#yes i cried and i do every time i see this scene man

[ruewrote]

𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: teenage dream by katy perry WORD COUNT: 1294

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it wasn't out of the blue for you and stiles to have a sleepover on fridays, actually it was a sort of unspoken rule between the two of you.

it first started when you said that you had never watched star wars before, which led to the both of you sitting on your couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between.

him explaining the little parts you'd get confused about or him just ranting about his favourite scenes. after that it was a back and forth of showing each other your favourite unseen movies.

when finishing said movie the following days you'd receive multiple memes from him about the specific films, it had become a recurring pattern that you'd come to love. it almost felt weird if he didn't.

tonight it was your turn to introduce him to the to all the boys i loved before trilogy since you'd been obsessed with the movies since they first came out.

he was on the fence about watching them since he wasn't a huge fan of romcoms, you somehow convinced him by saying "it's practice for watching them with your future girlfriend!" internally wincing at that.

every friday you felt more anxious before stiles showed, trying to fluff up your pillows and straighten out your blankets. wanting to make everything perfect.

you had a huge crush on stiles, how could you not after spending so much time together, learning all of his little quirks, his likes and his dislikes, the only thing you weren't sure about was the way he felt about you.

it was the one thing you wanted to know the most about him. did he think about you the same ways you thought about him? did he like the way cuddled when you'd watch these movies and shows with him?

you couldn't tell him though, what if he didn't feel the same way you did and it completely ruins the good friendship you have right now?

what would it take for you to finally tell him?

ding dong!

the doorbell ringing a couple times had you jogging down the stairs, opening the door with a warm smile to see hyper stiles.

"i'm so ready to get my movie night on! i had a math test today and let me tell you it sucked," he whines as he dramatically wraps his arms around your waist as he fake cries into your shoulder.

"well if it helps i have enough microwaveable popcorn to keep us going through the apocalypse soo you coming upstairs or what?"

with that said he zips past you up your stairs, falling up them in the process, making you giggle at his eagerness as you follow close behind him.

watching stiles practically swan dive onto your bed and aggressively sniff your pillow has you side eyeing him, "why is your bed so much comfier and smells so much nicer than mine? it's so not fair."

"it's a little thing called fabric softener and if you continuously jump into your bed the way you do mine, then i guess you've got your answer you dufus," you laugh at him burrowing himself deep under your duvet.

"plus i've slept in your bed it's plenty comfy, the key is lots of pillows and fluffy blankets." he hums as you settle yourself beside him before pressing play on the movie.

it was like ten minutes into the film when you could feel him slightly shuffle closer to you, keeping your eyes on the screen pretending it didn't happen. just patiently waiting until he felt comfortable enough to say something.

"can...can we cuddle?" you wordlessly lifted your arm, letting him slip himself under, his head on your chest, the rest of his body lightly pressed to your side.

it was like second nature to you two, whether either one of you had a bad week you'd take turns holding each other. you helped install healthy mannerisms that proved that it was okay for a man to be held because they deserve it too and that it was okay for guys to cry no matter who they're with.

so yes , when he had a rough day he'd often walk up to you and bury his face into your neck, his arms firmly wrapped around you as you cupped the back of his head and rubbed soft circles on his back just letting him know that you were there for him.

with everything he had gone through he deserved all the comfort he could get and if the source was you then so be it.

you would be lying if you said that your heart didn't speed up at the closeness and how his touch on your skin left goosebumps.

trying to be as casual as possible, you raise the hand that was currently wrapped around his shoulders to gently stroke his hair, feeling him physically melt into you calmed your nerves.

feeling your eyelids slowly droop, your hand movements become slower so your palm now laid on the back of his neck, fighting sleep felt so difficult when he was beside you. his presence was so peaceful, comforting even without him saying anything.

the early start of your day hitting even harder now. He won't mind if you rested your eyes for a little bit, right?

stiles noticed the similarities between the two characters to the both of you, but there's no way that you deliberately put this on as a sign? was he reading too deep into it?

when he went to question you about it, lifting his head he was met with you sleeping peacefully. his gaze softened at the sight, gently tucking the piece of hair that fell in front of your face.

"you are so goddamn beautiful and don't even know it, even when you sleep? like can you save some beauty for the rest of us?" he chuckles at his own joke.

"i don't know how long i can keep pretending that i'm not totally in love with you...there really isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you." he whispers and he studies your features.

"it's honestly crazy how i feel your absence in everything that i do when i'm alone, in every place i go without you." he sighs, going to go back to watching the tv.

"you really mean all of that?" you whisper, making him jump back.

"uh- i-i do, but i thought you were asleep?"

"no i was just resting my eyes, but i'm sorta glad that you thought i was for you to finally confess your feelings for me." you smirk at him.

his mouth opens and closes, utterly bewildered at what you just said, "what do you mean finally?"

"You realise that i like you too, right? that i have for the longest time?" stiles eyes now wide, looking even more lost than before.

"you like me? like like me like me?"

sitting up, grasping the back of his neck, "what are you..." pulling him closer, your lips brushing against his. it takes him a second to register the kiss before melting into it. leaning closer to deepen the kiss. his hands brushing over your hips as he laid you down, now hovering over you. your hand running through his hair, tugging at the roots.

you're both now smiling as you share a few more pecks before pulling away. "so you do like me!" he grins, "oh my god. dude yes!"

"ya know if you're gonna be my girlfriend, you're gonna have to calling me dude."

"would you prefer shnookums?"

"that's it!" he pulled away just enough to tickle you.

from that night forth you and stiles had become inseparable, practically connected at the hip. but you wouldn't want it any other way.

i NEED new stiles stilinski fics to read.

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski oneshots #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski fanfics #dylan obrien #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien oneshots #dylan obrien imagines #dylan obrien fanfics #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf oneshots #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf fanfics #x reader #oneshots #imagines #fanfics #ruewrote

[ghosts-cyphera]

as someone who knows a little bit about the film industry and what it's like to work on a set, i gotta ask if Simon has purposefully messed up just so he can keep fucking you for a little bit longer. and the fucker knows he's messing up and he's edging you so fucking hard that when you finally cum, it's glorious and gets tons of views to make up for it😉

oh has he? oh has—

yes.

absolutely fucking yes, hahaha. he doesn't do it too much—he doesn't want to inconvenience or seriously frustrate you—but he will totally edge you on purpose, just to hear that desperation in your voice and to see that playful annoyance in your eyes.

he finds you so fucking cute when you're annoyed at him.

pornstar!ghost would accidentally, of course, mess up his lines or crack out a stupid joke just to have you bursting into laugh in the middle of filming. needing to have his cock inside you for the reshoot is a very unfortunate consequence of his actions.

all of the failed scenes will, of course, be included in the behind the scenes material that your fans will lose their minds over because of the chemistry between the two of you: your laughs so warm and genuine, even as your director calls out the god-knows-how-manieth "cut" in the middle of the scene.

pornstar!ghost is a total pleasure dom, but every now and then—if the script allows—he does dip his toes into teasing the absolute shit out of you, because the way you come after being teased and edged for hours by him is just too fucking good to pass up.

in those instances, he is absolutely fueled by seeing you that cock drunk: your eyes begging and pleading for him to finally make you come. it's not enough, though—he needs to hear you beg for it.

"what do you need, darlin'? use 'em pretty words—"

"oh come on, sweetheart. you know that won't do. ask nicely, baby, I know you can. let me hear just how fuckin' desperate my pretty girl is for it, yeah?"

"go on and beg for me, baby. that's it, good girl—"

the prettier your moans and whines and cries for him are, the faster he will help you reach your orgasm: ready to catch you as soon as you come, helping you ride down your wave and pressing deep kisses onto your skin or hair as he praises you, the man downright glowing with the pride that he feels for you.

so uh, yes. the fucker will mess up on purpose just to get to be inside you for a little longer (and just to get to spend a little more time together on set because he's always having a goddamn blast with you, though he of course does not openly admit to it just yet), and he will occasionally edge the absolute shit out of you too, lmao.

-> more pornstar!ghost here <-

#these are my 3 am sleep deprived thoughts on the topic hahaha #lo answers #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #pornstar!ghost #a:ps!ghost

[simplyundeniable98]

look at me t.s.

Pairing | Thomas Shelby x Female reader

Summary | When Mrs. Shelby requests Tommy in the room with her for the birth of their first daughter everyone is shocked. Men aren't supposed to be in the room with their wives as they give birth, it's just not how it is supposed to be... well all men aren't Thomas Shelby.

Warnings | Mentions of childbirth, pain obviously she's literally giving birth, maybe ooc Tommy? idk. Reader is a little mean to her doctors but she's in pain cut her some slack. MDNI because I said so. Foul language.

Word Count | .06k

~This is loosely based off of the scene in Queen Charlotte when they won't let George into the room to see Charlotte. If you know what I'm talking about I love you~

All dialogue in italics is spoken in Romani.

"Mrs Shelby forgive me but husbands aren't usually in the room during the birth" The doctor spoke hesitantly as his eyes flicked nervously around the room.

Everyone seemed to speak hesitantly around her. I guess that was what you get when you become a Shelby. Everyone around you is constantly terrified to tell you no or disagree. It was like being royalty in a sort of fucked up way.

Polly Gray cut the doctor a look as she walked over to you and put a reassuring hand on your forehead.

"Polly please" you cried in pain "I need him here." Nothing from the old wive tales could compare to the pain you were feeling. You had been pushing for hours now with Polly at your side but nothing was working. Your daughter simply just would not budge. Polly had made the comment early on about her already showing traits from her father.

"I don't care what usually happens. If Tommy Shelby is not in this room in the next five minutes, I will personally end you." You spoke with a hiss pointing at the doctor.

You weren't usually this aggressive, but given the fact you were in pain and used to getting what you wanted all the time, the circumstances were different.

Polly sighed as she looked down at you and began to head out of the room.

"What's wrong, is she okay?" Tommy spoke immediately as Polly exited the doors of your room.

"She's requesting you Thomas" Polly spoke in Romani so as to not alert the other doctors of your request.

"She wants me in the room with her?" He spoke hesitantly as he looked towards the door.

Polly nodded and Tommy immediately started towards the door.

"I'm sorry Mr. Shelby but I cannot allow you to be in the room." The doctor outside of your door spoke as his eyes flicked down to the floor to avoid Tommy's sharp gaze.

"Tell me, doctor, do you like your job?" Tommy spoke with a raised brow as he waited for his response.

When he didn't reply Tommy bent down to reach his gaze "Hmm? I asked you a question doctor, do you like your job?"

"Yes. Yes I like my job" He murmured still avoiding the sharp blue eyes that were currently staring daggers at the man.

"Well if you intend on staying alive long enough to keep it, I suggest you move out of my way." Tommy stood up straight and tilted his head towards the door.

The doctor nodded and stepped aside, letting Tommy enter the room. "If I hear one more word from anyone about my presence in this room, I will have a peaky blinder on each and every one of your doorsteps first thing tomorrow morning" Tommy spoke before anyone could protest.

"Tommy" you gasped as you finally laid eyes on your husband. "I've been asking for you"

"I know, I know. But I'm here now eh? I'm here now." Tommy bent down to give your forehead a kiss as you winced.

"I cant do this Tommy" you cried "I want it to be over"

Tommy's heart broke at the sight of you. His wife. He wished he could just take all of your pain away and keep it for himself.

Tommy bent down to kneel at the side of your bed as he cradled your face in his hands.

"Look at me. Hey, Look at me, love." He spoke softly as you turned your head to gaze at him with teary eyes.

"You can do this. I know you can. You are the most headstrong women I know, and ill be damned if you give up now." You giggled at his lighthearted teasing and nodded.

"And you don't really have a choice love. This baby has got to come out in one way or another." He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes at your husband.

"Okay Mrs. Shelby its time to push" Your doctor spoke as Tommy placed a kiss on the hand he had ahold of and nodded at you.

"Let's meet our daughter Mrs. Shelby."

