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tsumtsumsthighs · 2 years

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May I get some soft requests with dazai and his s/o?💕

hi nonnie!! you absolutely can ask for that omg. i've been having severe dazai brainrot lately, i wanna hold him and give him a smooch 🥺

pairing: dazai x gn!reader

word count: 520

Dazai is, to most, an enigma.

His true feelings and motivations stay locked in a safe, so much so that even he forgets who he really is at times. Those who tried breaking open the safe were laughably unsuccessful. There have been those he tricked into thinking they really knew him, only to be left alone in the dark.

But you didn’t try, you didn’t judge, you trusted him. An unwavering trust Dazai had only ever felt from one other person in his life. It took time, and patience, but eventually Dazai simply handed you the key. He allowed you to finally look inside that infinitely brilliant and broken mind of his.

You place your mug of tea on the ring-stained coffee table before taking a seat amongst the cushions on the couch. You pull out your phone, deciding to indulge in a while of mindless scrolling. You rhythmically swipe and and sip your tea, late afternoon sunbeams lighting up the room.

A while passes, the sun almost entirely disappearing over the horizon, when the front door clicks open. You smile softly as Dazai wanders in, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat. He greets you with a tired grin, “I’ve missed you today darling.”

You scoot up to give him room to sit beside you, “Looks like you had a rough day, wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, “Not particularly, no.” He glances down at you, a playful glint in his eyes, “But I know what I do want.”

Before you can ask, Dazai unceremoniously flops down on top of you, making you screech. You want to scold him for scaring you, but his gleeful laughter stops you. He buries his face against your neck, leaving a soft kiss against your skin. You weave your fingers through his hair and tug softly, fingertips softly rubbing into his scalp. He lets out a long, slow breath, his body fully relaxing against yours.

“You’re far too good for me.” He mumbles.

“Don’t talk like that, Osamu.” you flick his ear softly.

He gasps loudly, “I never thought my dear beloved would resort to physical abuse! I take it back, you're terrible.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, “Says the one who pinned me down and tickled me for five minutes until I nearly peed myself.”

Dazai starts laughing again, almost obnoxiously loud. In fact, you’re almost sure if anyone else heard him they would think he is obnoxious. But to you, his laughter, his smile, his jokes, and even his dramatics are worth the world. You’ll never understand why he chose you, why he handed you the precious key, but you’ll always be grateful that he did.

“Hey Osamu?”

To most, Osamu Dazai is an enigma. The man is notoriously hard to read, one can never know what he’s thinking.

“What is it darling?”

Even so, one look into his tired brown eyes and you know; you can hear his thoughts loud and clear.

“I love you.”

But you can’t deny, it feels indescribably wonderful when you get to hear him say it.

“I love you more.”

#i just know that it would be a pain in the ass to gain this man's trust #but once he trusts you thats it youre his person and nothing will change that #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd x reader #dazai drabble #dazai x reader fluff #we just got a letter

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Ready for anything

A/N: To the person that sent in this request: I am soo sorry that this took so long to reply to! I found it hard to find motivation to write but I’m back now, so thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

Request: What about the reader travelling with tom and Harry, and when they are gonna order something she orders some weird stuff, and Harry is teasing her asking if it's pregnancy cravings, tom tells him to shut up and leave alone, when he goes to the other side of the airport Harry apologizes to you, and you don't say a thing, kinda looking behind you to see if tom was there and Harry is like: WAIT omg you are pregnant aren't you? And now is your turn telling him to shut up because tom doesn't know yet hahaha

Warnings: None I don’t think.

Travelling with Tom and Harry was very fun, although recently you’d been struggling, you’d found out last week that you were pregnant, the pregnancy test was stashed away in your bag as you figured out how to tell your boyfriend. It wasn’t that he didn’t want kids, he did, but the timing might not have been right for his career and it worried you to no end.

You’d travelled across America today and the flight left you feeling slightly sick, your feet felt tired and you in general felt tired. You’d spent half the flight asleep on Tom. You were between flights as you waited in the airport.

“I’m so hungry, wanna go grab something to eat?” Harry said as Tom nodded. You yourself were hungry but you were struggling to eat normal stuff, your cravings were all over the place and you’d done a good job hiding it so far but you weren’t so sure that you could this time.

You were craving pickles, Tom and Harry both knew you hated them. You’d spent so much time eating with Harry when Tom was filming that Harry knew your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand.

You ordered your food and Harry looked at you and you almost panicked, your burger had extra pickles on it, something he knew you usually requested to be off your food.

“Pickles?” Harry quirked a brow.

“Yeah, I um, I tried them a while ago and decided their not so bad.” You shrugged hoping it’d work. It didn’t.

“Y/N, you hate them.” Harry laughed. “Wait wait wait. Are you having pregnancy cravings?” He asked with a laugh and your heart stopped.

“What? No.” You said quickly.

“You sure?” He teased. “Do I have a niece or nephew on the way you’re not telling me about?”

“Harry, bro, leave her alone. People change their mind on food all the time. You like broccoli now and I remember when you used to cry because mum put it on your plate.” Tom said, always quick to jump in to defend you.

“I’m joking.” Harry laughed, you were glad neither of them had noticed the pale in your face.

“Just leave her alone.” Tom grumbled as he made his way into a shop he’d been itching to go into, leaving you and Harry stood outside.

“Sorry Y/N/N, I was only kidding.” He said, you were too wrapped up in how you’d gotten away with that interaction, too wrapped up in your own head to respond. “Y/N/N? You’ve not fallen out with me have you?” He panicked and you still couldn’t bring yourself to respond. “Wait a second, Y/N?” He said as he placed his hands on your shoulders, bringing you crashing back into reality. “Are you?” He asked seriously.

You only nodded quickly in response as you watched Harry grin.

“Oh my god! You are! This is so exciting!” He almost screamed and you panicked, making sure Tom hadn’t returned, eyes frantically looking for your boyfriend.

“Harry! Shut up!” You hushed. “Tom doesn’t know.” You admitted.

“He’ll be over the moon.” Harry said as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Will he? The timing doesn’t feel right for his career.” You admitted in a quiet voice.

“Tom has talked about you guys having a kid for the last few months, I think he thinks it’s a good time.” Harry reassured.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, he’ll be ecstatic, you should just tell him.” Harry smiled.

“Tell who what?” Tom said and your heart started racing, neither one of you had noticed his return.

“Nothing. I’ll tell you later.” You said, turning in the direction of your boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, instantly concerned at the look on your face.

“I-” You stopped yourself, looking at the mass amounts of people surrounding you. “Can we go somewhere a little more private?” You asked and he nodded, taking your hand in his as he found a very quiet corner of the airport, Harry giving you a small thumbs up as you walked away.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked as he cupped your cheek, thumb running over it.

“Please don’t be mad.” You said quietly, tears almost instantly filling your eyes. “I erm, I know the timing might not be right but I’m pregnant. Tom I’m so sorry if it’s not something you want right now.” You cried as you stuffed your face into his chest, his arms instantly engulfing you as he moved you slightly out of the way of any possible prying eyes.

“Baby, shh.” He hushed you as he ran a hand through your hair and kissed the top of your head. “I know.” He said and your ears perked up at that as you pulled away from him, confused expression on your face.

“What?”

“I know. I needed some paracetamol last night and you keep them in your bag don’t you?” He grinned, he’d obviously found your positive test.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, utterly confused, this boy was not the best at keeping things to himself.

“Wanted to wait until you were ready to tell me.” He said as he pulled you back into his chest, chin resting on top of your head. “Baby, I’m not mad. I almost woke you up, had to hold in my excitement. There’ll never be bad timing with you, I’m ready for anything and everything with you. This is best news I’ve had in a long time. Baby, I love you so much, nothing is gonna change that, in fact you being pregnant has made me love you that much more.”

You heart instantly lifted at his words, all of your fears disappearing in an instant. You loved the man in front of you so much that you didn’t know it was possible to fall more in love with him but here you are.

“Really? You’re not mad? You’re ready?” You asked and he smiled as he hugged you tighter.

“I’m ready for anything with you. I could never be angry at such good news.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff

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intynidad · 3 years

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Hi hi!! Could I request the dorm leaders (if that’s too many, your favorites!) with a child MC? (Parental or older sibling sorta relationship) (also by child I mean 8-10 years old) Have a wonderful day, drink some water and eat protein! 💕

@moomoo-mochi OMG THANK YOU??

I love this so much I’m just a sucker for this kind of prompt!!

Also, this will be based on how I acted as a toddler (spoiler I was a stupid kid)

a health potion with risu giggles for a fellow merchant!

(also sorry I didn't know what to write for iidia or vil and I didn't want to write something that I wasn't satisfied

The beginning

-you careless puppy, How many times I told the two of you to be careful!- professor crewel was scolding you and your lab partner...well at your lab partner more than you, you were kinda busy trying to get out of the cauldron to listen

You and your lab partner were assigned to do a regression potion that was supposed to work in reviving dead plants or turning rotten food into edible again but when you were measuring the exact amount of the last ingredient to finish the potion, somebody accidentally pushed you making you spill all of the ingredients...and yourself into the cauldron.

so now there you are extremely confused about what just happened and incapable of taking care of yourself for the 3 days the potion was supposed to last and now your lab partner has to take care of you until the potion wore off or mister crewel finds an antidote

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has an abusive mother and no younger siblings so our dear tomato is lost, he doesn’t know any rules that would help him take care of a little child so he asks trey for help (like most of heartsalybul when they have problems).

trey lets you eat pastries while riddle does his dorm leader duties but he looked away for a second and oops no child in sight...ok time to panic.

riddle was scolding some heartsalybul students that spilled all of the red paint in one of the chairs so now not only the other members of the dorm couldn’t continue painting but now the unbirthday party had to cancel and you know what happens when you break one of the queen’s rules

-OFF WITH YOUR- Riddle swung his magic pen

-wead!- riddle turn around to see you with a rose in your hand pretending it to be a magic pen

-off widd your wead!- you repeated swinging the rose up and down

riddle was stroked by your cuteness like a truck; he was speechless (also because picking roses was against the rules but lest ignore it) the two students he was scolding ran away because their dorm leader was picking you up and giggling at your little imitation of him

-nono Off, with, your, head!-

-off wid your wead!-

Leona kingschoolar

-agh how annoying- the savanaclaw dorm leader wasn’t a big fan of children and much less taking care of them, he probably was gonna throw you at Ruggie or jack, both of them had younger siblings so they could probably take care of you better but there is one thing he didn’t count off

-LEONA OJI-TAN-...fuck, today was the day Cheka came to visit his dear oji-tan, now Leona is not only stuck with a brat but with a furball too.

-who are them uncle?-(owo who this) Cheka waved at the child that was behind his uncle’s legs-hi I am Cheka, wanna play tag?!-oh ho ho this gives him an idea

-Cheka this is Y/N, your new playmate-the lion cub had a little sparkle in his eyes

-you two can play all day and ill be watching you from that tree so have fun-hell yea he was a genius Cheka and you are entertained, and he can nap is a win-win situation for everyone

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH- and there it goes his perfect plan

-oi, what happened- you were in sitting on the ground while hugging your knee and crying your heart out and Cheka kneeled beside you trying to comfort you

-I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to push you it was an accident- now he looked like he wanted to cry

-agh you two cut it out-Leona said in a low growl while kneeling beside you-is just a scratch don’t worry just let me-he picked you up.

now all of you were in his room he gently bandages your knee while Cheka was holding your hand for “moral support”

-kiss to make it better Leona oji-tan!-

-only if both of you promise to be more careful-Cheka nodded- ok “pain, pain go away *woshh*, there you go- you moved your knee and started to giggle while Cheka was already dragging you to continue playing, the two of you were lucky that both were cute because not everybody can see this side of Leona and live for telling it

Azul Ashengrotto

-Come, come everyone!-the leader of octaville tapped his fedora-For the price of 25 madol you can have for a limited time only a photo of our dear Y/N as a toddler!-

and of course, our dear capitalist Ursula is taking profit from this situation.

you were sitting in a little chair all dolled up while jade took pictures of you with different students and Floyd was taking the money from dose poor unfortunate souls

An hour passed and there were still about 50+ students in line for a photo when Azul notice something about you.

your hands were in the form of a tiny fist and your eyes were watery and you haven’t smiled at the camera for the last photos even when Floyd made funny faces behind jade you weren’t enjoying this.

usually, he wouldn’t care about it, he was making some good money and that was the important thing but you were different, you were his friend

-the lounge is closed, everyone get out, Floyd take care of that and jade-he looked for a second at you-make something warm for our little guest-

all of the students in line emitted different protest sounds but a look at Floyd grin and everyone was already on the exit

-sorry for all that little one- he lightly patted your hair-what about I pay you for your work with some treats?-

-*happy gasp* YESH!!-you hugged his leg with a strong grip-

-nee~ nee~, why Azul can have a hug from shrimpy and I cant?-

-FWOYD!! :D-

Kalim al asim

-Kalim, please calm down-Jamil said looking like he is gonna pop up a blood vessel

-LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y-he was let’s say...excited about this situation

-JAMILLOOKATTHEMTHEYARESOCUTEANDTINYIWANNATROWAPARTYFORJUSTTHEMOMGTHEYARESOCUTE-

-Remember to breathe Kalim and please calm down you are scaring them-Jamil said while kneeling to be on your level

-*gasp* I’m sorry y/n, I’m just so happy to be with you, are you hungry?-you give a quick nod

for the surprise of Jamil, the fact that you turned into a child made Kalim more independent???

he knew that crewel sensei asked Kalim to take care of you but he kinda assumed he is the one who will end up taking care of both of you.

-emmm Jamil-and here we go-have you seen Y/N around?-

-excuse me whAT??!!- Jamil shouted- HOW DO YOU LOSE A CHILD?-

-I didn’t lose them I just….temporally misplace them...OK YES, I LOST THEM BUT IS NOT MY FAULT WE WERE PLAYING HIDE N SEEK!-

-sure sure Kalim never anything is your fault-Jamil said between teeth-

Kalim could be a literal ray of sunshine but one of his bigs flaws were his “rich person behavior”

because he was spoiled and lived in a bubble he didn’t understand that his actions had consequences, in the good side he was working on it.

two hours had passed since that moment are you were nowhere to be found

now the scarabia duo was starting to panic

-OMG HOW IM SO CARELESS THAT I LOST THEM WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM IM THE WORST FRIEND IN THE WORLD-

-KALIM CALM DOWN, PANIC WILL NOT HELP IN THIS SITUATION-

-WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME-

-BECAUSE YOU ARE YELLING-

-*snore*-

-..............................-

-Jamil,...did that pillow made a sound?-

-I think so ?-

*SNOOOREEE*

and there you were sleeping under a big mountain of pillows you fell asleep while playing so that, why you didn’t, respond to the calls of the two boys

-ok Kalim we found them and I hope this had taught you a lesson about taking care of things...well taking care of people-

-oh for the great seven I thought I was gonna have a heart attack-

-now you know how I feel and I really would appreciate it if you used this experience to-

-*SNOOOOREEE*-

And now Kalim was sleeping beside you

great seven give Jamil patience and have mercy on both of you when morning comes

Malleus draconia

-arent you a little thing fufufufuf-

-old man be careful with them-silver said

you might be wondering, I thought malleus would take care of toddler Y/N?

