#also that cheek kiss is the hardest for me to figure out and draw for whatever reason

[omaano]

For your ployam drawings, could I suggest 2-D for Paz/Din/Luke?? Luke loves his boyfriends and is glad they're getting along (finally.)

It's a face ship of mine and one that I love writing for! 💌

I didn’t feel like figuring out how far I should have tilted their heads to make them touch in armor so I thought I’d bring back my worst nightmare and draw some Mando helmets for you! (It was actually because I didn’t want to pick a face for Paz 🫣) Thanks for asking! ❤️

Help me get back into sketching through some of these polyam/platonic pose prompts :3 (I'm still slowly doing these, they help powering through this little artistic crisis I'm suffering rn)

[heavenlytouches]

hey! I really love your work. I thought that maybe you could do Charles headcanons (SFW and NSFW), like you did with Logan.

Much love :]

Hello sweetie! Aww thank you so much for a great request and kind words (and feeding my James McAvoy obsession). I love and adore every single one of you ^^ El <3

Charles Xavier- SFW! alphabet

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Charles Xavier alphabet headcanons

YOUNG! Professor X

(Charles Xavier- NSFW alphabet)

Charles Xavier

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

Tell me if I'm wrong but Charles seems like a really affectionate person

He's a definition of -physical touch-

Charles would hug you/hold you whenever he can- holding your hand or just keeping his hand on your thigh

Before his missions or before entering Cerebro he would make sure to GET his comfort hug

"Didn't you forget something, my love?"

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

You and Charles know each other from the earliest days so ofc you are besties

He is a great person to be around with, he's fun, chill and loves hang outs

Charles protects you like a big brother (from boys, animals, mutants even yourself)

Just then when you notice how protective he is, you start to question your "friendship" status ;) "C'mere hon, who knows what they want." (YOU KNOW MR TELEPATH)

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

He adores them!!

Cuddles relax him, he's young but he's got soo much on his mind already

Charles would love to lie down on your chest, closing his angelic eyes and relaxing

When he would feel stressed or scared he would just come to you and press you to his heaving chest

"You are my escape, my miracle."

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Charles would be CRAVING such life

I feel like he's really chill person on the inside, just wishing the best for you and others

Settling down in a quiet place far away from society sounds appealing to him, bonus points if you're coming with him

"Love, I was thinking.. there's one nice place in Scotland-"

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would not do it, not sorry

I feel like Charles would be more emotional in general out of all X-men dudes

Charles would come to you and try to calm himself down, failimg miserably, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks

Whatever the reason is, he would try his hardest to fix it

"I-please... I can't.. we'll figure it out together, right??"

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Charles loves this idea but it would be hard to focus on commitment in a world full of chaos

I think he would want to get married but ofc when everything feels right and you don't have to be afraid no more

Sneaky dude would use his powers to see and buy the exact ring you want

"I know I can -see- your anwer but please.. say it out loud, love."

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Say whaever you want but he's an angel, I don't want to hear anything else

He would be so gentle to you, apologising after anything, running to you

Charles would always be your person, he would understand you or at least would try, he would never give up on you

He would be also gentle when it comes to physical affection, peppering you with kisses and gentle caressing

"You know I'm always here for you, right?"

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

His hugs are warm and calming, he would wrap you in his arms, playing with your hair

Man loves hugs, what can I say

Charles would just open his arms waiting for your warm embrace, absent-mindedly drawing small shapes on your back

I feel like he would also sniff your cologne/hair because it calms him down (not in a creepy way TwT)

"You smell so good dear, oh my~"

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Charles would wait for a few dates until saying the L-word

When the two of you would be sitting under the starry sky on a warm summer night- you could notice him from the corner of your eye, looking beautiful as ever with his fingers pressed to his temple

Once he would know your toughts and honest feelings he would compose himself and just confess

When you'd return his feelings, the feeling mutual- Charles would jump to press you in his warm embrace, his ocean eyes glowing happily

"God, how much I love you."

