#now go rest a lil bby

[aemondsbabe]

Praise | Taunt Part 2

summary: michael has been tutoring you for weeks and the closer you get to him, the stronger your feelings seem to grow but does he feel the same way about you?

pairing: michael gavey x reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, profanity, dirty talk, breast/nipple play, teasing, degradation/dumbification, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex (technically the reader is on birth control but it's not mentioned in this part), angst (michael is in his sad boy hours for a lil bit), creampie, light cum play, light choking, daddy kink, dom/sub vibes, discussions of mathematics, michael being a lil clueless (aw, bless) -- let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 9.8k i will not apologize, i am not sorry

a/n: i have to say, i've grown so attached to this little pairing and i hope y'all love them as much as i do! i want to say a huge, huge, huge thank you to the loml @officerbrowneyes ❤️ for giving me the excitement and inspiration needed to even make me want to write a second part to taunt, for helping me through my writers block, for betaing this fic, and for generally being an amazing person and fantastic friend! i love you bby!!

TAUNT | Part 1

MAKING AMENDS | Bonus

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“Fuck this,” you mutter, jaw clenched as you yank over the next page of your statistics textbook, practically ripping the page as you flip it over. You can’t help but grumble, each page of notes you flip through only adding to your foul mood as you hunch over your desk, numbers and letters swimming together in your vision. “Ugh!” You toss your pencil down, rubbing your temples as it clatters across the desk before falling to the floor. 

“Oi!” Louise sits up against the pillows on your bed across the room, tugging off a headphone as she looks at you, resting her own textbook on her lap, “You doin’ alright, babe?” 

“I’m gonna fail the final,” You groan, head in your hands, “I’m gonna fail it, and then fail out of Oxford, and then I’ll have to go back home and then my parents will kill me.” 

“You’re not gonna fail,” she sighs, pushing herself up so her legs dangle over the bed, “You’ll be fine. You were so worried about that last quiz and you nearly got a perfect score, remember?” 

You let out a petulant whine, one you’d be embarrassed about if your head wasn’t pounding, and lean back on your wooden desk chair, bleary eyes staring up at the ceiling. “That was before we started consumer mathematics,” you lament, chest heaving with a sigh, “I have no hope now.” 

You can feel Louise jokingly roll her eyes behind you when she huffs out a laugh as she slips off your bed, coming to stand behind you, her face upside down as she looks down at you, a hand on her hip. “Why don’t you just text Michael? I thought he’s been helping you.” 

Just hearing his name makes your heart feel funny in your chest and you sigh, sitting back up before turning to look at your friend, “It’s…complicated.” Inwardly, you can’t help but cringe at yourself; the situation is anything but complicated and yet it somehow feels impossible. 

“Explain,” Louise commands, leaning back against your desk with her arms crossed across her chest. She laughs when you groan, pushing your shoulders back from where you’ve curled in on yourself, forcing you to look at her, “Babe, I love you, but it’s Michael Gavey. How on Earth is that man ‘complicated?’” She asks, cocking her hip as she does air quotes with her hands. 

“Because I like him!” You blurt out after a second, hiding your face in your hands, “I like him and I don’t think he likes me and every damn time we study, we just end up fucking and I can’t keep fucking him because I like him!” The words rush out of you before you have time to think about them, your whole body deflating like a balloon as you release weeks worth of tension. 

Your head snaps up in shock when Louise giggles, your mouth hanging open even as the corners of your lips threaten to quirk up into a smile. “How dare you!” You admonish, playfully slapping at her hip, “I’m pouring my heart out to you and you laugh!” 

“Sorry, sorry!” She shakes her head, breathily laughing as she tries to get herself under control, “I’m sorry! I just…what do you mean he doesn’t like you? That man is in love.”

“What?” Your eyes narrow as you stare up at her, “How do you know? I’ve tried flirting with him and he doesn’t ever seem to respond to it.”

At this, Louise shakes her head and shoots you a concerned look, “I don’t think he’s the type to get flirting, hon.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you honestly think anyone has ever flirted with him?” Louise asks, giving you a pointed look, “I don’t have anything against the guy, but come on. You’re gonna have to hit him over the head with it.” 

“Yeah, okay,” you acquiesce; in your weeks of getting to know Michael, you’d learned that while he wasn’t clueless, he was definitely not as experienced as he had first appeared, “That still doesn’t mean he likes me, though.” You point out, raising an eyebrow at your friend. 

“Do you really not see the way he looks at you?” She smirks, “I’ve said two words to the man but, trust me, he is smitten, babe.”

You look away, biting at your bottom lip as you think over what she had to say. Your eyes scan over the surface of your desk, unfocused, as thoughts bounce around your head. Louise simply pats your shoulder before going back to your bed, resting on her stomach as she resumes reading through her book. 

You’re quiet for a moment before your eyes land on your phone, sitting temptingly on the corner of your desk. You glance back and forth between it and the still-opened textbook in front of you, frustration rising in your chest once again at the mere sight of the various formulas on the pages. Finally, with a sigh, you grab your phone and flip it open, quickly scrolling to Michael’s contact. 

“U busy now?” You text quickly, pressing send before you have a chance to second guess yourself before setting the phone down quickly, practically dropping it on the desk as if it were burning you. 

Not even a minute later, although it feels like an eternity, it vibrates. You hesitate for a second, tempted to just slog your way through this chapter on your own. Finally, you sigh and reach for your phone, not wanting to sacrifice your newly-improved grade or your situationship with Michael. 

“In my room. Why?” He replies, always concise and to the point. 

“Need help w the new chap,” you type, biting your lip as you shuffle through letters on the small keyboard, “Can I come over?”

“Sure, see you soon.” His reply comes quickly, making your heart race. 

With a nervous sigh, you push yourself up from your chair, groaning as you take a second to stretch before striding over to your small dresser. “I’m going to his,” you say, glancing over at Louise, “I’m officially waving the white flag on this chapter.”

“Wear lingerie!” She says quickly, practically skipping over to you and leaning against the wall next to you.

“What?” You laugh, shooting her a questioning look, “Why would I do that?”

“Duh!” She huffs with an eye roll, “Put in some effort to fuck him and it might help get the message across.”

“How do you know we’ve been–”

“Your room is right next to mine,” she points out, looking at you tiredly, “And the walls in this ancient building are thin as paper. Come on.”

“Okay, okay,” you put your hands up in surrender with a laugh before pulling open your underwear drawer; as convoluted as Louise’s plan was, you couldn’t exactly see a downside to fancying up a little, “Any suggestions?”

“Hmm,” she hums, shuffling through the small pile of fancy lace you had shoved in the corner of the drawer, “Ooh, these!” She chimes victoriously, holding up a lacy bra, “This color always looks so good on you, you’ll make his head explode.” 

With a nod, you grab the bra and matching underwear from her, “If this doesn’t help, I will be holding you personally accountable.” You laugh, seeing her politely turn away from you in the corner of your eye as you begin pulling your clothes off. 

“I mean, it is still on you to actually say something,” she chuckles, peering out the window as she waits for you to change, “Honestly, if it was me, I would’a locked that shit down ages ago. The sounds I hear coming from this room…” She jokes, shaking her head.

“Sounds?” You ask, your face flushing as you hurriedly clasp the thin bra behind your back, “You can hear us?”

“You two are not nearly as sneaky as you think,” she laughs, “I mean, who would’ve thought that little nerd had it in him?”

“He has hooked up with people,” you defend, pulling on a t-shirt and skirt, short enough that you knew it would make the blond’s head spin, “He’s not totally helpless.”

“Hookups are different than boyfriend dick,” Louise points out, shuffling back on your bed until her back was resting against the wall next to it, “And based on all the screams I hear from you, Michael has boyfriend dick.” 

With a laugh, you roll your eyes, not even bothering to question her as you shove your things into your backpack. Sitting down at your desk chair, you pull your small mirror over and give your hair and makeup one last look over, glancing back at Louise as she continues, “I mean, come off it, babes. You don’t even make those noises by yourself.”

“You can hear me?!” You squeak out, whipping your head around.

“The walls are paper thin!” She laughs, “I’m sure you can hear me too, and everyone else. You honestly think that doesn’t go both ways?”

“Ha ha,” you say dryly, slipping on your shoes before standing and grabbing your keys from the small hook next to the door of your room, “I’m going, can you lock my door when you leave?” 

“Yup!” Louise chirps, not bothering to look up from her phone as she waves you off, “Go get that nerd dick!”

With a sigh and an eye roll, you pull your door closed.

You make it to Michael’s in record time and pause in front of his door, giving yourself a minute to calm down before you nervously knock. 

Almost instantly, the door swings open. The thought that he might’ve been perched next to it, waiting for you to show up, makes your chest squeeze as you murmur a hello. 

“Hiya, pretty.” He says lowly as you move past him, closing the door and watching as you dump your backpack by his bed. His room wasn’t much different than most other guy’s dorms you’d been in – sparsely decorated with only the essentials, although you did appreciate the posters and pictures Michael had hanging up. There were all sorts of different ones pinned to the dark wooden walls, from bands he liked to small polaroids of his pets from home. Every time you were here, though, your heart couldn’t help but hurt a little as you never saw pictures similar to some of the ones you had up – ones with friends. 

“Needed some help from little old me?” He teases. 

“Yes, oh my God!” You sigh, your dramatics making him crack a smile as he takes a seat at his desk, “This new chapter is doing my head in!”

“Alright, alright love,” he murmurs, signature smirk poised on his lips as his blue eyes peer at you from behind his glasses, “Get your things, I’ll see if I can help.”

With a nod, you pull your notebook from your backpack as he turns to the chapter in his own textbook. As you move, you can’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eye, taking in everything from the dark red t-shirt he wore, complete with a cheesy maths pun on the front, to how ruffled his golden hair was, like he’d just woken up from a nap. Maybe the light was playing tricks on you, but you swore you saw him glance over at you a time or two too. 

“Haven’t heard much from you this week,” you start, pulling up the extra chair he kept in a corner of his dorm room, “How’ve you been? Oh! And how did that paper for your calculus class turn out?” You ask, glancing at him as you flip through the pages of your notebook, looking for where you’d left off. 

“Oh, yeah,” he clears his throat, leaning an elbow on his desk, “The paper was great, actually. Thank you for your help by the way,” his lips curve up in a sheepish grin, “I’ve always been a bit shit at writing.” 

“Yeah, no problem,” try to ignore the way your stomach twists at his gratitude, “I’ve always been shit at maths so it works out.” You joke, pride filling your chest when he chuckles. The longer you’d spent working with Michael, the more comfortable the two of you became, and slowly but surely he’d let his guard down. He was still the same cocky, downright arrogant prick in class but when it was just the two of you, you couldn’t help but notice that he’d grown…softer. Those sharp, taunting edges of his had been smoothed a little, sanded down by jokes he shared with you rather than sarcastic jabs directed at you. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, those blue eyes you’d grown so enamored with sparkling with mirth, like he was always just one step ahead of you, “Don’t sell yourself short, baby. You’ve improved a lot,” your cheeks flush and the butterflies in your stomach roar to life, whirling around wildly at the simple compliment, “Not nearly as much of a dummy as you were a few weeks ago, yeah?” He finishes, lips tugged up in a viciously smug smile as he watches the way your eyes grow wide, the way the pink hues making their home on the apples of your cheeks bloom ever brighter, extending almost all the way to your neck. 

“Michael,” your voice is hoarse as you croak his name, desperately willing your mind to stay on track, “C-Can we focus on the notes, please? I really do need help, I mean maybe later we can–”

“Don’t get yourself in a tizzy,” he says, blessedly cutting off your nervous babbling, “What’s giving you problems, pretty?”

“Uhh,” you fumble, kicking yourself internally as you scramble to reset your brain, “The stuff we went over last week,” you flip through your notes, finally pointing your pen at the hastily scribbled notes you’d taken in class, “The monthly investment stuff; I guess the formula Professor Davies went over just seems really complicated to me. Like, I was having a really hard time following it in class with the way he was explaining it.”

Michael nods his head as he listens, his eyes quickly scanning over your notes before flitting to the accompanying pages in his nextbook as he lets out a sigh. “Ahh, okay,” his fingers brush over yours as he takes your pen, once again sending your mind into a flurry as you blink, desperately trying to clear the fog that seemed so determined to invade your brain, “So, remember the compound interest formula we went over earlier?” 

You nod as he peers over at you, admittedly only halfway listening as your heart hammers in your chest. “Uhm, y-yeah,” you nearly whisper before clearing your throat, “Yeah.” You nod once more, trying to keep your voice steady as you watch him scrawl notes on your paper; your eyes glaze over as you observe the way his long fingers hold your pen, making it all too easy to imagine those same fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your tongue down as he whispers filthy things into your ear, skirting their way into your underwear and curling just right against –

“It works similarly,” Michael continues, hunched over the textbook as he copies down a sample problem, “So, the monthly investment formula is basically just the yearly salary over twelve months. I think the formula is getting to you, but it’s not really that complicated in practice.”

You nod your head dutifully, his voice sounding muffled to your ears as your thoughts continue spiraling, lewd thoughts of his fingers and cock playing like a video on the backs of your eyes. He hands the pen back to you as he finishes copying down the question, gazing at you expectantly as you look over the problem. 

“Okay, so, uhm,” you stammer, eyes desperately scanning over the page as if the answer will magically reveal itself to you, “So…you’d divide these…?” You ask timidly, already knowing you’re wrong. 

“You aren’t paying attention at all, love,” he says, not even needing to question it as he shakes his head in mock disappointment, “What’s going on in that pretty head, hm? What got you so distracted?” He rasps, one hand moving up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, even that simple action damn near causing you to whimper. 

“I don't,” you swallow, mouth dry as your eyes flutter shut for a half second before reluctantly meeting his, heart pounding wildly in your chest as the smirk on his face makes a graceful reappearance when he sees the glazed over, near empty look on your face, “I don’t know.” You finish finally, voice breathy despite your best efforts.

“Hmm,” he hums again, trailing that hand down your neck and the side of your arm before finally letting it rest atop the thigh closest to him, his touch practically burning your skin, “I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s taken over that empty fuckin’ head.”

Before you even have a chance to reply, his hands are on your hips. He firmly pulls you into his lap, lithe frame disguising his true strength as he settles you atop his thighs. 

“Michael, I–”

“Hush,” he commands softly, warm hands skirting over your waist as he tugs you back into him, your back pressing into the familiar expanse of his chest once again, “I know exactly how to help, pretty girl.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your cheek before he presses a light kiss there, trailing them down over the side of your neck as his hands slip under the bottom of your t-shirt. His touch makes shivers cascade down your spine as you feel his hands ghost over your stomach before they cup your breasts; he lets out a pleased hum when he feels the delicate lace of your bra, which does nothing to hide your already pebbled nipples as they press against the palms of his hands.

“I think,” he continues, chuckling darkly when he already hears small whines escaping past your lips as he continues massaging your breasts, “You need that wet little cunt played with, hm? I know she’s already dripping, pretty.” His voice is rough as he speaks, his hips grinding up into you, making you mewl on his lap as you feel his cock already poking against you even through the jeans he wears.

“P-Please,” you whine brokenly, embarrassed to already be reduced to such a state, “Please, Michael, I need…fuck, I need something, anything, please!” You’re used to begging for him by now, the two of you have hooked up enough over the past few weeks that you know he loves how whimpery and desperate you get, loves to hear the little hitch in your voice when you beg and plead with him so. 

“Not Michael,” he grunts, roughly pinching at your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, just enough to make you cry out and squirm on his lap, “Try again.”

“Oh–,” you gasp, unable to stop the way your hips desperately wriggle on his lap, tantalized by the feel of him, even through all the layers of clothing between you, “Sir! Sir, please!” 

He huffs out a laugh, low and raspy in your ear as he trails one hand up, poking it through the collar of your shirt to wrap it lightly around your throat – not enough to choke you, but just enough to remind you of your place. “Someone must be feeling extra stupid today, hm? Haven’t been sir in weeks, love, you know that.” 

A hungry whine claws its way past your lips as your head tilts back onto his shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut as your cheeks heat up, trembling in his lap. This has been his favorite part, experimenting with that one little name it takes so much for you to say. It’s funny really, eventually he’d admitted to only hearing it in a porno, not something he could attribute to his string of experiences with one night stands. You’d just been the first person he’d been intrigued about enough to try it on; he was hooked the moment he saw your reaction and had slowly worked it into your little routine, requiring you to day it, to beg him so prettily with it, before he’d ever give you what you wanted. 

“Come on now,” he groans, the movements of your hips finally getting to him, “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll keep this precious cunt occupied so that that little head can work properly.” His hand abandons your breast, a laugh rumbling through him at your cries as he trails it up one thigh, slipping it under the bottom of your skirt. 

“Daddy!” You finally blurt out, the ache in your core finally growing too big for you to keep denying, “Please, daddy, please, just… fuck, just do something!”

“Shh, shh, babygirl,” he coos, half laughing as he slips his hand up under your skirt, cupping your throbbing center over the thin lace of your panties, groaning when he feels how hot and wet you are under his touch, “No wonder you can’t think straight, hm? So messy.”

You whimper helplessly in his lap,  hands scrabbling before they tightly cling to the forearm he has halfway under your skirt. “Oh, fuck,” you breathe heavily, head swimming as his fingers press down on your aching clit before circling the bud slowly, the lace of your underwear only adding to the fire building within you, “Oh, my God!”

Michael grunts lowly into your ear as he twirls his fingers against you, nipping at your neck as he rocks against you from below. “Here’s how this is gonna go, love,” he whispers lowly, speeding up the movements of his long fingers against you, “If you can get the formula right, you can come…”

“Wha–!” You splutter, your chest already heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, nails digging into his forearm as you feel the knot in your stomach already beginning to tighten; Michael had made it his mission over the last few weeks to learn every little thing that made you tick, and Christ, if he wasn’t a fast learner, “T-That’s not–”

“If you can’t get it right,” he continues, smirking against your cheek as he presses his fingers ever tighter into the column of your throat, “Then I’ll just keep edging and edging you until I’ve gotten my fill of those precious fucking noises you make, hm?”

You struggle in his hold, not getting very far as his touch has already reduced your muscles to jelly. Your hips keep rutting up into his fingers despite your feeble attempts to stop yourself, knowing he absolutely means to make good on his threats. With a defeated whine, you let your head loll to the side on his shoulder, burying your face against the pale expanse of his neck. Squeezing your eyes shut, you breathe in his now-familiar scent, although that only serves to put you more on edge. 

Michael suddenly moves, sitting up straighter in his desk chair and bringing you with him, causing you to yelp a bit. He keeps a steady hold on you as he leans forward, his fingers never ceasing their circular movements on your aching clit as he tilts you forward, angling your head so you’re once again face-to-face with the textbook and notes still laid out on the desk. 

“Now,” he starts, resting his chin on your shoulder as his eyes scan over the pages in front of you both, seemingly wholly unbothered with your current state, “What’s the first step?”

You can feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you blearily look over the paper, your eyes not really focusing on anything as you feel the knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter with each movement of his hands against you. 

“M-Michael, I–” Your voice sticks in your throat, your hips moving entirely of their own accord in his lap as your walls clench desperately around nothing, that familiar growing ache nearly taking over your entire center as your breath hitches. 

“Ooh,” he murmurs with saccharine sympathy, quickly pulling his fingers from you just before you fall over the edge; you can feel him smirking wickedly against your cheek as you twitch against him, letting out mournful little whines, “That was a close one, wasn’t it, pretty girl?”

The room feels as if it’s spinning as you come down from your almost-high, your walls throbbing as low cries slip past your lips. “F-Fuck…” you sigh hoarsly, hips still pathetically twitching against his jean-clad lap. 

“I know you know this,” his breath is warm against your cheek as he angles his head toward yours, blond hair tickling the side of your face as he peers at you from behind his glasses, “Be a good fucking girl and tell me which step is first and I’ll touch you again.”

Your eyes frantically scan over the problem as you will yourself to remember something, anything, from one of Professor Davies’s lectures last week, your hands abandoning Michael’s forearm to white-knuckle the edge of his desk instead as you try to steady yourself. 

“Y-You, uhm, you multiply,” you start, swallowing heavily as something finally seems to click together in your brain, “You multiply the exponents, daddy.” 

You practically preen under his touch as you feel more so than hear the pleased hum he lets out. “Very good,” he drawls slowly, pressing soft kisses against your cheek, “See? I knew there was something going on in that head of yours.” You know he’s taunting you on purpose, pulling out every trick he knows will make you blush, though you can’t bring yourself to care as you feel your heart soar with his praises. 

