’know, that offer applies to you, too. I can always kiss it better.”

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat.

“Eddie!” Dustin hollers from the bathroom. “Where’s the stupid floss? I can’t find anything with your stuff in here!”

Steve has shot up from the sofa and is halfway across the room before he even processes it.

“I got it,” he blurts. “You stay put, you’ve done enough.”

“Fine,” Eddie quips, and Steve imagines there’s an ever-so-slight undercurrent of disappointment in his voice. “But after, you’re coming back and we’re putting on that stupid show you like. You need to relax, Stevie.”

There's a whole lot of things he needs to do, Steve thinks. Get a hold of himself. Tell his dad to fuck off. Tackle Eddie into the sofa and kiss him senseless, or at least talk about this thing that's crackling in the air between them like electricity.

Some day, he might.

But not today.

Today, he'll lie on the sofa and watch tv with Eddie’s feet in his lap and be thankful to have this mesmerizing man in his life - warm and close and so, so tempting, but not his.

For today, this'll have to be enough.

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Since requests are open again, can I ask for the tan coming home and finds reader in the bath fic please? To this, if I may add that reader slightly hides her moans with her hand because she's shy with how she thinks she sounds and he just gently takes her hand in his to hear her? 🫠🫠 💺 anon

hii!! love it sm omg! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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forgive and forget

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 591

warnings: 18+ sexually explicit content mndi

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When Tangerine would return home late at night, he'd often find you in the bath as you wound down for bedtime, and today was no different.

"Hey," you call out, hearing the front door open and close. "I'm in the bath."

"You are?" Tangerine asks, his tone singsongy as he rushes up the stairs. "Fuck me—" 

He pauses in the doorframe, ogling you in the water, staring at the bubbles along your chest. "Such a fuckin' tease," he adds, watching your knee bend almost seductively. "Looks like I'm back on time tonight," he husks, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he kneels beside the bathtub. 

"No," you say indifferently, shaking your head once. "You were late. Your dinner's in the microwave." 

"Lemme make it up to you," he softly smiles, dipping his hand into the water, running his palm up your thigh. "Please, let me make it up to you," he whispers, bruising your lips with a harsh kiss. "Please?"

Even though you pretended to be mad, watching him plead to touch you did massive things for your ego. Your hunky, beautiful boyfriend on his knees, practically begging- obscene. You wanted to play along with your charade a little longer, but the way he caressed you made you question your strength. 

His lids hang low as he snakes his spare hand behind your neck, pulling you back for another kiss. "Sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips, using that same tone that always gets you. "I'm sorry for being late... I'll make it up to you."

His submerged hand trails higher, lining the crease between your inner thigh and pussy. He notices your stern expression soften, watching your face as you slowly melt and move into his touch.

"Forgivin' me, yet?"

"Shut up," you mumble, guiding and directing his hand to where you need him. 

His middle finger brushes up and through your folds, acting almost instinctively as he reaches your clit, hovering over the nub with a daring smile slapped on his face. "Say you forgive me," he prompts, his lips lingering over your cheek. "Say it... say you forgive me."

"No," 

"Go on," 

"No,"

"Say it..."

"I forgive you," you mutter, your words falling from your lips in an incoherent desperate blabber. 

"Attagirl," he whispers back, kissing a trail up your throat as he rubs slow, small circles over your sensitive mound. 

You grip at his forearm, your nails digging into the swole when you feel him add slight pressure to your clit. 

He just looked so deliciously good like this. Curly strands of hair falling from his slick back-do, framing his face so perfectly as he powers over you, caging you in the tub. One large hand behind your neck, the other strumming your cunt to the prettiest tune.

"So beautiful," he praises, rubbing you a little faster, working you up in the way he knew you loved. "So so beautiful."

His face is mere inches away from yours, his gaze boring into yours, intensely watching the lust cloud your eyes. 

You pull an arm out from under the water, shaking off the suds to place the inside over your face, burying your mouth in your inner elbow to muffle your progressively loud whimpers. 

He instantly notices how you hid your pretty sounds, so he slips his free hand into yours, pulling it away and holding it beside your head. 

"I wanna hear you," he murmurs, barely above a whisper. "I love your noises." He adds, circling your clit just that bit harder to push you over the edge.

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"Enemies" to lovers with Matt | Aching |

thank you so much @fl3wers for the request!! sorry it took so long my love, college was on my ass 😭

warnings: all lowercase, angsty with a dash of fluff, slow-burn/pining

word count: 1.2k

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he was just annoying. not necessarily mean or cruel. and you didn't hate him but he was so gorgeous and so unavailable that you didn't know whether to jump his bones or smack him. not that you'd do either of course. he's nicks brother.

you knew that matt was an anxious person, quiet at times too. maybe you freaked him out with how you talked nonstop whenever you got passionate about things, and maybe the way you always forgot where you put things made him impatient, and maybe the fact that you still talked to him even though you drove him crazy just pushed him into hating you more.

“why are you still here, don't you have a home to go back to?” matt asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his hands gripping the door frame above his head as he tilted his head like an inquisitive puppy.

“why? you sick of me already sunshine?” you teased, poking his ribs as you rolled your eyes, brushing past him to grab your keys.

“hey! where are you going?” he asked immediately, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you back to him. you immediately pulled his arm away from you, ignoring your heart pounding from his simple touch.

“you just asked me to leave dipshit.” you teased, looking at him with a dead stare, your arms crossed. he rolled his eyes at you but you cut him off before he could protest.

“I'm going home” you replied matter-of-factly, his eyes bore into yours before they moved to scan your face. you could've sworn they lingered on your lips for a moment but why would they? omfg focus.

“its past two am.” he stated.

“well done, you can tell the time bernard.”

he rolled his eyes at you, his jaw clenching. fuck why did have to look like that. you turned away from him, moving to grab your jacket but matt stepped in front of you, your head crashing into him. you shove him gently, his hands wrapping around your wrists in annoyance.

“I'm not letting you go home this late, it's too dangerous” he shook his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks, “nick would never forgive me if anything happened to you” he muttered, “stop being stubborn and accept me actually being nice to you for once”

you blushed, looking down at your feet. you hated that he was right, and you hated that he was being nice and you hated his beautiful face.

“fine” you spit out, like the word was on fire in your mouth.

“you can stay in my bed.” he said like it was obvious, letting your wrists go before swiping your keys from the counter and walking away, leaving you standing in the kitchen.

