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ushiwhacka · 7 months

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time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,080 words | established relationship, prone bone, creampie, body worship, it's still summer in my <3

he’s warm underneath you, skin soaked in sun and dusted in salt flakes. slow in the afternoon heat as you lay entangled, knees knocking together, your nose pressed into his neck, fingers massaging his scalp, and his arms loose around you. he smells of sweet coconut and the sea.

the air sticky and hot, it wraps around you and sinks into your pores. the kind of warmth that feels like melting, blurs the edges of your bodies into one another.

you’re lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of his chest, and wake to a kiss on the crown of your head with the taste of his skin sitting on your lips. he washes the dreams out of your eyes and zips up your dress. drags his knuckles over your spine then kisses you right at the base do your neck.

and he holds you close, lets you cling onto his arm as you walk along cobblestoned streets. your heels unsteady over slippery stones. watches your every step from underneath knitted brows as you look around and gasp and point out pretty buildings.

wakatoshi tries to get his fill of you, how you purse your lips in thought while reading the menu, how you turn away, just a little flustered under the weight of deep olive eyes. the expectant look on your face as you shove a fork into his mouth, and he agrees that it’s so good because everything you give him is good.

he holds your hand in his over the table, squeezes it tighter at the feeling of your foot on his calf. unassuming and batting your eyelashes as you go above his knee, press into the muscle of his thigh.

he’s even more handsome with his skin a deep bronze, a dusting of pink across his sunburnt nose and the tops of his cheeks. he wears his shirt with the top buttons opened just enough for you to see a peek of the hard planes of his chest. and he looks at you with a strange glow in his eyes, only you, precious and his.

and he doesn’t miss the intention in your voice when you coo his name, “wakatoshi,” drag it out into something of a whine, “you should ask for the check.”

you walk with hands intertwined again. maybe it’s the three piña coladas making your head fuzzy, or maybe he has just spoiled you so horribly, but you decide it’s not enough to just hold him.

you stomp your feet and tug his arm back. “kiss.” you demand with your neck craned up towards him and eyelashes fluttering.

there’s something about the way he touches you, the way he rubs the pads of his fingers into your cheeks. ardently. gently. how his mouth slots over yours.

the way he sinks onto his knees in the middle of your hotel room. fiddles with the delicate straps of your heels, presses his lips where the buckle has left an imprint in your skin. then he kisses the back of your knee, the inside of your thigh, the wet spot on your panties.

firm hands trace the back of your legs, grip the fat of your ass. he pulls you forward, buries himself deeper between your thighs, helps you rub your pussy on his face. and gasps turn into silent cries each time his nose catches on your clit. the friction only enough to build your frustration.

“wakatoshi,” it comes out so small, “please. i need you inside me.” he can never resist when you look at him with such pleading eyes, with tears welling up at your lash line. “please, toshi.”

he gives you what you want. always does.

you whimper into the sheets as he sinks into you. his hand on your lower belly, pulling you up towards him. and even when he’s throbbing inside you, every muscle alight with the need to thrust into you, feel your walls stretch painfully around his girth, he resists. he waits until your body relaxes under him. eager lips drag against your spine and over your shoulder blades, leave searing, open-mouthed kisses up the back of your neck.

his other arm wraps around your chest, holds you close enough that you can feel the beat of his heart against your back.

gravelly and dark when he speaks in you ear. “are you alright, darling?”

“no.” your voice breaks. “can you just fuck me already?”

you choke on air your own spit when he pushes into you, when you feel him in the deepest parts of you dripping cunt. it’s new and overwhelming and sends a mess of pleas and prayers scratching up your throat. the tip of his cock sits so snug at your cervix, rubs against it each time he grinds his hips into you. so intentionally slow.

there’s something about being held so tightly, trapped and helpless in his arms, the raw power of his body pressing into you. the already heavy air feels thicker and you gasp to suck in a breath after each drawn out, squeaky whimper.

all you can feel is him — the amber of his cologne, the heat of his skin, his breath hot and hitching at the nape of your neck, the salty tinge of his sweat where your tongue lolls out to taste his forearm, low grunts that tingle in your ear and down your spine, the hard muscle where you sink your nails into his flesh.

wakatoshi loses himself in the feeling, in you. there’s something predatory and repressed that overwhelms his senses when he has you limp and trembling underneath him. how you take all of him and keen and whine and beg for more. how your pussy squeezes around him, how it drools all hot and slick when he whispers an “i love you” into the fat of your cheek. whiny and sniffling when you demand he comes inside you.

his chest heaving, he drops his forehead in the dip of your shoulders. listens to the sweet sounds of contented sighs sour into complaints when he even thinks about moving away from you. and he gives you what you want once again, drapes his body over yours and nuzzles into your neck, spoils you with kisses so tender they make you giggle. and he lets you spoil him with your love, wring him and twist him in any way you want. because being wanted by you is the most devastating pleasure he’s ever known.

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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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Frills and All

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Sub!Bakugo, Maid Dress, Spanking, Edging, Rimming, Oral (M - Receiving), Slight Feminisation, Praise. Word Count: 4.6k.

Summary: Bakugo plays dress up, just for you.

‘This what you wanted, ha?' Bakugo pinches the lace trim of his skirt and lifts it to expose the top of a creamy, bare thigh. He arches an eyebrow, eyes widening just enough to show his amusement as you squirm on the mattress, thighs pressing together.

The maid outfit had been a joke.

To start off with, anyway.

That was until it had started to turn into something a little more real every time you'd mentioned it. Each teasing: 'But you'd look so pretty, Katsuki.' had transformed, becoming a catch in your chest whenever you pictured him all dolled up with the cute little pinafore wrapping his waist and struggling to contain his broad pecs.

Said pinafore looks far better in person than anything you could have conjured up in even your wildest daydreams.

It's lined with lace and bars his chest, running an inch or so below his collarbones to cross the swell of his pecs before being forced to curl by the thin straps that loop to tie around his neck. The skirt is ruffled, cinching in around a sinfully tiny waist that only seems to make everything else look that much bigger.

Slowly, he runs a large palm down his side, fingers trailing softly over the material until they reach the edge of a thigh-high sock. He slips a thumb underneath, popping the hem and snickers when the elastic snaps back against his thigh making the flesh jiggle. 'So... You like it? You think I look pretty?'

You nod, chewing the inside of your cheek. Anticipation makes you brave, ignites a spark of confidence in your stomach and encourages you to stand. 'You look beautiful...’ Pausing, you tongue your cheek. ‘Princess.'

He cocks an eyebrow and swallows around the dominance bubbling in his throat. You look ethereal with lust dancing in your eyes and excitement lingering on your cheeks. From where he's stood, he can almost feel it, the quick thrumming of your veins, the heat that is practically bleeding from your body, sinking lower and lower with each second you take to drink him in. It makes his heart swell, his fingers twitching as he struggles not to fall into you, giving you everything without you even having to ask – just so he can sustain that look in your eyes.

Approaching him is easy. You slink forward, closing the distance between you until your chest is almost flush to his. With a tilt of your head, you press in, urging him backwards with steady, but sure steps until his back thuds against the wood of the bedroom door.

‘I think you look so pretty…’ Taking a moment to take him in, you lick your lips before laying the tips of your fingers on the exposed flesh of his shoulder. It’s a delicate touch, barely there as you trail from his shoulder to the valley of his chest and over the clothed expanse of his stomach. You twist your hand as you approach his pelvis and press down firmly with your palm, revelling in the sharp gasp you earn when you finally brush over his cock.

'Yeah?' He's breathless when he speaks.

You nod, humming as your hand finds the lip of his skirt and slips underneath. His skin is warm, almost feverish against yours as you drag your nails up his thigh. 'So, fucking pretty.'

His cock tents the skirt, causing lace to drape at either side of its head. It drools onto the fabric, coating it in thick sticky white as a soft hum breaks his throat with the contact.

The way he looks at you, batting faux-shy eyelashes from under his fringe makes you feel powerful, despite the fact you have to curve your neck and almost tip-toe to look up at him. You should know better when he submits too-easily to your kiss. He indulges you, letting you take hold of his hair and force your tongue into his mouth, swiping at his teeth and nibbling on his lip. You take control of him, but only because he allows it. Leading him towards the bed, you slip onto the mattress before taking his hand and encouraging him to straddle you.

It feels odd, to be perched on your hips like this. His hands rest on your shoulders, core tense and expectant as he swallows down the bubbling excitement in his stomach.

'So pretty, Katsuki...' You purr. Placing your palms on his thighs, you scratch lightly at his skin as you gently, inch your way up and under his skirt. 'So good for me, aren't you?'

He nods, pulse quickening as your fingers itch at the edges of the black, laced thong you'd kindly laid out for him to wear under the dress. 'For you.' The hunger in your eyes makes him feel small, makes him feel devoured even as your touch remains teasing.

'Mmm.' You hum. 'Want me to touch you then, baby?'

He nods, but manages to bite back the whine echoing in the back of his throat as you finally slip a hand into the thong and cup his balls. Your hand is hot, the grip you take on him tight as you roll his balls in your palm and tug. His stomach lurches, abs tightening as he bites back another soft whine.

'Words, baby. Or you don't get what you want...'

'Please...' The words drop into the air wrapped in a whisper. It feels right, achingly so as he slips into a role usually assigned to you and submits, handing over everything to you.

Something new bubbles in your stomach. It's a funny thing: power. Having it feels good, sure, but being given it willingly, by Bakugo Katsuki no less, makes you feel drunk. Hardening your stare, you cup his chin and force him to meet your eye. 'Pease, what?'

'Please touch me.'

A smile curls your lips. 'Good boy.' With one hand still cupping his balls, you wrap the other around the base of his cock. Your grip is loose, providing barely any friction, but he bucks up immediately, giving you exactly what you want. 'That's it... Go on, you wanna fuck my hand, baby?'

He nods, letting the twitching of his hips turn into slow rolls. His cock is drooling, coating your hand and making each thrust glide easily as he grinds shamelessly on your lap.

'Feel good?' Your cunt pulses as you watch him shamelessly hump your hand. The muscles in his shoulders tense, rippling as he rolls his hips and bites back the whines you know linger in the back of his throat. You bite your lip. That's okay, there'll be time to hear all his pretty noises soon enough.

'Yeah...' Breathlessly, he fights the growing burn in his thighs, chasing the bubbling pleasure in his stomach. He screws his eyes shut, lost to the feel of your hands, the skin of your thighs pressing to his. A rope coils in his stomach, threatening to snap, but just before he can tip, falling headlong into mindless pleasure there's an impossible tightness around the base of his cock. He whines.

'There it is...' You chuckle when his eyes snap open, a deep furrow marking out his forehead. 'You were keeping those pretty noises from me, baby.' Cooing, you keep your hand clamped tight around his cock as it kicks and ignore the tension radiating through Bakugo's jaw. 'You know I like to hear you.'

A scowl furrows lines into Bakugo's forehead as he tries to haul in steadying breaths. His pulse sings, burning in his veins as his release slips further and further from his grasp.

'Oh, Princess...' You coo, releasing his cock to sit up and cup his chin. His cheeks squash together, but his scowl soon fades when you press a soft, barely there kiss to his lips for his trouble. He melts into your touch and you smirk, whispering soft into the air between you. 'Now on your hands and knees. Ass up.'

There isn't time for him to pretend not to be enthralled by you as he scrambles off of your lap and presses his chest to the mattress. For all his bravado and bite, he's always been easy to reign in: for you, at least. It's too easy to sink, to lose himself to your charm and let himself go, knowing that you're always there for him. Still, he'd never thought all of that would have extended here – where he was almost too willing to be kept under your thumb. ‘You're too good at this...' He huffs.

'Am I?' You giggle. Your whole body feels wired, thrumming as you watch a man you've seen almost level buildings push his ass further into the air to try and tempt you.

Bunching linen in his fists, he shimmies his legs further apart and bows, curling his back into a near perfect slope. 'Tch. You're getting off on it too, ain't ya?'

'So what if I am? Look at you, Princess… You expect me not to get off on you looking like that?' Whistling low, you let your eyes eat away at the sight of him before rising to your knees. Your fingertips brush his thigh as you take up post behind him, trailing your hand up further and further until you can flip the skirt of the dress up around his waist. You press a kiss to one pale cheek, just below the waistband of his thong.

'You keep callin' me Princess and I'll -.' With his cheek pressed to the mattress, he tries to crane his neck to look at you, but as soon as he catches your eye – his mouth dries up. That thing is back in your eyes, the cold control that burns and makes his cock twitch. His stomach rolls. You look ready to eat him alive.

You arch an eyebrow. Reeling a hand back, you lay a singular hard smack onto his ass making him grunt, but you don't miss the way his eyes flutter in his struggle to keep looking at you. 'You'll what?'

He swallows, but stays silent.

'Are you gonna be good for me?'

'Yeah, yes... Good, I'll be good.' He wiggles his hips, anxious for more of your touch. His entire body already feels strung out and taught, but the promise of your touch stops him from stepping out of line further.

‘Good boy.’ Chuckling, you slip your fingers under his thong and tug it aside, exposing his pink hole. ‘Such a pretty cunt, Princess.’ Your tongue swipes at him, curling just enough to earn a shaky breath from his lips.

Fisting the sheets, Bakugo feels his eyes roll when you prod at him again. A shiver breaks out down his spine, an uncontrollable moan bubbling deep in his chest. 'Fuck... M – more, please.'

'Okay... Princess.' You sit back on your haunches and choose to ignore the huff that breaks from him when you take away your attention. Biting your lip, you reel back an arm and slap him again, harder this time, on his left cheek.

He yelps, but it soon transforms into a dull moan in the back of his throat, stopping the complaint that had been all too keen to leap from his tongue. Trapped in his thong, his cock kicks, growing redder with each second that it's neglected. He's not sure how much more he can take, if his body will allow him to submit to more of your delicate torture, but the thought of your face coloured with disappointment makes him dig deep and squeeze shut his eyes.

'On your back.'

He swallows.

Tilting your head, you bite the inside of your cheek – considering, before plucking at the front of his apron. 'Off.'

Your voice makes him shiver. He thinks about arguing, he does, but somewhere in the haze of your prowess he looses it. The fire he usually wields violently is suffocated, burnt out as he finally, finally lets himself go... After all, if he could give himself completely to anyone, he knows it's you.

'Now, baby.' You snicker as impatient claws at your skin. '… I wanna see those pretty tits.'

Tossing himself onto his back, he leans forward and toys with the bow at the back of his neck, quickly shuffling the top half of the dress to his waist exposing his chest. His gut tightens when you smile and offer him a small nod of approval, making him flame and want to beg for more.

'So beautiful... So pretty for me...' Slipping your hand behind his knees, you push up. It's an awkward manoeuvre to curl him over, forcing him to plant his feet almost right beside his head, but its worth all the trouble as soon as you're able to lay your eyes on his face. His cheeks are pink, the blush there running all the way down his neck and onto his chest, where his nipples have already pebbled underneath the sheer, black laced bralet that digs soft into his flesh. A dusting of hair, blonde and thick runs underneath it, between his pecs before thinning over his stomach framing the muscle perfectly.

'Please...' He sounds broken when he speaks. His usual gruff tone is weak, soft around the edges as he settles into his new position, pliant and awaiting.

You reward his desperation with a long lick against his hole that has his squirming. In this position, you can watch as his cheekbones darken, as pleasure swirls in crimson iris' and his mouth drops open. Eating him out with a new fervour, you wiggle your tongue inside of him and delight as a trail of uncontrollable moans slip from his mouth and dance into the air. Reaching around his hip, you raise your eyebrows, teasing as you slip under his thong, take hold of his cock and squeeze.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck...' Even if he wanted to get away, he's not sure he'd be able to. His thighs shake, pleasure zipping through his body as you continue to suck and lick while working him. Your tongue feels like heaven carving him out, the strange feel of you stretching him eclipsed by the violent bubbling in his stomach that has him white-fisting the sheets to try and contain himself.

'Look at me.' The lace is burning your hand, but you don't care. Watching him come undone is reward enough. His cheeks puff out, lips pulling back over his gums as he tries to choke down more and more air in his fight to maintain control. He's a vision. A machine of raw power reduced to a whining mess all because of your tongue.

It's a struggle, but he manages it. Although, he quickly regrets it. If he had thought you where beautiful before, it has nothing on how you look now. With blown eyes and a subtle grin, you steal his breath right from his lungs. To be at your mercy, he thinks, is an honour indeed.

'That's it... Good boy.'

'Can -.' The words stick in his throat, but he's nothing if not determined as he refuses to screw shut his eyes. You asked him to look after all and you're right, he's good. He can be good. He can: for you. 'Can I cum... Please?'

There's a burst of pleasure that wraps around your lungs when you notice the soft glow of tears beading on his lower lashes. His desperation is golden, glorious as comes apart by your hand. Even so, you can't quite help yourself. You squeeze the base of his cock experimentally.

'No, no, no... Please. Please, I've – I've been good. I -.' He hiccups, a singular tear wriggling loose from his lash line to drip down onto his cheek. Something squirms in his chest, burning right through his skin. The possibility of being edged again makes his limbs feel weak, makes his head spin and his cock bob pathetically.

'I know.' You sooth him with a soft hand on his hip, before lowering your head to press a gentle kiss on his ass. The muscle is warm and tense, making it almost impossible not to scrape your teeth against his skin and suck a pale bruise into the flesh.

He hisses. There's something inside of him that preens, that gets excited at the prospect of a purpling mark left on his skin by you. He wonders if it'll burn. If he'll accidentally knock it on the edge of a table while at work and instantly be chubbing in his pants. If the other pro's in the locker rooms will see it. If they'll get jealous.

Reeling back, you peck at the mark and smile. 'I know, I know. I'm sorry.' You're not. 'You've been so good for me. You can cum, Princess.'

There's barely three seconds between you burying your tongue back inside of him and his cock kicking in your hand. With a violent quake, he cums, letting the most beautiful series of moans loose from his chest as he rides out the high.

'That's it.' Working him through his orgasm, you twist your wrist to angle his cock until sticky white is coating his chest. It drips, thick droplets trickling over the material covering his pecs and running down the grooves of his stomach. While his ruined bralet bares the majority of his release, there are strings of white painted on his cheek and neck. His cum decorates him, making his skin shine as he blinks himself back to reality.

'Fuck.' Bakugo huffs, a sharp laugh catching in his throat. His tongue pokes out from between his lips, catching some of the cum littering his cheek before pulling it back into his mouth to taste. Behind his eyelids, his eyes twitch upwards, the taste of his own release infesting his mouth, but before his eyes can flicker open again there's a new weight on his shoulders.

Leaning over him, you let his hips back down to the bed before covering his body with your own. Your hands grip his shoulders, keeping him still as you lick a line up his chest, collecting cum on your tongue as you go. You swallow and smirk, groaning as his release slips down your throat. A second lick is laid on his jaw, curling just under his cheekbone before you press a kiss to his mouth and get to taste him on his own tongue. 'Feel good, baby?'

'Real fuckin' good.'

Snorting, you reach over to the bedside table and collect the small flannel you'd laid out earlier. Squeezing it in hand, you wipe him down carefully and remove the bralet. Making sure to clean every inch of him, you lay back over him and press another kiss to his mouth.

He moans, basking in the weight of you. Ignoring the ache in his shoulders, he lifts his arms and wraps them around you, holding you close as his breathing begins to level out again. 'This fuckin' dress really do it that much for ya, ha?'

You chuckle and kiss his cheek. 'You really do it for me...'

'Fuckin' cheesy bitch.' Bakugo rolls his eyes, but he doesn't shun the peppering of kisses you lay on his cheeks.

'You love it.'

Sometimes, he feels like he's won the lottery with you. He doesn't know what he did to deserve it, you, the love and adoration, the challenge and fire, but he knows he'd fight anything that ever attempted to part you from him. 'I do.'

'Love being my good little boy, too... Don't you?' Mischief creeps into your eyes as your hand dances down his stomach and brushes just over his lace-covered cock.