A loud moan tumbles past your lips as he resumes touching you, his fingers once again teasing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, the aching bud now all the more sensitive to his touches after you were denied an orgasm. You nearly double over on his lap as pleasure immediately zings up your spine, your muscles tensing in his hold. 

His hand abandons your throat and pulls out from under your shirt completely as he reaches for your pen and quickly scribbles down the first step of the formula, easily multiplying the numbers in his head before setting your pen back down. 

“Now then, what’s next, love?” He chuckles meanly against your cheek as you whine. He groans appreciatively as he feels your arousal leaking into your panties, soaking the fabric against his fingers while his other hand comes up to cup your breast over your shirt, feeling your aching nipple pressing against his hand even through the fabric. 

This game continues for what feels like an eternity, his fingers delicately teasing you right up to your breaking point before he cruelly yanks his hand away as he quizzes you again and again until you slowly but surely work your way through each step of the problem. 

You’re a sweaty mess on his lap now, skin damp and flushed as he pulls his hand away for what must be the hundredth time, although in reality it’s only the fifth. You let out a feeble whine, long past begging and pleading as you know it won’t do any good. 

“You’re so close,” he teases, chuckling to himself at the double meaning of his words, “Just need to solve it now, pretty baby. The sooner you do, the sooner I’ll make you come.” He promises, patting his fingers over the soaked patch on your panties just enough to make you jump. 

“D-Daddy, please!” You sniffle, no longer trying to reign in the tears streaming down your cheeks as your center aches and clenches, empty, “Please, I need–”

“You need to answer the fucking question,” he grunts through clenched teeth, one hand still cupping your spasming center while the other shoots up to your neck, angling your head toward the paper once more, “You asked me for help, love. And I’d say this is helping; looks like that empty little brain is able to recall information after all.” He teases, smirking cruelly as he ruts against your ass, taunting you with his hard length yet again. “Come on,” he continues, urging you on, “You’re doing so, so well for daddy. Just need the last little bit.”

Your head spins as you look at the paper and you halfway wonder if your fingers have made intents in the wood of his desk yet, “It’s, it’s the yearly salary,” you say quickly, voice high-pitched and breathy, “T-The yearly salary over twelve, fuck, m-months.” You rush out, squeezing your eyes shut. 

Somehow, more blood seems to rush to your cheeks as he gasps in fake surprise, really laying it on thick for you. “Oh, what a good girl!” He praises, arms wrapping around you tightly as you squirm in his hold, his warm body pressing against yours only making your need greater, “I knew you could do it, that’s right, love!” 

Quickly, he multiplies the numbers you indicated, mumbling under his breath as he quickly thinks through the equation. A few seconds later, you hear your pen moving against the paper as he scribbles down your answer, circling it with an over-done flourish. 

“You’ve done it!” He coos happily, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your cheek, trailing them down your jaw and neck, “You want your prize now?” He asks lowly, trailing his hand back up your thigh slowly, fingers just barely skimming over your throbbing center. 

All at once, you seem to come back to yourself as the fog lifts momentarily behind your eyes as your desperation drives you. You nod your head frantically as you turn on his lap, finally facing him and relishing the sweet, proud smile spread across his lps. 

“Please, Michael, daddy,” you ramble, pressing kisses against his cheeks and neck before he finally angles his head and catches your lips with his; the two of you sigh into the kiss, yours morphing into a desperate whine as you press your chest against his, shivering as your nipples peak from the warmth of his body alone. His tongue licks along your lower lip before he gently nips at it, chuckling as you mewl into his mouth as his tongue meets yours. You kiss him frantically, sighing happily when he delicately sucks your tongue into his mouth before you pull away with a whimper. “Please, please, I need it,” you murmur against his lips, clinging to his shoulders, “I can’t wait any longer, please!”

He shushes you with a soft laugh, hands skimming over your waist. “D’you want my mouth or my fingers, pretty girl?” He mutters softly, holding you steady on his lap.

“Mouth!” You answer instantly, making him chuckle at your desperation, “Please, please!”

“On the bed,” he commands, giving you one last kiss before pushing you up, helping to steady your shaky legs, “Good girl.” He praises again, patting your ass teasingly when you finally steady yourself enough to cross the room, stopping to kick off your shoes quickly before sitting yourself down on the bed.

Michael follows after you, smirking as he kneels on the bed, one foot still on the floor. He smiles and cups both of your cheeks, kissing you once more like he can’t get enough. “You, pretty girl, are very overdressed,” He drawls, waiting for your subtle nod before pulling your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor by the bed. “Holy…” his eyes are wide as he stares at your chest, taking in the way the delicate lace perfectly cups your breasts, nipples visible through the thin material, already hardened from his earlier ministrations. 

Upon seeing his reaction, you get bold. Smirking, you pull up your skirt, spreading your legs as you draw your knees up to your chest, giving him a perfect view of your matching panties; the lace, long since soaked through with your arousal, practically glimmers in the low lamp-light of his room. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, one hand adjusting his hard length, straining against his jeans as his blue eyes sweep over you, taking in every flawless inch, “To what do I owe the honor, hm?” He finally collects himself, smirking again as he reaches out to lightly skim a finger over the soft silk of one strap of your bra. He’s never seen you in something this nice, and certainly never a matching set, the sight of the soft lace against your skin would be enough to make him finish in his jeans if he weren’t careful. 

“Wanted to wear something special for you…” You say with a small shrug, heat rising to your cheeks once again as you look up at him shyly through your lashes. 

He tilts his head to the side, clearly not picking up on the deeper meaning behind your words as he squints his eyes at you, confused. “Why…why would you wanna wear something special for me, love?” He questions softly, his voice coming out more as a breath than words. 

“Michael,” you sigh, squirming under his affectionate gaze as you gather every ounce of confidence in your body. You swallow as your eyes dart between his, your heart quickly speeding up in your chest; you take a deep breath, Louise’s words echoing in your head, “I…I really like you.” You say simply, carefully watching his reaction.

“You…do?” He asks slowly, eyebrows shooting up in surprise, his eyes widening as he watches you nod with a shy smile. “Why me?” His voice is smaller this time, his whole body seeming to deflate as he sits back on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped as one foot still rests against the wooden floor. 

“Why wouldn’t I like you?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, head cocking to the side as you move closer to him, placing a hand on his knee. 

He sighs heavily, glancing up at you before looking down to where your hand rests on his leg, “No one really does.” He finally sighs, his eyes downcast.

Without thinking, you move closer to him, pressing yourself against him as you practically climb into his lap. This time, it’s your turn to gently cup his cheeks, your thumbs resting just under the gold rims of his glasses as you angle his head toward you. “I do,” you say softly before frowning a bit, pulling away just an inch, “Do…do you not feel the same way?”

“No!” He says quickly, shaking his head as he grabs at you, pulling you back toward him, “I mean yes! I mean,” he sighs frustratedly, running a hand through his hair as he swallows heavily, “I do like you, I– Fuck, I don’t know who I’m kidding, I’ve never liked anyone this much,” he says softly, smiling as he watches your eyes grow wide, “I just…never thought a girl like you would want much to do with me.”

“What does that mean?” You whisper, heart hammering so hard in your chest you’re sure he can hear it with as little distance as there is between the two of you.

“I…,” he pauses, chuckling bitterly, “I guess I always assumed you’d wind up with Catton or…or one of his little minions. Everyone does.” 

“Everyone?”

He tilts his head up to stare at the ceiling for a second, like he’s willing himself to tell you some deep, dark secret. Finally, he fixes his gaze on you again, one hand fiddling with the seam at the bottom of your skirt. “He was my friend once,” he begins, his voice soft and uncertain, “I don’t think I ever meant much to him, he just took me in as some charity case. To help the weirdo loner boy, I guess.”

You stay silent as he pauses, watching him carefully as he speaks. The corners of his mouth twitch before finally dropping into a frown, his eyebrows pulling together as if he were in pain. 

“I don’t know what happened in the end, to be honest,” he continues, blinking his eyes as he shuffles through memories, “I think maybe I wasn’t falling in line enough – I didn’t just blindly follow him like the others. He must’ve gotten tired of it cause one day I got to school and everyone just acted as if I wasn’t there, even mates I’d had before. They all just got pulled into his orbit and left me.”

“Michael…” you coo softly, thumbs lightly brushing over his cheeks.

“And then, one night I went to the pub with– with Oliver.” He practically spits his name, nose twitching with anger. 

“Oliver?” You question, the name ringing a bell as your eyes narrow, trying to picture his face, “Oliver Quick, you mean?”

He nods, eyes flitting around his room before they settle on you again. “He was my friend…I thought he was anyway. Way back at the start of term,” he sighs, lips pulling up in a sardonic smile, “We went to the pub one evening to celebrate finally finishing some paper or whatever, and…you were there.”

“I was?” You pull back from him a fraction of an inch in shock, your eyes flitting over his face.

“Mhm,” he hums, nodding his head, “Sitting at a table with Catton and all the rest of the cunts.”

“Felix and I were never that close Mich–”

“And I got up to get another pint and when I got back…he was gone.” He continued, huffing out a bitter laugh. 

“Oliver?”

“Yep,” he nods, hands gripping your waist more firmly as if he’s trying to anchor you to him, “He’d gone to sit with you lot and never so much as looked my way again. Then, once Professor Davies’s class started, I…Fuck, I liked you from the minute you walked through the door on the first day, love.”

“You did?” You smile at his confession, thinking back to all those months ago.

He hums again, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, glasses smushed against his cheek, “‘N then I realized where I knew you from and I…lost hope. Got jealous. Doesn’t matter I just…I was so determined not to like you.”

“But…you do?”

He hums again, nodding against your cheek, “I remember kicking myself when I agreed to tutor you,” he laughs, breath fanning over your neck and collarbone, “But you’re really not like them, hm?”

You shake your head emphatically, holding him tighter to you as if that will somehow better prove your point, “I’m not.” You say simply, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. 

The two of you stay silent for a moment before Michael’s shoulders start shaking a little; you pull back a bit, worried that he’s upset until you see he’s laughing, gazing at you as if you were some ethereal being. “I cannot believe you fucking like me,” he laughs, damn near giggling, “No one bloody likes me.”

You can’t help but laugh with him, leaning your forehead against his. “Well, fuck them,” you say firmly with a cheeky grin, “I like you enough for every damn idiot in this school.”

The two of you laugh together for another moment before you feel that familiar heat building in your belly again, never able to stave it off very long when you’re in his presence. Michael must feel it too, one second you’re laughing with him and the next his fingers are threading through the hair at the back of your head and pulling you in for a hard kiss, pressing his lips desperately against yours as if he’s trying to prove to himself you won’t disappear. You whimper softly as his tongue licks into your mouth, swallowing his groans as you move your lips fluidly against his before he pulls away quickly.

“Gotta fucking taste you, love,” he whispers roughly, hands blindly searching for the clasp of your bra. You feel it pop open a moment later, a low, victorious hum sounding from his chest as he finally pulls it off, tossing it off the bed to land next to your shirt, “Fuck, I love these tits.” He groans hotly, quickly kissing down your shoulder and chest before taking a pert nipple into his mouth, making you gasp loudly.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan, eyes squeezing shut as you finally feel his mouth on you, head spinning at the way his tongue teases over your sensitive nipple before he sucks it into his hot mouth, “Michael, please, need it!” You whine pitifully, rutting yourself down on his thigh. 

He guides you back gently, coaxing you to lay down on his bed as his hands push up under your short skirt once more to quickly pull your panties down, tossing them over his shoulder. “Not Michael, baby, remember?” He asks teasingly, pushing your thighs up and hooking his hands behind your knees. 

He guides your knees up and up until your knees are pressed against your chest, all the while pressing soft kisses to the backs of your thighs as he peers up at you over his gold-rimmed glasses, strands of blond hair resting against his forehead. 

“Please, daddy!” You correct yourself quickly, not wanting to take any chances of him teasing you further. You wiggle your hips in his grasp, making him chuckle lowly as he presses kisses closer and closer to where you want him. Giggling, damn near giddy with the excitement of having his mouth on you, you reach down and gently pull his glasses off and reach up to set them on the small table beside his bed. 

“Shh, you’ll get it,” he promises, breath hot against your slick folds as he uses his thumbs to spread you apart, groaning appreciatively when he sees how wet you are, how your pussy clenches tightly around nothing, “You earned it, my love.” 

The pet name sends you into a tailspin almost as much as the feeling of his warm tongue pressing against your clit does. You let out a long, satisfied moan at the feeling of it, arching your hips up into his mouth. 

His groan of satisfaction vibrates through you, only adding to the sensations of his lips and tongue on your aching center. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles, releasing his hold on one thigh to run two long fingers through your slick, gathering it as he teases your entrance, “It’s been far too long.” He groans, speaking more to your throbbing core than you, the thought sending another zap of pleasure swirling up your spine. 

“It’s been, like, a week!” Your giggle turns into a breathy moan as he kisses your clit, gently suckling it between his lips as he carefully slips two fingers into you, immediately crooking them up against the spot that he knows will drive you wild. 

“Too long,” he grunts into your folds, tongue sweeping over the length of you before he teases it at your clit. “Fuck, if I could eat this sweet little cunt every day, I would.” 

Your eyes roll back in your head and your back arches as he feasts on you, shaking his head back and forth to bury his face further into your heat. He growls into you as he licks into your entrance, removing his fingers for a moment to fuck his tongue into you, savoring your sweet taste while the tip of his nose rubs perfectly over your clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck,” you gasp, body jerking and twitching as pleasure floods through you, the knot in your stomach growing dangerously tight at just a few touches, “D-Daddy, I’m— oh, fuck!” You cry, arching your back as he slips his fingers into you, expertly fucking and curling them against that rough patch within you, making stars dance behind your eyelids. 

“Y’getting close?” Michael murmurs around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and laving his tongue over it before letting it slip from his lips with a wet pop, “S’okay, my love, come on. You don’t need to ask for it, baby girl, you’ve earned it, just come.” He coaxes, slipping a third finger in beside the first two and grinning when he hears you cry out at the added stretch.

You breathe heavily, chest heaving as you pant, wanton whimpers and whines spilling past your lips as your fingers weave into his golden hair. Michael’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling, so pleased with himself that he can make you feel this good, that he can pull these sounds from you that he groans, long and low, into your cunt as he licks and sucks at your folds, flicking his tongue over your swollen bud. 

“Can feel you getting tight, pretty girl,” his lips move against your clit as he speaks, “This sweet cunt wants to milk daddy’s fingers, doesn’t she? Fucking let her, baby, come on.” 

The knot inside your belly implodes on itself as your body loses all sense of rhythm, every muscle contracting and relaxing as waves of pleasure finally wash over you. You can feel your walls pulsing around Michael’s fingers as your high consumes you, a garbled moan of his name leaving your lips as you shake against him. 

He doesn’t let up, digits pressing tightly against the spot inside you as he lewdly spits onto your cunt, loudly slurping it up as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, sucking your still-pulsing bud into his mouth as he does. 

“T-Too much!” You whimper, squirming in his hold as you feel yet another high quickly building within you, “Michael, d-daddy, please!” 

“Hush,” he huffs, speeding up his movements enough to make you squeal as tears spring to your eyes, “You know what I want, baby girl, give it to me, let yourself have it.”

You grunt loudly as another wave consumes you, your eyes tightly squeezing shut when you feel yourself contracting around his thick fingers yet again. You’re so lost within yourself, you barely hear the slick, sloshing sounds emanating from your heat, but you certainly hear the deep, proud moan that Michael lets out, eyes widening as he watches your cunt squirt around his fingers, droplets wetting his wrist and the sheets on his bed. 

You’re practically sobbing by the time he slows his fingers to a stop and gingerly pulls his fingers from you, shushing you gently when you whimper. “What a good girl,” he says softly, noisily licking his fingers clean of the evidence of your release, “Did so good for me, baby.” 

The soft praises help you come back to yourself, brain returning to your body in just enough time to get a glimpse of Michael’s face before he buries it in your neck, a blush creeping across your cheeks from the shine of your release on his lips and chin. 

“Thank you.” You whisper tiredly, eyes slipping shut as he presses kisses to your neck and jaw. 

He laughs softly, leaning on his side next to you, one hand tracing up and down your body as he looks you over. “You wanna keep going or did I wear you out?” 

You keep your eyes shut even as a playful smile slinks across your lips, a small giggle slipping past your lips as you wiggle your hips enticingly, making him chuckle with you. 

The bed shifts suddenly, causing you to peek one eye open. “There she is,” Michael laughs when you open both eyes fully, watching as he quickly pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor to join yours. He stays on his knees as he unbuttons his jeans, giving you plenty of time to take in his pale chest and stomach, covered in a light wash of blond hair that tapers off to a trail, disappearing beneath the denim around his slender waist, “Want my cock, baby?” He asks, leaning back down beside you as he kicks off his jeans and boxers, cock springing out and resting hotly against your thigh. 

Biting your lip, you can’t help but reach down and stroke him gently, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his perfect length. Michael grunts next to you, his head tilting back ever so slightly as he finally feels some stimulation on his cock. The delicate sound makes your heart race, knowing you could bring him such pleasure from such a simple touch. A blush blooms on your cheeks as you gaze up at him through your lashes, eyes wide as you smirk and wiggle your hips enticingly. 

He smiles at you, eyes sweeping over your form admiringly, before finally meeting your eyes, slightly squinting as he looks at you without his glasses. 

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He teases, chuckling as you nod eagerly and tuck your behind your knees, holding your legs up to your chest as your skirt looks around your middle. He leans in and kisses you softly, a certain emotion behind his movements that hasn’t ever been there before. He keeps you close as he moves, never taking his lips off of yours while he maneuvers himself on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs with a pleased exhale. 

Your back arches as you feel him slide his cock between your folds, the head slipping perfectly against your clit. You grasp onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, mewling into his mouth as his hands grab onto the backs of your knees once more, holding you open for him. His lips trail down your jaw and neck, stopping to nip lightly at your skin, before continuing downward to your breasts. He licks and kisses over each one, paying special attention to your nipples and laughing softly at the cacophony of whimpers and whines you make as he teases them with his tongue. 

“I’ve got you,” he sighs, pulling back just enough to grasp his cock, notching the head inside your opening, just enough to make you gasp and squirm, “Y’wanna go dumb on my cock, babygirl?” He says lowly, resting his forehead against yours as he bends down enough to make the muscle in the back of your thigh ache with the stretch. 

“Oh, please!” You breathe, canting your hips up in an attempt to get even just a bit more of his cock into you, “Please, daddy!” 

With a growl, Michael slowly slips inside you, humming deep in his chest as he does, his eyes slipping closed as he savors your tight, wet heat. 

“F-Fuck,” you squeak out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fills you completely, his girth stretching you to the brim, leaving no part of you untouched, “You feel so good!” You whine, eyes fluttering as you try desperately to remain focused on him, never tiring of the expressions he makes when he’s inside you. 

Slowly, he begins thrusting into you, groaning lowly as your fingers grip tighter at his shoulders. His blue eyes roll back in his head, brows furrowing as he slowly speeds up, rocking into you in a perfect motion. 

“Feels so good,” he gasps out, ardently biting and sucking at your neck as he does, angling his hips to make sure the tip of his cock presses against that sensitive spot inside you, “So fucking tight, shit.” 

The two of you move together, his hips smacking against the backs of your thighs as he plunges in and out of you. You can’t help but blush when the wet, squelching sound of your cunt begins drowning out the sharp gasps leaving your lips every time he thrusts back in, the tip of his cock brushing deliciously against the very back of your heat. 

A rumbling laugh sounds in his chest as he hears it too, making you flush somehow deeper as he fixes you with a filthy grin. “Little pussy loves me, huh?” He rasps, groaning at the sight of you trying frantically to answer, your mouth hanging open as useless whines and moans warble past your lips. “She does, hm? Pretty cunt loves daddy’s cock.” 

“Yeah, yeah— fuck!” You mumble, nodding your foggy head as best as you can as you gaze up at him longingly, breasts bouncing along with his thrusts, “L-Love it, daddy, fuck!” 

He moans softly and grinds himself against you, driving you nearly insane as the small thatch of hair above his cock rubs against your clit deliciously. Your arms shoot out, wrapping around his neck tightly and dragging him down to you, needing something to hold onto as your walls clench down hard on his length, every thrust into you making you see stars. 

His hands drop from your knees, arms locking around your neck in turn, pulling you up to him. Your legs lock tightly around his waist, the two of you as pressed together as you can get, your breasts pressed tightly against his chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers hoarsely as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your face back just enough to meet your eyes, “So pretty, so good.” He chokes out, eyes frantically darting between the two of yours, chest heaving as he pants. 