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #cillian murphy x reader smut #cillian murphy #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinder imagine

[chrollohearttags]

random firefighter!ace headcanons (while I finish this fic!)

warnings: nothing too bad! some fluffiness and silly!ace, a few nsfw things under the cut, alcohol mentions, food mentions

firefighter!ace is surprisingly a neat freak. At least around the firehouse..he does weekly inspections and is very meticulous about how the equipment is stored. He has his own little system and everything. (his apartment is another story though!)

firefighter!ace thinks he is the appointed cook in the firehouse. Mans throws down in the kitchen and will make enough to feed an army. (he’s half Filipino in my head idc idc) so he cooks a lot of Asian fusion dishes, recipes passed down from his mom and family and yes, he insists on making them for (y/n) too on ‘date’ nights.

firefighter!ace is a CLOWN and a half. He keeps everybody in high spirits, especially after a rough call. Dancing, playing music, cracking jokes, playing cards..he will never let his team stay down for too long! (hc that he loves Bad Bunny, J Balvin and a lil bit of dancehall 🤭.) went to the club with (y/n) once and you were shocked when you started whining on him and he knew what to do with it!

firefighter!ace keeps teddy bears and dolls in the fire truck in case there are children at the scene and he always rushes to comfort them.

firefighter!ace spends his days off hiking, camping, running and doing a bunch of nature-centric activities. He loves the outdoors and wants to share that passion with you! He gets sooo excited when you agree to go on a hike with him up to this canyon he’s trekked a few times, surprised when you beat him up there. “You’re really good at this, rookie. You can run more than your mouth.” “Nah, I just wanted to kick your ass, that’s all.”

firefighter!ace is an animal lover. He has two cats and the firehouse dog is his literal son. He pets random animals whilst out at the park and will come over to your apartment just to ignore you and play with your kittens! “Anyways, I’m not here for you. I came to see my daughter, thank you.” 😭

firefighter!ace is the life of the party and that even gets worse when he drinks. He can handle his liquor pretty well so he doesn’t fall all over the place but he is way too lively when he’s drunk!

firefighter!ace does have a bit of a fashion game. He and his brother are sneaker heads and collect them so his closet is filled with all sorts of shoes. He has more a rustic, indie/hippy aesthetic but he dresses really nice when he needs to.

firefighter!ace loves the idea of sneaking around the firehouse with you. Getting in quickies with the very little free time and privacy you have. Covering your mouth as he gets you up against the wall in the bunks. “C’mon, rookie. We only have a few minutes, don’t get us caught.”

firefighter!ace is a back kisser, neck licker and suck toes. He’s so attentive and loving when you guys do get your alone time. Especially when you’ve had an attitude all week and he knows what you need. He will give you the slowest strokes while looking deep in your eyes and prone bone because he doesn’t want you doing any of the work. “Is this what you wanted, baby? Needed me stretch you out? Should’ve just said that from the beginning.”

firefighter!ace lovesssss showering together. Not just for the sexual aspect but the intimacy of it. Touching and feeling every inch of your skin, kissing you real slow underneath falling water and holding your face. Seeing your skin all lathered up in soap and just admiring every inch of your body. “You’re so soft..I love it.”

firefighter!ace gets so intense and passionate, becoming a little possessive..fucking you like it’s the last time after extremely dangerous calls. If there was an instant where your life has been in danger or he was scared of losing you, he all but puts you through the mattress, making you whimper and claw at the sheets as you scream his name. He cries into your neck/shoulder, just confessing his feelings. “You’re mine..you got that? Don’t you ever scare me again.”

#cherry’s works ✦⭒ #one piece ace #one piece #one piece x black!reader #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace smut #portgas ace fluff #one piece fluff #portgas ace x you #ace headcanons #one piece x y/n #op x y/n #op x reader #one piece au #one piece modern au #one piece smut #one piece headcanons #portgas ace x y/n #one piece drabble #firefighter au #black reader #poc reader #one piece x you #cw smut #cw alcohol #cw suggestive

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can you do a luke fic? Maybe some angst 🤭

I lobe angst sm! This is the song I listened to for inspo,,

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃ℯ

MASTERLIST

Warnings- Yes I used the TikTok trend what abt it, reader gets stabbed, betrayed, mention of blood and scars

“Luke?” Your voice was quiet, he knew that voice though. He knew your voice. He snapped his head, suddenly dropping his sword. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared into your eyes.

“Y/n.”

Percy laid on the soil beneath him, your lip quivering as you stared at the scene in front of you.

“Luke… what are you doing?” You said, stepping closer to him. You were quiet still, your heart beat practically out of your chest.

“Y/n, you have to listen to me-“ he started. Percy stood up.

“Y/n, don’t listen to him.” Percy interrupted. You were torn.

Luke ignored Percy, stepping over to you now. He grabbed your face as you looked at him, face full of confusion.

“Kronos… has a plan for us, for you. And I want a future for us-“

“Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?” You said, tears threatening to fall. “Why are you talking like that?”

“He can give us a better life than the Gods, I need you to understand, we can be free. Free from the Gods, free from Camp, from the rules. We have to leave soon-“ He spoke quietly, as if you were going to break if he spoke any louder.

“Are you sick? Is something wrong? Did I do something?” You asked, tears now falling down your face as you looked at the man you thought you had known.

“No, you didn’t do anything. Think about it, when was the last time you even spoke to your parents? Your mother?”

“That doesn’t matter, Luke.”

He grew more agitated at your words.

“I love you, why can’t you make this easier?” He asked.

“I loved you. Luke, you’re not the man I fell in love with. Whoever… this is, is not my Luke.” You gestured to him, his heart broke as a lone tear fell down his face now. The words he knew were true but didn’t wanna hear.

But with his sadness, comes more anger. You were taken aback when he pulled out his sword, Percy tried to run up and stop him but he was too slow.

He stabbed you, in the side. Not fatally or deep, just enough to injure and bleed.

You cried out, and once the anger was gone, he felt worse than he ever had.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said to you, looking back at Percy and then running into the portal, away.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked, quickly coming over to you.

You groaned, lifting up your shirt to reveal your cut to Percy. He flinched upon seeing it.

“C’mon, let’s go to the medic.” He said, helping you stand up and walk.

You took a walk through the forest, it was a lot quieter now. It was dark out, and you were supposed to be in bed. But Dionysus is too drunk to notice anything and Chiron isn’t looking.

Your mind went to Luke. It had been for the last couple months. Every time you saw converse, an oak tree, curly hair, or even brown eyes. You pretended for a moment it was him, and for those moments you were happy.

You didn’t hear someone coming up behind you until you heard a branch snap. You turned around, furrowing an eyebrow as you tried to see what or who it was.

A familiar figure came into your view. You could see that curly hair and know it was him from miles away.

You stood straight, breath catching in your throat as he came closer. You looked down at his hands, no sword.

You pulled out your sword, and he held up his hands.

“Please. I just wanna talk. That’s all I want.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, and you looked at his pleading eyes. The eyes you knew you couldn’t resist.

You put it away for now, and you both stared at each other for a moment.

“I’m sorry. I…” the words were lost in his throat when he saw your gaze. It wasn’t loving like it used to be, it was more hateful.

“You stabbed me.”

“I know. And I’ve felt like shit, ever since I haven’t seen you.”

You could tell, his hair was disheveled, the bags of his eyes heavier and darker, he looked malnourished.

“You stabbed me.” You repeated.

“How bad is it?”

You lifted up your shirt to the scar it had left. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and he stared into your eyes again.

You swore to yourself if you ever managed to run into him again, you wouldn’t cry. But, you couldn’t help it.

The man you had loved for years, the man who had always been there for you, the one who helped you through everything.

“I still love you.” You managed to blurt out the confession. You sat down on a tree’s roots, putting your face in your hands as you choked out a sob.

He sat next to you, rubbing your back as you cried.

“I love you too. I’m sorry. For everything.” He said quietly.

You eventually curled up next to him, he just threw his arm around you like he used to.

“Can we still.. be friends?” He asked hopefully.

“I don’t think we can, Luke.”

“So.. this is it.. for us?”

You nodded, “I guess it is.” Your lip quivered as you said the words. He took a deep breath and stayed quiet before speaking again.

“In another universe, I imagine we would own a beach house or something. We would be off on our own.” He said, “then eventually we’d get married. Have kids or something.”

“Why not this one?”

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo disney+ #pjoverse

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒮𝑜 𝐼𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 ༻

Nanami x F!Reader

Summary: Nanami catches you watching porn.

NSFW - Choking - Degradation

Nanami decided to surprise you while your parents were away on a business trip. He knew you needed help with your new skills, so he saw this as the perfect opportunity. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He tried again, still no answer. Third time's a charm, right? Still nothing. It didn't surprise him that you didn't answer the door, but what surprised him was that it was unlocked.

As he stepped inside, the silence consumed him. It was strange because the lights were off and you would've at least had the TV on. It was dead silent.

“(Y/n)?"

No response. He walked over to the living room and noticed your head poking over the back of the couch. He crept up behind the couch and could see you had your headphones in. His face flushed instantly as he realized what you were watching, on your small phone screen was a video of a naked woman bound and being fucked relentlessly. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him, as he had indulged in similar videos himself…

He felt his cock twitch slightly as he stared down at you. Your eyes were glued to the video, watching every thrust. Nanami’s eyes wandered lower on your crotch, you were completely bare from the waist down…

Part of him wanted to walk away, pretend he hadn't stumbled upon you in such a state. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He continued to stand behind you as you clicked on the next video, titled "Stupid whore gets destroyed," your fingers buried deep inside your pussy. Nanami remained silent, a silent observer, as you circled your clit with vigor.

Nanami despised himself for it, but he couldn't deny the throbbing erection straining against his pants. The combination of watching you pleasure yourself and the explicit content on the screen threatened to make him cum right then and there.

Nanami was frozen. He couldn't look away, couldn't move, couldn't think. All he could do was watch. He wanted to leave, he needed to leave, but the overwhelming need for release was keeping him in place.

As the woman on the screen was being relentlessly fucked, Nanami witnessed your own actions mimicking the scene. You pushed two fingers inside yourself, as if you were the one being pounded. The woman in the video had two cocks thrusting inside her, with a third man attempting to penetrate her asshole. The sound of your moans filled the room as you pushed a third finger into your tight, wet cunt, mirroring the intensity on the screen.

In the video, the girl began to cry, her mascara smudging from her tear-stained eyes. Caught in a trance, you started to whimper, fucking yourself in rhythm with their thrusts. Nanami knew exactly when you were about to cum, the telltale shiver, the pitch of your cries. It was at this moment that he wrapped his hands around your throat, simulating the scene you were watching.

You screamed, feeling the sensation of his calloused hand squeezing the sides of your neck. Nanami was too aroused to notice your reaction. He had already unbuckled his belt and was stroking himself. His breathing was labored, the only sounds coming from the video, and the sounds of his heavy panting.

"Shhh, princess," he hushed as you struggled against his grip, tightening his hold to prevent you from making any more noise, "You enjoy being treated this way, don't you?"

Nanami's eyes were glazed over as he watched you struggle to breathe. Your lips were parted, allowing a soft moan to escape.

"Do you like this, princess?"

You were unable to answer.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Y-yes..." You choked out.

Nanami smirked. He was enjoying this more than he should have. He tutted, his lips brushing against your ear as he tightened his grip around your neck.

"If this is what you want," he taunted, "then I will fuck you just like that whore."

The words sent a chill down your spine. Nanami was enjoying every second of it. He wanted to watch you squirm, wanted to watch you suffer. He wanted to destroy you for once instead of treating you like his princess.

He released his grip around your throat, your lungs filling with air. You gasped and cried out as he continued to stroke his cock.

"I want you to beg for me, (y/n)."

"N-no...Please, Nanami-" You feigned being scared.

"You are being a brat," he snarled, grabbing a handful of your hair, "Do not test me…-." He was hesitant, he had never called you a derogatory name before… “w-whore.”

He tugged harder, causing you moan. The pain felt so good. Nanami knew what he was doing to you, knew how much you craved the pain, and yet he still taunted you.

"Beg for it," he ordered, his voice laced with lust.

You did as he said, begging for him to take you, and fuck you senseless.

"Such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He sneered, "Look at the mess you've made."

Your hands were covered in slick, glistening with your arousal. You whined and reached for him, pleading for him to fuck you. Nanami grabbed your hand and began sucking on your fingers. He moaned, his tongue lapping at the juices, savoring the sweet taste of your juices.

"Tell me how bad you want it, princess."

You couldn’t help but to smile a little, your Nanami just couldn’t stop calling you princess.

"M’Please, please, Kento! I need it, I need you, please..." You swipe his lip with your finger. "Fuck me."

He climbed over the couch and pressed your back against it, his mouth covering yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Don't you dare look away," he ordered, his fingers digging into the sides of your face, "I want to see every reaction."

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, opening your pussy for him. He groaned, watching you spread your juices along your slit. Nanami leaned forward and kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding past your parted lips. His cock pressing against your entrance, and in one hard thrust, he slammed into you. You gasped as he began pounding you.

"Is this what you want?" He growled, "You want me to treat you like the little slut that you are?"

"Yes! Please, yes! M'Want it harder!"

Nanami grunted and quickened his pace. Your hips were rocking against his, the couch creaking with each movement. His fingers found their way into your mouth, pushing past your lips to press down on your tongue.

"Suck them," he demanded.

You complied, sucking his fingers and swirling your tongue around them. Nanami growled, pulling his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva trailing after them. He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, causing you to gag.

His fingers bruising as he feels himself about to cum, “Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

He pulls out, spilling his load onto your stomach, and the floor. His hand falls from your throat, a satisfied smile spread across his face. And just as he pulls out your own release washes over you.

"Good girl," Nanami purred, kissing the top of your head, "Let's get you cleaned up."

