#lovingly looking out the window craving affection

[wyvernest]

oh??my??god??? “midnight cravings” was so good! i’m foaming at the mouth 😩

would you be able to write something about how the reader has never been able to have an orgasm with another person and miguel hears this and changes that 🫣

go easy on me

part 2

pairing: miguel o'hara x afab!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, vaginal fingering, sexual tension

The movie you put on is nearing its end. The lights dance over the walls of the dimly lit bedroom, flashing across your tired eyes. You hadn't even registered Miguel turning the volume down halfway.

It's not the first time he's come to visit. Ever since you two have started dating, he has made increasingly more time among his duties and responsibilities to swing by your place, whether to eat dinner, to watch a movie, or just sit and talk about everything and anything.

At some point along the movie, you had cuddled up against his side, head propped on his shoulder, internally surprised at how comfortable it was despite the rigid muscles that adorned his body. The only problems were the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, the way your heart flipped every time he even did as little as readjust his weight on the bed or sigh, in fearful yet giddy hopes that he'd maybe, just maybe, initiate something you're otherwise not bold enough to start.

Suddenly, the movie gets to a low-lit scene, and you make out Miguel's features in the screen's reflection. The contour of his face, the width of his shoulders on the headboard in comparison to your frame, gathered up by his side. And the moment you make out his eyes, it's too late.

He's staring right back at you, but you were too distracted to notice.

Dark, red-shaded eyes, outlined by thick eyebrows, daggers deepening the look on his face.

Maybe he's just lost in thought? Zoned out?

All those suppositions fly out the window faster than your breath when the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. You feel unprepared for whatever he's making out to be the rest of the night in his head.

Nobody's watching whatever's left of the movie anymore.

The hand holding you by his side tightens around your shoulders, and just for a flash of a second you guess that it was all in your head. He wasn't plotting anything, he's just the sweet and caring Miguel you've known for so long, smiling kindly at you and making sure you're comfortable and close to him. All until his other hand travels to your thigh, his whole body shifting so that he sits on his side, all his attention focused on you alone.

Tilting your head up, you meet his gaze. You find it hard to pinpoint the feelings plastered on his face. Affection? Lust? Hesitancy? He's wordlessly asking you for permission to proceed.

His palm moves up, grip stronger and firmer. Your hands naturally find his chest, and you don't quite remember when you've hiked up a leg over his, letting his hand reach the mound of your soft ass, squeezing and groping.

You don't get much time to bask in the pure happiness and excitement of being inches away from his face, eye to eye, breath to breath, before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle and tender, he tastes you like you're a goddess and he's only ever allowed to kiss you once in a whole lifetime. He cradles your body close to his, allowing himself to indulge in the delicate feeling of your soft skin, parting from your lips and kissing your face wherever he can reach, so lovingly, so carefully, having you melt against him.

You mindlessly let a moan echo in your throat, at which he retracts, as if being presented an undoubtedly green light. He pulls you impossibly close, both hands clutching at the small of your waist. His mouth drops to your neck, growing impatient and needy. He bites down, fangs stinging into your skin before he licks and pecks at the red marks, soothingly. Your breathing fails to keep up with his ministrations, your heart threatening to burst right out of your chest.

You choke on a whimper when you feel the extensive shape of his vigorous thigh push upwards between your parted legs, applying dangerous pressure right on your still clothed clit.

"Miguel." you call breathlessly, the name placed upon a questioning tone.

He stops.

"Mi vida."

"I need to tell you something."

He looks up at you from your chest, almost reverentially. There's a reassurance in his pleading, immensely compassionate eyes that can't possibly be put into words. So you confess. You tell him about your lack of experience, how nobody's brought you to the very heights of ecstasy before. He ponders the information, calculating. His attention darts momentarily between his surroundings, you and your flushed lips.

"You want me to be the first?", he's almost afraid you'll deny him. Not that he wouldn't back off the moment he sensed any sign of discom from you, but he can't deny that he had dreamed of giving you pleasure you haven't felt in your entire life. To have you twist and turn in his arms, writhe and whimper from the intensity of both your feelings and the things he could do to you.

You smile sweetly, certain of the answer.

"I want you to be the last, too."

That's all it takes. In a mere second, he's all over you, clawing and kissing every patch of skin he manages to expose. He travels down to the sides of your waist, sinking his fangs into the tender flesh without puncturing the skin, sending jolts of adrenaline and need pulsing through you. You squirm into his arms, feeling downright devoured. Spread wide open, at his disposal, liquid ready to mould into whatever vessel he offers with his embrace.

He drags your panties down your legs in one swift motion, crawling over your frame and dwarfing you in his shadow. You feel his strong, expert hand make its way down between your legs, parting your lips and rubbing in soft, circular motions.

"You're soaked" he mumbles into your ear, his breaths hot and heavy on your neck. You manage to sob briefly, too overwhelmed to speak.

He pushes a finger into your cunt, swelling with pride when feeling how wet you had gotten for him. You moan at the stretch, as the heat of the heel of his palm digs into your core. You whimper, and he kisses you, swallowing his whispered name.

You liquefy into his embrace, allowing him to add a second finger. He's testing the perimeter, playing and experimenting with angles, watching your reactions intently. He suddenly hits a rough spot that had you bucking your hips, and he flashes you a smug smile, fangs on display. He repeats the motion, rolling his hand into your pelvis, and you can't do anything but grab onto his muscled arm and quicken your already laboured breaths. He starts giving attention to your clit in tandem, rubbing the heel of his palm into the sensitive bud.

You watch the mesmerising way his arm flexes with every movement, every thrust of his thick fingers into your drenched cunt.

Soon enough you feel the unmistakable coil start to form into your lower abdomen, legs tense and face contorted from the pleasure.

"That's it. Dios mío, you're so beautiful when you're about to come.", his voice is low and breathless, echoing into your lust-addled brain and then straight down to your cunt. You reach your peak, gushing on his hand, pulsing around his fingers.

He holds you to his chest while you ride out your high, watching the way your lips struggle to form coherent words that aren't his name.

As your breathing returns to normal, he places a chaste kiss on your forehead, and you mentally swear you could die right then and there.

It's all so intimate, gentle, and romantic until–

"Can't wait to feel you pulse like that around my cock."

a/n: hope this is what you wanted<3

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[ohokimdumb]

Choso Kamo(smut)

Summary: Y/n can't stop thinking about the night Choso stopped by her home in Tokyo after finding out Yuji Itadori is his brother

Rolling back and forth you struggled to fall asleep. It would be a lie if you told yourself Choso was on your mind. Not hearing from him in days had you worried, it was unusual for him not to reach out at least once everyday.

Your silky white curtains blew above you from the brisk spring wind, the bright lights of Tokyo seeping through the window of your bedroom. In an attempt to sleep once more, you shut your eyes. You could still see the flashing colors through your eyelids, but then they disappear. Scared to open your eyes, you reached a hand out above you and felt someone else's already holding out for yours.

Quickly, your eyes shoot open and see Choso sitting in your windowsill above you. He barely fit in it with his broad, muscular figure.

"Choso..." Your eyes opened wider as you noticed blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n...forgive me for my silence, for not messaging you today. It's been a long night." Choso coughed and more blood spat onto the palm of his hand.

As you sat yourself up, you gently grabbed onto his strapping forearm and pulled him inside your room. Choso groaned and landed on his unscathed side. His head rested in your lap, he was beaten to the point he couldn't feel pain, he only felt weakness; he hated it.

"What happened to you, Choso?" You murmured and looked down at him, worried. Choso opened his eyes and gazed up into your eyes, taking how soft the expression of your eyes looked. In an instant he felt at peace, as if the world around the two of you stopped spinning, the energy freezing along with it.

"You're so...fascinating." Choso reached his shaky, cut up hand to cup one side of your face. Naturally, you relaxed in the palm of his hand. Hearing that...you didn't know what to say, you weren't even sure what he was talking about. What you didn't know was how much Choso admired you as a human. He felt so alone, shrouded in the darkness of his own soul. When he met you, that shadow suddenly began to lift itself. What was it? He didn't know. All Choso knew was he no longer felt numb from humanity and their transgressions towards him.

Choso lifts himself up and faces you, his lips so close to yours. You were so ensnared by his prominent graze, you didn't notice his blood on your hands and soaked in your sheets.

"You're so human...yet you aren't." Choso whispers and lovingly pressed his sweat-coated forehead against yours. Your heart began to beat slightly faster as you all the sudden felt his fingers tips drag themselves up your inner thigh. His other arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him; you were practically in his lap. As you set a hand on his muscular chest, you could feel his soul pulsing, feeling the energy increase. Choso sighed, craving more of your touch. He didn't want to think about all his burdens digging their claws into him.

Choso wanted you, needed you...craved you. It still felt strange for him to want something so desperately. In response to his affections, you nuzzled your forehead against his and cupped his right cheek with your gentle hand, your touch soothing him.

"Choso, stay with me tonight." You choked on your words as tears welled up in your eyes. Feeling his pain was overwhelming to you. Even if you didn't feel his physical pain, your soul felt like it was on fire.

Choso didn't contest, and suddenly his fingers were sliding up your nightgown and in between the deepest part between your thighs. You jumped slightly as two of his fingers explored around your sensitive clit, kneading at your soft pink flesh. You tangled your fingers in his hair and shut your eyes. His gaze was so intense at times, it was overwhelming to look into his eyes.

"Y/n..." Choso whispered your name. He didn't need to say anything more for you to know what he wanted. Your lips wrapped around his lovingly...weakly, and he returned the affection a thousand times stronger. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, it danced with yours and a quiet moan released from you. Choso's kiss grew more aggressive and he surprised you as he shoved three of his long fingers inside you. Choso made you so weak, emotionally and physically.

Fuck, he was bliss.

Having his fingers pumping inside you wasn't enough. You began to grind on his hand; his presence alone made you feral. The arm Choso had you ensnared in tightened around you, making sure your bodies were touching completely. Choso twirled his fingers around inside as he started to pump them into your frantically. Consumed by each other's energy, he began to growl continuously. As you matched his attitude, you bit his bottom lip, splitting it. Choso wasn't phased; he smiled wickedly as his blood soaked into the crevices of his teeth. Blood ran down his chin, but didn't have a chance to drip when you cleaned his chin with your tongue.

Before you had a chance to continue grinding on his hand, Choso pulled his fingers from you. He held his fingers in between you, your clear, sticky liquid ran down his hand. Choso chuckled and cleaned his fingers off with his long tongue, your delicious taste making his cock throb in excitement.

"You taste so lovely." Choso purred in your ear as he began to untie his robe. He hoped you were prepared for what you were about to receive. It was always intense taking in Choso, it was so long and thick, it stretched your walls far apart. Taking in all of him was painful at times, but it felt so immaculate. Knowing he wanted to burry himself inside you made you so wet, and you felt so desired.

As Choso undid his robe, his cock sprung up. You quietly gasped and reached with your delicate hand, desperate to play with him. Choso grabbed your wrist tightly. You looked up at him in shock, his eyes were covered by a seductive shadow.

"Sit." Choso demanded in a deep, dominant tone. You were always a good girl, and did as you were told. Lowering yourself onto him, you felt the tip of his cock slip into you; so easily. As you lowered yourself onto him more, you winced and your walls spread so much it began to sting. Choso leaned his head back and smiled, chuckling in satisfaction. His cock was so long, it was jabbing at your cervix, but he wouldn't settle for less.

Neither would you.

Choso released your wrist and placed his hands on your hips, wanting to assist you and give you support. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to grind your hips back and forth on top of him. Choso's eyes rolled in the back of his head, his grab on your waist tightening.

"Fuck, y/n." Choso spat as your soft whimpers were all he could hear and focus on. His cock throbbed and twitched inside you as you continuously grinded.

"You feel so good..." Choso growled.

"A-Am I doing g-good?" You asked and in turn Choso threw you onto your back, pulling himself out, your sticky lubrication spitting onto his thighs.

Choso quickly crawled on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist and he positioned himself. As he set one hand on the top of your head and the other over your mouth to muffle your cries, he slipped back inside.

"Can't have you waking anyone up." Choso whispered and motioned his hips back and forth, in and out. A tear ran down your cheek as he filled you completely without warning. Slow, but powerful thrusts was his choice and it was overstimulating your insides. Keeping up the pace, loud slapping sounds follow and your bed began to creek.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...im so close, y/n." Choso huffed and grew more aggressive with his thrusts, abusing your tight walls as you moaned and cried in the palm of his hand. The sheets underneath you soaked with your juices and his blood.

One more thrust and Choso caved in, releasing his cum inside you, coating your throbbing, inflamed walls. Choso collapsed on top of you, leaving himself inside to feel your warmth. You wrapped yourself around him, you felt so safe and secure. Having him in your arms was all you wanted, all you craved.

Chose placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Sleep was unavoidable now.

#choso kamo #choso kamo smut #jujutsu choso #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut

[labellefleur-sauvage]

Heat Above

In the sudden uncertainty of her life, Elain Archeron seeks comfort in an unlikely source: her mate Lucien.

For Elucien Week 2023 Day 1: Mates

The specifics of Elain's visions don't exactly seem well-described in the books, so I'm interpreting her visions (and how the end of ACOSF could affect them) and their potential ties to Lucien here. I like to imagine that Elain's visions will guide her towards her mate, and I wanted to try writing something in the ACOTAR universe for my favorite pairing, so here we are!

Thank you for everyone @elucienweekofficial for organizing this event!

Rating: Explicit. Word Count: 3.9K

Read on A03

XXX

In the span of a day, both of her sisters nearly died. 

And there was nothing Elain Archeron could do to save either of them. 

It all worked out in the end, they each soothed her. Nesta triumphed over those wanting to destroy her and became a Valkyrie, a living legend and feared warrior even the Illyrians idolized. Feyre survived the birthing bed—how, exactly, no one deigned to explain to her - and introduced her son Nyx to her family, everyone weeping joyously.

Everyone was safe. Everyone was fine.

And Elain’s visions had been out of control ever since.

It was as if a momentous shift occurred, like something—or someone—had altered the preordained fates the Mother lovingly crafted for each and every Fae and set everyone a new, uncertain future.

Her visions had never been regular or clear, but now they were chaotic and overwhelming. Death, blood, war, grief, terror and interlopers, interspersed with breathtaking happiness that Elain felt with her entire being: family dinners, Solstice celebrations, walks in unknown meadows, tending a garden on a bright, green hill, and holding hands with a foreign yet familiar male with flaming red hair.

That red-haired male was a frequent guest in her visions now, for whatever reason. Nearly every day she saw a glimpse of him, sometimes alone—his handsome face wreathed in sunlight, an open window behind him, a contemplative look on his face—or with someone she quickly realized was herself, such as when she saw him kissing down, down, down her body…

Elain shut her eyes. It was just like when she had been newly turned and her visions were constant, to the point where she didn’t know what was the present and what was the future, what was real and what wasn’t.

It was all too much, yet not enough. Elain wanted to turn her brain off, to have no thoughts at all, yet she craved more, needed to know what may happen. 

She was alone, yet surrounded by people. There was no one who could help her.

Except one. 

There must be a reason he kept appearing in her visions.

Elain leapt up from her bed and hurriedly dressed. She hoped he still kept his apartment by the river.

“Oh, hello Elain,” Feyre called quietly from the couch in the living room downstairs. Rhys was on the ground next to Nyx, swooping a toy bat over his head. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just for a walk,” she called, gathering her shoes. 

“Would you like some company? Nyx is due for a nap, and a trip in the stroller—“

“No!” Elain yelped so loudly even Rhys raised a surprised eyebrow at her. “Er, thank you, but it’s just something I need to do by myself.”

Elain let herself out of the River House with Feyre and Rhys’s gentle murmurs behind her, then made her way into Velaris. She didn’t actually know where he stayed or if he spent his time with someone else.

No, she thought resoundingly, turning down a sleepy street lined with attractive apartments, Elain knew her mate hadn’t been with anyone since that horrible day in Hybern.

She stood in front of a clean and unassuming building. Something told her this was it. But how to get in? She was just about to knock on the front door of the building and hope someone would let her in when the door opened and she saw Lucien for the first time in months.

“Elain?”

He looked good. Handsome, clean, and put together in a deep green jacket and brown pants. Two small sections of hair were braided at his temples. 

Elain wondered if he would ever braid her hair, if she asked.

“Elain?” Lucien asked again, confusion and concern flooding his voice. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” Elain said, remembering herself and why she was here. “I came to see you.”

Lucien paled. “I see. Would this be better handled inside?”

“Hm. Yes, I think that would be for the best.”

Without a word, Lucien opened the door and led her up a series of staircases to an apartment on the top floor. Like everything about Lucien, it was clean and quietly elegant and put together: soft curtains fluttered on either side of the windows thrown open wide to let the cool breeze in, and several tasteful chairs were arranged around a low table in the middle of the room. A simple kitchen was in the corner, and a closed door was on the opposite side of the room.

Lucien sighed. “Are you here to break the bond?”

Elain looked startled. Why would he assume that? 

True, Elain had been ignoring her mate for years now, too frightened to belong heart, body and soul to any one being. After Graysen, after Azriel, after her entire world upended when she was pushed into the Cauldron, Elain couldn’t bear the thought of having another supposed constant in her life turn away from her. 

But to permanently sever ties with Lucien, especially now when her visions were pointing him towards her, left an empty, hollow feeling in her stomach.

“I—no, I’m not here to break the bond,” Elain replied. Lucien let out a deep breath and visibly relaxed. “I’m here to ask you why I keep seeing you.”

Lucien’s brows furrowed. “Seeing me? I haven’t seen you in months.”

“No, not like that,” Elain said with a slight roll of her eyes. “I see you. Constantly. In my visions.”