You mewl harshly as his thrusts speed up even more, eyes nearly crossing as the head of his cock pounds perfectly against each sensitive spot inside you at the same time his abdomen grinds against your sensitive, swollen clit. You claw desperately at his back as you feel your walls clench and pulse around his length, well aware you won’t be able to hold on much longer but unable to warn him. 

Fortunately for you, Michael has committed your tells to memory, even in the few short weeks the two of you have been intimate. “Come,” he commands harshly, gasping out the word just as you feel his length beginning to twitch inside you, “Fuck, come love, come.” 

You nod your head wildly, rutting your hips against his as you shiver, your walls growing ever tighter on his length as you hang helplessly over the edge of your high. 

“I fucking love you,” he grunts suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in your neck, mouthing uncontrollably at your neck as he keeps mumbling, “I love you, I love you, I love you so—shit, so fucking much! Fucking come, babygirl, come!” 

Your head spins at his confession, heart hammering wildly in your chest as your high slams into you. You seize under him, shaking and crying as you pulse around his length, tears leaking into your hairline while you moan loudly, hips rutting wildly against him as you pull him somehow closer with your legs around his waist. 

In the back of your mind, you hear him grunting harshly into your ear, squeezing the life out of you while he trembles, thrusting harshly into you one, two, three more times before stilling, hard cock pulsing wildly as he empties into you, flooding your walls with his warm spend. 

Both of you pant harshly, a shiny sheen of sweat covering you. After a moment, you finally relax and your legs slip from around his waist, flopping lazily onto his bed. 

You let out a breathy laugh as you look over him, his head still resting against your chest. His blond hair is messy, sticking up in all sorts of ways from where you’d run your fingers through it. Slowly, he relaxes against you too, slumping against you as he sighs tiredly, eventually matching your own spent laugh. Yours eyes slip closed after a moment and you let out a relaxed hum when you feel him tracing shapes onto your shoulder. 

“I love you too.” 

You giggle when his head instantly shoots up, tired eyes immediately meeting yours as he squints, “Y-You do?” The shock on his face is clear and he blushes so heavily the pink color extends all the way to the tops of his ears. 

“For someone so smart you can be really dense,” you laugh, grinning as he sheepishly smiles at you, “How could I not?”

“Say it again,” he asks softly, a clear need in his eyes, “Please.” 

“I love you, Michael Gavey.” You murmur, pushing a strand of hair off of his forehead. 

He preens momentarily, shoulders seeming to square off with a newfound confidence before a familiar smirk lights upon his face. “No need to be so formal about it, love,” he quips, slowly pulling his softening length from your soaked core, shushing you sweetly as he does, “Daddy will do just fine.” 

You roll your eyes with a laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “I’m trying to be sweet and you’re being an ass as usual!” 

He snickers softly, biting his lip with a groan when he leans back to watch his cum slowly leak from you. “Well, lucky I’m your ass.” He smirks, laying beside you as he rests his head on his pillow. 

“Oh, so you’re mine now?” You ask blithely, skimming a finger down one of his long arms. 

“Mhm,” he hums, surprising you by lifting one of your thighs; you whine when his fingers connect with your center once again, gingerly gathering his cum leaking from you before pressing it back in slowly, working it into you with a smirk, “And you’re all mine, gotta make sure to claim you properly.” 

You shudder at his words, biting your lip as you feel a familiar fog invading your mind once again. You don’t bother protesting, not even attempting to make a quick quip as you lean in and kiss him softly. A hot hand against your cheek makes you pull back, smirking when your eyes finally focus on his fingers, still shining with your combined juices. 

“Jesus,” he breathes as he watches you take his fingers into your mouth, your own hands holding him steady at his forearm as you greedily suck at his fingers, “I fucking love you.” 

“I love you too,” you giggle, finally pulling off his fingers with a soft pop, letting his hand rest against your waist as the two of you lie contently together on his bed, facing each other. 

You see his eyelids begin to droop tiredly, a small sigh leaving his lips as he relaxes, “You know, you do have to actually help me study later.” You point out, laughing as he groans sleepily. 

“Only if it ends with you on my cock.” He mumbles, pulling him closer to you as his breathing begins to even out. 

“Like it hasn’t ended that way every time before?” You jokingly question as you let your eyes trace over his features, taking in his strong nose and jaw, smiling at the way his lips are still quirked up at the edges. Eventually, your eyes begin to droop too and you snuggle into him, breathing in his familiar scent as you drift off, something woodsy yet bookish, mixed with something that’s entirely Michael.

Your Michael.

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This anon know what is good, i guess i never make a ask so i'm doing now. Can u do that concept with any character (and mc of course) , may a hybrid? Idk, sorry if is confuse, a lil nsfw maybe?

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: cat!6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: fluff!!!! fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! also modern au!

notes: wanted to take a break from writing smut and take inspiration from my own fluffy bby for this one. also @junerixi , simping for only one☝️anemo boy is an illness. i hope you recover soon😚 honkai:star rail ver can be read here!

art by Mechodes on twt

oh gods

a menace

a complete menace i say

you know that thing cats do? when they just keep a direct eye contact with you as their little fluffy paw slowly pushes your potted plant or a cup full of drink to the edge of the table while you watch hopelessly bc your hands are dirty or busy doing smt?

yeah, it’s the 5th time the flower shop owner is seeing you this week and your wallet is crying

it’s almost as if you two were sworn enemies in your past life and scaranya is out for blood

doesn’t have that much of a zoomie episodes but when he does oh boy

you better retreat into a safe place but even then you’re not safe from scaranya’s terrifying zoomie powers

he’s literally running and jumping around everywhere

the table, on top of the fridge, the curtains, on top of the washing machine, your little bookshelf - everywhere

scaranya is such a little shit (affectionately)

his preferred way of waking you up is faking puking noises and when you throw your covers off and literally zoom into the living room, he gives you a look as if saying “finally awake, you silly human slave”

sometimes he even jumps on top of your chest harshly but that’s only used if you’re oversleeping with your alarm clock snoozed for the past 20 minutes and you’re running late to work

despises baths with a burning passion

if you’re taking him anywhere a large body of water is, he’s trashing around, kicking, hissing, biting, scratching - the whole pack

after a successful bathing time, with added new scratch marks on yourself, he would not approach you until you fall asleep

after you have fell asleep, he would quietly approach your sleeping figure and give small, shy licks to the angry red scratches he caused as if apologizing for being so aggressive

hates rainy days too, especially the ones with thunder and lightning

jumps up 5 ft into the air if a thunder strikes and runs into your lap, shaking small body curling into himself with all of his cockiness and pride out the window

scaranya appreciates you greatly but he’s just a bit too bad at communicating and so he shows his affection by lapping up the scratches he gave you

“scaranya, aren’t you gonna go out to the back garden and play with the rest? it’s nice outside today”

hmph! what do you mean by play with the rest of the cats? he’s a royal! he’s superior! scaranya has never heard of such bullshit befor- oh! a bird! must. catch!

scaranya and miao gets into fights sometimes and whenever you separate them, scaranya goes to sulk in the corner of the house silently

until you go over to him with a sigh and pick him up gently, he doesn’t even resist - just choosing to simply curl his tail around your wrist

a solid 9/10 kitty if he would just stop being a tsundere

art by Mechodes on twt

miao acts more like a guard dog than a cat sometimes

the smallest out of all the kitties yet also the strongest one. honestly the sheer amount of times miao has taken down a wild dog 10 times his size just keeps giving you more and more heart attack

doesn’t get zoomies, if anything he stops the other kitties’ zoomies if they go a bit too far - which most of the times escalate into scaranya and miao fighting

cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting

a sweet baby

miao’s preferred way of waking you up is to silently sit on your side of the bed and stare until you get that feeling of being watched and wake up to 2 piercing yellow eyes just staring holes into your soul

yes, you have yelled and fell off of your bed many times due to that

you found little miao at a dark alleyway, covered in blood and barely on the brink of death with his tiny paws twitching constantly

grew up malnourished on the streets with his 4 siblings dying out one by one, so due to that miao’s body is very small and he’s extremely territorial with you - his one and only sweet human

always leaves his scent on you by rubbing his head around your ankles

miao is indifferent when it comes to taking a bath, unlike scaranya, and he can be very obedient as well

when rubbing soap into his legs and washing his paws he would stretch out his limbs to make it easier for you to wash him - anything to lessen the load of his favorite human

he also seems to like your co-worker, zhongli a lot

one time you came home with zhongli due to a deadline of a great project coming closer and upon seeing him, miao immediately jumped into his lap, purring lowly, rubbing his head on zhongli’s hand

yes your heart broke at the betrayal and yes miao apologized with a dead rat in his mouth

but if it’s any other guests you’re bringing home, then miao would either get on top of the fridge and simply watch or hiss at the guest

oddly likes being in high places

one time, you made him a small necklace-collar thingy out of a few pearls and he wears that with pride, chest puffed out (a replica of his necklace)

loves sleeping on the lower parts of your bed at night. it’s soft, fluffy and he can keep an eye on you and keep you safe so it’s a win-win in miao’s book

“miao-miao, do you wanna come with me to the back garden to pick up the tomatoes?”

before you can even finish your question he’s already at the back door, staring at you expectantly with his tail thumping slowly against the floorboards

thanks to miao and kazunya your house will never get any bugs, roaches or mouses inside

if feeling incredibly vulnerable and soft, miao paws at your arm to ask for pets bc he just needs the comfort of his favorite human

literally a 9/10 kitty if he would just change his way of waking you up

art by ayon🌿 on twt

heinya is another little shit (affectionately)

he likes to cause trouble and drama here and there

also really enjoys spilling tea to you

it doesn’t matter if you’re waking up and is still groggy or just coming in through the front door, back from work - heinya is spilling all the drama of the shows he watched on the tv while you were away or the different birds he saw through the window - meowing away at you excitedly

another helpful hand

if you’re coming back from grocery shopping then heinya can take some of the smallest and lightest bagged things and dragging them to the kitchen alongside miao, kazunya and nyaether

heinya’s preferred way of waking you up is to make biscuits - you know that cute thing cats do with their paws squishing at their favorite spot over and over - on your stomach or lower back or! he just meows besides your ear over and over until you eventually wake up

the perfect alarm - heinya

he’s such a sweet baby

and heinya really likes watching real life crime documentaries for some reason

at first when you found this out, you couldn’t help but think heinya is going to murder you in your sleep but soon you realized he just loves crime related things

and bc he like crime related things, you bought heinya a cute spy glass shaped squeaky toy

when getting the zoomies, heinya decides to bite and kick at the spy glass shaped squeaky toy - making the toy let out squeaks at every little kick

heinya enjoys spending time outdoors, sniffing at the different scents wafting in the air, tracking down all different sorts of footsteps and paw marks with great interest - you sometimes wonder if heinya was a detective in his past life

loves to bring you all sorts of interesting things he found - an old ripped part of a newspaper article, a weirdly shaped leaf, a flower he has never seen before, a half bitten chicken still warm - wait where’d he get this?

loves to sleep using your hand as a pillow my cat does that to me so rip bc you have been captured by the amazing detective heinya and you won’t be moving for hours on end, let’s hope you had a nice snack and a toilet break beforehand

chose to wear the smooth, black satin you tied around his neck as a collar - either bc he loves to wear soft things or he just loves it bc you gave it to him

heinya is an incredibly affectionate kitty, always meowing for you for pets, cuddles and perhaps his favorite soft wet food? he’s been really good!

doesn’t really mind taking baths as well, if anything he uses this opportunity to shake bubbles everywhere!

for some reason, also loves to groom your hand. maybe it’s just something your kitties all share?

overall another solid 9/10 kitty, if you don’t mind being splashed with water and bubbles while bathing him

art by @bbadtime on tumblr

kazunya, me beloved

literally an angel, how could you ever be mad at him even as he took a whole bite out of your potted plants’ leaf?

another kitty that loves staying in high places like miao and stay outdoors like heinya

joins miao on his duty to cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting from time to time

a lazy, sweetheart of a cat that loves to sleep on warm places and the sunlight - you literally had to buy a window sling just for him to nap under the sunlight

another helpful hand!

will drag the lightest and smallest bagged things to the kitchen whenever you come back from grocery shopping - more so if it’s cat food

isn’t a picky eater but sometimes, just sometimes, prefers food with fish in it’s ingredients

kazunya is mostly tasked to wake you up by the other kitties bc he’s the sweetest

wakes you up by purring and snuggling with your face, neck, hands - anything just you in general

soon enough, the small fluff purring and cuddling you wakes you up and as a reward for waking up, kazunya gives you a small kiss - a lick to the tip of your nose - making you laugh

doesn’t meow a lot, only when he has to or if it’s an emergency such as the litter boxes not being cleaned, the food trays being empty etc

always gives you a kazunya kiss as a thank you

a gentle baby, even to the guests

whenever a guest comes over to your house, they always gush about the cute white cat with a small red streak in his fur

kazunya doesn’t get zoomies. even if he does it’s rare like only once a week

always grooms himself to keep himself clean, not to mention his white fur sparkling as well

surprisingly enjoys bath times, would even suggest you to bathe him by tugging on your sleeve then pointing to the bathroom with his fluffy paw!

however there’s just one thing that kazunya does that makes you shiver

it’s that he always, always! brings you dead animals or bugs. birds, rats, mouses, cockroaches, crickets - anything that he managed to hunt - he brings over to you with his tail swishing happily behind him

it’s considered a gift in cat language, you know that! but it’s just a bit dirty especially if he brings over different bugs. the rats, mouses and birds you can handle but the bugs brrr

one time, kazunya proudly brought you a dead wolf spider as you held back a tear and a screech, deciding to take his gift with a forced smile

you never recovered from that

a 10/10 kitty if he would just stop bringing you dead spide - kazunya is that a mf dead tarantula in your mouth?

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

another best kitty!

a sweet kitty that never complains!

helpful, never complains, never picky with his food - a literal angel

however sometimes nyaeather disappears randomly, coming back after a day or so

he always seems to be searching for something - his twin - you soon found out, by registering him and getting his pet password

and so you decided to help him reunite with his twin by putting up posters, articles, news on the internet, tv, radio - anything to make nyaether happy

after a whole half year of dedication and endless search, nyaether’s twin was finally found!

turns out the person who adopted nyaether’s twin was your co-worker, dainsleif, the quiet and mysterious tall man

after talking to him about the situation of the twin kitties, you both have come to an agreement to let the kitties have a play date once a week

when the day of the first play date has arrived an someone knocked on your door, your kitties gave you a confused look

upon taking nyaether in your arms, you walked over to the front door before unlocking it and letting dainsleif inside. as the blond man placed down the catbag and opened it, from inside stepped out a cute, similarly blonde furred kitty with a baby blue colored collar

upon seeing the kitty, nyaether jumped out of your arms and tackled his twin. cuddling her and licking at her face with a teary eyes - you and your co-worker dainsleif couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable situation

since then nyaether had made a silent oath to always be beside you and be your best kitty! you have done a lot for him by helping him reunite with his twin - nyumine - so he would do anything in his power to lessen your load!

nyaether’s preferred way of waking you up is by giving a gentle meow beside your ear and give your cheek three kisses - repeat the process on the other side until you eventually giggle and wake up

another kitty that doesn’t mind taking baths! however he just prefers the water to have a bit of bubbles to soothe his nerves

likes to sleep in your arms since he has separation anxiety like scaranya - due to the incident with his twin

“nyaether, keep the others in check okay? i’m going out on a quick grocery shopping!”

“myaaa!”

such a sweet baby🥹

his meows are higher pitched and not full “meow” like kazunya or miao’s instead it’s a short “myaa!”

a solid 11/10 kitty. highly recommend, get yourself a nyaether today!

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

a little shit AND a menace (affectionately)

very hyper too! sometimes you wonder if nyenti has ADHD but in cat version

it’s like he’s always in his zoomie mode as if to make up for having 2 kitties that barely has zoomies - which are miao and kazunya

his affectionate attitude doesn’t help as well

twirling, rubbing himself on your lap, hand, bageling his way around you - he’s always sticking close to you 24/7

one time as nyenti was rubbing himself on your hand while you were working on your computer for an important document, he tripped and fell on your keyboard - deleting your entire progress of work with a “myeeew!”

yes, you cried that night

unlike heinya, nyenti doesn’t really enjoy being outdoors - he just prefers to stay on your lap, lazily bathing in the sun - as he sometimes meows with heinya about some dramas

another kitty that loves to spill the tea to you

him and heinya meows your ears off with the things they have seen, watched, witnessed and heard - sometimes even adding some dirt on the other kitties such as kazunya eating leaves from your potted plants, scaranya sleeping on your hoodie bc he missed you, miao destroying the pantry during his duty to cleanse the land etc etc etc

nyenti’s preferred way of waking you up is to play with your hair. whether it be grooming at your hair, playing with them, tugging on the ends gently - it doesn’t matter which form - as long as nyenti wakes you up, that’s all

he also doesn’t do much hunting either, preferring to watch from the sidelines as the others chase some bugs and small animals they found

for some odd reason nyenti likes you to put flowers on top of his head or a flower shaped charms as a collar - his most favorite and preferred one being the white lily

cut the flower's bud and place it on top of nyenti upside down like it's a cone hat and nyenti would give you the biggest, affectionate "myew!" while rolling around on the ground, showing you his tummy

a sweet kitty if he would just stop being a little zoomie induced shit

nyenti is another kitty that hates taking baths

doesn't react as aggressive as scaranya but he likes to yell his defiance a lot and i mean a lot

overall, a solid 8.5/10 kitty if he would just stop meowing loudly in your ears everytime you take him for a bathtime, making you more and more deaf

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[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] the corsican heat causes very particular problems for charles. part of the hot monaco nights series.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), a lil hint of plot, use of explicit language, fingering, brief p in v, mention of oral (f!receiving), google-translated french (i cannot be stopped), we're pretending charles can legally drive a boat this size, em dashes, time is a social construct

a/n: you guys wanted to know what happened in corsica, so here's the start to that story. also giant mega jumbo thank you to @lecrep for help with a wonderful plot point which i will not spoil—hehe! enjoy, bbys! xx

You weren’t sure what Charles had to promise Pascale to get you two alone, but somehow he managed it.

It was the summer break of the ‘22 season, and you’d been dating a sweet six months since he’d first kissed you as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s.  It had been a small enough party, about thirty or so close friends and their partners—even a few kiddos, to boot.  What neither of you knew that night was that half of your shared friends had been scheming to get you two together; despite excuse after excuse about why one of you couldn’t go on a date, finally they’d been able to get the two of you in the same room.

Now, months later, you couldn’t imagine life any differently.  It made you think of the future, about forever…

No, you stopped yourself when you found yourself daydreaming, forcing yourself to stay in the moment.  You didn’t want to put too much pressure on it, put too many expectations on what was awaiting on the other side of that question.  It made everything easier, lighter.

Charles, on the other hand, was head-over-fucking-heels for you.  He’d always been a romantic, but something about you—the way you touched him, the way you looked at him, the way you kissed…he found himself easily thinking of his future with you, and he didn’t try to stop himself.

Granted, the way you looked in your sundress as you boarded the boat for a day along the Cosican coast, how could he think of anything but you?  The white cotton fabric against your new tan, the short skirt skimming over the tops of your thighs in the most tantalizing way.  Thoughts of the dress rucked up around your waist with his head between your legs and hands palming your perfect breasts under what remained of your dress filled his head, eyes glazing over and cock stirring in his trunks.  You were trying to kill him, he concluded, and he was as good as dead.

What you had underneath didn’t help anything either.  Once he’d gotten you both out to a private little cove and he’d dove into the water to escape the heat of the late morning sun, you decided that it was time to lay out for the afternoon; your master's program had kept you busy enough over the past couple months that you still felt all-too-pale even with your newly-acquired tan.  (Not to mention, you swore he kept you up half the night with the way he would pull your hips flush with his own and plant soft, searing kisses on the bare skin of your shoulders and back—you needed the rest.)

Peeling the white sundress over your head and discarding it on one of the padded benches, you’re left in a baby blue string bikini that he swore got even tinier since he’d seen you prancing around inside the villa before you’d left for the marina.  Face half submerged, Charles’s hazel eyes watched you like a predator watched its prey as you laid out on one of the cushions on the bow’s sun deck with a book in hand and sunglasses perched on your nose.

He grumbled to himself in broken French as his mind swam and blood rushed from his head to the appendage between his legs.  He’d been practically insatiable the past few days, his hands always finding a bare strip of scorching skin where he could get ahold of you before his lips and pouty eyes could take care of the rest.

Thirty minutes passed like that, the Monégasque puttering around in the water before he finally gave in to the siren call.