You were left breathless and speechless as he carried you upstairs to the bathroom.

#jjk #nanami smut #Nanami #nanami kento #jjk Nanami #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu nanami

[thedeathwitchescats]

Okay, review time!! If you are one of the oddballs who thinks you cant be critical of something you love I suggest you stop reading now before I ruffle your feathers. Iron flame, second in the empyrean series. I am gonna start with what I was not a fan of and then go into the shit I adored.

1) what in the actual fuck was the pacing of this book?? I can tell you what, it was non existent. There was none. Where I thought there was a lot of filler in the last book there was none in this one. We got snap shots of conversations and then *boom* more plot flew at you. The timeline of this book greatly suffered for it i think bc we end only a couple weeks, if that, after threshing, which happens sometimes in October. This book was actually so wild with times.

2) while it was a spectacular cliff hanger, xaden becoming venin pisses me off. Especially if Rebecca yarros isnt going to have him tell violet. Like if that small tid bit of a conversation we got wasnt him telling vi that he was venin then the entire romantic conflict of this book was rendered pointless and their going to be having the same fucking fight for the rest of the series and at rhat point I give up.

3) I understand that the revolution is trying to take down basgaith and make the world better or whatever the fuck but can someone actually formulate a real plan for me?? Because I feel like their mission is just, giving violet and xaden something to be pissed at each other about.

4) the entirety of cats character. I get that she was set up as a spin on the typical jealous ex. Like having her be bitter about xaden picking violet over her but OH WAIT it wasnt actually about the man it was about the crown, oohh not like other girls. Im a writer too I see the point. I dont care. I think it was trashy. If you wanted her to be a bitter spiteful ex then have her be a bitter spiteful ex, the whole crown thing was shallow.

OKAY haters your time is up now onto the shit that made my heart hurt with joy and sadness

1) xadens arc in this book. I really liked that he went from "transparency is never gonna happen" to losing his fucking mind over violet and giving her everything. I love feral men and he qualifies. I think his arc was really well done and i liked it.

2) I appericiate that violet stuck to her guns for this book. She wouldnt let xaden off without a fight and I loved that. She made him bow and scrape and I was eating it up. It was spectacular.

3) the throne room scene. Violet on the throne. "Im making a temporary point not a lasting vow of maschocism" xaden being feral.

4) that gets its own point actually, just xaden being completely feral this entire book healed a part of my soul.

5) andarna's little speech at the end where she was like "I waited for you violet" made me ugly cry. That was just so hopelessly good I loved it. Andarna in general heals my heart but that part was just *chefs kiss*

6) tarin being completely and utterly ready to eat people this entire book. Just, at every turn "I want lunch their pissing me off " was spectacular

7) every scene their squad was in. Rihannon, violet, sawyer and ridoc are my roman empire. Their bond is so amazing. The fact that they launched a rescue mission for violet. Rihannon being ready to kill xaden at every turn. Ridoc being so platonically and adorably in love with violet. Just- augh happy cries happy cries. I love it all. Their so special tbh.

8) I love xaden actually, just, the whole book every scene hes in lives in my brain.

9) I liked that we saw a small bit of violet being feral this book too. I hope that we get more of that in future books. I want more of violet losing her fucking mind. Hot, badass women covered in blood

10) Liam. Fucking Liam. When violet was kidnapped and Liam was there. Now, do I logically understand that he was a hallucination, yes, do i care?? No. He was a gift from Maleck I will be hearing no critiques on that. It was so fucking sweet and amazing. I love violet and Liam and Liam being dead so horribly breaks my heart. I loved Liam. Liams death lives rent free in my skull.

#i might add more to this later #please #i am begging yall #dont get weird #i am allowed to love this book and have critical opinions abt it #if i start getting threats about my fandom opinions again i might lose my mind #haters get fucked #anyways #i need the third book right now and the fact that i wont get it until next year kills me a little #i loved iron flame #i loved fourth wing #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #violet and xaden #fourth wing #iron flame #book review #iron flame review #🪓

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. fluff + angst for the birthday boy! spoilers for chapter 236. 736 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ maxine voice from russian doll: sweet birthday baby!!! i had this sitting around in my drafts and honestly been going through it so... we love-self care. also peep the httyd quote B)

He’s already seen everyone else (Suguru, Nanami, Haibara, and Yaga) but there’s still some unfinished business for the strongest, the ill-fated, Gojo Satoru.

After all, it’s a long known fact that Gojo Satoru really died when you did.

“Well,” Gojo stands, dusting off his uniform pants, “Gotta go.”

“Leaving so soon?” Geto asks with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah. Got a date, ya’ know.”

Of course, you’d reunite at an airport terminal of all places. The staple location for every cheesy rom-com movie, where the twist is that both lovers are dead.

What can you say; spending even just a few years in limbo will round out the humor in you.

But it’s also perfect, in its own way. How many rom-coms did you watch with him that had this exact scene in them? How many times had you recreated those corny, predictable scenes anytime you had to travel with sincerity because between the two of you… One couldn’t really live without the other.

Maybe there really is something to this airport effect.

You’re both running so fast, desperate to leave all the time you spent apart in the past.

Gojo sweeps you off your feet, somehow staying grounded on his despite the boom of excitement between the two of you. Your giggles make him giggle and it’s like you were never apart.

When you kiss, he remembers what it felt like when he really had someone to keep living for. 

The memories don’t stop there: a dam of his own making cracks under the pressure before splitting apart entirely. It still hurt to reminisce on those times you shared, even after all those years it never got any better. But with you back in his arms, the experiences have been returned to their original glory. Their original joy.

He can see them all so clearly. 

The look of annoyed disgust you gave him when you met as first-years at Jujutsu High: he never did let you live down your initial distaste for him and you never let him forget why you gave him that look in the first place. But it sure as hell didn’t stop you two from sneaking off to make out when you should have been practicing.

The gleam in your eyes when he told you I love you for the first time: you had cried right after and had him thinking he did something wrong but you more than made up for it when you tackled him to the ground, sobbing “I love yous” right back. 

The warmth of your arms when he’d wake up screaming the nights following the first time he’d lost Suguru: he never could thank you enough for giving him such a perservering comfort.

He’s seeing it all: graduation, birthdays, holidays…

A flash of you and him in the bed you shared, in the apartment you two called home, and the night he proposed… How you said yes before he could even finish the sentence.

And that's where it ends because you'd be gone before the two of you could even announce your engagement.

Gojo never loved after you, didn’t even try to find someone else because no one could ever come close to you.

Now here you are, in his arms again… Where you belong. He kisses you over and over again with the fervor of a man starved, Gojo desperate to reacquaint himself with the way you taste and feel.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.” You tease, arms looped tenaciously around his neck; you aren’t letting go this time.

“Pft- You? Never, baby.” His lips skirt yours, “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.”

Gojo makes you laugh. He always could.“I think I have an idea.” You chuckle, your eyes crinkling as you smile.

“Let me look at you.” You both say at the same time, falling in love with each other all over again. 

With an air of remorse and his pretty blues saturated with sadness, Gojo whispers, “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” His heart still aches like it's become a muscle memory. “I should’ve–”

“Hey.” Your hands firmly grasp his face, “Stop that.” You give him a good shake with that determined look in your eyes he's longed for all these years. “We're together again. I don't know for how long or what comes next but… For better or worse, right?” 

“For better or worse.” Gojo agrees and for the first time in a long time he smiles without guilt, thinking to himself:

“I���m hoping this isn’t a dream.”

#gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk #x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo fluff #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for gojo. ꒱ #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 📝 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ jackie writes! ꒱

[sophswritingthings]

SIXTH PART LOL 😸😸😸

So now the reader and Mizu are so well Acquainted that soon they get married to each other but it was literally just a small wedding and when i say small I mean Mizu proposes and says some sappy stuff and Reader says something sappy as well and then they call it a day. (MIZU AND READER DESERVES A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING IMO).

Mizu is out doing whatever and reader is at home making dinner and BAM someone breaks in again (Girly needs better security honestly 🤨🤨) and she goes straight for the kill with her ninja stars and Kunais but the guy is really good at dodging them and goes like "all that training and you still can't throw properly" and shown to be her dad and she starts to fight him and asks why he's here and he says he's here to collect Mizu for her bounty and reader ain't letting that slide.

They start to fight and reader has the upper hand during the first part of the fight, but then her dad pulls a quick one and starts to talk about how her siblings are all dead and it's her fault and she starts to cry and gets pinned against the wall (Via neck btw) and Mizu comes home to seeing reader crying and pinned against the wall.

Readers dad comes for Mizu and an epic showdown happens and Mizu wins ofc but reader is left crying on the ground and cue a fluffy scene where Mizu kisses readers head and comforts her (via pulling her to a hug and into her lap while reader cries abt her siblings).

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): blood, injury, swearing

a/n: damn reader is just getting SLAMMED. also yes, she very much needs better security 😭

summary: the ask summarizes it I’d say

word count: 977 words / 5,291 characters 

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the two of you were taking a walk, along the mountains, hands clasped together—like you'd never let go. little did you know… that was the plan.

mizu stopped in her tracks.

you paused, turning around to face her.

“uh, mizu? Is something wrong?”

no, nothing was wrong. 

she grabbed one of your hands again, rubbing her fingers over your knuckles. you continued to look at her, confused by her behavior. 

“we’ve been seeing each other for a while, now, (y/n),” she murmured, glancing up from your hands. “if this were.. traditional, we would be considered married.”

your eyes widened. was she really…

“I wanted to know, if we possibly.. could, be married.” she said rather bluntly, “I love you, (y/n), more than I have ever loved anyone. If you would accept my hand, in marriage, that would make me happier than I have ever been.”

you were close to tears, at this point. hearing her proclamation of love for you, it warmed your heart.

“yes,” you whispered. “yes—I love you, mizu, I really do. I’ve never loved someone so much,” you rest your forehead against hers. “but it isn’t like we can have a ceremony.”

she nods a little, holding your waist. “this is enough for me. we don’t need anything special… just to call you my wife is enough.”

you're humming softly, making you and your wife dinner. she was out, probably trying to collect information again—usually that came up with nothing—and you were waiting for her to return.

knock.

Knock.

KNOCK.

the beating got progressively louder, sitting off a red alert in your head. you grabbed your stars and kunai's, ready to protect yourself.

wasn’t the first time you had to do so..

as the man burst through the door; you couldn’t see his face. his face was concealed, and he was dressed in all black. you had no clue who he was; but he was going down.

you begin to toss your weapons at him, trying to either pin him or kill him, at worst. 

he laughs, a big bellowed laugh, dodging each and every one, “all that training and you still can’t throw properly, can you?”

you stop in your tracks as he tossed off his mask. your eyes widen, your eyes wide—they begin to sparkle with tears. a man you feared so very much; he'd shown up at your doorstep.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you ask, your voice raspy with emotion.

“I am here to collect the onryō that resides here,” he takes a pace toward you. “I know you're hiding him, little flower. I am here to collect him for a bounty. where is he?”

your eyes narrowed to slits, “you mean my husband?” you grumble, “yeah, I don’t think so.”

he scoffs, “husband? i always knew you were a fucking idiot, but this? marrying an onyrō? I thought you were at least better than that, little flower.”

you launch yourself at him, knocking him off his feet. you tussle and tumble for a few moments, knocking over flowers and vases along the way.

“your siblings are gone, and it is all your goddamn fault. and now.. married to a demon?” he scoffed. you stopped. you were holding his collar, a kunai pointed at his throat. “they died. they're all fucking dead, because of you. after you ran away; they had no one to protect them.. their big sister abandoned them, and they died in your wake.”

you shook your head, your entire body shaking as you began  to cry.

“I-it isn’t my fault, y-you—“

“trying to pin this on your father? how pathetic,” he pushed you to wall, pushing a kunai through the skin of your throat.

you cried out in pain; pinned to the wall with a kunai through your neck—

“now where is the onryō?” he hissed.

“onryō? I’m right here.”

your eyes snap open as you hear mizu's voice, a small ensemble of relief washing over you.

“ah, there you are,” he released his grip from you, turning to face mizu. “prepare to die.”

“prepare to die?“ she scoffed, tossing off her overcoat, hat and glasses. “I’ve been prepared to die since the day I was born, do you seriously think I am scared of the idea?”

mizu reached for her katana, unsheathing the sword in one fell swoop. she narrowed her eyes, gazing at your father.

“I think it is you who should be prepared,” she hissed. “you were dead the minute you laid a hand on my wife.”

he lunged at mizu, his blade attempting to slice her waist, but she was too quick—she moved with speed and stealth, her moves unable to be accounted for.

he turned on his heels, yet another attempt to slide her in half—but to no avail. he missed once more, and this time, mizu grabbed her sword—sweeping past his waist in one precise, clean cut as she moved past him.

he stopped moving.

his body fell limp.

you watched the scene unfold; your father's body falling into two halves, blood gushing from both sides.

mizu turned to you in an instant, pulling the kunai from your neck. you cried out in pain, falling into her arms, sobbing.

she moves you to the floor, pulling you into her lap in a tight hug.