Lucien raised an eyebrow. “And there must be a reason,” Elain went on. “I see you in my mind everyday, without fail, between my… other visions.” Elain winced. “But the only good visions—if that’s what they really are, and not just some type of hallucination—only feature you. And I want to know why.”

Silence greeted her. “You came to see me,” Lucien said slowly, an eyebrow still raised, “to ask me why I keep appearing in your visions?”

Elain flushed. When he said it that way…

“I thought you previously said you couldn’t control your visions. How would I have any control over something you can’t?”

Elain bit her lip. He was completely right—there really was no good reason for her to have come here, to see Lucien and demand answers for something he had nothing to do with. But some part of herself knew Lucien was connected to her sudden violent visions—why else would she have visions of him constantly, and feel the urge to see him now, if he couldn’t help her?

“I—I thought—“

“I’m sorry Elain,” Lucien said quietly. “I don’t know if I can help you.” He looked away, a pained look on his face. “Would you like me to escort you home?”

Elain furrowed her brows. “You want me to leave?”

Lucien raised a quizzical eyebrow. “I just told you I don’t know how to help you. You ignore me for months when I give you gifts and space—I imagine you can’t stand to be in my presence since I told you something you didn’t want to hear.”

Elain glared at him. “Don’t assume to know what I want.”

“You’re right. I can’t assume to know anything about you, because every time I’ve tried, you’ve ignored me like a coward,” Lucien replied coolly.

“I’m not a coward!” Elain hissed, her cheeks turning hot.

Lucien chuckled unkindly. “I bet that’s all you’ve ever been. Hiding behind your sisters, using them as shields so you don’t have to confront anything in your life that bothers you.”

Elain grit her teeth, unable to deny Lucien. Why did she think he would help her, even if he could? Lucien probably detested her, loathed her for everything she’d put him through, and she couldn’t even blame him. 

“Even if I were somehow able to help you,” Lucien went on, putting distance between the two of them, “who’s to say you’d do anything but ignore me after I somehow banished myself from your visions?” Lucien leaned against a kitchen counter, directly in front of a wide window, the morning sunlight streaming in and bathing him in light. “At least this way, I can find comfort in the fact that I’m on your mind in some capacity.”

Elain sucked in a breath. It was identical to her prior vision: Lucien, surrounded in sunlight, his red hair gleaming. His golden mechanical eye paled in comparison to the glow he gave off now. The anger and frustration she felt for the male in front of her faded away. 

If this vision was true, what about the rest of them? Danger and sadness, but also eventual joy and happiness. Could one be had without the other? Was it worth risking everything to find out?

“You’ve been so cold to me for so long,” Lucien went on, ignoring how Elain was looking at him. “You ignored me, tossed me aside—“

“You’re my mate,” Elain breathed, and everything suddenly clicked in her mind. Yes, it was inevitable that there would be death and grief and bone crushing sadness in her life. They had been ever present in her life before she was turned, when she was human, and those emotions would be with her, in some way, shape or form, in her current life. The only difference was that now she had someone to weather the storm with her, and make her remember that happiness was always worth the sadness.

“What did you say?” Lucien asked quietly, looking at her.

“You’re my mate.” The more she said it, the better it felt, settling in her body and cementing her to the present. “You’re my mate. There’s only you.”

Lucien stared at her. The only sound in the room was his mechanical eye, ticking and moving faster than Elain could track. 

“Don’t say things you don’t understand,” Lucien said quietly, staring at the ground. “To say that to me, it’s, it’s…”

“Admitting what we both knew and have been avoiding?”

Lucien took a deep, steadying breath. “How do I know this is real?” Lucien jerked his head to look at Elain. His eye was wide and Elain could hear the fast beating of his heart. “How can I tell if this is what you want?”

Elain cocked her head, staring at the open vulnerability sketched on her mate’s handsome face. “Because I’ve seen my future. I thought it couldn’t be real, that some things must be wrong, but…”

“But? But what?”

“They’re all real,” Elain said quietly. “Horrible, horrible, things, coming soon and also later, but great things as well. Happiness, a family—all with you.”

Lucien’s eye widened. “You’ve seen that? Us? Together?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not saying this because of what you’ve seen? You still have a choice in your future.”

She did, and her own heart sped up to match Lucien’s at the tenderness in his tone. Even now, he wanted Elain to have a choice, and wanted Elain to choose him.

“I think my visions have been urging me towards you for a long time. They know what I’ve been too afraid to admit.”

“And what’s that?”

“That I could be happy with you. That I will be happy with you.”

Lucien swallowed but didn’t move towards her, a wary look on his face. From what she’d heard about her mate from Feyre and Rhys, Lucien was never short on words, but his silence hung over their heads in the room.

Elain had already taken the first metaphorical step towards healing her relationship with Lucien—what were a few physical steps to convince him of her words?

Walking towards Lucien like he was a frightened animal, Elain stopped right in front of him. His heart was still beating fast—nerves, excitement, anticipation, she couldn’t be sure. 

“I still hear your heart.” Elain took one of Lucien’s large hands in hers—he was so warm—and held it against her chest, over her own stuttering heart. “Do you hear mine?”

Lucien gasped, his eye wide and mouth open as if he could finally hear the constant drumming of his mate’s heart, like Elain had heard ever since she emerged from the Cauldron. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but she swore she saw some type of shimmering cord wrap around Lucien’s hand from where it connected with her chest and traveled along his arm—

Elain lost sight of the cord entwining them together when Lucien leaned down and kissed her, consuming her mind, body and soul. 

It was blissfully silent in her mind for just a moment before a wave of images flashed before her eyelids, one after another after another, too fast for her to comprehend. It was like a lifetime’s worth of visions being crammed into the space of a few seconds and Elain gasped, overwhelmed with everything—

“Elain, what’s wrong? Breath, breath for me.”

And just as soon as they appeared, her visions fled at the first touch of Lucien’s touch, one hand on the back of her head, another on her lower back and rubbing soothing circles against her with his thumb.

“There, that’s better.” Lucien continued comforting her, and Elain realized what a fool she’d been the past years, to deny herself the sheer solace her mate provided her with just a few soft words and touches. “Was that…?”

“Yes.” Elain worked to steady her breathing. “I saw everything.”

Lucien paled. “Everything?”

Elain nodded, staring up at him. “We’ll travel… somewhere together. And Vassa will be wreathed in a crown of flame and feathers.”

“Elain—“

“Your father will rise to his full glory—”

“Beron?”

“No, the other one,” Elain snapped, massaging her temples. If only he could see. “And you’ll take your place next to him.”

“Other one? What are you—?”

“The man at the lake will fall and his birds released into the wind, but not without great cost.”

Lucien stared at Elain aghast.

“The Dread Trove will be restored, with the help of visitors from worlds so close to ours, but separated by the thinnest of veils.”

“Elain—“

“But we’ll be happy together, in the land of perpetual sun.”

“We will?”

“Yes, the two of us. You glow in the future. And we’ll have children—I’m not sure how many, at least two—“

Lucien’s lips stopped any more words from leaving her mouth. “Elain,” he chuckled against her, his lips kissing the corners of her mouth. “Let’s leave some things as a surprise, hm?”

“But what about—umph!”

Lucien’s lips slotted against her own again, his hands cradling her jaw, and Elain let her train of thought taper off. 

“We don’t need to worry about any of that now,” he whispered. “Let your mate take care of you, hm?”

Elain wanted to argue, that they absolutely should worry about what she had just witnessed, but then Lucien was kissing her again. His big hands trailed down her waist, then over her hips and behind her to cup her bottom. Whatever would come to pass would come—not admitting to her feelings and spending time with Lucien wouldn’t change that. 

So Elain twisted her hand in Lucien’s shirt and nipped at his lips and smiled in triumph when she felt him gasp against her. Her victory was short-lived: with one graceful swoop, Lucien carried her in his arms towards the closed door in his apartment.

As she suspected, it was a bedroom. Elain didn’t have time to study the room in detail, as Lucien tossed her on the bed then followed after her, climbing on top of her and resuming his heated kisses.  

“Is this alright?” he whispered, his lips trailing down her jaw, throat and collarbone.

“Yes!” she gasped as his lips skimmed her upper chest. She was on fire, and knew Lucien would only stoke the flames of her desire the more he touched her. “Off, off—!”

Together, they wrestled her dress off and soon, Elain was bare in front of her mate on his bed. Before, she might have felt self conscious—she’d only been with Graysen, and that was in a dark room—but she had no reason to be embarrassed, not when Lucien was staring at her like his world had just been shattered and made new in the span of an afternoon.

“Elain,” he croaked, glancing at her body before settling on her bright face. “You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”

Elain smiled, her chest warm and beating, before Lucien was on top of her again, his lips against hers. She threaded her hands through his long hair and moved her hands over his neck, his back, his chest, anywhere that she could, just to feel more of his body. 

Lucien moved down her body, his lips licking and pecking at her sensitive breasts, her bellybutton—Cauldron, she had seen this too—before settling between her legs.

“Yes?” he asked, an eyebrow raised. Still checking on her, making sure she wanted this, wanted him. Lucien was breathing heavily, his eye darting to the curls between her legs and her heated face. He swallowed, like he was barely holding onto his restraint.

Elain wasn’t faring any better. “Yes,” she responded desperately, canting her hips towards him. Lucien needed no further persuasion: gripping her inner thighs, he wrenched her thighs apart and lowered himself between them.

The first, hot press of his tongue against her folds had Elain arching her back against his bed. The next swipe of his tongue against her clit made her grab Lucien’s head and keep him right where she wanted him. 

Lucien didn’t seem to mind; groaning into her cunt, Lucien kept licking and sucking, gradually inserting one, then another thick finger inside her tight channel and thrusting. Elain moaned her approval, too delirious with pleasure to form words. 

After nearly no time at all, Lucien crooked his fingers a certain way inside her, his tongue flicking her clit and his eye intense on her face, and Elain was coming. It was all consuming, but immediately her body craved more, more, more.

“Lucien!” Elain gasped, pushing his head away from between her legs, where he had been gently lapping at her swollen bud. “I need you!”

Lucien sat back on his haunches, breathing heavily but studying Elain. “You already have me, Elain.”

Elain felt her heart twist, knowing he’d given himself to her the day she crawled out of the cauldron and the mating bond snapped. But although Lucien had long ago given himself to her, Elain hadn’t yet done the same for him. She needed to reassure her mate that she wanted him.

Silently, Elain rose from the bed and helped Lucien discard his clothes. The more and more golden-brown skin he revealed to her, the warmer Elain felt; whether the heat was coming from Lucien or herself, she couldn’t be sure. 

Soon, he was naked, and Lucien’s glorious body was on display. Elain felt a sudden rush of pride: this strong, clever, handsome male was all hers, and no one else’s.

“Have you…?” Lucien began when he was over her once again, the tip of his cock brushing her folds.

“Yes,” Elain responded, shifting her hips to get comfortable. He was so close to where she needed him.

“Are you sure—“

Elain stopped his question with her lips, soft and sweet, against his. Lucien was on his elbows above her, his face inches from her own. Silently, she moved her hand over the scars on his face and traced them gently, then leaned up to kiss them lovingly. 

Shivering, Lucien pressed against her, working himself inside her tight channel. He went slowly, letting her adjust, until finally he bottomed out inside her. 

Elain felt full. Not just from Lucien’s length, but from it all meant for her: having someone with her, always, to defend her, protect her, care for her, and support her. She belonged to someone, and someone belonged to her. She could cry from how happy she felt. 

And as Lucien finally shifted his hips and began moving, his body and his heat above and within her, Elain felt grounded for the first time since she was turned. Her mind quieted, no longer tormenting her with what would happen, but blessedly blank, letting her focus on being with her mate. 

Elain was thankful; she didn’t want to miss any of what she was experiencing. Lucien was thick inside her, moving slowly but steadily. He was being so polite, exactly what she expected from the gentleman Elain knew Lucien was.

But Elain was selfish, especially now, and she wanted more.

“I need—“ Elain gasped, unsure how to communicate what she wanted.

Like Lucien could read her mind, he shifted one of her legs up against his hip and thrust hard inside her. Stars exploded behind her eyelids and Elain could hear the smirk in Lucien’s voice. “Is that what you needed?”

“Yes!” Elain moaned as Lucien leaned back on his knees, her leg still propped up against his body. 

“What else do you need, Elain?” Lucien crooned softly above her, increasing his pace inside her. He swiped a thumb over her clit.

“Yes, Lucien, more,” Elain begged quietly, quickly approaching her peak.  

“Ask nicely,” Lucien grunted. He was fucking into her hard now, hilting his cock fully inside her. Sweat rolled down his neck and chest. “Tell me what you need.”

“Keep touching me and stay with me, please.” She hadn’t meant to say that last part. After everything they’d been through, it was too much to ask of him. Elain expected Lucien to freeze, but it only seemed to spur him on.

“Anything. Anything you want,” Lucien groaned, his thumb furiously circling her clit and like an explosion, Elain came. It was like nothing she’d felt before; indescribable pleasure raced up and down her spine, pleasure that came from not just Lucien touching her, but the knowledge that he was hers, and she was his.

Elain was dimly aware of Lucien cursing to himself before he pressed his length inside her and came, collapsing on top of her as his orgasm petered out. He rolled them over so Elain was on his chest.

If Elain thought his heartbeat was loud before, it was nothing compared to the explosive drumming now. It soothed her, though, and Elain felt her eyes drift close after only a few moments.

“I’m sorry,” Lucien whispered against her temple later that afternoon after they had woken up for a second round of lovemaking. “For those horrible things I called you earlier. That wasn’t fair of me.”

“But they were true, as much as it hurts to admit it.”

“But that doesn’t mean I needed to say them.”

Elain sighed into Lucien’s chest and twined her legs with his under the thin sheet on his bed. “If you hadn’t said them, I’m not sure we would have ended up here, right now.”

“But surely you saw this coming.” Elain could hear the grin on his face. “Surely one of your visions—“

“My visions have told me quite a bit about the two of us,” Elain admitted, her cheeks red. “But didn’t you say earlier that some things should be a surprise?”

Lucien dropped a kiss to her nose, and Elain felt his heat suffuse her entire body with that one peck. “I did say that. I may not be terribly fond of them, but if they all concern you, then I’ll gladly let each day with you be a surprise.”

#elucienweek2023 #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar #my fic #my fics #i have given up on moodboards #and will now be making crappy banners for fics #gRAphIc DesIGn IS mY pASSioN #like this is laughably bad lmao #anyways this fic is my first canon universe fic for these two #a court of thorns and roses #happy elucien week!

[vintageshanny]

Tender-Hearted Big Daddy

So this is my first attempt at an Elvis x reader story. I haven’t written anything other than poetry in a while, so I hope this turned out okay. A little nervous to share, but please let me know what you think!

Content: Big Daddy Elvis, sex, fluff, 18+

You sat in an easy chair by the bedroom window trying to focus on your book, but you couldn't stop raising your head to peer out the window.  Elvis should be home any minute from his latest tour, and you just couldn't wait to see him.  Normally you would accompany him on tour, but you hadn't been feeling well when he left, and he insisted that you just stay home at Graceland and rest.  You smiled a little bit to yourself at how, after all this time together, two weeks apart still felt way too long.  Then your brow furrowed a little wondering if he had been taking care of himself these two weeks without you and what his state of mind would be when he got home.  You knew he had been getting really down sometimes.

All your worries were quickly replaced by excitement when you heard the gates opening and looked up to see Elvis' car coming up the driveway.  Still in your satin robe, you bounded down the stairs, threw open the door, and flung yourself into his waiting arms.  "Daddy's home, honey," his deep voice boomed in your ear as he held you tight in his arms.  He walked you backward into the house.  "Did ya miss me baby?" he asked, looking lovingly into your eyes.  "You have no idea, Daddy," you said as you pressed your lips against his soft sweet mouth.  "Are you hungry?  Can I get you anything?"  He let out a small sigh and breathed, "I'm just so tired, honey.  I'd love to just lie down with you and rest for a bit, if that's okay."  "Of course it's okay, my love," you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his and pulling him upstairs toward the bedroom.

When you reached the bedroom, Elvis kicked his shoes off, turned the TV on low, and reached for his silky black pajamas.  "I'll be right there, baby," you called out as you headed for the bathroom.  You closed the door and slipped off your robe, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror.  You were wearing a short lace-trimmed nightie with a deep v-neck that showed off your cleavage, with nothing underneath.  You did want to let Elvis rest, but you also were in desperate need of his physical affection.  You craved him so much when he was gone, lying in bed alone each night with an aching emptiness inside you.

You stepped out of the bathroom and strode over to your sweet man.  He looked up and his eyes widened with lust at the sight of your silky nightgown clinging to your curves.  "Goddamn baby, you're a sight for sore eyes.  You don't want Daddy to get any rest, do you?" he said with a little smirk on his lips.  You climbed up on the bed and straddled his lap.  "I just hoped we could take care of each other first, my love," you whispered as you leaned in for a passionate kiss.  "Mmm," he let out a soft groan as your tongue gently circled his.  He pulled back a little to get a good look at you.  " I do want to take care of my baby," he murmured as he put his large hands on your breasts and rubbed his thumbs against your hardened nipples that were showing right through your thin nightie.  "And I want to take care of you, Daddy," you whispered, reaching your hands out to unbutton his pajama top.  He clamped one massive hand over both of yours to stop you.  "Hold on, honey, I-I-I..." his voice broke into a stutter and then trailed off.  You waited patiently for him to continue, his hand still holding yours down against his chest.  You could feel his heartbeat accelerate as he looked down to avoid eye contact.  "I-I-I don't l-l-look how I used to," he said quietly in a tone that sounded almost embarrassed.  "What do you mean, baby?  It's only been two weeks," you said with some confusion.  He paused and then went on, still looking down, his face flushed, "A lot of people expect me to look like I did five or ten years ago.  M-m-maybe you wish that too?" he questioned, afraid to look at your reaction.  Your heart plummeted at the thought that anyone had made him feel bad about his changing appearance - this beautiful, sweet man.  You pulled your hands out from under his and gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look you in the eye.  You could see that some tears had formed in his beautiful, ocean-blue eyes.  You knew it could be hard for him to show this vulnerability; he usually tried to hide his sensitivity under a macho exterior.  "Baby, listen to me," you implored gently but firmly.  "You have a beauty in you that radiates through every pore of your being.  Whether it's 10 years ago, today, or 20 years from now, you will always be the most beautiful man in the world to me.  I don't care that your appearance has changed over the years.  I will always love every part of you.  Do you understand?"  He nodded and quickly wiped a tear from his eye.  "Thank you, baby."  He continued with a somewhat sheepish grin, "Do I still turn you on?"  "Oh, Daddy, I'll show you what you do to me," you said in a sultry voice.