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

Charles would be jealous but a -normal- amount

If he saw you talking to Logan or Magneto- he's fine, he knows they just like your company and they don't want anything else from you

Of course if there was somebody flirting with you he would appear out of nowhere, pulling you to him and kissing you so that the person gets the hint

His power move would be controlling their mind from afar, making them do something stupid and embarassing to make you laugh

"You...you will pour that beer all over yourself..do it."

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Charles would love your kisses, giving in anywhere and eveywhere no matter who's around

His kisses would be gentle and soft, moving with rythm

He would love kissing your lips and gently caressing your cheeks or pulling you closer by your waist

I feel like he's okay with any type of a kiss, he is your man and you can kiss him wherever you want- lips, forehead, neck, abdomen- you name it

"A-aww love.. That tickles-"

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

Something tells me that he wouldn't be a fan of this idea

Poor man is obsessed with protecting others and it already gives him many problems so he would instantly think he would be a terrible dad

Charles would be scared, the world is a strange and awful place to bring kids into

If you explained it to him, if you want kids and you explained him how much you really want them maybe, just maybe he will give in

"I'm sorry I... I don't want them to get hurt here.."

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

It IS mentioned he doesn't need sleep so-

He would be already -awake-, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes, his freckles glowing in faint morning light

Charles would wrap you in his arms the second you wake up, nuzzling his nose in your hair, enjoying the comfort of his fav person

"Good mornin' dearest. Slept well?"

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

Charles would like to talk to you until you fall asleep

He would be happy it's finally only you two, enjoying in long-craved privacy

Settled in his arms, his thumb caressing your shoulder- you would get the best good nights' sleep

I feel like he would tell you various stories and adventures just to help you sleep

"Shhh hon, just focus on sleeping, okay?"

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

His mind is an open book (no pun intended) and he can read your mind at all times- he would share everything with you because he feels like that's the only fair way

Charles is one of those people who would notify you about everything, even him going to the bathroom

On a deeper level, he would love your connection and he would love to be able to share everything with you

You would be the anchor in stormy seas of his mind

"You are a great listener love, thank you."

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

Charles is the most patient person you know

If you think he was patient around Eric, surprise, he's 10x better with you

He would explain everything to you, show you, even draw you pictures if needed

He usually just goes in your head and tells you very important things so nobody could inerrupt you two and his explaining ("explaining")

"This one is really important...ready? I absolutely adore you."

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Charles is master at remebering things about you

You are his main priority (and saving the world, your hero) and ofc he knows EVERYTHING about you

I think he even knows you better than you know yourself

Anyways, if he forgets something important by chance- he can always go in your head, take a deep dive and magically "remember" it a second after

"Yes darling, of course I remember your dog's birthday. How could I forget?"

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

This one is adorable, it's deffo how he confessed to you

It was a warm night, stars were dancing in his eyes and you could feel a strange tension between you two, he seemed nervous

Charles sat next to you on a soft grassy path, looking at you with such loving gaze, his temple propped up on his hand

You felt a rush of electricity in your body and moments after, Charles moved closed, his rosy lips inches away from you

"I know how you feel,,, but please tell me. I want to hear you."

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

He is naturally really protective person

Charles would keep you safe like he's holding a drop of water on his palm

He may come off as emotional and soft but when your safety is in question he's ready to destroy everything and everyone who hurts you

Just a slight touch to his temple, his eyes glowing with rage and he could make absolute chaos

"YOU WILL GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM_ NOW!"

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Charles is an old romantic

Walks in the park, stargazing, cinema and kisses, romantic dinners, dances, romantic vacations- he's all that and a bag of chips

He loves you and he's not ashamed to show it, let the whole wide world know

"Darling, I was thinking..wanna go to dance with me?"

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I feel like he wouldn't allow you to go on his missions with him

Not even close

He knows you love him and he really DOES need you by his side but he doesn't want you to get hurt

Human or mutant, you're staying at home

Charles wouldn't make it out alive if something happens to you

"Love, we talked about this... please just listen to me once."