“It’s okay.. it’s okay,” she whispered, brushing her hand through your hair. “he's not something you have to worry about ever again.”

“I-it’s all my fault,” you whimper. “t-they’re all dead because of me, mizu.”

“no. no, don’t think like that, my love,” she hissed. “it isn’t your fault. It’s that monsters fault. and he’s dead; you can rest now.”

you nodded, burying your head in her neck.

she kissed the top of your head, pulling you into a tighter hug. she never wanted to let you be hurt ever again—

—and she wouldn’t.

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a/n: the mizu gifs are killing me bro. SHES SO HOT

#mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #ask #asked and answered #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #request #fic request #new fic

[jeanboyjean]

DOES HE KNOW? - ft takashi mitsuya. sfw. 

he'll never know the way you lie when you look at me so keep trying but you know I see all the little things that make you who you are

an: short one loosely based on the song does he know by one direction!! do i make every one of my faves lovesick in every fic? yes. sue me. reader's a lil messy in this ngl.

cw: alcohol, possible allusion to cheating but nothing explicit eek

1.4k words

@milky-aeons @arlerts-angel 1d chokehold solidarity ✊ hehehe

Mitsuya saw you before you saw him. 

The club was packed tonight, filled to the brim with bodies gyrating against each other as music pumped around them. It was so loud he could feel the ground shaking under his feet as the bass vibrated in his bones and rattled his teeth. Mitsuya shook his head - this was going to give him a migraine in no time. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone clubbing, having long outgrown the scene in the years following his youth, but he had come out tonight because you had asked him to... and unfortunately he would do anything for you. 

You had replied to his text earlier saying you were at the dance floor and Mitsuya craned his neck to look over the crowd in search of your face. When it parted slightly, he saw you there in the middle, dancing with one of your girlfriends. He watched as your body moved like liquid honey, your hips swaying in circles that hypnotised him. Entranced, he began walking toward you, weaving his way until he was standing right in front of you. Just as he was about to call your name, you spun around and your eyes locked with his.  

“Takashi!” Your voice rang in his ears, floating toward him over the music. Your eyes shone and your face brightened with a thousand watt smile which triggered a warmth that spread throughout his body.  

He grinned wide and spread his arms out in response. Drunken giggles bubbled out of you as you raced toward him and he caught you as you stumbled into his arms.

“Hey,” he laughed, hugging you tight in greeting. “Careful.” 

He released you from his arms after a moment and held you out at arms length to get a good look at you. As he took you in, his breath caught in his lungs and a lump formed in his throat. You were stunning - as always - and it made his hands itch. With all of his being, he wished he could claim you as his muse. He yearned to dress you in the finest fabrics designed for you and you only, if only you would let him.

From the moment he had first seen you as a kid in primary school, he had been pulled to your side as if by an invisible magnetic force that had drawn him in and never let go. Years had passed and there had been moments when he thought he would lose you while he went about getting in fights and wreaking havoc. You were adults now though and here you still were by his side. It felt right and yet it didn’t... because you were by his side, yes, but not in the way he wanted. The two of you were inseparable, twin flames you could say, but it wasn’t enough. No, it couldn’t be enough because he wanted you, badly, and he needed to have you in a way that surpassed any friendship. 

For years, he had waited for the right moment to tell you. He had watched as you cried over stupid boys that didn’t deserve you, as you flitted around falling into random strangers and just easily fell out of them, knowing that there was a void in you that only he could fill. Why couldn’t you see what was right in front of you? 

Mitsuya was nearing his breaking point. How much longer would he have to watch you be with someone else, when he knew he was exactly what you needed. Just last week, you had texted him all giddy and excited over your most recent fling. Well... your boyfriend he guessed he should say now, but his brain refused to acknowledge it. The picture of you with another man sickened him to the bone.

He’s so nice! Your messages had read. He knows me so well :) I was late to our coffee date today and he had already ordered because he remembered what I usually drink. We’re officially in a relationship now!!

Mitsuya had scoffed when he had read your words. He couldn’t understand what you were so thrilled about - anyone could remember somebody’s coffee order. This was the bare minimum, something not even worth gushing over. Not when he knew everything about you. Surface level things like your favourite colour, your favourite songs, your favourite bands. Other things as well, your secret tattoo, the way you changed moods and the songs that you sang when you were all alone. Did that guy know as well? Whatever. Even if he did, it still wouldn’t be enough. 

Regardless Mitsuya had wanted to seem supportive, so he had texted back a nice! i’m glad you’re happy. And it was true. He was willing to wait. At the end of the day, he would stand to the side no matter what, if it meant you would still look at him the way you were now. 

“You came!” You exclaimed happily, gazing up at him through your lashes. Your face was lit with the glow of one to many drinks and flushed from the exertion of dancing. Your hands wrapped around his arms as you held onto him in barely contained excitement. 

“Of course I did,” he replied, grinning down at you. “Someone’s gotta keep you in line. Looks like you’ve already been having fun without me.”

You nodded enthusiastically in complete agreement. You grabbed his wrist and pulled hard in the direction of the dance floor. “Soooo much fun. Come on, let’s dance!”

He laughed, shaking his head. He let you lead him to a free spot and didn’t stop you when you wrapped your arms around his neck and rocked to the music. His hands found their way to your waist and he held you there, his body burning with a fever as he contained himself from roaming further. He dipped his head down so you could hear him speak in your ear.

“Where’s that guy?”

“Which guy?” 

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “You know. That guy. Your boy… friend.” He tried not to let his voice catch on the last word but he stumbled slightly, a horrible taste lingering on his tongue. “Does he know you’re out?” Does he know I want you so bad? 

“Oh!” Your lips tilted in a small smile as your eyes flitted away for a moment. “He said he couldn’t make it tonight, said he was busy. It’s just you and me today.” 

Your words were music to his ears. He would take what he could get. 

His hands tightened around your waist, his heart racing in his chest. A new song came on and you yelped in excitement, twisting around in his grasp so that your back was pressing against his chest. Your arms stayed raised to interlock behind his neck as you started grinding up against him. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he watched you move. His eyes fixated on the fluid movement of your body, and they almost rolled to the back of his head when he felt your ass brush against his hips. By reflex, his dick stirred in his pants and he had to move back to give himself some room to breathe.

You turned to look over your shoulder at him and a cheeky smile played on your lips. Surely you knew what you were doing to him. Fuck, if you didn’t stop he was going to do things he wouldn’t be able to take back. There was a fire raging so hot within him and he was so close to burning everything down with him, boyfriend be damned. 

“You sure he would be fine with us dancing like this?” Mitsuya asked, his lips grazing your ear. With how close you were standing in front of him, he could feel the shiver run down your body, your back arching ever so slightly.

“He knows we’re just friends,” was all you said in response, before you turned your head away with mirth in your eyes. 

“Just friends, huh?” 

Something about the words you had both said countless times over the years bit at him and the final remaining grasp on his self control withered away. His hands slid down to your swaying hips and he pulled you in closer to his body. Your lips parted as you took in a sharp intake of breath and your eyes fluttered wide in surprise as he rocked his hips flush against you. If you didn't know his feelings already, you would know now with the way his hardening cock pressed against your ass.

Tonight, you would be his… and he was going to make sure that you never went back to anybody else.

🫢🤭

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader #✎ . chlo wrote smth

[underaverageheight]

Balloons

dad!lino x fem!reader genre: fluff warning(s): dad lino (yes that's a warning) kinda proofread

word count: 1k (1001 lol)

Sitting on her father's shoulders, she pat and tapped the top of his head pointing rather wildly. "Daddy. I want that." You daughter, Minji, pointed at the man selling balloons across the park.

"The balloons? You want a balloon? Okay my little star~" Minho grinned, patting his daughter's leg. You walked alongside your husband, enjoying this peaceful scene that will forever be ingrained in your mind. Minji was perched atop Minho's shoulders, her tiny hands clutching his longer hair, giving him adorable little pigtails. Minho set his daughter down on the grass as the three of you walked to the vendor. She squealed and ran quick, making a bee-line for the bundle of balloons. You giggled, putting out your arm to stop Minho from running after his little star, earning you a puzzled look from your husband.

"As much as I don't want her to get hurt, it's grass and she needs to learn that she should slow down sometimes." As if on cue, Minji fell on her hands and knees. Minho nearly rushed to his daughter's side til you tugged on his sleeve. "Watch, Min. She learns quick." You felt the tension leave Minho's body as Minji got up, dusted her hands off and simply walked to the balloons. "See?" You smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Walking up to your daughter, you crouched down and dusted her clothes off. "You okay, honey?"

Minji nodded and pointed at a pink balloon. "This one. Can I- I mean, may I have a balloon, Daddy? Please?" Minho nodded and got 3 pink balloons for his daughter. She then gave one to you and to Minho. "There. Now Daddy, Mommy, and me all have a balloon!" You kneeled down to tie the balloon around Minji's wrist as well as your husband's. Minho returned the favor, giving your wrist a light peck before nudging you softly.

"I still would've given you both balloons." You looked at him in confusion.

"Why?"

"Well, you're both short." He smirked. "I can't lose both my daughter and my wife at the park today, can I?" You rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“You’re insufferable. But that’s why I love you… I guess.” Grinning, you gave Minho a light kiss and went to Minji.  “Minji, honey, what do you want to do here at the park?”

“I wanna play on the swing and… and play hide and seek and play tag…” Minji looked around almost frantically, wanting to do so many things. She gave you a look, almost identical to you husband’s pouting face, something that made you give in every time.

Minho bent down to his daughter’s level. “Race you to the swing, little star. 5… 4…” Minji screamed excitedly and took off for the swing. Minho took a light pace behind her, scooping her up before she reached for the swing. “Daddy got you, Minji~ Daddy wins!” This earned him his signature unamused look from his own daughter. “Okay, okay… You almost won. Next time, yeah?”

Minji huffed. “It’s not fair. Daddy’s a giant. Right Mommy? Cause- cause Mommy’s a lot smaller than you. Just like me.”

Giggling, you took your daughter from Minho’s arms. “I agree, it’s not fair. So you’re gonna grow up and tower over your dad. Then you can race him.”

“But I wanna grow up now! I wanna be a giant too!” Minji began pouting again. She wasn’t much of a crier though. A pouter? Yes

“Wanna be a little giant for today? Sit on the swing, Minji.” Minji sat on the swing, clutching on the chains as Minho gently pushed her. “Jagiya~ She looks so much like me.” Minho’s lips formed an adorable pout.

“I know. She’s just like you. Rarely cries, she has your pout and stare-”

“She’s gonna be a menace when she’s older.”

“Oh so you admit it?” You smirked.

“What? No. I’m just saying… Oh alright yes. I’m a menace.” His ears turned pink as he grumbled, resting his head on your shoulder as he continued to push Minji.

“Except when it comes to your daughter.” Your husband hummed in response.

“Daddy! Stop pushing me, I wanna play hide and seek!” He chuckled, bringing the swing to a stop as Minji hopped off and looked up at her father. “Daddy, you’re gonna hide with Mommy and I’m gonna find you. 1… 2… 3…” Minho took your hand and started running, his face overcome with this giant grin. There wasn’t much to hide behind in this open park but you both made it work. You hit behind a tree and Minho crouched by the bushes. “Ready or not… here I come!”

Minji ran around, searching the highs and lows of the park. From behind the tree, you saw her pink balloon trailing behind her, stopping and moving just as she did. “Found you Daddy! I found you!” Minji popped out from the opposite side of the bush he was hiding in.

“Ah you got me~! You’re good at this Minji!”

Minji smiled. “You’re just bad at this game, Daddy. I could see your balloon when I ran over here.” She tugged on his fingers. “Let’s go find Mommy.”

Minho scanned the park, nearly missing you as your own balloon barely peeked out from the tree you were hiding behind. “Star, go for the trees. I have a good feeling.”

Minji ran towards the trees, searching around. “Mommy! I found you too!” She squealed and jumped into your arms.

“Hey… I wanted a hug too!” Minho opened his arms and you set Minji down, watching her jump into her father’s arms. He swung her around, earning giggles from Minji. Your heart swelled with love as you watched them, going to kiss the top of your daughter’s head and kiss Minho.

“I love you both so much.”

“Me too Mommy!”

“I love you too Jagi.” Minho nuzzled the crook of your neck before whispering softly. “I can’t believe we made that.”

“Way to ruin the moment, Min.” Rolling your eyes, you intertwined your fingers with his.