You reached for his pajama top again, and this time, he let you unbutton it and slide it back off his shoulders.  You couldn't stop a groan from escaping your lips just from the sight of his sexy, hairy chest.  You leaned forward and flicked your tongue against his nipples.  Then you left a trail of kisses down his belly, your hands running over every part of him.  You hooked your fingers in the sides of his pajama bottoms, and he lifted himself slightly so you could pull them down.  Your eyes lit up at the sight of his large cock, now semi-hard.  Laying your eyes on his naked body never ceased to excite you.  You took his cock in your hand and pumped it slowly, feeling it grow hard as a rock.  Gently pulling the foreskin back, you leaned down toward your prize.  You could hear Elvis' breathing grow heavier, and as you touched your tongue to the tip of his cock, swirling it around and licking up the precum, he let out a beautiful moan that was music to your ears.  You took him fully in your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat and coating every inch of his cock with your saliva.  You felt your own wetness just leaking out of you.

Pulling your mouth off of him, you leaned back up by his face.  "I want you to feel what you do to me, Daddy," you whispered in his ear, your warm breath sending a shiver through his body, making his cock twitch.  You grabbed his hand and moved it to the wet heat between your legs.  "Oh, mama," he groaned with pleasure as his fingers slid right through your folds.  "Is that wet pussy all for me?"  All for you, Daddy," you whispered.  "Only for you."  You gasped as he slid two fingers into your tight hole and rubbed his thumb on your clit.  "Mmm my baby stayed so tight for me," his voice rumbled in your ear.  "I want to taste my sweet girl."  Elvis flipped you over onto your back and spread your legs apart.  He flicked his tongue against your clit while he pumped his long fingers inside of you.  "Oh Elvis, I needed you so bad," you called out.  He moved his fingers out of you and stuck his tongue in their place.  You could not stifle the passionate moans that were coming out of you with each breath as his tongue darted in and out of you.  "Daddy, I need you inside of me.  So deep inside of me."  You pulled your nightgown off as he moved his body up on the bed, hovering over yours, and lined up his hard cock with your soaking wet entrance.  You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed his cock all the way in.  "Elvis!" you moaned so loud that it was lucky no one else was in the house.  He looked down at your breasts jiggling beneath him as he rammed into you.  "God, baby, you're so beautiful," he moaned.  He leaned his head down to kiss your nipples, then your neck, then your mouth.  "Oh baby," you moaned into his mouth.  "I think I'm gonna cum."  "That's it, baby, cum for Daddy.  Show me how much you love me, baby."  You could feel your moan catch in your throat as your orgasm hit so hard you could barely breath.  Elvis followed right after you, his cock pulsing inside of you, his cum filling you up.  

After riding the wave of pleasure, he collapsed, pressing his body into yours.  "My sweet baby, you always know how to take care of me," he whispered in your ear.  "We take care of each other," you whispered back, holding him tight.  You never felt as loved and cared for as you did in these moments with Elvis.  

#big daddy elvis #elvis #elvis x reader #sexy #this man #elvis smut

[brightfancies]

James x Narcissa: caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them . 

Patience is not his virtue.

James takes the cigarette from his lips between thumb and forefinger, letting out clouds of smoke into the air. He leans a foot against the brick wall behind him, a small crew around chatting and joking and he laughs along to each clever thing said by his friend. But the deep, hazel of his eyes are locked on to the lithe figure of the blonde witch across the quad. 

The boy was drowning in need, and no one noticed.

No one but her, he’s sure. 

There’s a little kick to her pointed foot, sitting calm and collected with a book resting on her lap where his head should be. A far better actress, blue eyes had looked up only four times, if James had counted correctly. And each damn time, a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips as she slowly, but surely, looked away. James knows she could hold her own, but the snakes amongst her pay far closer attention to her than do his very own lions. Besides, it was all too -- enticing, to note the soft shade of pink that played on her cheeks soon after their eyes met and the world disappeared. To know that he spurred such a reaction, it was bloody intoxicating! James pictured in his mind’s eye crossing the open space between them, taking her into his arms, his hands cradling her face as he devoured her mouth with no remorse. The very idea of it had him dragging in cold air to ease his most primal cravings. Gods, did he have no restraint? Was he just a bloody animal?

He was beginning to find out a very definite answer to this question when it came to his best friend. 

The group of Slytherins around her begin scatter and amble back to the castle walls, and it is his window of opportunity. Grasping on to the leather strap of his satchel, he murmurs some excuse he soon forgets -- gotta go find Sirius, it’s time for tea, a quick stop at the library -- and follows right behind them, just far enough that he seems arrogant instead of desperate. A confident walk, his usual, but she turns inconspicuously to look over her shoulder, and he smiles at her, lovingly, playfully even -- turning in the first corner, a nod sent her way. 

James had been a good boy since returning from their break. The boy would go to the ends of the world and back to ensure nothing - else - hurt her. Part of that, he imagined, the intuitive boy that he is, is creating some sort of plan to approach their…situation. While the Gryffindor cannot imagine a world where his love and affection for the young witch is celebrated, he’d never put her in a position to choose. James was more than happy sneaking around, laughing in the shadows, kissing her in empty rooms and empty halls. Her wishes were his command, and as long as he could correspond, he was happy - lucky, even. Even if his heart ached to scream the depths of his feelings for Narcissa Black to the top of his lungs. 

For now, though - he’d take this. This was more than enough. 

The worn-out knob turned and his lips curved into a smile. The blonde witch appeared through the threshold, wooden door cracking into a close and he moved instinctively - fast, desperate. Predatory, even. James cages her against the brick wall behind her, his arms at her side and he leans in, grasping her lips into a hungry kiss. Like he’d walked through the desert and found his reverie, a groan reverberates against her mouth, taking a step closer, flushed against her body. James wondered for a moment if she could feel his heart hammering against his chest. 

“I missed you,” he says into their kiss, his tongue tasting the sweetness of her lower lip before diving again into the warmth of her mouth. Fancy perfume and fresh, minty herbs invade his senses and he thinks he'll go mad. He couldn’t get enough of her! James didn’t know when exactly he went from finding joy and peace in her company to adding on a nice, healthy mixture of nearly obsessive want for the witch in his arms.

His hand falls to her chin, tipping her higher, tracing a trail of kisses from the curve of her lips, to the edge of her jaw, and down into her neck. “Fuck, Cissy - am I making you late to class?” he laughs against her skin, tilting his head to caress the space of her ear with the warmth of his breath. “If it’s potions, I am positive Slughorn will let you be just a bit late.”

#&. golden boy #&. golden boy / ask meme #just imagine him w a shirt #or don't

[linguisticloud]

where are my morning cuddles? | tsukishima x fem! reader

summary: a small (and self-indulgent hehe) au of tsuki as a husband and soon-to-be father for the first time

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: idk if this is a warning but: pregnant reader

notes: it is my first time writing this kind of fluff so hopefully this isn't too cheesy or lacking, also i was so soft imagining this side of tsuki, he would spoil you and treat you so well with just a sprinkle of sarcasm and teasing, the perfect mix <3 <3 <3

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You woke up feeling a little dizzy, eyes still pretty much sensitive to the sunlight that lit up the shared bedroom and the birds outside the window helping you regain consciousness after a night of much needed, heavy sleep.

It was a very nice Saturday morning, the weather was just the right temperature and the sky was clear and blue. Trees were starting to blossom and nature was waking up as well, it had been a rough winter but now spring was here and you were living for it.

After stretching as softly as you could, you realised the empty spot on the king-sized bed. An instant pout filled your features, these were minutes that were usually spent with your husband, Tsukishima.

Anyone would think he wasn't a fan of morning cuddles but oh boy, they couldn't be more wrong. Yes, Tsukishima was not very good at expressing emotions and sometimes he could be uncomfortable with physical touch, but that was on public settings, where curious eyes and chatty mouths could be witnesses and he didn't want that. You didn't want that.

The private intimacy you both shared was so precious and calm, a safe place where only you two could see each other's vulnerability. And now, in the comfort of your home you wanted all the cuddles and affection in the world, something that Tsukishima didn't mind giving to you, especially now that you were expecting your first child and you were filled with hormones that made you very clingy.

At first you were scared to become a bother to him, but in fact, he enjoyed it. Tsukishima had always been very attentive and now with his little one on the way, he became even more caring.

He took the day off whenever you had a doctor appointment so he wouldn't miss any of the process, he would include all your favourite snacks when grocery shopping and he even took the time to learn how to properly change a diaper and assembly the little wooden cradle he bought for the baby.

Anything you needed, he got you covered. Back pain? He was on it with a massage. Cravings? He already had the keys at hand. Emotional days? He came home early with some take out and wrapped both of you in a blanket.

Everyday you got to see how much he loved you and his baby; you wish you could help him and show your gratitude more but now in your eight month it was very hard to move around. The doctor said it was going to be a big baby boy, just like his father.

"Oh, hi there, love."

The blonde stood at the kitchen counter, finishing serving two plates that looked heavenly. Omelettes, a lot of veggies and even orange juice, your favourite. His lean and tall figure towered the kitchen and his messy hair fell perfectly on his handsome face. His glasses barely hiding his still sleepy gaze.

"Babe, you shouldn't have..." you said as you made your way to him, side-hugging him as he placed a delicate kiss on your head and then on your forehead. "You look so tired, why don't we go upstairs and sleep for a little more?"

"I see someone is missing her morning cuddles, huh?" he laughed while moving the plates to the table, smirking at me.

"Shut up, you wish" you said crossing your arms and he let out a hearty laugh as the both of you sat down and started to eat.

"Don't you dare leave the vegetables aside, there's a reason I included so many of them." Tsukishima said as he noticed you picking the green leaves and beetroots with the fork.

"And that reason would be?" you questioned with a funny look.

"I want my son to be as healthy as possible, he can't get all the nutrients if all his mother eats are chips and ice cream." he scoffed as he gently patted your belly. "Right, little one? You need all of them if you want to grow as tall and handsome as daddy."

You were about to complain about his (accurate) mocking of your eating habits but watching him be so caring and completely involved with your child had you in awe. Your eyes were fixed in his own, so lovingly admiring your still growing bump. Tears started to dwell up on your eyes and when you thought this couldn't get any more wholesome, you felt a sudden kick on your belly.

Tsukishima widened his eyes, this wasn't the first kick but he seemed so awestruck as the first time. Your son kept kicking, almost as if he was agreeing with his father words.

"See, love? He thinks I'm right." Tsukki said as he turned his gaze to you, who was already sobbing. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, babe?" his pair of hands starting to softly caress your face.

"Thank you." you said as you put your hands on his. "For everything."

He smiled.

"It's the least I can do, love" your husband said as he hugged you for a while, massaging the sides of your arms and leaning his head on top of yours. "Gosh, who would think you'd be such a crybaby..." he laughed, kissing your nose.

"Shut up" you laughed, jokingly punching his side.

"Still, you have to eat those veggies or else I won't be giving you your morning cuddles today." Tsukishima said while getting up to wash the dishes.

"Mean...so mean" you laughed and shook your head.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, you could see the small tears on the corner of his eyes and the little smile on his face from the moment you shared before, remembering you once more how lucky you were to have Tsukishima Kei as your husband and soon-to-be father of your child.

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tags: @1-fuzzy-squirrels @plutorine @nctseventeensworld @masaquette @awh-bliss @meemsx @badbiddiesonly @juno-baby @btsxxjimin @aestheticallyetherial @moons-cosplay @iwaizooomie @enderpe4rl @ciaoiie @bnnnmlk @ittybittyblackgirl @tsukkisdinoaddiction @chill-fangirl @burnmyart @hakatovi19 @mysticalbonkgothslime @spencerreidsbarber @nunuchedebriss hope you like it!!!

#tsukishima hcs #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #kei tsukishima #tsukishima au #tsukki x y/n #tsukki x reader #tsukki x you #pregnant reader #tsukishima kei #domestic fluff #haikyuu #hq x y/n

[moonctzeny]

Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

#wayv reactions #nct reactions #wayv fluff #nct fluff #wayv #lucas scenarios #ten lee #nct ten #wayv xiaojun #wayv angst #nct angst #wayv yangyang #wayv hendery #liu yangyang #kun wayv #wayv x reader #winwin scenarios #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles #nct imagines #wayv imagines

[bluecookies02]

moth!shigaraki x f!reader-NSFW

another lovely commission for @sinclairsamess they do be giving me the horny regularly 😌👌

link for my ko-fi is in the bio so if you feel like it, you can drop by or just dm me for info/ideas/prices

warnings: breeding, creampie, implied impregnation, needy shiggy🥺

/masterlist/

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He doesn't know how to stop it, pumping load after load into his own fist, crying out your name as he whimpers in agony.

He won't admit it but he humped your pillows, ruined your clothes, came in his own pants, yet he still couldn't stop his cock from twitching and throbbing all over again each time he busted to the image of you in his head.

If only he had the strength to pick himself up and go to your place, just break the window open and latch onto your tits as he grinds his dick against your pussy.

Every muscle in his body is urging him to move, but he just simply can't, the need to empty his cock over and over again making it almost impossible to even stand up, his wings weak and trembling each time he tries to sit up.

Maybe you weren't even home, you didn't pick up his calls or answered his texts, probably not even bothering to open countless voice messages he left in his hurried and desperate state.

He can even vividly see you in the doorway, scolding him and belittling him as he coats his chest in his cum, the mare second of relief washing over him as he looks around the room only to find it empty.

Yet he can hear the soft clacking of boots climbing up the stairs, the pacing of them perfectly familiar, and the smell and taste of you already embedded on his tongue as you near the door.

Fuck, if you open that door he knows he won't be able to stop himself, knows how much he needs your tight little cunt squeezing around him and he's already rushing to greet you before you open the door.

You open it with a gentle smile plastered over your face, his naked form making him vulnerable, his muscles flexing and his wings flapping excitedly as he tries not to pounce on you.

"Hi sweetheart, you go-"

"Pleasee!" his desperate cry reaches your ears, your arms grabbing ahold of his face and pushing your lips against his, your tongue delving into his mouth as your hips grind against his, the sticky liquid staining your skirt.

You listened over every single voicemail he left, your hands moving to unclasp the front of your bra.

Shigaraki's hands already hiking your shirt up and latching onto your tits, humping your leg as he pulls at the bud between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue as you push his face against you.

Lacing your fingers through his messy hair, you let out small whimpers and moans, coaxing him into letting go and having his way with you.

"Go ahead baby, take whatever you need from me. I'm yours..."

his hands rushed all over your body as soon as you said the words, his antennas tickling your face as he hungrily nibbled at your skin.

God how much you adored him, how bad you craved to have him stuff you full, the desire to make him feel good and loved clouding your mind.

One pair of his strong arms lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his back as he pushed you against a wall.

At this point you couldn't understand his incoherent mumbles, your own language becoming foreign to him as he pushed your panties to the side, your skirt held up by another pair of hands.

He looked at you for the last time before sinking his cock into your cunt, your throat closing up as you winced in pain.

His lips ghosted over your cheeks, leaving small pecks as he urged himself not to move yet.

Your walls accommodated to him, a feeling of greed and painful arousal overpowering you.

You don't know how or why, but you ended up trying to sink yourself down onto him, his tip pushing against your cervix as you swallowed him up.

You could feel the ridges of his cock molding your sex into his own shape, your walls clamping down on him, barely letting him move.

A sudden wave of shame hits him when he feels his cock spasm, pumping his seed into you before he even had the chance to fuck you properly.

His head moves to the crook of your neck, a series of small sniffles snapping your attention back to your lover, your mind hazy from the intoxicating burn of his hot cum.

He thinks the ground will swallow him up when he feels your burning lips pressing against the shell of his ear.

His arms tightened around you, trapping you against him like he was scared that you would run away.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders reassuringly, wiggling your hips as you feel the sticky liquid threaten to spill out.

One of his hands goes to your hole, collecting the few drops that dripped down his stiff length, smearing it over your puffy clit in an attempt to please you.

"Fuck Tenko...I know you have more of that for me, I need every single drop baby..." you beg, trailing a hand down to the junction of his wings, tugging at them as his cock slowly slides out of you, his cum dripping onto his cock and pooling around his shaft.

"That's right baby, fuck it into me, gonna breed me nice and good? Can you do that for me?" you coo, sliding his cock between your lips before trying to push it against your tight hole.

You hear him take in a large gulp of breath, blinking away the tears that stung his red eyes.

His hands hold onto you tightly, slowly guiding you onto his length, his eyes now glued to the way your pussy stretches open for his cock. Your creamy pussy swallowed him up so perfectly, making it so easy to just ram into you.

His attention was snapped back up to your face when you mumbled a soft and breathless "right there" before leaning your head against the wall, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as spit smeared over the corner of your mouth.