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you ignored his instruction, walking to nicks room instead to ask if you could stay with him. you opened the door, sighing as you see chris's head above the covers with nick snoring beside him. fuck chris and never sleeping in his own bed.

you sighed, closing the door and preparing your stuff to sleep on the sofa but to your surprise, you find matt laying on the sofa, his head resting on his arm as he scrolled through his phone.

“go to your bed matt” you sighed, hitting him on the head with a spare pillow. he laughed at your attack, throwing a cushion back at you.

“see this is why I'm not nice to you, you're never grateful” he smirked, “I told you to take my bed, I'm okay here.”

“you can't tell me what to do bernard” his jaw clenched at the nickname, his eyes closing in frustration.

“fine.” he groaned.

he got up, moving his stuff from the sofa. you hopped on the sofa the second he got off and started making yourself comfortable when you noticed matt do the same on the floor beside you.

“matt what the fuck, go to bed” you laughed. he ignored you, placing down his pillow (and stuffed animal) and getting comfortable.

“you're not the only one who can be stubborn” he smirked, looking up at you smugly as he pulled his blanket around his shoulders.

“youre ridiculous” you rolled your eyes but your cheeks gave you away. you laid back down so he could no longer see your blushing cheeks. you longed to see his face as he continued his teasing but didn’t trust yourself to not kiss him to shut him up.

“youre the one who passed up my gracious offer.” he teased.

“and you're the one who'd rather sleep on the floor than his own bed just to spite me” you teased back, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. there were a couple beats of silence before matt spoke again.

“it's not to spite you”

“what's it for then?” you asked shyly, turning on your side so you were facing towards him, despite still not being able to see his face, just the tips of his hair.

“I don't want to be alone” he whispered.

you quietened, looking down at him shyly.

“you must be pretty lonely if you'd rather have me for company than be alone”

“shut up” he laughed, throwing a pillow at you as you keel over, holding your tummy in laughter.

you both continued your conversation into the night, laughing and joking like you were childhood best friends. it almost felt like a sin, a secret crime committed by your forbidden friendship. you left behind your roles as rivals and simply existed in dumb jokes and embarrassing stories and fond memories.

the night made him softer and it made it harder for you to pretend to hate him. you wished that you were next to him, that you were in his bed with him and that you could hold his hand and play with his hair. you hated how he made you feel like a dumb child with a crush, craving domesticity.

you listened to him tell you about a hockey game where he ended up being sent off (again), his voice lulling you to sleep. everything in you ached for him, you craved closeness and sleepily you reached down for him.

matt noticed your outstretched arm hanging off the sofa. he reached to hold your hand, his heart aching for you close to him but stopped himself, blush rising on his cheeks.

you couldn't have possibly been reaching for him because this wasn't a movie where the boy ends up with his brothers best friend. he turned over, silently cursing himself for starting a dumb rivalry with you instead of kissing you when he got the chance. and so he fell asleep wishing that you had taken his bed so he could've laid with you instead of regretting his choices.

when you woke up, his stuff was gone and you realised he went back to his bed at some point during the night. you sighed, thinking that maybe you two were finally going to drop the facade. that maybe you were what he wanted and not the dumb fights. and so you stared up at the ceiling and wondered if your late night talk was all in your dreams when you should have been waking up with him instead.

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[enderfenderdragon]

can you do tamaki amajiki with a breeding kink? Would also prefer some scenes of him being a switch.

yeah sure, i did make the reader female. is that okay? this is the first request i ever have had, so thank you. hope you like it! :D

also i realised i didn't really do the breeding kink, i just found it hard to write for. i'm so sorry, i know it was what you requested. but i tried to make up for it. i really am sorry. :(

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you moan his name and his thrusts speed up.

"am i doing good?" he asked looking into your eyes with affection and lust.

"y-yes, s-so good" you reply moaning his name once more.

you and tamaki have been at it for about an hour. him switching from being a sub to a dom then a sub again, it seems he likes to be submissive at the hands of y/n. who would of known? one of UA's big three was submissive with his partner.

you hear tamaki growl like a wolf and flips you over to your under side (belly). he starts beating his cock deep inside of your tight walls.

"a-ah!" you moan from surprise.

your moans and cries only make tamaki become even more dominate. but once he starts to get a little too ruff you tell him (more like beg him) to slow down.

"t-tamaki! t-too r-ruff!" you cry. back arching as

his eyes widen and his thrusts stop at once when he heard you cry. apologises and asking if your okay spill from his mouth.

"oh my god, y/n are you okay? i-im s-so sorry, b-baby im sorry" he quickly whispers.

he quickly and gently flips you over and cups your cheek.

"a-are you o-okay? i-im so so s-sorry. p-please f-forgive m-me." he whispers to you. resting his knees on the bed near your feet. his body stiff with anxiety.

you cup his hands on your cheeks.

"y-yes, you were g-great." you whisper back.

his whole body relaxes when you whisper this. you move one of your hands from his hand on your cheek to his cheek.

"b-but you did become a little too ruff. you have to remember, im not as strong as you tamaki" you say to him, voice stern. trying to make him realise or remember that you are indeed, smaller then him.

"i-im sorry b-bunny" he pulls you into a hug. you quickly hug him back and sigh.

"how about we just watch a movie hmm?" you say into his ear making him shiver, also making you laugh.

"d-dont laugh a-at m-me. i-it's n-not funny." he pouts.

"y-yes it is, it so is." you say back to him ruffling his hair.

you stand up and walk to your shared bathroom. you have a shower, and then tamki has a shower. while he is having his shower you get the snacks, the movie, the blankets and all the extra things you need when having a movie night with tamaki.

your sitting down thinking: 'why did tamaki growl, then flip me over. then start beating my pussy? is he okay? is he annoyed at me?'

your thoughts get interrupted when tamaki steps out of the shower, playing with his hair as a way of 'drying it' he calls it.

"hey" you hear him say.

tamaki crawls towards you on the bed, cupping you cheeks.

"w-whats on y-your mind b-bunny?" he asks tilting his head the way you always found adorable.

you sigh, looks at him through your eye lashes and takes a deep breath.

"why did you suddenly become very dominate and very ruff with me?" you ask, your voice small just above a whisper. afraid anyone would hear what you asked.

tamaki's face becomes a firing mess and he quickly covers his face with his hands.

you laugh and cup his hands, gently making him let you see his very red face you ask again. but instead of hiding his face tamaki mumbles so quiet you don't hear him.

"tamaki, hunny i didn't hear you." you say quietly back.

the next few words that escapes tamaki amajiki's mouth make your whole body stiffen and your face becomes hotter then a volcano.

"i-i was t-trying to b-breed y-you" he mumbles.