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Charles is a beautiful man but he's always worried about his looks

If his hair sticks out at odd places, if his shirt matches his jacket, this and that

You would have to re-assure him that he's the most perfect man you've seen

Man's acting like he's not the prettiest dude on earth

"Are you sure? I think this one matches my eyes waay better-"

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

It's you and him, end of story

He would feel lost without you, his other half that fitts him so well

Charles would sometimes be so worried about you he'd be having nightmares and full-on night terrors

"Are you here?? Love?? I'm sorry just.. a bad dream, yes."

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them)

You can't tell me this man wouldn't use his powers against you

If you two were fighting he would sneakily take a peek in your mind

Thinking about chocolate? About cuddles? Even puppy or just a basic -I'm sorry"'s? He's on it!

"Something tells me you're craving chocolate so...I got you this"

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like cruel people

Mutant, human- if you're cruel to others, especially the ones who need your help, he's out

If you are this way and he really really really likes you, Charles might try to change you

"No, no, look. They are friends, you see?"

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His sleeping habit is: HE DOESN'T SLEEP

I saw somwhere that Professor X doesn't need sleep so, here you go

Charles is your bat, he's literally almost crawling on the ceiling when you are asleep, bored

Most of the time he would just cuddle you and keep you safe, your soft breathing relaxing him

"Good night dear, see you in the morning."

Yaaaay James McAvoy!!

Hope you liked this drabble <3 I can create more multifandomcontent; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[moosekateer13]

Chapter 6: Play On

1 month later…

They've got some leads. The latest details we've gotten have done nothing to ease our worries. Since we found the company, my late fiance Arthur borrowed from. Is owned by the mafia that Gen's family was once a part of. It took a good hour to convince Jared that it wasn't his or Gen's fault for this taking place. She did not know her family had mob connections. I also reminded him that Arthur never did his research before jumping into things.  Jared tired himself out and now is asleep with his head in my lap.

I gently wake him up since my legs have since gone numb from sleeping on them.

He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me. Then he sets himself upright.

“I'll draw us a bath. We need to relax.” I replied I exited the room before he had time to process what I just said.

I call for Jared, and he meets me in the master bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. I motion for him to join me in the tub.

“I feel both relaxed and aroused at the same time. Jared said with a smirk. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks at his words. We playfully splash each other.  Once we close the gap between us and share a kiss things quickly turn heated. I find myself having sex with him in the tub. Something I didn't intend to happen when I filled the bath earlier. Now something else is filled to the brim with me. In between the heated kisses and the orgasms. I've never felt so wanted and cherished. This feeling between us is something I never thought I'd have. We haven't said the Big L word yet. It may be unspoken but actions are louder than words. It has been clearly the case since we first met. 

10 days later…

D&N training facility

Making the right choice. I figured I'd learn how to protect myself. I know Dasan and his crew are taking shifts watching us but it doesn't stop me from wanting to learn how to defend myself. Jared protested at first but he soon understood. That the skills might come in handy. So while Jude is at preschool I'm doing another training course held by Dasan. Today we are starting off at the gun range.

“ Come Y/N let's see what you've got,” Dasan said. 

I stand with let's shoulders apart. My gun is tightly gripped in my hands and my eyes are square right on the target. In rapid succession, I emptied the clip into the target only missing the center once. I put the gun on safety before turning to look after Dasan.

“Damn Y/N you are faster than some of the security team. It's been less than two weeks.” Dasan said.

“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” I replied.

Now we head off to the gym.

Dasan has been teaching me the hardest of the 7 defence techniques since growing up in the foster home. I knew the basics.

He grabs me from behind.

To set myself free, I quickly bent back and hit Dasan with the back of my head. With one of his legs now forward. I duck down, grab it, and get up while pulling it with me. I hear a loud grunt followed by a thud. I feel a sense of pride in taking the 6-foot native man down. He's got quite the height advantage on my 5’4” ft frame.