There was something erotic in the way he could manhandle you, delving into you with great force as he practically used you as a flashlight, your shaky voice filling his ears as you moaned his name over and over again.

You could feel the pressure of one of his hands dipping between your folds, pressing only lightly as he buried his head into your breasts, gliding his tongue across your skin before latching onto your rosy bud.

Your nails dug into his shoulders once he bit down, growling against you when you felt his cock twitch again, your pussy clamping down on him while you bite your lip, chasing his fingers ghosting over your clit, so desperately wanting to cum with him.

The knot in your tummy snaps, white clouding your mind as you dizzily bump your forehead with his, looking at his blissed-out face with adoration.

You cling to him still, knowing that your legs have gone numb from clutching around him this whole time, refusing to move when he tries to let you down.

He smiles lovingly, his own knees trembling a bit before he places you on the bed, kissing your cheek and settling his head between your legs.

"What are you-?" you mumble, tiredly placing your hand over his head as he dives face first into your heat, lapping up at your sensitive hole and gulping down your release, his tongue going across your slick covered thighs.

He tastes his own tangy seed on his buds, pushing the slowly seeping liquid back into you with his fingers, mumbling a soft "momma" against your skin.

You blush at the thought, pulling him up and placing his head against your chest, chuckling when his fingers dive into your pussy, lazily playing with it as he leaves open mouth kisses along your breasts, his thick length poking your leg.

You look at his red cheeks, his eyes "innocently" peering at you.

Who were you to deny him?

leave a comment, reblog, like...i love affection 🥺 gimmie, it don't have to be nice, spit in my face, call me a bitch, tnx.

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Requests:closed

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Ko-fi link is in my bio💕

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[kalinawtokilig]

HQ comforting you (Series)

Heyyyy everyone! Anyone mentally stable not to jump out the window but sad enough to sleep until the next month?

Alright, since I'm in quarantine already having grand arguments with family, I'm going to project my seeping repressed emotions by writing!

Enjoy babes, cause this is gonna be a series of various drabbles, headcanons, of multiple Haikyuu characters being at your side when you feel like everlasting shit :')

I'm starting off with my forever 2D soulmates of Haikyuu! How I'm gonna write this is 5 CHARACTERS each post. Let's start off with the big, bara, Godzilla babe himself-

>How they comfort you:

Iwaizumi Hajime will come home ready to shower and shower you with kisses and cuddles. The best moments with you are having your figure cradled in-between his arms, slightly flexing because he simply adores your attention and craves your compliments. He is ready to be vulnerable with you in the confines of the apartment and he always welcomes you to be vulnerable with him. He will ask you about your day and if you want to vent or rant about something that's been annoying you. When you are done, he'll flood you with soft kisses and proceed to hug you a bit tighter, but not bone-crushing. IWAIZUMI HAJIME understands that you're not made of glass and you're not a fragile flower, but he wants to cherish you and needs you to know that he loves how strong you can be and will appreciate it even more if you let him care for you the way you truly deserve. He has always been known to be the 'Pillar of Strength' by Oikawa, his friends, and his old high school team, he's ready to be a pillar of strength for you. You can cry or punch or kick or scream, he'll be by your side to catch you and help you back up.

Sugawara Koushi will write on post-it notes the reasons why he loves you thus attaching polaroid photos of the shenanigans you pull and the dates you had together. When he's on his lunch break, he will send voice memos of how his day is going and wishes to hear about your day and how you're feeling. When he comes home, you're both tired, BUT he will always go the extra mile for you to run a calming bubble bathe, along with your favorite drink on the small table near the bathtub. SUGAWARA KOUSHI will massage you and crack corny jokes as you both bathe together and once you're done, he will pamper you and tuck you into bed, thus opening the TV to watch a show with you so you can both talk shit about how messy the plot is. Sugawara will trace shapes, hearts, his name, your name, and your name with HIS last name - This man will constantly remind you that you are the reason he pushes him to be his best self and he will be damned if he doesn't help you become your best self- Not because of him... It's cause YOU deserve to be happy and be YOUR best self.

Suna Rintaro will observe the smallest changes or tells in your behavior and the tight smiles that can barely reach your eyes he so lovingly steals glances at to see the playful glint in them, and recognize that you're not feeling your best. Suna would not confront to you about it at first, but he will show through acts of service to tell you that say 'I'm always here for you'. It can be by rushing home early so he can cook for you, if he does come late, he'll order your favorite food from that restaurant or fast food place you really like. Suna will drag you into his arms cause he knows how exhausting putting up with people can be and how emotionally draining arguing with stupid people is - I will tell you once SUNA RINTARO will place your head on his chest so you can focus on the grounding heartbeat, gently massaging the nape of your neck and softly play that playlist he made for you when he realized that he loves you so ever dearly. He'll even ask his little sister to send him those facemasks (even ask her to FT you cause you two click so well) or call up his mother to text him the recipe of that dish you ask him to make because you always pay attention to him, his nonsense, and cater to his needs. He wants to be the person that even though you're about to fall apart, he'll make life a little easier with subtle actions rather than grand gestures.

TENDOU SATORI will go above and beyond to comfort you. He can bake, cook, sing you to sleep, read for you, play a sad anime/cartoon movie for you. He understands how you have your low days and how it can affect your wellbeing. He will understand that you can vent to him, sobbing or 'ugly crying' (which he finds adorable because you still look so pretty crying, pouring your feelings to HIM?!...TENDOU SATORI will always find you beautiful, even if you claim how 'ugly' you cry, or wake up in the morning with drool and messy hair...Who cares? You wipe away the morning glory from his eyes, you take care of him when he comes home tired and slightly sticky from catering his own business, you find HIM attractive and he's always astounded by that!) Tendou can take a day off and be your lovely househusband so when you come home, he'll take care of YOU! This man will remove your shoes, take off your coat, do the laundry, have food ready for you on the coffeetable so you both can watch anime or he'll listen intently to what's bothering you at work! Tendou ALWAYS pays attention to you cause you are his PRIORITY! He knows when he’s hovering and he will step away- he assures you that no matter what’s going on, he’ll be ready to find ways to make you realize how loved you are and how much HE love YOU.

Yachi Hitoka will draw cutesy comics of you and her being the dorks you are, even recreating you reacting to her most embarrassing and clumsy moments. Yachi Hitoka knows how work can be too much, the workload overbearing - she sees it in your posture and the dark bars under your eyes when you finish typing documents and coming to bed, spooning her a bit tightly to remember that she’s here with you. She will wake up a bit earlier to make YOU breakfast and bento box. When you wake up, she peppers your face with kisses and presses her lips upon your knuckles and fingers. When your day off finally comes, she buys a new matching pajama set! Both of you will jam out to music, sing at the top of your lungs cause maybe- the stress you’re carrying will be taken out by doing these activities. She may even suggest going out to eat brunch together, then proceed going to stores that you like and coming home to do a shopping haul! When you don’t have time for that, she’ll go shopping herself to buy the necessities you’re running out of, then extra gifts! YACHI HITOKA will make her own gift as well, something sentimental to add onto the shopping she bought so when you come home and you’re both cuddling, she’ll pull out the gift! Yachi Hitoka will help you FEEL these emotions and she will give you what you need to remind yourself that it’s okay to let yourself loose and be given the care and love.

I kinda cried writing this ngl— I’m having HEART PALPITATIONS 😀😀😀

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #yachi hitoka x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #tendou satori x reader #sugawara koushi x reader

[mrs-takami-keigo]

Idk if you do nsfw but... Hawks masturbating while thinking of his crush and moaning their name, then their crush walks in on them and they have sexxy timee

NSFW is my middle name~ Especially when it comes to my bird husband. I also made this a non-binary reader and this was my first time doing that, I hope you like it and it’s not horrible!

I’m slowly going through all my requests, I’m sorry it’s taking so long. My job has me working INSANE hours but I'm tryna get back into the swing of things. I have three days off this week so I’m hoping I can get more requests done, also I am working on Something to Somebody part 3. So maybe that will come out too!!

Parings Hawks X Non-Binary! Reader

Rating:Explicit!!! 18+ 

Permanent tag list: @gr0vndz3ro @katsukikitten @prismaroyal @hawks-senseis @kingtamakimurder 

You stood at the door in utter and complete shock. Your boss, Hawks, had his pants open, head resting on the back of the small couch in his office while his wings were stretched out behind him. Cock in his hand, slowly moving his hand up and down the hardened shaft. Small whimpers fell from his lips before he bit them as he moaned your name.

You felt your stomach drop, but in a good way. Just the sight of him, cheeks flushed, lips red from him biting them, eyes closed as he continued to say your name under his breath like a mantra, had you more turned on than you have been in your entire life. You always had a crush on Hawks but never thought that he might reciprocate them.

Gently, you placed the two bags of food you picked up for dinner in your hands on the floor. Tip-toeing towards the back of the couch, you were amazed at how you were able to get this close without his heightened senses detecting you entering the office. Hawks was so lost in him imagining your lips around him bringing him to new heights, that he had never heard you open the door.

Finally, you were behind him, his soft moans and whimpers sounded even more beautiful when you got closer. Taking both your pointer fingers you ran them through his feathers, your lips next to his ear.

“Do you need any help there, birdman?”

Golden eyes snapped open as a soft gasp filled the air. Hawks stopped his movements, he hurried to try and cover himself up.

“Tsk Tsk, no point in trying to hide it. You obviously wanted to get caught, touching yourself like that in the middle of your office.” Reaching over him, you grabbed his hands, moving and pinning them to his sides. You could see his chest moving with each deep breath he took, his breath shaky.

“Are you this hard because you thought of me?” His cock laid against his stomach, hard as a rock. You could see a small amount of pre-cum spill out as it twitched, it made your mouth water.

Hawks could only moan in acknowledgment, afraid that this was just a dream, and if he spoke he’d wake up. “Were you thinking of me touching you, that my hands gripping your dick instead of your own?”  You spoke through your teeth as you said that, soft lips brushing against his now red ear, his cheeks just as red.

Keeping your eyes on his cock, you watched as it twitched against him again. “I see someone is getting more excited.” You pushed away from him as you stalked around the couch. Hawks kept his eyes on you, watching as you unbuttoned your pants.

Once in front of the hero, you shimmed out of the clothing on your lower half, pulling your underwear down with it. You’ve never been this exposed in front of Hawks, but the look in his eyes made you feel loved and desired. His eyes were dark with lust but full of so much love, even when he grabbed you by the waist to bring you closer to him, his eyes never left your own.

“You have no idea how much I crave you. How fucking crazy you drive me, each and every day.” Hawks was still sitting on the couch as he ran a hand over your chest, watching as you took in a shuddered breath when he got close to your sex. Guiding you, Hawks dragged you closer to him, your thighs on either side of his own, straddling him. You could feel his hands run all over your body, exploring you. Your own hands found purchase in his blonde locks, gently gripping it when his hands ran over your bare ass.

“As much as I would love to tease you, I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer baby.” He moved his hips against you, making his cock rub against you, showing you just how bad he needed you.

You moaned as he rubbed against your quivering hole, each move made you feral with desire for the man under you. Reaching around your body you took hold of his throbbing cock, a small hiss came from Hawks his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Taking a deep breath you guided him to your awaiting entrance, watching his face as he slowly slid into you.

“Fuck….” Hawks said with a long sigh as every inch of him was being surrounded by your tight walls. His hands on your hips tightened, his nails leaving marks on your delicate skin.

The only word for you to describe what it felt like to have Hawks feeling filling you was divine. One of your hands laid flat against his chest while the other gripped the back of the couch. The sound of your soft moan and Hawks ragged breathing were the only sounds you could hear in the large office. You sat still, eyes closed as your body was adjusting to his size.

You felt a soft hand cup your cheek, a thumb gently swiped across your parted lips. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the man below you, you felt the little air that was in your lungs escape. He looked even more beautiful now than he ever had. Soft blond locks fell in front of those serene golden eyes that were peaking through the fallen fringe to look at you. Cheeks red and a small glimmer of sweat glistened on his forehead. The late summer sunset shone through the windows, silhouetting those stunning vermillion wings that were slightly stretched out.

“Whenever you are ready, love bird.” His voice was soft, nothing but love and affection dripped from the words he spoke.

Slowly you lifted your hips slightly, the feeling of him sliding out of you and then sliding back in caused you to moan only this time a little louder. You did that a couple of times as your body started to get accustomed to the beautiful love you and Hawks were making.

“God you feel so fucking good.” Hawks started to move his hips against you, meeting your thrust which sent a new wave of pleasure to course through your body. “That's right baby, I wanna hear you. I wanna know how good this makes you feel.”

With each thrust your moans became louder and louder, Hawks’ praises and thrusts were becoming too much for you to handle and he knew. Wrapping his arm around your waist Hawks lifted himself from the couch, placing your back against the seat cushions while he remained on top of you, your legs were moved to go over his shoulders, his cock still inside.

Hawks pulled his hips away from you, then snapping them forward. With this new position, Hawks was able to go deeper inside of you, hitting that soft sweet spot that made your toes curl.

“Do that again, please.” Your arms were above your head, trying to find the arm of the couch to hold on to as Hawks brought you to cloud nine.

“Anything for you love bird.” And just like that he had you gasping, gripping the couch with your nails, eyes rolling into the back for your head as he continuously hit that same spot over and over again.

“Fuck Hawks.” The only things that popped up in your head was his name and a whole string of profanities.

“Keigo….call me Keigo.” He had placed a hand around the lower part of your neck, slightly applying pressure.

“Keep going just like that Keigo, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Hawks’ pace picked up as he continued his thrusts. You could feel yourself coming close to that blissful release, and you wanted him to cum with you. To reach that same high. Grabbing him by the back of his neck you brought him down to you, your lips barely touching. His movements never stopped as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You could see just how vulnerable he was at this moment, just how much he cares for you. As if you were the most precious person in the world to him. Licking your lips, you lifted your chin, his slightly chapped lips met yours.

Opening your mouth you let your tongue dance with his. You could melt just from his kisses alone, they were a little on the animalistic side yet full still full of passion. His strokes started to become sloppy, signaling that he too was close.

Pulling away from his lips, you kept your hand on the back of his neck, massaging it lovingly, your forehead pressed against his. His hair falling in your face.

“Cum with me Keigo, please.”

“Fuck baby.” You moaned so loud you were positive the people walking on the street could hear you even if you were on the thirtieth floor. Hawks was moaning and grunting on top of you, God were they beautiful moans.

Watching you saw his wings spread open, showing off their length. “Look at me lovebird.” Your eyes met his and with a few more strokes you came for the man with wings that had flown into your heart and he came in you. His wings shivering as he did, his mouth brushed against yours as he tried to catch his breath.

You felt dizzy and hot as you both rode out your orgasm. Hawks pressed butterfly kisses against your lips as both your heart rates calmed down.

When you both felt your breathing come back to normal, Hawks pulled out of you, not before placing kisses all over your face as he continued to whisper sweet nothings against your hot skin.

“Do I smell food, specifically chicken?”  Hawks was laying on top of you, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, where he decided would be a good place to leave a fairly large mark.

“You are so freaking annoying.” You shook your head at the blonde. He smiled down at you, before leaning down pressing his lips against yours. You couldn’t help but smile against him, as annoying as he could be, you still loved him.

#ari answers #bnha hawks #hawks smut #takami keigo #Takami Keigo smut #bnha smut #bnha #mha smut #hawks x reader smut #hawks x reader #keigo x reader

[witches-and-cows]

Kisses and Cocoa

pairing: aziracrow (or ineffable wives) / fem!child!reader

requested? no but i do have requests to do djsiggfb

synopsis: just a little down time in the snow with our favorite angel and demon, and their baby girl

warning(s): fem!reader, it’s the wives cuz honestly i love them and they deserve more, a little blood, reader is like, 5

a/n: i gotta do those requests jdishrv so know that i’ve got a peter parker x reader in the works, and a crowley x platonic!reader; school’s overwhelming so

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Aziraphale was awoken by your childish excitement. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, sitting up and subconsciously carding her fingers through her partner’s vibrant ginger hair.

“Mmm....five more minutes, Angel. It’s cold.”

Crowley snuggled further into her lover’s chest, kissing her collarbone. Aziraphale yawned, and started counting down, waiting for you to burst through the door. 

“And 3, 2, 1--”

“Mum! Mummy, snow! There’s snow!” You climbed up on the bed, your chubby toddler hands grasping the blankets excitedly. Crowley kissed her teeth, sitting up. “Good morning, Giggles. How’d you sleep?” She pecked your forehead, and sat you in her lap. “Fine, mummy, but there’s snow!” You wiggled out of her grasp, and pressed your face up to the cold, foggy window, your eyes full of wonder. 

Aziraphale set her feet on the floor, and gasped softly, the cold shocking her. “Good heavens, it’s freezing!” You barely registered your mummy’s voice, now drawing in the fog of the window and humming to yourself. Aziraphale felt the overwhelming love she had for you bubble up into her throat, and she quickly wiped at her eyes. 

Crowley watched her with an amused smile gracing her lips. She’d never thought she’d get to have days like this with the angel, curled up in bed, watching their daughter grow up, and experience her first snow.

She loved Aziraphale, so damned much it nearly made her double over. And she loved you, with your wide [e/c] eyes and bubbly laughter (thus why they called you ‘Giggles’), and your love of cookies and Scooby Doo. She had her little family. She was, dare she say, grateful for you two everyday.

She was taken out of her little reverie by Aziraphale leaving a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and help [Name] make up her bed and get ready for the day. Would you be so kind as to make breakfast?”

“Of course, Angel. Any requests?”

You turned and faced your moms, a wide smile gracing your features. “Can we have [pick a breakfast food]?” Crowley winked, saying, “Are angels real?”

“Yes! Thank you, mum!”