Padding up the steps from the teak swim deck at the stern of the boat, you could hear as he stalked his way to you, but you kept reading regardless.  That was, until you felt a pair of lips pressed to the small of your back, just above the waistband of the aforementioned bikini.  It drew a hiss from your lips and a slight jolt as you felt Charles’s cool wet skin press against your legs and his hair dripped onto your mid-back. You whined his name, setting your book face down.

“Oui, chérie?,” he asked in a low voice as he continued pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses up your spine until he was at the juncture between your neck and shoulders.

“Baby you’re cold,” you tried to explain as he sucked a mark into the delicate skin of your neck, your head sagging down and away as you bared your neck for him, “and you’re wet.”

He hummed into your skin, and you could feel the smirk at his lips as the cushion dipped beside one of your hips.  You turned onto your side as one of his hands wove itself into the hair just behind your ear, and his lips found yours again as they always seemed to do.  But this wasn’t a tame peck, an innocent little kiss—there was heat and tongue and your head was sent spinning off into the abyss as you felt your tummy do that telltale flip while your eyelids felt ten thousand pounds too heavy.

“You are too, ma belle,” Charles teased in a low voice, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide.

Again, a pitiful sound slipped from the back of your throat as his head dipped down to find your neck once more and one of his hands slipped under one of the side ties of your bikini bottoms.  “That’s beside the point,” you tried to rebut before he kissed you again, this time pulling the tie undone completely.  Oh, how he enjoyed silencing an argument like that…(Meanwhile, you thought it was playing dirty, but you’d allow it—for the storyline of it all, at least…no other reason—absolutely none…)

“Je peux vous aider avec ça,” he hummed in your ear before pulling your earlobe between his teeth, the deft hand on your hip ghosting over the skin of your inner thighs and causing your breath to catch in your throat.  “Permettez-moi…”

The honeyed words were like a magical salve to all that ails you, to all the remaining doubts that his kisses hadn’t cured from your mind; you hadn’t had much restraint before, but whatever iota you had remaining was sapped the moment his lust-lidded eyes met your own.

You nodded your head, and that was all the bastard needed as he smirked like the cat that had just gotten away with eating the canary. “So stubborn,” he chided playfully as he pulled one of your legs over his hip and the two of you settled into the cushions in full light of the blue skies above. Thankfully, he didn’t tease you too much as he took to sliding his calloused fingers over the damp velvet of your folds, drawing a soft whine from you like a confectioner pulling taffy in the window of one of the boutique shops you’d seen in Ajaccio.

Your eyes closed once more, head finding the crook of your partner’s neck as he drew the pad of his middle fingers in lazy circles around your pearl and the searing heat of his mouth found yours again.  He swallowed every little sound you gave him when he finally sunk two thick fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them against that spongy spot deep inside you.  Stars burst behind your eyes at the sensation and your hips bucked in search of more and more and more.

“Charles—,” you whimpered his name pitifully, brows knit together as you concentrated on that tight burning coil in the pit of your tummy that pulled tighter with each stroke of his digits against the velvet heat of your walls.

“Such a good girl f’me, mon ange,” he praised quietly as your hips canted in time with the movement of his fingers and soft sounds of your pleasure melted into the water that lapped at the side of the boat.  You weren’t going to last long like this, not with how sensitive he’d made you from his voracious desire to have you falling apart for him every moment he had just enough privacy to do so.

“Gonna—fuck-I–,” you stammered as your thighs clamped around his hand and your body tensed around him like a rubber band pulled taut.  Your eyes rolled back and strands of sweat-curled hair stuck to your forehead and nape, your mouth falling open in silent screams of pleasure.  Something snapped in the depths of your core, legs quivering while warmth washed over all of you and your toes curled against the back of his calf.

“Tellement belle,” he cooed as he nursed you down from your high with slow, feather-light strokes over your swollen bud, “I’ve got you, chérie.”

Slowly, as you came back to earth from your climax, you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled in you once more, the wet heat of his mouth meeting your own as you tasted the salt of yourself on his tongue.

Pushing him away so you could catch the breath he’d stolen from your chest, you rolled onto your back as your shoulder ached from how you’d held yourself against him.  With an arm over your eyes, you could feel the smoldering embers in your belly reignite—you needed more.

“You’re evil, you know that?,” you teasingly mocked as he pulled your half-undone bottoms off your other leg. Charles wasn’t done with you yet, and you had a few ideas of your own now.

“I think I can live with that,” he shrugged smugly as he sat between your legs, trunks pulled down just enough to free his aching cock.  Stroking himself one, two, three times, he smeared the precum over his length before sinking into your depths with a hiss and a slew of French curses that always managed to go straight to your pussy.

Within only a few thrusts, though, he was stalling and readjusting.

“What’s wro—oh!,” you yelped in surprise as he lifted you then, first onto his knees and then onto his feet before taking you to the side of the boat and perching you onto the railing. You could hear the warning bells in your mind start to ring, but you still felt like a pile of jelly from your first orgasm to the point that you weren’t in much of a place to argue. Still, Charles could see the hesitancy in your eyes, feel it in the way that you clung to him.

“Je t’ai, je t’ai,” he reassured with a strong hand on your hip and another guiding one of your arms around his neck.  You nodded, trusting he had tight enough hold of you.

But oh how that trust was misplaced…

The angle from which he drove into you was almost too good to be true—if you’d have been standing, your knees would’ve buckled at the very sensation.  And given the choked groans in your ear, you knew the Monégasque felt the same way, too.

You closed your eyes for just a moment and then suddenly you were plunged into a dim coldness that enveloped your entire form, a stark contrast from the simmering heat of your boyfriend’s body.  Thankfully, your instincts reacted faster than your conscious mind, and you emerged at the surface after only a moment under the waves.

Just as your head broke the surface, a large splash came down just next to you before familiar hands were finding your skin—first at your ankle…then your opposite calf…then your hips and small of your back.

This dumb motherfucker lost his grip amongst the sweat and sunscreen and slick of you and sent you over the side of the boat into the crystalline waters below.  It was only a seven-foot or so drop, but still, the point stood: he did not, in fact, have you.

A shocked and incredulous look took over Charles's face as he sputtered and stammered, trying to think of something—anything—to say that would make sense of this disaster of a sexcapade.

You, on the other hand, simply laughed.  You were fine—shocked, no doubt, but fine nonetheless.

“You’re so fucked,” you laughed as you wrapped yourself around him once more as you knew there was no meaningful way he could drop you now—you were not making the same mistake twice.

“Je suis foutu vraiment désolé, chérie—I-I thought-I,” he stammered, still falling over himself to try and explain the whole thing before you took his flustered face in your hands and pressed your lips together to shut him up once and for all.

“I’m fine, baby—I’m okay,” you soothed, resting your forehead against his.  You could feel his heart pounding in his chest pressed to your own.  Slowly, he seemed to come back into his body, into his coherent thoughts as the fear and adrenaline of the whole snafu began to fade.

“However,” you started, leaning back from the man, “I will expect some heavy groveling tonight.” You smirked, a slight mischievous twinkle in your eye.

“‘Groveling’?,” he asked in confusion, “I do not kno—”

“Ne t'inquiète pas,” you teased with a knowing grin, “you’ll figure it out, baby.”

And figure it out he did as you came for the third time that night, pushing his head away from your oversensitive cunt as a chuckle rumbled through his chest and over your sweat-slicked skin.  You were scrabbling away over sheets now damp with your sweat and release, whine caught in your throat as Charles tangled a hand in your hair at the nape of your neck to pull your mouth to his own in an absolutely fucking filthy kiss that had your rubbing your thighs together like a damn cricket.

“Charlie,” you whimpered as his hand pried your thighs apart once more with your chest still heaving from your last orgasm.

“I thought you wanted me to grovel, mon cœur,” he snarked as his teeth worried into that same spot between your neck and shoulder as before, tongue soothing over the blossoming mark before he ducked his head further down.  You keened for him petulantly, hips bucking momentarily as his plush lips wrapped around a taut nipple.

Still, he looked up at you as he released your nipple with a wet pop, and his hazel eyes met yours in earnest.  “Do you want me to stop, chérie—enough for tonight?,” he asked, knuckles gently brushing over your cheek and pushing your now-dampened hair away from your face.  You could feel his cock, hot and heavy against your sensitive thighs, and you would’ve had the dignity to blush if it hadn’t been for the fact that you’d probably let him do just about anything he wanted to do to you.

“No, I just—,” you started pitifully before a sharp cry of surprise left your lips as he tugged you firmly by the ankles closer to him once more.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet, minette,” he half-groaned with that stupid fucking smirk on his lips while pressing against your quivering entrance before he bottomed out in a single press of his hips that made your eyes roll like a pair of marbles on a tile floor.

You were so incredibly fucked. Literally and figuratively.

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[xxmaddyxx]

Poking your stomach rolls mha edition!

haikyuu editions on my masterlist :) contents - literally just mha bbys poking your stomach bcs its adorable

baby boy bakugou first ofc

so you guys decided to have a movie night at his dorm bcs it had been a long week of school

you were in the kitchen making popcorn when you heard him come up behind you

he wrapped his arms around our waist and grumbled "how much longer"

"about 2 minutes"

he grumbled again and buried his face in the crook of your neck

"impatient much?" you smiled

"just leave it i wanna go watch the movie"

you softly scratched his head which was still on your shoulder

"babes im sure you can last 2 more minutes"

"i wanna cuddle though..." he whispers

"why are we whispering?" you looked at him

"i don't want them to hear" as your friends were in the common room

"ohh mkay then"

his hands found their way under your sweatshirt and he softly squished your plushiness

"whacha doin there"

"i really like this little squish, it's cute" he whispered again

"thanks :) oh the popcorn's done!"

"good" he then picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist with the popcorn in your hand

and ofc mina saw you from the common room, took a picture of you guys and sent it to you later

alrighty bby sero's time to shine

he texted you asking you to come to his dorm

mind you it was like 2 am but whatever

but after some convincing you grabbed a pillow and made your way to his dorm

you opened the door and saw his figure on the bed, literally posing

"what could you possible need at 2 am babe" you rubbed your eyes and closed the door

he shot his tape at you and pulled you onto the bed causing you to yelp a lil bit

"what was that forrr" you whined

"you look so cute in your pj's i couldn't help myself" he wrapped his arms around you and squished your stomach

"will you stop it" you said, already half asleep

"what, your tummy's so cute" he pouted

"fine. just let me sleep please" you kissed his nose

he sighed dramatically, "i guessss, but i'm using your stomach as a pillow"

"mhm now shush"

oml i love him

last but defo not least, bby shoto

honestly your tummy is literally his favorite part about you

and your thighs ofc he just seems like a thigh guy ngl

ANYWAY

okok hear me out-

you guys went to the gym kinda early so there was literally no one there

you did not wanna get up but he promised you a breakfast date and ofc that worked

and you're doing like the tricep dip things and he's holding your waist like spotting you yk

and when your arms finally gave, he wrapped his entire arms around you and put you down

"see it wasn't that bad" he said as he pressed a kiss to your head

"i can't feel my arms" you let your arms go limb to show him

"baby, just think of the amazing food you'll get later" he said as he went to get more weights

you sat down on the bench and a lil roll was poppin yk

he turned around and looked lovingly at your figure

"babe i'm seeing a booty pump"

you looked at him like an idiot "we haven't done any butt exercises shoto"

"well it's lookin good then" he sat next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder

he wrapped his arm around your frame and grabbed your rolls like a stress ball

my heart

"can we gooo pleasseee"

"y/n we've been here for 10 minutes"

"and?"

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[abbysdruidess]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ how abby proposes to you-modern au ♥

wc: 1k

warnings: modern au, marriage proposal, allusions to sex, general fluffy fluff, abby is a lil softie

❦ ok so how did it happen? I imagine you two had been together for a looong time, staying together throughout college and whatnot<3 and let me just say, abby adores you. You're her ray of sunshine, what keeps her up and going most days, she'd travel to hell and back just for you, only for you. Your love is impossible to comprehend, since it is not of physical substance, but you're surrounded by it every day.

❦ it's no wonder then that she wants to marry you sooo badly🥺the lil softie waited until you two settled down a bit, found steady jobs and got your dreamhouse all set up. And so, she stumbles randomly one day on an ad for wedding rings and she's like fuck- because she always daydreamed about the big day, but she never considered it for real since both of you were in college

❦ but now it could not exist merely as a fantasy. And so, she goes on the hunt for a ring that is so very distinctly you-she probably gets your birthstone on it, and engraves your initials on the inside. bby is corny like that<3

❦ of course, she is not used to grand, poetic gestures of love, but she would be damned if she didn't try for you. She wanted to make the proposal an event to remember, so she takes you to a place that means a lot to the both of you-she decided on a small secluded beach that you guys had a lot of date nights together(and lots of fun nights in general ifkyim;))

❦ she packs a picnic basket full of some rosé champagne, a couple of bruschette and a strawberry trifle (your fave<3). She decides to do it in the anniversary of when you guys met, so a special lil event wont seem so meticulously planned

❦ so she drives you both to the beach, as she admires you from the passenger's seat-dressed to the nines, wearing a small dress that accentuates your curves while look at her beaming, eyes gleaming with adoration as you cup her hand over the gear shift<3

❦ once you arrive, you both set off for the little patch of shore, secluded from the world due to the large bushes and uncut grass that separates it from the rest of the world

❦ she sets down a white blanket and motions you to sit with her. You two sit back as you recount previous events from your relationship, gazing at the sunset and enjoying the food.

❦ "you remember that one time when we got drunk at the karaoke bar and did Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing?" "Oh my God, Abby-"

❦ eventually, the sun starts to settle for good, and abby gives you that little smile that goes :] while subconsciously feeling the little box up her cargo's pocket.

❦ to give credit where it is due, she did actually prepare a small speech in the days coming up to today, but once she is there, with you, the pink sky casting a gentle glow over you all of it goes out the fucking window. So it ends up coming off a liiittle unprepared.

❦ "Sweetheart, you know how much you mean to me right? You... you make me want to become a better person everyday. And... I know we're still a little young, but... I know I wanna be with you always."

❦ she starts fumbling for you hand, and you feel her sweaty, clammy palm reaching out while the other hand reaches in her pocket

❦ of course, you know where this is going, and you let out an involuntary squeal. Without her having made the actual proposal, you jump in her lap and start peppering her face with soft, soft smooches, while mumbling yes, yes abby I would love to more than anything.

❦ the box ends up falling next to her on the blanket, while she lies on it dragging you down with her. You end up shedding all of your clothes for some late afternoon delight with you now fiancé-and soon to be wife:))- in the spot you've been so many times with her, a deep celebration and confirmation of your love settling in

❦ afterwards, once you two lie down together snuggling, she slides the ring in your pointer finger while giving it a little kiss, as if sealing it in.

❦ the next day she calls her dad to announce that you said yes!!and of course he is over the moon for her, deeply content that his daughter found a person she wants to devote herself to and who loves her with her whole heart<3

❦ of course, you two have a load of preparations to make-you have to book the venue, decide on the guests, what to wear, the food and soo many other things that will be settled eventually-you know that with Abby on your side, these things will go over easily and you will both adore your final choices❤

#abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x reader #the last of us 2 #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you

[sluttywoozi]

All Through The Night || csc x fem!reader

title from Lean On Me

Summary: You've been working too hard and sleeping too little, an unfortunate habit of yours. Not to worry, Seungcheol has a way of getting you to sleep.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 4.5k

Content warnings: SOFTDOM BOYFIE!CHEOL, porn with a modicum of plot, friends to lovers but i didn't show that here bc i didn't feel like it sorryyyyyyy, he's in love with you (i feel like y'all know what you're getting into by now, he's always gonna be in love w u in my fics), reader goes into subspace a lil, reader gets a lil teary eyed, oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, big dick cheol, creampie, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl), one spank, throat holding, manhandling (gently), UTI mention

tagging: @confusedbansheee (u ask for cheol so i give u cheol) @lenireads @junhui-recs (gonna work on jun for u next bby) @burningupp-replies @heeseung-lover686 @favehoshiposts (i love you too!!!!)

Seungcheol eyes your shaking fingers and baggy under eyes with displeasure. He’s already asked you when you slept last and you said ‘yesterday, I think.’ 

You think. 

The bright blue glow of your laptop illuminates the lip bitten between your teeth and worried furrow between your brows, and Seungcheol doesn’t think he can take it. 

He knows you haven’t slept well in days. 

He knows you don’t want to worry him. 

He also knows there’s one sure fire way to get you to sleep. 

But if he’s too obvious, you’ll resist, not wanting to give in to the help he’s desperate to give you.

So, he’ll have to be smart about this, take it slow. 

“Baby, come over here?” Seungcheol calls softly from the bed. 

You glance over, eyes softening when you see the look on his face, before you shake your head and say, “I just need to finish this, they need it by next week.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, next week, you have plenty of time. Just come lay down with me for a second, I miss you,” he adds in a bit of a whine and a pout for good measure. 

He sees your shoulders bunch up next to your ears before they relax with a sigh, and you push away from the desk with heavy limbs. 

Your steps seem leaden as you stumble towards the bed, legs shaking like a little baby deer, and Seungcheol rises from his lounging position to pull you between his knees. 

He smooths his hands from your hips up to your shoulders, digging his fingers in a little to get at the knots that always plague you after sitting at the desk for hours. 

Working your trapezius between thumbs and pointer fingers, he lets his eyes wander over your face. Your eyelids have fallen closed, body swaying slightly in his grip, and he aches at the tired set of your mouth and the pinch of your brows. 

It was hard enough to see you like this when you were just friends, when there wasn’t anything he could do to make you listen to him.

Now that you’re together, it’s worse, because he knows he can fix it but he doesn’t know if you’ll let him. 

So for now, Seungcheol just runs his hands from your shoulders to your hips, stopping for a quick squeeze, and continues onto your thighs. He pulls you closer, pressing his face into your tummy and grumbling softly because he knows you like how it feels. 

When your body loses some of its tension and more of your weight rests on him, he knows he’s got you. 

Seungcheol doesn’t want to move too fast though, knows you take some coaxing, so he leaves his face in your belly and starts kneading your thighs.

He’s always loved how they feel under his hands, plush and soft and warm, and he loves even more how they feel under his mouth. 

He can feel you getting sleepier, and knows he needs to act soon if he’s going to act at all.

He wouldn’t care if you did just want to go to bed, he’d never pressure you or expect you to let him do this, but he knows it’s the only way to get you to fall asleep and stay asleep. 

Seungcheol’s not sure if you’ll be up for it, tired and stubborn as you are, but it’s worth a try. So he starts shifting back, pulling you with him until he can lift one thigh up and settle your knee on the bed beside his hip. Your standing leg quivers, muscles weak from sitting at the desk for so long, and he swiftly pulls that leg up too, so you’re straddling him on the bed. 

He lets you sink down into his lap, moving his head from your belly to your neck, wrapping you up tight in his arms. The remaining tension leaves your body and you heave out a sigh, resting your forehead in the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

He rocks you for a bit, humming so you can feel the vibrations in his throat (and because you love his voice), before letting himself fall back onto the bed. 

Seungcheol loves feeling you on top of him like this, his own personal weighted blanket, soothing and cozy and familiar. If he didn’t have a mission to accomplish, he could easily fall asleep like this, evidenced by his own eyes getting heavy. 

But he does have a task to complete and he won’t give up now, so he starts pushing off with one leg and tilting his body to the side, rolling over until he’s on top of you. You hum and snuggle deeper into his neck, but he can feel the restlessness rising back up in you, in the foot you wiggle and the fingers tapping rhythmically on his back. 

He lets you wake up a bit more, doesn’t like doing this when you’re too sleepy to participate, and waits until he feels your breath change to start grinding into you. 

He presses his hips down gently, always likes to warm you up a bit, make sure you want it like he does. When he feels you press back, he knows you know what he’s doing. And he knows you’ll let him. 

You don't like to give up control, you like to be in charge in all aspects, except in bed with him. There’s hardly ever a clear power dynamic between you and him, always a give and take, and he loves it. He loves you. 

But sometimes, you need someone to tell you what to do, take the power out of your hands, make the choices for you. 

And Seungcheol is good at that, loves doing it, when it comes to you. He loves that you let him take care of you like this, put that trust in him, allow him to take the reins that you usually cling to so tightly. 

It can be scary to have this kind of power, this kind of responsibility, but it’s worth it, if it means he can help you. 

You’re seemingly up for it tonight, letting that familiar haze take over your eyes and your body settle further into the bed. He can see your face soften bit by bit, the line between your brows smoothing, unconscious frown relaxing back into the sleepy smile he adores. 

He grinds down a bit harder, sliding his arms out from underneath you to smooth his hands down your body and rest them firmly on your hips. He squeezes at the flesh there before tilting your pelvis up so his dick can get right at you, your thin pajama shorts letting him get even closer. 