Well, that was the plan...malleus is a reserved man, with no friends more than his two guards and the older fae that raised him, that was until he meets you, you looked at him in the eyes with no fear just a hint of curiosity.

you gave him his first nickname,”tsunotaro” a childish name that was almost disrespectful to the heir of the valley of thorns and one of the most powerful wizards of all twisted wonderland, yet you called him that silly name, you hugged him, you listen to him and he listened to you, you were his friend and precisely because that he left you at the care of Lilia, the mere thought of you screaming and running away from him made his heart ache

that always happened…

Malleus is used to that, since he was a child people looked at him with fear or caution but never with kindness except for one person, you

and he was determined to let that like that, but he couldn’t stop thinking what if something happens to you?

what type of friend he would be if he lets somebody take advantage of you in this vulnerable state?

a peek wouldn’t hurt

there you were, in the flower bed of ramshackle dorm both planted, taking dandelions from around and with inexperience and tiny hands crafting a flower crown too small for anyone except you.

he looked at you from the shadows carefully to not being spotted warding you like the dragon he is.

-hewo-small and tired eyes fixed behind a large tree

malleus was behind that tree…

-whats yowr name?-now standing up and slowly walking to the tree in question-are you shy?, is oke I won’t hurt yow-

like if a child could do any damage to him

-I made thwis fow you-you said reveling a second flower crown that was just a little bit bigger than the one in your head

you let the flower crown on the floor near the tree and waited, malleus knowing how stubborn you were he knew you wouldn’t leave so he left his hiding spot thinking about the screams and the fear your little face will have

-waaaa, you big! (giggles)-again, no signs of fear-uppa uppa!-you said while rising your hands to the sky and opening and closing your little fists

malleus emitted a low chuckle and picked you up, when you got to his eye level immediately went for his horns touching and grabbing all your little hands could

-you sure are a strange thing, little child of man-

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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i just read your fenrys fic and omg it’s so so good!!! i love your writing so much!! i was wondering if you could write a fenrys smut? ur smut pieces always hit different and ur one of the only people that i’ve found that writes for him

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: lots of smut, like this is filthy, lil bit ddlg dynamic but defo dom/sub overtones, daddy kink, spit kink, creampie, size kink, praise kink, degredation, bulge kink, overstimulation, not proof read so may have grammar errors sorry :))

a/n: okay my kinks rlly jumped out phew. this is pure filth but I hope you enjoy!! also thank you, fenrys is my fave and I think you can tell <33 (also Fenrys is the only character I would let baby me the rest can choke) (jkjk love them but still)

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“Gods you smell so good,” Fenrys breathed in your ear, his voice rough and deep as his hands circled around your waist.

“Daddy, we’re in public,” you complained leaning back into his arms as he pressed dizzying kisses into your neck.

“I know baby, we should get home soon. I can smell your panties getting wet, what are you thinking about huh?” you whined as he pulled away, his bulking size no longer pressed against your back as he pulled you away from the stall of rings you had been looking at. You grabbed his hand in both of yours and followed, tugging his hand so he would slow his pace, your legs not keeping up with his long strides.

“You daddy,” you answered meekly, and he grinned down at you, the sight of his canines making you whimper as you thought of the bite marks trailing your inner thighs.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your hair as he tugged you into his side, pressing a kiss to your head and keeping you tucked in tight as the two of you walked home.

The house you lived in was a sharp contrast to the palaces your friends lived in. It was a small stone cottage with a thatched roof and big garden, filled with vegetables, plants and flowers. Along with the cherry blossom tree the two of you had planted after the war, the sight always making you smile. Inside the cottage was the soft, book-filled, and blanket covered interior of your dreams. Everything was in shades of baby pink, sage green or brown, with hand knitted, crème-coloured blankets and homemade scented candles. There were also many crystals dotted about the house, your wolf an avid believer in the power of the moon, while you simply turned to them for comfort and strength.

Today as you entered your haven however you didn’t get a chance to breathe in the rustic, flowery smell, barely finding time to pull off your boots and long coat before Fenrys was throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you through to the bedroom.

You were thrown on your bed, landing on the plush pink cushions with a squeal and a laugh when the bed springs squeaked. Fenrys was quick to climb over you, covering your body with his as he kissed you deeply, his right thigh pushing between yours. You mewled and started rutting into his thigh, desperate for some relief, barely able to go a day without touching your mate anymore.

Fenrys cooed at you, “So desperate for me aren’t you baby, do you need daddy to help you?”

You nodded, crying out as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt. “Need you so bad daddy!” you whined, and he chuckle, kissing away your pout as you clung to his neck.

“Patience little one, let’s get you undressed first,” he pulled off you abruptly and you whined as he picked you up, so you were standing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. You were quick to pull off you clothes, hands fumbling with the back of your dress until Fenrys unzipped it for you, when you were just in your bra and panties he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you deeply again. You trailed your hands over his expansive chest, feeling his impressive muscles and rutting in his lap slightly as you moved to straddle him. You kissed for a few more minutes, Fenrys tongue completely dominating your own as he groped your ass greedily with one hand and tangled the other in your hair, tugging lightly when you moved too much.

“Lie down baby, daddy’s gonna eat that sweet pussy now,” he said, and you moaned into his mouth, hastily moving back, and lying on top of the white blanket you had knitted pink hearts into. He smiled at you as he moved between your legs, slowly pulling your panties down and bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent.

“Daddy don’t its embarrassing!” you exclaimed but he silenced you with a look,

“You never need to be embarrassed in front of me bunny, you know this,” he told you off and you frowned, nodding as he threw the panties away. He spread your legs for him, hooking the left over his shoulder as he moved in closer and smiled at the sight of your glistening pussy on display for him.

“So pretty baby,” he cooed, and you smiled, not forgetting your manners.

“Thank you daddy.” He smiled up at you before leaning in a licking a stripe up your pussy with a flat tongue making you squeal. He started sucking on your clit gently, easing you into it as he kept your legs spread with huge hands. His teeth ran over your clit gently and you moaned loudly, knowing he liked it when you were responsive for him and made the sounds he wished he could lap up.

Your hands fisted the soft bedsheets as he moved down, his tongue probing into your tight hole as his index finger came up and started rubbing soft circles on your clit. His thick tongue worked into you and he moaned at your taste, wishing he could bottle it and get drunk of you every night. The vibrations went through you like shock waves, and you cried out, grabbing his golden hair in your fist as your hips bucked up, legs shaking.

He pulled back, pressing kisses into your thighs, his lips and chin glistening with your essence, but he was soon diving back in and eating you like a man starved. He went back in with increased vigour, slurping at your folds and trying to drink from your endless supply of nectar. The thumb that had been making soft circles on your clit moved down and he pressed a finger into you, his cold hands creating a sharp contrast with your hot core. He slowly started pumping it in and out of you with a distinctive squelching sound.

“Daddy!” you cried out as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch hurting only for a second or two until pleasure took over your body, “Daddy, I’m going to come, please please can I come?” you begged, hips jolting as he dragged your clit between his teeth.

“Mmm wait baby,” he commanded, and you gripped the sheets tighter under your hand, your head thrashing from side to side as you held back from cumming. Fenrys added a third finger making you scream as he pumped them harshly in and out of your pussy, lips never releasing your clit from it’s beautiful torment.

You could feel your body heating up and you got nervous, never liking to come until you were allowed, Fenrys made it very clear that you weren’t allowed to do that, but you were struggling to hold on.

“Daddy! I need to come please! I can’t hold it,” you sobbed as he pulled his lips from your clit, replacing them with the rough pad of his thumb.

“Cum then baby, I wanna taste you,” he smirked as you mewled, legs shaking as you clenched around his fingers, cumming all over his hand with a silent scream. Fenrys pulled his fingers from you but continued to lap at your abused pussy until you were pushing his head away, too overstimulated.

When Fenrys sat up he smiled down at your worn out form, cock hard and straining against his boxers as he licked your essence clean from his fingers. He pulled his boxers down and discarded them, gaining your attention as you reached a small hand to his cock, wrapping your dainty fingers around it and pumping slowly. He moaned and enjoyed your touch for a few minutes before he was pulling back, settling between your legs and pushing into your tight hole, the two of you groaning as he slid to the base.

You felt so full, his huge cock pushing just right against your walls, your pussy hugging him so tightly as he began rutting into you.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you were for daddy. Hmm? Just his little slut, his little baby, you’ll let me take you whenever won’t you.” You babbled out pleas, unable to form a thought as he started pounding you into the mattress, “Look at you, such a good baby, so good for me. Always hug me just right, keep me so warm babygirl.”

“Daddy I need…” you cried but Fenrys cut you off.

“I know what you need and right now it’s to take my cock like the good little girl you are.” His hips were hitting your at a bruising pace while one hand came to tug your tits out of your bra, pulling it down just enough to free them to him as he reached down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. Your legs were wrapped around his lean waist and with every thrust his pubic bone rutted against your clit making you cry out.

“Are you going to come already baby? Can feel you clenching around me, so needy just a cock drunk slut,” he pounded into you and you sobbed, pleasure taking over your body.

“I’m going to come daddy!” you cried out.

“Do it baby, let go. I want to feel you soak me,” he demanded, and you fell apart around him. your back arched of the bed and your hands clawed at him back as you released over his dick, cunt pulsing around him and tightening even more than it already was.

He slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out as you came down from your high, rolling over onto his back so you were sat on his cock. You looked at him with wide eyes at the change in position, his cock being pushed impossibly deeper into you and making you mewl.

His gaze trailed down your body as he removed your bra, stopping when he saw a bulge in your stomach, cooing at you. “Oh baby, you poor thing, I’m all the way in you, can you feel me that deep bunny?”

You nodded at him, unable to form coherent sentences as you struggled to stay upright on his cock. “C’mon baby, bounce for me hmm? Ride me baby I know you can.”

You tried to lift your hips, only pulling halfway up before you sank back down, crying out from the overstimulation.

“You can do better than that baby,” he urged you on and you tried again, pushing up with your hands splayed on his chest, tits in his face. This time you managed a few more thrusts before you were practically collapsing onto his chest.

“Such a dumb baby, so cock drunk can’t do anything without daddy’s help.” Fenrys was smiling at your worn out form as he bent his knees, digging his heels into the mattress and wrapping his huge arms around your form, holding you close as he started fucking into you roughly.

The constant pounding of his hips was all you could think of, your mind completely blank. You were completely consumed by him, his smell, the taste of his sweat on your tongue, the feel of his rough, callused hands rubbing over your back and the fullness that came from being stuffed with his cock. You were soaking wet, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed and the smell of your essence was everywhere, driving Fenrys insane as he forced your body up and down his cock.

Your body had turned to putty as he used you as he pleased, his thrusts getting sloppy as he got nearer his release, the clenching of your pussy giving away that you were just as close.

“I’m gonna come baby, gonna fill you up till I’m leaking out of you, I wanna watch you leak me, wanna feel it.” you moaned into his ear at his crude words.

“Do it daddy! Fill me up please!” you sobbed out as you came around his cock, crying out as he slammed into you one final time. You felt his cum fill you, leaking out of you and down his cock as the two of you tried to catch your breaths after your powerful, bone shaking orgasms.

You looked up from your place on Fenrys chest and smiled softly at him as you leaned up to kiss him sweetly in thanks.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered against your lips and you giggled. He shifted and slowly pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact. He stood and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wiping himself down before kneeling in front of you and wiping you down too. He pressed a final peck to your pussy and you let out a breathy whimper, reaching out to him with grabby hands as he pulled on a pair of boxers before climbing back into bed, falling asleep with your head on his chest, content.

#throne of glass #tog #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam

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catcze · 3 years

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hey, it’s kiwi anon! there’s still a long wait until kazuha comes out (i play on the na server ;;), so i took it upon myself to write some cheesy thing i had on my mind. :)

warning,, it’s cheesy, lengthy, and comfort fluff because i happen to be into that stuff.. sorry, you have been warned!!

(there might be mild grammatical errors too,, sorry i haven’t written something this long in a while- ><)

(it’s also first person because i literally struggle writing second person stuff but i’ll work on it!!)

i’m here today to feed the kazuha simps. 💗

“

Eternity be,

In your fond embrace I find

The warmth in the storm.

”

Clouds shrouded the once sunny streets of Liyue in an unusual darkness. As the streets emptied itself of its plentiful merchants, a silence fell upon the harbor. Perhaps, it was a shadow looking down on my own misfortune.

For months, I had sat idly by the shores of Liyue Harbor, though my efforts were to no avail.

Although the spring had come along to introduce the snug welcome of blossoming flowers, I longed for nothing more than to return to the autumn, when the leaves showered from above and a strange breeze swept me off my feet. Except, that figurative breeze was a human.

I could only grasp what was left of the past and the memories of a mystery I could never solve nor have the courage to investigate, for his gentle smile was something no mortal could uncover. It was like holding onto a thin string that’s only mere seconds away from ripping apart; as the fierce winter wind blew and the sun rose and set in its ever endless cycle, I feared that the ronin had decided to follow his own promise-less wind and that our promise was too much of a burden for him to carry.

I breathed in the earthy scent of rain and heaved a heavy sigh. It was a day of unfruitful waiting made worse by the disruptive weather.

And though the clouds began to thicken and gather from above my head, I was in no rush to hurry into shelter: my show of stubborn grudge against my hapless fate. But as the thunder began to rumble and the familiar touch of raindrops on my skin multiplied, I gave in. I grunted as I stood slowly, still purposely taking my time.

As the fabric of my clothing began to soak and stick to my skin tauntingly, I strolled across puddles, unhurriedly dragging my feet along them. I watched my feet and noticed the ripples I made with each step I took. The little waves reminded me of him and his ventures out at sea. And as the rain poured seemingly without end, I began to dwell on the samurai’s safety. May the Sevens keep him safe through any storms he may face, I prayed to myself.

Storms at sea are treacherous, he once told me; just as the wait for his arrival was quite treacherous, with my patience almost completely spent.

This time, the walk to my home was unusually time consuming. Maybe, despite the rain, part of me refused to admit another defeat.