She chuckled, watching you tug on Aziraphale’s robe sleeve as you both walked out. 

Aziraphale enjoyed helping you get ready; It was one of those domestic activities that she’d miss as you got older. She picked out a cream colored shirt with seafoam green accents, and a pair of black overalls, humming softly along to the children’s program on the television (some magical ‘girl power!’ type cartoon that she also enjoyed; it was called Lollipop? No, LoliRock. She found it quite entertaining.) 

You flitted into the room, allowing Aziraphale to help you into the clothes, and talked about the dream you’d had (something about the Cars franchise and unicorns battling to the death over the Eiffel Tower), adding in little ‘oohs’ and ‘oh, dear!’s to indicate she was listening.

Once you were dressed and your hair was done, she had you wait downstairs in the living room of their cottage, letting Crowley entertain you with stories about mythical beings and the stars. Crowley was flipping a pancake when she sat next to you at the table, placing a napkin in your lap. 

She set a plate of food in front of you, smiling as you stared out the window, singing about how you’d like to go outside and build a snowman. “Do you want to go outside, Giggles?”

You nodded excitedly, practically bouncing in your seat. “Can we? I really want to!” Aziraphale bobbed her head in agreement, putting the juice Crowley poured for you on your placemat, and taking her cup of Earl Gray out of her hands. “Yes, we can, but eat first.” You went to work, not noticing the small smiles and brief touches that your mothers shared across the table.  

You finished your juice, and hopped out of your seat, impatiently waiting for one of your moms to finish. “C’mon, we’re busting daytime!” Crowley threw her head back, a raucous laugh leaving her mouth. “D’you mean burning  daylight, [Name]?”  

“Oh, yeah,” You responded, giggling. 

Crowley stood, and watched you run ahead to your room, screaming, “SNOW SNOW SNOW!” as you went along. She turned to Aziraphale, wiping tears from her eyes. “Busting daytime, that’s funny.” Aziraphale looked at her partner lovingly. “Go on, then. She’ll need help getting into her snow gear.” She said, amusement laced in her words. Crowley sauntered down the hall, whistling the tune of Lazing On a Sunday Afternoon.

You were already mostly undressed when she got to you, hastily tugging on your thermal underwear. “Oh, you’re quick,” She quipped as she picked up the clothes you discarded and placing them on the bed. “You know Mummy doesn’t like you leaving your clothes everywhere.”

“I know, but you said once or twice it’s okay.” 

Crowley, looked over at the toys lining your shelves, raising a brow at the Lightning McQueen car, before going to help you button up your snow pants. “Fair enough; You’ve got to have a smidge of demonic influence, don’t you, [Name]?” 

You giggled, letting her pull a jumper over your head, and put on your bubble coat. “Damned zipper,” She muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration. She eventually got it and then moved on to put your hat on your head, and wrap a scarf around your neck. You stopped her as she picked up your gloves, saying, “I can do it, Mum! Look!” 

She watched, pride glinting in her golden eyes as you successfully pulled the fingers of the gloves over your fingers. “That’s my girl, [Name]!” You let her put on the boots, though, saying, “I can’t do the boots, can you help?” She nodded, and did them for you, then letting you run off to find Aziraphale. Her attention then drifted to the toys again, and she fixed them to go in order of franchise then size. “Gosh, you really like Cars,” She mumbled.

Aziraphale had just gotten her own boots on, and was pulling on her hat as you hopped toward her. “Ready!” She picked you up, walking you to the front of the house, setting you in the snow. You fell back, making a snow angel and laughing. “Look, Mummy! It’s you!” 

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 A while later, Crowley came up behind Aziraphale, examining the snow angel from earlier, and a smiley face you made by walking in circles. “Wow, kiddo, that’s really good!” She then held out a carrot, and the buttons she’d picked up, saying, “I thought we wanted to build a snowman, Giggles?” You got to work, rolling the base and dodging snowballs from Crowley. Aziraphale worked on the midsection, snapping her fingers discreetly. 

You put the snowman’s head on, and Crowley lifted you so you could stick the nose in. Aziraphale stuck on the eyes, and put a bowtie on the divide between it’s head and middle. Crowley snapped a leather jacket on it, and you put some mittens on it’s “hands”. Then you all admired your handiwork. 

“They’re perfect,” Crowley confirmed, nodding her head. Aziraphale hummed in agreement. “Now what?”

“I saw a tutorial on how to build snow forts. We can try it?”

Crowley looked around, before snapping her fingers and watching an igloo build itself. Aziraphale made sure you didn’t get hit by ice blocks as the structure formed. 

You squealed, and went into the fort, laughing. Your laugh however, was cut off by a sneeze. Aziraphale perked up, brows furrowed. “Maybe we should head in,” She muttered, Crowley agreeing and gathering you up in her arms. “C’mon then, in we go.” 

“But--”

“You’re freezing, kiddo. We can go make hot chocolate, watch a movie.” 

That quietted your protest, and you burrowed your face in your Mum’s neck, your time outside wearing you out. 

Aziraphale opened the door, making sure the heat was up, before shedding her winter gear. She took you out of Crowley’s arms, letting her take hers off, then the both of them got to work on you.

You let them strip you of the wet clothes, and put a towel on your shivering form. “C’mon, let’s get you into a warm bath, then we can watch [favorite kid movie].” Aziraphale cooed, as your head lolled. “Dearest you get the bath going, I’ll get the cocoa.” 

Crowley nodded. “Alright, Angel.” She made her way to the bathroom, snapping her fingers so that the tub filled with warm water. “Step in for me, Giggles.” You did so, and Crowley quickly bathed you, humming Queen’s greatest hits, chuckling when you tried to join in with her. 

You finished up, and she wrapped you in your fluffy Winnie the Pooh hooded towel. (it was Tigger; Since you happened to hop around like him often, when Aziraphale saw it, she immediately thought of you, so she bought it.)

She put you together, and carried you to the living room, where Aziraphale was putting a tray of cocoa and cookies on the coffee table. “Oh, dear, you look adorable, [Name]! I love your Stitch onesie.” You made grabby hands at your Mummy, and she smiled sweetly, taking you into her arms and kissing your cheek. 

“My little [Name]. My dearest,” She muttered into your head, taking in the scent of your body wash and your natural scent. You reveled in the affection, mumbling, “I’m not little.” Crowley sat down, patting the seat next to her. “Of course not. You’re our big girl, [Name].” You bobbed your head, content with that. 

Crowley put on your movie, putting an arm around the back of the couch. Aziraphale snuggled into her side. As you slowly drifted off, Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s lips softly, “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more, my dear.” 

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please i love them sm we’re craving this domestic shit

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[my-writings-and-musings]

Rodimus/Reader

My first commission from an awesome person!

Rodimus takes his human SO on a drive to a lovely lookout, where they proceed to have fun with his holomatter avatar.

Very considerable Lemon, Reader uses she/her pronouns and has cis female anatomy.

The soft padding of the faux leather seat beneath you was butter smooth and polished to a sheen one might usually expect from diamonds, and despite the fact that your driver would claim such a look was effortless, you knew a very pricy balm had undoubtedly been used to achieve the effect. Mostly because the faintest hint of beeswax still lingered despite the sweet scent of cinnamon swirling through the interior of your ride. Obviously, the smell was the result of some lavish products as well, but like the polished seats, it would be passed off as natural to the interior if you asked about it. Not that you minded any of the bluster. Quite the opposite, actually, you found the tireless efforts to impress you incredibly endearing.

This was Rodimus, after all.

Looking away from the pristine twilight view outside your window, you subtly turned your head towards the driver’s seat, where an impossibly handsome but mostly normal looking man had a casual hold on the wheel. Any person that beheld him would have had to do a double take, as his entire outfit hardly blended in with the modern era, but in your mind he rocked the 80's look perfectly. But the gravity defying perfection of his auburn hair was, admittedly, a pretty obvious clue to his inhuman nature.

"Admiring the merchandise?" He asks suddenly, catching you off guard without startling you. Despite not needing to "look" at the road to see, he still keeps his head facing forward as he gives you a playful side eye, the depths of his irises showing the tiny refractive glint he taught you to recognize of holomatter avatars. For some reason seeing it while hearing his warm voice sends delightful shudders up your spine.

"I like to appreciate every form you have." You reply carefully, not wanting to let him know just yet how excited you are. Plus, it was true, from his towering robot mode to this properly sized human projection, Rodimus was fine, even his altmode could quicken your pace at a glance. Adjusting casually in the silky-smooth seat, you scanned the dark exterior outside your window for a moment, noting how the ocean had come into constant view as he drove along the forgotten road. Hopefully the destination he'd apparently spent weeks picking out was close, because you were getting rather... eager for what you knew was coming upon arrival.

"I did make a few adjustments, just for you." He said a little unexpectedly, drawing your full attention back to him. Under the cocky tone you recognized the ever present need for approval he carried with him everywhere, and it occurred to you that if he was losing control and letting his insecurities slip through then he must have also been growing impatient to reach the destination. For all his talk, the big bot couldn't stand much in the way of delays when it came to your affection. Knowing he was needing you put a smile on your face as he coughed softly and murmured almost bashfully. "I was hoping you'd like them..."

You couldn't resist; you had to tease him.

"If you're talking about the tattoo, I was waiting for you to let me admire how you masterfully patterned it over those muscles. Ideally with a hands-on on inspection." You said, turning in the chair to look at him directly. It wasn't purely a playful nudge, you did want to lay your hands on the toned arms he'd clearly worked so hard to accentuate with Cybertronian inspired patterns, if only because you adored the strength and warmth beneath your fingers. The fire pattern had been lovely, but this new one was striking, the black ink drawing in your eyes like a wonderful trap. Hm, just thinking about how heated and natural his holomatter was to the touch and squeezing those muscles-

"Oh, definitely!" He countered in a failed attempt to stay smooth, which deteriorated when his voice broke in a needy squeak. Swallowing in a perfectly expressed gesture of helplessness, he moved a hand down to his heavily personalized radio equipment, fumbling over the flame decals before hitting the proper buttons. "We're almost there! Let's uh... Let's put on my mix in the meantime."

A lovingly arranged playlist of soft but passionate hits started pumping through his speakers, and you were delighted enough by the sound that you didn't bother to ask if he'd forgotten he could just turn on his music without using his holomatter avatar. Slow beats thrummed through the air and into your body, enticing you by offering a taste of what was to come as the melody filled you from head to toe. Biting your lip, you prayed he was feeling the same thing, or at least an equal amount of anticipation. Mostly because you were not planning on wasting time.

"Hey, there it is!"

The excitement in his voice was tinged with relief you became too occupied to notice. Like something sculpted just for the two of you, the earth flowed upwards and outwards over the sea in a picturesque lookout beneath the stars, a lovely covering of grass and wildflowers swaying in the ocean breeze as Rodimus eased his way to the flat top. Beaming all the while, he explained himself at a level of ease that belied the build-up he'd been applying to this little trip for the past few weeks. "Found the spot on a planetary scan, along with a bunch of other potential locales. It took the lead once I confirmed the cliff doesn't get much in the way of visitors."

"It's beautiful, Roddy." You said in genuine gratitude, aware that planning something so sweet and quiet and then keeping it secret would challenge his naturally effusive and chatty nature to an exhausting limit.

To think a bot who'd traveled the stars could find such joy in spending time alongside you, to the point he painstakingly arranged these little trips just to show you the depth of his adoration, was enough to make your heart skip a few beats. "Thank you... I know you spent a while on this."

"Anything for you, babe." He said softly, unbuckling the seatbelt he wore entirely for show as his alt mode pulled to a stop on an especially flat expanse of ground, leaving just enough space from the cliffs edge to be secure. Taking off your own seatbelt, one that he insisted you wear for your own safety, you heard his engines settle into a gentle purr. Loving the sound, you briefly recalled the first wonderful night you'd enjoyed one of these escapades. It had been unplanned at the time, and you hadn’t felt even the slightest hint of hesitation on your part, despite knowing that having sex with an alien robot while his physical body was a car might be called "odd" by some. As far as you bothered to care, those people just didn’t know what they were missing. Stretching out on his seat and making quite a show of opening up his lap in the process, Rodimus looked at you with what was likely meant to be suave relaxation, but you heard the eagerness in his voice. "But, I think we both know what we want to happen next, so how about we skip ahead...?"

"Does that pass for flirting on Cybertron?" You teased right back, triggering a blush in the holomatter's cheeks. Some very unorthodox upgrades had made the program capable of replicating every physical action or reaction one could draw from the bot, and in moments like these you wanted to thank some higher power for the incredible delight that had given you so far, as well as all the ways it would undoubtedly benefit you in the near future.

Recovering by pretending to adjust his sweatband, he was quick to fire back a line with his almost trademark cocky tone.

"Well... There aren't too many incredibly attractive humans on Cybertron, so I don't think it matters too much." He bantered smoothly, unaware of how precious his finger guns made him look in the process. In fairness, they absolutely were having the desired effect, as you wanted more than ever to pounce him. Watching as his internal biolights grew brighter to advertise his increasing excitement, you planned your move accordingly, knowing from experience how easy it was to crawl over into the driver's seat. You let him give one final quip to provide you with the perfect setup. "However, on the Lost Light and Earth, it's been working out pretty well so far."

Not able to imagine a more perfect leading line, you left your seat in one solid and unerring movement to plop yourself gently but eagerly into his lap, loving how the interior warmed around you in response before you had even finished moving. Engines hiccupping, he looked at you the same way one might watch a natural wonder unfold as you secured yourself by straddling him. "You would know, Captain."

Smoothness lost its status as an imperative to him in that instant.

Helpless adoration and lust filled his eyes almost to overflowing as he slipped a hand behind your head, insistent and needy but never anything less than gentle while his fingers looped under your hair. The scent of cinnamon moved through the air in sweetly smelling swirls as you let your body press against his, the warmth of his holomatter not quite comparable to an organic form but wonderful all the same because it was him.

Though you'd yet to tell him, the way his altmode came alive around you both as he grew more aroused thrilled you in ways that were impossible to explain. It was like you could feel him on every level, more than just the physical delight of skin on skin, and that feeling came into marvelous actuality as soon as your lips met his. A helpless sound of need from him coincided with a tremor through the seat below. Despite how he always wanted attention, you knew straight away he was especially craving it tonight by the fervent kiss he returned against your lips, followed by his cautious hands sliding up your sides. Without words he was trying to convey a request to get undressed.

"You look hot, how about we take off that vest?" You said in act of mercy, not at all opposed to getting naked as soon as possible. Rodimus had, after all, painstakingly designed the body of his avatar to express his favorite physical features in human form. To say he'd done a fantastic job would be an understatement. Easily slipping the loose orange garment off his broad shoulders, you had to smile at the multiple shirts still awaiting their turn, all three of them looking far more out of place without the vest to tie them together. You tugged on the collar of the outermost as you made your request indirectly. "Along with some of the other layers?"

"Yes, please..." He replied softly, sounding out of breath despite not needing to breathe.

The limited space of his altmode's interior was no match for the two of you working in sync, and if anything you could swear he seemed to move around you to aid the process, but that might have just been the result of his delighted frame humming in encouragement. By the time you got to his Autobrand bearing T shirt he was getting visibly flustered, his big expressive eyes looking into yours with an ocean of mixed emotions. There was want, adoration, longing, and a touch of disbelief, but also the deeply buried worry that what he had wasn't enough. As always, you got to reassurance straight away. Removing his last shirt to reveal a panting chest rippling with every breath was the first step.

Your next move was to kiss your way down his toned stomach, slipping beneath the steering wheel so you could park yourself between his spread legs. Quick as ever, the hint of a bulge in his pants became a tent of need in response to your proximity. No amount of self control could stop you from biting your lip at his flattering enthusiasm.

"How about I start by thanking you for this date?" You said in your best shot at a throaty purr. Admittedly it was hard to focus on being sexy when you were beholding such a banquet of handsome and helpless allure.

A sigh that trembled out into a whimper passed his lips as he gathered the strength to nod, spreading his legs as the fabric over his crotch stretched to make room for his growing arousal. Had you not already known the outfit was also holomatter you never would have been able to guess. Just watching how naturally it cupped his sizable package was making your head get fuzzy... Hearing the clink of a belt buckle helped you focus, especially when you discovered it was your own hands undressing him, the heat from this part of his body delighting your fingers as they worked not to stumble. As eager as you were down low, poor Rodimus was desperate.

Shaky breaths became increasingly more perceptible moans at every exhale, a phenomenon you noticed was harmonized to rhythmic trembles in the vehicle around you. Despite his will being concentrated in the holomatter, the pleasure he was experiencing must have been affecting his altmode. Such a loss of control was exactly your goal as his pants finally slid down his legs. Simple boxers of dark coloration remained your only barrier, the synthesized elastic bearing a tiny Autobrand that was warped by the jutting erection presented for your indulgence. Unable to delay for the sake of buildup any longer, you hooked your fingers into the stretchy fabric and pulled smoothly but quickly, revealing an eager erection that swung up to greet you.

"Oh God..." He whispered in overwhelmed ecstasy, covering his mouth beneath a hand. His own altmode overrode the attempt to stay quiet, rumbling with primal delight that all but begged you to keep going, a request you had no desire to delay fulfilling.

Hot and smooth while simultaneously soft yet firm, he was a none too easy fit in your mouth despite how badly the two of you wanted it to happen, but you were absolutely fine with a bit of a challenge. He had personally designed this part of himself as well, the goal of which was being just big enough to provide some extra fun without running the risk of hurting you. Humming to give him a little more stimulation, you secured your fingers around the base and started to search for a rhythm, brain buzzing from the simple thrill of intimacy on this level. A shaking hand cupped your head gently, hesitating so as not to throw you off or come across as trying to control your movements. Hesitancy in how he played with your hair was somehow adorable. You read his every move as you continued to bob your head, sucking on his throbbing girth in the way that drove him the most wild; slow yet passionate. This bot had done so much for you, and you wanted to return the favor, putting your all into every suck to show him how dearly you desired him back...