“You want me to help you relax, baby? Huh? Need someone else to do the thinking for a little bit?” He coos down at you, sure he probably sounds patronizing but meaning every word. 

“Yeah, Cheol, need you,” you whisper back, whine in your voice, and he can feel the shudder travel all the way from his scalp to his toes. 

It always does something to him when you get like this, all soft and sweet. Seungcheol doesn’t feel the need to take care of you, to protect you in your daily life, but he does feel the desire. 

He pushes it down because he knows you’re independent and can get shit done yourself, but when you get like this? When you want him to take care of you? 

It activates something in him, something that tells him to kiss you and hold you and love you and fuck you. 

So he does. 

He slides his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugs them down gently, and spreads your thighs. Sometimes it helps to give you something to do, so he takes hold of each of your legs behind the knee and pushes them up, waiting until you grab them and hold them up yourself. “Keep them there. Okay, baby?”

Seungcheol feels heat rush down his spine and into his cock at the sight of you nodding and holding yourself open for him, your pussy already glistening with wetness and practically begging to be filled. 

He needs to make you wait though, make sure you’re exhausted enough to sleep by the time he’s done, so he can’t go too fast, can’t slide right in like he wants. 

Instead, he rubs his fingers up and down, spreading your wetness and opening you up slowly. He waits until you’re whining and trying to buck your hips up before letting his fingers glide over your clit. You’re drenched already, little mewls escaping your lips, and he can’t keep you waiting anymore, not when you’re this needy. 

On his next pass, he lets his middle finger catch at your entrance and slip inside, just to the first knuckle, just to give you something to squeeze down on. He won't give you more yet, not until you’re crying for it, but he will give you this. 

And maybe a little more, he thinks, letting you buck your hips until his finger is all the way inside, until you’re clenching down and he can feel your walls undulate around it. You already want to let go, Seungcheol can tell. But it’s not time yet, you’ll likely only get a few hours if he makes you cum so soon, so he withdraws his finger and shuffles down the bed until he’s eye level with your cunt. 

Seungcheol can never get enough of seeing you like this, your hands holding your thighs up and open, pussy clenching around nothing, clit peeking out of its hood. He just can’t resist, so he doesn’t anymore. 

All it takes is one firm swipe of his tongue from cunt to clit and he’s groaning into you, voice deep and heavy with want. He can hear your weak whimpers overhead, and from the edge in your voice, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. 

He still won’t let you cum, but he will give you a bit more, sliding his tongue deep into your cunt and letting his nose rub into your folds. He sees your thighs quiver a bit, trying to close, but you’re a good girl so you keep them open for him, and he rewards you with two fingers deep inside and his tongue on your clit. 

You’re keening already, cunt clenching around his fingers and trying to suck them in deeper, so he curls them upward and searches for the spot inside that always makes you gush. He knows he’s found it when your hips buck up and you lose your grip on your thighs, letting them down to close around his hand. 

Seungcheol lands a soft smack on the side of your ass, sliding his fingers out to push your thighs back up. You cry out at the loss, wiggling your hips to try to get his fingers back inside, but he levels a stern look at you and asks, “What are you supposed to be doing with your thighs, baby?” 

“Holding them up for you,” you respond with a pout. 

“And what did you do?” He raises a brow at you. 

“I let go.”

Seungcheol can hear the tears in your voice and see the glistening at your lash line, and decides you’re too delicate for punishment tonight. 

“But you’ll keep them open for me from now on, right baby?“ He asks in a gentle tone, preferring tears of pleasure to tears of guilt. 

“Yes, Cheollie, I’ll keep them open,” you say with a small sniffle and a watery smile, eager to please him and to get his fingers filling you up again. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol coos at you, holding your gaze as he dips his head back down to lick at your clit. 

He can feel the shudder run through your body, your grip tightening on your thighs and your eyelids fluttering down. He can’t have that though, needs you to keep them open so they’ll feel tired later, so he says, “Eyes on me, baby,” and waits for you to open them before sinking his fingers inside you, three this time instead of two. 

Seungcheol has to press his hips into the bed when you cry out, your gaze locked with his and your sweet lips open. He thinks he’s kept you waiting long enough, thinks you’ll get through at least half the night if he makes you cum now, so he starts slowly building you back up. 

He fucks his fingers in deeper, as deep as they can go, and hooks them into your g-spot before sucking your clit into his mouth. He can feel the change in you, can tell you know he’s about to let you cum, and just grinds harder into the rough patch of nerves, tapping your clit with his tongue.

He groans when he feels more of your wetness seep out around his fingers; you always leak like a faucet when you’re getting close, and he’ll never get enough of it, never get enough of you. 

You start shifting away though, arching against his movements instead of with them, and Seungcheol pulls off in confusion. 

“S’wrong, baby?” He asks in a throaty voice, panting a bit from having his tongue on you for so long. 

“Wanna cum with you in me, Cheol, please,” you ask weakly, but with a clear voice. 

Hm. 

He didn’t plan on fucking you with anything but his fingers and tongue tonight, but who is he to say no? 

Then again…

“You can cum twice, baby,” Seungcheol responds with a smile before licking around his fingers and gliding his tongue back up to your clit. 

“Oh, right,” you say breathlessly, letting your hips buck into him again. 

He’s relentless this time, pulling your bundle of nerves into his mouth and laving his tongue over it, leaving his fingers curled inside you so you can set the pace. 

Normally, you like that, but not tonight, and he hears you groan in frustration when you can’t get his fingers to move how you want. 

And that’s not what Seungcheol wants, at all, he only wants to make you feel good, so he starts moving his fingers again. In and out, spreading them slightly each time to open you up for his cock, rubbing them into sweet rough spot inside you. 

His mouth picks up the pace too, suctioning his lips around your clit and pulling at you in pulses, groaning when he feels your walls start to clench rhythmically around his fingers. 

You’re getting close now, he can tell, so he keeps fucking his fingers into you and maintains the pressure around your clit. Sometimes you like it when he ramps things up but when you’re in this headspace, you need consistency, so he does his best not to change anything. 

Your cries are getting higher and higher, mouth stuck open as you try to breathe through the onslaught of pleasure. Seungcheol can see how tightly you’re holding your thighs, constantly adjusting your grip to keep them open like he told you to, and he smiles around you, moaning into your wet pussy in wordless praise. 

You must know what he means, because your back arches higher and your eyes close, your cunt clenching down on his fingers so tight he doesn’t bother trying to move them. He just keeps them curled, pressing into your g-spot and letting them spread a bit, enough for you to be able to take his cock after. 

Your whimpers get so high they become soundless, air stuttering in your chest, eyes scrunched shut and thighs juddering under your own grip, and you cum with a veritable flood of wetness around his fingers. Seungcheol almost feels your orgasm like it’s his own, his cock twitching in time with the squeezing of your walls and his hips pressing down into the sheets. 

He laps you up, easing off you but leaving his fingers inside so you can ride it out, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

For now. 

When he feels the last few waves moving through you, he slides out his fingers and sucks them into his mouth before gently prying your thighs loose from your hands and bringing them down to rest on the bed. 

They’re still twitching, your hips punching up a little as tiny aftershocks shoot through you. Sometimes you get muscle cramps after holding them up for so long so he sets his hands on your thighs and carefully massages up and down the length of each of them, soothing the tired muscles and caressing your soft skin. 

Seungcheol can tell you’re tired now, almost ready to sleep, so he moves to rest his hands on either side of your hips and checks in. 

“How’re we doing? Still want me inside, baby?” He asks in the voice he only ever uses with you, tone gentle and loving and warm. He trails his hands up and down your body, rubbing at your belly and breasts under your (his) sleep shirt until you’ve gathered your wits enough to answer. 

You take a deep breath that he can feel under his palms, your ribs expanding with air as you blink slowly before nodding and reaching for him. 

“Words, sweetheart, I need you to tell me,” Seungcheol reminds you softly. 

“I’m good, Cheollie, still want you,” you respond sleepily, and he grins, leaning down to drop a sweet kiss on your lips before turning you onto your side and slotting in place behind you like pieces of a puzzle.

He’s always fit perfectly with you. 

As soon as he settles, you’re reaching behind to grab his arm and wrap it around your waist, tugging it up between your breasts and interlocking his fingers with yours. You get so touchy, so needy after he makes you cum, and he revels in the extra contact with you. 

Sometimes he teases you, makes you wait longer, grinds his cock up and down your pussy, but not tonight. Tonight, he needs it as bad as you do. 

So he pats your thigh, letting out a quiet, “Up, baby,” into your neck, and slides home. 

There’s a bit of resistance, a byproduct of his size, but you love the stretch so he pushes through until he’s bottoming out inside of you. He can feel your low moan vibrate through his chest and answers with a groan. He always wants you to know how good you feel around him, always wants you to know how perfect you are, so he keeps up the praise for as long as he can speak coherently. 

“So tight like this baby, take me so well,” Seungcheol murmurs into the back of your neck, wiggling his free arm underneath you to wrap over your shoulders and pull you closer. 

You told him once that you love when he surrounds you like this, and he’s never forgotten it. He thinks about your words now, grinding into you and trying different angles till he can tap your g-spot with every thrust. 

Seungcheol is sure he’s found it when you gasp and jerk against him, not that you can go far when he’s got you cocooned like this. You get even wetter somehow, arousal squelching out around his cock, and he knows you won’t last long. 

But neither will he, not after making you cum like that. 

He’s already twitching inside you, feeling the heat rushing down his spine and his balls starting to draw up, and he has to stop moving for a second, count backwards from one hundred to keep himself from cumming too soon. 

In the meantime, he gently untwines your fingers from his own and moves them down to circle your clit, trying to get you there before he does. The hand pressed to your shoulder moves to hold your neck, not squeezing, just resting at the base of your throat to ground you. 

When be presses down a bit harder on your clit, your hand flies up to wrap around his wrist, and he can feel your grip tightening and loosening with every thrust, just like your pussy is around his cock. 

He can feel you getting closer and closer, knows it won’t be long now, so he releases your throat and gently tips you onto your stomach, stretching himself out on top of you. 

One hand fumbles for a pillow, weight lifting off of you just enough to slide it under your hips, before he sets it next to your head to prop himself up. He stops circling his fingers, just keeps them on your clit and grinds his cock into your g-spot, waiting for the hitch in your breath that tells him you’re almost there. 

In this position, Seungcheol can pull back enough to properly fuck you, so he does. He doesn’t go too hard on you, knows you’re delicate like this, and pulls out just enough to feel your walls trying to suck him back in before fucking into you. Little cries escape you, breathy and sweet, and he slides a gentle hand under your cheek to turn your face to the side so they’re not muffled by the pillow. 

His hips hit against your ass with every thrust, his eyes locked on the way your flesh bounces, and he can’t resist rising up on his knees a little so he can get a better view. 

It takes a lot of core strength but Seungcheol is able to move the hand bracing himself to grab a palmful of your ass, resting some of his weight on you and knowing full well you can take it. His fingers dig deep, pushing your cheek to the side so he can watch his cock moving in and out of you, see how tightly your cunt clings to him. 

Seungcheol knows you love being on display, love how dirty it feels to have him spread you open, and he can feel it in the way you get tighter around him, clenching down harder and harder. You’re getting louder now too, his name flowing from your lips in between swear words and whimpers, and Seungcheol can feel his heart seize up a little with each utterance. 

Soon enough, you’ll be squeezing his cock so hard he won’t be able to move so he savors the friction while he can, and looks forward to feeling you cum around him. 

Your back starts to arch, your hips pushing up into his thrusts and your cunt fluttering around his cock, swallowing him deeper and deeper until your body locks up and you cum with a weak shout of his name. 

Seungcheol can’t hold out any longer, knows there’s no reason to, so he lets the heat in his stomach overtake him and buries his cock deep inside you one last time. He can feel his cum flooding into you in bursts, sees it start to gather at your entrance when your clenching walls squeeze the last bit out of him, and he lets go of your ass to brace a hand by your head again. His other hand leaves your clit, settling on the other side of your head as he rests his forehead on your back, panting into your skin. 

He doesn’t move for a while, just whispers softly to you, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are and how he never wants to leave. He can feel your heart racing against his and you mumble back, angling your head towards him for a kiss. 

He realizes he hasn’t kissed you this whole time, which, frankly, is unacceptable so he pulls out slowly, pushing his cum back into you with gentle fingers and rolling you over onto your back.

Cupping your face in both hands, Seungcheol leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You remind him of Sleeping Beauty, your eyes closed and your face tilted up toward him, expression sweet and free of stress. 

Seungcheol wants to let you fall asleep like this but knows you should go to the bathroom and wash your face. You’ll be so upset if you wake up to break outs and a UTI, and he can’t have that, so he clumsily crawls off of you and hoists you into his arms. 

His cum is starting to leak out of you, making him rush to the bathroom on light feet, and he sets you down on the toilet before cleaning himself off and going to put on boxers and get pajamas for you, giving you some privacy. 

When he returns, you’re naked and sleepily washing your face, elbows braced on the counter so you don't have to hold yourself up. He fixes his eyes just above your head in the mirror, avoiding the dips and curves of your body and the way your pussy peeks out from between your thighs, knowing he’ll get hard again if he looks. 

On a regular night, you’d probably be good for another round, maybe in the shower, but tonight he knows you need to go straight to bed if you’re going to capitalize on your tired eyes and empty mind. So he steps up behind you, letting his slippers slap on the tile to make sure you know he’s there, and bends down to lift your feet into clean panties and pajama shorts. 

Your face is still wet but Seungcheol knows you like to air dry, so he carefully lifts his shirt over your head and pulls it down to cover you. He gives your hips a little pinch before moving next to you and starting to brush his teeth. You share sleepy smiles around toothbrushes, your hip bumping into his before you take turns rinsing your mouths, his heart swelling at the domesticity of it all. 

He can feel you leaning more and more into him and he gathers you up in his arms once again, holding you close and heading back to bed. You grab handfuls of his shirt, fabric clenched between steady fingers, and let out the biggest sigh, any remaining tension fading from your body. 

Your soft breaths puff against his neck, your chest rising evenly as he tries to deposit you onto the bed without waking you up. He’s successful, for the most part, but your fingers won’t let go of his shirt and you hum a bit when he tries to remove them, so he just climbs over you into bed. 

Seungcheol wants to pull you into his arms, but he’s too scared of disturbing you, so instead he settles on his stomach and drapes a heavy arm across your body, his thumb rubbing at your hip. He breathes out a quiet love you just before his eyes fall closed, and smiles, knowing it’s not a dream when he hears your groggy voice say it back. 

AN: ... heyyy ... p sure this is the dirtiest thing ive ever written but tbh i love it and i had a great time and i hope you did too

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[sinsandsweetness]

Bby I’m in need of some fluff.

Reader who’s a cat lover and wants to bring a cat home with them to Alexandria and Rickyl, Daryl doesn’t want the cat but Ricks like “let’s let her have the cat what harm would it do”

Lol anyways they definitely let her have the cat

Daryl definitely warms up to the cat too.

(this is too fucking cute)

You swallow hard as Rick reaches for the front door, simultaneously nudging you forward.

“C-can you tell him?” You ask softly. Rick can only shake his head and chuckle as the two of you walk into the house.

“Nuhuh, baby. You’re the one that wanted ‘em, so you gotta be the one to tell him.”

Rick gives Daryl a hug upon seeing him. You would, but your hands are a little full.

“What’s that?” He asks. Brows furrowed into a confused scowl.

“You gotta promise not to get mad. And- promise we’re not gonna like… eat them or anything.” His perplexed look deepens and you become even more nervous. Nervous that he’ll tell you to go put them back where you found them.

“Baby, what’s in the box?” He repeats his question. Definitely more concerned about the contents now.

“The mama didn’t make it,” you explain, setting the shoe box down on the counter. Hushed little “meow”s coming from the cracked open lid.

“No.”

“You haven’t even seen them, Dare,” you whine. Already rejecting the prospect of such adorable kittens.

“Not happening.”

“Told you he’d be like this,” Rick chimes in, leaned against the counter. Cheeky little grin splayed on his face.

“Like what?” Daryl seems defensive. Momentarily distracted by Rick while you open the shoebox and grab the cutest one. All black fluff with big yellow eyes. By far the cutest of the 5.

“All grouchy ‘n shit. You’re never any fun anymore.” You complain, holding the kitten out in front of you.

Daryl’s scowl only deepens.

“C’mon, Dare. How can you say no to this lil face?” You pout your lips and hold the kitty beside your face. Trying your best to guilt him into letting them stay.

“…”

“Please,” you try one last time, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can possibly manage.

“One. You can keep one. The rest need to go.” Fuck yeah!

You breath out a sigh of relief. Handing him the kitten, which he definitely didn’t want to hold. But as soon as it cuddled up where he held it against his chest, it started purring. Begging to be loved. And that must have tugged a heart string.

“I’ll ask around if anyone wants the rest.” You tell him over your shoulder, already making your way out of the door with the shoebox. 4 little kittens cuddled up and ready for some new homes.

And when you get back, empty handed and feeling satisfied, Daryl is asleep on the couch, with soft snores leaving his lips. The kitten cuddled up on his chest and purring away. The two of them looking like a damn match made in heaven.

Rick has an ankle crossed over his knee, lounging back to read a book in his armchair. You walk over and plop yourself into his lap, squirming around until the two of you are comfy. His hand snaking around your waist, as his eyes move along the lines of the page.

You lean into his ear and kiss his neck gently, earning a sweet little sigh from the man. You whisper softly, trying not to wake up the other man,

“Told you he’d warm up to it.”

And all Rick can do is smile and roll his eyes.

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[kynrki]

#TEASER! — MAYBE LOVING YOU WAS A GOOD IDEA!!

!PAIRING: popular!jake sim x non-popular!fem!reader

!SUMMARY: jake’s hallway crush, yln yn, seems be having a tough time handling her emotions. luckily for her, theres someone who’s always willing to help!

!GENRE: sunshine x grumpy, popular x non popular, extrovert and introvert dynamics, reader who feels they cant be loved vs. jake who loves her unconditionally, opposites attract, you get the idea.

!WARNINGS: on fic

!FEATURING: on fic

!WC : 378 — aiming for 8-10k on actual fic

!KIMMY SAYS: hi this is so late and will be a rollercoaster coaster pls bear with me🙏 header creds to my love mar!! @byuqi ❤️

“you just dont get it do you jake!” you yelled frustratedly at him. “well cant you see that im trying to understand it? just be happy yn its not that hard” jake said bringing his hands up to rub his face. “just be happy? just be happy? jake you don’t understand half the shit i have to go through everyday! dont fucking tell me shit when i see you being all happy and smiling all the fucking time. im not well, dont you get that?” you said frustratedly as you felt something wet go down your cheek. you wiped the tear away harshly before crossing your arms.

“maybe i shouldn’t have given you a chance” you said softly after a while. jake’s head shot up as his eyes widened up in panic. “you- you dont mean that yn” jake said pleadingly. you sighed. “it’s not me, it’s you” you said looking at him. “bullshit yn! im trying really hard here, please don’t do this” jake begged, with tears forming in his eyes. “i can’t be loved. i tried so hard with you, i did but look at us.” you said looking at him. “i love you. stop it now please. im trying too, but we need to try harder. cant you see youre so lovable.” jake said taking your hands into his.

you harshly ripped your hands away from his. “jake i- i cant” you said shaking your head. “so thats it? after everything we, the two of us, have been through, you’re just gonna give up?” jake said softly. his eyes held a reflectance of hope. “it’s easier to give up than be hurt over and over again jake.” you replied after a moment of silence. “so i guess this is goodbye then.” jake said with a single tear rolling down his cheek. oh how you wanted to go up to him and embrace him in the tightest hug ever, but you couldn’t. couldn’t risk getting hurt again.

you watched as jake left your apartment. the once happy filled house was now left with sorrow and despair. you let out a choked sob as you tightly clenched your shirt. and for the rest of the day you spent crying, only this time, it was actually your fault.

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[meowzfordayz]

when you eat a lot — inosuke, tengen

Author’s Note: just a friendly reminder to love yourself, bc the you that you were, are, and will be deserves to be loved — by you. 💘

when you eat a lot — inosuke, tengen

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: implied eating insecurity 

Emergency Request Fulfilled: My friends and family have always made fun of how much I eat and I'm really conscious about it! I know that I eat a lot and lately it's been making me really sad. can you please write Inosuke and Tengen (with or without the wives, it's ok how ever you want) with an S/O who eats a lot?