A gasp bullies it's way out of his throat as his cock begins to swell beneath your hand. With still shaking thighs, he wriggles beneath you, trying and failing to catch his breath.

'Don't you?' You punctuate your sentence with a particularly firm squeeze of his balls.

'Yes.' Bakugo yelps, shoulders bunching up around his ears. 'Fuck, yes.'

You kiss him for his honesty. 'You think you've got another round in you, Princess?'

He nods so quick his neck hurts, but the promise of you touching him again, of you making him submit again is too much to pass up. Rolling his hips, he groans when it causes you to tug gently at his balls.

'Words.'

'Yes... Please. Can...' He chokes, spreading his knees wider he thrusts higher into the air. 'Want -.'

Licking your teeth, you lean off him just enough to take hold of his cock with your other hand before beginning to fist him slowly. Each glide of your hand is smooth, eased along with the thick pre-cum that has already started to leak from him again. 'What do you want, baby?' Shuffling down his body, you reduce yourself to your elbows at either side of his hips. Bakugo's cock has always been one Hell of a sight. It's long, thick in all the places that matter and leans, ever so slightly left. The shaft is pale, a touch darker than the milk of his skin making the purpling veins that run from the base and along the underside stand out vibrantly. If you look close and focus, you can swear you can see his pulse, the steady thumb of his excitement that makes the head redden and weep. Lowering your head, you kiss his tip.

'Fuck... More -.' Back bowing, a pool of molten lava spills into Bakugo's stomach as he reaches down to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes across your face, fingers curling until he can almost, almost ease your mouth down and then...

You laugh.

The sudden rush of air over his cock makes him shiver, his hips twitching as desperation claws at his chest and demands that he beg for more.

'Oh, baby.' Pulling further away you loosen your grip on his cock. 'You know that isn't how this works.'

Whining, he loosens his grip on your cheek again choosing instead to cup your jaw and bring your eyes to his. He wets his lips and pouts. 'Please.'

There's a layer of faux innocence that coats the apples of his cheeks when he stick out his lower lip. It makes your heart squeeze. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that he's playing you, know that he's acting like this just because it will get him exactly what he wants, but you don't care. Seeing the Bakugo Katsuki pout and plead will always be your kryptonite. 'You want my mouth that bad?'

'Please...' He tries again, lowering his eyelids to half-mast for good measure. 'Want your mouth... Really, really want your mouth.'

You don't have it in you to deny him, he has been good after all. Granting him this small relief is the least you can do. 'Okay, because you asked so nicely...' Letting your tongue loll out of your mouth, you drag the point of the muscle from the base of his cock to the tip collecting pre-cum as you go. You place another kiss on his head when you reach it and then, take him into your mouth.

'Thank you, thank you, thank you... Holy shit. Your mouth... I – thank you.' Bakugo doesn't think he's ever been more thankful in his life. Words babble past his lips as you suckle at him, lighting up all of his nerves as he tries to keep his hips still. He hasn't been given permission to move and the thought of you stopping to punish him for attempting to fuck your mouth makes a cold chill break out across his shoulders.

If you hadn't of been wet before, you are now. His pleas are music, a soft chorus that makes you leak into your underwear as you begin to sink lower on his cock. Taking him whole is out of the question. He's far too big for you to consider attempting to deep throat him, especially after the last time. Instead, you bob taking the first third into your mouth while your hand clamps firm around his base, preventing any premature endings. You're far from finished with him after all.

'More.' He begs, voice still weak. 'Please.' Balls pulling up, he grits his teeth. He'd be cumming now if it wasn't for your vice-like hold on his cock, he just knows it and yet, there's a rush that comes with the denial. His body convulses, stomach flipping as his balls pulse again and again. 'I – I –.'

'Nah-ah-ah.' There's a twinkle in your eyes when you watch a flush take his face again. It's almost enough to make you do it again, edge him and make him writhe, but before you can have more fun there's a hand snaking back around the back of your head. You squeal when you feel the dull pressure of his hand slip down your jaw and wrapping around your throat. His fingertips dig into your flesh, press to your pulse point and squeeze.

'You've had your fun now.' Pushing up onto his elbows, a grin creeps across his face as he slips back into his role all too easily. The shift in dynamic is energising, brings the hair on his arms to rise as he shuffles onto his knees. 'Let's not forget who's really in control here, Princess.'

He reclaims the pet name like he was born to call you it. Your cunt pulses, soaking through your underwear and leaving a wet patch on the bed underneath. Before you can squirm, or even try to wrestle back a slither of the control he'd let you have, Bakugo's large palm is wrapping your waist and pulling you close so he can flip you back to the mattress.

Towering over you, a new feral smile on his lips, he collects the ribbon of his apron and re-ties it around his neck, forcing it to strain across his chest again. 'Now...' He purrs. 'On your hands and knees. Ass up.'

You comply with a new need surging through your body, putting yourself in the very same position you'd forced him into moments before. So, why you don't pre-empt the smack he lays against your ass is beyond you. Squeaking, you curve your spine and moan; a shock of pleasure zips down your spine. 'Katsuki...'

'What.' He chuckles, laying another, softer, slap on your ass. The fat jiggles making him feel feral as he watches you squirm. 'No more Princess, no?'

You're not given time to respond before a broad, lace-trimmed chest is pressed to your back and he's dripping under his skirt and taking his cock in hand to press it to your entrance. Your slick drips from you, soaking his tip.

'Now, you're gonna take everything I've got for you like a good little girl.' He leans down, whispering soft into the shell of your ear and making your breath catch. 'And I think you owe about three orgasms, at least.'

The stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock bullies inside, but there's no denying how perfectly he fits. Your cunt moulds to him, squeezing, desperate for every inch, every hard thrust and all of the frustration you'd build in his chest.

One of his hands wraps around your hip, his fingers rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bud of your clit. The other keeps your head down, cups the back of your neck and presses you into the mattress with such force that it's almost pathetic to think that you ever had the upper hand at all. His hips snap back into you, sending you jolting forward and he croons in your ear as he feels your cunt begin to tighten around his cock, signifying your already approaching end.. He growls. 'Tell me - tell me you think I'm pretty now, baby'

You don't, you can't. Your throat fills with a whine as your body submits to his and the next thing you know, you're cumming and cumming and cumming. He doesn't stop, fucks you harder as your vision clouds.

Bakugo groans and bites at your ear. 'Thats one. Two more to go, Princess.'

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harryforvogue · 1 year

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can we get some h and faye aftercare?

faye lifts her head when harry asks her to. getting his shirt on her body is a two person job apparently. he takes her arms and gently puts them through the arm holes, letting the loose material gather around her waist. he's already given her a fresh pair of boxers and socks since she gets way too cold in the winter, all shivering and shuddering. this way, she'll be warm, but not over heated when harry lays on her at night.

he's in his boxers, taking her into his lap carefully. he reaches for the bottle of water on his side table, holding it up to her lips, catching any water with a hand under her chin.

"good. want more?"

he's holding the bottle, but she's also put her hands over his.

she nods and takes a breath, taking several more gulps of water. when she's done, he puts it back.

"how are you doing?" he asks.

the pout he gets is heart breaking. "i'm so tired," she whines.

"i know." he rests his back against the headboard, fixing her pony tail. she doesn't like the feel of her sweaty hair on her neck after sex. he makes a little bun after some contemplation.

"have such a busy day tomorrow," she complains, rubbing her eye. with a dramatic sigh, she leans in and drops against his chest, her body sliding down his to adjust. "what will i do?"

"you'll go to work and then come home to me, won't you?"

harry rubs her back gently. her body is slowly cooling down. he loves when they cuddle after sex, both of them too tired to do anything but enjoy each other's presence. he massages the back of her neck as a silent apology for keeping it at an angle for the past half hour. all he wanted was for her to look down him when he went down on her and then up at him when he was on top of her.

she makes a noise in the back of her throat, signaling that she's enjoying the touch. he continues it.

blindly, faye drags her hand up his thigh and holds it out with her palm up. harry laughs softly and laces their fingers together.

"you've always loved holding hands."

faye, in response, slides down his body even more until she's resting her cheek against his butterfly tattoo, her eyes fluttering shut. "love it."

"it's cute."

"you're cute," she slurs tiredly.

"am i?"

"yep."

he stops massaging her neck after that and then begins to lightly scratch at her scalp. if she could purr, harry suspects she would have in that moment. she relaxes against his body further.

"did i pull on your hair too hard?" he asks.

"no."

"you're sure?"

"could have pulled it harder."

"i don't know about that, cherry. you're already so delicate. don't want you falling apart in my arms."

faye tiredly raises her head, something he sees is quite a feat for her. her eyes are narrows, mouth swollen. "you said you wanted that."

"in a different way!"

she lays her head back down. "mhm."

some time goes by. harry just watches for minutes, moving hair out of her eyes, watching her back rise and fall with each breath. he runs his thumbs through her eyelashes, then over the tops of her cheeks, her cupid's bow.

"i could stare at you for hours," he says almost inaudibly. her mouth is slightly ajar, telling him she's in a light sleep.

"could kiss you for hours," he continues softly. "anything you want. for hours."

her fingers have relaxed in his hold. he keeps holding her hand though, ignoring the heat between them that is slowly becoming unbearable.

"every time i look at you, i think there is no possible way for me to love you more." he caresses her cheek. "but the next day, i do. i do love you more. i don't understand how it's possible, but i will never complain about it."

he takes a deep breath and uses his free hand to drag the sheets over them. he slides down onto his pillow, adjusting her so she lays against the crook of his neck.

she wakes sometime during the movement, whining a soft, "harry?"

harry shushes her quickly, kissing her forehead. "it's all right. i'm here. let's sleep."

"sleep?"

"yes. goodnight, faye."

she doesn't respond, already asleep again. he smiles and turns his head to watch her. just for a little longer.

#harry and faye

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thedummysdummy · 2 years

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In Which Victor Gets Spoiled

Though the anniversary of his birth had never been something that Victor cared much about, this year he couldn't deny that he felt something akin to excitement. After all, things were quite different since the girl had taken to making sure the day was "special."

She had been particularly secretive this year. And so, as the sun peeked through the crack in the dark curtains to wake him, Victor found himself waking with a smile on his face. The girl still snoozed at his side, her squeaky snores filling his heart with warmth. He rolled over onto his side and stared at her features for a long time. The way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks. The freckles that speckled her cheeks like stars. Her delicate nose and soft lips. Victor couldn’t help himself and scooped her into his arms, holding her close to his chest.

The girl mumbled and adjusted her position slightly to more fully sink into his curves. Victor pressed his lips to her forehead and closed his eyes, content to lay there with the girl molded to his body as long as the peaceful moment could last. “Such a sleepy dummy,” he murmured, his hot breath rolling over her cheek. They lay there for another twenty minutes before the girl’s eyes slowly opened and she yawned widely. Her legs and feet stretched out to their full length and her body trembled slightly from the stretch. Victor chuckled and brushed her hair away from her eyes. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning yourself,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred with drowsiness. She nuzzled into his chest and yawned again as his warmth soaked into her cheeks. “Did you get enough rest?”

Victor nodded and gently ran his hand up and down the curve of her spine. “I always sleep well when you’re here with me, but you always make sure to ask the same question every morning. Don’t you ever tire of getting the same answer?”

She giggled and pressed a kiss to his right breast. “Never. I could never tire of hearing that you actually got enough sleep. The CEO often doesn’t take the time to be well rested unless I’m there to make sure it happens!” Victor feigned offense, but the girl just continued to giggle and extracted herself from his embrace. “You especially better be well rested for today! I have the best birthday plan ever!”

“We will see about that. A certain someone makes that claim every single year.”

“But am I lying when I say it?”

Victor couldn’t help but laugh as he climbed out of bed and slid his feet into the slippers at the bedside. “No, I suppose not. But eventually you are going to run out of ways to ‘top last year.’”

“Such little faith in me! We will be old and grey before I run out of ways to remind you how lucky the world is that you were born.” The girl flashed Victor a dazzling smile and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Victor with just the lightest tinge of flush along his cheeks and eartips.

The sound of the shower soon filled the bedroom through the cracked bathroom door. Victor gathered a clean set of casual clothing and slipped into the bathroom without so much as a knock. From the corner of her eye, the girl saw a movement in the room and stifled a gasp before her brain caught up. She would recognize that form anywhere… “Not even a knock, hmm? Someone is being particularly a rascal today!”

Victor opened the shower door and stepped inside, a cheeky grin on his face. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it? And my dummy wants me to be happy, right?” He slid into the warm stream, wrapped his arms around her wet form, and pressed his lips firmly to hers to empty her lungs. “I would think that this ‘rascal’ can have anything he wants today.”

Finding herself pinned to the wall of the shower, the girl simply nodded and attempted to catch her breath. “Just remember that we do need to actually get clean and dressed before we need to leave at 9!”