My pace came to a pause and I spaced out, asking trivial questions in my clouded head. But as I continued to stare down at the drenched ground, looking into my warped reflection, an unfamiliar figure came into view, caught briefly by the edge of my eyesight.

Perhaps, the streets weren’t as empty as I thought they were.

I felt sorry for blocking their path, so I began to shift forward. “Sorry, please excuse me,” I apologized. But when I began to lift my head, I paused in a sudden motion.

There stood my purpose, holding an umbrella; it was as if he was immune to the rain. My eyes traced along the features of his face, taking in the coziness of something so familiar. The depth of his fiery red orbs engulfed me in a newfound warmth in the cold rain. His gaze took in the scene, and we shared a comfortable silence for a while.

“What curious serendipity, Y/N,” he spoke in a soft hum, a tender smile creeping onto his face. I had forgotten how much I missed the way he voiced my name; there was nothing like it. He always spoke with poetic intent, like he was writing a song with his words alone and singing it as they left his lips.

But before I could speak, he abruptly interrupted, “Join me under the umbrella before you catch a cold.” He motioned me towards him with his bandaged hand.

I began to walk towards him, but after such a long wait, I couldn’t hold myself back from running into his arms. Instinctively, he let go of the umbrella and caught onto my figure. When he had processed what was happening, he chuckled lightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other around my neck, playing gently with my soaked hair and holding my head close to his chest.

His heartbeat matched the pitter patter of raindrops reaching the ground beneath us. There was no other feeling like this one, for the embrace we shared in that moment felt like something both of us had been waiting for for a lifetime’s worth.

Even as the rain poured onto our bare heads, it felt like autumn had returned once again; the raindrops almost reminiscent of maple leaves in the wind.

“Kazuha,” I mumbled, not knowing what to say next. “Yes, I’m here,” he answered affirmatively, resting one of his merciful hands on my cheek as his thumb wiped a tear that I never noticed I shed.

He was here and that was all that mattered.

- kiwi ! (writing out of self indulgence!!)

(i may or may not be coming for catte’s career. /j)

ajnd KIWI OMG THIS WAS SOO GOOD AAAA <3333

Baby I've been out of inspo for the whole day, so PLEASE Thank you for feeding the Kazuha nation for me 😭💞 My career is yours for the taking, love ♡ /hj

ajdna LITERALLY THO THis was so good?? OMG I'm so bad at putting my compliments into words because I just wanna scream aout how good it was!! But the writing style, the way you described things–– PLEASE I'm in love <333

akjnad That was literally so cute and so sweet and so aAAAA<333 Kiwi anon ilysm omg <333 Please feel free to send me these if you ever feel self indulgent again–– The Kazuha simps and I would be so thankful 🙏😭💞

Also I hope you get Kazuha soon my love!! I don't know how many more hours the NA server has left, but hopefully it's not too long!! <333

#Kiwi anon #Kisses from Catte 🦩#Kazuha x reader #Kaedahara Kazuha x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #akjsdnds PLEASE this was literally so good I––#Cw GN reader

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sopafa · 3 years

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PARAPLEGIC DOUXIE! AU P4

AO3 CH 4

All the windows on the Hospital's third floor cracked and exploded into a thousand pieces with a burst of blue light behind them. The rest of the building trembled to the beat of sobs and laments that echoed with anguish, within the hospital. Some of the hallways even stayed without lighting for a couple of seconds. The wails of sadness and desperation reminiscent of a ghost or a haunted mansion.

But there was no demon or monster on the inside.

Just a poor and broken soul with no relief.

A wizard that had misplaced liberty.

A boy that had lost everything.

Some of the personnel had to hold on to a piece of furniture or a wall due to the impact. Dr. Velasquez stepped back as the wave made him retreat.

But Dr. Lake-

She wrapped the wizard between her arms and cradled him against her chest into a hug.

Douxie didn't fight it.

Actually, Douxie did not move at all.

He let the woman move his hands around her neck and even allowed her to run her fingers through his hair. A soft and calming coo came through Barbara's lips in an attempt to calm him.

A few members of the hospital entered “alarmed” into the room; one even had a syringe in their hands with some sedative, just in case. But it was late, Ms. Lake had already taken charge of the situation, comforting the boy in her arms.

Douxie finally responded to the hug, grasping pieces of the doctor’s coat between his fingers. The wizard screamed and groaned until his lungs couldn't continue with more. He left sobs and regrets slip from his lips.

Even on the outside, people were able to hear him.

Claire's heart struggled when the wails reached her ears. Jim felt the tightness on his hands when Claire squeezed him.

It reminded her of "La llorona".

Douxie must have finally woken up.

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It was not the first time they had to rebuild Arcadia -and surely, it wouldn't be the last- so as always, the people of the town just ignored the fight among celestial demigods, trolls, or whatever-magic-being had attacked the city this time and focused on the getting back to their "normal" routine.

But, being honest, even when the buildings were raised again and looked barely new, it didn't feel the same. At least, not for the trollhunters team.

It was hard, spending a lot of time on the hospital, getting used to the flat white color of the walls, and the antibiotic-alcohol smell. It was just a lot.

Douxie was transferred from the ER to a rehabilitation center two days after he woke.

The new place was different. To say something.

The walls of the hallways among bedrooms were colored in beautiful pastel tones, each corridor was marked by a different color, there were playrooms, recreation rooms, a cafeteria, the exercise-rehabilitation gym, and even a pool for those that required aqua therapy -Douxie included- but even with the fancy installations and shiny colors, it still felt like some kind of hospital.

The uniforms were the same as the nurses from the hospital, and the way everyone talked to him made Douxie feel like an elder. An actual elder. It was as if the weight of his 920 years was finally having some effect on his body

Hisirdoux did not want to talk, he didn't even take the trouble to respond to the greetings of his personal nurses, that each morning asked him how he was feeling, and what he wanted for breakfast. He just stayed there, frowning with his crossing arms. He also looked away when they tried to convince him to eat something.

He didn't even talk to the team.

It was becoming tedious. They tried to visit him every day, but he didn't even looked at them. The moment they crossed through the door, he rolled his eyes and looked away, he would turn in the bed to face his back to them, but well... he couldn't move. At least, not yet without help.

And that was ever more frustrating.

That day his hope was on the floor, and he had absolutely no patience to hear the team again, so without even moving his hand, or pronouncing a single word, he casted a spell. The pillows on the sofa near his bed brightened in a strong blue, before flying into the faces of the kids that had just entered to the room.

"Dude" Steve screamed while the pillows forced him all the way out.

"Douxie-" Claire tried to hold on the door, but before she could put a foot back in the room again, the soap and shampoo of the bathroom rushed flying to her forehead. 10 points, straight to the witch’s white hair, or at least that would have been if she hadn't opened a shadow portal just in time to avoid the hit.

"Hey!" Jim turned to him, seconds before the door smacked right on his face. Lake stepped back almost losing balance. They heard a click, and then the entrance was closed. "Are you okay?" Jim looked at Claire.

Aja crossed her arms while Claire nodded to her boyfriend.

"So mean-"

"It’s not the first time" A nurse said from behind them. The black lady pointed at the wall behind them, and they were able to see a few marks of- What was that? "He likes throwing cleaning stuff at the wall- and us. We are actually considering removing his privilege of own personal cleaning products. Maybe we will use liquid soap. But yet, he keeps playing with the bottles Your friend is not very talkative, is he?".

Actually, he was.

The lady made a gesture with the hand to ask Jim to move away. The trollhunter did so, and the woman walked to the door.

"Uh- Miss? I think it’s-" Toby did not finish his warning about the closed door, the lady instead took out a set of keys from her pocket, and introduced it to the latch. She opened the door.

"We have already talked about this, Casperan. You can't keep throwing stuff on the ceiling." Her authoritative tone made the rest uncomfortable. "Maybe you should go". The lady turned to them with a sweet tone and a warm smile "He's kind of moody today- and he does not like visits when he's moody" Another floating soap was thrown to the wall. "Hey! Stop it! Right now!" She glared at the wizard, while the rest followed her advice, and left.

Another bad day.

"So- what made you so angry today, hu?" Sabrina -that was her name- saved the keys while approaching him. "Aw, man. You didn't even touch your breakfast again."

Hisirdoux snorted.

"Maybe you'll finally eat something at the noon" She smiled, but as always, got no answer. "Are you ready to turn around?" Sabrina took a pillow from the closet and left it on the bed.

The lady looked at the cat a few feet from her, and slowly smiled.

"This is not going to be comfortable" She warned -but Archie didn't knew if it was directed to him or Douxie-.

Then, she rotated the wizard to his side, before positioning the pillow behind his back to keep him from rolling back. She then grabbed another pillow and placed it between the boy's legs. Douxie groaned.

"I told you it was not going to be comfortable"

"It never is," he mumbled a little.

"What was that? You finally speak? OMG, I was afraid that you were mute. Thanks the lord," she joked. "Well, Mr. Grumpy man, I'm going to comeback in a few hours to roll you back."

"Whatever."

Archie looked at her from behind Hisirdoux, and mouthed a "Thank you" to her. The familiar knew his human could be hard sometimes, especially since the news. But Archie couldn't do anything but stay by his side, even when he was acting like a child, throwing things at everyone else.

Yeah, it was not correct, and that was not the manners that he had taught Douxie, but Archie refrained from commenting, and that nurse kept being sweet with them even with that attitude because both saw what nobody else did.

When the visiting hours end and the light from the hallways was reduced, during the silent and cold nights, Hisirdoux talks.

Maybe he did not show emotion through the day, but when nobody is watching but Archie, he lets them run until the breaking point. Each night, Douxie cried his soul. He cursed and swore with words, while fat tears rolls from his eyes. He forced the wails to stay inside his chest, but inevitably some sobs came out.

Archie is always awake, always on his side, purring to his chest.

Sabrina -the nurse- one night heard him cry. She didn't say anything, but stayed outside his room for hours, listening to each of the wizard’s words. The way he prayed among tears for help, for someone to save him from the suffering, from the pain. He begged for Archie's forgiveness because he didn't think himself strong enough to continue living, to survive the fear. Each time he closed his eyes he remembered the fall, the feeling of his life leaving his body, and he couldn't hold on for much longer. He wanted to throw the towel, he wanted to die. So he begged Archie to forgive him because he was going to leave him because he was not strong enough.

He was not.

#douxie #he just wants to make his dad proud #toa hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #archie #trollhunters #jim lake jr #toa #wizards toa #rise of the titans #toa wizards #post rott #remember the p2 of the fic that im writing #angst #injury #back injury #wheelchair #depression

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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omg requests are open yay! can we get a yan!Bully todobaku that have known the reader since childhood and constantly torment her and at some point kidnap her? everyone just seems to not give two shits about the reader so that leads to them giving her the excuse of “no one else cares about you but us” thanks babe ❤️❤️

If by childhood, you mean the first-year of UA, you’re in luck. I’m nothing if not a lover of spoiled, rich brats turning into Yanderes who don’t understand why their Darlings don’t love them, and I can’t say these two don’t fit the role.

Title: Attention Deficit.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Bullying, Mentions of Physical Abuse, and Slight Stockholm Syndrome.

You’d never really liked thinking of Shoto as a bully.

With Katsuki, it made sense. He was hot-headed, volatile, aggressive, and you were an underclassman in the Support Class with a bad habit of hesitating before you spoke and too much going on to deal with two students with too much time on their hands. It aligned with his track-record, his disposition, but Shoto didn’t have the same tells. The first time you’d met him, he’d let you borrow a pencil and didn’t meet your eye when you thanked him. The second, he’d tripped you in the hall and called you a name you'd rather not repeat. It wasn’t a subtle change, it was barely even a change. One morning, he was sweet, and by the next, he wasn’t. There wasn’t a transition, there wasn’t development, he was just different. He was worse when he was around you, but that couldn’t be your fault. It just... it didn’t make sense.

You guessed that didn’t matter, though. Whatever his motivations were, he was still a bully. Both of them were.

Well, kidnappers might be a more appropriate term, now.

Katsuki’s grin was as mocking as he always was, wide and toothy and awful as he dragged you into his lap, his legs crossed underneath him as he made himself comfortable on the meager cot you called a bed. They’d explain that this - the bland, bleached thing that was your current bedroom - was a transitionary precaution, that eventually you’d settle down and be able to sleep with one of them, and they hadn’t taken it kindly when you told them you’d rather spend the rest of your life in a glorified prison cell. But, that’d been weeks ago, and Katsuki didn’t seem to have a problem with the way you glared as his arm looped around your waist, anymore, limiting your squirming while his free hand rose to pinch at your cheek, the gesture less playful and more threatening than it should’ve been. “The brat’s sulking, today,” He chuckled, choosing to ignore the way your nails dug into his forearm. “What happened while I was gone, Icy Hot?”

Shoto’s redeeming features were few and far between, something you’d learned the hard way during your captivity, but you were grateful for his stand-offishness, the way he always kept himself at arm’s length when Katsuki was around. Whereas Katsuki never hesitated to harass you in front of your friends, cornering you between classes and tormenting you in public, Shoto preferred his privacy, even if that meant dragging you into supply closets and following you on your walk home. There wasn’t any need for that here, in the seclusion of his own home, but he still seemed reluctant to act unless the two of you were alone. It might’ve been the only reason you tolerated Katsuki. His touch repulsed you and he was never gentle, but you savored every moment Shoto wasn’t draining the warmth from your body, wasn’t burning your skin just to see how much heat it took to leave a scar. At least his gaze was the only thing that could harm you, when he was so determined to stand-guard against your bedroom door.

“Everything was fine until you barged in,” Shoto countered, his voice as frozen as his demeanor. All crossed arms and stiff silence, lacking Katsuki’s bristling heat, but never managing to balance it out. “You should be more careful. (Y/n)’s still adjusting, you can’t expect them to improve if you’re not patient.”

It was a hypocritical sentiment, considering his patience often came to an end as soon as Katsuki wasn’t there to critique him, but Katsuki only huffed, letting out a low, lazy sigh as his grip around you tightened. You winced at the sudden pressure, attempting to push yourself away from his chest, but if Katsuki noticed your futile attempts to free yourself, he didn’t seem to care. “Angel, is that true? Do you think I’m not being patient enough?” He didn’t give you time to answer, not before his fingertips were digging into your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head back and meet his eyes as he spoke, even if his attention was still idly flitting between you and his stoic companion. “Patience is something they’re gonna have to earn, if they want it. Teaching them a lesson now will be easier than lettin’ them think they can get away with anything they want. I don’t know about you, but I didn’t spend three years putting this off just to spend another day holding myself back.”

Shoto opened his mouth, but you were talking before you could hold yourself back, if only to remind your captors that you still had a voice. They tended to forget, when you went quiet for too long. “I don’t have to earn anything. If you two think I want any of this, you’re both insane.” You paused, forcing yourself to take a breath. To calm down before you told them something they really didn’t want to hear. “Someone’s going to come for me, and they will get me out of here. I’m not staying a second longer than I have to.”