~faqs~

If you think Inosuke wouldn’t challenge you to an eating competition

Then think again 😂

It’s hard to get invited anywhere these days, what w/ how you’ll both demolish a potluck, run up the restaurant tab, etc together 😃

—Bless Mitsuri’s beautiful heart tho, bc she totally still invites you places #she gets it 💖

Ngl, Inosuke doesn’t really understand the insecurity that can come along w/ food and eating

He isn’t intentionally insensitive, but it’s relatively simple to him

Hungry? Eat

Like something? Eat

Still hungry? Keep eating

Really like something? Take extra for the road

Ofc, it helps that his occupation (demon slayer, duh 😆 I should practice writing in canon more often lmao) ~forces him to maintain peak fitness

To him, food essentially = fuel; nothing more, nothing less

He’s intuitive, and certainly picks up on changes in your mood, whether fleeting or enduring

But he wouldn’t immediately connect any dots

In other words: if you want his support, then you’ll prob have to explain yourself + ask him for it

Which, he’d be more than happy to provide! ☺️

Albeit, his support isn’t the most ~refined 😅

“It’s just food, stupid!” grinning widely, “Food’s great!” 😋

“If you’re hungry,” plucking a bun off his plate, and promptly shoving it in your mouth, “Then you should eat!” 💀

“Your plate’s usually fuller than that, gimme a sec!” *disappears to get more food for you*

“You’re so pretty, I’m so lucky I get to love you!” *picks you up to spin you* “See! If you need to eat, then eat!” *puts you down* *affectionately flicks your forehead* “I’ll always be strong enough to hold you, so there’s nothing to worry about!”

First thing that comes to mind?

Man’s envious 😖

And a lil irritated 🤪

Like, “Sweetheart, that’s my job ☹️,” when you offer to finish his dinner for him

“But Tengen-sama, I’m done, and you’re lagging.” 😇

Ooh yOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT 💀

Watch this man go from sexy mf to pouty bby before you can even blink

Shoves his plate toward you, arms crossing with an audible huff, and refuses to make eye contact

“Really?” you raise an eyebrow, poking at his intentionally flexed forearm, “You’re that offended?”

“No.” 😃

“You should’ve ordered what I ordered,” you tease gently, “I bet my meal tasted better.”

Tengen appreciates the out you’re offering him

Tengen is also not the kind of man who takes any outs offered to him

“Actually, my meal was delicious. I hope you enjoy the rest of it.” 😒

“You really don’t mind?” 😕

Aaand now he feels badly, bc he can tell that you feel badly 😓

While he can’t deny the blow to his pride, the last thing he wants is to take you down w/ him

“I really don’t mind,” his tone softens, no longer pouting, arms uncrossing to lean over the table toward you, “I’m always happy to fulfill your needs, so please: let me provide for you.”

🥺😭🥰

Make no mistake

Tengen still throws a mini tantrum every time you eat more than him 🥴

But he’ll be the first to tell you, over and over again

“I really don’t mind,” getting up to serve you another portion, “I love you,” kissing the top of your head, “I’m glad you feel safe enough to be yourself with me,” feeding you a bite 😋

#headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #hashibira inosuke #inosuke x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

[anchoeritic]

omg, well now we need to explore the mommy milkers situation <3

how would tonowari/jake/quaritch breastfeed or react to lactation? i feel like each would have their own flavour of response, yk? 🥺💦

also oML i need to req and askbox u more often bby. i <3 ur writing style lowkey i forget and then get re-delighted lmao

time for some mommy milkers !!!

i see TONOWARI as the type to come back from a heavy hunting day and just immediately fall in your arms. he’s a tough man. toughest man to crack, i’ll tell ya that. as capable as he is, he will always melt in your presence. he’s a commander in chief. there’s a reason why he’s always so strict.

i most likely see it during the aftercare portion, though. a long restless session of some soft reassuring sex, the night ends on a lighter note: his lips wrapped around your nipple, just sucking on it.

he definitely makes noises when he finally tastes your milk, a given reminder of how sweet it really is when it hits his tastebuds.

he makes sure to include the other one too (🥹😵‍💫) and uses his fingers to twist it around a bit, sometimes drawing out a bit of milk. he never wastes a drop, though.

JAKE would be the first to fucking do it. he’s a whore. but a lil softie whore. he wants to be close with you 24/7, literally never gets off of you until he’s SHOVED.

it started off with tiny gropes at your boobs, sneaking touches in that paaaarticular area. then, well, he would grow more comfortable with the idea; going from kissing all around your chest to, specifically your titty region. he’s doing all this while he’s caressing your tummy, btw.

honestly, he does it for the first time during a bit at the end of your pregnancy, and falls in LOVE. the thought of being cared for in a way and taken care of kinda lit something up in him. being held by his mate and being as close as he can be,, oh,, he was not about to give this UP.

“tastes so good, mama.” he would tell you between sucks, savouring the taste of your milk. “‘s sweet, just like you.”

QUARITCH doesn’t get it at first soooo he doesn’t really hop on the wave until a little later on bcs he’s a LOOOOSER! a hot loser but that’s besides the point.

he knew about the kink prior to you even being impregnated by him. he definitely watched a video on pornhub before he started crackin’ on pandora and falling in love with you.

it’s so funny to imagine quaritch being so comfy with you to the point where he’s sucking the milky out your titty. he absolutely would thooooough. especially during sex!!!!!!

fucking you slow and deep, making sure you’re watching him slip in and out of your pussy through the small mirror since you can’t see from the angle of your swelled up belly.

he comes leaning down and grabbing at your tit, swirling his tongue around your nipple softly. a single drop of your milk had already won him over. you’d known it after you heard his first moan from just the taste.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he’d mumble against your skin, “needa taste ya again. i can’t get enough of ya.” squeezing the rest of the milk out your titties, drinking up every last drop.

pls i’m literally having my fangirl moment:!,!&: don’t eveeeNnnnNnn..!!. i’m such a huge fan of your content. i’m literally your biggest fan bye. i love u.

#jake sully smut #tonowari smut #colonel quaritch smut #avatar smut #cutie mootie 💟

[sunoooism]

> summary : how txt reacts when you dodge their kisses (separately)

› fluff / wc: 2.6k

› warnings : profanity, worrying, self doubt, pranks (obviously), gn!reader

⊹

→ choi yeonjun

petty af.

LIKE EXCUSE YOU⁉️ HOW DARE YOU⁉️

u were just sitting in his lap, scrolling through your phone and using his shoulder as a pillow waiting for the opportune moment.

when he leant down to give you a loving kiss you obviously dodged his lips.

no biggie, he figures. you must have been interested in whatever you were watching, that doesn't bother him.

"can I have a kissy? I didn't mean to get in the way of your phone, promise." pls he's so genuine it hurts.

you're weak for your boyfriend, who wouldn't be, so you're trying with all your might not to crack.

he is flabbergasted when you shake your head and answer with a no.

he knows you love his lips a little too much to be serious.

is confused, so therefore is trying to figure out what ur up to.

when he finally finds out it's a prank.

o h m y g o d.

tortures u 4 the next week.

"Junnie, can I have a kiss? pretty please? :)"

"no."

😦

go along with his game just to piss him off, it's only furthering your original trick.

see who cracks first.

spoiler alert it's him.

→ choi soobin

a tad bit hurt.

you can see his cute little smile drop, and the way he just stares at u. :(((

why would u even do that to him ?

panics a little.

did he make you uncomfortable ? do you not love him anymore ? is his breath smelly ?

you have to try and keep your composure when you see him out of the corner of your eye practically panting into his hand just so he can get a whiff.

even if his breath is completely fine expect to find him scrubbing his teeth and tongue like a maniac.

you'll go looking for him and find the man in question with a toothbrush half way down his throat, save him please.

feel bad and tell him it was a joke rn!! (or else)

he's pouty.

keeps asking for kisses and if you say no-

"you're so mean, after what you put me through? I think I scrubbed off my taste buds !! >:["

except to be trapped in his arms for the rest of the day.

→ choi beomgyu

this guy....

slightly offended and slightly amused, doesn't know which one to fully commit to.

he'll figure out a way to get kisses from you somehow.

the guilt tripping is insane tho.

like.

"I can't believe you don't love me anymore :("

it's all in good spirit tho, he knows u still adore him.

which is why he's now demanding kisses !!

if that doesn't work he'll try to melt u down until you're putty .

the bastard knows his glasses make your knees weak.

if you withstand the all powerful gyu with glasses then he moves onto his deep voice.

um, sorry to say but no one survives that.

he's clingy 4 the rest of the day, it's your fault.

→ kang taehyun

can't be arsed w your bullshit.

the epitome of 😐

knows it's one of your little jokes the moment he hears a hushed giggle.

subtle revenge bordering on yeonjun's pettiness.

no, nevermind. just pettiness.

will deny kisses from you for as long as it takes for you to admit what you did or say sorry.

he might not even stop once you do either of those.

bro's a menace.

It's gotten to the point where you just sneak kisses to his cheek whenever he has his guard down.

he obviously wipes it off tho.

evil.

flash those puppy eyes and his lips r urs again.

→ huening kai

poor bby get's worried he did something wrong :((

panic mode 2

"sweets? are you mad? :(("

gets in his own head a lil bit.

is thinking about everything he did that day in order to deduct how he upset u.

comfort him rn.

he just kind of floats around you for the remainder of the day feeling shitty.

when you ask him what's the matter with an underlying giggle he lies and says nothing.

the immense guilt you feel when you spot him lying on your bed and staring at a plain wall, ignoring his usually overly loved plushies :{

if your heart doesn't get soft who r u.

apologise to this overthinking man.

u r now smothered with kisses and cuddles for the rest of the day, he should have compensation for this outrage !!!

man baby.

©sunoooism

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[written-beyond-the-grave]

Taking the Mikaelsons to a Concert

IK a bitch was gone, but a bitch is back… sparingly. I been on tumblr doing my shit but ummm I started this shit while in highschool like sophomore year… It’s been a year since I graduated college…. Anyway, fuck it we ball bc someone needs ot get this shit wet first with the Mikaelson’s… shout out to @starlightandfairies @wholoveseggs @klausysworld for holding it down. I love everyones work, y'all be feeding the fandom

If it’s snowin’ I ain’t going… leggo (once again, I write this for niggas. Mwah, to freedom)

So primarily I feel like the Mikaelsons would all be down to going to a concert, I mean Nicki, Doja, Lil Nas X, Mariah the Scientist, Chloe Bailey, Drake, Jhene Aiko, Victoria Monet, the Weekend, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott--- you get the point. You are the object of their desires and affections so they’ll go…. But what will ensue???

KLAUS

For nosey bitches in the back I got y’all…. This is Klaus finally biting the bullet and taking you to a Nicki concert, the Pink Friday 2 tour!

First, it would take hella time to even get him to go, this man is busy running lives, making hybrids, acting like he a real active party in whatever council shit he bullied his way into in New Orleans, and like running Rebekah’s love life…. He be busy 

He probably feels like he should take you out for something, so he asks you what you want. Anything your heart wants he’ll give it no problem: private helicopter tour of NYC, a week in Brazil, couples massage, hell even go see puffins up in Iceland. But you know what your bitch ass asks for?

To see Onika Tanya Maraj…. As you should

This man is staring at you like “Love… who is that?” And you look at him and tell him “Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie…. Have you not learned????” And he just stares at you in amusement like ‘it’s no Mozart, you modern women have such…. Vulgar tastes… but I will endorse this, for you my love”

Wait till he gets there AHAHAHAAAAA

You’re pulled up in all your glory, pink everything, sunnies on, gloss on, heels as big as his dick… And you know I don’t think Klaus would ever let you put him in pink spandex. But I think he’ll allow like a shirt of Nicki’s face on him, and like maybe a barbie chain on his neck… He’s a hybrid, he can’t be seen out like this (you def sent photos to the rest of the family of this). 

I feel like Klaus would be chill af with the crowds and shit, until bitches start getting rowdy when Roman comes on stage. I feel like he’ll just be vibing, but mostly looking at you as you lose your shit 

“A 100 MUTHAFUCKA CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING, I BEEZ IN THE TRAP”... bby chill, you’ll sweat that wig off and it’ll slip back. But deadass, it’s like another beast when she comes out and it activates something in you. Like the regular old human that Klaus knew of is gone, and is replaces by a bad bitch that would definitely put her shoe on his neck and he likes that

Funny enough, there is one song that Klaus would know all the words to… Moment for Life-- HEAR MY OUT, DAMN. Ok, the song is about literally getting everything you want and being at a point where no one can touch you or even fathom to be at your height of success or clout. Klaus Mikaelson gets whatever he wants, no one touches him-- or if they do, they won’t live long enough to tell the tale. King shit, so imagine your surprise when you hear this man over everyone else singing along and being into it

Yeah, did that shit. “What I tell 'em hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to ya knees” Drake type man…. And towards the end just reminisce of all the people, woman, children, and villages he pillaged to get where he is now… mentally deranged, having a god complex and inferiority complex at the same damn time, and daddy issues while treating his siblings like his own dad LMFAOOOO

Good luck Klaus whores

And then when she starts bringing in old shit like the songs with Sean Kingston or Gyptian…. Oh boy, I know that man is catching a whine as you yell at him “YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND YOU’RE NICE YUH DUN KNO SEH NICKI AS YO WIFE” Ik you bitches telling Klaus exactly that and putting emphasis on wife bc where tf this Icelandic viking silverback think he going????

But as the show goes on, it’s a cute experience between you two as you guys kinda switch roles and you get to be super unhinged and rock out with the other people there and go bar for bar. Like you couldn’t fuck Michael Kors if you was FUCKIN’ Michael Kors

dabs sweat off my forehead

He’s happy to take you home and baby you when you come from the energy drop, but he will be wondering were that energy comes from bc you ain’t putting all that work in when he fucks you soooooo

REBEKAH

Ok so for this one…. Give me a Lil Nas X, Doja Cat, and Rico Nasty ass collab in a concert (bc that’s my dream lineup and y’all can take all my money). I feel like Rebekah needs the girl power and the gays for this so let me cook

I deadass feel you wouldn’t need to convince her of shit, she’d be the one to ask if you wanted to go because she’s heard some of their songs via you jamming in the bathroom and just booked tickets as soon as you said yes. Hey, it’s to make you happy and you deserved to be pampered-- and she’s trying to get in her modern experiences since she was in a box for a long ass time

1st song is Montero, it has to be she definitely wants to fucked out from the jet lag and becoming part of the mile high club-- it’s her thing. Plus she loves the glitter and probably being two glitter gay/bi/whatever floats your boat people that are dressed in matching outfits, but different color combos. Titties are out, and y’all are sprayed down in glitter

Then after that I feel like it would be Rico Nasty coming in hot with “SLAP A BITCH” and I know you and Rebekah felt this song on a spiritual level, so it’s both you screaming in each others faces while she has her arms wrapped around you bc she loves love.

Then it pops off with “STFU” bc a lot fo y’all hoes needs to take a seat and shut the fuck up when big bitches are in the room… anyways, personal issues. A lot of y’all do not need a mic and are not the big titty bitches y’all make yourself out to be… and take the mics away from podcast men, please. I BEG

But anyways, it’s really a whole anthem to all the rock/rap alt girlies out here. Rebekah isn’t used to the music, but she can get buck wild to it, especially when it comes down to Doja and RIco when they interchange with “Swamp Bitches”.... That’s my shit ngl

Nah bc opening a verse with “I WISH DEATH ON ALL YOU BITCHES” was insane… love you Rico <3 That song makes you wanna fight ever bitch in the state that ever did you wrong, every bitch working at goodwill that couldn’t take your brothers army discount bc you wasn’t personally in the army, the wack ass bitch at the post office that didn’t want to work there that day, and that grandma down the block that keep eyeing you and telling you that you ain’t hot shit… she wasn’t even hot shit when Project C hit the neighborhood and niggas were getting sprayed with hoses

Anyways

I truly feel like she’d appreciate the girl time with you, and just to be, and have her shit out and have fun. It’s what she deserves

KOL

THERE IS NO HEAR ME OUT YOU WILL LISTEN: NF

I know I been on the black artists wave, but for the niggas that really be feeling shit NF just knows and I feel like with Kols past of always being the forgotten sibling, not being i the pack of “always and forever”, dying all the fucking time, and getting treated like shit by everyone else unless they need to minute magical thing that’s super important he’s left in the dark

He is the most self-aware sibling out of everyone out this fuck ass family. And I feel for him honestly, being the black sheep, being the outcast. Being able to use your magic when you were a witch and then all of a sudden you can’t do that shit anymore because you’re dumb ass mom wants to make y’all fucking vampires and freaks of nature and then wants to kill you, like it was your fault in the first place? Shit was really whack.

Like he calls his family and siblings out for having a para social relationship that is super into emotional and measurements, and having no boundaries whatsoever, killing other peoples lovers, putting them in coffins just so Klaus doesn’t feel like he’s losing his siblings because he can always take them whenever he goes. But they’re still in a box, they’re not living life they’re not being happy. And that just shows how much class is really his daddy‘s son, even though his dad really isn’t his dad because his mom cheated on, her husband with a werewolf. And Kol clocks all of that.

So I feel that he would really vibe with NF, I really do. Therapy session, intro, hope, all of those songs the whole album really would have him crying in your arms at sometime around midnight when he just came over to listen to some tunes and have a good time, and I feel like you introduce NF to him. He gets hugged, and he knows that NF is speaking about his life someway somehow and it just really hits him and he just cries in your arms for that time

I don’t care how corny you think this man is, this is real music and he writes about things that are real, and that happens to him. The song mansion is legitimately about Kol’s life with being being abandoned and abused by his own family, and his own father, as class was taking most of the beatings, he still had to watch all of that. But being the middle child that he was, he just was overlooked, and that probably speaks as to why he acted out and didn’t get any of attention that he deserves.

And I feel that as Kol gets into a relationship relationship with you, you being his black queen, because I know that man was up in Hady for some reason helping him with the revolution. He just doesn’t give a fuck does what he wants to do so it makes sense why he would be with the black woman because it’s just everything, they are on earthly, they are Wisdom and magic and chest seal combined into a specific human type. And I love this for them, I love this for me.

But anyways, back to the subject at hand. I feel like you, dear reader, would surprise Kol with NF tickets because he’s been wanting to go for a long time, and you guys went dress up any fancy just probably black, cute little combat, boots and things like that. And then just head to the show. But as soon as the show starts, he probably starts off with one of his hard hitters. I’m imagining either therapy session, or mansion to really get the tears going. And it’s really just the two of you standing side-by-side, maybe even hand and hand shouting every single lyric word for word, and just letting out all the shadow work and trauma, that you two have built up over the past couple years, granted Kol is Literally hundreds of years old, and you’re probably someone your 20s or 30s. But trauma is trauma and y’all need to deal with that.

Bc deadass, these lyrics are Kol: “What's my definition of success? Listening to what your heart says. Standing up for what you know is. Right, while everybody else is” because in every single episode, when Kol says not to mess with some dumb shit that causes about to fucking do everyone else ignores him, even Elijah, and they fuck around and find out, and they all of a sudden need help. And then complain like no one told them exactly what the fuck was going to happen in the first place. This man is always right, and he needs people to listen more to him. He’s been listening to what his heart says, he’s been going out and meeting new people and trying to live a life that he would really be proud of. Even though he’s very much unhinged and still acts out because he wants to be king of the world and wants to have some form of control like Klaus has because he knows that he can never get away from Klaus.

And then, when I feel like it’s towards the end of the show, and NF finally drops, hope, I feel like that’s when Kol really starts to let go of things a little bit, and really start listening to lyrics and make a promise to himself with like, maybe fighting against his dark side, a little bit of all the things that he’s known, and then just digging himself a deeper hole. He wants to actually get better for you, and for himself to have a healthy relationship. Because he’s never had that in his life, and you’re just not a play thing to him at all.

“Thirty years of running, thirty years of searching. Thirty years of hurting, thirty years of pain. Thirty years of fearful, thirty years of anger. Thirty years of empty, thirty years of shame. Thirty years of broken, thirty years of anguish…. I’m taking the reins” so it’s really just him taking the reins of his life, and just making it better than whatever it actually was. And I hope that can be therapy, I really do. But this whole concert experience would really just be a gigantic therapy session for Cole, but also having fun with you because there’s no one else that he would let see that vulnerable and that lively and have his whole façade slip down like that besides you.

But he’d be a Drake fan, Travis Scott, and probably XXXtentacion… he’s still a menace, but he’s a healed menace…. well, healing.

ELIJAH

Here is the black womans whore himself… and my man *does the debby ryan* 

I know that Elijah appreciates music in general, that man literally writes his own concertos, plays the piano, plays the violin. He is classically trained. And I expect nothing less. Honestly, he really is him. And he is also still very much worse than Klaus, even though he would like to believe that he is not.