“I suppose I can make that work,” Victor rumbled.

~~~

They did, indeed, make it out the front door by 9. Barely. Victor stepped out into the sunshine and squinted for a moment before lowering his sunglasses. He looked quite dapper in his solid polo and khaki shorts with shades. His keys jingled in his hand and he took the girl’s in his other. “Alright, you have to tell me where we’re going now.”

“No I don’t,” the girl replied cheekily, ignoring Victor’s look of annoyance. He was about to argue when Goldman pulled up to the driveway with a wave. “See? I can keep the secret a little bit longer because you’re not driving!” Victor sighed and stepped up to open the car door for the girl, who gave him a kiss on the cheek as she passed. He only walked around the car to his own seat once he was sure she was securely buckled in.

“Happy birthday, boss!” Goldman’s chipper voice came from the front seat. Victor nodded in acknowledgement and leaned back against the seat. He reached over and grabbed the girl’s hand, their fingers naturally intertwining. “Are we ready? Then off to stop one it is!” The car roared forward and toward the city center. None of the occupants made much conversation; they all seemed to be content with the comfortable atmosphere in the cabin. Victor ran his thumb over the girl’s palm as he looked out the window in an attempt to figure out where they were going.

When they turned down a particularly familiar street, Victor turned to look at the girl with one eyebrow raised. “Souvenir? You’re bringing me to my own restaurant to make me cook you breakfast for my birthday?”

The girl giggled and shook her head. “You’ve only half figured it out. You’re definitely not cooking today.” They came to a stop and exited the car to the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafting from Souvenir’s brightly-lit interior. “Thank you, Goldman. I’ll text you when we’re ready to leave for our next stop! We need to be there by noon, so if we lose track of time you might have to come fetch us.”

Goldman nodded and winked before driving off up the street. The girl took Victor’s hand and led him into the restaurant where a smiling Mr. Mills was setting out cutlery for two. “Good morning, boss! Happy birthday!” He gestured to the set table and took a slight stop back. “If you two would be so kind as to take a seat, breakfast will be served shortly.”

Victor got the girl settled in her seat and took his own, staring at the kitchen door. The girl shook her head and waggled her finger at him. “Don’t even think about it! You are not going to help cook, wait, or clean up this meal! Mr. Mills has it under control.”

“I do indeed,” Mr. Mills’ voice replied from behind Victor. Victor turned to see his employee holding two plates of french toast with fresh sliced strawberries and a buttermilk syrup. They smelled heavenly and the girl pulled in a deep breath of the fragrant aroma. “Eat up, you two! I’m glad to finally put some of these skills I’ve picked up from you to good use.”

And with that, Mr. Mills retired to the kitchen and allowed the couple to enjoy their breakfast. It was absolutely delicious; hot, perfectly cooked, and a lovely balance of sweet syrup, tangy strawberries, and spicy cinnamon. Victor slowly and deliberately cut and ate his portion, his eyes glued to his partner. She definitely seemed to be enjoying her breakfast, judging by the small smudge of syrup on the tip of her nose. “So childish,” Victor grumbled, reaching across the table to wipe away the syrup with his napkin. “Must you be such a disaster?”

“I suppose not, but at least I’m your disaster,” she teased, sticking out her tongue and following it back in with a piece of toast. Victor rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep the corners of his lips from curling slightly upwards. As soon as their plates were empty, Mr. Mills returned with a platter of eggs, bacon, and sausage with fried potatoes on the side. “This looks delicious!” she exclaimed to the beaming Mr. Mills.

They made good progress on the second course as well, finally leaning back in their chairs to breathe. By the time Mr. Mills arrived with two steaming cups of jasmine tea, even the girl was so full she could only slowly sip at the fragrant liquid. She glanced at the clock on the wall and pulled out her phone. “I better tell Goldman that we’re almost ready to leave. Thank you, Mr. Mills, for this wonderful meal. What’s our bill today?”

Mr. Mills laughed and patted the girl’s hand. “Your bill today is to take care of this guy.” He smiled and gestured at Victor fondly. “Make sure that he doesn’t grump around on his birthday.” The girl joined his laughter and headed for the door as Goldman pulled up to the alley. “Enjoy your day, you two!”

Victor reclined in his seat with his hand draped loosely over the girl’s lap. She traced the lines on his palm with her index finger and watched out the window, excitement in her eyes. “I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where we’re going now?” Victor asked, glancing at her in his peripheral vision. She merely flashed him a cheeky smile and shook her head with vigor. “I thought not.”

The buildings thinned out as they continued driving toward a less populated region of the city. There was only one thing out here Victor could think of that the girl might drag him to, so with a smirk he clutched her hand and muttered, “It’s nice weather for the zoo. Not too hot or windy. There should be plenty of animals out in the sun.”

Unfortunately for Victor, he didn’t quite get the surprised reaction he expected. The girl simply nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day to spend outside in the sunshine. And I’m sure Vic-Vic will be happy to see you.”

“I should think the panda won’t even notice I’m there,” Victor replied dryly. “But it will be nice to see him regardless.” His answer pleased the girl, who strained to reach his cheek for a kiss. Victor sighed and leaned down toward her to accept it. “It is a fine gift. Thank you.”

The girl beamed and clutched Victor’s hand as Goldman pulled up to the gates of the zoo and came to a stop. “Boss, M’lady, we have arrived! I hope that you enjoy yourselves!” Goldman allowed the couple out and parked in a nearby space, calling out, “I figured I would enjoy a day at the zoo as well. Perhaps we’ll cross paths later! Just text me when you’re ready to go home.” She nodded and waved to Goldman, dragging Victor with purpose through the gate.

A glance at her phone screen told her they still had an hour until the excursion she had planned, so she slowed her step and loosened her grip on Victor’s hand. “We are earlier than I expected. What animals should we see while we wait?”

Victor looked at the girl quizzically. “Early for what? Did you have something planned other than just strolling around the park?” Realizing that Victor hadn’t actually figured out her entire plan, the girl began to laugh and wrapped her arms around Victor’s waist.

“I sure did, and you’re going to love it! But we don’t have to be there until noon. So is there any exhibit you want to see in particular?”

Victor shrugged and the girl looked at a nearby map board. “Well, if you don’t know then we’ll just see what we can find! Let’s go this way.” She pointed down a path and Victor acquiesced, allowing her to lead him wherever her heart desired. The joy and excitement in her eyes more than made his day. It didn’t matter what else she had planned…the fact that she was happy made him the happiest man in the world.

They visited the tigers, the bears, and the giraffes, the sun warm on their faces and their hearts warm in their chests. “Why don’t we go see the snakes?” Victor suggested, pointing at the door to the snake room. The girl stiffened and wrapped her arms around Victor’s arm, but she nodded and allowed him to push her toward the door.

“Dummy, there’s no reason to be afraid of the snakes. They are safely in their cages and far less dangerous than the lions we just looked at.” Victor chuckled and guided the girl through the doorway. She clung to Victor’s arm for dear life, eyes scrunched closed and only willing to peek at the animals. Victor, on the other hand, strolled casually through the various themed areas. He stopped in a tropical room with a massive boa tank in the center and various types of parrots flitting from tree to tree. The singing of birds and chirping of crickets made the room quite pleasant and Victor sat down on a bench with the girl next to him. “Open your eyes. It’s nice in here.”

The girl sighed, but slowly opened her eyes. The bright green of the foliage and reds, blues, yellows, oranges, and greens of the birds filled her sight. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “It really IS nice in here!” Victor nodded and wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. They sat there for a while just watching the birds and enjoying each other’s company until the girl glanced at her watch and hopped up. “We need to get moving! It’s almost time for the main surprise!”

Victor nodded and stood, taking the girl’s hand to allow her to lead him. She exited the building, weaved her way through the zoo, and stopped next to the pandas. There was a door next to the enclosure which the girl knocked on. It swung open to reveal a zookeeper with a wide smile. “Ah, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Li, yes?” The girl blushed at being referred to as Victor’s wife, but Victor didn’t give her a chance to correct him. He simply nodded and the zookeeper waved them inside. “Good, good! Just in time. Follow me and I’ll show you what we’re doing today.”

The zookeeper led them into an indoor enclosure, where three baby pandas rolled around and played. One was perched on a wooden swing, one was attempting to climb a ramp but failing miserably, and the final one lay flat on his back with his legs spread in all directions. “So today we need to give the pandas a checkup and lunch. There’s one for each of us, so pick your panda and I’ll introduce you.”

Victor’s eyes lit up as he realized that not only was he seeing pandas today…he was playing with them. He strolled over to the smallest of the pandas who was yet again attempting to climb, only to slip and roll back to the floor as a furry ball. “That one is Leyang. He’s a bit clumsy, so he might be a handful.” The zookeeper smiled and gestured to the little puffball. “You are welcome to hold him. He likes to cuddle.”

“Sounds exactly like someone else I know,” Victor teased, causing the girl to crinkle her eyebrows in irritation. He snickered and scooped up the panda, almost dropping him as the little one went limp. Though his face remained mostly impassive, the girl could see in his body language that Victor was a happy man. She chose the swinging panda whose name was Chi and buried her face in his soft fur.

The zookeeper beckoned them into the next room with their pandas where a scale and various veterinarian equipment filled the counters. “Set Leyang in here, please.” He gestured to the tub sitting on the scale, and Victor obliged. The keeper jotted down the number, nodded, and repeated the process with the other two. He checked their hearts, their teeth, and their paws before putting away the notebook. “Very good. Let’s put the babies down and get their lunch prepared.”

Begrudgingly, Victor and the girl set down the pandas who immediately jumped on each other and began rolling around together. They watched intently as the zookeeper explained how to make the meal and carefully prepared them. The entire time the pandas kept trying to climb their legs, squeaking and mewling as if they were starving right to death.

“Are you sure this isn’t you in panda form?” Victor asked the girl as Leyang again attempted to scale Victor’s leg. She giggled and offered the baby some of the food they had prepared. He snagged a piece of bamboo from the bowl and immediately flopped back against the wall to chew on it. “Yup, definitely you in panda form.”

The girl rolled her eyes and presented Chi’s meal before turning back to Victor. “Well, this one is you. Look how demanding! And picky. He put three pieces of bamboo down before choosing one he likes.”

“There’s nothing wrong with choosing quality over ease,” Victor replied with a waggle of his eyebrows. “I should know. I chose you, after all.” The girl blushed and hid her face while Victor chuckled and ran his fingers through the baby panda’s fur. He didn’t know that he’d ever get a chance to interact with pandas again like this, so he was soaking up every moment. The girl wandered over and Victor pulled her to his side, placing a tender kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you, my little dummy. This was definitely a birthday to remember.”

“Good,” she replied with a grin. “And there’s still plenty of time for other activities if you wish.”

Victor growled softly beneath his breath and hugged the girl tighter, lowering his head to whisper in her ear. “Well, if you’re offering to give me the rest of the day as well…we can certainly pick up where we left off this morning.” A bright blush spread across the girl’s cheeks and Victor began to laugh, letting her go to return to playing with the pandas. She watched him go and shook her head fondly. What a rascal. Her rascal.

#two kinds of fluff #and some spice #I wish I could do this...#mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #mlqc #love and producer li zeyan #evol x love #love and producer victor #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #mlqc victor fanfic #mr love queen's choice

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Their Favorite Place to Kiss You

warning(s): none

a/n: I just feel like they needed something sweet damnit :( i love them that’s all - my inbox is always open :)

characters: mikasa, armin, levi, hange, eren, connie, sasha, jean, zeke, & reiner

Mikasa

Your eyelids

Mikasa has always been on the more soft spoken side when it comes to intimacy, sometimes she finds it’s even hard to reach out and hold your hand. She often opts for brushing her knuckles against yours and just hopes you get the gist. But when you’re asleep it’s different. She gets to reach out and run her fingertips delicately across your face and it gives her the perfect opportunity to lean in and press feather light kisses to your closed eyes, and she always hopes her love is strong enough that her affection communicates into your dreams. Please give this shy angel all the love :,(((

Armin

Your cheek

It’s just the purest way for him to show you he’s listening and cares really :(! You’ll be on a date and he’s holding your hand and he’ll just lean on over and place a little smooch there while he’s got this little smile going on, before he tells you to continue with your story, “I’m listening sweetie.” It was also the way he hyped himself up to be more physical with you as the relationship progressed. Baby boy was a little nervous for your first kiss so he worked himself up to it by acting all sly and leaving the gentlest of gentlest kisses on your soft skin. He also loves kissing any birth marks or freckles you may have on your face, they just draw his attention so much and he finds them so cute he has to leave some sort of appreciation for them. And now, kissing your cheek/face has just become his favorite place to leave hellos and goodbyes. It’s even better when he can feel your cheeks get plump from the way you smile when he leaves a kiss.

Levi

Your hands

He has a nasty habit of overworking himself and pushing his body to the limits physically. Staying up late and depriving himself of sleep, hunching over a desk and straining his eyes from all the reading and work, getting frequent headaches from how strong his focus has been - usually meaning he’s forgotten to drink enough water that day. It all takes toll in his tired eyes and the sore muscles in his body, the ones most tense in his upper back. The only good that comes from this is how easy it makes it to strip him away from work if need be. Just running your hands up his back to knead at the muscle between his shoulders and neck has him sighing and closing his eyes, reaching a hand up to grab onto one of yours and place thankful kisses along your knuckles. Now you’ve successfully convinced him to lay in bed while you softly run your hands over his face and body, only stopping when he grabs them to place more kisses. He hopes it’s good enough at showing you how grateful he is for you in his life <3

Hange

Your forehead

They call you their little stroke of genius always and this just kind of seals the deal for them teehee. Whenever they get any kind of idea - good, bad, small, big, dangerous, you name it - they’re placing a kiss on your forehead and hollering before they run off to execute said idea. You have an idea and they’re praising you on how smart you are while they kiss you repeatedly there, kind of like they’re your older, invasive relative or something. It’s also their favorite way to greet you whether it’s them coming home or waking you up first thing in the morning. It’s just always the perfect blank space for them to lay their love on you and get your attention. And if you have a big forehead they’ll mention how it gives them more space to love up on hehehehehe <3

Eren

Your neck

Cuddly boy, cuddly boy! He loves bothering you and trying to get your attention, and he finds it’s the easiest when he has his face buried in your neck and leaving wet kisses there. He also finds it’s such a versatile place for affection. If he’s feeling clingy, he can come up from behind and wrap his arms around you while he whines into the crook of your neck demanding you pay attention to him by kissing or blowing raspberries there until you’re giggling and giving in. When he’s sleepy and cuddling he can stretch his face up to whisper into your neck about heading to bed and finalizing his wish with a soft peck - barely even a kiss. If he’s in a mood it’s certainly an easy place to convince you to join him. And if he’s just feeling soft - which is almost always - he has no problem in smiling into that spot between your neck and shoulder and giving little love bites or any form of attention there. He’s just a clingy boy and it’s the easiest way to get what he wants - and hide how red his face can get from you.

Connie

The top of your head

It’s a funny thing he’s started doing in passing moments that’s just made his days so much brighter. You two will be bustling about in the kitchen cooking dinner and when you pass by him he just has to grab the sides of your face and reach over to kiss the top of your head with an obnoxious mwah to top it off. Or if he’s dropping you off he obviously has to reach over the middle console to pull your head aggressively towards him to leave another silly kiss - he likes it even more when you act “annoyed” with him over it. But it isn’t always silly, he finds it a really good way to let you know he hasn’t forgotten about how sweet you are to him. You’ll be laying in his chest while you two watch a movie and he’ll lean down to leave a long and quiet kiss into your hair, reminding you of his fondness.

Sasha

Your lips

It’s such a simple but sweet place to kiss! Nothing makes her happier than leaning in and giving a quick peck before she’s off to her busy day, her nose usually bumping into yours cause she’s being a little too quick about it, but it never fails to make you all giddy when you feel her smile against your lips. It’s also her favorite time to kiss you after you’ve had something sweet. First she just wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb to collect the sticky syrup that collected there from your breakfast a few minutes prior, sucking the sweetness from the finger and humming to herself. Next it was replaced with a simple kiss to the corner of your mouth or wherever you had yet to clean up a crumb - sometimes her tongue would innocently dart out to get a better taste. Finally it became just a regular sweet kiss, even happier than before, when she could still taste the honey in your mouth from the biscuits you’d made for lunch.

Jean

Your shoulders

He adores running his hands up and down your arms and it just goes so well with leaving a few light kisses at the top of your shoulders. He also feels like it’s such an intimate part of the body in that for him to place a kiss there means he’s physically close to you in a way he treasures immensely. Like when he embraces you in a long, warm hug for whatever reason, getting to bend down and leave a long sensual kiss placed there feels so serious to him, even if you’re ticklish and it has you giggling. There’s just something so serene for him when he’s able to feel that calm and close with you that he always finds himself compelled to lean over and even crane his neck to remind you how special you are to him with a shoulder kiss. What can I say, he just loves em!

Zeke

Your thighs

It seems like he’s ALWAYS passed out with his head in your lap. He says it’s not his fault but yours because you’re the one who always lets him rest his head there when he’s home from work, running your fingers through his hair. How is he supposed to stay awake when you’re doing that? And don’t get him started on how you run your thumb over his brow bone and down the bridge of his nose before going back up and starting again. It’s like you want him to take a nap on your thighs! Which you kinda do cause it’s the only time you get to see this mf relaxed and quiet in your presence if he’s not reading or doing some other nerd shit. He always makes sure to press sweet kisses to the tops of them when he wakes up, along with chuckling and tickling you with his scruff. He also likes to give you massages when you’re laying in bed which always somehow leads to him rubbing your calf’s while he closes his eyes and gently kisses the soft skin on your inner thighs. He’s just a sucker for em and you can’t tell me otherwise!

Reiner

Your back

Oh this guy :( He’s a chronic big spoon, no matter your size. It’s just always so soothing for you to be in his arms with his hands resting at your tummy, sometimes absentmindedly kneading the soft skin there as he falls asleep. But he never stays that way, he ends up naturally scooting down throughout the night so when he wakes up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your back with his arms wrapped even tighter around your midsection. You can always tell when he wakes up by the soft flutter of his eyelashes against your skin and the tightening squeeze on your torso, followed by soft open mouth kisses up your spine and all over your shoulder blades. Of course the way he whispers, “hi”, into your ear once he’s reached the top let’s you know, too.

this made me so unbelievably soft omfg. I just felt like we needed some soft content and I’ve been missing them :((( if you guys like this and would want it I can make a pt.2 with some characters I didnt include in this one :)! Jus lemme know if it’s something you guys would want! Anyways I hope you enjoy, I love talking to you in my inbox, and if you’d like to be on a taglist jus lemme know and I’ll happily oblige :)

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xsamsharons · 3 years

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only one bed - nikolai lantsov.

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

genre/warning: just fluff!

words: 1.4k

summary: the age old "there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling" trope.

Today had been a rare calm day out on a deserted beach you’d found somewhere along the coast of Ravka, the sun had shined all day without cloud in sight, and the lack of wind combined with the hot weather had made it impossible to stay out of the water for long. Even though the day had been one of the most relaxed one the crew had had the fortune of enjoying in a while, a whole day in the ocean would take its toll on anyone, hence why you were now basically dragging your feet back to the Volkvolny to turn in for the night. You had your shoes in your hands, feeling the now cold sand make contact with your bare feet, your hair salty and your eyes red from the water. Tolya and Tamar were walking in front of you, both absolutely exhausted, causing them to stumble and trip over everything. Genya and David were walking behind you, both whispering to each other and giggling under their breath, and Nikolai was walking right beside you. You were both walking while sharing a peaceful moment of comfortable silence after a day full of annoying each other, though it seemed keeping quiet was a hard thing for Nikolai to do, since he tried to spark a conversation every five steps you took.

You had left everything on the ship in order before you left this morning, already imagining how tiring it would be to tidy everything up when you could barely keep your eyes open. However, it seemed like the universe had other plans, because as soon as you all arrived in one piece to the stowaway boat you had docked on the shore and after various failed attempts to climb up and onto the ship, Tolya collapsed on the couch. You tried nudging him and waking him up, but it was a lost cost given the fact that he had instantly passed out, and none of you were strong enough to move his dead weight.

“Don’t look so sad, darling.” Nikolai said when he saw you standing on your door looking like a kicked puppy. “Now you have an excuse to come into my room and sleep next to me.” he winked, which caused you to roll your eyes. He wasn’t wrong: while you would obviously take the couch, his room was probably the best one out of everyone’s, and you really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him right now. Instead, you just settled for a glare that you hoped conveyed everything you would say to him in that moment if you weren’t so exhausted. Judging by the way his smirk only grew in response to your look, you think it probably did.

“Thanks.” You huffed as he opened the door to his office slash room.

As soon as you stepped into his room and heard him shut the door behind you, you wanted to start crying out of frustration. Or exhaustion - probably both, you weren’t sure. Bottom line is that you wanted to start crying. Nikolai’s couch was a mess. There were pages filled with what looked like ship designs everywhere, the bed sheet on top of it looked like it hadn’t been washed in a month, there was a leftover plate of food on the floor and, was that a sword sticking out of the cushions? Nikolai chuckled from his side of the room.

“Guess you don’t want to be sleeping in there.” He said, sending you a smirk over his shirtless shoulder as he changed into his sleeping clothes.