@the-little-devils-chaos

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[traumxrei-archive]

【 stepping toe to toe with you 】

prompt #2: They were dancing together but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and now they were both standing here, awkwardly staring at each other (ft. jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 860 words

a/n: hello it is so late i wanna sleep but i was also determined to post this today. so here we are. if there are spelling mistakes forgive me everyone, but i hope you enjoy :D

Jade Leech

Jade was never one for dancing, per se, but a very enthusiastic Prefect looking at him with puppy eyes was a good enough incentive as any.

"C'mon Jade-senpai," You said, tugging him to the middle of the hall. "They don't have parties like this everyday." And you were right, parties seldom happened in Mostro Lounge. But he was Jade Leech after all. He could indulge in you for a few minutes of mindless dancing.

That was until the music drastically shifted into a slow song. Jade froze. He swore that he saw Floyd standing near the sound booth with a smug smile on his face.

"Do you know how to ballroom dance, senpai?"

"Regrettably, I do not," Jade said shortly.

"Well, do you want to try?" With such an expectant smile on your face, how was Jade to refuse?

It wasn't long before Jade was flushing down his neck after stepping on your feet for the nth time.

"For someone who moves elegantly, your coordination is terrible," You teased and Jade was mentally preparing to roast Floyd on a spit.

"If you'd like to dance, Floyd would be happy to accompany you," Jade reasoned quickly. "He is more than competent dancer—."

"Senpai~" You drew out the last syllable, tugging till he was chest-to-chest with you. "It's you that I want to dance with, okay?"

And Jade shut up at that. His hand squeezed yours as he clumsily continued to blunder through the steps. Maybe dancing wasn't so bad, especially if it was with you.

Trey Clover

Trey had never been the one to listen to music in the kitchen, but you were. That was exactly why he was getting tugged along with you in a clumsy sort of dance. You laughed when he narrowly avoided bumping into a counter.

"Wow, senpai, where'd you learn those moves?" You asked, the teasing light on your tongue. He flushed lightly at the words, before grabbing your arm and pulling you into a spin.

"Give a guy a break," Trey mumbled, eyeing the clock. "I'm trying not to burn the cake."

"If it burns, then can I eat it?"

He sighed as you tugged him into another spin, "I spoil you too much."

That was when the music shuffled into a soft, orchestral tune. He froze in his spot, his hand lamely limp in yours are he looked everywhere but at you.

That was when you let go, bowing deeply, "Ahem, may I have this dance, Sir Clover?"

Trey took one look at the grin on your face and placed his hand in yours, "I hope you know how to lead, because I'm not well-versed in ballroom dancing."

You laughed, bright and colorful, "All you gotta do is hold on to me, alright, senpai?"

"Alright," Trey's reply was almost automatic, his heart fluttering. "I'll make sure never to let go." It sounded like a promise. And it was. It was a promise he was intent on keeping, after all.

Ace Trappola

Ace was having the time of his life. There was a smirk on his face as he entwined his fingers with yours, leading you through the crowd.

"Ace Trappola! We're– We just left all the others behind!" You scolded over the noise of the crowd.

"Oops, my bad," Ace said, clearly not feeling bad at all. "Those boring losers didn't even want to dance."

Your brows furrowed, "Those 'boring losers' are gonna end up getting kidnapp—"

"Relax," Ace drawled, pulling you into a spin. "Have some faith in Jack, will ya? 'Sides, it'd be a crime not to dance, Prefect." You looked two seconds from hitting him with a tirade of insults but he watched as your shoulders slumped.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Ace hummed the familiar tune, watching as you finally started loosening up. That was when he heard a voice booming over the speakers, "Alright folks, we got a request from Trappola Sucks to put on a slow song! Hope you enjoy it, Trappola Sucks!"

The song shifted to a slower one and you all but laughed, "Fifty thaumarks that it was Epel and Deuce."

"This is so not funny," Ace muttered, but he still pulled you closer. All the others around you had paired up, and he would be damned if a stranger came to take you away.

"May I have this dance, Mr. Trappola Sucks?" You asked, and he couldn't help but fondly roll his eyes.

His heart almost jumped up to his throat when he noticed just how close you were to him. Sevens, his palms were sweating.

You huffed out another laugh as you let your head fall on his shoulder, "Where'd all that bravado go? Don't tell me you've finally fallen for my charm?"

Ace pouted and before he could process what he was about to say, he blurted, "So what if I did? Are you gonna do anything about it?"

You hummed, squeezing his palm, "I would take you on a date?" And now Ace wasn't sure who was being swept off their feet. He was sure he confessed, but the way you took initiative made him speechless.

"Is that a yes, Trappola?"

"Fuck you. Of course it's a yes."

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[buckysgrace]

I don't know if you do requests because you might be busy but i wanted to ask if you can write a story with this concept:

“if i was a better guy i’d walk away.” gator says, looking you up and down. you nod. “you would.” you agree. “do you want me to be a better guy?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. "No".

I'm very slow with requests but I do write them!! I hope you enjoy this!! <3

Gator x Fem!Reader

CW: Unprotected sex, some spitting, cheating!

Gator was a drug you couldn't give up.

No matter how harshly you prayed him away, sought for the lord's strength; Gator kept rushing forth in your mind. It was wrong, terrible even. You were sure the more you tried to ignore him, the worse the thoughts grew. 

You supposed it wasn't completely your fault. He always seemed to be around you; no matter how desperately you wished him away. He was charming, all kind words and bright smiles that made you completely melt anytime you saw him.

Your sister was the lucky one. She was his age, prettier and more vocal about who and what she wanted. She was your parents favorite, not that you really blamed them. She was better at reciting prayers, better at sports and forgiveness.

You shouldn't have been stunned when you caught whiff of a proposal, but it still hurt when your sister was officially bragging about a ring. You nearly couldn't bear to be in the same room as them, too overcome with a sickening feeling every time you watched their hands meet.

It was dumb. This was just some dumb crush and it would all eventually go away. At least, that's what you kept trying to convince yourself. It got harder the closer he weaseled his way into your family, made it even more difficult to try and forget about him.

“That looks nice,” He told you one afternoon after your father’s sermon. He stood behind you, his presence felt looming as he brushed his fingertips against your bare back, “I like the color.” He replied softly, his eyes feeling heavy as they slowly drew up towards yours in the mirror.

“Thanks,” You squeaked out softly, feeling a little embarrassed as you tried to find the words to say, “My father thinks it’s too revealing.” You admitted as you glanced back to the way the straps rested off of your shoulders. You watched in the mirror as Gator’s eyes drifted down the curve of your shoulders.