“What?”

a/n: those ppl who put balloons on their s/o... i'm short so this is kinda cute to me ngl. i enjoyed writing this hehe thank you sage for the name~

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#stray kids #skz fluff #스트레이키즈 #lee know #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know fluff #lee minho fluff #underaverageheight

[written-in-flowers]

Aegon Targaryen spending time with his four kids and wife, Almost 5?? I loved the four becomes five fic.

A/N: okay, this isn't exactly Aegon spending time with his kids, but that is at the end. I kind of like dad!Aegon despite how OOC it can be.

Tags: loads of parental fears, parental worries, mentions of pregnancy issues, mentions of premature illness, mentions of baby illness, miscarriages, stillbirths, but loads of aegon being fond of his babies and giving them dragon eggs. Yes, Aemond married Helaena, and I love every second of that.

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Four Becomes Five pt. 2

Aegon knew children would be a part of marriage. They are a part of life. They keep the family going, the future bright and the lineage strong. Yet, the thought of having one of his own terrified him. He had no idea how to be a father; his own did nothing to teach or guide him in fatherhood. He saw how his siblings turned out, how he turned out. He worried he might ruin things, and the child became terrible. What if he ends up raising the next Maegor the Cruel? The child could become a deadpan lunatic like Aemond or a spineless worm like his father. Aegon worried his bad habits might influence his children, who then become unloved and scorned by his family. He thought of the possibility of them being deformed, and he’d be the reason they were. He might injure them by accident or teach them the ‘wrong’ things or be too distant or too suffocating or too neglectful or too attentive. Aegon had no idea how to raise a child. He had no desire to have one. Babies are so fragile, noisy and gross. He told you on your wedding night only one baby. You two would only have one. He wouldn’t run the risk of screwing up more than once. 

Until Daella. Nine months following your wedding night, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had his violet eyes and silver blond hair, but your skin tone and nose. Aegon stood outside the birthing room, anxious and needing a drink, when the maester came to tell him the labor ended. He guided Aegon into the room where he saw you sitting up against pillows, body drenched in sweat and hair clinging to your forehead and face. You wore a white garment that was still bloody around your legs, which were still slightly spread. In your arms, you carried a white bundle. Tears of joy slipped down your cheeks as you and Mother stared down at the baby in your arms. The child cried and cried while you tried shushing it. Aegon stayed on the outskirts of the scene, watching from the dark. This was it. He was a father now; no going back or running away. Well, actually, he COULD run, but he didn’t dare. He’d never leave you. He couldn’t even if he tried. You finally noticed him, smiled widely, and beckoned him closer. You knew about his fears of parenthood. 

“Would you like to hold your daughter, Aegon?” you asked him kindly. 

“What if I drop her?” was his first question. 

“You won’t.”

You instructed him on how to hold a newborn, and that’s when it happened. Seeing Daella’s violet eyes blink for a moment, her little body bundled up in a soft blanket, and simply holding her put out those fears. Yes, this felt right. He felt as if he were made for this. He’d screwed up most of the things in his life, and he feared he might mess this up, but dammit…he’d try his best. He rested back in a chair while you recovered, holding Daella and watching her sleep. 

He went to the dragonpit himself and picked out an egg from the incubating chamber. It was a white, sparkling egg with a blue gradient to the bottom. A beautiful egg for his beautiful princess. 

Aegon tried to quit drinking so much. He tried being there more. He tried helping with the baby as much as a man could, but…what if he’s doing too much? What if he should step back? He shouldn’t be all over Daella because she needed to experience things herself, and let her discover it on her own. You’d tell him ‘she’s only a baby, Aegon’, yet he insisted it stood. Daella made it easy by being the happiest baby around. She giggled easily, smiled often, and loved to play with toys and with others. Aegon liked this part the most. He wanted to be a part of it. He enjoyed playing ‘dragons and princesses’ with her; being a ‘guest’ at her tea parties and playing hide and seek in the apartments. 

Then, you and him had drunken sex on Daella’s second nameday. This very steamy, passionate moment resulted in a second pregnancy. That was fine. A second baby is okay. He’s gotten some experience with Daella, so a second would be fine. Right? Yes? It’s not as if he could screw up two different children. 

Saera came after, and what a beauty she was too. She looked like you in his eyes; you said she looked like him. It didn’t matter. Aegon chose a rose gold egg from the chamber that glittered magenta when turned the right way. An egg as enchanting as Saera. Even as a baby, people fawned over her. His grandsire commented that when Saera grew of age, he’d be knee-deep in marriage proposals. This never occurred to Aegon until that moment. He stared down at his daughter, fast asleep in his arms, and realized he’d have to give her to someone. One day, he’d have to marry her off…to a man…who might hurt or mistreat her. No, he’d obviously marry Saera to a brother or cousin or uncle. If she ended up never having a brother, she’d marry Aemond and Helaena’s son, Maelor. He’d have to make sure his brother raises his son right so he’s a good match for Saera. Yes, that makes sense, certainly. 

Daella being three, and Saera having just turned two, you announced you were pregnant for a third time. He’d wracked his brain to recall the time when you reminded him of the morning you both spent ‘taking the air’ in the palace gardens. He was positive he’d pulled out that time, but clearly, not quick enough. Aegon had Daella and Saera now, so a third child should be easy. His mother and father prayed for a Targaryen boy to keep the bloodline going. You said you didn’t care what their sex was; you’d love them regardless, and he felt the same. The third pregnancy came with complications. The maester told him there was a fair chance you might miscarry with all the delicacy of the situation; he felt helpless. This isn’t an enemy he can fight off or an illness that can be cured with a tonic. If the baby miscarried, he could do nothing about it. He could only pray…A thing he never did until the night you’d woken up to a puddle of blood in the bed. While the maester quieted you with milk of the poppy, Aegon went into the royal sept, where he lit a candle to every god. It surprised his mother, who’d come for the same reason that night. He told her he did not know what else to do, and she knelt there with him in silence.

Prayers were answered. On a cool, breezy morning, Baelon Targaryen came into the world. But, the maester told them not to exhale too deeply. Baelon came with many complications: thin, frail, and sickly. They feared he might not make it through the week. Aegon prayed again. He didn’t care if his son became crippled or disfigured from his illness, as long as he lived. The maesters did all they could for Baelon, but they feared he might not make it. Aegon and you both stayed beside his crib every night; you both prayed that The Mother showed mercy and took care of your boy. He feared the moment the baby stopped breathing or became too still. When Helaena told you she’d seen Baelon as a dragon in her dreams, hoping it meant something good, Aegon realized what he must do. He rushed to the dragonpit where one of the she-dragons recently produced a clutch of eggs. Emerald green with flecks of gold, when Aegon held it in his hands, he sensed the power within. He couldn’t explain it, but this dragon would be mighty and so would his son. He came back and placed the egg in Baelon’s cradle. A desperate attempt of a father who’d do anything for his son’s health. 

Finally, one hot night, when the city stunk and sweat stuck his clothes to his skin, young Baelon’s fever broke. His screaming woke up half the castle. Aegon thought there might be something wrong, something hurting the baby, but when the maester came, he suggested the boy nurse at his mother’s teat. You both sobbed together when you realized the worst had passed. Baelon became precocious and wily. He picked up walking faster than either of his sisters, and he liked cuddling with his dragon’s egg. He cried whenever someone tried removing it from him. Baelon was four by the time the egg hatched. ‘Endrys’, a dragon of dark green with golden lines under his scales, joined the other dragons in the dragonpit. The dragonkeepers declared that Endrys bonded with Baelon in the egg, a very, very, very rare thing. Aegon took this to mean his boy would be a strong dragonrider. 

Three children was enough for you both. You each had plenty on your hands. His mother said he might still drink and occasionally stray from his duties, but he’d become a decent father. Not a great one, yet better than his own. Aemond said fatherhood changed him. He didn’t think so. He still drank until he passed out, but only after the children went to bed. He still loved bedding you, though it became less frequent after Baelon’s risky birth. He thought you two might stop at three. Daella was already five, Saera was two and Baelon was one. It was enough. When you and him made love after a heated argument, he swore he’d pull out in time to keep it from going inside you. But, as Aemond said:

“Seems your technique is getting weak, Brother.”

Unfortunately, the child never made it to full term. He’d woken up one morning to find out you’d started your labors too early. You spent hours in complete agony, screaming and crying over the pains bursting in your body. Eventually, the maester withdrew the child. Deformed, pale white, with scales on its body, neither of you could understand the monster you’d birthed. Regardless, you’d named her Rhaella, and your dragon, Moonfyre, burned her body on a funeral pyre. Aegon shared your sadness. He comforted you as best as husband could, while also trying to explain to your children why they didn’t have a sister anymore. You became pregnant two more times in the passing years. One miscarried, and the other was another stillbirth. He guessed the gods were trying to tell him that he had plenty of children already. 

Then Vaelen came. He came slowly and quietly, like a snake sneaking up on prey. Aegon made this analogy because Vaelen rarely cried. He rarely smiled. Aegon joked that he appeared to be ‘in thought’ all the time. He'd placed a matte orange egg with reddish scales in the cradle, though Vaelen paid no mind to it. The quiet baby turned into a reserved, solemn boy who liked listening to stories, going on walks with his mother, and looking at plants. 

In the sitting room after dinner, Aegon sat in his chair by the fire and admired his family from afar. Daella worked quietly on her needlework, which her septa said needed vast improvement. She grumbled to herself, much like you do, and hissed angrily when she’d skewed a stitch. You told her to be patient, relax, and take her time. Saera sat at her feet, making two of her dolls kiss. She said they’d gone on a fantastical journey across the kingdom, fighting monsters and villains, before coming home to get married. He smiled at her imagination, her innocence. Vaelen sat at a table nearby, crushing leaves with a mortar and pestle with a few other ingredients in front of him. When asked, he said he was recreating Maester Orwyle’s soothing salve for burns. He only did this because Baelon returned from the dragonpit, slightly singed with a burn mark on his arm and chest. He’d accidentally come across a hatchling that escaped the warming chamber. When trying to take it back, the hatchling panicked and spewed hot air that burned through Baelon’s clothes. Baelon wasn’t angry with the baby, but the burns it left irritated him. Aegon could tell when his son put up a front, acting as if he wasn’t in so much pain. Still, he rested against you and quietly listened to you read to the room aloud. 

Your belly is the first thing he noticed. Four months into the pregnancy, you already began showing slightly. After that quick one following a reunion dinner with family, he’d somewhat hoped to have another child. Aegon took a swig from his ale mug, smiled softly, and pictured a fifth child sitting amongst the ones he had now. He prayed that the child would come out healthy. He quite enjoyed being a father now. 

He didn’t mind it so much anymore. 

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x yn #aegon the elder #tom glynn carney #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[chrollohearttags]

This is for when you come back. I believe you've shared this guy before, but to me this is this is so musician!Eren x influence!YN. They would do a whole Scream homage to start off one of Eren's new music videos; it would be so hot that they make their own "scary movie" with one of the handheld cameras once the crew starts packing up 🫠

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7ForeG/

omg babes I definitely saw this and was saving the best for last (just in time to start off spooky szn too!) thank you for this!! 🥹🫶🏾 (side note: I’m so sick of Jordan’s ass! He gets finer and finer every time I see him LMAO 😭)

content warnings: voyeurism, knife play, blood mentions, rough sex, breath play, mask kink go brr 🫠🫠, choking, roleplay, recording, squirting, slapping

we gon call this our lil bonus upload for day one! 🤞🏾or rather the appetizer for day one.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

“Hnghh!—oh my God..”

muffled whimpers seeped from between your lips as a hand lie dormant across it, attempting to cover up your cries. Faint tears streamed down your face as the bright illumination of a camera lens beamed down at your face. It was such a beautiful sight, one too sexy not to capture. Eyes narrowed in a fucked out haze, plump breasts jiggling about from the confines of the latex bustier that had now been torn from your skin and your entire body being jolted around and impaled on that thick cock, thrashing around inside of you..makeup and hair all disheveled. The cause?