“It beats the floor.” You shrugged, and it was true. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in ages and you were scared you were gonna fall through it and end up in the middle of the ocean. An irrational thought, of course, but one that your mind considered very possible anyway.

“I mean, we can always share the bed.” Nikolai proposed, and you shook your head, you thought you were already being too much of a bother, and you didn’t think your body could handle a whole night of sleeping next to him. “Oh, come on. It’s not that big of a deal, darling.” he smirked, walking closer to you until he was crouching down to look into your eyes that were trying to focus on anything but his hazel ones..

“Fine.” You sighed in response, and you don’t know how, but his smirk got even bigger than it had been seconds before. After telling him you’d slap his stupid smirk off his face if he didn’t stop, (which got a laugh out of him) you got changed and climbed into bed.

You both made a point of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, even though Nikolai had suggested that he could - in his own words - ‘keep you warmer than the covers ever could’, to the point where you were almost falling off the bed. You didn’t care though, you were exhausted and just wanted to sleep, so that’s exactly what you did.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how heavy your chest felt. You got worried for a moment, your brain starting to think that somehow you had fallen through the floor and you were drowning, before you glanced down and saw Nikolai’s head resting right under your chin and on top of your chest, both of his arms safely wrapped around your body as his soft breaths made contact with your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt in your body and your heartbeat to speed up. You ignored the butterflies having him lay against you caused you, and instead admired the sight in front of you.

You stared at his face and admired every single feature in it; his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, his soft lips slightly parted but looking as beautiful as ever, and his sharp nose upon which you were delicately tracing your index finger up and down. His nose subconsciously scrunched up at the contact and you let out a soft laugh at how cute he looked, moving your right hand from his nose and placing it on his hair instead, you started to twirl his curls in your fingers. You kept your other hand on his face and caressed his cheek, feeling your heart melting at the sight of the beautiful prince.

Soon enough, however, you noticed how your body started to go numb from being under him and having his body pressed up against you for such a long time. As much as you hated to disrupt the peaceful state he was in and your own private selfish view of his face, you shook him awake. He let out a groan and nuzzled closer to you, if that was even possible, and you felt your heart do flips inside you.

“Sorry for the bother, your highness, but my whole body is going numb. You aren’t exactly a feather.” You teased in a sarcastic tone, using his title to further taunt him.

In one swift motion, Nikolai turned you both around, still keeping his arms wrapped around you but this time you were the one whose head was placed on his chest. Your heart was already beating at an inhuman pace when he started to trace patterns across your arm with his thumb and you felt your body tense up once you started thinking about how he was conscious now and definitely aware of what he was doing. Nikolai must have felt this because he spoke with a sigh afterwards.

“I always imagined our first morning waking up together would involve less clothing, but this is still pretty good.” He said and you slapped his chest, feeling your cheeks burning up. “Just relax, darling. I can't sleep when your thoughts are so loud.” He concluded, moving to place a kiss on the crown of your head before laying back down.

You smiled softly and nuzzled closer to him, inhaling his scent resting your head above his shirt. You returned his kiss by placing one of your own against his chest where his shirt opened and left an open spot, relaxing against him once again once you felt his quiet laugh come from above you in the form of a huff of air.

Feeling his thumb still drawing patterns in your arms, you decided a few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt, and he would still be there when you woke up.

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shotowoki · 3 years

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PAIRING: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut, oral (female receiving), it’s pretty much just vanilla sex if i’m honest, aged-up, first time

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

SYNOPSIS:

You had been dating Todoroki for a while now. And yet, you still hadn't taken things to the next level with him. Perhaps you were nervous, or maybe it was fear. After all, this was all new to you. What would it be like to lose your virginity to Todoroki, you wondered?

Once again, you were back at the same spot as always. Your lips melting against Shouto's, his tongue gliding tenderly across yours. Even kisses like these had you feverish. From the gentle peck's he left along the nape of your neck to the more desperate ones. You were constantly left a nervous mess. Always getting lost in the way his plump lips came down in an open mouth kiss, capturing your lips one at a time before giving one a delicate tug.

And don't even get started on the way his hands felt in moments like these. His careful slender fingers caressing every inch of you. Gently, he would slip his hand from the small of your back to your thighs, resting himself there. Squeezing so slowly and lightly it felt almost as though he was teasing you each time. Without a doubt, you would feel goosebumps rise across your skin when his hand crept higher up your thighs, his fingers edging closer to your heat. And he would be so close, so close to touching you where you needed him most, but you could never go on. The knot in your stomach suddenly tightening as anxiety buried your body. Heart-thumping, you would lash out your hand to clutch his wrist, halting him in his tracks.

"Not ready, love?" is all he would say each time before gradually moving away, planting one last kiss on your lips.

It was the same each time, and it frustrated you beyond belief. Why couldn't you go on? Why did you feel so nervous? You knew you liked him, and you knew you were ready for him, so why? All these questions and you just couldn't find the answer.

And a new day would start.

Sweetly, you were awoken by the warm rays that peeked through your curtains, the golden hue painting your shared room with Shouto. You yawned softly as you shifted to your side, your boyfriend's face meeting yours as he slept. His eyelashes gently brushed against his cheeks as he snored through parted lips. You admired him in his peaceful state, cheeks slightly flushed, and his hair messily draped his eyes. Everything about him was so perfect.

You figured you should get out of bed, let him rest for a bit longer. As you slipped from under the sheets, you felt those familiar hands wrap around your waist, soliciting you to stay.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You giggled as you turned to look at him once more. But his only response was a hum as he relaxed his head against your back. His breath dripped down your neck, and his lips lazily grazed your soft skin. Suddenly, you felt yourself feeling hot still not accustomed to his touch.

His yawn filled your hearing and he tugged you back towards himself. "Can we just stay like this for a bit?" He mumbled into your ear lowly.

And you did just that, sinking into his embrace. His arms engirdled you, hands sneaking up your shirt where they relaxed. The way his chilled fingers brushed up and down your stomach had you feeling faint. You could feel his body heat across yours as he pressed himself against you. After all this time, he somehow always had an effect on you.

"Did you sleep well, y/n?" He whispered, his lips tickling your neck as he spoke.

"Um... yeah! I slept well. I'm sorry about yesterday, by the way. I just get too nervous to continue." You confessed, feeling a sting of embarrassment as you began reminiscing on last night.

You were referencing the night you tapped out of taking things further, again.

"Don't apologize for silly things like that, darling" You could feel his smile as he spoke. "We have all the time in the world. Don't rush yourself, okay?"

Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, lifting your arm slowly and placing it back down until he had you pinned. Your back faced the mattress as your head laid trapped between his arms. Heterochromatic eyes wandered around your face, and a tender smile plastered itself across his lips.

"I'm not rushing myself, I promise. I am ready, but my nerves always get the best of me."

With that, Shouto lowered himself, his face inches away from yours. "Do I make you nervous, darling?" A foreign teasing tone laced his voice.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you fluttered your eyes back at him. Both of you knew the answer to that question, and you were definitely not going to humiliate yourself further to admit to that fact.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

Cushiony lips met yours in an instant. Though it happened fast, Shouto's careful demeanor didn't waver. As his lips danced against yours, the familiar sensation began to sweep over you; body hot and adrenaline pumping.

He kissed you deeper, tongue coasting against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You didn't hesitate to grant his request, opening up immediately as you drove your hands up his chest. Under your palm, you felt the subtle drumming of his heart. It was oddly soothing to know you weren't the only one nervous. Maybe it was normal to feel slightly shy in moments like these?

His tongue ventured you attentively. With every swirl and flick of his tongue in your mouth, he made shivers trickle down your spine. And you felt woozy all over again. High on the taste of him, you wrapped your fingers into his shirt, pulling him towards yourself.

"Someone's feeling a bit eager this morning," Shouto spoke into the kiss, the corners of his mouth drawing into a faint grin. He was right. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad; fed up with all the times you allowed your nervousness to get in the way of your urges.

Lightly, he pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck. They felt warm as his tongue licked gradually. Shou delicately ensnared your skin between his teeth, nibbling gingerly at what was exposed. Throwing your head back, you couldn't hold back the moans that eluded your lips. Each whine dripped in lust as you felt his merciless lips wander further down your body.

He savored the taste of your silky skin as he explored you. Your sweet fragrance engulfed him; he pushed your shirt up, resuming his embrace. Nose lightly whisking down your stomach before his tongue swept back up. The sounds of your whimpers laced with his name cascaded from your lips. How was it even possible to fall for you more than he already had? Just watching how sensitive and responsive your body was for him had him on cloud nine. Every move his hands made, every stroke of his tongue, and every kiss he settled. Your moans only got breathier, and it made Shouto's head spiral. It was rare that he got to see you in this state, and he knew he was going to imprint this moment into his memory. He was already getting hard at the lude noises that coated your lips.

Those tender fingers of his gradually began kneading you softly, running down your thighs. And the tame fire that burnt at the pit of your stomach was set ablaze. You craved him more than ever, feeling more bothered with every second that passed. In response to the bliss you currently felt, you tried to shut your thighs, get some friction going. Yet, Shouto's body prevented that desire from coming to fruition.

"Princess, are you feeling needy already?" He hoisted his head up, giving you that damn teasing smirk once more. Deep down, however, he was just as desirous as you at this moment, craving to know more of you.

Before you could even respond, he was lowering himself down, peppering your inner thighs in kisses. At this point, you knew you were dripping, a tingly sensation washing over you.

"S-shou... please." You managed to huff out through moans, starving for his attention.

"Please what? Use your words now." His words had you feeling warm all over, embarrassed by his demands. Shouto didn't know why exactly he was teasing you this much; he could barely wait any longer himself. But seeing you flustered under him had him euphoric.

"I'm ready. Just please- you know what I want."

And with that, he obliged, his smooth tongue sweeping up your thigh. Nestling his lips delicately over your core, you flinched under his touch as a whimper parted your lips. Even if it was such a simple action, you still felt overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure.

Shouto didn't waste any time, hooking his finger in your underwear and swiftly tugging them off your frame. You could feel the cool breeze against you as you now lay exposed to him.

"You're beautiful, darling." Your boyfriend spoke in awe at you, admiring your body under him.

"Don't just stare!"

You tossed a hand over your face but Todoroki just chuckled at you, removing your hand from your face. Capturing your lips once more with his.

"Tell me to stop if it's all too much, okay?" Giving him a nod, he took his cue to continue his endeavor.

His slick tongue found its way between your two lips, caressing you up gently where he paused at your clit. Sucking softly, you felt an electric shock overcome your body as he relished in your taste. Dripping in pleasure, you whimpered and moaned his name, hands naturally burying themselves in his hair.

Finally, Shouto got to be lost in your waters, circling his spongy muscle around your clit. The melodious hums he let out as he devoured you delivered vibrations against your pleasure. Body quivering under his touch, Shouto savored the way your legs shivered.

"S-shou, I-I need more." You pleaded through broken gasps.

The best way to describe how you were feeling was almost like you were drunk. Feeling somewhat faint and simultaneously enticed as new sensations encapsulated your being. You've never felt your whole body move in such ways against your control. Even his dainty breaths on you had your stomach caving and your head flinging itself back.

To top all this glory off, at your request Shouto slipped his two chilled fingers in you. Pressing them partially upwards with every thrust. That, combined with his tongue doing wonders on your clit had him pushing all the right buttons. You tugged at his hair and whimpered out for him, eyes rolling back as bliss submerged you. The boiling pot in your stomach's pit overflowing with every calculated move he made. And when his fingers reached slightly deeper in you, it all consumed you. Your breath trembled, and your body twitched as stars overran your vision. A lewd moan streamed out your mouth, and for Shouto, that was everything he wanted to hear.

"Shou-Shou, please... enough."

Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you began catching your breath. Calming down from your climax, you eyed as your boyfriend's flushed face rose from between your thighs, lips coated in only what could be your juices.

"Are you okay, princess?" He spoke in a caring tone, but the way his tongue slipped out to lick off your remains from his lips had you feeling lustful once more.

"I'm more than okay." You responded, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, resting your palm on his neck.

His wet lips met yours in a sloppy kiss; you could feel his eagerness as he pressed himself down against you. The bulge in his pants nudged your leg, and you wanted him to unravel himself in you the same way you did. Softly, you pushed his chest, grabbing his attention.

"Want to stop, y/n?" He asked breathily.

"N-no... Shou, I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

He could barely tame the excitement that spiked in him, knowing exactly what was coming next. Yet, he swallowed down his desires, wanting you to be sure that this was what you wanted.

"I'm certain."

"I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if it hurts." He left a delicate kiss on your forehead before pulling himself up.

You watched as he swiftly removed his boxer. Spreading you apart, he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your fold. Breath already getting heavy, you dripped in anticipation for him.

"Ready?" He confirmed once more, earning a nod from you.

With your permission, he pushed the tip in, pausing as he waited for you to adjust to him gradually. The pressure you felt was near unbearable, feeling yourself stretch around his cock. Feeling full already, you couldn't imagine taking any more of him. You whimpered as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw as you bore the pain.

"I'm sorry if it hurts, y/n." He cupped your cheek, running his thumb across your bottom lip." I promise it won't hurt for much longer."

Once more, he drove more of himself in you, another surge of pain ripping through you. Quiet weeps evaded your mouth, your nails digging into Shouto's forearm. He took the hint, bringing his free hand down to meet your clit; his thumb tenderly rotating around it to drown out the discomfort. It felt better from there as trickles of pleasure rippling through you. Previous whimpers turned to lewd moans in no time, your pussy pulsating around Shouto as the pain gradually faded. And the last bit of him was in you.

He eyed his now submerged cock, letting out low moans as he felt you pulsate around him. But he didn't want to move yet. Instead, he cherished the image of your pretty self wrapped around him, your head tilted back and mouth open as your erotic voice bounced off the walls.

"How are you feeling, princess?" He came down to embrace his lips with yours as you reassured him of how you felt.

"I'm fine now."

"I'll start moving then."

You snaked your hands around his neck, preparing yourself for what was to come next. Haltingly, he began pulling out. Your walls swallowed him back in, however, and he could feel the pull. A gentle moan choked up in his throat at how snug you were.

"Princess, you're so tight." The low giggle that came after his comment made your body burn.

Before he could leave your body fully, he thrust himself back in. The lack of warning in his actions swept a moan out of you. Lust exploded through you as you sucked him back, and it had you almost reaching your climax again. Your eyes already rolled back as his dick stroked your plushy walls with every pump. Rhythmically, his hips met yours, and gradually you felt his pace pick up.

His body glazed in a thin layer of sweat; he peered at you through the hair that draped his eyes. You watched as his chest rose and fell, groaning at the feeling of being inside you. His pretty voice erupted from his throat and dripped down his rosy lips. This was a view one could only dream of, your beautiful boyfriend holding back from melting at your touch.

Louder and louder you both got, your moans flooding the room. No doubt that your climaxes were edging nearer. Every single thrust was hitting the right spot. The veins around his cock brushed every inch of you as you sucked him in deeper. Your body was overcome with warmth, legs bucking as your euphoria crawled closer. The knot in your stomach came undone as you moaned out Shouto's name. Gradually, his thrust got weaker, his own climax fast approaching. The feeling of being faint came as bliss occupied your sense. You twitched at how sensitive you felt, Shouto's cock still brushing past your walls as he road towards his high. Sloppier his pumps got, his moans getting deeper. He held you under himself, and with one sudden thrust, he whimpered into your ear as his cum drooled inside you, painting your velvet walls white.

You lay still for a moment, catching your breaths as you both processed what had occurred. It had finally happened; you both finally took things to the next level. Shouto turned to smile at you, intertwining your fingers together.

"You did amazing!" He said with a faint grin. You didn't even do anything, but you still felt a sense of pride. "I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Shou."

Carefully, he pulled out of you, urging you not to move.

"Stay still. I'll clean us up and run you a bath, yes?" You propped yourself up on your elbows, already feeling the ache between your legs building.

But you still couldn't help but feel all warm inside as you observed your boyfriend run in and out of your room to tend to you.

#MDI #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki #todoroki smut #shoto todoroki smut #shouto todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #bnha smut #mha smut #shouto todoroki x y/n #shoto todoroki x y/n #todoroki x y/n #bnha x reader

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violetnotez · 3 years

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Showering with the jjk guys

I dont feel like I properly made fic content in so long, so I have come to feed my JJK babes!

Characters: Megumi, Inumaki, Itadori (I had no energy to deal with writing for Gojo’s bullshit Im sorry lmaoooo)

Warnings: its slice of life, nothing bad-ish!

Megumi

“My head hurts, Megumi.”

Megumi grumbled, his cheeks burning red as he scrubbed soap onto your scalp.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t ran around in the rain, we wouldn’t be in this position,”

He could see how miserable you looked right now, head heavy and eyes dropping. You skin felt warm to the touch, even though the water was no where near enough to make you that hot. You were really hit with sickness today, and even though you demanded to take a shower, Megumi didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself. He had planned to just sit on the toilet and hand you your towel when you were done....but in your close-to-drunk sick state you had whined for him to join you.

You gave him a pout, eyes heavy with pain from your head. “But, I like the rain...it was fun,”

Megumi couldn’t help but smile, your voice sounding just like a little kid who was trying to justify their actions.

“But was it worth it though?”

He shouldn’t have known you would still be stubborn as hell, even sick-you opened your mouth to take an inhale of air, readying to defend your actions from the day prior that put you in this hell.

“-Just tilt your head back,” Megumi directed, forcing you to numbly listen to his order.

He worked all the suds out of your hair, his delicate fingers careful to make sure none of the soap reached your eyes.

He took careful focus to keep his eye on you, too terrified that if he looked anywhere but your face that you would catch him and poke fun at his blush (maybe it was because you were sick and not thinking straight from the concoction of medicines he had fed you, but you were way too comfortable in this situation compared to him, in his opinion).

He worked out the last of the soap, satisfied that you were all ready to get out of the shower.

“Alright, I’m going to get you towel and your-hungh-“

You interrupted him by wrapping your arms around his torso, head nuzzled into his collarbone. He could hear your breath out a sigh of relief, your lashes tickling his skin as the water trickled down your back. Your skin felt warm against his own, but it was comfortable, like having his own personal heater.

“Five more minutes, please?” You mumbled out, your lips barely grazing his pale skin.

Megumi felt his heart palpitate with a frenzy, eyes wide and cheeks a dangerous red hue.

You really needed to warn him when you did stuff like that.

He finally realized he wasn’t holding you back, his arms slowly closing around your body. Megumi sighed with a slight roll to his eyes, pretending to be exasperated as he rubbed circled against your shoulder blade.

“Fine, I guess....”

Inumaki

Inumaki currently had his head resting on your chest, the bathtub thankfully large enough to fit you both comfortably. He was practically glued to you, soft white hair cradled on your collarbone, hands wrapped tightly around your waist.

It was about 1 am, both of you staying up to binge watch random shows together until you realized the time. Toge had yawned, stretching his arms out to you in a motion that meant “cuddle me”. Even though he looked adorably irresistible, eyelids droopy and white hair ruffled from laying in your lap, you had insisted for him to bathe before bed.

Of course, he was quite stubborn, a defiant “Tuna” spilling from his lips as he shook his head vigorously.

Sometimes, you had to admit, he could be too clingy to you-but you didn’t really mind. You suggested for you to both bathe together, something that made him jump with excitement.

Even though you had in the bath with him for way longer than anticipated, it was quite relaxing, Inumaki’s chest rising and falling against your skin with each breathe.

You picked up your dominant hand, the motion sending a cascade of water droplets to splash back into the bath. You smoothed a few of the strands stuck to his forehead, a small, sweet smile enveloping on his face.

“Don’t go sleeping on me, Toge,” you joked, watching as his thick eyelashes fluttered opened.

Inumaki’s violet eyes squinted slightly in determination, doing nothing to hide the sleepiness as one corner of his mouth raised.

It was like he was telling you I won’t, but yet-he looked exhausted.

You smiled again, caressing the small marking on the right side of his face.

“Cmon, Toge, lets get out-“ you began, but were interrupted by a small huff as he squeezed your sides even tighter, like a child unwilling to give up their favorite stuffed animal.

“I...don’t-want to,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, eyes fluttering close as he cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.

You sighed, unable to be exasperated with him.

Why was he able to be that damn cute?

You softly patted the top of his head, resting your cheeks against his hair.

“How about 5 more minutes?” You asked, feeling him stiffen at your proposition.

“10.”

You sighed, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to win against him. Once Toge began to negotiate, he would become incredibly stubborn and couldn’t be budged.

“Fine...” you gave in, a tired smile on your lips as you began to close your exhausted eyelids, “10 more minutes....”

Itadori