“A bit,” He said in agreement, “But it makes you look mature.” He mumbled, his brown eyes darkening as he lightly drifted his fingers through the back of your dress. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he drifted his flesh against yours for just a moment before he pulled away.

“Alright,” You replied breathlessly, “I guess I could keep it on then.” You replied shyly, wondering if you’d gain more of his attention if you wore similar clothing. He smiled as bright as the sun, melting the ice walls that surrounded your heart. You blinked slowly, savoring the way that he looked at you for just a moment longer. 

You were fairly certain he knew exactly what he did to you. He’d purposely sit too close to you, spreading his legs wide so that his warm thigh would constantly press into your bare skin. Occasionally he’d move his fingers over his knee, just in the right position so that he would gently rub against your skin. He always made you feel like it was too hard to breathe as the goosebumps settled over you.

If you happened to be in the way he’d gently wrap his large hands along your hips to push you out of the way. He always squeezed a little harder before he let you go, like he was savoring the sensation of your bodies meeting in the same way you were. He would lean in too close when he was speaking to you, his eyes lingering against your lips when you’d nervously spit something out. When he hugged you it was always for a second too long, his hand lingering near the curve of your ass.

“You know,” He leaned over you, two hands pressed alongside yours as your ass neatly fit against the curve of his body, “It’d probably be easier if you had help.” You felt yourself completely stiffen, your movements forgotten as you did your best not to focus on the warmth growing between where your bodies met. 

“Do you even know how to cook?” You asked him softly, trying to tease him but feeling too overwhelmed with his musk filling your vicinity. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your ear as he slowly pressed his hands around your wrists.

“You could teach me?” He suggested, nudging his chin gently against your cheek as warmth spread through your body. You were too aware of how wrong this was. He was never this touchy when anyone else was around. You swore he was doing it to torture you. 

“It’s pretty simple,” You whispered softly, “I’m just cutting the vegetables.” You told him as you closed your eyes softly, hoping that he would tire of you. You could feel your knees trembling and you feared it wouldn’t take much for all of your sanity to disappear. 

“Sounds boring,” He replied, sighing deeply as he rested his chin against your shoulder, “We should do something fun.” He said thoughtfully as he began to trace his free hand against the band of your jeans. You gulped, the knife shaking in your hand as you tried to stay focused. It was difficult.

You could taste the bubblegum flavor rolling off of his tongue as he continued to hum, your neck warm from where he was resting against you. Your back felt like it was on fire, sharp tingles racing up and down your spine as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth with him. 

“What would that be?” You inhaled shakily as you sat the knife down. You glanced back at him, your heart stopping as you were suddenly too aware of how close he was to you. You drank in the constellations across his nose and cheeks, the intensity of his eyes as his lips curled into the softest smirk.

“I just think I should get to know you better,” He mumbled as he moved his hand further up your torso, nearly making you giggle from how ticklish your ribs suddenly were, “I have an idea, if you’re alright with it.” 

“Okay,” You mumbled softly, full of trust and knowing you were okay with whatever sins the two of you would commit, “Whatever you say.” You added softly, your lungs seizing as he turned you roughly against the kitchen counters. 

It was the first time you’d found yourself on your back for Gator. He had you spread across the dining room table, your clothes discarded in urgency as he knelt in front of you and flicked his tongue through your wet folds. He curled his tongue deep inside of you, rolled it against your sensitive clit as he made you see a golden light you never thought you’d be able to meet before. 

Your time with Gator was frantic and desperate, full of clashing teeth and tongues as your spit mixed together messily. You think he liked that you were easy for him. You did whatever he asked, no matter how sinful it might be. It made you feel good, knowing that you did something for him that your sister couldn’t. 

You liked how reckless he was. How he’d demand you suck his cock while your mother was cooking Sunday dinner in the next room. How he’d finger you underneath the table while your sister rambled into her many blessings she’d received in the past week. 

You really liked the way his cock fit perfectly inside of your cunt. He was so long and thick that you nearly felt like you were being split in half the first few times. You’d grown accustomed to the stretch, desired it in the same way you desired the way he’d lick his cum from your weepy cunt and spit it back into your sinful mouth. 

On his wedding day he bent you over in front of the bathroom mirror and had you crying and begging for more, praying for his cock in the same way you prayed for forgiveness later. He had pumped you full of his cum, then smirked as he withheld your panties and made you stand in front of the church in your bridesmaid dress with his cum leaking from your pussy. 

Your little game was beginning to drive you insane the longer it drew on and the more you realized that there would be no clear winner. You’d either end up nursing the worst heartache of your life or you’d hurt those closest to you. Not that Gator really seemed to mind. He never brought up feelings, never spoke about how he felt. He was out of the door before you could even dress yourself again. 

“I don’t want to see you tonight,” You mumbled into your pillow, sniffling as you listened to the familiar creak of your window being fully pushed up, “I’m busy.” You said at last, blinking away the tears that were lingering on your eyelashes. 

“Doing what?” He chuckled as the familiar sound of his boots being kicked off echoed in your ears, “You don’t look very busy right now.” He teased you, gripping your hips as he tugged you down the length of the bed. You gasped, unable to react before he flipped you onto your back. 

“Gator,” You replied softly as he dragged his fingertips down the curve of your shoulders, “Not tonight.” You told him urgently, but only spoke to try and sizzle the flames that were growing inside of you. Even now, you wanted him. You wanted him deep inside of you and for him to caress your cheeks and call you his good girl. You were desperate for it all. 

“Why?” He mumbled softly, genuinely looking confused as he watched you curiously. He tilted his head, his hazel eyes more green from the light that bounced off of his smooth features. You admired the curve of his eyebrows, how he had slight bags underneath his eyes. He had been working hard. 

“This is wrong.” You breathed out, almost losing your confidence at the way he slid between your parted thighs. You breathed in his musk, your body trembling underneath his large form. You melted easily against him, fitting against him like a missing puzzle piece. 

“Jesus,” He groaned as he rolled his eyes, “Why are you starting on this again? It’s fine.” He mumbled as he traced his fingers across your lips. He seemed to have a fascination with him. He was always touching them, kissing them. 

“It’s not fine,” You spit out, “It’s a sin. We’re going to hurt people.” You told him truthfully, moving away just enough so his hand would fall from your face. You could feel the guilt eating at you extra hard tonight as you stared up at him, wishing that there was something he could do to fix it. 