Shoto and Katsuki exchanged a glance, quick and fleeting, but a glance all the same. There was a moment of silence, of tense, thick silence, and then, Shoto’s neutral expression broke into a smile and Katsuki laughed.

You’d always hated it when he laughed.

“Isn’t that so cute,” He cooed, pulling you closer. This time, Shoto took a step forward, then another, perching himself delicately on the edge of your bed, his lips just barely tilted upward at the corners. He extended a hand, cupping your chin as his thumb traced over your cheek, and you didn’t try to hide the way you shuddered. Judging by the sparks of amused flickering in his eyes, he didn’t seem to care. “You think all your little friends are still out there lookin’ for you.”

You stiffed, squaring your shoulders defensively. “They are.”

“They’re not.” Shoto’s declaration was crueler than Katsuki’s, if only because of how casually he said it, how little it seemed to affect him. As if it was just another fact you hadn’t known. As if he wasn’t saying it to hurt you. “I mean, think about it. You weren’t going to be a Hero, just a sidekick, and you weren’t even that, yet. It’s not like anyone’s going to notice you’re gone.”

“And if anyone does, I doubt they’re gonna drop everything to come to your rescue.” You had to grit your teeth to keep quiet, not to scream for him to stop. You knew what he was going to say, you knew you wouldn’t like it, but Katsuki didn’t seem to care about that. He’d never cared before, and you weren’t sure why he’d start making an effort now. “Remember how long it took for someone to report us? We got away with our bullshit for months, and even then, it’s not like we got in trouble. The big guy’s daddy could get him out of murder, if he wanted to.” Shoto narrowed his eyes, but Katsuki’s brushed him off, continuing as he pushed a slow, lingering kiss into your hair. “Everyone who cares about you is already here. There’s no point in leaving, not when we’re the best you’re gonna get.”

“That’s too harsh,” Shoto protested, but he didn’t move to comfort you, didn’t try to deny it, didn’t even stop touching you like he had any right to your affection. Katsuki only laughed as he went on, running a hand through your hair, his hold on you loosening absent-mindedly. Recklessly. Carelessly. He was talking, but you’d stopped listening. You didn’t want to listen. You didn’t want him get to you, and you didn’t this.

And yet, you didn’t try to get away. Not as Katsuki sneered, and not as Shoto grew more brazen, his hand dipping from your face to your shoulder, eventually falling to your collarbone to fiddle with the collar of your shirt. You didn’t like it, but... they were right, in a way.

You didn’t know if anyone else would care enough to make you this miserable.

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oh-my-may · 4 years

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Pretty setter squad with a s/o who finally graduates High School

requested: I’m the one anon who commented on the daichi fic last night,,, I was right I stayed up way too late for someone with college orientation in the morning,,,, anyway, can I request literally any setter of your choosing with a s/o who’s a year younger than them and is finally graduating? like how they’d be just a super proud and happy boyfriend? thanks in advance, and I hope you have a good day!!!!

I couldn’t decide for one so I just did the entire setter squad :D I wrote this while on a train ride and had this finished in no time, it was so easy to write so enjoy!

Sugawara Koushi:

He’s literally more excited than you omg

You really have to tell him to chill and relax because that boy is shaking with excitement

When you get your diploma, he’s clapping and cheering so loud you blush so hard because a) he’s just so cute and adorable and b) you’re embarrassed

But afterwards he gives you the biggest hug ever and is so smiley and happy, constantly having an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist, pulling you close to plant small kisses on your head and forehead and always mumbling something like “you did so well”, “I’m so proud of you” etc.

Really can not wait until you guys start a future together, his eyes are shining the whole day

Will dance with you the whole time, only lets your dad or siblings take over from time to time

Really you’re both just having the time of your life at your graduation/prom

Kageyama Tobio:

He may not show it on the outside, but he’s really nervous

His leg is shaking the whole time when he’s sitting in the crowd during the graduation ceremony

Can not wait to just hug you, pull you close and not let you go ever again

Because the past year has been really rough for both of you, his career and school constantly getting in the way of your plans to see each other

But now nothing could get in the way as you already made plans of moving in together and you chose a career where you’re really flexible with your time management so you can even visit him at a lot of games

So his head is just filled with all of these thoughts the whole day, his eyes shining proudly when you take your diploma

After the ceremony you just run up to him and he hugs you so tight that your feet lift off the ground and even though he’s not the biggest fan of PDA he’ll kiss you right then and there on the spot

For the rest of the day he feelsl a little awkward, not really knowing how to deal with all your friends coming up to him and asking questions, some even want to dance

He doesn’t really dance though, offers just one dance to you because he thinks its obligatory and he just wants a special moment with you

Kenma Kozume:

He’s paying attention to something other than his games for ONCE in his life

Honestly probably doesn’t feel that comfortable in the crowd of random people just sitting around, but he does it for you

He may look expressionless and unimpressed to other people, but when you get up on stage to take your diploma there’s a small smile on his face that you notice and you’re the only one he’s clapping for

Also he probably looks really cute in a suit, don’t @ me

Not one for PDA but after the ceremony he will engulfe you in the biggest hug he’s ever given, not caring about who’s around and if people are watching, he’s just glad he will have you to himself now

In the evening his patience leaves him and he’s just constantly at your side, asking when you guys will be going home. When you suggest that he can go without you and you’ll just return later, he protests and stays because he doesn’t want to leave you alone today

He doesn’t dance with you but watches you the whole evening, a small smile on his lips

When you get home eventually he will tell you how happy and proud he was of you as you guys cuddle and fall asleep

Secretely took pictures of you the whole day and they all look lovely af, he puts them as his desktop and phone background

Oikawa Tooru:

Omg the most formal man ever

Comes in his best suit looking good and fancy af, you almost have to laugh

He’s a little impatient, he just wants you to get your diploma and get out of there so you can spent the time with him

His eyes are just on you the whole time and you constantly feel his glance on you, always turning around to him and then you guys exchange air kisses how cute

He’s so glad you’re finally out of High School so you can spend more time together, he already has everything planned out

At prom he’ll show off to everyone, he has the fanciest dance moves and just swirls you around the whole time until you’re dizzy and all your friends want to dance with him lol

He just looks so god damn fine and he takes 1000 pictures with you, some normal and some really crazy ones

A great day with him

Akaashi Keiji:

Babyboy is so smiley and happy :(

He looks SO good with his suit and all

Has tons of tiny gifts for you, even before the day even starts

Probably records the whole ceremony and just the back of your head and he always whisper-shouts so you turn around and laugh, winking and waving at the camera which makes his heart melt

He’s so proud of you and will tell you exactly that countless times that day

He also makes sure you’re constantly by his side and OMG he is like the best dancer ever, it even surprises you

You take one of these typical prom pictures but it looks so good he even makes it his background on the phone

Holds your hand the whole day and he always smiles down on your intertwined fingers, thinking how from now on everything will be less complicated and you can spend basically every day together

He’s so charming, everyone loves him (even your teachers, whom he asks for dances in the evening lol)

Miya Atsumu:

He’s so chaotic, how did he himself even manage to graduate?

I’m guessing he was not always top of his class and only had volleyball as his future so his graduation was more of a necessity, but yours is a whole different thing

You’re so much better in school than him and he’s so proud, really can’t stop the big smile on his face

Also he probably looks really good, not wearing your typical formal suit but more of a relaxed version of it with just a jacket and a nice shirt but honestly that’s enough

Cheers inappropriately loud for you when you take your diploma lol and then shows you a thumbs up and you just blush and smile

Definitely dances with you, but not so many couple dances and rather dances along to some pop music or whatever they’re playing

Also judges the other girls and guys, quietly whispering into your ear how horrible he thinks their clothes are and you just laugh the whole time

But he’s so in love with you and lets you know the whole day, definitely has a big bouquet of flowers for you after you get your diploma and when you take the flowers he actually says some really cute words that make you tear up

A chaotic man, probably the one that smuggles alcohol into the drinks but he’s so smooth with it no one notices lol

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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 years

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She’s Mine

Peter Parker x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Reader seems to be getting a lot of attention because of her curvy figure and Peter gets jealous, to say the least.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection!)

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You had always been the curvy girl at school and for years, it was the worst thing ever. It had brought you constant bullying and teasing and it almost ruined your self confidence. People had always told you that you weren't going to get a boyfriend unless you lost weight and that you were never going to be considered beautiful because of your size. You proved them all wrong when you got together with your loving boyfriend, Peter Parker. He was the sweetest boy you've ever met and just from the first time he asked you out, you were pretty sure you were in love. You had been wary at first, believing that he was trying to play a joke on you or he asked you out on a dare but slowly, you tore down your walls and you've never been happier. If possible, you were teased more because you had a boyfriend, people telling you that you were too big for him or that he didn't deserve you but you didn't care. You knew Peter loved you and that was good enough for you.

it was nerve-wracking to come back to school after summer break and you were worried that the bullying was going to start again, but nothing prepared you for what actually happened. You'd gained some more confidence and a new wardrobe courtesy of your parents, with more revealing and form-fitting clothes. You were walking to your locker and you swore you could feel people’s eyes on you as you took out some of your books, but whenever you turned around there was nobody looking in your direction. But that was only the beginning of it all.

Nobody said anything about your weight and some of the more popular boys were being nicer to you. Nicer than they've ever been before. They would hold the door open for you, ask if you needed any help in class and you also noticed that there weren't any empty seats around you like before when no one wanted to sit next to the fat girl. It was almost flattering, but the suddenness of it all made it too strange to appreciate the attention. When you told Peter that you thought people where acting differently, he said that you were just imagining things, that maybe your recently improved self esteem made you see things in a more positive way.

You had hesitantly agreed and tried to not take any notice but Peter was only just starting to see what you meant. He saw the looks all of the other guys were giving you when your weren't looking. He noticed the way that all stood behind you in gym class when everybody was stretching. He could see how all of them were quick to steal all the seats next to you so Peter had to sit practically on the other side of the room by himself. To say he was annoyed was an understatement but he just thought it was him being insecure so he didn't want to say anything to you.

Right now, you were in gym class with Peter, Ned, Michelle and a few others. You were stretching next to Michelle, using her as a leaning post before stretching forward to reach your toes. It was then that you felt a harsh smack to your ass and you jerked forward, spinning around to see Flash stood behind you with a huge gin on his face and a few of his friends behind him. Too shocked to do anything, you stood frozen while Michelle didn't hesitate to push Flash away from the two of you and your gym class teacher, who had seen everything, sent Flash to the principal’ s office.

You looked over at Peter, who was glaring at Flash as he left, jaw clenched and fists shaking. When you asked him if he was okay, he said he was fine but you knew it was a lie. He seemed to perk up a little bit when you said that you were going to stay over his place tonight though. The rest of the day seemed to go past quite quickly and you were thankful that you didn't run into Flash again, you didn't know if you had the patience for it.

It was finally the end of the day and you were practically skipping your way home to pack your stuff for Peter’s. Within an hour, you were headed to his apartment and knocking on the door. You had been expecting his Aunt May to open the door, so you were a little surprised to see Peter in the doorway. He was shirtless and panting a little, making you struggle to keep your eyes on his face. He stepped to the side to let you in, “Sorry, I was cleaning up for you, Aunt May is out for the night and she left me a bunch of chores to do.”

You smiled, “You didn't have to do that Peter, but that's really sweet.” You put your bag on the floor next to the couch and flopped down onto it, taking up most of the space and hanging your arm over your eyes, “Ugh, today has been a long day, I think I should get cuddles.” Peter smiled and grabbed your arm gently, “C’mon, we can go to my room, it’s comfier there.” You laughed, “Yeah right Peter, you just want to get me in your bed.” He blushed and you couldn't help but laugh a little more as he pulled you down onto his bed, having you against the wall and him lying next to you, the two of you facing each other.

You felt Peter’s arms go around you and you smiled, closing your eyes and moving your leg over his to keep him close. It had only been a few moments after when Peter moved his hands further down to grab your ass. You stayed still, “What are you doing?” He frowned, “What? I can’t touch what’s mine?” You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes to look at Peter, “You've never been like this before...OMG, you’re jealous aren't you?” Peter scoffed but his blushing cheeks gave him away.

You shifted closer to him and pressed your lips against his in a soft kiss, “Well, you don't ever have to be jealous, I’m all yours, Parker.” He smiled but you were feeling a little turned on knowing that he was jealous of those other guys. You moved your hand to his bare chest and bit your lower lip, “But maybe you need to show me that I belong to you?” Peter’s eyes widened as he realised what you meant before eagerly rolling the two of you so that you were lying on your back and Peter was above you.

He kissed you again, more passionately this time, his hands grabbing the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up to your chest. He pulled away from you just long enough to take your shirt off before he kissed you again. Your hands went to the waistband of his grey sweatpants and slowly pushed them down over his hips and he kicked them off onto the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. Peter pulled away for air and you were both left panting for breath but Peter didn't stop. He moved his head to your neck where he placed small kisses along your skin, trailing them further down to you collarbone.

He reached your bra and his hands came round to unclasp it and slowly pull it off your body. It wasn't he first time that the two of you had been intimate with each other but it always felt like the first time for Peter, being able to look at your body that was only for him. His hands held your soft waist as he leaned down to flick his tongue over your nipple, listening to your soft moans. Your fingers ran through Peter’s hair, messing it up. Your back arched to press your chest into Peter’s face, leaning your head back onto the pillow.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach and while before, you may have tensed up or softly pushed him away, you loved feeling his gentle touches on your soft tummy. His fingers hooked under your pants and panties and pulled them both down your legs together, kissing your thighs and legs as he did so. You pouted as you were the only one naked and couldn't help but lick your lips when Peter took the hint and took off his boxers. Already, he was hard and you couldn't help but moan at the sight of his hard cock, spreading your legs to let him get between them. His hands slowly brushed over your thighs, hips, stomach and sides before he leaned down to rest on his elbows.

He locked eyes with you, “Are you ready, baby?” You nodded and bit your lip as he shifted his weight onto one arm to use his hand to line himself up, rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, feeling how wet you were already. You cupped his face with both hands to pull him down for a kiss when he thrust into you. Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your legs around Peter, gripping him close.

Peter groaned and pulled away from the kiss to press his forehead against yours, looking down at you, “You’re all mine.” You nodded, “Yes Peter, all yours.” He leaned back tp grip your thighs around his waist and sped up his thrusts, his eyes focused on the hypnotic way your breasts bounced in time with him. You closed your eyes from the pleasure and your hands cupped your breasts, playing with your nipples to add to the feeling of Peter’s cock deep inside you. You moaned his name out loud and gasped when he started fucking you harder and faster, “That’s right, say my name, only I can make you feel like way.”