Your hands were covering your face, digits balled up loosely as you felt the warm water splash against your bare skin. You were smiling, but that smile was a one that was laced with a wobbling composure-you were practically mortified.

How the hell did you somehow let Yuuji convince you to do this?

Yeah, you two had been dating for a while, and of course you felt comfortable around Yuuji, he gave you no reason not to be...but it still just felt strange. Being naked in front of your boyfriend, who was also naked....it just felt so intimate that you couldn’t seem to face it head on just yet.

Large palms enclosed around your wrists, the flesh gentle against your skin.

“Hey, you okay?,” Yuuji comforted, his voice reassuring and soft as the water sprinkled against the white linoleum walls. His thumb ran soothing circles against your skin, his voice light and airy as if a chuckle was about to erupt out of his chest.

“- you don’t have to be scared around me, you know that, right?”

You could hear that reassuring smile in his voice, his words like warm honey as it tingled down your back.

You mustered enough strength to peak through your dampened lash line, fingers subtly separating from their tight fists as you kept your eyes glued on Yuuji, trying desperately to not look down.

Yuuji did the same, that bright smile growing even wider the moment you actually looked at him and seemed to be a bit more at ease.

You gave him a small smirk, showing to him you were more confident in yourself even though that sheepish look was plastered all over your face.

But strangely, you noticed his eyes grow like a deer in headlights, brown orbs slightly widen and chest elevating as if he had the sudden urge that he couldn’t breathe.

You blinked a few water droplets back, your lips parting in concern.

“-Uh, Yuuji, you okay?” you asked, your turn to be concerned as your boyfriend looked at you with redden cheeks, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, yeah-“ he mumbled out, an embarrassed chuckle cascading off his lips, “It’s just -

“-you’re so pretty when you look at me like that,”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #itadori x reader #jjk itadori x reader #jjk yuuji x reader #inunmaki x reader #jjk inumaki x reader #jujutsu kaisen inumaki x reader #toge x reader #jjk toge x reader #itadori oneshot #yuuji oneshot #inumaki oneshot #toge oneshot #megumi x reader #jjk megumi x reader #megumi oneshot

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some-kindofgnome · 3 years

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meet me in the afterglow

After college graduation, you took an all-summer backpacking trip around Europe with your best friend. Now you've got one last night together before coming home as lovers.

characters: eijirou kirishima x f!reader

wc: 2.4k

tags: smut (18+ please!), aged-up characters, quirkless au, implied friends-to-lovers, fluff, mentions of drinking/the sliiiiightest bit of tipsiness, swedish condoms, no beta we die like that bottle of wine

notes: @the-moons-raes and I discussed travelling with BNHA boys at some length a lil while ago, so I wrote this sweet lil scene for her! Consider it a (very) belated birthday present my dear. 💖 xoxoo

MASTERLIST

The sky’s faded from powder-blue to apricot by the time you stumble together into the bedroom.

“Oh my god,” you giggle. You’ve been grinning all night, so hard it’s starting to hurt your wine-warmed cheeks. But this is the happiest you’ve been in a very long time.

“That was,” Eijirou starts, “one of the- no, the best meal I’ve ever had.”

“We should’ve ordered another bottle of that wine,” you muse. He’s got his hands on your hips and you twist in his grip, curling your fingers around his palms. His face has gone pink, but his eyes are sparkling and you’ve already decided you want to preserve this feeling for the rest of your life.

“I don’t think you need anything else to drink tonight,” he teases smoothly, pulling you close with his fingertips digging into the gauzy fabric of your dress. He leans down and pushes his lips against yours, the last tartness of the strawberry gelato you finished on the boardwalk still lingering in the tender flick of his tongue.

Tonight falls at the tail end of a long backpacking trip across Europe that you’ve been wanting to take for as long as you can remember. You’d never planned to take anybody with you at all, let alone the man you’d wind up falling for.

But Eiji’s always been pretty good at defying your expectations.

The rest of the summer hasn’t been this glamorous. You’d spent most nights shacked up in rickety little hostel beds, bunking together in rooms of six or camping out in the backseat of a tiny rental car. But the sleepless nights and sore backs and restricted luggage hadn’t changed a thing. You’ve been in heaven all summer long.

To celebrate your last couple of nights in this hemisphere, you checked into one of Naples’ top-rated hotels. It’s still not the most luxurious room on the market, but compared to the military-issue bunk beds you’ve been sleeping on for the past eight weeks, it might as well be paradise.

Especially now, given the changed nature of your relationship.

You got on the plane together two months ago nursing a deep, intense crush on your best friend. You’ve been close with Eijirou since your first year in college together, when he was assigned to the dorm room beside yours. And for as long as you’d known him, you assumed you’d be loving him from a distance.

But somewhere between Brussels and Berlin, the line between friend and lover started to blur. Since then, it’s been completely erased.

“Come on,” you protest, flinging your arms around his neck and clasping them together behind his head. “I can hardly feel a thing.”

He ran out of hair gel two weeks ago and he’s been wearing his hair down ever since, tied into a loose little ponytail at the nape of his neck. The dark roots of his natural colour are starting to show at his crown after going nearly two months without so much as a haircut.

To you, he’s never looked sweeter.

“That’s my point,” he insists, descending into tipsy, cheerful laughter. “You’re so drunk y’can’t feel a thing. C’mere, it’s time to get you to bed.”

His euphoric grin twists around the edges with mischief as he stoops, sweeping you off your feet with a quiet little grunt of effort. You burst out laughing, letting one arm drop around his neck as your head falls back in deepening mirth.

“Take me to bed,” you swoon, dropping purposely limp in his arms. You haven’t been able to do any of this since that night in Athens a couple of weeks ago where you miraculously had an entire hostel bunkroom to yourselves.

Even then, those cots didn’t make it easy.

Tonight you’ve got a king bed all to yourselves, which Kirishima plants you on before crossing to the window and throwing it open. The night air is velvety and sweet, rolling in like heady steam and waking your senses as you watch him ditch his shoes and crawl across the plush bedspread to settle down beside you.

“You are insanely beautiful,” he croons, propping one head on his arm and smoothing his fingers affectionately down your temple. “I can’t believe I get to tell you that.”

He leans in to kiss you after that, tasting you carefully as his hand drifts from your cheek to your neck to your side. He’s a careful kisser, tasting of the last hints of that sweet summer wine that’s filled both your heads.

Picking up on your eagerness, he breaks from your lips to push attentive little kisses down the side of your neck. But as he reaches the hem of the floaty little dress you wear, he pauses and finds your eye.

“Can I?”

He’s already sliding one palm down over the curve of your hip, but it pauses at your thigh, and the earnest little quirk in his brow is so cute you can’t help but giggle.

“Do you really need to ask?” you quip.

He hums thoughtfully against your skin, already mouthing at your collarbone. “Just making sure.”

There are oversized buttons lining the center front of your dress, and he takes his time popping open every single one. He opens the dress far enough that he could have easily pulled it down over your hips, but he doesn’t stop there. Instead, you get to watch as he works open the last button with quiet, deep concentration, and when he finally does, he pushes the folds open around your body with a loving little triumphant smile.

“There’s my girl,” he croons as he crawls atop you once more, shedding his sweaty t-shirt in the process. You’re chest-to-chest when he catches your lips again, and his skin is still a little warm from the afternoon you’d spent at the beach before dinner.

He kisses you long and low and slow, giving you plenty of time to let your thighs fall open around the slope of his hips. Eiji presses naturally forward, pushing the ridge of his pelvis and the stiff denim of his shorts against your flimsy underwear. He huffs quietly into your mouth, and as you shift and squirm beneath him you can feel his cock stirring against you.

“Eiji,” you whimper, turning your face sharply to one side. “Don’t make me wait.”

In the absence of your mouth, he noses attentively down the column of your throat. His eyelashes flutter at your jaw and you feel it when he purses his lips and swallows hard.

“Okay,” he rasps. “Okay, I gotcha.” He rears back, sitting up on his haunches to unbutton his shorts. Before he gets up to shed them, he rests a hand on the plane of your belly, smiling so innocently down at you it shouldn’t make you throb.

But it does.

“Ready for me already, pretty girl?” Eiji muses, and you have to bite your lip hard to keep from rolling over and screaming into your pillow as loudly as possible.

“Been ready for you since the beach,” you tease back, and it works, since his ears are turning red as he slips out of bed. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his undershorts and shucks both garments in one smooth motion, hunching over to let them drop to the floor while he steps unceremoniously out of them.

His cock’s half-hard already, sitting full and heavy between his thighs and swelling self-consciously under your gaze. He’s exactly as big as you always sort of knew he was. He’s not shy about it, either. He can’t afford to be.

But he doesn’t know how beautiful he is, sunburned and sweating in the fading golden-hour light of your last sunset in Italy. You want to pet the soft little bristle of dark hair that dusts his chest, follow the taper of it all the way down to that perfect trail that always used to disappear under his shorts.

Not anymore. You get to see him at his most vulnerable now.

And you will not misuse that trust.

“Come here,” you purr, pushing yourself onto your elbows so he can see the desire burning in your gaze for him.

He leans instinctively toward you, hands twitching by his sides. He snaps out of a little reverie with a hard blink, stooping in front of his shorts and fishing out his slim little travel wallet.

“Hang on.”

He flips through the creased euros and museum tickets, carding out a wrapped condom. He climbs back onto the bed and passes it to you with a shy little grin.

“I know you like to do the honours.”

The condom comes from a packet you bought in the wee hours at some twenty-four hour roadside convenience store before bedding down in a rented car together. The instructions are in Swedish, but you know what you’re doing.

By the time you get the condom unwrapped, Eiji’s on his knees in front of you and his cock is fully hard out of sheer anticipation. You reach between his thighs and wrap your fingers around his warm flesh, making him shudder. And you drop one sweet, warm kiss to his mouth before you focus.

He rolls his hips quietly into your touch as you handle the job with delicate precision, unrolling the condom all the way to his base.

“Ready?” He asks you, but you’re already laying back against the pillows and thumbing off your underwear, slick and aching for him.

“Get over here before I start without you,” you tease, and he is powerless to resist you. He anchors himself on his knees, hooking each of your legs over one of his powerful thighs. He reaches for you and his cock sweeps the inside of your thigh as it bobs between you. You’ve been wanting this from the moment you saw this room, the perfect ending to a life-changing trip.

Eiji sinks lower, letting the barrel of his chest rise and fall with a deep, steadying breath. He reaches between you to line himself up with you, casting his eyes up to yours when he feels you.

“Ready?” He repeats himself, and this time the humor’s gone. You nod quietly against the pillow and reach for his free hand, lacing your fingers together tightly.

You squeeze hard as he starts to slot himself inside you. He stretches you deeply, especially without any preparation. But he knows how to keep you comfortable, moving slowly and smoothly. He braces a hand on your belly as he bottoms out, but he does not pause there. Instead, he starts to ease into a lazy rhythm, sweeping his thumb between your folds to find the swelling nub of your clit.

“Fuck,” you whine, and he flinches a little inside you.

“God,” he gasps, bending over to press his forehead- sticky with sweat- into yours. “Tell me I’m not dreaming, yeah?”

You reach up and lightly pinch his chest with your free hand, and he grins above you.

“You’re good,” you confirm, hearing the breathlessness echo in your own voice.

“I’m not gonna last long like this,” he brushes. You shake your head.

“Don’t care. Just fuck me.”

His brow lifts against yours. After a chuckle of disbelief, he sits up.

“Aye aye, captain.”

He squeezes your fingers tightly and begins to thrust.

He does not hold back with you, keeping the pad of his thumb winding tight circles into your clit as he fucks you with eager diligence. You revel in the slap of your bodies, the fact that you can spread out and make noise, moan for him like you’ve always wanted to. Finally alone together for real. No stolen moments of privacy here. You can take as much as you want.

“Eiji,” you beg, beginning to clench around him as you feel the first twinges of your climax approaching.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he huffs, borderline incoherent as the flush spreads down his neck and chest. “Let go for me, I gotcha.”

In a dozen thrusts he’s got you falling, letting high whimpers escape your throat as your pussy clenches and flutters around his thick shaft. He rubs you diligently through your climax, fucking you steadily until you whine and paw his hand away, overstimulated and sensitive.

“I’m there,” he promises. “I’m there, I’m there, I’m….. f-fuck!” His jaw falls slack as he throws his head back, thrusting headlong into a tight climax that has him trembling against you. His hips go still, but you can feel the way his cock twitches inside your spent walls as he fills the condom.

When he’s finished he stays there for a moment, shoulders dropping while the rest of his body goes slack. He reaches up, scraping sweaty strands of hair off his forehead before he grins sleepily down at you.

“Did you…” He starts, eyes turning inquisitive. Someday he’ll be able to tell, but for now you’re just glad he’s asking.

“Yeah,” you hum, eyes bright despite the weight setting quickly into your limbs. It’s worth it for the pride that surges visibly through him, and he pulls out of you with a triumphant grin spreading his lips.

“Good,” he gushes, slipping quietly away to dispose of the condom. He’s hardly gone for a handful of seconds, and when he comes back he crawls eagerly up to your side and pulls you into his arms, curling his body attentively around yours.

“This is nice,” you confess, drifting pleasantly in the wine-and-sex-induced fog that rests heavy in your brain.

“Hmm?” Eiji’s already half-asleep above you, eyelids drooping as the light fades from the window beside the bed.

“This,” you prompt again. “Not having to get dressed again right away. We should do this more often.”

“I sure hope we do,” he enthuses. “When we get back, I’m not letting you unpack until we consummate our relationship on the right hemisphere.”

That was the longest you’d gone around him without laughing in a while. Even half-asleep, though, his wisecracks are enough to make you snort.

“Deal,” you hum, letting your eyes fall shut as the world bleeds out of focus around you. It’s not even eight o’clock and you’re sure you’ll have him again before nightfall. But for now, you’re more than happy to bask in the afterglow with the one person in the world you never thought you’d make it there with.

#bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut #tw drinking #reader insert

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spectral-musette · 3 years

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She touched his face, fingertips light along his temple, nails delicately scraping through the short beard on his cheeks, lingering on the cleft in his chin before resting on his mouth.

“I thought…” she began, but then choked on a soft sob as the tears began to run down her cheeks.

“I thought you would be angry,” he said instead, nuzzling his cheek against her hand and then kissing the palm.

“I am furious,” she assured him, tenderly. “I am incandescent with rage.” Her lips were against his, her breath uneven in his mouth.

Directly following the Deception arc (Clone Wars Season 4 episodes 15-18), Obi-Wan asks for Satine's forgiveness for letting her believe he was dead.

Just over 2000 words, M in AO3-style rating, probably part of a longer work if I can ever finish it and think of a title.

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Obi-Wan had not protested very much when Padme offered him the use of her family’s lakeside retreat in the aftermath of the attempted abduction of the Chancellor on Naboo. He had, however, expected a slightly more modest structure than the sprawling villa he’d found upon his arrival. Despite the droids on staff, the place seemed empty, hollow, as though it still echoed with the voices and laughter of a happy family. So fresh from his undercover work, he wasn’t sure isolation was the best remedy for his rumpled spirits after the ordeal, but arrangements had been made, and he supposed he could make the best of it for a few days.

In some ways, he was eager to leave Naboo. The memory of Qui-Gon’s death still cut like a keen-edged blade here. But perhaps that meant he should stay, to meditate on his old grief.

Painful as that prospect was, at least it sounded more surmountable than returning to a Temple that had been mourning him.

He’d have to, eventually. Anakin’s (justified) expression of betrayal and Ahsoka’s wounded demeanor still stung, and he didn’t look forward to repeating these painful scenes with other dear friends, with Luminara, or with Quinlan. But until the GAR red tape was untangled (at least a few days), he was still officially dead, and granted all the freedom of a wandering ghost.

He felt a little like the ghost of his old self after a quick swim as he climbed out of the lake onto the patio by the house. He sat heavily on the flagstones, still warm from the sun even as the stars were coming out. The constellations of Naboo seemed startlingly familiar considering the few times he’d seen them. The span of nearly 15 years felt short tonight. Perhaps it was the mere stubble of hair on his skull, shorter even than a padawan’s. Perhaps it was the ache of his old Master’s absence. He tried to ground himself in the present; as he toweled off his wet limbs, the ugly burn scars from his duel with Count Dooku shone pale in the moonlight, and his face still hurt from the dreadful biotech that had transformed him into the Mandalorian marksman.

It was always Mandalorians, wasn’t it? Proof that the Force possessed a sense of dramatic irony that the brethren of the woman to whom he’d lost his heart seemed to continually haunt him.

The guilt of it weighed like a stone on his chest. The mission had dragged on far too long for Satine not to have heard news of his apparent death. He had hoped it might all be resolved before… Well, it had been an unlikely hope, anyway. Padme almost certainly told her immediately.

There hadn’t been anything for it. To ask for permission to tell Satine the truth before the charade would’ve been tantamount to confessing his feelings for her. Had there only been the censure of the Council involved it might’ve been one thing, but any careless word to the Chancellor’s staff could’ve proven disastrous for Satine and the gossamer-fine line she walked to keep peace and authority on Mandalore. He’d been keeping her safe even as he wounded her.

Just like the old days, pulling her out of harm's way, or shielding her with his body.

Only this wasn’t an accidentally scraped knee or bruised arm. Perhaps it was vain of him to assume, but he knew how deeply she cared for him, how intense her feelings ran…

He’d tried composing a message to her so many times. Even still in the guise of Rako Hardeen, when he caught a moment’s rest, he’d gone over it in his mind, lulling himself into an uneasy sleep as he tried to find the words to ask her forgiveness.

In the end, a forthright Forgive me, was the best he could muster, hastily sent to her private channel as soon as he’d gotten access to a comm unit at the conclusion of the charade. If you’ll listen, I’ll try to explain, but nothing will excuse what I’ve put you through. Know that I am so very sorry.

She hadn’t replied. He checked the comm unit again as he pulled his undertunic over his head, the rough linen soaking up the last of the lake water on his back, seeing only his own message, stark and insufficient.

He didn’t blame her, truly.

He’d slept since sending it, through the afternoon, reveling a little in the luxury of resting when he felt tired, regardless of the local daytime cycles. And he dreamed in disjointed flashes, mostly of her… her grief, her melancholy, her ire… of the glint of tears on her dark gold eyelashes, the quaver of anger in her beloved voice.

He wasn’t sure if he ought to just sleep again, now that night was here. Weary as he was, he felt he could sleep for days.

He heard the door from the house to the patio open. He didn’t look immediately, as it seemed likely to be one of Padme’s droid caretakers, there to ask if he required food or clean linens. But there was no whirring of servos, and the footsteps on the flagstones sounded too soft. He caught a whiff of an achingly familiar floral scent just as he turned.

She must’ve been too much in his thoughts already, his mind too clouded with guilt and regret and weariness to clearly sense her presence.

But Satine stood, silhouetted by the dim illumination of the house, resplendent in the scarlet gown she’d worn the night they’d met in secret on Coruscant, though her hair was loose about her shoulders, pale and shimmering in the moonlight. For a moment she was utterly still, then she merely raised a hand to her mouth, stifling a soft gasp.

He scrambled to his feet, keenly aware that this was not the state in which he wished to appear before his lady. His trousers were still sopping, his undertunic open to the navel, and his hair had barely grown in longer than the stubble on his jaw. But her eyes were only on his, and shining with tears. She took a few steps towards him, then swayed a little. He lunged to catch her around the waist; the last thing she needed on top of all the rest of the suffering he’d caused her was bruised knees. She twined her arms around his neck, and his knees gave a slow surrender too, such that the pair of them sank to the flagstones, wrapped in each other’s arms.

She touched his face, fingertips light along his temple, nails delicately scraping through the short beard on his cheeks, lingering on the cleft in his chin before resting on his mouth.

“I thought…” she began, but then choked on a soft sob as the tears began to run down her cheeks.

“I thought you would be angry,” he said instead, nuzzling his cheek against her hand and then kissing the palm.

“I am furious,” she assured him, tenderly. “I am incandescent with rage.” Her lips were against his, her breath uneven in his mouth.

He tasted it in her kiss, a fleeting note of bitterness and sorrow amid the heady sweetness of her relief and joy, the fire of her desire.

“I am so very sorry,” he repeated, abject.

“Oh, I hope so,” she replied, breathless.

As usual, Satine had the last word, as neither of them could speak for some time after that.

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She lay on her side, half propped up on her elbow, her head against the pillow and her hair spread across it in a tangle of pale spun gold. The bedclothes were pooled around her waist, and he deeply felt the intimacy and vulnerability they shared in that moment. He thought this image of her would be vivid in his mind for the rest of his days, however long that might be: the pale morning light on her bare skin, her flushed cheeks, the glint of unshed tears in her eyes, the soft swell of her breasts with her sharp, uneven breaths as she tried not to cry again.

Finished with his abridged account of the awful ordeal, he reached out to run the backs of his fingers along her arm.

“Say something,” he begged.

She sat up a little more, her hair falling across her face as she wrapped her arms around herself and turned away from him.

“It might be… easier to accept, if you’d done it for the sake of someone … worthy of all this pain. To protect Anakin or Ahsoka or Padme or…”

“Satine, I can’t decline a mission to protect the Chancellor simply because I dislike the man.”

“It isn’t a matter of dislike. There’s something… so… wicked about him. Manipulative and scheming. Don’t say it’s because he tried to put troops on Mandalore, and don’t you dare say it’s because he’s a politician.” She turned back to him, her gaze challenging.

“No,” he agreed prudently. “I won’t say that. I don’t disagree with you. He’s been a mentor to Anakin and to Padme for as long as I’ve known him, but I can’t help thinking it’s always been somehow for his own benefit. He steered Padme to get himself elected in the first place, and his grip on the office has been white-knuckled since. I can’t very well blame him for the war, but despite his lipservice towards peaceful resolution, the GAR keeps swelling its ranks.”

“I’ll blame him. Unfortunately, there’s no evidence to confirm it aside from my gut feeling.”

He placed a hand on her waist, his thumb tracing around her navel. “I’ve learned to trust your gut feelings. But dislike him, distrust him or not, my duty is to the Republic.”

He started to pull his arm back, but she gripped it by the elbow. He slid his hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer.

“What of your duty to me?” Her voice was quiet, but not without a note of beskar.

“Is it duty?” he asked. “I thought it was love.”