“Only if they find out.” He mused, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he peered down at you in amusement. You gulped, feeling his growing bulge pressing against the back of your thigh. You fought everything in yourself to keep from rocking up against him. 

“You’re better than that.” You replied, meaning every word. He was better than this, than you. He had a good heart. You’d seen it, even when no else did. 

"If I was a better guy, I'd walk away." Gator mumbled underneath his breath as he dragged his eyes over the length of your body, slowly stealing your breath from your lungs. He brought his hand down towards your chest, tracing over your bare skin before he began to pull the strings from your nightgown. 

"You would." You spoke slowly, nodding your head in agreement. You could feel your body warming, your legs parting a little further to invite him to lay snugly inside of you. 

"Do you want me to be a better guy?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow, his brown eyes holding your gaze harshly. You didn't need to think about his question, already knowing what your answer was.

"No." You said slowly, your fingertips twitching at the sudden spark that spread through your body. You'd never wanted something so badly before, never wanted someone this desperately.

He moved his hand to one of your boobs, squeezing harshly to earn a sound of protest from your lips. Gator leaned over you, his hands resting against the base of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours roughly. He kissed you deeply, his fingertips digging into your skin as you moved your mouth frantically against his.

He tasted of strawberries, his tongue sweet as he slid it into your mouth. You teasingly dragged your tongue against his, licking at it frantically as your shared kiss became more sloppy. You wrapped a leg around his, squeezing him closer as you began to rut your hips up against his.

“See,” Gator smirked as he pulled away for just a moment, sticking his tongue out to lick at your parted lips, “You want this just as badly. Wouldn’t you miss me?” He teased you as he brought a hand down to your tit again, palming it slowly before he began rubbing his thumb against your hardened nippled.

You moaned in response, sighing at the feeling of his rough pants that rubbed in the right way across your clothed cunt. He took the opportunity to lean forward, puckering his lips and spitting into your open mouth.

You felt pleasure rushing up your spine as you licked it from your teeth and gave it a nice swirl in your mouth before you swallowed it. He groaned, looking a little frantic as he sat up and began to roughly pull your nightgown off of your body.

“I want you so badly,” You told him honestly, wishing that you didn’t give in so easily. Your heart was hammering roughly inside of your chest as he inspected you, his eyes savoring the look of your nude body, “I’d miss you so much.” You admit, nearly feeling shy at the cocky grin that spread over his lips.

“I’d miss you too,” He murmured softly as he licked his bottom lip, smirking as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hard cock. You sat up on your elbows, trying to get a better look as you stared at his leaking tip. You were always amazed with how long and thick he was, “Be a good girl for me.” He whispered, his voice raspy as he slid his tip inside of your fluttering hole.

You gasped, resisting the urge to roll your eyes in the back of your head so you could admire the way his cock filled your wet pussy. You moaned as he filled you to the brim, stretching and filling you in such a way that you feared you’d never feel like this with anyone else.

He groaned, his eyelashes fluttering as he slid his arm underneath your neck and pulled you close. Your foreheads brushed against one another, his nose bumping against yours as he held you still for a moment. It was intimate, but you couldn’t let yourself linger on that. You knew he was here for one thing. It hurt, but it was better than losing him completely. He could use you as much as he wanted. You’d never tire. 

You rested your head back against the pillows, inhaling the scent of him as you brought your fingertips up to his strong back. You clung to him, sharing the same sounds of pleasure as he rolled his hips back and then thrusted deep inside of you. 

His lips brushed against the curve of your neck, his nose digging into your skin as white hot pleasure spread down your spine. You whimpered at how stuffed full you suddenly felt, at how he was so close to you that you could feel his warm flesh pressing against your throbbing clit. 

You sighed at the curve of his cock, your body pressing up against his as his fat tip pressed against your bundle of nerves with each movement. You could feel your walls squeezing around his throbbing cock, pulling him in deeper as his lips fell against your cheek. Your mind was fuzzy, high on pleasure as the guilt slowly slid from your body. You no longer cared about anything else. You just focused on the pleasure that was growing between the two of you. 

“Fuck,” He hummed, whining lightly as he rocked his hips forward harder, fucking into you deeper as you mewled underneath him. Your bed moved with his thrusts, creaking into the quiet night as he brought his spare hand to pinch at your nipples, “Jesus. You’re such a little minx.” His spit out, his words harsh as his balls pressed against your backside with each movement.

You looked up at him, your eyebrows knitting together tightly as your lips parted in pleasure. You could feel the warm feeling spreading through your body, growing as you admired the way his face contorted into bliss. 

“Gator,” You whined as you dug your nails into his skin, anchoring yourself as you clamped down around him. He groaned at the sensation, his eyes shutting as his lips parted in awe. You drank in the image of him, prayed that you were the only one that made him feel this way, “Right there.” You whined, desperate to feel more of his cock sinking rocking roughly inside of you.

Your cunt was soaked around him, dripping down the length of his cock as he continued to drive his cock in and out of your fluttering hole. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure this time, crooning at the way his tip hit repeatedly against the spot that made you see stars.

He crashed his lips upon your mouth, trying to silence your moans as he gripped one of your hands and squeezed it harshly. You rocked against him, a fire burning deep inside of you as you came around his cock. Your whines vibrated against his lips as your toes curled, your high vibrating through your body as he rammed his cock deeper inside of you.

“Jesus, fuck,” He groaned as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sighing roughly as his thrusts became rougher and more sporadic. You moaned as you squeezed at his hand again, enjoying the feeling of his palm against yours as he pressed himself further inside of you, “Oh, God.�� He sighed as filled you, his warm spunk coating your walls in white as he grunted lowly.

Your body spasmed up towards him, enjoying the sensation of his cum inside of you as you pulled him a little closer. You rocked your body up against his, earning a little whimper from his lips as he fell on top of you.

You squeaked underneath the weight of him, giggling as you ran your fingers across his sweaty skin. He breathed harshly, trying to catch his breath as you did what you could to cling to this moment between the two of you.

“She’s visiting her friend next week,” You whispered softly, thinking of how your sister would be traveling out of town for the weekend, “Maybe you could swing by again then? Stay a little later.” You mumbled, dragging your face away from his so you didn’t have to see how he’d reject you.

“Yeah?” He sat up a little bit, still crushing you a bit as he brushed his thumb over the curve of your bottom lip, “I’d like that.” He grinned, his lips curling into a smirk. 

#gator tillman #Gator Tillman smut #Gator Tillman x reader #Gator Tillman x you #Gator Tillman x reader smut #Gator Tillman x you smut

[lieutenantfloyd]

Hi!