I quickly bolt to the other side of the room. 

Dasan unsteadily gets back on his feet. 

“Good job Y/N you've got down packed now. You should go get changed back into your street clothes. We are done for the day. Your husband should be here to pick you up soon with your son.” Dasan said with a smile.

“Thank you for the compliment and session today,” I replied. I don't bother replying to the last part of Jared being my husband. The first time he said I told him it was not yet.

Jared is out there to greet me. He unlocks the door of his Volkswagen Tiguan. Jude is there in the backseat. I climb into the front seat. We made our way back home.

While I take a much-needed shower. Jared gets Jude ready for a much-needed nap. Before he gets started on the fried rice. He plans to cook for dinner.

Jared's kids are at Gen's parent’s house this week. So it's just the three of us today. 

I settle in on the couch while Jared finishes cooking. I snapped a picture of him cooking. I love seeing him in his element. Jared really loves cooking and he's amazing at it. No wonder why his company gets so many jobs.

“Dasan called before I went to pick you up. He says you are a natural Y/N. Y/N you are amazing. You really can do everything Princess of my heart.” Jared said. 

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks in response to Jared’s compliment.

“Jared, well I don't know about everything Prince of my Heart,” I replied.

Jared just simply smiles at me and shakes his at my retort as he sets the table.

Jude comes bounding just in time for dinner. It's like he always knows when dinner is ready. He's getting pretty good at climbing into his chair without our help now. It makes me smile. When did the time go? He just turned 4 last month. We did nothing big for it just a small intimate family birthday at our place. Jared's kids were there, and so were Jensen and Holy. To my surprise, both Gen and Jared's parents came over too. They've really welcomed us into the family.

It warms my heart to see Jude surrounded by so much love. It's something I didn't have past the age of 10 family-wise. I can't wait to see where everything goes with Jared and me.

Chapter 7:

[elithegnome]

A little FACE family story.

A/N: Heavy FRUK shipping, I know, I ship them, shocker amirite? Also Shakira song reference, I know she committed tax fraud so yeah people might not like her as much but lyrics from one of her songs are mentioned.

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Arthur was sitting on a plush, vintage chair in the living room, awaiting the arrival of his husband Francis, just to chat about their twin sons. To Arthur, the two seemed to be acting unlike themselves for the past couple of days. The Brit snapped himself out of his thoughts when his darling Francis walked into the room, blue eyes full of concern.

“Mon Cher what is wrong? You look worried!” 

“Yeah Francis, no matter how hard I try I cannot shamidamida eh-eh waca-waca eh-eh from the troubling fact that our sons are acting strange! Matthew won’t even make eye contact with us and Alfred’s being dead silent! And every time I see the two talking they’re always whispering about something and it irks me that I don’t know what’s going on!”

Arthur spat aggressively after taking a long sip of his tea. ( I WAS LISTENING TO SHAKIRA WHILE WRITING THIS AND WHEN I CAME BACK TO IT I STARTED LAUGHING MY ASS OFF, I REFUSE TO GET RID OF THAT IM SORRY DHDHEHEHEGSGSH)

The Frenchman frowned, slowly leaning in to kiss his husband on the cheek, before sitting on the man’s lap. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Francis pleaded, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s neck.

“No, not until we find out what’s up with our sons.” The Brit sighed

Francis gripped Arthur’s hand tightly, taking a moment to observe the rings on their fingers. After this he gazed back up at the Brit, who didn’t look so angry anymore.

“I promise mon lapin, there is nothing wrong with the boys. But even if they are acting odd they’re still the same twins we adopted 11 years ago.” Francis chimed, twirling Arthur’s ash blonde hair in his fingers. 

With that, the sound of a lock clicking echoed through the hallway of the Victorian style house, with two little blond boys shuffling into the house, one shutting the door behind them. 

Francis beamed, raising himself up from Arthur’s lap, ambling himself towards his sons. Both Matthew and Alfred stared up at their Papa, a look of impatience in their eyes. 