Honestly, I don’t think you would really have to introduce Elijah to rap or hip-hop music. I feel like he would already be in Erykah Badu fan, probably really like the Beastie Boys, was into old school, underground in New York, hip-hop and rap. He was probably there, underground, too, for shits and giggles when he wanted a break. So no, I don’t think you would have to introduce him to hip-hop, maybe to a couple artists and everything. But, that doesn’t need help with that department

I feel like Elijah would definitely be a Kendrick, Lamar, J. Cole fan in the rap game and even Lil Wayne too. But I want to get into some good old Tom foolery before I say my crème de la crème.

With the whole Kendrick, J. Cole and Drake beef, that’s happening, I don’t think that Elijah would ever take any sides. But I do feel like he would definitely keep up with the news, even though you wouldn’t expect them to, with the whole suit and everything.

To start off, I feel like you being the reader would bring up the whole rap beef thing to Elijah. Since two weeks ago, you already brought up the Megan Thee Stallion versus Nicki Minaj rap beef that was happening. And now, this time it is Kendrick versus everyone, fuck the big three it’s just big me nigga BUM

And I feel like it would be brought up during lunch or something since you guys have lunch together, and you’re just giving him the whole play-by-play and then letting him listen to the song. And I feel like you need to play a couple times for him, so he really gets to like listen to lyrics and understand because one thing about it is…. Metro dissed everyone in morse code

NAHHHHH CUZ YALL NOT HEARING HIMMMM BEEP BEEP BOOP NIGGA

Mans said “BUM” with his chest

Like I know, J. Cole was on his bike on his way to the studio. As soon as he heard what Kendrick Lamar said, but then again, he could also not be doing anything because he’s not the type to just be on Rappy just to get some shit going you know?

But anyways, I feel like Elijah would totally indulge in this, and he would write down a whole play-by-play with what everything means because the power money and respect? “Sweetheart, Drake is the money, Jermaine Coke is the respect, and Kendrick is the power….” I can fully foresee that man giving you a dissertation on every single line and lyric and how it is a jab at every single one of them, and the meaning is behind it. You got not only a history professor, but one of the great literary investigators of all time for no reason.

I feel like Elijah is low-key. Also waiting for Drake and J. Cole to respond to what Kendrick said about them. And he’s so messy, for he really is, because he acts all high and mighty but he’s really waiting for the gossip about what people about to say

But moving along from the rat beef, I really do feel like this man would be a Lil Wayne fan because Lil Wayne was setting a standard early in the 2000s and probably even before then about how he really is one of the best rappers out there. Like, no one else was doing it like him and no one else doesn’t like him, and will never do it like him. You would catch yourself humming to a Lil Wayne, and I feel like that man would pick it up instantly, and just go bar for bar on whatever humming note that you were on and it’s amazing, but it seems so out of character for him, but it’s really not.

Because this concert is going to be one hell of a trip because first and foremost he is not going there with a suit on, you’re going to have to get this man to be casual. Which shouldn’t be hard because he loves you, you’re his little chocolate drop, pumpkin. But putting this man in a leather jacket and some jeans and whatever shoes that are comfortable for him to wear at this concert is gonna be one thing. Fighting off other bitches while in the crowd is going to be another thing entirely as well.

But listening to him, actually let lose for the good two hours that you’ll be there at the concert screaming at your lungs, and listening to this man stay on rhythm beat and have actual breath control when he’s going for a speed to is going to be insane in mind melting

Let’s be honest, you wanna fuck this man on the regular basis just because he’s him. But you’re telling me that he’s cultured and he can wrap and knows what the fuck he’s talking about?

Coochie hours have been extended

And it gets even worse when he knows that this turns you on so anytime that you turn back to look at him he’s already looking at you, wrapping the verse with little to no effort and giving you those bad eyes because he just knows. He knows what he’s doing to you and you have no Other choice but to either look away or to hold eye contact because we both know this is gonna end up messy when you guys get back to the Airbnb or hotel room

“I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" So I let her lick the rapper”, and this mans eyes are dead set on you and his gives the lip bite… Yeah yeah… time for me to gooooo

#tvd x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #black reader #black y/n #black!reader #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x black reader #klaus mikaelson x black reader #the originals imagine #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #rol mikaelson imagine

[ladylooch]

WAIT can you do Nico smut about letting him go without a condom for the first time? maybe he finishes quick and reader expects him to be done so the reader is a bit disappointed

A Night of Firsts- Nico Hischier

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A/N: So. I almost feel like I should apologize here. This is.. yeah. Whew. I’m a lil tomato here posting this cause it’s pretty smutty. Also, I’m getting on my soap box. As a.. mature (yuckie) woman, this may be an different opinion but it is fucking HOT when a man is like… omg I’m not going to last long and comes in a few strokes. I’m going to pat myself on the damn back about this 100% of the time. Now, our partners have a responsibility to handle it a certain way after and I think Nico does that here 😉 Enjoy bby.

World Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, toys of the adult variety.

I sit on our bed in a plush robe, staring at the door to our master bathroom. Flickers of light are waving under the door at me from where my boyfriend is inside. It’s been quite the day for us. After the Devils were eliminated in the second round by the Hurricanes, Nico needed a day like this. We both did. What has the day entailed? Absolutely nothing. Except for soft touches that are igniting a need between the two of us. We had coffee in bed. Lunch at our favorite restaurant just down the street. We napped. Made Baked Ziti for dinner- the long two hour from prep to finish one- and indulged on hot chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven. 

After all that food, we were sleepy, but opted to watch a comfort movie: The Holiday. Nico secretly loves this movie and often puts it on when he sees it as an option on our various streaming platforms. Armed with a blanket and dressed in comfy sweatpants, we snuggled together under a fortitude of warmth. I was almost asleep when his hands started to wander. At first, just his finger tips dipped below my sweatpants, but it didn’t take long for him to begin stroking fire just above and below his favorite places. 

When I started returning the favor, Nico begin to writhe beneath me. 

“Let’s take a bath.” He blurted out suddenly once I finally skimmed my fingers over the tent in his pants.

“What’s in the bath that we don’t have here?” I asked. He bit his lip, looking at the two distinct points in my shirt.

“You wet and naked with a glass of wine.”

That sounded like heaven, so here I am, waiting patiently for him to open the door and let me in.

“Ready?” He asks when he finally cracks the door open. Just one of his eyes pokes out to look at me.

“Was five years ago.” I joke. He rolls his eyes. 

“Welcome to paradise, babe. Right here in Jersey!”

I grin as I step into the low, flickering light of the candle lit room. The smell is a combination of lavender and lemon. The bath is drawn perfectly and the warmth from it’s water fills the bathroom. Nico turned our towel warmer on to get our towels ready for when we inevitably dash out. He comes behind me, kissing the back of my neck as he gathers my hair up. He makes an awkward bun on top of my head, securing it with my purple scrunchie. 

“Ooo, that’s bad. Don’t let me do your hair when it matters.”

“Wasn’t going to.” I laugh as he works the tie of my robe apart. “Would ask Timo before you.” Nico considers and nods in agreement as he pushes the robe off my shoulders. He sighs when I’m naked in front of him. He brings me to the tub and steps in, then guides me to move between his legs. I settle back into his chest, feeling him grow hard beneath me. I look at him over my shoulder, gnawing on my lip aggressively as he hands me a glass of red wine.

“Thank you.” I murmur in appreciation. I lean back to rest my head against his shoulder, sighing at how good he and the water feel on my skin. I could stay here forever. I close my eyes after resting my wine glass back on the edge. Nico’s fingers trail from my hips up my stomach to my breasts. He holds them both in his hands, swiping the peaks into stiff points. My lips part with a pleasureful sigh.

“We’re gonna play tonight.” He whispers in my ear. “Wanna worship every part of you.”

“Okay.” I respond.

He plays with my nipples longer, letting the soapy water lap at them when his fingers take a break. I wiggle against his thick thighs, scratching my nails along them as he becomes stiffer against my lower back. His touch moves down my chest to glide between my legs. He fingers my opening then rubs a few, welcoming circles along my clit. A heavy moan falls from my mouth as he pushes my legs wider. 

“This thing waterproof?” Nico asks me, bringing my vibrator in front of my face. 

“Uh.” I sputter in surprise. “Yeah.”

“Can I use it on you?”

“Yes.” I whisper, eyes wide as he brings it into the water with us.

“Show me which setting you like.” He presses it against my folds and I suck in shallow breaths as I bring my hand over his on the device. It’s a clit focused vibe that has air suction with it. I turn it on, moving his hand back to adjust the intensity so we can build together. I feel Nico’s dick pulse against my back as I moan, setting the sucker over my clit. “Just hold it here?” He whispers into my ear. I nod, breathing in deep as he presses a bit further in. I jolt and he pulls back, sensing it’s too much. 

My legs widen further, one of them extending out of the bathtub. I dip further down Nico’s chest. The hair at the base of my skull gets wet as I dig my finger nails into his forearm.

“That mean more or less?”

“More. Next setting.” He increases one press and my loud moan rattles off the bathroom walls back to us. Nico grins into my hair, savoring the way I grind against the toy and his hand.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah. Ohmygod.” I yell, arching off his chest as his unoccupied hand comes to my breast. He rolls my nipple while biting my ear lobe.

“Mmm, good girl.” He praises. I’m gone after that. I shutter against the bathtub, pushing the toy away as I pulse rapidly. Nico drops it to the bottom of the tub gently rubbing my clit through the waves. 

“Holy fuck.” I moan to him as he kisses along my bare shoulder. I turn to capture our lips together.

“I’ve been wanting to do that to you for a long time.” He admits. 

“You should have asked sooner. I would have let you.” I murmur against his mouth. His tongue snakes out, lapping at me. He tastes like desire and red wine- my favorite things. I turn in his arms and work my way to straddling him. We make out. Nico’s hands trailing up my back. Between his touch, the orgasm, and the cooler air, goosebumps form along my skin. I shiver a bit, causing us to break apart. He lets me sit back further into the water, still mounted on his thighs.

“Maybe…We could have another first…” I trail off, smearing the bubbles on his chest as he places his wine glass back on the edge after a sip. His hands then grip my hips before trailing up to my ribs, just below my breasts. “Maybe I could feel all of you tonight?” Nico looks into my eyes, confused. “No condom.”

“Yes.” He says immediately, sitting up straight. “Yes and yes and yes.” I laugh as he leans forward to stuff his face between my breast, getting sudsed up in the process. 

“Nico.” I murmur, wanting him to think with more than just his dick.

“Baby, yes. We’re clean. We trust each other. We are in love. I want you pregnant with my baby as soon as possible. Just yes.” He knocks off all the worries I have in my head without them even being expressed. I bite my lip, not quite believing he’s real, even as his fingers run around to my ass cheeks, spreading them and working my hips into his hard cock. He’s just too perfect.

Nico stands, our bodies dripping obnoxiously as he walks us from the tub. He sets me on the bathroom counter, grabbing his towel and tossing me mine. We wipe as much water from us as we can before he’s hustling us into our bedroom. My damp back hits the comforter hard. I work my way up the bed as Nico follows me eagerly.

He strokes his head once through my folds then shoves himself deep. The feeling of his bare skin stroking mine is everything. I can’t even describe the feeling that rocks through my body. Nico shakes above me, mouth open to breathe as he watches my eyes. I bite my lip, breaking eye contact to groan in ecstasy. 

“Fuck.” He whimpers, breathing ragged as he strokes. It feels incredible, I agree, but I’m a little worried about how much his words quiver as he tells me how good I feel. He’s close already.

“Oh shit. Ah, I can’t. I’m sorry.” He pants abruptly from above, sliding out to come on my stomach. I purse my lips against the laugh at the way his face is distorted in pain and pleasure. “I’m sorry.” He moans as he strokes himself. I can’t help it and start to laugh, clasping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh god, now she laughs.” Nico hangs his head, squeezing his eyes shut with a final grunt.

“It’s okay. It’s hot. I came without you earlier.” I assure him, rubbing at his thick thighs. The hair there tickles my fingers as I stroke him.

“You felt so good, baby. Fuck.” He mumbles against my lips. He hovers over me making it hard for our lips to stay connected while he tries to not get cum on himself. “I’ll be right back.” He says, walking off to grab a towel. I laugh as he swipes along my stomach, digging into my belly button and making me cackle. He tosses the used cloth onto the floor, then comes back to give me a real kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say back to him, biting down on my bottom lip. I feel a little disappointed that it’s already over. We spent hours teasing each other for it to end without the ultimate high for me. “Wanna finish the movie?” I move to sit up, pushing those thoughts aside. Nico gives me a put off look.

“Uhhh… we aren’t done.” I look down at his softening shaft and then back into his face. I open my mouth to respond but then shut it again, not sure what to say. “Because I’m done we are done?”

“Well, yeah isn’t that usually how this works.”

“Not with me, baby. You’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.”

“Neeks, it’s okay you don’t have- oh.” I startle, snapping my head back into the pillow as his mouth moved between my thighs. He places teasing kisses all along the plumped lips. In the past, when old boyfriends would come early, that would be the end of this. Nico seems to have a different perspective. “Oh wow.” I whisper to the top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair. I pull his strands, mouth falling open to suck in a deep breath at the incredible circle his tongue forces along. I startle forward, quivering. He moans against my clit, making me buck harder into his face. His light stubble creates a friction that begins to slowly drag my orgasm to the surface. It’s incredible, deep and soft laps, then swift circles that make it hard to breathe.

Without me even asking, he slips his middle finger into my entrance, curling it up to hit the velvety spot I need him to. My abdominal muscles quake. I reach for his other unoccupied hand, placing it on my breast, so he can rotate my nipple between his fingers. I come hard against his lips, shaking into the tender kisses he leaves on my inner thighs. In a quick twist, he gets me to my stomach, then encourages my hips up into the air.

“I’m more than just a hockey all star.” He tells me as he strokes his plumped head through my sensitive folds. He’s rock hard, ready to dunk into the abyss again.

“Yeah you are, baby.” I groan as he slides in to the hilt. He’s so thick and deep. My head claps all the way back, lips parted and sobbing at the ceiling as he moves.

“Ugh.” He sounds tortured again. “You are so wet. Wish you could see how beautiful you look like this.” The slickness of me eases his thrusts and allows for him to pump deeper without any protest from my body. I reach around, gripping his wrist that holds my right hip. He leans forward, working his left hand around my stomach to press in a bit, making his cock feel so much deeper.

“Ooooo.” I breath out, quivering at how damn incredible he feels against my cervix. My teeth chatter in my mouth as Nico whispers in my ear.

“You’re taking me so good. Can you handle a bit more?” I nod and he presses deeper in. I become limp in his arms as my orgasm rocks through me. It’s so intense, Nico has to hold me up from collapsing off the bed. I pulse agressivly around him, pulling Nico off the cliff with me. He comes inside of me, smearing my walls unexpectedly.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” He sputters for a completely different reason. He pulls out, stroking the last little bit of cum out of himself in a half ditch effort to save the moment. “I am so sorry. Baby. Shit.”

“Nico.” I reach around, holding his thigh so he can’t leave the bed. “I’ve got an IUD. We are good. And that was perfect. Don’t ruin it by freaking out.”

“I just.. I love and respect you and we didn’t talk about that being okay-“

“Consider this me saying it’s okay.” I grunt as I fall onto the bed, melting into the mattress and looking up into his face. “Tonight and every day after this. Don’t change a thing for next time.” Relief relaxes his shoulders and face. He looks down at me, eyebrows pulling together in adoration of me. My face is pink, hair curly from the dilapidated bun and our hot bath. My skin is peppered in gooseflesh from his strokes. “What are you thinking?” I ask. HE is quiet, eyes get deeper, fingers stroking at my face. 

“That I’m looking at the rest of my life.”

I smile back, knowing I’ll remember this moment with him forever.

#Nico Hischier Smut #Nico Hischier #Nico Hischier Fan Fiction #New Jersey Devils #Hockey writing #My writing #writing request #you're welcome or im sorry

[heavyhitterheaux]

Nights in Miami (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER!!

Synopsis: When you harmlessly give another guy your attention that is not your husband, Jack decides to take matters into his own hands and teach you a lesson.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: Basically all of you lol

DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

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You and Jack had invited a few of your close friends to spend two weeks with you at the beach house you two had recently purchased in Miami.

You had recently gone on a girls trip about a month and a half ago to Miami and decided you wanted to have somewhere to go and escape for when you needed a break.

Of course your husband said yes when you asked him.

It was huge to say the least and looked over the water.

We had all of PG, Druski, Sza, Megan, Saweetie, Clay, Lil Nas X, Sunni, and Cope in attendance and just last week you were telling them how much you missed them so you decided this would be a good opportunity to spend quality time with them.

All of you were currently getting ready for a club appearance that you and Jack had and then the vacation could really begin since the two of you weren't booked for anything else for the rest of your time in Miami. 

You were currently looking for an outfit to wear as Jack came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I can’t wait to fuck you on the beach.” He whispered in your ear and you immediately rolled your eyes. 

“Jackman! Cut it out and no! I am not about to get sand in my vagina and be uncomfortable for the rest of this vacation.”

“I’ll put down a towel!”

“Take your little horny ass on somewhere while I get ready.”

“Please because we should have left an hour ago and here we are waiting on you as per usual.”

“Well if you stop pestering me about getting sand in my vagina then maybe I can get ready.”

“Seriously?!”

“You heard me, move it.”

“Gimme a kiss first.”

You rolled your eyes but of course gave into his request giving him several in the hopes that he would leave you alone.

“Now, hurry up.” Jack lightly tapped your ass before you rolled your eyes and made your way into the bathroom in order to get ready.

Jack then went downstairs to wait in the living room with everyone else and of course their first question was to ask where you were.

“Uh, baby girl is missing.” Clay said while looking around for you.

“You already know she takes forever. I never understand this. She’ll start to get ready before everyone else, but still be the last one downstairs to get in the car.”

“You should’ve known from her habits in high school that she wasn’t going to break out of that anytime soon.”

“It’s a damn shame and she is about to be late to her own funeral. I was surprised she was on time when we got married.”

“That doesn’t count because you went and got her and drove her to the courthouse.” Quiiso piped up and laughed.

“Forgot about that, you right.”

“Hopefully when you have the big wedding she’ll be on time.”

“Saweetie, you have now been put in charge to make sure that happens.”

“Why me?!”

“You’re her best friend aren’t you?! And more than likely going to be her maid of honor.”

“Oh, I guess you have a point.”

Within another twenty minutes, you were all piled in two black escalades on the way to the event. 

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, cozane, druski2funny, saweetie, and 3,459,182 others 

y/ninsta: Making an appearance at LIV with my baby jackharlow come and see us and we brought some friends along!!

jackharlow: damn my baby so fine 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby! stop! 🙈

jackharlow: y/ninsta I WILL NOT 😉

urbanwyatt: jackharlow yall better not fuck in vip like that one time

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I don't recall bby. jackharlow what is he talking about?

jackharlow: y/ninsta no idea mamas

urbanwyatt: yall get on my damn nerves 😑

druski2funny: we about to shut this shit down!

lilnasx: druski2funny please act like you got some sense when we get up in here

saweetie: lilnasx he never does lol

druski2funny: yall need to stop hating 😤

y/ninsta: I can't wait to pop my coochie so they better play theestallion when we get there

jackharlow: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME? You only popping that shit FOR ME. NO ONE ELSE.

y/ninsta: jackharlow well I guess I can give you a lap dance in vip 🤭

claybornharlow: NO! CUT THE SHIT! I DIDN'T COME ALL THIS WAY TO HEAR YALL FUCK ALL NIGHT

jackharlow: claybornharlow stop cockblocking little brother

claybornharlow: 🙄🙄🙄

Once you all arrived at LIV, all of you immediately went and got comfortable in VIP and since you and Jack were treating them the two of you let them know that the first round would be covered by you.

You and the girls decided that all of you wanted to head down towards the bar below and mingle with some of your fans since people had paid a good amount of money to see you so you figured it was only right.

Jack promised to keep an eye on you and told you if anyone made you uncomfortable that he would be watching and that everyone better had kept their hands to themselves. 

So, then it shouldn’t have surprised you when a random dude came up to you and started making small talk that Jack was annoyed. Jack could immediately tell that he was flirting with you and you were so oblivious and eating that shit right up which instantly made him pissed off.

“Got damn, Jack what is the problem?” 2fo asked while trying to follow his gaze. He was convinced that Jack was about to burn a hole in the back of this guy’s head for being so close to his wife.

“You already know what’s wrong. You know no one gets close to the first lady without his approval and it looks like someone just did without his approval.” Sunni replied while looking at how the guy leaned in a little bit closer to you and you then continued to smile. 

Jack’s jaw was now clenched at the scene in front of him.

He trusted you, of course he did.