“C’mon..smile for the camera, princess. Show me how much you love getting fucked like a little slut.”

the deep voice hissed at you through gritted teeth, in a hushed tone and behind the concealment of a mask. And not just any kind..the infamous Ghostface one worn in the hit movie franchise, Scream. Behind it however, was a very familiar face. One smiling from ear to ear as he bared his weight down and pinned you to the mattress left on set of the music video that had just wrapped up filming. A chiseled six pack, diamond crucifix and perfect physique hovering over you..such a befitting and rather fun end to a day of hard work. It wasn’t often that you got to join your rapper husband when he comes to record music videos but he personally asked that you not only come along but be his co star. Starring as the damsel getting caught by the so called reaper who should by all accounts, be frightened but instead…winds up getting intimate with the masked assailant! Covered in blood and tousling around. When you saw your man in that get up, chest and abs all out with his tattoos slicked in oil and black jeans on, you lost all composure and sense of professionalism. So just as the camera crew was gathering their equipment, he snatched you up, took you back to the bedroom used to shoot the infamous scene, closed the door and continued his work.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby..they might hear us. You’d probably like that, huh? Let everybody watch you get this pussy pounded..right here..is that what you want?”

the words sounding off in your ear, but your mind became so blank, you could barely even concentrate. So for good measure, he’d pat your cheek twice and resume clutching your throat. Whilst letting his thumb rest between your lips for comfort. He’d carefully hold that camera in place, being sure to capture every moment. Honestly, he was committing to the bit quite well. Taunting you, teasing at your clothes with the kitchen knife he was brandishing and eventually popping the strings of your thong and cutting off that corset..even laughing at you as he forced you into another orgasm. Slapping you around a little and all. Especially when he held his hand over your mouth, causing you to grasp at his arm for breath… “yeah, she likes that, huh? You’re squirting, baby..” “..yes! It feels so fucking good.” it was so insanely hot yet so scary! It was that rush, combined with the very likely possibility of someone hearing or catching you guys in the act that had you so fucking turned on! Jolting around whilst getting drilled into the mattress, (y/n) pawed at those abs but it was of no use. So you settled on folding those legs back and occasionally wrapping those arms around his back, digging your nails into it. “I’m bout to come, daddy! Fuck..” “..I know, I know…I can feel how tight that shit is. Get your nut, baby. It’s alright.” Peering down at you with that camera, ready to capture that pretty little O face. Heaving and crying, you’d release a loud shriek as his thumb circulated your clit. You didn’t last another five seconds after that and before he could even pull out, you were drenching him in another puddle of fluids. A mix of your whimpers and his chuckles filled the room as you convulsed.

“Too much, huh?”

teasing whilst tapping that cock against your folds, as a means to drum out more..without so much as a word uttered, you’d push him back and try to feign off the sensation. Needless to say, it was a dangerous game coming to work with your boo! Running a thumb underneath the cloth, he’d finally hoist that mask and underneath was that strikingly handsome face. Tugging him down with your palms pressed to his cheeks, you’d feed him the sweetest kisses you could muster. Because regardless, he always knew how to keep the thrill and excitement alive.

“What do you say we get a couple more angles, baby? I think we need to redo that last shot.” “I think we need to get out of these people’s studio before we get hit with an indecent exposure charge.”

causing an eruption of laughter between the two of you..that was until knocking and faint footsteps could be heard out of the door, prompting you both to turn your heads with the quickness. You’d agree and hop up, scrambling to gather your clothes.

“But that bring that mask with you. I think we need to get more footage.”

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #cherry’s sweetpeas 🌷🍒 #kinktober day 1 #eren x black fem!reader #kinktober #musician x influencer au #aot au #black reader smut #eren x reader smut #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager x black reader #black fem reader #aot x black reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren headcanons #aot imagines #musician au #eren yeager #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #cw smut #cw knife #cw blo0d

[mari-writes]

Koutarou attends The Nutcracker for his sister, Kai, who's dancing as the Snow Queen. 

This is her second year in the role, but he missed last time, so he’s so excited! He can’t wait to see his big sister dance! 

And then he sees him. 

In the role of the Snow King is a young prodigy named Akaashi Keiji. He’s a year younger than Koutarou, and his sister says Akaashi is “the best dance partner she’s ever had.”

Koutarou is immediately enamored. His eyes follow Akaashi wherever he goes on stage, despite Kai being the focal point of the routine. He’s lean, but obviously so strong, capable of lifting, throwing and catching his sister flawlessly. Effortlessly.

(Also, those tights look so good on him.)

Koutarou pretty much begs his sister to introduce them. “Please! I’ll do anything!” He cries as he unleashes the full force of his pout. “I don’t even care if he’s not available or interested in me! I just want to meet him!”

She finally relents after a week of his hassling. Koutarou attends the show again on closing night. He’s a bit nervous. The Nutcracker has been a huge hit, with critics and audiences alike praising the Snow Queen and King specifically. Akaashi’s name is on everyone’s lips; he's “the next big thing” in the Tokyo dance scene.

“Calm down, Kou,” Kai hisses as she leads him down the hall and towards the theater’s green room. “He’s just a person just like you. Trust me, it’ll be fine.”

Koutarou nods. Swallows. He holds his breath as they finally step into the room.

They find Akaashi casually leaning against the back wall, munching on an apple and swiping through his phone. Koutarou’s eyes roam his form. He’s wearing a cropped, midnight blue hoodie that cuts off at the hem of his black joggers, displaying his slim build. His feet are covered in a pair of beat-up sneakers.

“Keiji dear, do you have a moment?”

Akaashi looks up, and Koutarou sucks in a breath. The man has perhaps the prettiest eyes Koutarou has ever seen. A devastating mix of blue-green-grey, piercing, with heavy lids and long lashes.

Surprisingly, those eyes widen when as they land on Koutarou, and his mouth drops open. “Of course,” he nods, “um, hello.” His voice is like velvet, soft yet with a gravely texture that send a shiver through Koutarou. He also can’t help but notice that Akaashi is a few inches shorter, which forces the man to look up at him as they approach.

Oh my god, he's an actual angel.

Kai pulls her brother forward until the two men are a few paces apart. She squeezes his arm, a gesture she’s been using since they were kids to lend him comfort, encouragement. He leans appreciatively into the warm touch.

“It’s, um, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, Bokuto-san.”

Koutarou blinks, confused. Akaashi is addressing him as if he knows who he is. “Oh! Uh, it’s nice to meet you, too!” He grins sheepishly. “Did Kai tell you I was coming, or..?”

The man shakes his head. Now that they’re so close, Koutarou notices leftover sparkles and flecks of fake snow still clinging to Akaashi’s wavy black hair.

Enchanting. 

“Well, I did know you were her brother… but I didn’t know you would be here tonight.” His eyes narrow at Kai, who chuckles.

“Keiji here is a big fan of volleyball,” she smirks at her brother, who nearly chokes at the new information. "He watched every single one your matches at the last Olympics. Apparently.”

“Really?!” Koutarou can’t believe his ears. Akaashi Keiji, the beautiful man who he’s been obsessing over the last few weeks, is a fan of him, too? It’s a bonafide Christmas miracle!

“Yes,” Akaashi’s lips twitch upward. It’s not quite a smile, but close. “I’ve, ah, been hoping Kai would introduce us someday.”

Koutarou beams. He can’t even be angry at his sister for keeping the secret. He’s just too happy right now. "I'm so glad she did!"

They end up at the closing night after party, sitting side by side in a booth, surrounded by family and friends. Conversation flows easily. Akaashi is rather quiet, but he seems content to just listen to Koutarou talk. He occasionally barks out a dry, sarcastic comment that only enamors Koutarou further.

He also smells nice. Like sandalwood and rose. Koutarou has to restrain himself from taking a big, long whiff.

“Y-you know, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says, words slurring a bit from the whiskey shots he’d just downed. “I actually played a bit volleyball when I was younger.”

Koutarou gasps. “You did?!” 

Akaashi giggles, then hiccups, and it’s the cutest thing Koutarou has ever heard. “I did,” Akaashi nods, “but only into middle school. Dance sort of took over my life after that. I’ve continued to follow the sport, though.”

Koutarou is having trouble containing his excitement. He grips his beer with one hand and reaches to grip Akaashi’s forearm lightly with the other. “You have to play with me someday!”

Akaashi snorts (wait, no, that is the cutest thing Koutarou has ever heard) and shakes his head. “I couldn’t possibly keep up with a pro player like you…”

“And I can’t keep up with your dancing,” Koutarou winks. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do that with you sometime. If you want, that is...”

For a brief moment, Akaashi just stares, and Koutarou wonders if he’s being too forward. But then Akaashi’s lips settle into a sweet smile, and he glances down into his drink. His sharp cheekbones bloom with color. “Are you asking me on a date, Bokuto-san?”

Well then. Koutarou hadn’t expected things to progress this quickly, but sometimes, fate has other plans. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “maybe..?”

Akaashi looks up, and Koutarou is suddenly drowning. He swears his sees an entire future in those stormy eyes, just waiting to pull him under. 

(And Koutarou would go, gladly.)

“I would love to,” Akaashi says, leaning forward to clank their glasses together. “Merry Christmas, Bokuto-san.”

//

A short advert ft. The Nutcracker's snow scene 💙❄️

Thank you for reading this sappy little thing I wrote after working a week straight of Nutcracker performances (eight shows in one week; it was insane). If you enjoyed this, PLEASE reblog! It really helps me out, way more than just a like (though I appreciate those, too). You can also share my post on Twitter! Thanks everyone for your support this year. It’s been rough, for many reasons. I hope you all have a happy holiday season. Here’s to 2024! 🥰

#bokuaka #akaboku #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!! #fanfic #my writing #ficlet #drabble #HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE #the nutcracker #ballet

[giorno-plays-piano]

House of Chains

Part IV

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x mage!reader

Warnings: noncon, smut, yandere, obsession, canon-typical violence, chase scenes, death of minor characters.

Words: 1.5k

Summary: In return for help to come back to your home world, you have been faithfully supporting the Greens to put Aegon on the throne. But when your promise is fulfilled, neither Otto nor Aemond are keen on letting you go.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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You lie on your bed in silence, disheveled Aemond right next to you, shoulders touching, as you both stare at the high ceiling, unable to sleep. It hurts there, between your thighs, although not as bad as you expected. He had prepared you in the end.

It wasn't that painful. Physically, that is. Aemond really isn't a hero-lover, but he was surprisingly attentive, at least not seeking to injure you as a sort of revenge. He kissed you and whispered words of comfort, his large, calloused hand brushing your hair away from your forehead, and it made you feel like a little girl when he craddled your head. Then you cried, and he stopped right away, and you asked him not to. You asked him to do that again through tears, and in that moment, you finally saw his handsome face twisted in regret.

It hurt you the most.

You make yourself unclech your jaw and take a deep breath as you blink, returning to reality. Luckily, your power continues to recover, and it's almost enough to cast a sleeping spell. But what then? How do you evade all those guards behind your doors? Otto must have tripled them in hopes of detaining you, and you can't use invisibility incantation and keep it until you leave the castle. It would take you a day to recover enough magic, and by then, God knows what the Greens would do to you. Besides, just because you become invisible, it doesn't mean you will just slip through the gate like a ghost with no one noticing.

Slip through the gates. Or, perhaps, through the castle walls. There is a spell for that, too, and you don't need much magic if you can concentrate properly. Why take the corridor if you can make yourself slip directly through the stone floors and keep going until you are in the dungeons? The third level has enough empty cells for you to hide and wait out until your magic is replenished, and neither Otto nor Aemond will ever think of the dungeons as your hiding place.

Fantastic. You couldn't have thought of a more perfect plan, you think as you grin to yourself. Now, the only difficulty would be to concentrate on the incantation and not make yourself stuck in the stone floor, which would instantly kill you...

"What was your happiest day in this world?" Aemond asks quietly, his head turned to you, and you flinch.

You have almost forgotten that he is still awake. Aemond has been having insomnia even before you came to this place, but you doubt he'd fall asleep under these circumstances, anyway.

Furrowing your brows, you try to focus on his question.

"The night when Tyrells came," you mutter, gazing at the milky canopy above your head. "We held a welcoming ceremony for them."

Aemond shifts slightly, his face unreadable in the dark. "Yes?"

"It was my first time seeing your people dancing, and I thought it was lovely. The way you dressed the room in green and gold... and lit candles everywhere. The musicians with their flutes and tamburines, people laughing... I loved every second of it," you speak softly even when it feels like you're suffocating yourself with words. "I remember wanting to dance so badly, but no one would ask me out. Haha, of course, why would they when your grandfather looked like he'd kill anyone who says a word to me?"

You force yourself to swallow a lump in your throat, your eyes growing suspiciously wet as you keep staring up, afraid to turn your head towards the man you have to share your bed with tonight.

"And then... and then you saw me distressed and took me to dance."

Unfortunately, regardless of your resolve, you can't stop yourself from crying. You don't even know why you are telling him this. What will he understand? He is a Targaryen prince itching to sit on the Iron Throne. Your words won't change anything.

As you curl into a tight ball, hiding your face in your knees, Aemond is right beside you, his arm sneaking in to hug you by the waist from behind, pressing himself to your back. If you weren't trembling from wailing, you'd feel him shaking a little, too.

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By the time you cast a spell on him, you have already worked out a plan. Picking up your clothes from the floor, you wince in pain, your womanhood aching, and force yourself to keep moving. You can't risk anyone walking in your chamber when you can't defend yourself. Besides, the earlier you move down the dungeons, the more the chance everyone will be asleep: you don't want to think what's going to happen is some maid sees you emerging through the ceiling.

You look back at peacefully sleeping Aemond on your bed. You hold a knife in your hand, and for a second, you think of slashing his throat in revenge for what he's done to you. This is how those who offend a mage pay in your world, and you know no one from the Tower would question your choice.