You could feel yourself getting close to your climax and told Peter, who only sped up his thrusts and moved his hand to rub his thumb over your clit, adding to the already pleasurable sensation. Whining and squirming on the bed, you bit your bottom lip hard to not make too much noise as you came, clenching around Peter’s cock. He groaned from the feeling, knowing he was also close to cumming. Not wanting to risk it, he pulled out of you and stroked his cock until he came, his cum landing on your stomach and breasts. Peter sat back and panted while you giggled a little at seeing yourself covered in Peter’s cum, “I think I can consider myself officially marked as yours.”

Peter blushed, his confidence fading a little now that the moment was over, “W-well I can’t do this in public so I have to remind you somehow.” You smiled, “You don't have to remind me of anything, I’m yours and you’re mine and that's how I always want it to be.” Peter smiled and held his hand out for you to take, “Lets go shower and then we can cuddle properly.” You grinned and hopped off the bed, taking his hand, “Sounds like a deal to me.”

#peter x reader #peter parker x reader #x plus size reader #plus size reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader #marvel x chubby reader #marvel x plus size reader #marvel #peter parker x chubby reader #peter parker x plus size reader

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prettybiching · 3 years

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Okay writing this is 😳 but here goes: can you write a John King x fem reader fanfic with rough, unprotected sex where she goes back to work with cum dripping out of her 🙈

+ Omg your John King fanfic is my life. Thank you thank you thank you. Can you write one where they’re in the studio and JK bends her over his desk?

+ First of all, thank you for your amazing writing and for opening John King requests. It’s everything I never knew I needed. Second, I’m not even going to ask for this anonymously because I have no shame anymore. If you’re open to it: John King fic request: female reader x Map Daddy. Spanking.

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Pairing: John King x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ mature scenes (viewer’s discretion is advised), rough sex, choking, sir kink, spanking, unprotected sex ( don’t do that ), dirty talking, I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2,335 words

Note: My last John King oneshot did way better than I expected lmao. Decided to join these three requests together because,,,I got WAY into it xD

PS: Feel free to request anything on my inbox. I promise I will write them, I’m just a slow af writer. Thanks for all the love and support, mwah!

You knew what was coming for you even before John asked you to join him in his office after the show.

He had been busy the whole week, barely paying you any attention. So, you decided to take matters into your hand. At first, it was your outfit that he noticed, the red dress he loved so much clung onto you in all the right places. You chose to ignore his unmoving burning gaze. Instead, you conversed with the camera crew and the producers.

However, the last test of his patience came when you texted him a picture of what you were wearing underneath, his favourite lingerie.

You tried not to giggle in anticipation, hearing him take a sharp breath before locking his phone. His eyes shifted towards you, a smirk plastered on your lips. He shot you a menacing glare, warning you not to tempt him. If it were any other day, you would've obliged like a good girl, waiting for your turn, but not today. Today, you wanted to be a brat.

"John?" you called out for him, fluttering your eyelashes at him, feigning oblivion to his current state.

He turns around at the sound of your voice, looking seemingly unbothered. Without saying a word, he gives you a once over, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the veins of his exposed forearms. No, your resolve was not going to melt.

"Come here," he instructs, his voice is calm yet commanding. If it weren't for his blown pupils, you might've thought the past hour didn't even happen. You roll your eyes, not wanting to give in to his demanding demeanour, no matter how aroused you were.

Your feet remained glued to the floor, unmoving. Once John took notice, he tried again. "Y/N," his voice was stern, leaving no place for a counter-argument, "I said, come here."

He is leaning against his desk, his arms crossed across his chest as he watches you come up to him, a hint of a devilish smile on your lips. You stand between his legs, only an inch between the two of you.

"What?" you bite, feigning disinterest.

He lets out a cocky laugh, shaking his head. "You're walking on thin ice, sweetheart," He says, and you have to bite back a moan at his tone. "How about you lose that attitude, do what I tell you, and I'll be nice."

However, you don't want nice, not after he's been ignoring you for a whole week. So, rolling your eyes, you cross your arms.

"No, I don't think I will."

The look on his face tells you he wasn't expecting that answer. Yet, he recovers quickly, a smirk growing on his lips before he swiftly leans forward and grabs your wrist, yanking you between his thighs. You have to catch yourself on his broad shoulders as you stumble from the firm tug, your stomach flush against his chest. His fingers fall to the back of your thighs before sliding up until they rested on your ass. He gave your cheeks a tight squeeze, holding you against him.

"You want to be a brat today, huh?"

Despite the tingling anticipation in your core, you're not about to give in easily. You were going to make it as strenuous for John as you could. You shoot him a glare, clicking your tongue, "Who said I'm in the mood?" You tried to push back against his shoulders, trying to create some space between the two of you, but his grip on you is unyielding.

"You are not in the mood, you say?" he asks, leaning against your ear, his warm breath over your skin, and you nod, trying not to gulp. "Then why do I smell you from here?" he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and subconsciously, you tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your bare skin. His fingers creep beneath the fabric of your dress, playing with the hem of your panties.

By now, your panties are soaking wet. After waiting for over a week for John to touch you, fuck you again, you were getting desperate. The way carried himself during the taping of the show didn't help either. Fuck him and his sinful mouth and intelligent brain.

His eyes remain fixated on you as he hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides them down your legs, until John leans forward, his cheek brushing your hip so he can pull them down himself. You step out of them, and his back straightens up, putting the piece of ruined fabric into his pants pocket.

"Bend over the desk."

"Baby, c'mon. We don't have time, just fuck me, you can spank me all you want later," You let out a whine, tucking out your bottom lip in a pout.

"So suddenly you are in the mood," he arched his brow. "Bend over the desk, now! You don't want to piss me off any more than I already am," he states sternly.

You unhurriedly move from in between his legs, but you are too slow for his liking. Before you can react, John again yanks you by your wrist before pushing you against the desk. One hand gently settles on the back of your neck, holding your head down, and the other starts trailing down your hem before slowly creeping up your thigh, tucking up the skirt of your dress, until you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet pussy.

You clutch the edge of the desk with your palms, edging yourself and before you know it, the hand on your leg lifts itself up and strikes your right cheek. Your body jerks rightfully but the fingers around your neck tighten, preventing you from moving too much.

“Not so tough now, huh?” He says, stroking the sore skin. “How many do you think you deserve?” you shrug as best as his hold on you allows you. “If I remember correctly,” he pauses, just to brush his fingers against your pussy lips, smiling to himself when he feels the arousal leaking out of you. “You were being naughty.” He spanks your other cheek. “Sending those pictures when we had all those people surrounding us.” For that, the next hit lands on your right cheek again and you didn’t think before you dare to open your mouth.

"Really? You haven't fucked me in a week. If you keep on doing that I'll have to start taking care of it myself."

“Just for that, I’m adding five more for raising your voice at me and disobeying me.”

He spanks you for everything he listed, caressing your sore butt in between each hit and you are on the verge of crying, the tears in your eyes about to fall down your cheeks. When you think John is finished, you release a relieved breath, but suddenly, he strikes you three more times, without any break and you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, the tears finally rolling down.

“That was for rolling your eyes at me,” he growls before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers, “now, what do you call me when we are alone?” You just need a minute to catch your breath to reply, but he’s not having it. “Answer me right now, or I’ll spank your ass raw, you won’t even be able to sit right. What do you call me?” he asks again.

“Sir,” You whimper quietly, and he smiles.

“Good girl.” He forces your body up with the hand on your throat and adjusts you on the desk, but before you can make yourself comfortable, he grabs your hips, pulling you up, so your ass is in the air.

His touch disappears for a moment and when you adjust your head to be able to get at least a little peek at him, your cheek pressed against the hardwood desk, you see him loosening his tie. He grabs your arms and crosses them at your wrist on the small of your back, tying them together with the piece of fabric.

He kisses each palm and then continues up your bare arm, licking, sucking, and biting, until his lips reach your shoulder covered by the short sleeve of your dress. “You okay, sweetheart?” He knows you are, but just to be sure.

“Yes, sir,” you smile, and he kisses the exposed skin of your neck.

Then, he kneels on the floor behind you, coming face to face with your glistening cunt, and he needs to adjust himself at its sight. He curls his fingers around your thighs and starts kissing them, getting closer to your core and his eyes close on their own accord when he inhales your smell. His lips finally make contact with your lower ones, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance before he pulls away and hums, leaving you trembling.

“John!” You whine from the loss as your frustration grows, and he bites the tender skin of your ass.

“Baby, call me that one more time, and you aren't coming for a very long time.”

Your breath shudders when you exhale, “I’m sorry, sir.”

If it was any other time and any other place, he would take his time to properly punish you, but someone could knock on the door any second, and John has honestly been dying to devour you all day.

He spreads your cheeks and leans forward, finally burying his face into your cunt, his tongue finding the little bundle of nerves, and you moan, your eyes rolling in your head from the feeling of his soft tongue relieving the ache.

He takes the bud between his lips, sucking harshly and you buck your hips, causing him to grunt, and the vibrations go straight into your clit, more slick dripping from your hole. He didn't let a single drop go to waste as he licks up to your entrance, slurping the juices along the way before he starts plunging his tongue in and out of you. You bite your lip, trying not to make too loud sounds.

“That feel good?” he pulls away to ask, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he waits for your answer, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

“So good, sir. Let me cum, please,” you whimper and he smirks.

“You’re lucky we are in a time crunch or else I would take my sweet time to take this sweet pussy apart,” to emphasize it, he thrusts his thumb into you and pinches your sensitive clit between two fingers, another moan escaping your lips.

He slides his thumb back down to your clit, quickly circling it as he dives into you again, massaging your walls with the soft muscle until the knot in your belly starts tightening. You bite onto your lips to prevent yourself from screaming as the dam finally breaks, and you are cumming, John, drinking up everything your pussy has to offer and he needs to force himself to pull away, your taste almost too addictive.

Before you know it, the sound of his belt clanking reaches your ears, and a moment later, you feel his hand on your hip while the other gets a hold of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself slowly into your heat. He groans while you mewl, filling you to the hilt and giving you some time to adjust to his size.

He starts with slow thrusts once he feels you constrict around him and the hand that wasn't bruising your hip grips the knot that holds your wrists together, giving himself leverage when he begins to quicken his pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So tight.”

And he feels incredible, too, his cock reaching all the right places, the familiar tingling reappearing again as your thighs start to quiver. He leans over you, his chest to your back as his hand on your hip slides down and starts rubbing your clit.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. God.”

“Please, sir.” You mewl, and he growls at your innocent voice, picking up his pace even more so, his thrusts becoming harder and your tied hands grasp his wrist.

“Cum for me, baby.” He nips at your ear and with a few more thrusts, you’re cumming again, not able to hold in the moans anymore. He rides you through it, chasing his own orgasm and when you feel his hot cum filling you up, he stills, his breath brushing your cheek as he pants.

Once he comes down from his high, he kisses your jaw and stands up, pulling himself from your heat, and you hiss at the feeling. He puts his cock into his boxers and zips his pants before he unties your hands, revealing the light red marks on your wrists. You stretch your hands a little before you bring them under yourself to lift yourself up, the skirt of your dress falling back down around your thighs and covering your now-glistening intimate parts. You can feel his warm cum trailing down your thighs as you attempt to stand back up.

Turning around, you stay leaning against the desk, looking up at John with those big eyes that make him weak in the knees. The corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of your dishevelled state; your hair is messy, your lips were swollen red from biting on them, a trail of dried tears run down your cheek and his cum still dripping out of you.

When you went back in front of the camera, you were evidently chirpier, your skin glowing and if anyone knew why they didn't bother bringing it up. Although, John's wide smirk when he watched you limp back to the studio might've given it away.

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myherowritings · 5 years

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Kitty Kisses

Overview: Your boyfriend and your cat don’t get along. Bakugou keeps trying to come up with different ways to get your cat to finally warm up to him.

Word Count: 2,171

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Author’s Note: I never knew that fact about cats! That’s so cute, omg! I’ve actually never been a cat person, but once I entered the BNHA fandom… It’s like I can’t escape them now. Those little furry tsunderes are growing on me. :P

“That thing hates me.”

“Maybe he wouldn’t hate you if you stopped calling him that thing.”

“Tch.”

Bakugou stared at the cat in front of him, eyes narrowing as it seemed to hiss at him when you weren’t looking. He didn’t know what you saw in that cat. It was rude and arrogant and walked around like it owned the place.

But when Katsuki saw you playing and interacting with it, rubbing its little cheeks and scratching its chin, he supposed it couldn’t be as bad as he thought.

There must be something about the cat he just couldn’t see.

He huffed. “I’m not going to be nice to your cat if it’s not nice to me.”

“Well, I’m sure Mr. Mochi would be nicer if you didn’t glare at him every time you saw him,” you said, sticking your tongue out as you petted the cat between its ears. “You brought this upon yourself, really.”

“The first time I saw Mr. Mochi, it attacked me before I even did anything!”

“To be fair, you do look a little intimidating at first,” you said defensively, holding the cat close to your chest. His eye twitched. “He was just trying to protect himself. Just give him time and he’ll realize you’re a big softie.”

“I’m not,” Bakugou snorted. But he let out a sigh when he saw your pleading look, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “But since you made it clear he’s not going anywhere anytime soon, I guess I’ll have to try.”

“See?” You grinned. “Softie.”

“Say that one more time and I’ll change my mind.”

With a small burst of laughter, you rested your head on his shoulder and gave him a chaste kiss on the jaw. “No. You won’t.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, a begrudging smile on his face despite himself. “Hmph. Whatever.”

- - - - -

“Come here, cat. I have a treat for you.”

Bakugou carried with him a bag of goldfish-shaped salmon cracker treats. They were made of eggs, flour, and most importantly fish. He knew your cat loved all things tuna and salmon and he wasn’t above exploiting that weakness.

Holding a single treat between the pads of his fingers, Katsuki let out a sharp whistle as he tried to catch the attention of Mr. Mochi. When it paid him no attention, he grew impatient.

“Don’t you want the damn treat, you ingrate?” he growled.

Seeming to notice his frustration, the cat simply trotted even farther away from him and onto your lap on the opposite side of the living room.

“What the fu--?’’

“Nice, calming words,” you reminded, offering Mochi your hand which it licked with no qualms. Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “Mocchan will warm up to you sooner if he doesn’t see you as a threat.”

“If your cat thinks I’m a threat now, just wait until I get--!”

“Katsuki!”

He exhaled a heavy cloud of air to calm himself down, accidentally crushing the salmon cracker between his two fingers. Feeling relatively more level headed, he tried again.

“Mochi,” he called softly, his voice sounding gruff and uncomfortable even to himself. “I have something for you.”