I'm from Poland, so please forgive me any mistakes, english isn't my first language.

I was wondering if u could write something for Kylian. Like reader being a normal girl, out of spotlight, having normal job, and dating Kylian. It's still pretty early in relationship, and his family is kind of reluctant about them dating, because they are scared she is using him for money and fame, but then they see how she takes care of him maybe for example she helps him change or shower when he's injured, and they change their mind

Aimer et être aimé - K.Mbappe

Football masterlist

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Summary: While recovering from an injury, Kylian's family comes over for dinner. Reader, who's been caring for him, hopes to make a good impression and prove she loves him, not his money or fame.

Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of injury and medications, Kylian being a softy

a/n: Hello and thank you for the request! Your English is perfect :) I hope you enjoy this!

* Please excuse any mistakes as I don’t speak any French and instead used my knowledge of Spanish and Portuguese (plus some research into French itself) for the French dialogue. 

Returning home from the market, you are greeted by a quiet house.

You shuffle into the kitchen with grocery bags and Kylian’s medicine in hand. Once everything is inside you make your way down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

Opening the door just enough to peek inside, you immediately notice Kylian’s sleeping form. He’s wearing a white hoodie and grey pants and positioned just how you left him; laying on his back with his injured leg propped up on a few pillows. You also notice how his coffee colored brows were beginning to crease from the pain medication wearing off. The door closed with a click as you decided to let him get a few more minutes of sleep. Not only did his body need time to recover, but you knew he needed to be well rested by dinner time.

Returning to the kitchen you carefully and quietly put the shopping away before preparing Kylian’s meds. His family would be coming over today, and soon you would start preparing a nice homemade meal in the hopes it would help you impress them.

You enter the bedroom once again, only this time with the intention of waking him up. You make your way to the bedside and softly sit down. Not wanting to startle him as he’s still soundly asleep, you ghost your fingers over his delicate features. After a few moments, he stirs under your touch and his eyes soon flutter open.

“Good afternoon, chéri,” You giggle softly, appreciating the peaceful moment.

“Hello, mon amour,” Kylian says in a sleepy voice. He pushes up into a sitting position and takes the cup and bottle of water from you. After he takes his medication, you reach for his crutches and help him out of bed. The move to the common room is a slow but steady process. One that, like all the other habits you’d formed since the beginning of your relationship, had become second nature to you. You helped him get situated on the sofa and gathered a few throw pillows to prop his leg up in the advised position.

Now that he was settled, you left him to play video games while you entered the kitchen. You made quick work of locating the ingredients and kitchenware you needed to prepare the meal. The sounds of Fifa and his teammate's voices over the speakers filled the room as you began boiling the water for the pasta.

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An hour later, everyone was seated at the table and having a pleasant conversation. Twirling your fork through your pasta, you tried your best to swallow your nervousness. Even though you and Kylian hadn’t been together very long, you had already met his family as you often attended his games together. However, this was the first time you were all together in a formal way. His younger brother Ethan had taken a liking to you immediately, while his older brother and parents remained cautious.

Kylian was young, rich, and one of the most famous athletes in the world. Millions of people would kill to get close to him, just for a chance at money and fame. These things didn’t influence your feelings for him at all, but you weren’t foolish. Anyone, especially those closest to him, was safe to assume you would use him for his status and break up with him once you got what you wanted. for the same reason millions of others.

“So, Kylian, has y/n been helping you?” His father asked, eyeing you both closely.

“Of course. If I’m honest, She’s always there for me when I need her even before my injury.”

“That’s wonderful.” His mother said pensively.

“It sounds like you make a good pair,” His older brother said before pausing “Assuming you’ve been supporting her too.” He nudged. Causing him and Kylian to jokingly argue with each other with Ethan quickly joining in. Their parents looked at their boys lovingly before turning back to you.

“As you can tell, we’re a close knit family. I know your relationship is still relatively new but I have to ask, do you think you’re ready to put up with us, and them, long term?” Mom asked nodding towards the three boys emersed in their playful argument.

Swallowing your sip of water, you nodded before voicing your reply.

“Of course. For as long as you’ll have me.”

-

Standing in the doorway you and Kylian bid goodbye to his family. But not before they hugged you both and promised to stop by again in the next few days. Once the door was closed and the dishes were in the sink, you let out a shaky breath and sank down onto the couch next to him. Feeling the stress of familial expectations falling from your shoulders, you were thankful that the night had gone even better than you had hoped for.

“Tired?” He questioned.

“A little bit. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Although I’d be better if I was holding you.” He teased, opening his arms wide for you. You rolled your eyes dramatically before settling against his chest.

He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek before placing his chin on top of your head.

“Thank you, ma chèrie.”

“Of course.” You replied. Your voice muffled slightly by the material of his sweatshirt.

“Not just for this. Or the meal, or for hosting my family, but for everything.” He confessed. I meant what I said earlier. I’d be lost without you and your help.”

His words caused you to shift happily in his arms. You hesitated before replying, trying to keep the butterflies in your stomach from spilling out of your mouth.

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m around, isn’t it?” You grinned up at him.

"Sans l'ombre d'un doute" He hummed contently.

* Aimer et être aimé - to love and to be loved

* mon amour - my love

* ma chèrie - my dear

* sans l'ombre d'un doute - without a shadow of a doubt

#kylian x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian imagines #football fanfic #football x reader #football imagine #paris saint germain #psg #football

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Elaborating on the Daryl x Nun!reader filth.

🔞 enjoy! 🔞

Her dreams become sinful after his arrival and have her wake drenched in sweat. She meticulously cleans herself to rid her of the physical remnants of those impure dreams and prays her days away but when she keeps running into him her thoughts get worse.

He seems to have an interest for her. He isn't as guarded as he is around the others. His walls are down and his door stays unlocked when she's watching over him. He's intrrested in this one.

One morning he wanders around a different corner, deviating from his usual path to breakfast and catches the sound of her voice coming from a small, wooden area in the main church hall. He doesn't catch all of her words due to the thick, wooden door and the distance that separates them but he does catch her speaking of impure thoughts and sinful dreams.

That night he decides to bathe, leaving his door ajar so his watcher would be able to see him. When she arrives she announces her presence as requested. Each one did so, to let him know someone was there and he wouldn't be alarmed by noises at his door.

"Sir," she peeked in, seeing him sprawled out in the tub, water clear and barely hiding his features. She quickly averts her gaze but no matter where she looks she sees them together on which ever piece of furniture her eyes land on.

Her upper body bent over the desk with him pressed deep inside, his hands on her hips and behind.