But, the jealousy was getting the better of him and the last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene so he opted to address the issue later.

In the bedroom.

“Got damn, Jack if he gets any closer he might as well be in her draws!”

“Druski, if you don’t shut the hell up! You never know what the fuck to say out your mouth.” Lil Nas X exclaimed before looking at him in disbelief.

“What? Yall act like I’m lying.”

“Oh it looks like Saweetie went over there. Hopefully she did to try and save her.”

“Wait…. Wait…. Oh! I know he did not just try to give her his number.”

“That’s it!” Jack said while attempting to hop up off the couch and make his way down below.

“You better get your ass back here and not make a scene. Megan stepped in front of her and it looks like she’s telling him to back off. I highly doubt he knows you’re here. There’s no way he would have done it if he knew.”

“Well he’s about to find out. Fuck this shit.”

Jack then made his way downstairs from V.I.P. and over to where you and the girls were standing. He put his arm around your waist and turned you around to roughly kiss you.

“Oh, hi baby!” You said smiling up at him and bringing him into a hug.

“Hi mamas. I want you back upstairs with me.” Jack said while eyeing the dude who was clearly now uncomfortable from his presence. 

“Okay, I just wanted to get another drink.”

“I’ll get it, start making your way back.”

“Okay, come on ladies. It was nice meeting you Jason and of course you know my boo Jack Harlow.”

“Husband.”

“Likewise and yeah I’m a big fan of your music too.”

“Mm hmm, I’m sure you are.” Jack responded while looking Jason up and down as he kept a close eye on you as you and the girls walked back upstairs making sure you didn’t make any detours. 

“You about to get your ass torn up later.” Megan said and let out a small laugh. 

“What, why?”

“That dude was flirting with you right in front of your husband’s face and you didn’t notice?” Sza replied dumbfounded on how you didn’t understand what had just happened.

“Wait, he was?”

“Girl, please don’t tell me you’re that oblivious. He tried to give you his number before I snatched it out his hand. You ain’t about to have Jack mad at all of us.”

“I honestly didn’t know and besides everyone knows I only have eyes for Jack.”

“Apparently he didn’t. Jack was watching you the entire time and it’s safe to say that he’s pissed. I was trying to give your ass a signal, but you wouldn’t look at me.”

“No, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I honestly can’t wait to tell you I told you so.”

Jack had ordered you your favorite drink and then made his way back up as well. He handed it to you as he took a seat next to you and you happily accepted.

Jack was quiet for the rest of the night and you had a feeling that Megan was right.

Every time you asked him what was wrong, he would always reply with the same answer before kissing your temple.

“Nothing, baby.”

He was about to tear your ass up later and you didn’t believe him for a second and you were nervous as hell.

—--

You were on the balcony looking up at the night sky when you suddenly felt a presence behind you.

Jack placed his right hand around your neck and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"So, you out in these streets entertaining other dudes?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. How you about to flirt with someone else in front of your husband?"

"But I wasn't!"

"You sure about that?" Jack asked while his grip on you became tighter instantly making you wet.

"Babe, I would never…"

"But you did. And therefore your ass needs to be taught a lesson." 

Jack immediately reached under your robe you were wearing to discover you weren't wearing anything underneath it.

"Just like I fucking thought. You proved me right. Acting like a slut in these streets."

"I was literally about to go to sleep!"

"I don't even want to hear it so you can stop with the excuses." 

Jack then slid into you without warning making you gasp and you immediately gripped the rails on the balcony. 

"Oh shit, babe."

"Don't you fucking speak unless I tell you to. I'm mad as shit at you right now."

"But…"

"I swear if you don't close that pretty mouth of yours I'll make sure to find something to put in it to keep you quiet." 

Jack then increased his pace in and out of you and you couldn't help but to scream out in pleasure.

"I thought I told your ass to keep quiet?"

You tried to put one hand over your mouth as the other one was gripping the railing because of the force, but nothing was working.

Jack took it upon himself to stick two of his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on to keep quiet.

"You better take this shit and stop running away from me."

"Babe…. I…"

"You out here giving other dudes all this attention and you know you're fucking married?"

"I was just being nice! Fuckkkkk."

"Whose pussy is this?"

Jack was met with your whimpering instead of an answer so he asked you again.

"I asked you whose pussy is this?" Jack asked while increasing his pace in and out of you.

"Babe… fuck…."

"Mrs. Harlow, I am only going to ask you one more fucking time. WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS?!"

"YOURS!"

"That's what I fucking thought so your ass needs to start acting like it." 

"And stop running from me." Jack demanded as he held a tighter grip on you afraid that you would get too close to the railing and go over it. 

Knowing you and how you liked to run from him, he took extra precautions.

"And you better not cum until I tell you to."

Meanwhile downstairs Urban, Quiiso, Saweetie, Sza, and Lil Nas X were having a smoke session when they suddenly heard a consistent banging noise.

"Did yall hear that?"

"Oh shit don't tell me they bought this damn house and now it's haunted."

"No, I don't think so…." Saweetie responded while trying to listen closer. 

All of them were on the deck outside when Saweetie had the bright idea to look up and see Jack pounding mercilessly into you on the balcony connected to the bedroom.

"ARE YALL FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? CAN'T TAKE YALL ASSES ANYWHERE."

Now everyone came to see what the commotion was and followed Saweetie's gaze upward.

"YALL NASTY AS ALL HELL!"

"GO IN THE DAMN BEDROOM!"

"AYEEEE I SEE YALL!"

“CLAY YOUR BROTHER NASTY AS SHIT!”

“HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN!”

"NOW YALL SEE THE SHIT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS!" 

"JACK IS TEARING HER ASS UP!"

"SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO GO OVER THE RAILING!" 

"I knew this was about to happen. All because of that dude talking to her earlier. Jack was ready to kill him." 

"And they haven't even noticed that we saw them." 

"I FUCKING NOTICED AND DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" Jack yelled back down at them and they proceeded to bust out laughing while you were literally trying not to lose your grip on the railing.

"They literally cannot keep their hands off each other." 

You woke up the next morning with your arms wrapped around your husband and any slight movement was irritating indicating the soreness of your muscles.

Jack was already awake and scrolling through his phone when he felt you move.

He looked down at you briefly before looking back at his phone leaving you confused as to why he didn’t say anything.

A couple more minutes passed before he finally did.

"Y/N Y/M/N do not ever do that shit again that you did last night. You understand?"

"Damn. Full government. And first of all good morning to you too." 

"I'm fucking serious."

"Baby, I swear it wasn't done on purpose. You know I would never do that to you." 

"And like I said it better not happen again. Like I'm still mad as hell at you." 

"I don't like when you're mad at me." You said while poking his side and whining.

"Then don't be pullin stupid shit." 

"Is my baby jealous?"

"Y/N, I swear…." Jack responded while putting his phone down and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do you have to be jealous of Jackman? I'm your wife and no one else's the last time I checked." 

"Not the point, and you need to start fucking acting like it."

"Babeeeee, I'm sorry. We're on vacation and the last thing I want is for you to be mad at me." 

"Like I said make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Okay, promise." You stated while kissing his cheek.

"You know what?"

"What babe?"

"Get on all fours right now."

"Jack…" 

"Yes?"

"I'm too sore to move."

"Come here and sit on my face." 

Another hour had passed before the two of you heard a knock on your bedroom door and Saweetie’s voice could be heard.

“Uh, first of all good morning and uh if yall are done fucking each other’s brains out we’re about to go to brunch. That was definitely a sight to see last night and uh Y/N, you seriously do not be lyin in the group chat.”

“We’re coming, give us a minute.” Jack responded while coming up for air since he was still eating you out, but then he heard Druski’s voice.

“Y/N! He tore that shit up, huh? Bet your ass can’t even walk.”

“GET THE FUCK ON DRUSKI!” 

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[4pfsukuna]

Could I request a todo x fem! reader, where they go on a date to see a movie, but reader decides its a good time to surprise our big guy with some head? 😈

Love your writing BTW you're amazing!!!💕💕

Movie Date

Omg thank you bby🥹🫶🏾 and YES i absolutely can plus i threw in a lil bonus at the end cause i feel like i suck at writing scenes of giving head and 1k words simply wasnt enough.

warning: slight exhibitionism. And by slight i mean these mfs have no decorum. Sloppy toppy and Todo is a warning of his own.

“My beautiful brown goddess, my sensational tiger lily, my vivacious smelling princess—“ your boyfriend of 2 years purrs in your ear wrapping his large toned arms around you gently, veins bulging through the thick fabric of his black turtleneck silver locket with a picture of you inside dangling down.

To an outsider it would look like a monster of a man squeezing you to death but Todo was so soft and gentle with you he would dare lay a finger on you… in a way you didnt want.

“Were not skipping the movie to have sex” you push him off of you but like a charged magnet he comes right back clinging to you, this time his hands wandering your toned yet curvy body. The thin, nearly transparent, fabric of the bodysuit you were wearing with mesh on the sides that dipped deliciously between your breast and down your spine revealing your spine tattoo of a snake.

Your french tip toes peeking out from the strappy rhinestone heels you had on, an anklet with the letter T on it for him.

You looked like a full course meal to him and who hasnt heard of dinner and a movie!

“But—“ he pouts as you smack his hands away from your ass that he kept grabbing handfuls of just to watch the jiggle of it along with you thigh meat. He loved your thighs and loved when you came from him giving you head your thighs squeezing him in so tightly. It was in his top 3 places for his head to be and yes he had a list.

“No buts! You promised me a night out and i would love to continue on our night with the most handsome man in all of japan” you flirt standing on your toes to peck his jaw. He wants to keep pouting but the man is absolutely tender for you, he truly cant get enough of the way you shower him with love and affection.

“Plus if you buy me the collectible cup and pop corn bucket ill make sure—“ you begin as you swipe on another coat of lip gloss but his scoff cuts you off.

“Sweetheart ive already gotten the cups, bucket, tshirts and matching beanies” he pecks your forehead escorting the two of you to the car knowing the sooner you left the sooner you could come back and he could be giving you endless rounds! Your man was a pleaser how could he not be the sound of your moans nothing less than a symphony to him.

You had a plan though cause as down bad as Todo was for you, you were for Todo! You make sure to leave lots of lingering touches as he drives— running a manicured hand up his biceps, tracing your thumb over his jaw as you cup his chin while telling him how handsome he is and even resting your hand on his thick thighs dangerously close to where you knew all 8 girthy inches rested.

Its the way he swerves slightly when your pinky brushes the tip and he releases a shudder sending you a warning look. 

“My love ill hit the meanest u-turn and take us home right now” to which you relax at a tiny bit, there was no threat in his voice just raw lust. 

Its not long before youre back to teasing again.

“You just have the prettiest eyes and lips” you breathe kissing the corner of his lips using his length as balance his hips raising slightly into your palm.

 He was annoyed when you noticed he was circling the block to avoid getting to the theater.

Giggling as he grumbles all the way to the seats you tuck your blunt cut behind your ears making sure it’s fully out of the way for the devious antics you had planned. There were a few people in the movie showing, though none near you all at the front so when the lights finally go down so does your hand to his pants.

“I need you to stay quiet for me papa” you whisper into his ear placing a kiss on it before trailing them down his neck smirking when he exposes it more.

Rubbing his chub through the soft material of his pants he lets out a soft pant his eyes meeting yours when he pulls your jaw to his before giving you an open mouth kiss tongues clashing.

You were his little minx, a for sure tease so when you  Slowly start pulling out his length from his tight boxers he gasps into your mouth.

“Love i don't— ngh” he lets out a strangled sound when you flick your tongue over the tip eyes locked into his. You shush him tapping his length against your lips a popping sound soft enough making a bead of precum form.

Eagerly you lick the vein on the underside of his dick up to his tip earning a hiss as you push your lips down and around him. The sound of suspenseful music begins to play and you pull off with a pop swirling your tongue around once more taking him all the way to the back of your throat and he grunts out your name.

Looking up from his lap you watch his rough grip on the arm rest before winking at him repeating the motion of taking him all the way to the back of your throat three more times slowing down when the music does. 

“Y-you look so precious baby..Nghh..taking.. FUCK.. taking my cock down your throat like that” he stutters turning into complete putty for you

Pulling off to let spit drop from your mouth onto his dick you use both hands to create a twisting motion speeding up when the intensity of the music increases listening to the soft grunt of your boyfriend feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. You feel his hips rise and forcefully push them back down knowing how he LOVES it when you push, pull and bend him to your will.

The music completely stops and you pull your mouth off giving him a minute to catch his breath Todo instantly grabs you by your neck pulling you up to him tasting himself on your lips moaning softly in your mouth.

“I cannot wait to have your anklet dangling over my shoulder as i fill you up and fuck you so dumb tonight” he promises his hand grazing your nipples through the thin fabric. 

You grin, edging him for the next 45 minutes until you begin feeling the first signs of lockjaw and take his balls in your mouth sucking on them blissed out from how heavy they feel against your tongue swirling your tongue all around. 

“Baby… fuck… your mouth feels—” he moans and nearly whimpers as his hand finds the back of your neck. You could feel the familiar twitch in his dick and you knew he was close its only a matter of time until you could taste his perfect release but seeing him unravel under you like this was just to perfect!

 Your forced to exhale through your nose as his grip on your head holds you there giving your jaw and his will power a break.

His moans and whimpers— yes whimpers between you edging him he was starting to become overstimulated and the fact that you hadnt let him touch you smacking his hand away at every instance he wad loosing all restraint.

So When you hear the music picking up knowing it was the height of the movie you know its time. 

Placing your mouth back on his length one hand propping his length up the other massagin his heavy balls picking up spead with the intensity and depth of the music once more the bass rumbling through his chest until its at its peak your tongue swirls out as you take him deep down your throat. Unleashing your finishing move— moaning so the vibrations of your throat send motion waves down his length squeezing tightly at the base and his balls he falls apart with a loud fuck his load shooting in heavy spurts and everyone in the theatre screams at that same time he does at the jump scare in the movie.

He pulls you in his lap holding you close to his chest as he catches his breath chest heaving and legs twitching, hes still hard under you but the bright flash of a light makes its way to where the two of you are sitting.

“The fuck is your problem” Todo hisses at the dark haired teenager whos flashing his flashlight on the two of you.

“Im s-sorry sir! There was a complaint of wei-strange noises” they rush out immidiately taking the light of the two of yours faces and down to the ground.

“Yeah its a horror movie and the music was shaking my girl to the core” he semi-lies through his teeth and the kid apologizes running down the steps only to trip into somebody getting up sending a bucket of popcorn flying into the air fits of laughing bursting from the two of you.

“Mmmm how about we go home and make love on the balcony” Todo kisses your temple fixing your hair to the best of his ability and wiping off the remains of your lip gloss that smeared to your cheek.

Making love on the 16th floor balcony sounded amazing and you open your mouth to agree but all that comes out is a wrasp you instantly feel the soreness of your throat.

“Come on ill make you some tea too” he chuckles tucking himself back in his pants full on laughing as you hold up the bucket of popcorn.

“Of course we can bring the popcorn”

Bonus:

Sitting on Todos desk as you visit him bringing him his lunch the hed “forgotten” as he does every thursday Gojo walks in and stops slightly at seeing you.

“Oh Y/n! Nice to see you” he waves brightly with a few folders in his hand. You hold your throat and wave back watching as the white haired man tilts his head in confusion.

You let out 2 fake coughs..

“Im sick” 

Bonus bonus:

‘I was going to kill him. I was going to have him on the back of a missing milk carton. If i survived his torture.’ Is your only thought as you sit next to Todo his large arm over the back of your seat

“She’ll have a lemon drop” he dismisses the waitress fidling with the small black switch in his large hands. She nods happily walking off and you clench your legs as the buzzing in between  continues.

He smiles down at you faux innocence covering his eyes but the smile telling you he was fully aware.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” He ask opening the menu infront of me before turning to his own.

“Fuck you” you bite out trying to hold back a moan which you instantly regret. The vibration increases to such an intense pace you reach down ready to pull it out the when he subtly takes your hand placing it on his bicep.

“You better not” he threatens as he kisses the top of my head and you couldnt even help how turned on you were, it was rare Todo wasnt a soft Dom so seeing him like this had you dripping to your ankles. It was all his fault. As the waitress walks back with your drinks he grins telling her your order gripping your thigh smiling as he feels the wetness dripping down.

Licking his fingers casually your jaw nearly drops yet you thanks the heavens yall were seated in a secluded area toward the back.

“Todo please—“ you whimper ready to slam him on the table and ride him in this restaurant consequences be damned! clutching his arm you can see hes having such a hard time telling you no especially from the way his pants is forming a tent.

“Ah ah remember when i was begging for you before the movies— how you denied me” he reminds his fingers finding their home between your legs on the nub and pinching earning a tiny squeal.

“That was 3 months ago!”

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[babylovepresley]

okay first one

e.p taking care of you when your sick

and I’m thinking like a migraine where you just have to kinda wait it out… poor little bby man would be like ah 🥺 “sweetheart, I know you’re hurting..”

or even just like reverse the roles him being sick and just wanting you there constantly. Then being like no, I don’t want to get you sick. Then where are you going I want you

emmy darling this is so adorable! domestic!elvis is my weakness, and i’m currently coming down with a cold so this’ll be extra fluffy <3

tw: slight age gap (reader is 20)

“ ya okay pumpkin?” he calls out from the dining room, with a craned neck and falling smile

it’s poker night for elvis & the mafia, and by poker night i mean it’s nearing 1am and they are still scream-talking like it’s light out

after sitting on elvis’ lap for a couple rounds and then attempting one yourself, the buzzing headache lingering in the back of your brain had moved to put pressure on your eyes. a scratchy throat also emerged, followed by little sneezes throughout; whatever cold you had was coming in and coming in fast

“i’m okay e, ‘m just not feeling too well” you whimper out, trying not to cry on the couch in front of your boyfriend and all his buddies. you can’t help it, when you’re sick you cry; and getting babied never hurt anybody….

the scraping chair causes your eyes to flutter open, slightly bothered by the bright neon lights shining above you. the boys have seemed to stop talking, or at least whisper, and you hear them packing up their things & leaving one by one with a “g’night ep! bye y/n, hope ya feel better” in some variation

you look to the right of you, and here comes elvis, strutting over and leaning down onto his knees beside you with a small crack and an “aw fuck!”

“honey .. ya got any room up there? i just fucked up my knees” he’s joking of course but he’ll do anything to make you laugh; even if it means poking fun at himself; your older man

you giggle softly, always happy to see him smile but even that hurts your head, and so you start to sniffle and slowly cry

“aw baby whas’ the matter?” elvis coos, reaching out to hold you close, holding your head to his neck. you rest there, just letting him hold you as you sniffle little tears from feeling so restless in your oncoming cold

“m-my head hurts and and my throat hurts and i i can’t stop sneezing” you manage to get out through tears…. and being squished between his shoulder and neck…

“oh well ‘m sorry honey, lemme help you ‘kay? do you wanna go up to bed or stay down here tonight baby?” you nod at the idea of staying on the couch; anything to not move right now. he starts to stand up moving to the wall to slowly bring the lights down; no trace of light besides the lawn lights softly peering in through the window

elvis returns to your side once again kneeling beside you and resting his arms on the couch, gazing over at you while softly twirling your hair “there… ‘s that better baby?”

again you nod, feeling yourself get sleepy, but never able to get there because of the pounding headache. you sneeze; a pitiful little sound, and try to get comfy under elvis’ watchful gaze

when you look up at him, he’s got the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. all sad because he hates seeing you sick, but happy cause he wants to take care of you.

“alright lil mama here’s what we’re gonna do, i’m gonna go getcha some water and your p’jamas and you’re gonna stay there all cute and still-like, okay sweetpea?” you nod, your throat hurts too much to respond

your eyes close as you hear his footsteps traveling all around the house, when they eventually land back in front of you.

he’s got his pajamas on, and he brought down your matching ones (he loves to match with his pretty girl, what can he say?)

“okay honey sit up, c’mon” he instructs while pulling your dress and clothing off to put those warm silk pjs on; had he placed them in the dryer?

there’s nothing sexual about it, just a man loving and wanting to take care of the woman he shares his life with. these little bits of intimacy come so often with elvis; hand holding, lap sitting and head kisses are his favorites

“e, i love you thank you” you scratch out, voice hoarse as he hands you a cup of water to drink from

“shhhhh… i love you too angel, but no more talkin’ okay? go on getcha rest” as he moves his hands up to your temples, softly rubbing them and relieving all tension in your head

you fall asleep like this, holding his forearm that rubs sweet circles into your temples, him staring up at you like a goddess covered in moonlight before he eventually falls asleep, still on the floor, still as close as he can be to his “sick lil baby”(he affectionately calls you this the next morning)

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