You redirected your cat’s attention to him with a snap and the cat stared into his eyes, unblinking. Bakugou shivered. What the fuck did everyone see in these creatures who looked like they were glaring into the depths of your soul?

He took a handful of crackers out of the bag and laid them on the palm of his hand. “If you don’t try it, neko-chan, you’ll regret it.”

“Bakugou, saying threatening things in a quiet voice does not make it nice.”

“This is hopeless, then!” he cried.

“It is not!” you fired back, picking Mochi up and bringing the cat closer to him despite its mewls of protest. “Look, he would love to eat these treats. Wouldn’t you, Mr. Mochi?”

You walked over to him with the cat in your arms before sitting down on the couch by his side. The cat eyed the treats curiously but refused to move any closer.

As you examined the jar of treats, you pursed your lips thoughtfully.

“Katsuki-chan…” You studied the small fish-shaped crackers that looked too authentic to be store bought. “Did you make these yourself?”

His cheeks flamed as he shook his head, ready to deny it. “Are you kidding me? That-- That’s ridiculous!”

“Hmm.”

“I didn’t!”

You tilted your head to the side without saying a word.

He groaned. “Okay-- So what if I did?”

It wasn’t like they were much work anyway. Bakugou just combined three ingredients and threw them in an oven. It didn’t matter that it took him an hour to punch out all the dough into bite-sized fish crackers. Nor did it matter that his hands smelled like salmon for the remainder of the day.

Your face broke out into a grin.

“Stop staring at me like that, baka!”

You grinned wider. “I knew it.”

“Knew what!?”

“You do like Mr. Mochi!” you exclaimed, making your cat give you a feeble high five. You turned back to him with a satisfied look on your face. “And deep down, Mr. Mochi likes you, too.”

Bakugou snorted.

“Here, give me a treat. I’ll give him one first to ease him into it.”

Begrudgingly, Katsuki handed you a goldfish-shaped treat and watched as you fed it to your cat. Mochi sniffed it skeptically for a moment before softly gnawing at it from between your fingers. With a satisfied crunch, the cat finished the treat and blinked expectantly at you for more.

You gasped. “He likes it!”

Bakugou couldn’t help but puff his chest out at that. “Well, obviously. I made it.”

“Does this mean you’ll bake something for me next?”

“Do I have to bribe you if I want you to stay with me?”

“Maybe,” you said, giggling as he ruffled the top of your head. “Now, you try feeding him one!”

With a determined nod, he took a treat from the jar and held it out a safe distance from the cat’s nose. He made sure not to look Mochi in the eye as he offered the food to him slowly.

In a split section, Mochi tore the treat away from Bakugou’s hands and turned around before eating it, making sure to whack him in the face with his tail before running away.

He blinked, unsure of what just happened. “Was that a good thing?”

You scratched the side of your head with a sheepish grin. “Well, not exactly. But… I would say that’s progress!”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes as the cat stared at him challengingly.

“Progress, huh?” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just you wait, Mr. Mochi.”

- - - - -

“Y/N, come here.”

You glanced at him questioningly, raising your eyebrows as you continued rubbing Mr. Mochi on the cheeks.

“I have an idea,” Bakugou said, giving the cat a sideways stare.

“Oh?”

“I read something online that said if a dog sees their owner showing someone trust and affection, they’ll be more likely to accept attention from the person.”

You blinked. “But Mochi’s a cat.”

“Well, there was no research about how to make a damn cat like you! The only advice they had was ‘don’t give up’ and other useless shit,” he scowled. “This is close enough.”

Laughing at his disgruntled expression, you walked over next to him, Mr. Mochi examining the scene from behind. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to try.”

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Bakugou extended his arm out as you drew nearer. When you were close enough, he hugged you firmly into his chest, gently stroking the length of your hair down to your back.

You stood there for a while, motionless except for the slow touches, as you tried to hold in your laughter.

“Do you think he learned to like me yet?” Bakugou asked in a loud whisper.

Standing on your tiptoes, you peered over Katsuki’s shoulder and looked around. With a confused blink, you glanced back at him.

“Um-- Kacchan?”

“Hmm?”

“Mochi isn’t even in the room anymore.”

He stiffened, swearing under his breath as he reluctantly let you go.

“Are you kidding me? The only time that cat decides to move its lazy ass from this room is when--” Exhaling through his teeth, Bakugou shut his eyes. “Never mind. It’s fine. This is fine.”

You patted his shoulder comfortingly, offering him a small smile. “Maybe if I’m petting Mocchan while you’re hugging me, this’ll work.”

Katsuki blinked. “Huh?”

You tilted your head. “Isn’t that what you were trying to do? Transfer some of your aura to me so he’d get used it it?”

“What the fuck?” Bakugou stared at you in mild concern. “I was trying to get him accustomed through observational learning, not by hoping the affection would transfer from your body to his!”

You mouth formed a small ‘o’. “Huh. That…makes more sense.”

With a defeated sigh, Katsuki patted the top of your head as you registered what he just said with a dazed look.

That was a failure, he thought. He would just have to try again tomorrow.

As you snuggled deeper into Bakugou’s arms, he spotted Mochi sauntering back into the living room with a lifted chin. The cat spotted his owner and peered curiously when you shut your eyes and rested your head on his chest.

“Now you decide to show up?” Katsuki said, shaking his head when he heard the sounds of little paw prints. “You really are something else, neko-chan.”

- - - - -

Today was the fifth consecutive day in a row Bakugou had been over at your house for over four hours. And of those four hours, he spent three of them trying to make progress with Mr. Mochi.

But as the time went by, Katsuki could feel his patience wearing thin.

“This is going nowhere!”

“What do you mean?” you asked with concern, glancing over at the two of them on the floor. “I thought you were making progress. He even ate a treat from your hand the other day.”

“I thought so, too,” he groaned, pressing his hand against his forehead. “But now all he’s doing is staring at me and blinking slowly!”

You dropped the slice of fruit you were eating, looking at him in shock. Slowly, a big smile spread across your face and Bakugou furrowed his brows in worry.

“Mocchan is blinking at you?” you repeated.

“Yes,” he said, a little uncomfortable. “And he’s doing it in a weird way, too.”

You hid your smile with the sleeve of your oversized jacket and he could’ve sworn he heard you squeal. “He’s giving you a kitty kiss!”

“He what?”

Katsuki tilted his head as he watched you blinked at him slowly, imitating Mr. Mochi. Your lips were flushed and parted ever so slightly, and your lashes cast a shadow on your cheekbones as you opened and closed your eyes at him.

Somehow, he found it cuter coming from you than from the cat.

“That’s a kitty kiss!” you chirped, a bright smile on your face and Bakugou found his cheeks warming up. “Cats convey a lot through their eyes. When he stares at you unblinking, he’s either threatened by you, or he’s most likely trying to intimidate you and show that he’s the superior animal--”

“Pfft. He wishes.”

You laughed before continuing your explanation. “If he’s blinking slowly with his muscles relaxed, he’s showing he trusts you enough to be vulnerable in front of you.”

Bakugou glanced back at Mochi and saw him gently trot around the floor, walking back to him and slowly shutting his eyes. Without second thought, Katsuki blinked back, hoping to return the kitty kiss quickly enough that you wouldn’t notice.

He was fairly certain you noticed, but you hid your reaction behind your sweater paws as to not embarrass him.

“So, he…trusts me?”

You nodded.

“Tch. Took him long enough,” Bakugou said dismissively, but deep down he felt something like happiness and satisfaction at the thought. And judging by the twinkle in your eye and the grin on your face, you knew he was more pleased about it than he let on as well.

You walked over to his spot on the floor and took a seat next to him, holding your hand out to attract Mochi’s attention. Mochi climbed into your lap with a soft purr, stretching his forelegs out so they were resting on Katsuki’s knee.

“Good,” you said, smiling at the sight as you placed your head on Bakugou’s shoulder. “Now my two favorite boys are finally getting along.”

With an amused huff, he brought his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Sure, but I’m the number one favorite, right?”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully, petting Mochi’s ears between your fingers. “It’s a close call, but yes-- You’ll always be my favorite.”

Katsuki patted the top of your head, mimicking you with a sideways grin. “And I suppose you’re my favorite, too.”

A/N: So cute, so soft, I’m crying. TT.TT I have no clue what my crackheadass was on when I wrote this, but it was very fun so I hope y’all liked it. :’)

On another note, cats are tsundere. Bakugou is tsundere. Bakugou is a cat. Thank you 9th grade geometry.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Hello Erika, my darling dear 💕Might I request some nail-biting comfort from Arthur? It's easily my worst habbit- I bite down to the quick and sometimes I bleed from it without even noticing. I was getting better before the pandemic, but now most nights I have to put bandaids on before I go to sleep because the stinging keeps me up (in fact I wear them most of the time now since it's the only thing that makes me stop- ugh- but hey, at least it's a good opportunity to provide some hand fluff🥰)

Eggggg ~ omg hi darling!!🥰🌷💖 hand fluff is the cutest thing omg especially if it’s about Arthur!!!! He speaks with his hands and he lives in the world through them and it’s so beautiful and tender. I can relate to this in a way - I have a really bad habit of picking at my face and as someone who’s had constant acne for over a decade it’s a Problem. It usually happens mostly when I’m anxious or when my hands aren’t busy, and thinking of Arthur helping me with stopping that habit is always very calming and soothing. I hope that this piece does something similar for you! If there’s anything I can change here because you dislike it or it isn’t true to you, please let me know! I love you so much omg 🥺😭💗OH and as a surprise - I personalised this piece for you skskskkssk I hope you like ittttt ~ 💜

TW; mentions of blood and self-inflicted injuries (nail biting). Implied NSFW at the end (lmao I’m not sorry).

Word count: 2,256.

You had done it again.

You had known that you would, despite telling yourself that you wouldn’t, for habits were hard to break and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop yourself from biting your nails. It was a subconscious action, one which increased when you were concentrating or when your anxiety heightened, and it was only too easy for you to bite your nails right down to the quick, and making yourself bleed was also a common occurrence. You never intended to bite your nails, and you definitely never meant to relapse once something far outside of your control had happened and turned your entire world upside down in the worst of ways, but you now had something, someone in your life which you didn’t have before.

You had your sweet, ethereal, beautiful Arthur Fleck, and now that he was in your life did you know that never again would you know even a single day without him. You didn’t want to know life without him, for he had given you everything that you never knew you had needed right up until the precise moment that you did. Indeed was it much the same for Arthur. He had waited almost thirty six years for you, and he would wait that same length of time all over again, for you were worth all of everything he had ever gone through and would undoubtedly continue to go through, unkind was life to he. You were soulmates, meant to be, and there was nothing either of you wouldn’t do for the other.

The usually grey Gotham sky had been especially blackened over the most recent days and the overhanging clouds were heavy with copious amounts of rain, so stormy was the climate. The weather wasn’t something you could prevent or change and there was nothing you could do about it once it started, but even so did it get in the way of the two of you going to your favourite little place to work. There were other places you could go but nowhere was as good as your place and it seemed that with the weather being as it was and your work being affected by that, and your mental health seeming to plummet specifically on the weekends, your habit of biting your nails had worsened and it was all Arthur could do to keep on top of it. He did it not because he had to, but because he wanted to; his heart ached to think of you being kept awake by the stinging in your fingers and many a night had he helped you to wrap them in tiny plasters so that you could sleep. Arthur took such good care of you that you almost didn’t have to do any self-care at all, and you did everything you could to love him just as hard. In taking care of each other were your own selves taken care of, so equal were the two of you in every way.

Arthur was currently sat beside you on the worn sofa. Every time you raised your hand to your lips, your front teeth nibbling at the material there, for daily did you make yourself bleed and nightly did you apply plasters so that the wounds could close up overnight, Arthur smiled wearily. “No, Gen,” his soft rasp would gently caress your ears and his fingers slid easily into the spaces between your own. Of course were you whole individuals but it seemed sometimes that you were made to hold each other’s hands, Arthur’s touch upon your body as familiar to you as your own. Arthur pressed kisses along your fingers and the backs of your hands, taking note of when you winced or hissed in air through your teeth, so badly did your fingers sting. “I know, darling,” Arthur did know, for he had his own habits which caused him harm, and he would never berate you for yours. He only ever met you with understanding, with kindness and with all the patience in the world. Arthur was only ever gentle with you, and so tender was his expression of love that sometimes it made you cry. How had you ever gotten so lucky? If only you knew that Arthur asked himself that same question about you every single day. Your mutual disbelief, awe and, oh, the love, was what would keep you together during even the worst of times.

As the morning news wound down and came to its end, having detailed tragedies and political events, economic situations and the cost of living increasing despite no corresponding wage rise, Arthur sighed and stood up. The hand which had a cigarette delicately dangled between two fingers swept through his dark hair, which bounced gently across his shoulders. He didn’t speak but you knew that he was getting ready to clean up the mostly tidy apartment, his sea green eyes roaming the cramped but cosy space as mentally did he list out things to do. It would all be done today, exhausted even as he was. Today was his only day off for the next week and even though he longed to remain beside you, there was work to do. The man of the house cleaned up messes; he didn’t leave them, thank you very much. Alas, he couldn’t be beside you all day every day, but when he was moving around the apartment, Arthur would periodically look over at you with a quiet air of concern about him even as intently did he observe you. He couldn’t catch you in the act of doing it every time, but more often as not would you hear your name spoken even from the other room the second you raised your hand to your lips.

You were always impressed and you fought off your amusement, though it saturated your voice all the same. “Wh - Arthur, how did - “ You were working on your screenplay. Inspiration served in the form of a horror film which spoke of the current times. It played out on the grainy old television which Penny had won during a radio competition years ago, and Arthur moved around you seamlessly. Knowing how important your work was to you, especially when you were in the zone, did he mostly leave you alone, not wanting to interrupt you more than he probably already was.

Dark curls lightly brushed against the tops of shoulders and fingers curled around the door frame as Arthur peered at you from around the corner, busy was he but never too busy for his Gen. “I know you, angel.” There was a trace of confidence in the upwards quirk of his lips, a moment of eye contact which spoke louder of his love for you than words ever could, and then Arthur disappeared back around the corner too quickly for you to reply, which was probably the point. The day passed in much the same fashion, with Arthur keeping an eye on you while somehow doing everything which needed to be done without so much as taking a break. Despite your many protests, Arthur refused all of your help; he only wanted for you to relax and to look after yourself. It was the weekend and Arthur knew that you needed to seize every moment of creativity that you could.