Her hands fisting the sheets as he lays on top of her, the most angelic sounds coming from him as he has his way with her.

Her figure straddling his hips as he ruts into her from below. Their intimate parts hidden by the high edge of the tub.

Her chest pressed into the old rug as her hips are being held up and used for his pleasure.

She hadn't noticed he had gotten out of the tub and approached her in nothing but a towel around his hips.

"Who were ya talkin' to this mornin'?" His raspy voice pulled her from her thoughts and back to the here and now where she saw that which haunted her dreams and quickly turned around to avert her eyes. "I spoke to god. I asked for forgiveness." She mentally begged he wouldn't ask any further, and he didn't.

He got worse.

"I'm sure he'll forgive ya for anythin', yer a good girl." His hands found her hips and his body pressed up against your backside.

"Heard ya tall about bad thoughts and dreams." He pulled her hips back against his so she'd feel his hard member press against her ass. "How 'bout ya tell father Dixon about those?"

She stumbled over her words, saying a quick prayer for forgiveness before giving in. "I'm at your service this night. You may ask anything of me I just beg you to be gentle."

He takes her to the bed carefully strips her of her attire to leave her in just her necklace that she refused to take off.

Daryl's towel had found its place on the floor by the time she was nude and his fingers danced right above her core. "Relax now, it'll be good." He lowered his hand and his fingers found their way into her core, curling to pull the sweetest sounds of her, muffled by hands that held the silver cross against her lips. His fingers brushed right over a spot that had her seeing stars. "Ahh.. ah g-- god.."

Daryl's voice almost growled in excitement. "Yeah, tell the man how good yer feelin' right now. He'll forgive ya if he hears how good this is for ya." With a whine she comes over Daryl's fingers that are soon replaced by his cock. He presses in oh so slow, making sure she's comfortable and starts at a slow pace and only speeds up as her pleasured noises return.

She finished quickly after, only for Daryl to move her around the room towards the desk, bending her over it and continuing.

"Ah please-- so good I.. hhhmm" Daryl's pace picked up and easily pulled another orgasm from her only to pull her onto the floor with him.

She's shaking by now but that doesn't keep him from moving his thumb to rub over her clit as he pounds into her from below, her cross necklace caught between his teeth "Please--" her begging and his grunts fill the room.

"Please what? What d'ya want?" His pants get louder and thrusts get sloppier with each word.

"Please forgive me, ple-- forgiveme" she's chssing her own release, bouncing on Daryl's cock like her life depended on it and came with a loud whine "forgivemeplease, ahhhforgivemeahh--"

A few more quick thrusts had Daryl spilling deep inside her and roll the both of them over. He moves across the room with jer in his arms and slowly lowers her into the lukewarm bath. She shivers at the sudden coldness. "Just a quick rinse, gotta clean ya, alright?" He wipes her down and helps her out, dries and dresses her and sets her in bed before he makes his way to the small couch.

"Please, sleep here tonight?" He stops at the sound of her voice, makes his way over to her to lay down and spend the rest of tonight with her in bed.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #twd: daryl dixon

[trashmouth-richie]

Dirty little request came to mind as I'm standing here listening to some music in the same outfit as explained, cutting veggies up for dinner. Steve x reader where he gets home from work, she doesn't hear him & she's cooking dinner in his button up and cute little undies 👀 take it from there and work ya magic

anon, I like the way you think 💋 forgive me if this is terrible, outside of a 200 word steddie x you fic i did, this is the first time I’ve written for Steve 😩🫠

steve x fem!reader

warnings: no minors, smut, p in v

w.c: 999

thanks to @lunatictardis for reading this and encouraging it

It was a long monotonous day at the office. Tedious work, endless emails from his boss, the only thing keeping him going on this already shit day was the thought of you waiting at home for him. Opening the front door of your town home, he was met with the smell of chicken in the oven, “babe, I’m home!” He hollers out, hanging up his keys. Following the mouth watering aroma into the kitchen Steve is met by a sight that makes his dick twitch in his khakis.

You’re standing at the kitchen island, wearing one of his button up shirts and a cute little pair of boy shorts. Hair is cascading down wildly. The knife in your hand is working methodically as your chop veggies for the salad you have planned. Hips swaying softly to the music playing on the radio. Steve is already half hard at the sight of you. He wraps his arms around your middle and settles his chin against your shoulder, “hey good lookin’” he whispers as he nips your ear lobe.

The knife is still moving quickly as you cut the length of a cucumber, you try to stay focused as Steve kisses your ear, working his way down your neck, and slowly undoing every button on his shirt that you’re wearing. His past girlfriends never held a candle to you. He still loves to fuck you in the back of the beemer grinning as the windows fog up as your soft moans radiate against the leather seats. He still enjoys you riding him in the bathtub after one too many cocktails on a night with friends, tits bouncing with the waves of the water as his cock slams up into you.

“How was your day?” you ask.

“It’s better now,” Steve answers, working the shirt down your shoulders and kissing your skin tantalizingly slow, “I missed you.” You can feel Steve’s cock rutting into you as he presses himself harder against your body. Pulling your hips slowly towards him, slotting himself between your ass cheeks.

“Steve Harrington,” you scold teasingly, “I’m never gonna get dinner ready when you’re doing that.”

Finishing the last few cuts of the cucumber, you moan softly as goosebumps tickle their way across your skin. Steve knows the right spots to make you melt for him. Abandoning the knife you weave your fingers up through Steve’s hair, pulling slightly as you throw your head back against his shoulder, molding your body against his as he kisses your neck and drags his teeth along the skin.

Steve dips his long fingers into your panties, gasping at how wet you are, letting his fingers swirl against your slick. “Always so wet for me,” he purrs into your ear. You whimper at his touch, his cock hard behind you as he slithers his hands against your tit, squeezing and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

He turns you by your hips and kisses you deeply, painting your mouth with his tongue as he raises your leg up to the counter, fingers swiftly pushing your panties aside as his fingers enter your velvet folds. You hastily untuck his shirt, he throws it over his head as you work to undo his zipper, his cock springing free and already beading precum on his slightly curved length. You dribble spit down to his cock, spreading it around his length as you pump him slowly. His eyes never leaving yours as you whisper, “Fuck me, Steve.”