"W-wait..."

The full extent of him that you could fit in your mouth came out with a wet plop, surprising you almost as much as his tender request for you to stop. Rodimus never wanted to pull back once things got going.

"Is something wrong?" You asked while wiping your lips, looking upwards from his still throbbing erection to the flushed expanse of his chest and similarly heated face. There wasn’t a trace of anything in his expression but want, yet he was careful as he tugged you back up into his lap, letting you settle your own clothed crotch against his exposed eagerness. For a second the contact made his mind go visibly blank, with all traces of thought disappearing from his eyes at the unmatched desire you stirred in his spark. Sheer willpower enabled him to recover and speak seconds later.

"I need you. I... and I won't last long if you stay down there..." He explained through his panting, holomatter looking as if he'd just run a marathon.

"I don't mind." You replied, grinding your hips forward to let his hot and unsatisfied erection rub against you. Plenty wet beneath your own clothes, you knew that Rodimus would never allow only himself to be gratified, so you were fine finishing him off first. Watching that beautiful face disappear between your thighs afterwards would be well worth the wait.

Clearly he was tempted too, never having been the type to hold off on pleasure in the present regardless of how much it would earn him later, but you could see a rare patience in his whole demeanor as he looked back to you. Even his altmode hummed a little more calmly around you, as if to show his commitment. This mech wanted tonight to be special. "If it's okay, I... I'd rather have all of you."

That was more than okay for you. To show just how fine you were with the proposal, you looped your arms around his neck and went in for another kiss, feeling the heat and gentle tingling of his holomatter against you. When you had to pause for air, a playful whisper made your answer quite clear.

"Well, you are the Captain."

A soft moan of open ecstasy was his first reply. What had started as a tease had evolved into a kind of kryptonite for him, to the point that even hearing you whisper his title got his engines revving. Hitting him with it now resulted in a throbbing erection pressing more insistently against your pants, and while you loved the helpless arousal on display, the tone of his voice was also a fantastic prize. "You know what happens when you call me that!"

"Care to remind me?" You whispered in devious torture, growing foggy with lust of your own that would soon make such teasing impossible. All around you he began to hum in eager arousal once more, his vents blowing hard to keep the air cool in his interior. Catching the smell of cinnamon again, you let him dangle in the wind only a moment longer, feeling his grip on your shirt tighten as he gasped out some quiet pleading.

"Please, help me-"

"I'll show you how this is done again, if that's what you mean." Trying to play it cool only for one more tease, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt, having undressed yourself for him many times in the past. Whether or not he was being honest about not understanding clothes hardly mattered to you as you pulled on your top and lifted it over your head, revealing the bare expense of your body save for a bra. As the clothing was haphazardly tossed aside you found his eyes locked on nothing but you, as if by merely becoming undressed you were beyond anything he ever could have imagined, and that level of adoration threw you for a loop. Muscling back into control, you went for the clasp of your bra next. Feeling his gaze on you made your voice tantalizingly soft. "See? Now this..."

A front facing clasp came undone easy, but removing the now open underwear wasn't at all mundane to your audience, regardless of how many times he'd seen what was beneath. Bare breasts came into view and your bra joined your shirt in the passenger seat, where his holomatter clothes had been set before fading away now that he wasn't focused on them. Actually Rodimus only looked to be capable of focusing on one solid thing.

You.

"You're my... my everything." He whispered with overwhelmed adoration, far too proud to care about sounding corny while he beheld the perfection of your body. All of your ability to play it cool evaporated at the pure love in his eyes.

"I love you too, Roddy." You said back without any kind of playful intent. The hands keeping you supported on his lap slid over the wealth of bare skin now open to him, but his touch felt like he was worshiping you, his grip tight only for the sake of ensuring you were real. Every curve brought his intoxication to new levels.

"I love you and I need you." He whispered into a kiss on your collar, hugging you tight so that his soft hair brushed your cheek. The ever present electric energy tickled your nose as you breathed in his scent, and while you'd heard holomatter avatars didn't smell like anything, you could swear you caught the faintest hint of the frilly brand of fruit scented polish he used in those perfect auburn locks. A tiny but very happy sound of awe preceded another whisper against your exposed neck. "Please, I... Oh man, do you know what you do to me?"

"I know what I want you to do to me."

The reply was even more lusty than intended. Perhaps dropping your hands to your still present pants was the cause of that, but the effect it had on him was far too lovely for you to care. Strong hands took hold of your behind as the radio amped up its volume, bringing the bumping bass of an 80s mix out to thump in your chest alongside your love-struck heart. Pants and underwear began to descend your thighs in a single motion as he uttered one final phrase.

"Let's do it then..."

Limited space was more of a blessing than a hindrance as you worked together to remove your pants, as it kept him wonderfully close to your naked body while you slipped the restrictive bottoms down to your ankles, fighting to keep your lips on his the whole while. It was perhaps a little awkward, but such triviality didn't even register as you finally wiggled out after a fair bit of contorting. All that mattered was holding him close and taking care of the need thrumming through your bodies. Straddling him once more brought a still eager erection close to an equally heated wetness between your thighs, making you moan into a kiss as you anticipated what was coming.

Tender fingers slid between your legs to blindly feel out your entrance, a common habit of his to ensure you were ready. Not needing to see, you rubbed yourself against his offered hand, making your heat and excitement very obvious to the one who'd caused it. The music briefly slowed like someone gasping in awe. Lips on yours, Rodimus guided you towards his erection as quickly as he dared, spare hand supporting your back as you moved with him in beautiful sync.

Sinking down on him happened in an instant but felt heavenly enough to last a lifetime. How he made you so eager but so relaxed was a mystery you didn't care to solve, especially as he was taken in to the base without so much as a pause on your part. Both of you were reduced briefly to soft moaning at the sensations you'd never have your fill of; delicious fullness and friction for you, delightful warmth and squeezing for him. It was heavenly enough that you just had to deepen the kiss to a fervor and hold him tighter at the same time. This bot felt like everything passion was supposed to be, especially as he gathered himself and began to bounce you in his lap, engine roaring in time to every thrust as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Rocking your hips as the car shook on the spot, haggard breaths filled the interior from you giving him your all, your kisses growing sloppy while you lost yourself in the fun. He felt good, and you wanted more of him every minute of every day. It didn't matter if you were from different worlds, you loved him with all of your currently hammering heart. Judging by how he thrust upwards in perfect sync the feeling was more than mutual.

A shaking hand squeezed between the two of you to curve downwards and feel out your crotch, a habit of his you knew well enough to angle your lower body to assist him. Still bouncing along his throbbing girth, stars burst before your eyes as eager fingers found your clit, shaking but insistent as they rubbed a solid circle into the erect bud. It brought you careening to a glorious finale in what had to be record time. "O-oh God, Rodimus, I'm..." You held him tighter as the world melted away, his EM field spiking so hard it made your body vibrate in a way that was not at all unwelcome. It was a sign you'd learned meant he was also close. Considering how you had moments until climax, that worked out beautifully, and you cried out one final time to sing out his praises. "Captain, I'm gonna-!"

He was gone the moment his beloved nickname passed your lips. Hard squirting inside of you tingling with the faintest hint of an electric burst came just as you throbbed around him, your body rolling on waves of pure ecstasy that drew out shameless cries of adoration every time you hit the peak. You could feel his head buried into your neck as he came, and how he moaned out endless "I love yous" while his physical self trembled even through the padded seats. For what might have been a tiny eternity it was just the two of you in shared, heavenly bliss.

The afterglow was a warm soft bed that seemed to swaddle you as you fell limp on top of him, your naked bodies trembling and heated but satisfied beyond belief. Still atop his lap, you doubted you'd find the strength or will to move anytime soon.

"Primus, you are my everything..." He rasped out with a kiss to your neck, brushing aside some of your hair to leave a few more tender pecks along your jaw. Spent but buzzing from the thrill, he pushed his sweatband back into a less crooked position and laughed breathlessly, his lidded eyes meeting yours to look lovingly into their depths. "How did I ever get this lucky?"

"I should be the one asking that about you." You replied playfully, fixing some of his hair into a slightly less wild look.

Laughing again in the way he only did when blissed out, he ran a hand down your sides, tracing your lovely curves as he settled back into the polished chair he'd have to clean again very soon. "A better question might be; how are we ever getting back to the ship? I can't... I can't feel my actuators..."

"I can drive." You retorted only half as a joke, knowing that it was possible to steer a bot in vehicle mode if they allowed it. Most hated to have a human anywhere near their equipment, but Rodimus took the proposal with a grin, one that wasn't at all dismissive of the idea.

"Ohh, can you?" He purred while gently pushing your back against the steering wheel, giving it a little turn both ways to tickle you while he played the fake tough bot. "I'm a lot to handle. Ever drive a Cybertronian speedster?"

Even with your body still tingling from orgasm, you were as quick as you were merciless to shoot right back. "No, but I have ridden one."

His head moved forward to squish between your breasts like a worshiper bowing at an alter.

"God I love you." Came his surprisingly soft reply, before he looked up at you with unabashed adoration and spoke without a trace of innuendo. "Let's just... take our time. I've got towels in my dashboard subspace, I can clean you up, then we can go from there. Sound good babe?"

"That sounds very good." You agreed, becoming aware of a growing sticky mess between your thighs. Such a thing was common when the two of you really got going, the natural result of the overpowering pleasure that could only come from the connection you shared, but you were still happy he always offered to clean it up. To convey your gratitude, not just for the towels but everything, you settled a loving kiss on his forehead and whispered.

"Thanks, Captain."

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light #rodimus prime #rodimus x reader #rodimus #my writing #kofi commission #human reader #self insert #female reader #lemon #holomatter avatar

[thirdhandidiot]

Yes I’m here to offer domestic dialucibarb. No I havnt gotten any further on the Young Dialuci au. What you gonna do?

This is just 1.9k of unapologetic soft idiots in love

•The three of them are like your typical old married couple, except with wings and horns and oh dear, they’re arguing over who has to get up to make more tea

•Barb and Lucifer lovingly bicker a LOT, much to Diavolo’s amusement. It will be over the most trivial things that neither of them really care about either, they just enjoy trying to one up eachother verbally. Lucifer once threatened to throw Barbatos out a window, absolutely not meaning it, but Barb taunted him, telling him he probably couldn’t even pick him up, he’s so skinny and all he ever does is paper work and there’s no way he’d ever hurt him, never mind have the physical strength required. Lucifer absolutely decides he’s going to take it personally and lunges, picking Barbatos clean off the floor, bridal style, triumphant smirk lighting up his face, only to immediately realise that Barb has wrapped his arms around his neck to make sure he doesn’t fall. They’re both immediately far too flustered to do anything after that, just staring at eachother in shock, remaining there for what feels like hours until Diavolo walks in and coos at them, taking hundreds of pictures whilst the pair get impossibly more red. The image ends up Diavolo’s Home Screen, and don’t be fooled, he treasures all images of his boyfriends, especially together, but this one, he thinks, will always be a favourite

•They’re all sappy in their own ways, but mostly Diavolo, he is shameless. He will talk about ‘his darling boyfriends’ at any given opportunity, and more. Whilst it’s rather sweet to see him so passionate and so happy in love, it gets rather inconvenient in meetings when everyone just wants to go home. The brothers are particularly upset by this as whilst the gossip about Lucifers love life was fun at first, they’re rather bored of hearing how cute Lucifer is he wakes up, and they’re still a little scared of what Barbatos might do if they end up hearing too much. And that’s not all, Dia loves tropey dates that he read about in books and imagined going on with the two of them before they got together, his favourite being picnics, which he adores. He and Barbatos will spend hours in the kitchen preparing a sweet lunch date for Lucifer (by which Barb does all the preparations and Diavolo provides ‘moral support’ in the form of kisses and trying to steal bits of food only to get caught everytime and punished with more kisses- needles to say this is not an effective punishment to persuade him to stop)

•Barbatos relaxes a lot more when he’s off the clock, even having gently bullied Diavolo into making HIM tea, even if it’s not as good, after all, he’s been working all day and he’s tired. When they first got together he always felt guilty asking anything of Diavolo, feeling that it was an imbalance to their dynamic, but he quickly comes to see that Diavolo loves the chance to try to do things for him, even if they aren’t nearly as efficient or well done. Diavolo just wants to look after his boys like they do him and this usually comes in the form of serving them cute biscuits he found and hid until that moment just to see them smile

•Lucifer gets stressed easily and puts up a near flawless front of professionalism and dedication to his work, however Barb has spent decades doing the same and is always the first to tell when Luci needs to take a break. Whilst Barb has strict ‘off the clock‘ hours, Lucifer has tried to bring paper work to bed multiple times, frustrating the other two to no end. Despite that, Lucifer has gotten a lot better at taking care of himself ever since he realised how happy it made his partners, and it’s not like he minds spending more time with them, infact subtly asking lucifer if he wants couch cuddles is the fastest way to get him to leave his work, the man is tired and desperately craves affection, not that he likes to admit it, but they all know

•Barbatos has a strange fondness for human conspiracy documentaries, and Diavolo is prone to believing an awful lot of them. Barb loves to tell Diavolo that they’re real, convincing him that ‘Yes all birds are spies darling, is that not common knowledge?‘ or ‘The human realm has underground lizard people, didn’t you know love? The do all of Earth’s admin work, someone has to‘ This leads to an awful lot of misunderstandings that usually Lucifer clears up. He pretends to be annoyed but when he walks into the front room to see his Barb lying on top of Diavolo, enthusiastically telling him that there’s aliens in Area 51 whilst Diavolo stares back, mouth open in shock, he doesn’t stop them, just presses a kiss to each of their foreheads and goes to make hot chocolates for everyone and brings blankets back with him, making a note of whatever it is that Dia is about to believe so that he can make sure that damage control can be done ahead of time. (He finds it cute when Diavolo tries to tell his brothers about it, Mammon falling hook line and sinker for each one. The others are more sceptical until Diavolo says that Barbatos told him, at which point they just end up confused, surely Barbatos wouldn’t lie to Lord Diavolo? (He would if it was funny))

•When Lucifer moved out, Levi sent him an old console under the guise that it was for Diavolo, who had expressed an interest in learning to play various games. Dia absolutely loves it, and lucifer really is very competitive.. the two of them can be found trying to distract the other whilst playing mariokart, resorting to pushing, biting and even a few instances of manifesting wings to try block the others view of the screen. As soon as one of them has as good as lost they’ll switch to just making the others game as hard as possible. There’s nothing raunchy about the wrestling match that breaks out as a result, Barb has decided it’s a good form of physical therapy for them both and just records them. He has a file of ‚blackmail‘ that they all know he will never use, it’s mostly just a folder of cute but embarrassing pictures and videos of Luci and Diavolo. (Diavolo has Barb send him everything, he loves to watch it back)

•None of them are particularly ‘flamboyant‘ although Diavolos love for human world festivals has landed them at various pride festivals before. Lucifer was mostly confused seeing as sexuality isn’t an issue in the Devildom, neither is ‘polyamory’, a concept he’d never spared much thought to. Diavolo is delighted to see Humans celebrating love and feeds off the positivity (he also gets hit on a lot, but after spending just ten seconds with him it’s obvious he’s already madly in love and that there’s no separating him from the slightly alarmed looking men loitering behind him that he proudly calls his boyfriends). Barbatos is constantly trying not to get lost, it’s busy and he ends up having to hold on to someone at all times. It’s not his fault, he can’t use magic here and there’s no other way to combat the crowds, Lucifer stop smirking he isn’t short it’s just that you’re both bloody giants, Lucifer you’re encouraging Diavolo, p l e a s e. Dia loves it though because it gives him an excuse to cling to his boyfriends all day and people will randomly tell him how lucky he is, he absolutely agrees

•Both Barbatos and Lucifer have threatened Diavolo with bodily harm at some point after they’ve been woken up by one of his stray limbs in the night. The two of them sleep quite comfortably next to eachother, occasionally with an arm or leg over the other, but no matter how Diavolo falls asleep he ends up in a dreadfully confusing position that no one really wants to question. Unfortunately he also tends to gravitate towards the heat of the others too, making them easy targets Diavolo’s heavy limbs. He’s always sure to apologise when he finds out in the morning, even if he finds their grumpy faces quite amusing. He won’t laugh out loud though because one time Barb was so disgruntled when he woke up that he bit the hand that was smothering his face and Diavolo ended up having to have his hand bandaged in the middle of the night. Needless to say that Lucifer was both confused and concerned when he woke up (and a little proud, he’s extra nice to Barbatos all day, who feels a little guilty about it, even if Diavolo was ok)

•Diavolo and Barb will wind lucifer up deliberately, and whilst he is entirely aware what’s happening, he indulges them. Diavolo will convince the brothers to try some kind of scheme that they wouldn’t be able to pull off without him, but makes sure it’s never taken too far, and Barbatos will egg Lucifer on as soon as he finds out about whatever minor inconvenience has befallen him. He won’t admit it, but it makes Lucifer incredibly happy to see his brothers take such a shine to his partners, and whilst he wishes they’d have a little more trust in Barbatos, Barb assures him that he isn’t upset and that it can be used to spook the brothers a little. There will be weekly ‚family meals‘ which always seem a great idea before hand, he somewhat misses living with his brothers after all, but always result in him going home with a headache. He’s grown used to the loving and (mostly) calm presence of his beloved, so seeing his brothers hurling both insults and occasionally food or assorted table wear at eachother, has a tendency to infuriate him. (He hasn’t realised that they act up more when he’s there)