“Perhaps it’s very Mandalorian of me,” she said, “that we hold our most sacred duties to be to those we love.”

“Satine, I cannot put my devotion to you above the will of the Council or the good of the Republic. Not while I serve the Jedi Order.”

He almost expected her to pull away in anger or distress, but she shifted closer, pressing her face against his shoulder. “I know that. I’ve always known that. But it hasn’t hurt like this before.”

“Not since I left?” he suggested, burying his face in her hair and holding her tightly.

“No. Not even then. It wasn’t losing you, it was letting you go. This was… like I had died too.”

The guilt of it made his stomach turn. “I am so sorry, Satine. If there had been time to find another way… to spare you this…”

“The worst of it is that you knew how it would hurt me,” she accused. “And you still did it.”

“I knew,” he confirmed, regretful. “The Chancellor insisted on knowing everyone who was privy to the plan, and I had no time to even find the opportunity to disobey. I thought… the risk of revealing that you should be told…”

She let out a breath, hot against his skin.

“I think I’d have much rather run that risk than think you were dead.”

“If I’d had time to think it through, perhaps I’d have decided differently. But everything was snap decisions, and my instinct was to protect you.”

“And I can’t even be angry at you for that.”

“Of course you can be angry,” he soothed.

“Oh, what good does it do?” she demanded, lifting her head, fair brow furrowed. “Just wasting time quarreling when we have so little time together anyway.”

“Then you forgive me?” he asked humbly, kissing her forehead.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, stroking his cheek. “I know that I still want you, though.”

“Then I am yours,” he promised, kissing her fingertips.

“At least it’s not an offense that’s very likely to be repeated,” she reflected, shaking her head a little.

“Not very,” he agreed.

“I feel like I ought to extract some promise… some penance. But I expect you’ve punished yourself enough.”

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “The thing itself was terrible too. Not that I’m suggesting that what I went through can compare to-”

“Hush, darling,” she scolded. “It can be terrible on its own.”

“Sometimes I thought my death might end up not being a lie after all,” he said softly.

“Do you want to tell me?” she asked, her fingertips light across his brow.

He shook his head. No, he didn’t want to see how it would pain her, to think of him in danger, forced to behave as an utter villain. “Not now. Not more than I already have.”

She kissed him then, deep and ardent. “Then forget, for a while,” she said, breathless, her lips still brushing his. “Let me forget again. Make me forget.”

She hitched her leg around him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he shifted onto her, into the blissful oblivion where she was the center of the universe and the Force sang in resonance with their love.

#Obi Wan/Satine #obitine #Star Wars fic #Clone Wars fic #I wrote a thing #long post #Obi Wan Kenobi #Satine Kryze #guys I am so bad at titles #I have been trying to write something about this for ages

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Yellow Carnations (Destiny Written in Begonias Part 1)

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Summary: After hearing something deep within the woods, you give into curiosity and investigate. Who knows, whatever you find could be a prize.

Warnings: Swearing, slightly graphic violence (just some zombies getting dismembered)

Word count: 3,715

(A/N): So, welcome to my new series! I have so many ideas for this that I’d love to write. This story will be very gay, fluffy, and sorta angsty, so buckle up my children!

So just a lil background info: the reader is Techno’s adopted daughter. She is a piglin hybrid, but she is more human looking than piglin. This takes place about eighteen years after the most recent events of the SMP.

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“Techno, I think we have enough ender pearls for tonight.” You glanced to your side to look at your father and Philza, the enchantments of their armor glowing dimly in the moonlight and the orange light of the torches in their hands. Philza stretched his body and his wings out, a small groan escaping his mouth and small cracks sounding from his joints.

“The night’s still young, Phil!” Technoblade grinned, his gold capped canines glinting slightly. His hand moved to gently rest on the handle of his sword.

You snorted to yourself, “you two, however, aren’t.” A small shove came from your side making you stumble slightly, laughter bubbling from your throat.

“I’m just going to pretend that I didn’t hear anything,” Philza crossed his arms and looked off to the side. Though, you could hear a smile in his tone and the beginnings of a chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, “Dad set me up for that one. The opportunity was too good to pass up.”

“I’ll set you up for longer training sessions if you keep going for… ‘opportunities’ like that.” He glanced down at you with amusement glinting in his eyes and tugging at the corner of his lips.

His statement, though lighthearted, immediately made you stop laughing. You knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t joking; the last time you laughed it off you had to endure two extra hours on top of the four hour sessions you had daily. By the end of the punishment, your arms felt like they were going to fall off.

“No! I take it back, you guys are young! Not a single-”

“You’re digging yourself an early grave if you finish that sentence, kid. Besides, you can’t pass up opportunities like these!”

“I think I’m good for now,” you shivered slightly when a breeze blew past you. It was starting to grow colder as the night dragged on. Technoblade, noticing this, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him securely. Though the Blood God never shows mercy, he couldn’t let his only child succumb to a head cold; that’d just be barbaric.

You jumped at the feeling of the freezing netherite making contact with your bare arm. “Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly, “forgot how cold the armor is… We should probably head back, it’s getting cold.”

As your family started to make their way back towards the tundra, banter was exchanged between the three. The journey out of the forest was uneventful, only a few mobs had attempted to attack or sneak behind you. Just as you reached the edge of the forest, a noise caught your attention.

It sounded like it was only a couple of minutes away; so faint that if you weren’t actively listening for it, it would have nearly been lost in the night. If you strained your ears, you could hear the trampling of dry leaves making you assume that there were several people or animals in that area. Alongside it, there was a faint whimpering.

Your curiosity was piqued, just what was making that noise?

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” You looked back at Philza. It seemed that they walked a bit away from you while you stopped at the forest’s edge to listen to the sound.

You absentmindedly nodded, “yeah, Uncle Phil. I think I left my bow back in that clearing when we were taking a break so I’m just going to go grab that. You guys can keep going home, I’ll be right behind you.”

“We can go with you-”

“No, you don’t have to. I’m old enough to go alone.”

Philza and Technoblade then spoke at the same time, “alright, we’ll just meet you there.” “Absolutely not.”

Philza elbowed Technoblade’s side lightly and looked up at him. They were silently communicating with pointed looks and pursed lips, every expression understood completely by the other. You never understood how they did that, even if they raised you. You could remember making a journal dedicated to deciphering their expressions, but you never could truly understand it (that, and ‘nose scrunch and eye narrow’ meant multiple things).

Eventually, Technoblade’s shoulders slumped and he ran a hand down his face tiredly, “you know the rules?”

You rolled your eyes, “of course I do. Fight to win, go for the throat, if you lose your weapon go for the pressure points. You remind me daily.”

He stared at you for a moment before his ear flicked, “don’t take long, we’ll be waiting.” They both turned and started to trudge towards the spruce forest in the distance.

Without a second thought, you ran into the forest with your ears perked. Following the noise was easy, the whimpers had turned into high pitched whines. You leapt over stumps and ducked under low hanging branches as they blocked your way; nothing was going to stop you from finding out what was making that noise.

Eventually, you broke through the trees and found yourself in a grassy clearing surrounded by large stones. If it were spring, you’d imagine wildflowers sprouting everywhere you stepped. A small spring sat in the furthest corner of it, waterfalls cascading over the jagged stones and crashing into the water below. Near the cliffside, a hoard of groaning zombies swarmed something and they were closing in on it. Now, what was it they were attacking?

You quickly unsheathed your golden sword and sprinted towards the hoard. The crunching of the dried, colorful leaves under your feet was enough to drag the zombies’ attention to you.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you made your first swipe at one of their torsos. In an instant, the zombie was bisected and fell to the ground. With a twirl, you slashed at multiple zombies at once. They all collapsed to the ground as their rotting flesh was torn and couldn’t support their crumbling bodies any longer.

As soon as all of the zombies were laying dead on the ground, you wiped your blade off on one of their torn tunics and sheathed it. Taking a step back to look at the bodies littered on the floor, you smirked; this was too easy.

Now, without the obstacles, your prize awaits you. Eagerly, you looked over to see what the zombies were swarming. Instead of the scared villager you were expecting, the person that stood there completely took your breath away.

The woman was wearing a simple white dress with a baby blue shawl shadowing the upper part of her face. Her skin was fair and her face was round, a button nose laid in the center of her face and plump pink lips slightly parted showing off straight white teeth. Curly dark brown hair framed the sides of her face and spiraled down to rest on her shoulders.

She was tall for a human, about five-foot-ten if you were to estimate. Her hands moved to clasp in front of her elegantly, your eyes catching sight of light blue nailpolish decorating her perfectly shaped nails.

Red was starting to dust her cheeks and her breathing was starting to return to normal. That was good, at least she wasn’t going into shock. For someone who nearly got eaten alive by the undead, she looked relatively calm and well put together.

“Are you alright?” You tried to keep your voice even, but there was a light wobble to it. You thickly swallowed, cursing yourself for showing any emotion in front of this stranger. The mask that hid the upper part of your face gave you a sense of security and safety, it hid most of your emotion.

You saw her lips move, but no sound came out. Were you going deaf like your father? You shouldn’t be; you haven’t blown up an entire nation yet. You stepped closer in hopes of hearing her better, “excuse me?”

Her lips curled up into a smile, dimples appearing on her cheeks, “Oh, I just said that I’m fine, nothing else. May I get the name of my knight in shining armor?”

Her voice was soft and light. Though it was on the deeper side, it had feminine, euphonious undertones; it was like honey was dripping out with every word she spoke. Just by the way she spoke, you assumed that she came from the nearby kingdom.

You smirked, playing along with the small game she was setting up. Stepping closer and kneeling, you grabbed her hand and brought it to your lips. Her hands were soft and velvety, a part of you longed to hold it in yours all day long.

Against her knuckles, you spoke, “(Y/n) Blade at your service. And you, my fairest lady?”

“Princess Helen Dahlia Eret, but please, call me Dahlia; Helen was my mother. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

You snorted, she was really dedicated to this game. You’d just play along with her, why not? It’s not like you have anything else to do. “Well, princess, it’s about time for you to head back to your castle.”

You looked up at her through your eyelashes and caught sight of the outline of her shadowed features. You could see her purse her lips, “you think I’m lying, don’t you?”

“Forgive me for thinking so, your highness!” You snickered, “the princess shall not step foot outside of her chambers, lest a scrape shall mar her flawless skin!”

She smirked before placing a delicate finger underneath your chin, tilting it upwards. You could feel your face grow hot as she removed her shawl. Ivory white eyes stared back at you smugly, sending a shock through your body. You weren’t sure if the jolt you felt was from her beauty or from the fact that she wasn’t lying.

“Would you like to try again, my knight?” She cooed to you, her other hand coming down to rest on your cheek. You stood up and gaped at her, “oh fuck, you’re actually the princess.”

A part of you wanted to dislike her for her title and for the royal blood that coursed through her veins. That blood tainted her, filling every nook and cranny with vile corruption. “All governments are bad,” Technoblade had taught you early on in your life, “they should, under no circumstances, be trusted.”

Though her parent Eret had been a fair king, always attending to the needs of their people, you were anticipating their corruption. If your memory serves you right, they were the one that betrayed the revolutionaries during the L’manberg Revolution simply because of their thirst for power. If they were a power hungry traitor before, who’s to say that they won’t be blinded by it again?

Every fiber in your body screamed at you to sink your sword through her abdomen to put her down, just like the bloodthirsty hounds that hailed long before her. You could just end her right now, make it quick and just leave her body here. It’d be easy and it would bring chaos to the SMP Kingdom, causing mass paranoia and tearing it apart from within. It’d be delicious, something that would give you a high you’d ride for years. You wanted to paint the grass with her blood, but something deep within you protested.

Filthy blood nourished her body, but that didn’t take away from her sheer and complete beauty or the way she covered her mouth with a delicate hand to hide her laugh. That did not take away from how she had cupped your cheek moments before, your skin still tingled where her hand was. That didn’t suppress the butterflies that fluttered wildly in your stomach when she stepped into the moonlight.

She put her hand out and smiled, “won’t you accompany me to my castle, my faithful warrior?” You merely put on a cold, uncaring facade and side stepped her.

“...You got yourself here, yes? You can find your way back.”

“Well you see,” she moved to rub the back of her neck and awkwardly chuckled, “I was hoping you know the way back?”

You couldn’t stop the snort that escaped your mouth, something about her made her irresistible. “You’ve got to be kidding me, you just ran blindly into a forest?”

“Hey, you would too if you were being chased by zombies!”

“Excuse me, who was the one that just slaughtered said zombies in under a minute?” You raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.

“I don’t have a sword like you do,” she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at you.

“Even then, I doubt you know how to use one. Here,” you unsheathed the large sword and held it out to her, “I bet you can’t even hold it up.”

“Can too!” She protested before snatching the sword out of your hands. She grunted slightly at the heavy weight, almost dropping it, but she quickly steadied it. Looking up at you with a smug, slightly reddened face, she shook slightly. “See? It’s not that hard.”

You quirked an eyebrow beneath your mask, “oh really?”

“Y-yep,” was all she managed to choke out before she stepped back and dropped the tip. It swung down and buried itself inside the dirt below, scouring the earth as it made contact.

Smirking at her, you took it back with ease, putting it back into its sheath slung around your back. You once again stepped around her and started walking in the other direction.

“Where are you going?!”

“To the castle, you said you wanted me to take you home.”

She rushed to your side and grabbed your arm with both of her hands. They snaked around your bicep and tangled themselves in your cape. You could feel yourself soar at the contact; you had to fight against every instinct to hook your arm with hers. You ripped yourself out of her embrace and put some distance between the both of you.

She crossed her arms and hugged herself, shivering slightly, “how are you not cold?!”

“It’s barely cold out here,” you mentally scolded yourself for being a hypocrite, “you’ll be fine.”

She said nothing and continued to walk. As you got further and further into the forest, she merely started shivering more. You could hear her teeth chattering loudly and could see goosebumps decorating the skin on her bare arms. Sighing, you unhooked your cape and slung it over her shoulders.

She squeaked in surprise at the feeling before realizing that you gave her your cape. She grabbed the edges and pulled it closer to her before snuggling deeper into the cloth; you could feel your heart explode at the small sigh that she let out and the content hum that left her mouth. Just as she looked up at you, you made quick work of looking away. The ground was very fascinating at the moment.

“Thank you,” she murmured. You just curtly nodded, avoiding looking at her.

The walk to the castle was short, luckily she hadn’t run far from her home. Just as the castle walls were in your sights, she tried holding your arm again. Once again, you stepped away from her.

“C’mon,” she chuckled, “I don’t bite.”

“Well I do. You really need to learn not to trust a stranger, princess.”

“Well, we aren’t strangers. We know each other’s names, do we not? And besides, I bet you’re just a massive teddy bear.”

“I don’t know what your teddy bears looked like as a kid, but they certainly weren’t me. If I wanted to, I could take your hand clean off with a single twist and pull,” you growled out. She was silent once more as she led you towards a specific part of the castle.

“...Why are you so defensive? At least treat me like you did before we knew each other!” She unhooked the cape and shoved it towards you. You gladly took it and put it back on. To your sheer embarrassment, you felt joy as you caught a whiff of books and expensive perfume. It smelled like her.

“...I could’ve just left you back there if I wanted to, consider this a favor. Respect is earned, not given. Even to royalty.”

You turned to leave, you cape swishing behind you as you turned. Before you could walk off, a hand on your arm stopped you. “Wait. Even if you’re a massive jerk,” she sighed out, “I still have to thank you. So, thank you for saving my life; I’m indebted to you, my douchey knight.”

She leant up on the tips of her toes and gently placed her lips on your cheek. You froze and watched as she turned on her heel. She walked towards the entrance with several glances back at you, some of them being smug and others being questioning. It was like you were entranced underneath the veil of a spell, unable to move until she disappeared from sight.

The walk home was quiet with no mobs sneaking up on you. The entire time, the memory of her kissing your cheek replayed endlessly in your head. Though the very thing you disliked more than anything was embodied in her, you couldn’t help but fall for the natural charm she had. You were probably just tired, it was getting late into the night after all.

As you walked through the door, you could see Technoblade impatiently waiting for you on the couch. He had a book open in his hand and his half-rimmed glasses were perched on the bridge of his snout.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, I just ran into more mobs than I anticipated.”

Technoblade said nothing as his eyes flickered over your body, looking for even the smallest of scrapes. When he didn’t find anything, he nodded to himself and stood up. Tiredly, he walked over to you and ruffled your hair before trudging to his room.

“Are you sure the only thing you ran into was mobs?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “just a lot of zombies.”

He rolled his eyes and gave you a knowing smile before walking over to you. He swiped his thumb across your cheek and showed it to you. It was stained with a light pink color. “In all of the centuries I spent living in this world, not once have I seen a zombie wearing pink lipstick or,” he took your cape in his hand and sniffed it slightly, “cherry scented perfume.”

Your face exploded in heat as you made hasty work of scrubbing your cheek making the older man laugh quietly at you, “all you’re doing is smudging it all over your face. Some warm water and soap will get it off fast… Now, wanna tell me who gave you that?”

You stared at his smug expression and quickly came to the realization that he wouldn’t let this go unless you told him. Or, at least until you told him what happened.

You sighed and started to remove your armor, placing it on the armor stand situated between Philza’s and Technoblade’s armor. You had insisted that the armor stands were in this specific order, it just made sense with the height differences between the members of the household. Since you were between Philza’s and Technoblade’s height at 6’4 (and still growing), it made sense with the order of the armor in terms of size.

You made your way over to the couch and sat down with a sigh, Philza following suit. He gave you a reassuring smile, “whenever you’re ready.”

So you told him everything that had happened that day. Needless to say, Philza was happy for you, asking you questions about the interaction.

“It sounds like she’s perfect for you, kiddo.”

“That’s the thing, Uncle Phil. She isn’t,” you ran a hand down your face and leaned back onto the back of the couch, your head resting on the top of the cushion. You heard Philza shift slightly before he grabbed your hand.

“Now,” he asked gently, “what makes you think that?”

“She’s King Eret’s daughter. Helen Dahlia Eret,” you sardonically chuckled, “I really thought she was just joking when she said ‘princess’.” Every part of you wished that that was a joke. That she would laugh and tell you that it was part of the game she was playing. But no, she just had to be royalty.

“Eret’s better than most, they are a good king,” he reminded you.

“Still, there’s royal blood in her. She’s actively a part of a government… I wanted to kill her on the spot; hell everything in my body was screaming at me to slaughter her, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

“Sometimes, someone is more than the blood inside of them; maybe she isn’t as bad as you think she is. Someone could be born into a family of saints and still destroy everything they touch. On the other hand, someone could be born surrounded by the lowest of humanity and grow up to become the best person you’ll ever meet. You have to understand that blood isn’t everything to a person’s character.”

You didn’t say anything, contemplating what he said. She didn’t seem like someone to rule with an iron fist, and neither did her parent. Tubbo was the first person to come to mind. He was raised by a malicious, tyrannical idiot, a man that had valued absolute power and booze over anything else. Your uncle turned out to be the most caring person you’ve ever met, always making sure that those around him are in a good mood even if he himself wasn’t.

However, it’s best to be cautious of somebody. Your mind flashed back to Wilbur and Dream, the two men rotting away in Pandora’s Vault together until either their time alive is up or time itself expires. They were charismatic and kind on the outside, but on the inside, they are two of the most heinous men you’ve ever met.

It seemed like your mind was running in circles, bouncing between both conclusions like it was being slammed between two surfaces.

“...Do you think you’ll see her again?” Philza asked you, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles and squeezing it comfortingly when you didn’t respond immediately.

You sighed, standing up and walking out of the room, “if the odds are in our favor, we won’t see each other any time soon.”

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bastardtetsu · 3 years

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++ missed you // kuroo x reader

kuroo gets home from a business trip and it’s been a while. basically 2k+ of foreplay bc i have no self control

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

wc: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism ? (u watch him jerk off), oral (both receiving), fingering, teasing, edging

“i missed you so much”

his voice is breathy and rough, half growl half sigh, as he assaults your neck with open mouthed kisses, punctuated with delicate nips of his teeth. one hand is entangled in your hair while the other grips your waist, pulling you in as close as possible while you straddle him on the couch.

you weren’t able to make it to the bedroom. from the moment your boyfriend returned from his business trip, both of you were too impatient for each other’s touch.

“i missed you too, tetsu” you whisper back between mewls, your hands clutching greedily at your lover’s messy black locks. your hips seem to move on their own, grinding into the hardness that’s already starting to form in his pants. a low hum of approval reverberates from the crook of your neck.

“you have no idea how much i thought about you, baby,” his hot breath travels up your neck until you can feel it on your ear, where his gravelly voice whispers, “lost count of how many time i fucked my fist to the thought of you while i was gone.”

his words send a shiver straight to your core as he tugs lightly on your earlobe with his teeth. suddenly, an idea dawns on you. you break away from him, a heated glint in your eyes as you lean back to look at him. kuroo stares back at you in a puzzled daze.

“show me.”

it takes a few seconds for the words to register in his brain, but you can tell they do when his brow knits in frustration, betraying the small chuckle he lets out. “c’mon kitten, didn’t i just say how much i missed you?”