Steve wastes no time, rubbing his cock between your folds before he thrusts himself into you. Three years together and you still couldn’t get used to his size. He’s huge, bigger than anyone you’d been with, it had taken weeks for you to adjust properly the first time you had sex. You gasp as he thrusts into you, kissing your neck and digging his fingers into your hips as he plows into you. “Fuck.. you feel so good,” he chews his lower lip between his teeth as he continues his pace, fingers circling around your clit as you pulse around him. You couldn’t get enough of him. You twirl your fingers in the curls on his chest, he’d always been so eager, ever since the first night you met at one of his annual Halloween parties.

It’s not long before you’re a moaning mess, Steve hoists you into his arms and carries you to the table, laying you down and bucking his hips into the spongey goodness of your pussy. The coiling of your high is ready to snap as Steve circles your clit faster and faster, your slick is coating his length, making a slippery patch against the dark curls at the base of his cock. “Fuck honey, you’re so tight—can feel you getting close, clenching down on me, shit.” His fingers dig into your hips, surely leaving finger sized bruises on you.

“.. you like that baby,” you moan out as your high peaks and you throb against him, squeezing your own tits as Steve’s thrusts get sloppy, “like my tight little pussy, getting ruined?”

His hips are bucking faster, drunk on your pretty moans as he loses his rhythm, throwing his head back as he slams into you once more, losing himself. “Oh baby, oh fuck, God.” He pumps hot ropes of cum inside your walls, coating you like a blanket of snow.

The smell of burnt chicken is wafting through the air as billows of smoke cloud around the oven. “Shit!” you scramble off the table and shut the oven off, opening it to take the chicken out and throwing it in the sink, dousing it with water.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” Steve begins, trying to see if anything can be salvaged. You both laugh at the sight of the scorched chicken catastrophe. “Chinese it is!” Steve says, throwing his arms around you and planting a kiss against your temple. You spend the rest of the night feeding each other lo mein and sharing spicy kung pao sauce kisses.

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington #steve x you #steve x y/n #steve smut #steve fic

[unanimousgolddd]

"You're alright. I got you."

I'm trying to break my writers block, so here's this short little fic. I also am doing requests. This is also posted on my ao3 acc

TW: angst w/fluff?, Wesker's a bit oc, made up character, Reader is a assistant scientist working for Wesker, GN! Reader

Summary: When returning back to Wesker's lab, another scientist "accidentally" spills chemicals onto Reader. Trying to not burden Dr. Wesker, Reader ends up worrying the blonde scientist.

Art made by SilverSerpentA1 on DeviantArt

It was already a rough day, the new security had wasted 10 minutes at the entry of the underground labs. Saying "that I need to show that I was an employee." Then when I got to my desk, which was near Dr. Wesker's, he scolded me for being 15 minutes late. Sure I wanted to reply with a snarky remark, but that would only get me in more trouble.

But it only got worse, Dr. Wesker had ordered me to go print files from the latest Tyrant experiment and when I came to put them on his desk, Dr. Maria spilled chemicals over me.

Dr. Maria, said that she "accidentally" spilled them on me.

"I'm so sorry!" Maria said, "I wasn't watching where I was going."

I grimaced.

"Thanks for the bath, Dr. Maria..." I sighed.

"Please forgive me," She said, before walking off with the container that once had liquid in.

I shook my head, I never liked Maria. She would always do something to me when she had the chance. She does this because I was promoted to Dr. Wesker's assistant. She is very petty for someone in such good position.

I started to feel a burn sensation on my neck, face, and stomach. I quickly ran to the nearest bathroom, this was not good.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, covered in this pick liquid. Quickly taking off the lab coat, I threw it in the contamination bin. I took off my long sleeve shirt, grimacing how the texture felt.

Whatever the chemicals were, it was causing my skin to burn and it quickly grew red in places where the liquid touched.

I ran my hands under the faucet, and splashed water onto my face. Then grabbing paper towels, I wet them and cleaned myself the best I could.

I only had five more minutes until I would have to return to the lab.

The water was cold, and help slow the irritation. It no longer burned but I looked extremely red. Sighing, I took out an extra shirt and lab coat that was in the closet.

The shirt was a little big but it would have to do. I walk out the bathroom and headed to Wesker's office, preparing to be scolded for being late again.

I opened the door and Dr. Wesker stood at his desk, going over files.

"You're back," He said without looking, "I was wondering when you would get here."

He finally looked up, and he didn't seem happy.

"I'm sorry, I had to take care of something... I promise it won't happen again."

He sighed.

"Dr. Maria gave me the files... I recall assigning you to give them to me." He looked at me.

That's what she did. Spilled the chemicals on me just to give him the files. She is petty. Very petty.

"I'm sorry, I-"

I started to get an itch all over my body.

"I... I knew I dropped them somewhere-"

I started scratching my neck and stomach. By now, I knew I was red and irritated.

"Dr?"

Wesker started walking towards me, he pulled gloves out his pockets and put them on. His eyebrow slightly twitched.

"Come here," He ordered.

I did what he asked, and moved closer to him, still scratching my body. Once I was closer, he moved my hands from my neck, and observed my skin.

I felt hot under his gaze, or maybe that was the side effects of the chemical.

"Come," He moved away, walking to the lab.

I quickly followed, trying to resist the urge to scratch. The burn that I had earlier, came back. So now, not only was my skin red, itchy, it was also burning. Tears started to fill my eyes, but I blinked rapidly to stop myself from crying.

He pointed to one of the lab beds, and shined a light on my skin.

"Is it anywhere else?" He asked, looking in directly in my eyes.

"Yeah, m-my stomach." I said, shakily.

He gestured to take off my lab coat and lift my shirt. I took off the coat. He tossed the coat in a bin. I sat with my shirt lifted to my chest, slightly embarrassed. He didn't seem fazed, gently touching and looking at my stomach and neck.

"Hmm..."

I hissed, the burn started to increase, and I was on the brink of sobbing. I closed my eyes, embarrassed and in pain. I could here him sigh and rummage around the room.

"I believe you have side effects from poison ivy. But they're amplified..." He said, somewhere around the room.

"You're lucky, we have an antidote..."

I slowly opened my eyes, Wesker held a syringe that had a clear liquid in. I groaned, my skin felt like I was getting burned alive.

"Shh, I got you. You're alright dearheart." He said, obviously noticing my discomfort.

I felt a prick on my neck as Wesker held me. Slowly the burning and itching ceased. As it stopped, I had tears going down my cheeks. Wesker lightly wiped them away, the gloves he had on where now in the trash bin.

I cling onto him, like how a child would to their mother, it was unprofessional to do that, but I didn't care.

"You're alright. I got you," He said, gently moving his arms.

#albert wesker #resident evil #albert wesker x reader #light angst #fluff #writers block #i hate writers block