•Dia Is obsessed with matching couples things and is constantly trying to find things for the three of them, but due to lower supply, they end up being so much tackier and non sensical. Barbatos genuinely despises them, but opts to say nothing because of how happy Diavolo is. Lucifer knows this and whilst he isn’t exactly a fan either, he indulges Dia just to tease Barb. (They do all have matching keychains tho, with different charms. Diavolos has a little teacup and a feather, Lucifers has a crown and a cake and Barbatos‘ has a pickle and a peacock. He was the one who got them to make up for all the hideous ideas Diavolo had, and delighted in seeing Diavolos pouty face when he realised what Barb had chosen. He did end up also adding a golden heart tho, somewhat pacifying Diavolo)

•Whilst it’s usually Diavolo who initiates longer cuddles, Barb likes to wrap his arms around his lovers from behind, pressing his forehead into their shoulder blades. He finds is comforting to be so close whilst allowing the other to continue with whatever they were doing before. Before leaving he will stretch to place a kiss on the back of their neck, a silent reminder of his love. Most of the time Barbatos is very quiet, opting to watch, and it’s only when he’s relaxed that he becomes chatty. Both Luci and Dia recognise this and can’t help but feel special whenever Barbatos is particularly talkative, and Barb is grateful that they don’t ask questions and love him for who he is

•Lucifer absolutely initiates the most ‚traditional‘ kisses, he’s proud of his partners and wants everyone to know that they’re his. He’s also a bit of a traditional romanticist when given the chance, leaving bouquets of various flowers, with the meanings for each attached on a handwritten card, a line of poetry and an elaborate signature. If he ever gets given flowers back he melts a little and keeps them on his desk as long as possible, before pressing the best looking ones. He has notebooks just filled with pressed flowers that he treasures. He doesn’t know that Diavolo and Barbatos both know about the notebooks and is convinced he’s slick

•Some nights the three of them will get drunk together and spend hours giggling and pressing kisses to eachothers faces and feeding them fancy chocolates. They half lay half sit on a slightly too small couch that they never replace for a more suitably sized one. Diavolo will slowly reach across to brush Lucifers fringe out of his eyes before gently caressing his face and pulling him in for a long slow kiss that tastes of expensive demonus and the orange sweets that Diavolo keeps on his desk. Barbatos is more than content to sit and watch his two gorgeous boyfriends kiss for a few minutes before they both turn their attention to him and decorate his face with kisses, across his cheeks and forehead, straying down to his chin and up to his eyelids, trying to convey all their love for eachother in adoring looks and heads pressed into necks

@softrealism Thankyou for inspiring me to post xx

#hmmm i really enjoyed writing these #if anyone wants to talk about them please #they are very gorgeous to me #do you ever look at something you wrote and realise damn// wish that was me ;0; #i had to log in on a computer to make this palatable #please acknowledge my sacrifice #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! diavolo #obey me! barbatos #dialuci #dialucibarb #i am literally fucking exhausted ive been tryna finish off work and its my brothers birthday tomorrow and my best friends in three days. #when the boys ask if you wanna play minecraft with thyem and you say yes cause you miss them and want to give them attention but you are #about five minutes from passing out on the keyboard #and i need to call my family and GOD DAMMIT ITS ANOTHER GRANDMAS BIRTHDAY IN TWO DAYS #this post was the clam before the storm #if im MIA the next few days im not dead im sleeping #34 hours and counting #i cant even remember how to tag #THI #diavolo x lucifer #probably #diavolo x barbatos #diabarb #im making these up please end my misery xx #hhhh that said clam. im not fixing it. ps if u find typos pls scream at me to fix them #im going to sleep goodby

[notnctu]

to jaemin, my best friend’s boyfriend ♡

To All The J’s I’ve Loved Before Series by notnctu ♡ na jaemin x fem!reader  ♡ genre - angst  ♡ wc - 2.3k ♡ warnings - the act of cheating, explicit language ♡ synopsis - in which a kiss causes more consequences than satisfaction  ♡ taglist - @colpen ; @cestmoncoeur ; @hyucksberry ; @lexiluness ; @lovelycharm05 ; @dearlyminhyung ; @classic-antifood ; @pikijaemin ; @whorefortaeyong ; @jaeismytamtation ; @skrtbeepbeep ; @justakpopstans ; @macaroni-sly​  ♡ a/n - let us know if you want to be on the taglist for the next ones!

Jaemin,

Writing this letter seems wrong. The feelings I had developed for you were wrong. I shouldn’t have fallen for your wide, sparkling smile. Or your dazzling, charming eyes. Or your deep, soulful song. You were everything that I envisioned in a happy relationship, but the thing was, you were already in one. 

The moment she introduced us I tried to suppress whatever beating of my heart I felt when we made eye contact. She was my best friend and you were her boyfriend. But, I looked at you in the most selfish way.

I knew I liked you when you became my only motive to leave my house. When I felt the jealousy of your hand dangling on her shoulder. When I started to think about you more than I should’ve. When I couldn’t breathe at the sight of your happiness. I stole moments from you two like I wanted them to be ours. But the truth is, we never had an us. At least, that was what I thought before we kissed. 

The kiss was wrong too, but you felt so right in my arms. The night was almost perfect, I know you remember it as well as I do. You showed up at my door with tear stained cheeks and just fell into my arms. You told me I felt safe. I was the only person that made you feel that way, not her, not anyone else. Me.

I replay the scene in my head at night and the feelings I felt when our lips met. You tasted like serenity and I was greedy thinking about how she took it for granted. 

It’s so hard for me to admit these feelings and write them out. I have so much more reflecting to do and you’re honestly right to stop talking to me. But I fucking miss you like somehow I can’t live without you in my life anymore.

I beat myself up for falling hard for my best friend’s boyfriend. But somewhere along the lines and the times we spent together, even with her, you became much more than that to me.

I think I loved you, close to it probably. You were a feeling that intoxicated me so wonderfully, how could someone not wish to drown in all that you had to offer?

Jaemin, I really don't regret kissing you because she didn’t deserve you. I said it, she didn’t. We’re no longer friends, and it was for the better. She didn’t even seem hurt when I told her, like she was expecting it.

Maybe I had been too obvious with my feelings towards you, but she didn’t seem phased and let you go so easily. And trust me, you are not someone to let go easily. 

I miss you. I’m not saying I deserve you either, knowing that I didn’t even respect your relationship. All I just want is for you to also acknowledge you felt something too. Even for a second, that I made your heart stop for longer than she could’ve. 

-from my selfish thoughts, y/n

Na Jaemin had to be the most selfish love you’ve ever experienced. You were doomed from the moment you laid eyes on him walking hand in hand with your best friend. The sun rays highlighted his goofy, wide smile and added a distinct twinkle in his dark eyes. 

The way he kissed the back of her hand when he’d bid her goodbye. The pout that appeared when she refused to give him a small kiss. The loving stares that he only gave her. The bear hugs that engulfed her small figure. The melodic laughs that played when he radiated happiness. The possessive arm that always draped around her shoulder.  

Morals were thrown out the window when you felt the heavy, fast paced beating of your heart and your lingering stares exposed you before you could think twice. It was a wrong that felt right because of her mistreatment towards him. 

There was absolutely no place for you to judge someone else’s relationship, but Jaemin’s sad eyes spoke louder than anything else in the room. It was her neglect and constant lack of reassurance that this puppy craved. However, your best friend was always lost in her own world and it was sometimes hard to even call her your best friend.

Her disappearances and silence made it easy to distance yourself from her friendship, but she came crawling back when she needed you. In some ways, you felt that she treated Jaemin the same way too. 

So on this lonely night, when the couple would rather spend their evening strictly together, jealousy settled in your system in a horrible, distasteful way. Panning mindlessly through your friends’ social media, an adorable picture of Jaemin appeared on your screen. The moon crescents on his face from his big, beautiful smile and the signature peace sign. It had been posted barely an hour ago by her and a part of you wished that you never saw it.

How many times do you have to remind yourself? You were not entitled to their dates because they’re the ones in the relationship. Jaemin was only nice enough to always let you tag along. You took advantage of these offers, knowing that sometimes he invited you out of courtesy and not because they actually wanted you to be there. She mainly stopped inviting you because she noticed the hearts in your eyes whenever Jaemin looked in your direction.

The loud ding! of your phone startled you from your jealous thoughts. Your heart stopped when his name popped up on your screen and the message that accompanied it. 

na jaemin: open your door pls ): she said you’d be home 

you: you two are outside right now? 

na jaemin: just me 

The door revealed the unexpected company that stood with slumped shoulders on the other side. Jaemin’s red, puffy eyes blinked at the floor. His stature hunched forward in a depressing feat and droplets stained the hallway carpet at his feet.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Confusion, concern, cautious. He stepped inside when you allowed and lost himself in your arms. His heavy, tall figure almost caused you to lose your balance. Regardless, you caught him and embraced him tightly. He sobbed aggressively into your hair, and your hand patted his back awkwardly.

Jaemin hurried to your room, embarrassed if any of your housemates would catch him crying in their living room. Following the crying child, you grabbed a few snacks from the kitchen as a resource of comfort.

“I---” He peeked up at you through his wet eyelashes. “--didn’t know who else to go to. You’re the only person who I actually feel comfortable going to about all of this.” 

The happy boy from the photo was no longer present before you. It was like someone shattered him in every way possible or he devastatingly dropped his ice cream cone. The urge to kiss away his tears held onto you strong, but the will to fight it was the only thing that kept you from acting out. You merely wanted to bring his smile back.

“What happened? I thought you two were on a date, it seemed so fun!” There was a lack of enthusiasm and cheerfulness in your voice. Jaemin knew you had no way of lying to him.

He sighed and wiped the tears that kept falling, “maybe if you had been there, all of this could have been avoided.” 

“Jaemin, I can’t be at all of your dates as collateral damage. She already hates me hanging out with you two all the time.” You sat next to him on your bed. Almost instinctively, he pulled you into his side and rested his head at your neck. The intimate position made your heart beat sporadically and uncomfortably, scared that Jaemin would listen in to how easily he affected you. 

His lips tickled your skin as he mumbled, “no one else has made me feel so safe before, not even her. That’s why I ended up here, the place that was going to protect me from the pain I felt today.” 

His confession stunned you to a great magnitude. Until now, Jaemin has never expressed how he felt about you, even as his new friend. It had come to a shock to you that he admitted how you were his guardian angel, someone he’d turn to at a desperate time. He recognized he selfishly needed you to take away all the bad parts of life. To be with you meant only good times and a resolve that was nothing less of perfection. 

Then, what happened next was the unthinkable and the unstoppable. Jaemin held you at your shoulders, coming face to face to your still shocked expression. You two blinked back at each other in the silence. Jaemin saw your wandering eyes that admired his pink lips. He never noticed before how pretty you truly were, not simply by appearance. He knew your heart contained something much more innocent than his own.

He leaned in and there was no hesitation on your part. His hot breath mixed with your own as he kissed you fruitfully and open mouthed. It was hard to pull away from something you had been yearning for since the moment you two met. The one thing you craved was the flavor of his lips and his tongue to lap with your’s. He tasted like every heaven that existed, serenity and tranquility.

A hot kiss that produced an addictive warmth in your chest. Your heart was beyond ready to burst at how you were kissing your best friend’s boyfriend. Anger rested in your thoughts at how she managed to take all of him for granted. He was too hard to let go, the feeling of him belonging in your arms. The mixture of feelings overwhelmed your body, pulsing through every vein with a thrilling love. 

Jaemin kept surprising you throughout the night. Everything from him seemed platonic, like he didn’t bother to bat an eyelash at you or see you affectionately. But you were kissing him, in the most passionate way. Maybe you were being slightly delusional, but he devoured you greedily, like he had been wanting to taste you too.

His hand traveled to your jawline and caressed your cheek lovingly. Jaemin also pulled you closer by the end of your shirt, your right leg rested on top of his thigh. As you took everything you’ve ever wished for, guilt began to build at your needy fingertips. Not guilt that he had a girlfriend, but guilt that you had no self control and respect for his wavering, weak heart. You couldn’t be with Jaemin given the situation of how this had all started. 

With a pop! you released one another. Jaemin’s lustful eyes widen, turning doe-like and apologetic. Confused stares and a sense of reflection on what had just happened. A million questions ran through Jaemin’s mind as he saw how plump, and red your lips had become. 

His initial feeling coming here has grown to be much worse. There was a sickly, awful feeling that pulled at his heartstrings. How could he ruin even the good parts of his life? 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” His head dropped into his palms, gathering deep breaths. His thoughts were intoxicated, too clouded for any possible good judgement. “That should’ve never happened.” 

“Jaemin, I’m sorry. We can just pretend it didn’t.” The feelings of love were being replaced by pain, probably the same Jaemin felt walking into your apartment. 

He shook his head, repeating no in nothing above a whisper. “We can’t pretend and stay friends like this.”

“Wait, you’re ending our friendship over a mindless kiss?”

The sad boy stood up and his hands balled up in a tight fist. The true secret was that he was incredibly angry with himself. “It wasn’t mindless, it was a mistake. I can’t look at you the same when you kissed me back with so much feeling. I can’t be around you knowing that I’d want to kiss you again.” 

Like a trigger, the tears slipped down your cheeks quietly. You both were aware of the consequences you had to face from a simple kiss. You just weren’t prepared for them yet. “Okay, you’re right. It’s only for the best and I’m not like her. I will prioritize you before my own feelings.”

Jaemin sighed loudly, like he was emptying all the air in his lungs. His jaw tightened at your words, “whatever happens, just know you are not the only one at fault. I won’t let her pin this on you.” 

Despite such a betrayal, he was such a noble person. Telling her didn’t even cross your mind because that would have to open another can of worms you kept sealed. But Jaemin would be practically eaten alive with this secret and this, you knew all too well.

“I’m sorry, not to her, but that I let my selfishness lose you.” You stood up by his side. He held your face once more, a thumb rubbing your stained skin. 

A small, hopeless smile appeared on his tired canvas. “I’m sorry to you too. We need the distance to reflect on the past few months.” 

With that, you walked your crush to the door. He checked his phone to reveal several missed calls and texts from his girlfriend. Sighing, he turned to hug you briefly, afraid of lingering for too long. 

“Lastly, I want to thank you for being a temporary solace and for dealing with even my vulnerable sides.” 

“I really don’t deserve you because you deserve someone who makes you happy.” Your tears choked you, making it incredibly difficult to speak without sounding like a mess.

Jaemin wasn’t going to waste his tears on you. He couldn’t possibly be hurting the same as you were, or so you thought. “As do you. I don’t deserve you either.”

He kissed you like he meant something from it and that’s why he needed distance. He was afraid of admitting his own feelings because his moral compass didn’t allow it.

A kiss brought more pain than it did satisfaction. If you could erase the ugly parts that followed, you would do it in a heartbeat. Jaemin was your’s momentarily, despite all the confusion and the consequences. 

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[lepus-arcticus]

48.

Billy Miles has a voice like an echo, or an epilogue. 

Mulder remembers a whole generation stolen into the sky, a rain-beaten cemetery, the spice of pine needles crunching underfoot. He senses the parabola of their small, searching lives, the clumsy tautology of their strange and lovesick saga. He recalls the first time he touched her, the giddy exhilaration he felt as he first beheld the white slope of her bare shoulder. 

Fate or choice, it hardly matters. There was never a time before her. There is all the time in the world ahead. 

One last look into the blaze outside, before they let the blackout curtains fall. 

-

That frightened, bleeding girl from the diner, her fat-cheeked baby on Scully’s knee. 

Mulder contemplates the implications—he can’t help but see the child as somehow saturated with starlight, knit through with filaments of the otherworld. An inherited radiance, trauma in the blood, the unsteady aura of the reluctant traveller. 

He can’t help but wonder—

The baby sucks noisily on Scully’s knuckle. Her hand is doused in drool. He remembers how she was with Emily; immediately devoted, intensely tender, making a mother of herself without a moment’s hesitation. That secret part of her, unfurling like a corpse flower in its seventh hothouse year. 

For too brief a time, Emily knew what he knows: she is the safest place, the truest north, the candle in the window on a moonless night. 

-

She is pale and cold at his motel door. 

His spread of old photographs and case notes slips to the carpet and scatters as he pulls back the comforter. He pries off her shoes and briefly squeezes her small, chilly feet between his palms. 

She thanks him sheepishly as he tucks her in and folds himself around her. He’s touched that she would even come to him; his proud little stoic, ever loathsome of needing anything or anyone. It is a rare treat to comfort her, and he basks in it, breathing in the clean scent of her hair, holding her close. 

Sometimes, when he thinks about it, he really can’t believe his dumb luck. He remembers the unexpected delight of sifting through her senior thesis: it had been snotty and cocksure, playful, audacious, the most intellectually and creatively stimulating thing he’d read in years. Her first handshake was firm, her first kiss soft and hungry. He’d fallen for her all at once, and then again, very slowly, over years and years. 

It’s time, he thinks, burying his nose into her shoulder. It’s time. 

“It’s not worth it, Scully,” he murmurs.  

“What?” 

“I want you to go home.” 

“Oh, Mulder, I’m going to be fine,” she sniffles, but he senses that she’s only saying it out of habit, only trying to cover for the grievous crime of borrowing a bit of warmth, of craving a bit of comfort. 

“No, no, I’ve been thinking about it,” he continues, hurting for her. “Looking at you tonight, holding that baby… knowing everything that’s been taken away from you. A chance for motherhood, and your health—and that baby…,” he swallows back a fresh swell of emotion. “I think that… I dunno, maybe they’re right.” 

“Who’s right?” 

“The FBI. Maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. It’s the personal costs that are too high.” 

She should be restoring health and life with her skilled hands and beautiful mind, receiving tearful declarations of gratitude in hospital waiting rooms, write-ups in medical magazines, plaques at conferences. 