But Aemond stirrs slightly, his long, milky white hair shifting to the side, revealing his serene face, and in this very moment, he looks like a boy again, harmless and pure. He curls into himself just like you did not so long ago, and you feel it with all your being: killing him won't diminish your pain. If anything, it will only make it worse because there is still a small part of you hoping Aemond is not a power-crazed monster who's following in Otto's footsteps. Maybe he'll understand. Maybe one day he'll make a different choice.

You grab your carefully assembled sac and begin chanting.

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You are able to escape only three days after. It takes you a long, long time to recover your magic to the maximum in the dungeons smelling of blood and rot below Red Keep. Ironically, it is the only place in the whole castle where you were able to fall asleep. Choosing the farthest cell that has been empy for a while, you dream in the dark, seeing faces of those you murdered for the Greens' sake.

But hiding in the dungeons is worth it: you are able to maintain the invisibility spell nearly until reaching Flea Bottom, itching to leave the city before Otto catches you. The number of guards you see on the street has grown three times under the pretense of searching for supporters of Rhaenyra - which might as well be true - but you know he searches for you with even more vigor.

You prefer not to think of Aemond. Hopefully, he didn't take Vhagar and fly right to Dragonstone as some sort of suicide mission just to find you.

Not that what you are doing can be called something else.

When you arrive to the island, masked as one of Kingsguard who swore loaylty to Rhaenyra and left King's Landing in secret, you are more than half-drained: changing your appearance isn't easy, especially so drastically. Neither do you enjoy wearing armor and a heavy sword while pretending to laugh at dumb soldiers' jokes and then keep a gloomy facade because of the war looming dangerously close. You are concerned, yes, but for a different reason.

By the time you are marching to the castle, you have enough magic to keep an invisibility spell for half an hour at best and a little more for a small shield against dragon's breath if something goes wrong. But that's all you have left, and if something truly goes wrong, you will most likely be eaten by an angry dragon.

Should have brought some poison, you think with bitterness as you blend in with other white cloaks before you chant an invisibility spell, trying to navigate an unknown castle that you immediately hate as much as the Red Keep with its stony walls and cold winds blowing throw every crack and crevice. Were it up to you, you would burn this place.

Perhaps Aemond will. The thought immediately sours your already foul mood.

Here they are, the fancy chambers of Targaryens on the top floor. Rhaenyra's and Daemon's ones are empty, likely because they are holding a council with everyone they were able to summon at such short notice, but it's not them you are seeking. Not right now, at least.

Lucerys is the first one you catch, returning to his chambers. It isn't hard to get inside his room right after him, and there are no guards who follow. How absurd, you snort, cocking an eyebrow at the boy. Do they truly think Dragonstone is so impenetrable anyone is safe here? Have the assassins go extinct, perhaps? Or do they believe in their dragons that much? Otto has Ser Christon follow Aemond like a loyal dog, and many kingsguards trail Aegon to keep him on a tight leash. Unlike them, Helaena doesn't have a dozen of escort knights, but maids are always with her, and you know how many of them are not what they seem.

How utterly, utterly foolish, you conclude as you unsheathe your dagger, closing the distance between the bastard prince and you. Indeed, Rhaenyra's greatest flaw is her entitlement to everything, including the safety of her kin.

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Part V

Tags: @heavenly1927 @yazzzmints @devils-blackrose @lost-and-founds @kennafild

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[sinnerlillith]

Ya know the scene where the Fruity Four see's Eddie's mattress and it has a bunch of stains on it(I guess its support to piss but hear me out), Could you do something where Eddie says "I don't know what those stains are" well I was thinking something like, Fem Dom Reader is smirking, and Eddie is all flustered and has a flashback where Reader made him finish multiple times and he's mess and Readers teasing him and praising him?

Oh. My. God. Yes. Long live sub Eddie, the man who will beg you to let him cum, and then be the worst liar about it.

I know what those stains are.

Includes: over stimulation, eddie cries, praise kink, begging, leg humping, unprotected sex, nipple stimulation, choking, orgasm denial, cream pie, minimal use of “y/n”

Wc: [4.5k]

Looking up through the gate in Eddie’s trailer, all 5 of you watch Dustin lay out Eddie’s all too familiar mattress. You’re standing next to Eddie, eyes squinting up to observe all the stains while he bashfully looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. 

He knows that everyone has now seen the messy, imperfect puddle shaped stains. He thinks he needs to give an explanation, but before he can think of a good excuse, his mouth runs anyway.

"Those stains are, uhh...."

Your head turns to him, thinking is he seriously about to..? He avoids your stare, even though he can feel it burn through his thick head of curls. His eyes move everywhere except to you as memories of how the stains arrived flash through his thoughts...

“Wanna cum again for me, Eddie?” you softly ask him, lips right next to the shell of his flushed red ear. He just had his first orgasm of the night from only fucking your fist in a sitting up position. Your naked body was pressed behind his own with you both sitting up straight on your knees. Your position made him thrust into your hand as if he was thrusting into you from behind, sitting up vertical, holding onto your hips- except, he didn’t get to actually fuck you like he wanted. He was only allowed to touch himself or fuck your own hand. So he started with fucking his fist, to switching to your own, and cumming all over the sheets below him.

He’s catching his breath from his high as he tiredly nods his head, feeling slow from his orgasm. Your clean hand comes up to tweak his sensitive nipples, causing him to shudder from the stimulation. 

“Use your words, Ed.”

He pants, “Yes, wanna cum again...”

“There’s a good boy.” you praise.

You place a kiss his on shoulder and guide his body to lay flat on his stomach against the sheets, letting his cheek press flat on the pillow. Your palms press onto his firm back as you lean forward, keeping your body weight on mostly your hands, but mainly on your knees in between his legs so you’re not putting too much pressure on him. You lean into his ear again and speak with a low tone.

“If you want to cum again,” you give his warm earlobe a nibble, “show me how desperate you are for it.”

His eyes widen, he tries to turn his head further back to look at your smiling face. You take your palms off his back and settle them at the sides of his torso.

You look at his blown out needy brown eyes before he lazily settles his face back onto the pillow with a curse under his breath. You kiss his check with a smile. 

“Go ahead pretty, fuck yourself against the mess you just made.”

Eddie mentally curses at the erotic command you just gave him. He groans under you, but doesn't hesitate to adjust his body to grind against the mattress. He rolls his hips into the sheets, feeling your body heat above him as you lay your naked torso on him, pressing your breasts on his back.

You peck his shoulder again, leaving more kisses on his salty tasting skin. Every time his hips wind back to thrust into the sheets, his bare ass meets your lower body, weakly slapping against it.

Your kisses on him get harsher, leaving marks on his skin. Your dark hickeys and pinkish-red bite marks begin to mark up both his shoulders. He pathetically whimpers into the pillow, getting off to the pain and pleasure from your mouth above him and the soft, yet slick, mattress below him.

His hips begin to roll his sensitive dick into the stained sheets faster. He becomes a sighing, needy, whiny mess underneath you.

“oh fuck,” he gasps, “ah sh-shit..”

“Oh yeah? Does it feel good, Ed?”

He can barely respond. He’s getting even more sensitive and feeling overstimulated again. 

His voice comes out pitchy. “y-yes... feels so good,”

“Don’t forget to ask permission to cum, ok?”

He nods weakly. You place kisses on his face and they trail down to his shoulders again. He’s panting, open mouthed and fervid while his eyes have the hardest time staying open. He ruts into the sheets as fast as he can, like an animal in heat. He lets whines of your name slip out his mouth, but they soon begin to sound like he’s trying to ask for something.

“Need something?” you taunt.

His voice is quiet, but his tone is needy.“Wanna use your leg... please..”

Fuck. He’s cute. 

He’s just the cutest when he says ‘please’ like that. Like he’s desperate. Like he’s going to go insane if he can’t get what he’s begging for. 

You lift off him and place yourself to the side of his hip. You let your leg out once he weakly rises off the sheets. He adjusts your leg, bending your knee so there is a small space in-between the mattress and your leg, inches above the sheets. He creates a makeshift cunt for him to rut into.  

One hand holds your leg to stabilize himself, while the other is gripping the sheets as he leans forward. He sloppily thrusts into the warm tent of his creation. He feels good, but definitely not as good as being inside of you, or at least feeling your mouth or hands. He continues to fuck the sheets anyway, desperate to cum again. 

The display is unbelievably lewd. Seriously, you really truly cant believe it. You can’t believe that Eddie could look this pitiful for you. Humping the sheets under the warm skin of your leg, just to prove to you that he’s that desperate to cum again. That desperate to be a good boy, just for you. 

His dark wavy hair and red pick necklace sways forward and back with every movement. His pretty face is shifting into a pleasured one, with a hint of needy arousal. The warmth and smoothness of the underside of your leg gets slicked up with his precum, lubing you up even more for him. Each snap of his hips brings him closer and closer to a much needed climax.

All Eddie can think about is how embarrassingly good he feels using your leg to grind on in order to get him off. He thinks he shouldn't find this as hot as he does, but it turns him on so much. The way his wet, pinkish red tip hides when its pulled back under your leg, and reappears on the other side when he fully thrusts back forward. The way the sheets start to warm up from the friction. The way he can feel your stare on him as you watch his erotic performance. It causes his eyes to squint in arousal as he mewls through gritted teeth. His large ringed and veiny hands tighten on the sheets under the both of you. 

The noises that escape him are muffled through his closed teeth. “hnnn, fuck-”

You stare at his face, barely sweaty cheeks slightly tinted pink. “Bein’ such a good boy, Eddie.” you coax. Your hand comes out to stroke his face, which he involuntarily leans into with the cutest whimper.

“‘m so close...” his words slur together. “s’close y/n, fuck-” his hips stutter and his leg muscles clench. “please-”

“Please what, pretty boy?”

“please- please le’mme cum,” his voice waivers, “a-ah shit, please-!” His head tosses back as he cries to the celling. 

Your fingers are in his course hair, stroking his scalp sweetly. Your voice comes out to him, soft to his red ears. “Aw, go ahead baby. Such a good boy.”

His shoulders and jaw visibly relax, no longer having to hold back anymore. He's still looking up at the ceiling as he pants out short breaths. The air from his mouth lifts the hairs infront of his face, making them sway forward and back. His eyes are closed as throaty groans come from his chest. He spills his cum onto the sheets once again, and you can feel his shaft pulse up and down under your leg with each spurt.

Eddie keeps thrusting frantically, like he’s no longer in control of his body anymore, just purely driven by arousal. He doesn’t halt whatsoever until his sensitive leaking tip empties out whatever is left. His head drops down, catching his breath while you coo sweet praises to him. At this point, Eddie is looking nearly fucked out, and the actual fucking hasn’t started.

You tuck a frizzy loose curl away from his orgasm dizzy face, to the side of his head, gingerly. His head slowly turns, making your eyes meet. His face is dewy, skin slightly tinted pink and droopy from post orgasm high. You smile and lean in to kiss his plump pink lips. You slide your leg away from him, then soon halt your kiss to help guide his trembling body to lay on the mattress, letting the back of his head rest on the pillows.

You sit still at one side of his hips, letting your fingers brush his face delicately. 

“You ok, Ed?”

He slowly blinks, nods, and smiles weakly at you.

“Good,” you say, but suddenly your tone changes, “because I know you can give me another one, right pretty boy?”

You start to swing a let over him to straddle his lower body, and he lets a curse slip past his wet lips. 

“Sweetheart, ‘m so sensitive right now..” he whines, “don’t know how long I’ll last..”

You lean down to plant reassuring kisses all along his neck. His inked body leans into your affection. His large ringed hands brush down your curves.

“That’s ok, Ed-” you plant a wet kiss, “-don’t you get it?” you suck on his skin, “It’s even hotter when you can’t last.” you punctuate with a bite, and he grits his teeth with a small groan. His hands hold onto you tightly.

“You’re pretty when you whine, Eddie,” 

You plant a kiss.

“and when you cry from pleasure,”

Another kiss.

“ n’ beg for me,”

A bite.

“ n’ squirm.”

You bite harder, right on his pulse. This makes him flinch and tighten his grip on you. His slender and sensitive body tenses under you, making his legs and toes curl, sending blood rushing all through his veins.

“fuck-” he half gasps, half groans. His head whips further back into the pillow, exposing his neck, “-me..”

His eyes clench shut, tightly. You lick a stripe up his salty thin skin of his neck, and end with a kiss to his jaw.

“Oh? I thought you weren’t ready for that, hun.”

He faintly shakes his head once before he starts rambling. “no, no, didn’t mean it...” You raise your head to look at his pleading face. “I didn’t- fuck baby, don’t worry about it. Fuck me,”

“How bad, Eddie?" you taunt, "How bad do you really need it?” your smile is sadistic.

“so bad... please, please babe-” he grips his shaft and nudges his firm, leaky tip, at your folds, dragging it up and down your wetness. “see? 'm already leakin’ again for you, 's all for you...”