you smile coyly, maintaining eye contact as you climb off his lap, repositioning yourself on the floor between his legs. you take in the sizable bulge in his pants straining against the fabric, biting your lip at the sight, and cast a doe-eyed look towards your lover. “please?”

there’s no way he can say no to that face, gazing up at him so flushed and needy. “whatever you want, kitten,” he utters cheekily, his lips stretching into a smirk as he undoes his pants, making quick work of his belt and zipper before freeing his impressive erection. “you wanna see me stroke my cock to you?”

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding slowly as you scoot yourself back, just far enough away for you to take in his broad form as he begins to massage his flushed length with one hand, while the other unbuttons his shirt. your eyes are fixated on the bead of precum already pooling at the tip, mouth practically watering at the sight of his thumb rubbing the liquid generously around his reddened cockhead.

your breath catches a bit when his dress shirt finally falls open, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, rising and falling with each ragged breath. small, breathy grunts slip past his lips as his pace gradually increases, muscular thighs flexing eagerly.

you glance up to meet his eyes, burning into you with a heavy-lidded stare. a coquettish grin crosses your face as you lift your hand to the collar of your blouse, slowly unbuttoning the top button, then another, then another…

kuroo’s jaw has now gone slack, but his eyes seem to flare with even more intensity as you gradually undress yourself in front of him. his whole body is screaming to touch you, to devour you, to split you open on his cock right then and there �� but he holds back, instead focusing on the steady pumps of his hand as you slowly discard your blouse, then your pants. your hands move to your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze before reaching around to unhook your bra.

“fuck,” kuroo sighs hungrily as the lacy undergarment falls to the floor, revealing your already peaked nipples. his thighs tense at the sight. “kitten…”

“what is it, baby?” you drawl in a sickly sweet tone, slowly but deliberately making your way closer before placing a chaste kiss on his inner thigh. kuroo lets out a groan somewhere between pleasure and frustration. you respond by placing another kiss just a little further up, suckling the skin between your lips this time.

“how much longer you gonna keep teasin’ me?” he asks breathlessly, his smirk barely hiding the desperation in his eyes. his pace has slowed down now, drawing out each stroke as he tries to keep his composure.

you’re nearing your limit as well, your face just inches away from his swollen, tempting length. but toying with him is just so fun.

keeping your gaze locked with his, your mouth returns to the same place on his inner thigh, opening wider to swirl your tongue across the muscled flesh as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. you watch his eyes cloud with lust as another breathy, frustrated sigh escapes his throat, sending a flutter straight to your already dampening core.

unable to resist much longer, you drag your lips across his skin until they reach the base of his cock, your tongue peeking out to gently lap at his balls. kuroo is damn near losing his mind, his breathing ragged, the thought of your wet lips finally wrapped around him fueling his desperation for more.

a guttural moan falls from his mouth when you finally flatten your tongue against his shaft, licking a slow stripe up before circling it around the aching head. kuroo is practically whimpering as you close your lips around the tip, suckling lightly as you bring your hand up to wrap around the base.

“please,” he whispers breathily, the plea falling from his lips almost involuntarily. you cast one final glance up at his face, and his glassy, lust-filled eyes are all the encouragement you need to take him fully into your mouth, eliciting an uncharacteristically loud moan as his head lolls backward, a hand shooting up to meet the back of your head as you begin to bob up and down.

the sounds of his breathy grunts and moans reverberate in your core, walls pulsating as your hand pumps the remaining length in time with your mouth. kuroo’s hips gently buck upward, keening when he feels his cockhead against the soft flesh at the back of your throat.

“fuck, kitten, just like that,” he groans, losing himself in the hot, velvety sensation. his fingers entangle themselves in your hair, closing into a tight fist as he takes in the sight of your pretty mouth swallowing his cock. “missed you so much, babygirl”

he isn’t usually this loud, but you don’t mind. his heavy sighs decorated with needy little moans only spur you on as you hum around him, grinding your still-clothed cunt against the heel of your foot, desperate for some friction. the vibrations of your moans send a jolt of pleasure through kuroo’s body, tightening his grip on your hair as he twitches further into your mouth.

noticing the roll of your hips as your whimpering grows needier, he pulls you off his cock with a devilish look in his lust-clouded eyes. a string of saliva dangles off your tongue, clinging to the flushed tip.

“c’mere,” he mutters, gently guiding you back onto the couch, “that pretty pussy needs some attention now, doesn’t it?” his eyes are still glazed over with lust, cheeks tinted a rosy pink as another coy smirk forms on his lips.

you let out a soft whine of approval as he lays you down with your back against the armrest, shuddering when you feel his fingertips trailing lightly down your abdomen, stopping at the waistband of your underwear to toy with the elastic.

it takes nearly all of kuroo’s willpower not to tear those panties off right now and ravage your sweet, aching cunt after what feels like ages — but his desire for payback is stronger.

snapping the elastic waistband lightly against your skin, he allows his fingers to travel further downward, ghosting over the thin cotton hiding your dampening folds. you whimper in response, hips bucking up to try and meet his touch, but the gratification you seek eludes you as his slender digits continue their feather-light strokes, his eyes burning deviously as he takes in your exposed form beneath him.

“what’s wrong, kitten?” he lilts teasingly, lightly circling your clit through the fabric with one finger, “don’t you like it when i play with you?”

you can only whine in response, the shortage of friction somehow making you even more sensitive to his delicate touches, each brush of his fingertip through the thin cotton sending pangs of pleasure throughout your body.

gentle lips press against your neck, then your collarbone as he continues his subtle ministrations, your hips bucking and twitching each time his fingers brush past your sensitive bud, desperate for more. his free hand begins to caress and squeeze your thigh, the other still lightly tracing the outline of your folds as his lips make their way down before finding your exposed breast.

kuroo wastes no time laving his tongue over your already hardened nipple, sucking at the soft flesh while pressing a finger firmly into the growing wetness in your panties. your back arches into him, hips bucking desperately against the fabric in search of some sort of friction.

“tetsu,” you moan pitifully, fingers desperately gripping at his disheveled hair. his mischievous eyes dart up to meet yours.

“yes, sweetheart?” he smirks up at you through dark eyelashes. he knows exactly what he’s doing — and the look on your face tells him it’s working. your parted lips, half-lidded eyes glazed over with desperation, and your brow slightly furrowed in an adorable pout were enough to send kuroo into a frenzy.

before you even have time to respond, he repositions his head in between your thighs, just inches away from the wet heat at their apex. he lingers there for a moment, breathing in your scent, making sure his hot breath teases your cunt with every exhale. you lightly tug on his hair in frustration, and a lopsided grin dances on his lips as his eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“c’mon kitten, i asked you nicely,” he teases, before placing a soft kiss on your clothed clit, “aren’t you gonna return the favor?”

your grip on his hair tightens as you try to suppress your desperate mewls. your hips are already twitching and you can practically feel your pussy throbbing, aching for his touch. “please,” you whine.

“mm, atta girl,” you hear him growl, just before you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your still-clothed folds, before pausing to suck on your clit through the fabric. you let out a gasp at the sensation of the soft fabric rubbing against your arousal with the hot wetness of his tongue pressing through it.

unable to restrain himself any further, kuroo swiftly yanks your panties off, pausing to marvel at the sight of your soaked cunt in front of him. he brings a finger up to swipe through your glistening folds, collecting some slick on his fingertip before circling it around your clit a few times. whimpering moans leave your throat as you clench around nothing, jolts of pleasure surging through your body with each movement of his finger.

“i missed playing with this pussy,” he whispers breathily, turning his head to gently nip at your inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where you’ve been desperately needing his mouth for weeks. a flicker of hungry golden eyes meets yours again. “you ready for me to taste you now, kitten?”

“mm-hmm” you nod fervently, glassy-eyed as you look down on him, “please, tetsu.”

kuroo wastes no more time burying himself between your thighs, eagerly working his tongue through your folds and around your clit as you throw your head back, satisfied groans dripping from your lips like honey. you continue fisting his dark locks, enthusiastically rolling your hips into his mouth as he continues to make out with your pussy.

a cry of pleasure escapes your throat when he slides a finger in, continuing to work your clit with his tongue. he teases you at your entrance, eliciting desperate high-pitched whimpers from you before he slides in a little further, curling his finger at that perfect, spongy spot. your back arches as the pleasure fills your body with its warmth, hips beginning to buck as he starts to pump his finger in and out, his lips still latched around your pulsing clit.

“yes baby,” you pant, “more.” kuroo obliges, slipping a second finger into your soaked cunt as he speeds up his ministrations. his other hand is gripping your thigh, fingertips digging into the soft flesh as he ruts his leaking cock against the couch cushions.

you can feel the pressure building in you as his skilled fingers work your insides, hitting just the right spots over and over while his tongue swirls around your clit, threatening to send you over the edge. “fuck,” you hiss breathily, “tetsu, i’m gonna—“

you’re cut off by the sudden removal of his lips and halting of his fingers, keeping them sheathed inside of you. you let out a frustrated groan as the air hits your sensitive bud, cold in comparison to the heat of kuroo’s mouth. you look down to find a sadistic smirk on your lover’s lips, still wet and glossy with your slick.

“not yet, kitten,” he purrs, very slowly curling his fingers against the spongy, sensitive spot inside you. a low groan escapes your parted lips, which kuroo is quick to silence with his own. the taste of your own wetness enters your mouth as you grab at him, as if clinging to him tight enough will bring the release you crave. you can feel his hot breath on your tongue and your walls throbbing around his digits as he whispers his next words: “i’m not finished with you."

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so be nice to me ahahahaaa anyways this is just a warm up to get y’all prepared to the filth that’s coming in february when the whorehouse server collab drops >:) special thanks to @karasimpno for betaing & gassing me up as usual uwu

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prfctethereal · 3 years

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just another horror movie. | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

chapter: prologue

warnings: NSFW smut, oral (female and male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, talks of a killer, general horror themes

word count: 2.9k

summary: its been a week since you’ve last seen your boyfriend as there is a murderer out and about you spend the night together, not knowing that they aren’t safe themselves.

The power had long gone out, yet you couldn’t sleep, as the wind bashed against the side of your house. Home alone - your parents had gone away for the weekend - and the storm outside gave you the spooks. A faint candlelit light warmed the living room, silhouettes dancing across the walls, as you sat curled up on the couch, trying to get the noises out of your head.

A book lay open on your lap, a random page open, but your eyes couldn’t focus on the words. You were nervous - storms always made you like that - but there was nothing you could do. All you hoped was that the storm would blow over in the morning. All you hoped was that you would peacefully fall asleep and morning would come quickly.

A scratching at the door knocked you out of your trance. Your head flicked up, eyes glossing over the front door, as you listened out. You tried glancing out the window to see who it could be, but the outside was too foggy. You could barely make out the flickering street lamps.

Cautiously, you moved towards the front door, your book folded back neatly in your hand. Maybe you could use it as a battering ram if there was an attacker at the door.

In your left hand, you picked up a candle, shining it towards the door handle. Taking a deep breath in, you flung the door open. Well, you slowly opened it, but the howling wind opened the door further.

“Jesus sweetheart, you gon’ let me stay in this rain all evening, huh?”

It was only James Potter.

Giggling, you tugged on his shirt collar, pulling him into your house, dropping your book on the way. His shirt had been soaked by the rain, no doubt that he must’ve walked all the way here from his own house. His usually beat fluffy hair was sticking against his forehead, crystal droplets clinging against his face. He looked devilishly handsome from the weather.

Staring up at his hazel eyes, you bit your lip seductively, waiting for him to make a move. For a moment, it seemed like he was just going to stay there, peering down at you through his water clogged eyelashes. Eventually, a half smirk tugged on his cheeks, a gentle rouge returning to his skin as he warmed up against the candle.

You couldn’t handle the suspense much longer. You leaned upwards, pressing your lips against his hungrily. You drank him in momentarily, getting intoxicated on his flavour - something sweet and something bitter at once - until you pulled away, needing oxygen.

“That’s a lovely welcome wagon.” James said cheekily, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his wet fingers brushing against your cheek bones. “I was starting to think you had forgotten me.”

“It’s only been a week.” You hummed, leaning your forehead against his, happy to be in his presence once again. “You know my parents don’t want me going out at the moment. They’re still so tense about the so-called killer roaming around.”

James pressed his lips to your cheek, calming your nervousness down with his touch. “I know darling. I wish they wouldn’t take it out on me though.” His soft voice vibrated against your skin. You hummed along to what he was saying.

“It’s not your fault.” You muttered. “I have you now.” You started kissing from his lips to his jawline. Your plush cushions left tiny marks on James’ skin as you nipped lightly. Listening to his light moans only spurred you on, tugging him from the entrance way to back into the living room.

Pushing him onto the couch, you straddled his lap, continuing your venture on his neck. Sucking and nibbling at the skin underneath James’ ear, your desire to see your marks on him grew. Pulling back, you admired the flush on his neck, the other warm scarlet hue already fading to a gentle violet. Underneath your heat, you could feel James’ growing bulge against you, making you groan with arousal.

You couldn’t help your excitement. Clawing at his chest, you tugged on his shirt some more, signalling that you wanted it off. In a frantic scramble of limbs, you both worked together to undo the buttons on James’ damp button-up. Pushing it off his shoulders and revealing his toned torso, you pressed your lips against his chest, smothering open mouth kisses across his pectorals, eliciting whimpers from the bespectacled man before you.

James bucked his hips against you, signalling that he was getting desperate. In an attempt to sooth his desires, you pulled yourself downwards onto your knees, looking up at him. “May I?” You asked for consent, resting your hand against his thighs, the pads of your fingers tracing delicate circles against the material of his jeans.

“Please.” James gulped, already breathing heavily. With a smirk, you hoisted yourself upwards again, hands fidgeting with the zipper on his jeans, undoing the top button. When the jeans would allow you, you pulled them down, revealing James’ girth, straining against his boxers. The sight alone made you grow wetter in your underwear.

With another nod of consent from James, you pulled down his boxers, his thick member slapping against his stomach, red and angry from the tensing beforehand. Lethargically, you stroked the palm of your hand against his skin, spreading the leaking precum from his tip all over his length, making it smoother to handle.

Quickening your pace, you looked up at the fine young man before you, whose eyes were squeezed right from the pleasure. Except, you wanted him to look at you. It had been over a week since you had last been intimate and you wanted the attention on yourself. You were the one pleasuring James, not the inside of his eyelids.

“Look at me,” you whispered against his cock, “I’m the one making you a whimpering mess.” In an attempt to please you, James looked down at you, fixing his eyes to the way you pressed gentle kisses to the underside of his cock, your lips rubbing across his sensitive veins.

“S-so good.” James whimpered, as you took the beginning of his length into your mouth, suckling on the head. “Please… I need more. Please give me more. I’ll be so good to you, please, just give me all of your mouth. I beg of you, give me more.”

Satisfied with James’ begging, you started downwards on his cock again, trying to fit as much as possible in your mouth. As you were entirely caught up in the way James was falling apart beneath you, you didn’t notice the scratching at your window, until the wind had entirely slammed against it, rain pelting the pane of glass. The swinging window had opened itself up from the ferociousness of the storm, a cool draft interrupting your intimate moment.

A chill ran up the back of your spine, and it wasn’t from arousal. You took yourself off of James’ cock, giggling as to disperse the tension. His thigh muscles were flexed and tense, sweating beading from his palms. Sitting up slightly, you placed your hand against his, a feeble attempt to calm his racing mind.

“It was just the wind, love.” You murmured, sitting back on your heels, making your way to the open window. The hissing rain coated you in a thin layer of ice cold water, as you poked your head outside, checking the yard to see if anyone was there. Exactly like you thought, no one was there, except for a stray rodent in the grass. Satisfied, you closed the window, double checking the lock to make sure it was locked tight.

Spinning around again, you noticed James’ attention wasn’t on you once again. A frown appeared on your lips as you followed James’ gaze outwards into the kitchen. “Babe..” He whimpered again.

“What’s wrong?”

“The lights.” James paused, turning his head back towards you once again. “They were flickering.”

“Impossible.” You scoffed, strutting back towards James, placing your hands on his shoulders lovingly. “The power went out hours ago.”

You could tell James was still nervous, and rightly so. For the past few weeks, it seemed like a serial killer had invited themself into the neighbourhood, slaughtering mischievous teenagers whenever they could. Luckily, it hasn’t affected your friend group much, but it has still rocked you and your community. Your parents even refused to send you back to school.

They were hesitant to even go out his weekend, but you convinced them it was a good idea, as to leave you alone from their constant pestering.

“Would you like to go upstairs to my bedroom, love?” That peaked James’ interest, who immediately started flashing puppy dog eyes, as if that would convince you further. Grinning sweetly, you took his hand in yours, pulling his pants up momentarily, as you grabbed a candle.

Hand in hand, you walked up your creaky stairs together, with you leading the way with your candle. When you reached the landing, you invited James into your bedroom, closing the door behind you to set the mood even more.

Gently placing the candle on your bedside table, you laid yourself against your plush comforter, spreading your clothed legs to tease James slightly. It was just then when James realised that you were fully clothed when he had already lost his shirt and some of his pants. Greedily, he lunged forward, nimble fingers working at the hem of your shirt.

“Please can I take this off?” James asked sweetly, meeting your eyes with his. Humming in affirmation, James ripped the top through the middle, receiving a chuckle from you. He plunged his face into your protruding breasts, inhaling the scent on your skin. His hands worked subconsciously against your arms, pushing the remains of your shirt off of your body. When the last of that flimsy material was off of you, you swung your hands behind you, unhooking your bra, revealing your perky tits fully to your boyfriend, who looked like he had just won the lottery.

“Go ahead darling.” You affirmed to the boy, who immediately latched his mouth onto your nipple, humming in delight at your taste. At that moment, you felt like heaven. The soft noises of James sucking against you brought you peace in this stressful time.

You felt James move across to your other tit as your eyes glossed over to your open curtains. In a flash, you saw a darting figure, something solid and dark standing within your tree. When you looked back, it was gone.

Must’ve been a trick of the light.

You were getting too worked up again. To move the thoughts out of your head, you gently reached underneath James’ chin, tilting his face upwards, stroking his cheek with your hand. You reattached your lips to his, pushing the anxious thoughts away, only focusing on the person giving you pleasure in the moment.

“May I?” James nosed at your jaw, taking in deep breaths, yet you were unsure of what exactly he wanted. Smirking, you cocked your head to the side, pouting ever so slightly.

“What do you want darling?” You teased, letting your finger wander across James’ skin. “If you want something, you have to ask.”

James was slowly turning into a whimpering mess as he continued nosing at your neck, placing gentle kisses to your sensitive skin when he felt like it, something you let him do lightly, as he was still a little spooked from the window situation.

Then, you felt James’ hands travel south, trying to connect to whatever skin was available. You understood in that moment what he wanted, grinning cheekily and tugging his face down. With your approval, James looked delighted, flipping your skirt upwards and pulling down your panties. Mesmerised by how your arousal had already soaked through the material, his jaw fell open slightly.

James dove in, kissing and nibbling at your quivering cunt. He licked a fast stripe up the entire length of your pussy, finishing at your throbbing clit. It was screaming to be touched from James’ accidental teasing. When he eventually attached his lips to your clit and sucked, you arched your back off of the bed in pleasure, blissful to finally be getting what you wanted.

His playful tongue teased your entrance, dipping in momentarily before completely pulling out. You hadn’t realised how much you needed him until now, but you let him have your fun. He was your good boy after all.

James continued his venture of your cunt, feasting upon it like a starving man. You tried to keep your eyes on him - to admire the sight and to not be a hypocrite - but your eyes wandered towards the window. You had the full view of the tree once again. You still couldn’t get that figure out of your head, as much as you would like to with the adoring man between your legs.

A crash rang out from downstairs.

In an instant, James shot up from between you, looking at your bedroom door that was pulled shut. You could’ve sworn that you had even heard James growl slightly. Reaching towards him, you carded your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp in an aid to sooth him.

“Shh- shh- shh, it will just be my cat darling, don’t fret.” You tilted his head back towards you, pulling him upwards so he was hovering over your naked body. You stretched upwards, connecting your lips with his, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of his cock pressing against his lower stomach getting to you.

“I need you in me. Please, I want you.” You begged, showing a little submissive behaviour to redirect James’ attention. It worked. His eyes were fixed on you once again, his tongue darting out from his mouth to lick his lips.

“Okay love, just lie back.” James hummed to himself as he lined up his member with your entrance. Looking back at you for consent once again, which you granted with a nod, he entered your tight cunt, a moan escaping his lips.

It felt like ecstasy to be connected once again so intimately. You had forgotten how obsessed you were with the way he slotted into you. Bottoming out, he started thrusting with more effort, pushing himself along so you would fall apart. James’ favourite thing ever was the look you made when you came.

Trailing your fingers downwards, you played with your own clit, feeling your back arch from the bed. It was all too good. James was thrusting into you like it was your first time, and it almost made you forget about the storm outside.

Almost.

It seemed like your eyes were transfixed on your window. The rain was now peltering down ever harder, as if that was possible. As your own orgasm grew, it felt like the storm did too. Sweat was dripping down your face, but it felt like icy rain against your hot, flushed skin.