Indeed as the sun dipped below the horizon and the night sky signalled the start of The Murray Franklin Show did Arthur deem the apartment clean enough to pass the standards his mother drilled into him from a too young age, and he flopped down beside you on the worn sofa with a weary sigh. Irritated did he move around, a sofa spring digging rather painfully into his coccyx, and he bit back a frustrated laugh. You caught the throat convulsion and now was it your turn to cradle his hand in both of yours as you raised it to your lips, pressing kisses all over the backs of his weathered and slightly bruised hands. “It’s okay, Artie,” The sweetness of your voice, as naturally did love seep into every syllable, made his thin lips quirk upwards into a smile and Arthur squeezed his grip in yours.

His grip was too tight, for you winced, and Arthur gasped lightly as now was he the one reassuring you. “Let me see, darling,” There was some blood seeping through some of the plasters, especially towards the base of the nail, and Arthur cooed softly in understanding and in empathy. “I need to clean these for you. Please, Gen, I - “ Gentle fingers danced along the material of the plasters and Arthur began to peel them away. One by one did Arthur remove the plasters and when at last were all eight fingers and two thumbs bare and stinging in the cool air, he balled the dirty and used plasters up in his fist and went into the kitchen. You heard the tap running, some moving around and then Arthur was back with one of the brown paper bags from Helms pharmacy and a small bowl of warm water.

Affection bloomed warmly in your chest and spread strongly through your veins and you couldn’t have stopped your grin even if you had tried. Arthur caught your smile as he sat back down, the small bowl of salt water carefully balanced on one knee and the paper bag, containing a new pack of plasters, on the other. You went through a lot of plasters and Arthur had secretly taken to rationing his daily cigarette consumption just so that he could provide for you, his one and only person who understood him. With a slow and careful hand did Arthur take one of your own in his and he carefully dipped the tips of your fingers into the bowl of water. You hissed in air through your teeth and Arthur cooed softly. He leaned forward and cupped your cheek in his free hand and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I know,” Arthur whispered, and he kept his forehead pressed against yours as he took your hand out of the water and dried it on a freshly washed towel which he had had slung over his shoulder; he was only wearing his almost comically baggy electric blue trousers, relaxed around you was he. With all the clumsy grace which came so naturally to him did Arthur almost squint as he applied new plasters to each finger and then was it time for your next hand to be cleansed by the water. The harsh stinging of the salt getting into open wounds was contrasted so beautifully with the tender way Arthur held your hand and the phrase, you have to be cruel to be kind flashed across your mind.

When at last did you have plasters on all your fingers and the water bowl and the almost empty box of plasters was on the small coffee table, the small paper bag now scrunched up and left discarded on the floor for Arthur to find tomorrow. He brought your hands up to your lips and smothered them in kisses; your fingertips received the gentlest of kisses, and your palms and the backs of your hands were given kisses which were almost bruising in their ferocity. The affection which had bloomed in your chest had now turned into a love so strong that it was hard for you to breathe and you almost ripped your hands out of Arthur’s so that you could grab his face and pepper him in kisses. Arthur was giggling under your touches in no time and you smiled against his skin and pulled yourself closer to him until you were almost in your lap. Arthur, unsatisfied was he with this, gripped you by the plush flesh of your thighs and tugged you onto him. You trusted him implicitly and allowed Arthur to do as he pleased with you.

“Wh-why,” Arthur broke off into a strained chuckle, “Why are you - “ You felt Arthur’s cheeks crease under your touch as he grinned, and you could only smile with him, his voice light and his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You rested your forehead against Arthur’s own and wound your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself even closer to him. He smelt of vanilla and of cotton, of stale cigarettes and of that cheap cologne you so loved, but also of home. Your mind, heart, body and soul were all aligned, a rare occurrence up until the day you had met Arthur, and you felt so peaceful in this moment even while you were in physical pain, your fingers almost throbbing from the stinging.

“You’re welcome.” It was a quiet, pleased murmur that Arthur settled into your embrace, but it wasn’t enough with you. Perhaps subconsciously did you decide what would be and It was with a suggestive twist of your hips that Arthur himself picked up on how you wanted to express your gratitude, and you saw the look in his eyes darken. Arthur’s grip on you tightened and he stood with you, your legs hooked around his slender waist. His green eyes never left yours as with muscle memory being his only guide did Arthur take you to bed...

But not to sleep.

A bad habit it may be to bite your nails, but with Arthur was it faced with acceptance, an easy manner of taking care of it, and love... always love.

AF/J @impulsiveclown @astheworlddturns @fluffedstar @jokersqueenofchaos @germansarechill @tsukiakarinobara @lynnesm @sagyunaro @docsportello @flowerglitterwoman @ben-solos-writing-avenger @jokers-doll @jokershyena @arthurjokersgirl @antonija89 @lilliryth @hotpacino @obsessedandthirsty @call-me-harley-quinn @anais-angel

#daincrediblegg #requests closed #arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #joker #joker imagine #joker 2019 #joker 2019 imagine

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theveryinsignificantpotato · 4 years

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OCD

I am SO sorry this took forever! My depression on Monday felt like it tripled and for the rest of the week I had no motivation for anything (including my school work, but thank God I managed to get my anatomy work done omg that was so scary;;) thankfully I saw my doctor on Thursday and I'm on meds now so hopefully I can get back into some sort of rhythm with my writing.

Also, due to my grades and not wanting to be kicked out of nursing, I will be closing requests until January. I will work on the requests that have been submitted before today, but will not be accepting any new ones. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Crowley x OCD!Reader

For @david10ant

Formatting is a bit weird on this one, I apologise.

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“One… two… three… four… five…” Her voice was soft, counting every step she took as her foot hit the tile. Her head was low and her eyes were focused on her feet, watching carefully to be sure she didn’t take a single wrong step as she made her way to the table, where she stood as tall as she felt she could, squinting her eyes and taking a deep breath. “G-Good afternoon..” She began, slowly opening her eyes with another deep breath. Her patrons were staring at her with furrowed brows, but she did her best to ignore their clear disgust as she continued “C-can I help you? Do you need a different table or seats?”

The woman had long brown hair with brown eyes to match, but they weren’t very pretty with the way she was glaring “What?” She spat out to the stuttering girl who stood before her

“I just… want to make sure you are comfortable…” The poor girl defended

“The table is fine, are you going to take our order or what?”

“R-right, what can I get you?”

Crowley couldn’t help his smile as the two of them pulled up to the establishment, he was so excited to see the look on his girlfriends face when she saw him.

“Well, you seem excited, Crowley” Aziraphale chuckled at his friend as he unbuckled his seatbelt

“No, I’m just ready for lunch.” The demon replied coolly, removing the small griin from his face

“You never even eat, dear.” The angel chuckles gently at his counterpart, “It’s alright to admit you are excited to see y/n.”

Crowley grumbled, exiting the bentley with a pout, even though he knew the angel was right, he could hardly hide his excitement as he walked through the door and found a table.

"You've repeated the order back to us three times! What is your problem?!" The woman cried

"Ah, I'm sorry! I just don't want to mess it up, it was a-"

"Oh my God! Are you stupid or insane or something? What is wrong with you!?" Her husband was the one to chime in this time, slamming his hands down angrily on the table, causing the girl to jump back in fear, his hair was blond and spiked up all over, his green eyes were no kinder than his wife's, either.

The noise had gained some attention of the other patrons, especially that of a fiery haired demon who had only just found his seat with his angelic companion. The two looked on, assessing the situation as it played out for a little longer.

"N-no sir, I'm not insane. I have a-"

"Why the hell are you working when you're clearly unfit? Just go take the order in already!" He spat at her, finally breaking her enough that she began to cry quietly

And then Crowley had enough, anger flooding his entire being as he stood up and stomped over to the couple "Hey!" He shouted at the man, standing between the table and his shaking girlfriend, "who the hell gave you the right to speak to her like that!?" His voice boomed and his eyes glowed with rage

She brought a hand to her face in shock "Crowley…?" She whispered shortly before feeling the familiar calming feeling that swept beside her, holding her free hand in his as she watched her boyfriend scare the hell out of the man that made her cry

"I'll tell you this, hell has a special place for people like you two, and I'll be proud to personally make sure you suffer for the rest of eternity as soon as you arrive if you do so much as make a single additional comment towards that girl, are we clear?" Crowley spat, his serpent eyes glaring at the couple as they shake in their seats. They nod violently in confirmation, far too afraid to do anything else, but it isn't enough, "So that's a yes then??" He leans forward, leaning into the table to come off as more intimidating.

The couple glances at each other before letting out a fearful "yes!" In unison

Crowley gives a Curt nod before turning on his heels to find his girlfriend holding the angel's arm and crying behind him. She hid her face, embarrassed to be crying in public even with the angel there to comfort her, but Crowley approached her nonetheless. His body had been rigid, stiff with rage at the couple from before, but he went soft upon hearing her quiet sniffles into Aziraphale's coat. He looked at the angel, who nodded shortly before he gently put his hand on her shoulder, "y/n." He said softly, causing her to look up at him with red puffy eyes

"Crowley." She sobbed, jumping to him and wrapping her arms around his torso as if just being close to the demon would make the whole bad situation come to an end.

He returned the embrace, allowing himself to relax with her for a moment before gently guiding her out of the establishment "come along, my love, let's get you out of here." He says, resting his hand on the small of her back

"Wait, I can't just leave..!" She cries, looking back at the angel who gave her a reassuring look

"Azi will take care of it, dear. Right now you are the priority." He says gently as he continues leading her through the door

She lets out a defeated exhale and looks at Aziraphale apologetically just before the door closes behind them. Crowley guided her to the passenger side and held the door while she climbed in the Bentley. Once she was in he closed the door and went to the other side, quickly beginning to drive at a terrifying speed to St. James park.

Upon arriving he helped her out of the car like the true gentleman he'd never admit to being, and the duo began walking hand in hand around the sidewalk. "Do tell me, Crowley," She began, earning the attention of the demon, "What exactly are we doing here?"

He returned his gaze ahead of them "Taking your mind off things for a moment, we'll get ice cream and talk awhile." He gestures to an ice cream vendor just ahead before adding, "That's how it works, right?"

She couldn't help her giggle, resting her head on his shoulder as they kept moving, "Yeah, I think it is." She said shortly before they approached the ice cream vendor, where the demon ordered her favorite flavor and passed it to her with a small smile.

She took it happily as they continued their walk, and for a few moments they would talk about anything and everything. Crowley loved hearing her talk, noting all of her quirks and traits quietly in his head as he learned them. He always knew she was different, but he never really considered that it could be due to something underlying, only that she had funny little traits. For example, he noticed the frequent handwashing, over-apologizing and how she often counted her steps, but never really linked them to obsessive compulsive disorder, that is - until someone accidentally ran into her and she burst into tears.

From her perspective it seemed to happen in slow motion, the jogger misstepped and nearly tripped, bumping her arm and muttering an apology. The ice cream that had been in her hand was now dumped all down her clothing, and she stopped in place.

��Ah, Shit-” She mutters, frantically trying to get it off, but ended up just getting her hands covered in it. Now she was dirty, everything was dirty. She was frantic and couldn’t think straight long enough to relax. Meanwhile Crowley was doing everything he could to calm down his girlfriend, but it all had happened so fast that he wasn’t quite sure what exactly was going on, and before he knew it, frustrated tears were streaming down her face.

He panicked for a moment, but quickly wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her, “Take a breath, dear.”

She sobbed, and several people around them began to turn their gaze to the couple, staring at them quite rudely. “Don’t, you’ll get dirty.” she cried, trying to pull away from his embrace

“No I won’t.” he replied quietly, holding onto her shoulders gently and looking at her face, “Look, n/n. It’s gone.”

She opened her eyes and looked down at her shirt, finding that it was now clean and dry, as if the ice cream had never been there. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at her boyfriend, still shaking from her outburst.

“You forget who you’re dating, my love.” He says, gently cupping the side of her face in his palm, and she closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath, “You’ve had a rough day, let’s go home, okay?”

She nodded slowly in reply, and Crowley gently pressed a kiss on her forehead before they turned to walk back to his bentley, the demon’s arm never leaving her shoulders.

It really was a miracle y/n didn’t see the horrifying deathglare all of the spectators were getting, Crowley was certain that the screaming of a nearby child, or the woman who very dramatically pulled her kids behind her would give him away, but the girl didn’t seem to notice.

When he drove Crowley dared not speed, he was much more careful with his shaken up girlfriend in the passenger seat, and didn’t want to make it worse for her in any way. The ride was much slower than he was used to, but he kept his patience and remembered who he was doing this for, and that the girl next to him was worth every bit of it.

"I'm sorry." She apologises once they get to the apartment, looking absolutely deflated as she stood before him.

He frowned, taking a step towards her “You’ve nothing to be sorry for.” he says gently, putting his hands comfortingly on her arms, “I just want to know why you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about your OCD.”

Tears welled in her eyes once again “OCD? I-I don’t…” She began to frantically defend herself, but the gentle concern in Crowley’s eyes made her pause enough for him to speak.

"Y/n, please don't lie to me. I'm not blind." He says, his golden eyes showing nothing but concern and adoration as he looked at her, and she finally took a breath, looking down in shame

"You're right.." she mutters, "I just didn't want everyone knowing, and I didn't want you to see me any differently"

He steps forward, holding her tightly in his arms as she began to shake once more, "sweetheart, you shine brighter than the stars themselves, nothing, not even OCD, can change that. I want you to know that you can come to me for anything at all and I will always love you the same." He says gently, kissing her on the head

She whimpers into his jacket, crying quietly to her demon boyfriend as he held her in his arms. They stood for a while, but eventually Crowley moved her to the couch where she sat on his lap and cuddled into his chest while he hummed softly to her. His wings were unfurled, wrapping around the two of them as an extra layer of warmth. Y/n never felt safer than she did in Crowley's arms, enough so that she began to quietly relay all of her worries to him, and he listened. He would listen to her all night if it helped.

#anthony j crowley #good omens crowley x reader #crowley x reader #x reader #angst #good omens oneshot

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natesthoughts1 · 4 years

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Commitment issues

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Oikawa ignoring his girlfriend cause he was scared of commitment.

Note: this is my first fic I've written in a while so i’d like to give my apologies now.

Your feet unconsciously and repeatedly tapped against the floor beneath your feet. The sheer length of this class was making you very impatient and slightly irritable. With Mr brown continuous yapping about the importance of nonrenewable resources in the background. As you glanced at the clock at the front of the class for the 100th time, you noticed the handles were hardly moving with 30 minutes left until the end of the lesson. Your patience was drawing very thin at the point.

All you could think about was your boyfriend, the volleyball captain for Aoba Johsai, to keep you sane for the time being. He had asked you out approximately 3 months ago on your first date and you guys started officially dating a 2 weeks later. You never really knew what his reasoning was behind asking me out you, but you really didn't care. It's not like we had ever communicated before, not that you're aware of anyways. To you, he was a narcissistic, popular, and "too cool for you" kind of person. And you were the average popularity, always got good grades and high school girl. Nothing really special about you honestly.