“There’s so much more you need to do with your life,” he whispers. “There’s so much more than this. There has to be an end, Scully.” 

He presses his lips to her cheek. Her hand frets within his. A warm tear slips over one of his knuckles, becoming cold as it travels over his skin. She snuggles closer into him, and he can’t hold himself off any longer—he allows himself that forbidden image, the one he hasn’t indulged since the IVF failed, the one where she’s heavy with his child, well-fed in a way she hasn’t been since her cancer, glowing with the radiant happiness of miracles. 

-

Scully is out sick. 

Her dizzy spells are getting worse. He’s been finding her slumped in corridor chairs with her head in her hands, leaning drunkenly on walls, and, to his violent concern, flat on her back on the forest floor. His covert bursts of research assure him that this is normal for some women, but still, he banishes her to bed, moves the TV to her dresser, leaves her with a kiss and a triple latte in decaf incognito. 

There is no work, and there’s a chance that there won’t be, not ever again. In the office, he slings his feet up onto the desk and spins a basketball, lazily inspecting the homey disorder of their office: their omnium gatherum of weird tchotchkes and bibelots, outdated med school textbooks, a chunk of raw jade, the rolled maps in their wire basket, his intramural track and field trophies besides her marksmanship commendations. The room is their story, written in airport gift-shop magnets and grisly polaroids, redacted reports, the walls fire-scarred, the green chair stained with semen. He’ll have to set up a home office, he thinks, unwilling to imagine a world without their lovingly-curated clutter. 

He’s pulled out of his preoccupation by a knock on the doorframe. Skinner wanders in, and Mulder feels a smack of affection for the old guy—hell, at this point, he’s almost a friend. 

There is no forthcoming letter of termination or notice of reassignment, not even a signature AD verbal ass-whooping. 

There is, however, a twist. 

Krycek, that one-armed bastard, all comely, belligerent grit; behind him, an undead Marita Covarrubias, retaining all of her glacial film noir self-possession. Their intrusion feels like an astonishing violation of his endangered sacred space. 

A flame of rage licks him deep, but it quickly withers to embers. Once the fight goes out of him, he feels like he’s thumbing through a yearbook, or a smudged, yellowed newspaper. They are extraneous threads, those two, fraying brails; Jacks in a card game long discarded in favour of the warmth of the hearthfire across the parlour. 

So this is the swan song, he tells himself—the final pursuit, the terminating inquiry. The price of admission to the great awaiting Eden. Beyond, there is a land of sleepy Vineyard summers, of deck stain and manuscripts, scrubs in the washing machine, sourdough starter thriving in a repurposed jam jar in the fridge. Beyond, there is a new life of making and growing, their wartime days all laid to an uneasy rest in the vegetable garden out back. 

He will pay this last toll. He owes this much to Scully, cancer-scarred and sisterless. He owes it to the brief memory of Emily, their first ill-starred child. To those two unlucky zygotes, and all the foolish and extravagant dreams he harboured for them. 

This time, perhaps he can earn a different fate.

-

Dawn begins to lift the unquiet night. His travel bag is at the door, his hair is still damp from the shower. He sits down on the bed, traces the crook of her elbow, reaches out to move a stray wisp of hair from her face. She awakens softly into his palm, as if from an enchanted slumber.

“Hey,” he says softly. “My flight’s in an hour. Skinner’s outside.” 

She gazes up at him from the shadows, her eyes shining with a love so plain that it knocks the breath right out of him. Through an ache of adoration, he bends to kiss her, and she receives him with desperation, latching onto him and making sweet sounds of protest when he reluctantly pulls away. 

“Don’t go,” she pleads, sitting up. She is Venus in lavender satin, Onuava, a nymph arisen from the lake. She has pillow marks on her cheek. Sometimes, she looks like she does not belong to this world, but has slipped through from the transient dimensions beyond. 

He finds her hand and brings it to his lips. “I won’t be long. And when I’m back...” 

A moment passes. “When you’re back,” she says. “Will you marry me?” 

The fae queen offers him a cup. He knows he will drink, and that he will gladly remain hidden in her realm forevermore. 

“Ah, Scully,” he says. “Thought you’d never ask.”

#incrementum #txf fic

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Chapter 14 | Safe With Me

CW: penetrative sex, emotional sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female recieving), fluffy stuff, crying, just lots of emotions :D

Y/n's POV:

"Spencer?"

"Mhm?" he hummed.

I took a deep breath.

"I-I love you."

Spencer pulled away from me slightly, examining my face and my eyes as if he was trying to detect a lie.

But there was no trace of a lie.

Because I simply wasn't lying.

My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt as I was going to vomit at his silence. Everything was quiet.

I felt as though the world was going to crumble underneath my feet before he replied back to me with those sweet, sweet words.

"I love you too, Y/n."

I felt my world rebuilding again beneath me, my anxiety being thrown out of the window as he placed his lips on mine in a sweet, loving, passionate kiss.

This kiss was different from the others.

This kiss had even more meaning behind it.

An unattainable amount of love and pure, raw, emotion poured into this kiss; our lips speaking a different language, although the language that both Spencer and I understood so well but so little about.  We weren't fluent in it, but we would soon teach each other to be fluent.  That beautiful language:

Love.

I took off my cardigan, afraid that if I showed him the scars of my past, he would run away, scared; leaving me alone for the future.

But he didn't.

Instead, we pulled away from each other, and Spencer picked up my arms so gently, it was as though I was made of porcelain, and the slightest bit of force would make me shatter.

But I wasn't.

I was strong.

I had been through so much.

He turned my wrists over, the indents of trauma from my past etched onto my body revealing themselves to him at last.

He brushed his fingers over them so soft and lovingly, I felt as though I might cry [even more than I already was]. All my fears were- once again- dissolved instantly, as he brought my wrists up to his lips, peppering gentle kisses on each scar, looking up at me with pure love and desire.

His lips kissed each traumatic memory to sleep, his love overpowering the bad that had been clouding over my life for so so long.

Tears streamed down my face, not because I was uncomfortable-no- because I had never felt loved like this before. No, I had never really felt love before. At least not when it was a mutual feeling.

After he finished his light kisses on my scars, he laid me back gently, turning off the fairy lights but leaving the burning unscented candles to burn away. He kissed my lips sweetly, then pulled away a little bit, taking in my face.

"This is the safest I've felt in my entire life, Spencer." I cried softly, and he brushed hair out of my eyes to tuck behind my ears.

He kissed my lips quickly, but it was soft and caring.

"You're safe with me." he whispered, smiling gently.

"I love you." I said this time without a stutter.

"I love you, my angel." he replied, a smile forming on both of our faces, a slight blush creeping up the apples of our cheeks.

After a moment of our loving gazes I broke the calming silence.

"I want to be with you, Spencer."

"I want to be with you too." he said, slightly confused, but still kissed my forehead.

"No- well, yes- but no. I want to be with you." I explained, and he soon caught on, his eyes flashing with love and a certain type of hunger.

Lust.

"Are you sure?" he asked wearily, concern lacing his features.

"Spence, I've never been more sure." I said definitively.

Spencer examined my face once more before I interrupted his 'human lie detector' methods with my hand cupping his face, then laying my lips upon his as we did a lot that night.

This kiss was also different, showing love and lust, but also permission to be accessible to our needs.

"Spence, please." I whispered against his lips, and he nodded, smiling softly.

"If you want me to stop, please tell me.. I won't be upset."

I nodded.

"Words, angel." he said, lifting my chin up with his pointer finger and thumb.

"I promise I will tell you, Spence." I reassured.

He smiled again, kissing my lips gently, then more ravenously the next. He kissed down my neck, sucking softly and I whimpered.

He took off his sweater, his muscles tensing when he put his knee between my legs to part them.

"Is it okay if I take your clothes off?" he asked, caressing my cheek-bone with his thumb.

"Yes."

He smiled down at me once more, then peeled my shirt off of my body, unbuttoning my pants.

Thankfully, the both of us slipped our socks and shoes off hours before, so we did not need to worry about taking them off.

He unbuttoned his pants, his dick straining against his boxers.

He pulled my pants down my body slowly, scared that I was going to break if he did it any faster.

His actions were gentle, and the cool air hitting my body made me shiver.

He must have noticed as he took one of the huge grey blankets and draped it over us, the soft material making everything more comfortable.

"Are you sure you want to do this, love?" he asked again, kissing my neck.

"I'm sure."

And I was sure.

I was way more than sure. I knew I wanted and needed him there and then.

"Do you want me to use protection?" he asked.

"No, I'm on the pill and I'm clean.. You?"

"I'm clean."

"Good." I giggled softly, and his eyes lit up at the sound as he laughed softly.

"Is it okay if I take everything off, or do you want to keep your bra on?" he asked, lightly tugging the straps of my bra.

"Take everything off." I said, and he kissed my neck, his hair tickling my skin.

He pulled away, and smiled down at me softly, unhooking my bra with one hand. I lifted up so the bra could fall off my shoulders, and Spencer's eyes practically bulged out of his head.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered to me, kissing down my neck, to my collarbones, then to my chest; sucking on my pebbled nipples, flicking his tongue around my areolas.

I gasped at the sensation, grasping his chestnut, dirty-blonde hair with my hands. He lifted his head up off of my chest after showing care and affection towards each of my breasts, then kissed down my stomach to where my thong began. He looked up at me for approval, and I nodded. He slipped my panties down my legs, putting them aside, and spreading my legs entirely. I felt myself grow self-conscious as I was in such a vulnerable position.

"Hey, it's just me." he said, bringing his hand up to my face to caress it softly.

I nodded, smiling down; my anxieties melting away.

He leaned back down, kissing my clit softly, then licked a flat stripe up my core. I moaned and whimpered, bucking my hips upward before he put his arm down across my hips.

"You taste so good." he groaned, the vibrations and his voice making me close, and he had barely touched me. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit and rubbing gently.

"Fuck," I whimpered, already feeling myself fall towards the deep end of pure bliss. He then (within some miracle) slipped two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them upwards to brush against the spot I so craved to be touched at. Obscenities and moans spilled from my mouth as I latched onto Spencer's hair.

Soon, I felt the tidal wave of euphoria begin to rush throughout my body.

"Spence, I-I'm gonna-"

I was cut short by another one of his fingers thrusting inside of me, his other hand coming up to massage my breast as I came, my breathing erratic and my body twitching from the blissful aftermath.

Spencer took his fingers out of me and sucked on them, cleaning off my arousal. I pulled him up with my hands grasping onto his face, and kissed him hungrily, my body craving for more of him.

"Please, Spence." I begged, and he obliged; a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he pushed his boxers down, his erection springing free from confinement. I bit my lip at the view, and he stroked himself a few times before touching the head of his dick against my heat, rubbing gently as I whined for more.

"Are you sure, Y/n?" he asked once again.

"Please Spencer!" I gasped.

Spencer brought his lips down to meet mine in a hungry kiss before he sheathed himself in me completely; the feeling was a bit uncomfortable but that small discomfort soon turned to pure pleasure as he fully pushed himself in me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size.

"Fuck, Y/n." he gasped against my lips, his hand on my hip from bucking uncontrollably, the other holding him up on his forearm by my head. "You're so tight." he hissed, and I pulled him in for another kiss.

"I was waiting for you." I said against his lips, and he moaned at that.

"I love you so much, angel." he whispered.

"I love you so much too, Spence." I whispered back, tears brimming at each of our eyes. I pulled him down in a kiss, wiping away his tears.

"Please, Spence." I whined, and Spencer took that as his que to move. Slowly, he thrusted in and out of me, our mouths working together to silence our moans. He brought his hand from my hip to my arm, flipping my hand over to kiss my scars again as tears fell from each of our eyes.

We weren't crying for a bad reason; we were crying because we loved each other so much, that it hurt our already damaged and poorly bandaged up hearts.

But we would soon fix our depressive, lonely states.. a person can only be in solitude for so long before it isn't deemed as 'blissful' anymore.

In order to heal, you have to be broken.

We were two beautiful souls, combining into one to become beautifully broken.

He let go of my wrist briefly, so that he could wrap his hands in mine, holding them above my head as he thrusted faster inside of me.

Our cries were filled with love and desire; the sound mixing together with our constant I love you's that spilled from our lips.

"Spencer!" I cried out as he pounded into me harder, our breaths more erratic.

"You're safe." Spencer whispered through pants and kisses.

I'm safe.

A groan ripped from the back of his throat, the sound able to throw me over the edge alone.

"Spence, please! You feel s-so good!" I sobbed, our fingers woven with one another's above my head.

I felt a warm, butterfly feeling build in my lower stomach, just waiting to snap.

"I'm gonna, ugh!-" I cried out, the twine of the snapping rope of pleasure in my lower belly beginning to snap completely.

"Me too, angel. Come with me." Spencer panted, kissing my lips ravenously, I gasped as I felt him pull my legs onto his shoulders getting a deeper angel within me.

I felt the feeling of my euphoria snap, sending a tsunami of pleasure and love coursing through my veins.

Spencer's dick throbbed inside of me, my inner-walls clenching desperately to him, not wanting to let go quite yet.

"Fuck!" Spencer moaned as I came, my body squirming around his as he followed after me in pursuit.

He thrusted a few more times inside of me before we both came down from our highs, his thrusts erratic and slowed.

After a moment, his movements stopped as they began to overstimulate the both of us, and he pulled out tenderly, kissing me softly and smiling gently down at me, as I mirrored his look.

Our faces were overcome with dopey love-sick smiles as he kissed down my belly, all the way to my core, licking up his mess as I bucked my hips at the overstimulation, but he just shushed me quietly.

Once he was done, he laid next to me, our mouths in unable to break away from the smiles that was plastered upon our faces.

He kissed my knuckles and fingers, pulling me into him and adjusting the blanket that draped over us.

I laid down on his chest, our hands clasped together, a content-full sigh coming from the both of us.

"I love you so much." He whispered as I was about to drift asleep.

"I love you so much." I whispered back, giggling softly.

We soon fell asleep, wrapped in each other's bodies; the cool air of the night feeling amazing against our warm skin.

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5:30 am: On the rooftop of Y/n's apartment complex

I awoke with Spencer kissing my head, then my face, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake.

I giggled softly, bringing my hand out from under the blankets to caress his face.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said, kissing my lips softly as my eyelids fluttered open.

"Good morning, bubs." I said back, bringing him to me with both of my hands, kissing his lips softly.

"Happy three months of being ED free." he said softly, kissing my nose.

My heart fluttered.

"I forgot that was today." I said, a big grin overtaking my features; his face mirroring mine.

"Yep. And you know what we're gonna do today? We're gonna bake your new comfort food." he said, kissing my neck.

"Cookies?!" I gasp excitedly, and he laughs against my neck, the vibrations tickling my throat.

"Cookies."

"Can we watch the sunrise first, Spence?" I ask, and he pulls himself away from my neck to kiss my lips.

"Of course, my love."

I giggle, and we both begrudgingly put our clothes back on; although Spencer gives me his sweater to wear, and he goes shirtless; only having his tan slacks and socks on.

We cuddle up under the blanket, watching the sun bloom over the horizon, golden and white petals stretching outwards into the rich blue. The velvety pink clouds making the sky look like a magical sorbet that you'd get on a hot summer's day.

"I love you, Spence."

"I love you too, Y/n."

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12:30 pm: back at y/n's apartment

Spencer and I got back hours ago, having pancakes and eggs for breakfast.

We swayed and danced to music, kissing each other constantly, our lips red and sore from the constant loving exchanges but neither one of us cared.

We showered together, Spencer washing my hair as I washed Spencer's (or at least tried to (height difference)).

He kissed my shoulder as I washed the Conditioner out of my hair and proceeded to kiss my lips.

We played different songs, singing along to them. (I, giggling at Spencer's tone deafness)

Now,  I was in the kitchen and Spencer was on the remote control for my TV, trying to find a movie to watch after we baked our cookies.

"Hey, what about the first 'Harry Potter' movie?" He asked, scrolling through the titles of different movies as I got the ingredients out to bake.

"Sure!" I exclaimed, taking out the flour and sugar.

Spencer clicked the movie, pausing it at the beginning.

I jumped up to try and reach the top shelf of where the chocolate chips were located but I failed.

Instead, I felt Spencer come up behind me, placing his hand on the counter in front of me; my back against his front. Butterflies roared through my system at the simple act, memories from last night flooding my brain.

He got them down easily, and I turned to him, but he raised the chocolate chips higher away from my grasp as I jumped even higher to try and reach them, but I quickly failed.

"Hey!" I fake-pouted.

"Oh, fine.. But only 'cause you're so cute." he said, laughing softly, then kissing my lips and handing me the chocolate chips.

I smiled sweetly at him and kissed him back.

"Let's make some cookies!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together excitedly as he laughed.

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Spencer's POV:

The night before with Y/n was anything but a fail.

It was perfect--she was perfect.

It was filled with pure, raw, loving emotion.

We had already talked about the sex, our faces overcome with a deep red blush, but we both agreed that it was the most amazing thing.

I was so proud of her as she opened up about her life when she was a child.

I was just so proud.

I loved her so much.

Now, as she lies asleep in my arms after our long day of eating cookies, watching movies, kisses, cuddles, hugs, etc. But I can't help but think.

I have never loved anyone more.

I never thought I would say this, and I almost feel bad about it in a way, but.. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone before.. Even Maeve. And I feel bad that I say that because it feels mean and cruel, but it is the truth. Maeve will always be my first love, but Y/N.. Y/N will always be the one. The one I love forever; the one for me.

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AN: Hey guysss

OMG OMG they had seggs :0

I hope you enjoyed!

If i don't have a relationship like theirs in the future... i dont want it :D

love you all

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(more to come!!)

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