“Garçons!  Comment était l'école?” The Frenchman beamed, kissing his sons on their cheeks. 

“School was fine thank you Papa.” Matthew blurted, rushing up the stairs with his brother. 

Francis and Arthur turned to face each other, with Francis shrugging and sighing slightly.

“See what I mean now?” Arthur buzzed, scoffing.

Francis nodded, “Oui, I do. But I think you should be the one to sort out the situation. You were worried first.”

Even though somewhat reluctant, Arthur nodded and made his way upstairs. His footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way towards the sound of two voices discussing some unknown topic. Slowly, Arthur turned the doorknob to Alfred’s room, where he saw the two boys seeming to be drawing and gluing paper onto a poster board. 

“Matthew, Alfred,” He began, “What on earth are you doing?” 

Matthew jumped up to his feet and tried his hardest to shut the door, “No you can’t see it-“

Arthur however was stronger, and looked at the poster board intently. 

The words, “Happy Anniversary Papa and Dad!” were written in Alfred’s handwriting across the top of the board, with photos of trips and family pictures plastered below, and “We love you!” also written below those. The Brit felt a tear prick the corner of his eye, had the boys really been spending their free time making an anniversary gift for their parents?

Alfred rubbed his arm sheepishly, “We didn’t want you to figure out until tomorrow.” As if to respond, Arthur pulled the twins into an embrace, slowly stroking their hair.

“Oh boys you didn’t have to do this.” 

“Yeah we did!” Matthew rebutted, “You and Papa have done so much for us and we just wanted to make up for it!”

His father chuckled lightly, “You do enough by just being here.”

Alfred’s eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Arthur smiled, “I love you two so much.” 

The boys began to speak simultaneously, “We love you too Dad!”

Slowly, Arthur backed away from the twin boys, starting to leave the room.

“Well, I’ll leave you both to it.”

[bokutosbigpectorals]

Come Sit on my Lap

Time skip Kenma x fem!reader

Kenma wants you to sit on his lap while he streams.

Minors DNI - 18+

Warnings: cockwarming, semi ‘public sex’, secret stream teasing, mild exhibitionism, very very small mention of ‘breeding’ at the end. 

Overall he teases you while you cockwarm him on stream. (1.8k words)

A/n: I have this brainrot in my head, along with thigh riding Meian Shugo which I might put out tomorrow~ 

Enjoy!

 “Yeah, yeah I’m on my way, just hold out a little longer,” Kenma said through his mic. He was playing games with some people on stream and you were laying on the bed behind him, LEDs flashing different colours as you stared at your phone. It was pretty late and Kenma was almost done his stream so you figured you’d go make some food for the both of you to enjoy afterwards. You got up carefully and came and kissed his cheek while waving at the camera, prompting chat to spam heart emojis. 

“Hi, chat,” you said smiling at the camera, Kenma blushed and turned his head, gently kissing you on the cheek as well. You stood straight and walked to the other side of his chair and leaned near him, your lips brushing the shell of his ear away from the camera so they couldn’t see what you said,

“I’m gonna go make food, but I wish you could eat me instead.”

His body froze and his eyes went wide, you turned back around and slipped out of the room towards the kitchen, a smirk plastered on your face as you left. You knew that teasing him always worked and you knew how much it drove him wild when you teased him while he was on stream, not able to do anything about it. You got to the kitchen and pulled up his stream on your phone, wanting to watch the events unfold as he started winding down his stream for the night. You noticed that he had just finished his game and was currently just talking to the chat, not a sign on his face that you had just teased him. You pouted placing the phone on the counter and walking to the fridge before you heard Kenma’s voice again,

“Hey, hold on, chat, do you guys want to do a small Q and A with Y/N and I?” You scrunched your eyebrows together, scoffing, you just told him you were going to make food, what was he saying? A few seconds later you heard your phone buzz from a text message. You closed the fridge and walked over to your phone, grabbing it and switching to your messages.

Kenma (12:13 am): Come and cockwarm me, kitten. 