He’s right, and you’re soaking too. You try to hold back showing any sign of pleasure from his tip rubbing up on your begging hole.

“c’mon..! please-- jus’ fuck me however y-you’d like.” he whines, sounding desperately pitiful, “anyway way you want- it’s yours, doll face.” 

His words are dirty, making you just want to tease him more. You lift your torso up under your arms, still letting your sex stay close to his begging tip. “All mine, Ed?” you coo.

He nods.

You roll your hips, letting his sensitive tip glide under your slicked slit. “hmm, I dunno Ed. Doesn’t sound too convincing...” you taunt once more.

“fuck! jus’ take it-”

Suddenly, his voice cracks completely at your heat tightly surrounding his shaft, slowly sinking down on his overly sensitive dick, not fully sitting on him yet. 

He huffs in pleasure, voice cracking again, “Oh yeah, hell yes-! f-fuck..” His heated and decorated hands rush to grip onto the fat of your hips, like his life depends on it.

His hips impatiently buck up, closing the distance between you both, forcing you fully onto his shaft. You gasp at the sudden full, yet tight feeling of his warm dick finally being inside you.

You look down at him, ready to scold him for being impatient.

“Easy there, big guy.” you warn. “Be patient or I’ll stop. Understand?”

“m’sorry,” he pants, “feels good...”

You lift up until just his tip is inside, and sink back down again. You're mindful to keep a slow pace since he's still overstimulated. Your walls can feel the slight veins of his shaft as you slide up and down, and the curls of his dark pubic hairs at his base when your hips roll forward. He feels so good inside of you, and looks so pretty underneath you. 

Eddies hair is messy and scattered all over his shoulders and pillow. His bangs have fallen to the side of his forehead, exposing the small glimmer of sweat under his curls. His large brown eyes are now half lidded, slanted downward in pleasure. 

You keep a slow and steady pattern of rolling and rising, but Eddie has other plans.

His hands guide your hips to roll the slightest bit faster, and you can feel that vice grip on your flesh under his warm palms. Picking up your pace sparks more pleasure, making you quietly moan. Your hands grip his chest as a reaction to the new feeling.

You move your eyes to Eddie’s exposed neck, faint hickeys still on it. His adams apple bobs when he gulps every time you purposefully clench your walls, teasing his sensitive nerves in his over stimulated cock. 

His body is very responsive in this state. Eddie whines and curses, but never lets his grip on your hips loosen. His eyes even lose focus and roll back occasionally. And, every time you try to speed up, he pleads for you to slow down, complaining about how it’s too much, and how he at leasts wants to last longer than this. The pressure of his hands grip on you force your hips to slow down, and return to your steady pace.

His voice trembles, and you can tell he’s most likely going to cry from the slight pain that typically follows overstimulation. Your name falls from his lips, followed by “shit, shit, shit-! So much... feels t-too much..”

Your once opened lips that were letting out moans are now curled into a smile, staring down at Eddie, complety turned on by his mix of pain and arousal.

"Aww baby," you coo, "want me to make it better?"

He nods rapidly.

"Words, Eddie."

"yes," he pants, out of breath, "make it better... please.."

Your hand moves up above his inked chest. You curl your fingers over his firm, bite covered neck, choking him as you bounce on his cock with a needy, unforgiving speed. His noises are now loud, but his words are incoherent. His head whips around, making his bangs shake.

The words you can slightly hear are nearly pornographic. Things like: 'god damn it', 'feels too good', 'fuck me', but your favorite thing he somehow snuck out of his mouth was 'you're so mean... it's hot.'

Eddie attempts to stare intently at the place where your bodies are connected, watching you rise up and sink down on him hastily. Eddie licks his lips lustfully at the sight, panting out hot breaths. His large brown teary eyes trail up your body to look up at you. 

Fucking hell, he’s in absolute heaven. Staring up at your pleasured face, so turned on by riding him roughly with your hand around his throat; it makes him weakly whimper. You can feel the vibrations of his noises under the skin of his throat your hand is squeezing.

You see his hot tears eventually slip past his lazy eye lids, not going too far away from their source. It makes you want to bend down and lick them up, but you decide to do something different.

Your opposite hand that's unoccupied travels to his pink nipple. You tweak it between your finger tips, not being gentle about it at all. Eddie shakes and shudders violently from the stimulation to his sensitive bud. He mentally swears.

One of his strong hands release your hip and replace his grip with your forearm that's toying with his nipple.

"no, no-" he pleads, but his voice is a little weak from being choked by your hand, "if you do that again, I swear 'm gonna fuckin' cum"

He wants to cum, but he wants to do it while you’re laying down, so he can see the puddle of both of your combined fluid on his sheets. Of course, he plans on getting off to it later. The evidence of the memories of tonight alone would be enough to get his pink tip sticky.

You raise your palm off his neck to let him speak clearly, and you slow down your hips. You catch your breath before responding to his warning.

"And what did I say about you cumming?"

"sorry, I wanna cum, I just-" he prepares to tell you about his perverted thoughts, "I just... would rather be in a different position.."

"And why is that?" You question impatiently.

He gulps shyly. "I.. I want to see the stains of the mess we make."

Your stomach flutters. You get excited at the idea of creaming onto his sheets, letting his semen leak out of you, making a messy puddle of lust-

You nod lazily at his request, agreeing to let your position change.

Eddie smiles, his dimples show and the patch of fat under his teary pretty eyes gets defined. “Here... lay back.” His hands guide you to lay backwards as he sits up. Your legs are still spread on him as you’re declined on your back.

He shifts his feet back behind him and crosses your left thigh over his hip, while raising your right one onto his broad shoulder. His hands move gently to shape your body into a new position.

You can’t help but notice how large Eddie's hands are, and how warm his palm is as it lays flat on your skin. His ringed fingers flex and curl over your thigh in his grip while he tries to angle his shaft to your slit.

But you also noticed something else that makes your pussy clech around nothing: his happy trail of dark curls, thinning out below his belly button, is slightly glistening with your slick. It's like you were so unbelievably wet on top of him earlier, that it smeared and dripped all over his lower body. It makes your cheeks get the tiniest bit warm with embarrassment.

Who knew that overstimulating Eddie would get you so incredibly soaking wet?

Your thoughts are pleasantly interrupted by Eddie thrusting into you, keeping an iron grip on your legs to keep you still.

He rolls his hips in and out expertly, letting his tip come all the way to the entrance of your walls, and pushing it back in to the deepest parts of you.

Your pussy makes wet, squelching sounds as it welcomes him into you. The sounds are so loud due to all the slick, that it makes Eddie ears turn adorably red again. He feels dirty listening to the sounds of your pussy rather than your breathy moans.

He also can't stop staring at your pussy too, watching himself slide in and out, watching that ring if wetness coat his shaft-

"Jesus Christ y/n, you're so noisy down there..."

He's mesmerized. But you're embarrassed.

"Stop it," you moan.

He smiles at your sudden bashful manner, but it doesn't last long. You're soon back to your dominant nature.

Your left hand slides down your thigh to grab his larger hand that rests on it, and you guide it to your clit. Eddie catches on to your intentions and rubs the thick pad of his thumb over your clit. He circles it with a moderate speed, not too fast or too slow.

The sensation makes your body curve and your stomach tighten. Your moans get a little louder. Your hand clenches at his bat tatted forearm, and your eyes squeeze shut, and reopen unfocused, staring at the ceiling around his curly head.

He can't help but stare at you, almost pervertedly. Rarely blinking, just wanting to take your body in. He wants to brand his memories with every reaction your body makes to his touch.

He turns his head to kiss your leg that's swung on his shoulder. His hot mouth and plush pink lips leave a sweet pleasurable feeling with every gentle peck. You can feel his hot breath from his nostrils fan over where his lips touch your skin.

"Fuck, you're s' hot" he mutters against your skin, slurring his words. You clench around him at his confession. Hearing Eddie speak his mind during sex turns you on so much, it really does wonders.

Eddie starts to move his hips faster. He snaps into you, fucking you harder and circling your clit faster, trying to get you close so he can cum too. So he can feel your walls clench and flutter around him again. He wants to hear your voice when you spasm and cum on him.

He pants out as he tries to speak down to your pleasured face. “a-am I doing good?”

All you can do is nod and squeeze his arm in one and, and leg in the other.

"y-yes Eddie, so good, doin' so good for me... hnnn shit-!" You breathe heavier and shut your eyes. "Jus' like that, Eddie- fuck..."

His face warms up at the way you say his name. He bites his lower lip and sticks his reddish pink tongue out to lick over them.

“Please.. tell me ‘m your good boy,” he whines. Even when he's above you, he still finds a way to sound submissive.

"mmm, you're my good boy, Ed, such a- ha, shit... good boy-" you can't really believe it, but you feel yourself getting closer to your climax, just from his cute sounds.

Your praise is getting him close, he knows he's going to cum soon. His hand that's holding up your leg over his firm shoulder is squeezing it tight while he grits his teeth.

A few more thrusts in, and he starts begging again.

"Can I cum now? Fuck--please?"

"...no" you tease him.

Eddie throws his head back in a mix of defeat and stress. His hair follows the motions of his head, making his long wavy curls sway backward.

"God damn it, y/n! I can't, I can't... Fuck-- p-please?" He drawls out that last 'please', letting it last longer than it should. He sounds like he's about to break down.

"no, keep beggin' for me though... it's getting me close," you whine. You want to cum at the same time he does. "And, Eddie-"

He looks down and keeps thrusting while your hands come up to cup his wet face. His eyes are half open, teeth gritted into a pathetic frown.

"-I wanna see tears, pretty boy." Your voice is suggestive as you make eye contact with him.

His teeth stop touching and his jaw goes slack. He gasps and huffs, letting salty wetness fall from his brown eyes, no longer holding them back.

His tears are so thick, his face is covered in them, glistening in the dim light of his room. He's completely crying, sobbing noises and all. Some of it is from the pain and pleasure of being violently overstimulated. Some of it is also from his frustration with all this orgasm denial.

“need to cum, p-please... let me cum, oh fuck fuck fuck-!”

You moan loudly, "Almost Eddie, almost...!"

He's squeezing the life out of your leg and rubbing the fastest, tightest, circles on your clit that he can. His tears blur his vision slightly, and he can taste them in his open mouth, which still rambles on.

"Oh God, holy shit- shit! Shit!" He sobs pathetically. He sniffles and slurs his words, face contorting, mouth pleading and begging.

Your stomach is seething with heat, feeling your body twitch and tingle with an orgasm bubbling up-- all from his skilled thrusts and erotic noises.

"Do it, Eddie-" and before the last syllable of his name can leave your mouth, his teary eyes are rolling back and he's spilling his first drops into you.

You're already ahead of him, creaming all this half white, half clear fluid onto the sheets. You can literally feel it trickle past your folds, onto the cheeks of your ass, and drip to the messy sheets.

His head flips back once again, making noises at the celling. When he finally cums, he’s very vocal about it. He whimpers and whines, letting deep and throaty groans come out from his chest, feeling your warm, and now super wet, walls clench tightly around him.

Each spurt that you feel spill into you is matched with a noise leaving his throat. His chest rises heavily as he tries to catch his breath and finish cumming at the same time.

You both could hear the whole time how the wet noises between your legs increased in the past several moments. Eddie would be lying if he said it didn't make him want to tuck his head between your thighs and lick it up.

Your eyes are tired, barely able to stay open as you slowly blink around. His head is tilted back down to look at where you're both still connected. His vision is still a little wet from tears. He slides out gently, earning a noise and face scrunch from you.

Eddie wipes away the wetness from his eyes, followed by a sniffle. He looks at how you leak with a mix of your own fluids and his, slowing edging out, like it's shy. His eyes barely widen and he whispers a curse below his breath.

Eddie gently sets your leg that was on his shoulder down to the mattress, but it's violently quakes in his hand.

He spreads your thighs open to get a better look at the mess you both made, and you don't protest. Too tired to care.

“heh, almost looks like you squirted,” he sniffles as he teases you, “there’s so much.”

“shut up.” you tiredly, yet playfully snap at him.

Your flashback ends, as well as Eddies, who still isn’t making eye contact with you. He awkwardly shuffles on his heels.

"I don't know what those stains are." He calmly states. Though, you don't really think everyone is buying that. He doesn't sound too confident, anyway.

You snicker at him, finding his shameful manner amusing. "But I do." you whisper incredibly quietly. Or at least, you thought you were quiet. Because Robin, who's right next to you, scoffs disgustedly. She subtly rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

man i love eddies happy trail >////< the way people draw it in fan art is so chjnalnfeukufne

also i wasn't expecting this fic to come out this dirty🧍🏽‍♀️oh well

as usual, please reblog with ur thoughts attached :))) i write a lot of sub/switch eddie, so follow for more if ur into that >:)

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