The lack of control was driving you mad. In a last attempt to clear your anxiety, you pushed James onto his back, his cock slipping out of you momentarily, until you straddled him once again.

Riding him made you feel better. James was back to moaning beneath you and you were calming down. The only sound that you were focused on was the sound of your skin slapping against each other and James’ heavy groans echoing off the walls.

“May I cum?” You had almost forgotten about James for a second. His eyes were screwed shut and it seemed like he had been asking for permission for a while, something that your senses must’ve skipped over. In a way to reassure your boyfriend, you ran your fingers over his chest, focusing attention on his tight nipples.

“Of course, such a good boy for me.” And with that, James came with a shout. You could feel the hot ribbons of his cum filling you up, as James toyed with your clit, desperate to make you cum against his cock before he softened. It didn’t take long as only seconds after James came, you came with him, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave, knocking over all of your senses.

When you came to, you noticed a scared look back on James’ face. Confused, you peered over to where he was looking, and heard it too. Banging against your bedroom door, someone was in your house and someone was trying to get into your room.

You screamed. It was the only thing you could do. Finding a rogue sweater off the ground, you struggled to push it over your head as James scrambled to pull his pants up. When you both felt like you were dressed enough, you rushed over to your bedroom window, opening it desperately.

A splatter of rain water hit your face, cooling you from your previous exhibitions. There was a tree right next to your window, which you reached out to, curling your fingers onto the branch. Looking back, you saw the door begin to open and panic settled in you.

You jumped. You jumped from a second story, landing not so ideally on your ankle. You hissed in pain and James followed suit, only he managed to land in a skilled way.

“Come on, hurry.” James pestered you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and hoisting you up. You began running away from your house together, your sprained ankle slowing you down more than you would’ve liked.

When you looked back, all you could see was a hollow figure standing on the footpath, watching you.

*** a/n: i wrote something again hell yeah

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter smut #james potter fluff #james potter angst #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #jahmfic

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lue-arlert · 3 years

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My Pet

18+ MDNI (minor and ageless blogs will be blocked)

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A/N: this fic is dedicated to @docoooo, hope you enjoy it bby uwu

Pairing: Erwin Smith x AFAB reader

WC: 2.3k

Content warnings: use of pet names, established relationship, size kink(?), crying, creampie

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Erwin wanted nothing more than to come home to you. This expedition was coming to an end, the remaining soldiers on their way home. They only suffered the loss of two comrades; Erwin would say “luckily,” but it was never lucky to lose anyone.

He hadn’t seen you in over a week, not only from the expedition, but also your own obligations at the hospital within Wall Rose, tending to the sick and injured. The scouts returning from beyond the walls would be entering this medical facility, some needing stitched up, others needing dislocated joints and bones to be set in place.

Erwin only suffered a gash in his leg, from his own reckless handling of his snap blades, nicking himself when he swung too furiously at the nape of a 15 meter Titan.

As they all entered the hospital, your lover searched the wing for any sign of your shimmering hair color standing out from the crowd, but he frowned deeply when he could not find you. This meant someone else would be tending to their wounds.

An hour passed and his leg was stitched and bandaged, relieving him that he could finally retire home. He escorted some of his soldiers to carriages outside of the facility to see that they too would return home safely, giving them farewells and well wishes that they recover quickly.

Finally making it to his own home at the headquarters, he unlocked his door with a fluttering stomach, hoping to whatever god that you would be waiting for him.

“My love!” Your voice rang through his ears like the sweetest melody, his shoulders drooping with relief finding you sitting up in the large bed.

You were in a sheer robe with your unclothed nipples peeking through, your barely damp hair and the floral aroma of the room indicating you had recently bathed in his private bathroom.

He collapsed on the bed beside you on his hands and knees, being mindful of the gash on his leg as he leaned over and planted a tender kiss on your plush pink lips. “Hello, my pet.” He sighed contently, carefully laying on his stomach.

“How was the expedition?” You leaned on your elbow, knees bent over each other, and you reached out to stroke his perfect blond hair from his thick brow.

“We only had a couple casualties. There will be a small funeral for them tomorrow.” He took your hand from his hair and kissed your knuckles as he shut his eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, my love.” You leaned forward and gingerly kissed his hair. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” He rolled onto his side and brought his hand up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb beneath your eye. “I’m glad I get to see you now.”

You grinned widely at him and rested your palm over his hand, leaning into his touch and kissing the base of his palm just above where his wrist began. “I requested to be off for the next three days so I could see you. I didn’t know exactly when you were returning, so I just guessed.”

His heart fluttered at your dedication to him, your loyalty to him forever being the staple that held your relationship together. His eyes were full of desire for you, the way your hair fell around your shoulders and your eyelashes brushed your cheeks was one of the most beautiful sights he’d seen in recent memory.

“I want to make love to you, my pet.” He said with a low, calm tone. “I need to make love to you.”

Your grin grew soft and you pulled away from his touch, slipping your robe off your shoulders and arms until it pooled around your ass and thighs.

Erwin couldn’t help but admire your body, the way your collarbones stuck out looking so kissable, the swell of your breasts so delicious, your belly soft and pudgy as you sat on your hip. He could never grow tired of the sight of you, especially when you smelled so lovely while looking so beautiful.

His hand found its way to your thighs, resting over the strong muscle and giving gentle squeezes. He could feel his cock growing in his trousers at the silky feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, and he reached his touch up to your stomach, grazing his fingernails across the span of it.

You sighed happily through your nose and laid on your back, looking down at him while running your fingers through his hair. “Come make love to me.”

Pulling himself up to his hands and knees once more, he crawled over you, nudging your legs so that the backs of your thighs rested on the top of his, his leather straps from his gear cool against your skin.

He pulled your hips up so that your core was pressed against his lap and he began to massage your breasts, one of his favorite features of yours. He adored the way they fit so perfectly in his large palms, your nipples sitting delicately between his knuckles.

“So fucking beautiful for me,” he grumbled, leaning down to kiss your throat. “Perfect body,” he planted a kiss, “perfect pussy. Just wanna be inside of you.”

“Whatever you want, Erwin, you can have.” Your hands slid up his arms and around to his shoulder blades beneath his forest green cloak, the fabric tickling your bare arms. After groping him for some time, you brought your hands back to the clasp of his cloak and undid it, tossing it to the floor and following suit with his uniform jacket, the leather smooth beneath your touch.

With hot lips, saliva trailing with them, he kissed from your throat over your clavicle, leaving bites and purple splotches on the way, eventually taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the bud, exhaling through his nose at the pleasure it gave him to be able to suck on your tit. He continued to massage the other breast, pinching every so often to produce tiny squeaks from you.

Your hips slowly rocked as you grabbed onto the gear straps across his chest, fumbling with the buckles with shaky hands as his mouth continued to work on you, leaving hickies around your areola.

“Erwin, th’feels so good, my love.” You whined, pushing your hips further into his crotch. “Could cum just from this.”

He smirked against your skin and bit harder than he already was, suckling more fervently at the challenge to make you lose yourself beneath him. He would slap your tits, pulling his mouth away with a pop! as he did so.

Your moans from the impact rattled in your throat, and you could feel a wetness pooling in your panties the harder he slapped your perfect mounds, followed by soothing licks and kisses.

“Will you cum for me, my pet?” He asked in a low voice, glancing up at you through his long eyelashes.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop.” You gripped the sheets beside your head, elbows pointing to the ceiling as your back arched into his mouth, his suckling increasing painfully.

With one last squeeze and one last solid bite around your nipple, you came undone beneath him, squirming and moaning at the pleasure that coursed through you to your pussy.

You called out his name and brought a hand to the back of his head, your fingertips grazing the stubble of his undercut.

He let out his own soft moan at the way your hips rolled over his full erection and he released your breasts, sitting up on his haunches to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Wanna put my cock inside of you and fuck that beautiful cunt of yours.”

“Please, my love,” you begged, replacing his touch with your hands over your breasts, squeezing as you wiggled your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Erwin scooped his hands under your knees and pushed them up to your chest, scooting back to give himself enough room to undo his trousers, releasing his girthy member as he shoved his pants down to his knees.

Biting your lip as you admired his curved cock, you lifted a foot and rested your ankle on his shoulder, your toes brushing the side of his neck. “I want you inside of me, want you so bad, Erwin.”

He groaned at your whining and crawled over you once more after removing your leg from his shoulder, peppering kisses on every inch of your chest and the knuckles that still kneaded your own breasts.

His fingers traced little swirls on the insides of your thighs until they reached your pussy, gently pressing over the damp spot of your panties. “Can’t wait any longer, my pet, need you now.”

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding as you gazed up at him with your glassy, lust-filled eyes.

Your lover pushed aside the fabric that trapped your pretty folds and he hoisted your hips up, grazing his cock through your wetness to lubricate himself. “Are you ready?” He asked kindly, lining his tip with your throbbing hole.

“I’m ready,” you nodded once more and reached your hands out to hold his forearms, your nails grazing and digging into his skin in preparation.

With a delighted sigh, he slowly pushed himself into you, glancing down to ensure you were okay. When he saw you pinch your eyes shut and your nose scrunch, he reached out to touch your cheek and stroked your skin gently. “Deep breaths, pet. Deep breaths.”

You inhaled heavily through your nose, then exhaled through puffed cheeks as your eyes fluttered open to look at him.

“Just a couple more,” he whispered as he inched further into you, encouraging your breathing exercise while he spread you apart.

“So big, Erwin,” your voice rasped as your fingers shook around his wrists. “So big, it hurts.”

“Just another moment, pet, then I’ll make you feel good.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, careful not to move too sharply to avoid hurting you further.

After you left small butterfly kisses on his chin, you nodded to let him know you were ready for his cock.

He slowly rocked his hips, his length barely moving inside of you to give you an easy start, and he took every whimper of yours into his mouth as he kissed you calmly.

Your ankles were crossed against his lower back and you used your calf muscles to squeeze his waist, pulling him deeper into you. “‘M ready, Erwin, faster,” you breathed against his face, your nose squished against his.

He obliged your words and quickened his pace, pulling out of you further and thrusting more harshly into your soaking pussy, groaning from deep in his throat. He’d missed your clenching walls, missed the way his dick was massaged by your velvety insides; it’d been too long since he had you, too long since he could enjoy your skin and your touches and your tightness.

Erwin wrapped a hand around your bottom, the other under your back and used all of his core muscles to hoist you up off the mattress, holding you against him while he bounced you on his cock, gripping your ass and back tightly in order to keep you steady against him.

Your pleasured squealing in his ear only made him harder, somehow, and he plowed deeper into you, breathing heavily against your face.

“Feel so good around me,” he grunted, staring into your crying eyes and wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

Your mouth hung open, tongue lulled gently against your lower lip, and you began to drool at the feeling of his tip brushing against your spongy spot that sent waves of shivers and twitching through your limbs.

He pecked a quick kiss on the top of your tongue and adjusted you so that one hand was hooked under your knee, bending it against his side over his arm, giving him deeper access. With a harsher thrust, he brushed your cervix, causing you to cry out and lean your head back as your hips spasmed against his.

You chanted his name and dug your nails into his shoulder and the back of his neck, desperately hanging onto him as he pounded into you, his balls slapping the seam of your ass violently with each thrust.

He growled against your mouth as he kissed you, his nose and eyes twitching each time your cunt tightened around him. “Gonna cum inside of you, my pet, gonna fill you up,” he groaned and bit at your cheek before pulling his face back to look into your eyes as his hair began to stick to his sweaty forehead.

“Please, Erwin, please, I want you to fill me.” You whined as you kissed his cheek, trailing your lips to his ear where you gently bit at his lobe, your whimpers growing higher as he fucked into your g-spot. “Wanna come with you, s’close.”

He kept his pace, squeezing your ass as he panted and groaned, his cheeks red and glistening.

You gasped as your second orgasm hit you, rippling through your cunt making you clench even tighter around him, and your voice grew into a high squeal in his ear.

He grunted your name loudly then let out a deep, rumbling growl as he spilled inside of you, stuffing you with his creamy seed that soon dripped from your hole, too much for your cunt to handle.

Erwin continued to fuck you both through your highs until his thighs shook violently and he could no longer support the two of you, stumbling down on top of you as he caged you in his arms over the mattress.

You moaned and panted together, both twitching from your climaxes as your noses and lips brushed over one another.

He kissed you silently; no words needed to be exchanged between the two of you, for your feelings could be displayed through your touches and loving sighs.

Erwin had missed your body, and now that he had you once more, he never wanted to part from you or feel what it’s like to miss you ever again.

#erwin smith #erwin x reader #aot smut #snk smut #aot fic #snk fic #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #fanfic #smut #lue writes

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cap-winter-barnes · 3 years

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What They Did To You (August Walker x Reader)

Mission Impossible: Fallout spoilers ahead (sort of)!!

A/N: This is an AU in which August comes home. I just had this idea of a really soft, loving, family-oriented August in my head and I absolutely fell in love with it.

Warnings: Like one swear word & mentions of injury

Buy Me a Coffee

During this time of the year, the English countryside becomes increasingly colder, almost seemingly out of nowhere. It’s as though, as the last days of September approach, that the sun decides it no longer wishes to provide the beautiful warmth it had during the summer months.

The sky outside is a darkening grey as you stare absentmindedly out of the window of your bedroom, the view still beautiful looking upon the expanse of greenery to the front of your property.

Moving to England had been the best decision for you, especially under the circumstances. You first occupied your quaint, sheltered home the previous year, in the midst of the Autumn season – the surrounding areas of the cottage you so adore, instantly made you feel at home amongst the beauty of the countryside.

You love the season so much so, that you bestowed its name upon the small bundle nestled safely in your arms, barely a month old.

Your little Autumn.

Such a small, delicate thing, with ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. As soon as you saw that positive pregnancy test gripped between your shaking fingers, you vowed to protect and love her with your life – nothing could change that. A dusting of dark hair adorns her head and that accompanied by the beautiful ocean blue of her eyes, makes her a spitting image of her father. Your husband.

A husband you wish makes a safe return home, to you. To both of you. Despite his work and his beliefs, you still love the man the world has begun to fear – albeit under the guise of John Lark. The last you saw of him was a week before you gave birth to Autumn – he was flying to Berlin to infiltrate the CIA – that was all the information he had given you. That and the promise to come home safely. Yet weeks later, you fear the worst, spending any chance you can sparing glances out the window, expecting him pull up the driveway at any moment.

Your peace is suddenly interrupted by the incessant ringing of your phone, panic causing your heart to weigh heavily in your chest. There are only two people that have this number – your mother and August. Yet he never calls whilst on work duty, unless in an emergency, which has never occurred previously.

Autumn stirs in your arms, her small fists raising into the air in a stretch, soft gurgles escape her mouth as she begins to wake. Taking her dummy from the coffee table, you gently ease it between her lips, soothing her into silence as you reach for your phone. With unsteady fingers, you answer.

The voice on the other end of the call, you do not recognise, yet you know that he is an ally of August’s, his tone too reassuring to be a threat.

“Mrs Walker, your husband is alive.” You sense there is more that he’s not saying.

“Where is he?” You pull Autumn closer to your chest, a need within you to protect her even more so than before.

“He’s safe and will be on a private jet home within the hour, ma’am.”

“What aren’t-“

The call ends and you feel nauseous. Something is clearly wrong that they do not want you to know. Yet all you can do, is sit and wait for the return of your husband.

At quarter to midnight, nine hours after you received that dreaded call, you hear the sound of tyres on gravel nearing your home. Vacating your bed and ensuring that Autumn is soundly sleeping in her cot, you make your way to the window overlooking your driveway.

You are met with the sight of three Range Rovers, black in colour with tinted windows. As soon as the second car comes to a halt, the rear passenger swings open and, in a rush, out steps your husband. Despite not being able to distinguish his features, you know it is him.

Without further hesitation you remove yourself quickly from the window, uncaring of the fact you wear only a pair of black underwear and one of August’s button-up shirts. You have barely made it halfway down the staircase before the door flies open, revealing the silhouette of the man you love.

There is the briefest of pauses before you both instinctively move towards each other. August envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly against his body as you grip the back of his shirt in your fists. Heavy sobs escape from your mouth as you revel in the feel of his warmth against your skin, the sensation of his hands on your clothed back. A forceful, yet loving kiss is placed on the crown of your head as August takes in the scent of your hair, missing the smell of your shampoo in the time that he has been gone.

As if only realising, August pulls away, a gasp leaving his lips as his strong hands gently caress your stomach – the last time he saw or felt your body, was with a full-term bump.

“Is-“

You cannot see his face clearly in the darkness of the hallway, but you can just make out that his attention is directed towards the top of the staircase.

“August, come and meet our daughter.”

The intake of breath that you hear from him causes a flutter in your chest. He had confessed to you, the day you revealed your pregnancy to him, that he hoped it would be a girl. A girl for him to cherish and spoil, to protect and love with his entire being.

As you are about to ascend the stairs, you reach for the light-switch, yet August’s hand stops you.

“No lights, please. I don’t want to wake her.”

“August, the light will be-“

“Please.” There is something different in his voice, if you were to guess it would seem like distress. But too caught in the moment of finally introducing August to your daughter has you brushing the thought aside.

“Okay. Take my hand.”

August takes your hand in his, his thumb dancing across your skin. As you reach your bedroom, you ignore turning the light on and continue further into the room. Before your reach her cot, August halts, reluctantly releasing your hand.

“Darling, are you okay?”

Clearing his throat, you can make out a nod of his head.

“Let me just clean myself up first.”

You watch as he retreats to your en-suite, closing the door behind him, save for a fraction that allows you to see the light turn on. But as you catch just a small amount of his reflection in the mirror, you feel sick.

“August?” The raised whisper of his name startles him and as he catches your expression through means of the mirror he curses.

“Shit.”

Moving quickly, you enter the bathroom and turn your husband to face you. Immediately, tears spring to your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry.”

He can hardly meet your gaze as he speaks, voice rough and broken.

The red, raw skin of the right-side of his face looks painful and you cannot help but think that this is in its healing stages, dreading to picture the sight immediately after the damage was caused.

“This is why you didn’t want the lights on, isn’t it.” A moment passes before he nods his head twice, a sombre expression on his face. Your hand reaches for the unaffected skin on his left side, taking his cheek in his palm, you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone, grazing his eyelashes in the process. August closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your gentle touch.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“What happened?” At your interruption he meets your eyes, your gaze unwavering as your heart breaks at seeing him so vulnerable like this.

“Engine fuel.” More tears slip from your eyes as you now close them. With both hands August cups your face in his palms, wiping the tears away as he does so.

“I can’t stand the sight of myself, but just knowing that I have been able to come home to you, has me counting my lucky stars. I am truly sorry that-“

“Stop apologising, August. You’re home now and that’s what matters, I just hate seeing you in pain. This,” you gesture to the damaged skin, will not change how much I love you.”

His response is a soft chuckle before he places a chaste kiss to your lips, lingering briefly.

“If it’s any consolation, I can’t feel a thing – now anyway.” A swift, yet gentle slap is delivered to his bicep as you push yourself away from him playfully. This is the way it has always been between the two of you – the way it is supposed to be. “Now if you don’t mind, dear wife, I would love to meet our daughter.”

You both smile as you kiss him again. Pulling away you lead him across the room to the cot beside the window, turning the lights on as you do so.

Nestled against a soft pink blanket, lies a sleeping Autumn.

Glancing at August you see his tear-filled eyes as he reaches an outstretched finger to her tiny-clenched fist, which at his touch opens and then closes around his fingertip.

“She’s so small.”

“Babies usually are my love.” He meets your eyes with a playful glare before directing his attention back to the small being he helped create.

“She’s beautiful. Just like her mother.”

As if sensing the presence of her father, Autumn stirs and begins to open her crystalline blue eyes.

“Yet looks just like her father.” He smiles in adoration as his little girl stretches. “Why don’t you hold her, you have a lot of Daddy cuddles to catch up on my love.”

There is reluctance before August reaches for her, steadily lifting her from where she lays, until he is cradling her in his arms.

Instantly, Autumn snuggles herself comfortably into his chest, almost as if she has found comfort in his arms. A pleasant ache forms in your chest at the sight of both of them together like this.

“What do I call her?”

You briefly look away to find that August is lovingly directing his gaze towards you.

“Autumn. Autumn June.”

“Like your favourite season. It suits her perfectly.” He moves his attention solely to the small being in his arms. “Well, Autumn June Walker, I think that you are the most perfect thing I have ever laid my eyes upon. Just like your mother. And I promise, I will never let anything happen to you. I swear it.”

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