Your face turned bright red. You knew that Kenma wanted to do something like this on stream, but you didn’t realize it would be tonight. You could feel your core heat up and instantly your hands went clammy as you started walking back to his room. You opened the door and Kenma waved you over, his cock in his hand, stroking it lightly waiting for you to come sit on him. 

“Come on, kitten, come sit on my lap,” he coaxed, and you started to remove your pants, knowing full well that the stream couldn’t see below the top of your torsos. You walked over to Kenma and bent down, giving him a sloppy kiss. He grabbed your jaw with one hand, his other hand travelled down your stomach and a finger hooked into your panties as he pulled them down to your ankles. You stepped out of them, your lips still interlocking in a wet kiss, as he pressed his hand against your pussy, dipping his fingers into your folds before rubbing circles onto your clit. He coaxed his hand towards him and your hips instinctively followed, now hovering just above him as you let out small moans into his mouth. 

“Sit, now,” he demanded as he removed his hand from your leaking cunt. A small gasp left your mouth as he let his assertiveness out. You turned your body around to face the computer and you lowered yourself onto him, Kenma letting out a small hiss as he sheathed himself inside you.

“Fuck you’re such a naughty slut,” he bit against your ear, your heart raced at the whisper and the fact that you were about to be cockwarming him on stream. 

Kenma changed the window back to his camera, your two faces showing up flushed on the screen as he put chat on the screen. Instantly, a smile was on your face as you tried to look presentable for his stream and Kenma started talking as if he wasn’t balls deep in your pussy.

“So, everyone, you know this is the lovely Y/N,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and addressing chat. 

“Hi, everyone!” you said cheerfully, as long as you didn’t move, you should be okay, you thought.

“So chat, do you have any questions for us?” You watched as the chat started flooding with questions. Kenma started answering some of the questions that would pop up and his hand slid down your thigh, drawing small circles on your skin. 

“Oooh, that’s a good one, what do you like to do for fun?” Kenma said his head turning to face you, a smirk appearing on his lips. 

“ Well, I like to read, draw-” instantly your mouth stopped moving as you felt Kenma’s fingers rub against your clit, you knew you couldn’t moan or you would get caught. The feeling of his fingers made you grind your hips, Kenma’s cock rubbing against your walls causing you to let out a gasp. 

“You like to draw and what else?” Kenma asked, thoroughly enjoying your reactions. 

“Uhm, I also play v-video games,” you breathed. It was getting extremely difficult to focus on anything but Kenma’s fingers circling your puffy clit, making your hips instinctively grind against him causing more of his cock to move inside you. Your hands gripped your thighs, your knuckles white as you tried so hard to focus on anything but Kenma’s cock inside you. 

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we played some games together on stream?” Kenma asked, not really pointing the question at you but more so at his chat. He moved on to a different question quickly, but he didn’t stop rubbing those small slow circles on your clit. At this point, you could feel the heat in your core build up, your pussy throbbing against his unmoving cock. Anything you did caused the knot in your stomach to tighten, but Kenma had different plans. He took his hand away as he continued to answer more questions, and you caught your breath slightly, trying to make it subtle so the stream wouldn’t catch on. 

“Alright, a couple more questions and then we’re going to get off for the night,” Kenma stated, his hands trailing over your thighs. You tried to force a smile as you read the chat. 

You could hear the donation sound go through his headphones and you looked up at his second monitor to see what it said. 

“Thank you, xxKodzfan23, for the 100 dollar donation,” Kenma said, his hands stilling, “why don’t you read it for me, love?” You smiled and started speaking before it even crossed your mind what it said.

“Why don’t you two give us a little show?” 

The words fell off your lips as Kenma started shaking his leg, your thighs in turn shaking against him and his cock rubbing up against your puffy walls. You could feel the heat in your stomach again, the knot tightening. 

“Who’s to say I’m not right now?” Kenma asked and your mouth fell open, looking back at him with wide eyes. He smiled and started laughing, his leg still shaking. “I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding, that’s not family-friendly.” 