Even if you two had ever somehow crossed paths, his super vicious fan club would have your head before you had the chance to glance his way. So you could say you would never really crossed paths in any way, shape, or form. But when he asked you out you couldn't believe eyes or ears. You stared at him for a good minute making up a list of reasons why this was a dream and had to wake up as quick as possible.

So you weren't shocked at his expression when you slapped my self across my face to wake up. But to your dismay, you had remained planted to the ground with a super hot guy looking at me like you should be in a mental institution. You were more than embarrassed. Heat spread through your face and you could already tell you were as red as a tomato. At that moment you had never wished so much for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. But to no avail, again. just your luck right. Eventually, after a good 5 minutes trying to explain to him what you were doing and him just laughing in your facing making you even redder, you had eventually replied with a yes. redemption was necessary on your part.

Surprisingly the date had gone well and you'd hang out a couple more dates at school and outside of school before finally, he asked you out to be his girlfriend. You had to say yes. Within 2 weeks you had fallen for him harder than anyone you'd crushed on anyone ever. He was nicer and funnier than you thought. And for the first time in a while, you were genuinely happy and excited to go out. Everything with him came so effortlessly. He also radiated such a positive light, that you couldn't help but be attracted to. Every time he was around you felt this warm feeling through my chest and butterflies in the stomach.

So when all of a sudden he never seems to have time for you and barely talks to or calls you, your heart shatters a little. He always seems to be "too tired" or he has "practice". You understood from the beginning that volleyball was important and would come first majority of the time for him. you had considered this when he asked me out. But it has been a whole week. you've never gone that long without seeing each other. So you knew something was wrong. So you were planning on crashing his practice after school and give him a piece of mi-.

"ding dong ding dong" the final bell rang interrupting your final chain of thought. It was about time. Packing up your books and chucking the bag over your shoulder, you left after bidding fair well to your friends. You took your time cause you didn't want to head there and find no one was there cause the boys still had to change. Instead, you headed off to the library first to kill some time. You had to hand in a book anyway so it wasn't a complete waste. After 10 minutes you headed to the gym and found the boys performing some drills. You searched among the guys for the tall, brown-haired, ass-less one. But to your disappointment, he wasn't there. skipping practice too. There must be something wrong.

So you waited until the boys were free enough to talk. you knew most of them cause Oikawa had introduced them to as his girlfriend when we started to date to "mark his territory" as Iwa-Chan had put it. So when they were on a break they all came to hug and greet you, which was really scary cause you barely stood at 5"5 so you shorter than a majority of them. I wonder how they would treat you if Oikawa decided to break up with you. Immediately dismissing that thought. You've been here a couple of times so you got to know most of them on a personal basis and you'd grown extremely fond of them. When they finished smothering you with hugs, you went over to Iwa-Chan who stayed in the sideline, not wanting to be part of all the commotion.

"hey Iwa-Chan" "whats up y/n" he replied after taking a swig of water from his bottle "um have you seen Oikawa today," you ask. "Did he not tell you he wasn't gonna be in today" he looks at you suspiciously. You frown "he didn't" you pause for a second "he hasn't really..." you could feel a ball forming in my throat as you spoke " he hasn't really tried to meet up with me in the past week and I just...." at this point, if you continued talking you would have a full-on breakdown, so you stopped there. unfortunately, one tear escaped, quickly wiping it out when you felt it. "ah shitikawa making a girl cry" he yelled causing a laugh out of you "ill have to give him a piece of my mind when I catch him" he fumed angrily. He looked intensely at you for a second as though remembering something important "you know I'm going to his house later today would you like to come with" iwa-Chan informed you.

"Would love to but I have family dinner so I have to go home early to help me mom, but thank you for the offer" you smiled at him politely "anyways I should be going now, thank you" you start walking away and when you make it to the entrance you yell "bye guys" to the rest of the boys and they yell "bye y/n" back even louder.

You walked home by myself for the first time in a long time. The space beside you was empty and made your heart tighten. But you tried to ignore it best as possible. Made it home alone, helped your mom cook, wasn't really hungry or talkative during dinner. Your parents noticed but didn't want to say anything cause you're a teenager and they probably thought you were PMSing. Afterward, you just went to my room and tried to focus on school for the remainder of the night.

After 20 minutes of trying to focus on schoolwork, you hear tapping on your window. "tap" "tap" but you ignore cause it might just be a bird. "tap" "tap" "tap" what the fuck. "tap" "tap" I turn towards my window and an Oikawa was tapping on my window. OMG.

"Oikawa shit what are you doing" you exclaimed as you let him in. He stumbled in and nearly fell but luckily he didn't. When he finally gained his composure he tried to pretend as though he just wasn't about to trip and face plant the ground by putting his hands on his waists and looking in the distance as though he did something heroic.

Immediately putting his hand's downs, he looked into your eyes "Well um you see" he began but then immediately stopped himself. he took your hands in his and started again "I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for ignoring you." "i - i - i" he stopped again to gain his composure and think his next words through "I've never been in a been in a serious relationship and that fact that I feel such intense feeling for someone I met like a couple of months ago. it scares me. I just-" before he could finish, you got your hand back and put your hands around his neck. He paused for a second before wrapping his around your waist.

"it's fine I'm just so glad your alright" you spoke into his chest. the two of you just remained in comfortable silence for a while, simply embracing each other, feeling each other's chests rise and fall rhythmically. It felt so good to be in his arms again after such a long time. But within seconds you felt tears slide down your eyes. And you cried. After holding in the sadness for so long you finally let it out. Let out all the fear of losing him. the fear of you two turning into strangers again. Oikawa simply caressed you back and down and whispered reassurances into your ears. But you also sobbed cause you were happy. Cause he came back to you. and that's all that mattered. You couldn't even find it in yourself to be angry. Or yell at him for taking some time to think us over cause he was human. And he had a right to protect his heart when he felt necessary.

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something out of a movie.

pairing: personal trainer!jeongguk x client!reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; sex ; light dirty talk ; public sex ; language genre: smut ; fluff ; hints of angst

summary: to think you were special was probably stupid when he had so many others like you, but there was this.. spark between you two, that always made you hope he might feel something for you too. It only took one night for that spark to become a flame..

a/n: aaaah, omg this has been in my inbox for quite a bit, I’m so sorry my love, it took me really long to find the inspiration to write this. it’s a fucking amazing request, but I’ve had so many ideas that I couldn’t narrow it down! thank you for your patience, though and I hope you like it ♥

Your feelings for Jeongguk had developed a long time ago, but you've always been really good at hiding them. The real question was.. why did you think it was necessary to do so? Mainly because you never thought he'd feel the same way for you.

He was he and you were you. He was this hot, unreachable guy that you were lucky enough to call your personal trainer and you were just one out of many clients that he had who had fallen head over heels for him. Well, the others probably only had a crush on him, but you? No, you had to go all in and fall in love with this goofy, yet wonderful man, who had always been a source of happiness in your life.

He helped you reach your ideal weight, helped you work on your body so that you were now incredibly happy with it and continued to be a supportive friend through it all.

“Is it just me..-” one more push up, Jeongguk holding your legs like always, “Or is everyone..-” another one, “Gone?”

“No, I think they wanted to close the gym early tonight. Something about an inspection, I'm not sure.”

“Oh? Should we go as well?” you asked as you were lying on your back.

“No, you're good. We'll finish this,” he smiled encouragingly, “Do another twenty.”

“Twenty?!” you said, completely out of breath and supporting yourself with your elbows on the floor, “Do you want me to die?”

“Come oooon, you can do it (Y/N).”

It's not that you couldn't do it. It's that you didn't want to do it.

“What do I get if I do twenty?”

“Abs?”

“Already got those..”

“Alright, how about.. a kiss,” he laughed, leaning forward and pursuing his lips.

See, it was moments like these that made you think he might feel something for you as well. You had often seen him train with other people and he wasn't like that with them. He was professional and never even went past small-talk. But with you.. there were these flirtatious moments..

“Deal,” you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows and then laughing when he looked taken aback, like he hadn't expected you to agree.

And while you were busy doing those twenty fucking push-ups, you didn't see him blush. Because goddamn, if only you knew that you weren't the only one who has developed feelings in this friendship. Yes, he had a lot of clients, yes, a lot of them were female and good-looking, but there was something about your personality that he just fell in love with almost instantly. It was the way you were around him. Like you never tried to impress him, but always were yourself that made him fall in love with you. The real you. He loved you when you were struggling with your weight just as much as he loved you now that you’ve reached it. Your body type never mattered. It was your personality that he fell in love with first and foremost.

And once you were done and you sat up, almost touching noses with him, he couldn't help but lean back, suddenly afraid of crossing that line he wanted to close to desperately.

“Uh.. okay. I think that's it for today. I'll.. I'll see you next week, (Y/N).”

And gone he was, pretty much running out of the room like he needed to go to the bathroom.

And you were left there on the floor, sighing heavily as you turned your head to look at yourself in the mirror, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I wouldn't want to kiss me either looking like this,” you muttered to yourself, referring to your red and sweaty face. Your insecurities about yourself had gotten smaller, but they never quite left. It was moments like these that you couldn’t help but pity yourself..

You were hurt, despite not really having any reason to be.

This probably proved that he wasn't interested in you once and for all.

So you grabbed your water bottle and your towel and walked into the changing room, then straight into the shower.

That was probably the most important thing right now.

In the meantime, Jeongguk walked up and down the changing room of the gym instructors and tried to encourage himself, “Come on, you idiot. You can do this. She's right there.. she's alone, she likes you, you like her.. it's simple. You just.. you just tell her. No, don't tell her, you'll mess up. Kiss her. Right.. kiss her, that's.. good.”

And so with one final look into the mirror, he walked into the changing room that you were in, making sure that you were dressed though.

Well, you were only wearing a towel, but that was good enough.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh, hey,” you smiled as you turned around, “Did I forget something?”

“Yeah,” he simply crossed the room without thinking anymore and cupped your cheeks, kissing you passionately like he had wanted to do for years, “This,” is what he whispered against them a moment later.

Smooth, Jeongguk. Very smooth.

If you hadn't wanted this for as long as he had, you would have asked a shit ton of question. But you were scared that if you did, he would run away again. You were scared you'd ruin the moment if you asked.. well.. anything.

So instead, you just decided to enjoy the moment.. whatever this was, and got up on your tiptoes to kiss him once again.

He pushed you against the lockers behind you and without either of you trying to remove it, your towel dropped to the floor.

Jeongguk wanted to say something, wanted to help you pick it up again, but you grabbed his chin and shook your head, “Leave it,” you whispered, “We don't need it.”

If this was your one chance to be with him, you'd take it. You'd cling to it, probably for the rest of your life. That's how hard you had fallen for this guy.

But this wasn't a one-time-thing for Jeongguk and he'd make sure to show you that. He pulled his shirt over his head but kept his eyes firmly on yours, before he caught your lips in another heated kiss. His hands roamed over your curves, until he cupped your ass cheeks and picked you up like you were a feather.

The perks of being strong..

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips.

“I've got you to thank for that,” you giggled.

“No, (Y/N),” he shook his head and leaned back, your hands now locked behind his neck, “You've always been beautiful.”

Oh god, how long you had wanted him to say something like that to you. And how much it meant to you, that he, attractive and handsome Jeon Jeongguk, said he thought you were beautiful even before you started working out. It.. really meant the world to you.

And so with a small smile, you leaned down again to kiss him, while your feet pushed down his shorts.

And the second the fabric was gone, was the second his dick sprang free, the tip already lying against your entrance.

“You're so wet,” he murmured against your lips, “Just for me..”

There wasn't any foreplay needed, both of you already being way too ready for this. Having been for years now.

And the feeling once he was finally inside you.. it was everything and more, seriously.

He filled you up completely, stretching you out so perfectly and fitting like he was meant to be inside you.

“Fuck,” your head fell back against the locker, Jeongguk taking that moment to leave soft kisses against your throat.

And as softly as he kissed you, he began moving inside of you.

His pace was incredibly slow, clearly wanting to enjoy this moment. He wanted to feel you. Really feel you. He wanted to see how he made you feel and he wanted to hear how good it was to have him inside you.

“Jeongguk,” you moaned into his ear, your legs tightening around him, “God, I've wanted this for so long..-”

“Me too,” he sucked on a sensitive spot below your ear that had you moan a little louder, already making a mental note of that for.. future references.

Despite the slow pace, he pushed inside of you incredibly deep. So deep, that he could feel your g-spot after only a couple of minutes, grinning slightly.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, your head still leaning against the looker, “You feel good.”

“You do too,” he pressed a kiss against your chin, smiling at you when you smiled at him.

It wasn't at all how you had always imagined it. You thought it would be rough. You thought he'd manhandle you, pull on your hair and make you call him daddy. But instead it was incredibly loving. Soft. Gentle. But at the same time, so good. It was so much better than you always thought it would be, probably because the more he looked at you, the more you could feel it. Sense it.

And he felt it too.

This was more.

Suddenly he took two steps back and sat down on the bench in the middle of the room and without having to ask, you started riding him, your hands on his shoulders, but still staring into his eyes. His hands were on your waist, guiding you, until one of his hands snuck between your bodies and gently rubbed circles over your clit.

And it was as if he was mesmerized by what an effect it had on you. The way you bit your lip as pleasure washed over you and the way you tried to hold back your moans, but couldn't as soon as he applied pressure.

All of those images would forever be branded into his memory, hoping that he'd make more of them with you in the future.

“I'm close,” you moaned, moving against his hand.

And with a slight faster pace, he brought you over the edge, arching your back, as you clawed your fingernails into his shoulders, moaning your name as your orgasm washed over you.

Jeongguk himself couldn't help but moan either, with the way your walls started contracting around him.

“Shit,” he inhaled sharply, “Fuck, I'm close too..-”

And because you were already close to being overstimulated, you decided to get up from the bench and down on your knees instead, taking his dick into your mouth a moment later and finishing the job with your mouth.

And even if he didn't want to cum into your mouth, you wanted him to and made sure he came while your lips were firmly wrapped around him.

You didn't pull back, but took him in as deeply as you could as he came inside you.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he brushed your hair back and watched you lick up every last drop of him, smiling as you swallowed it all, “You really did that.”

“I wanted to try it all.. at least once,” you got up from the floor, but before you could walk away, he wrapped his arms around your legs and kissed your belly.

“Go out with me..”

“Usually the sex comes after the date, you know?” you chuckled, brushing his sweaty hair back.

“Well, at least now we know what to look forward to.”

“So.. this wasn't a one-time-thing for you?”

“No.. definitely not.”

“Good,” you leaned down and tilted his head back to gently kiss him, “That's good.”

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