You shook your head, a small gasp falling from your lips, trying to cover it up with a laugh, as you turned back to the stream playing it off. Your core was so tight now, you were trying your hardest not to fall apart around his cock while on stream because you knew then you wouldn’t be able to hold back. Your hand squeezed Kenma’s thigh as a sort of signal and he grabbed his mouse. Scrolling over the end stream button.

“Alright, guys, well that’s it for us tonight, we’re going to go make some - “ he paused and looked you up and down before smirking and looking back at the camera, “some food.”

“Goodnight, chat,” you got out and forced another smile, waving towards the camera.

“I hope you all have a great night, catch you tomorrow.” Kenma pressed the end stream button and closed all of his tabs. 

“Fuck you’re such a good girl, sitting on my cock like that,” he hissed, kissing and biting at your neck. 

“I almost came,” you whispered, getting up to get off of him. He gripped your hips tightly and slammed himself into you. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, you moaned out, your legs shaking underneath you as he forced you to sit back on his lap. He started bouncing you up and down on his cock, hitting your walls every time. Your body fell forward, your hands gripping his desk as you were finally able to let out the moans you were biting back. 

“That’s it, moan for me, let me hear you,” he choked, his hands trailing underneath the shirt you were wearing as your hips took over, bouncing on his cock. You could hear the soft moans leaving his lips and they went directly to your core, the knot in your stomach a tight burning mess at this point. 

“I’m gonna- Kenma, I’m gonna cum,” you managed to get out, the overwhelming desire to cum in you flashed through his brain. 

“Cum, kitten, come on, then I’m going to cum in this wet cunt of yours,” he breathed out, the demand hitting his tongue and then your core snapped, your legs shaking as you cried out. Your body flew backwards into his lap against his chest. Your walls tightened around his cock and he groaned as he continued to force your hips up and down on his cock, cumming soon after.

“Fuck, kitten, you’re so good for me,” he said, continuing to bounce you on his cock, slowing down as you both came down from your high. You laid back against his chest, your arm coming up behind his neck as your heart rate slowed down. You felt his soft hair tickle your neck as he placed more kisses on it, his hands running along your thighs and squeezing. 

“Next time warn me,” you breathed out a laugh, getting up off of him, your mixture of cum leaking down your thigh. 

“That’s not as fun,” he laughed, taking off his sweater to wrap around your lower half so you wouldn’t leak on the floors, “I ordered food before I texted you, so let’s go take a shower and relax.” 

You nodded and headed to the bathroom, Kenma in step behind you. 

[cartierbin]

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 — “𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚜? <𝟹”

『 pairing — changbin x reader

genre — smut , + dilf!police officer changbin + a little somnophilia + some handcuffs

word count —- 1.456k 』

notes — i really don’t have anything to say I just wanted this section to be longer looking so I kind of added this lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this though

smut under the cut !

it was one of those nights again. one of those nights where changbin was extremely horny after his long work shift and just wanted to be inside you. the both of you haven’t been catching up on your frequent bedtime banter nowadays due to your three boys needing the both of you all the time and every second of every day. but it was the middle of the night and the boys were sleeping, and unfortunately so were you.

changbin was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, drumming his thumbs along his bare, tattooed chest trying to figure out how he was going to wake you up and convince you to have sex with him. you woke up early for work and he knew how cranky you could get if you didn’t get enough sleep. but he needed you badly and he couldn’t quite help himself anymore. he turns his head to see the shape of you underneath the blankets, your body rising and sinking slowly from your peaceful slumber. you looked so pretty and you were barely wearing anything, just some panties and one of changbin’s old t shirts which added to his erection nonetheless.

after finally deciding that he didn’t give a damn, he sprinkles fluttering kisses along the nape of your neck. most of which you couldn’t feel. not that you could if you tried, before you would even feel your last one changbin was already going in for more, making each kiss rougher than his last. he groped your body in the process whilst breathing a little heavier, growing excited from the electricity he felt from touching you. he twindled his fingers up your shirt and toyed with both of your breasts, rubbing his aching erection against your backside. he knew you weren’t awake but he needed this. he needed it badly. it was easy to tell how much he yearned for your body by how aggressive he was being. hot tongue kisses splayed across the span of your neck and shoulders, needy groans flooded the air. he gripped the meat of your thigh and watched his bulge roll against the naked cheeks of your ass, he caught his breath in entire shock wondering how something this simple could feel so good. he desperately continues rolling his hips up against you, feeling the fabric of his sweatpants deliciously rub against his throbbing cock.

he reached to the side of him and fetched the cold handcuffs from his work duffel bag. he exhaled before he executed his idea, hesitant at first. he grabbed the both of your wrists and clung them around each, locking them together behind your back. once he heard the satisfying click he went to what he came for, your full backside at his disposal. he took a minute to admire your precious body, drawing your shirt up and circling his thumbs into the dip of your back. he reached up to unclasp your bra, just wanting to see you completely bare. he applied this energy to your torso as well, rolling your panties down your ankles and tossing them to another corner of the bedroom. you laying on your tummy was always the perfect position for him, he loved the natural arch of your back and how gorgeous your body looked in this exact stance. he places his hand at the small of your back and licks his lips, squeezing two fingers in between the cheeks of your ass and directly into your pussy. you were always overflowing with your natural moisture which changbin loved, but he also loved mixing it with the moisture he gave you as well. you were extremely tight and he couldn’t fathom how hot it was, having to wedge his fingers inside of your hole. he watched closely when he sped up the pace of his thrusting fingers and felt you throbbing around them. he relished the way they looked each time he pulled them out of you, glistening with nothing but cream.

you whimpered into your pillow at the feeling that you thought was coming from your dreams. he could burst at the innocent sounds you made, sounding as though you’ve never been touched like this before. he hastened the pace just to hear you whimper harder, enjoying the gushy sounds of your pussy resounding off the bedroom walls. he waited until you were on the verge of cumming to pull them out and substitute them with his cock instead. he sluggishly stuffs himself in between your pulsating walls and groans loudly when he does it, awaking you unintentionally. your eyes were still fluttering open when he started fucking into you, unaware that you were now awake. you choked on your own breath while he quickly picks up his pace, gyrating his hips up into your pussy while you were basically stranded between the cuffs of the cold metal. It baffled him at how much he enjoyed seeing you in handcuffs and completely helpless, with no other choice but to get fucked into the mattress. your eyes grew cartoonishly large at his rough pumps and tight squeeze of your waist.

“binnie—the kids are..in the next room fuck”. each time you bellowed a word it sounded as if you were out of breath, desperately trying to gain it all back. but you absolutely couldn’t breathe with how deep changbin’s cock was buried inside of you, reaching depths that made you wringle under his touch. his dark sighs and deep grunts gave you the answer you needed. that he didn’t give a damn if the kids could hear, he was going to fuck you until you both made the sheets a sopping mess. your face falls into the cushion of the pillows trying to shield your moans from being too rowdy and obnoxious but changbin was fucking into you with a roughness that made the headboard beat the wall. he spreads the cheeks of your ass and gathers saliva between his lips, spitting a lengthy string of it atop of your folds and allowed his cock to take care of the rest. you bit mercilessly into the fabric of the pillows crying out your hardest at the slick feeling of him occupying your insides. he threw his head back and licks his lips, ignoring the creaking sounds the bed was now making because of him. “fuck baby. haven’t had this in so long”. as soon as he said that you lunged yourself back, joining in with changbin’s thrusts because yes, you wanted this just as badly as he did. the sound of your skin clapping together was the most beautiful harmony in changbin’s ears.

it encouraged him even the more, resulting in him hastily ransacking thrusts into your needy pussy. you scrunched your eyes together tightly in sheer pleasure as he kept hitting that particular spot of yours, leaving your body stuttering and shaking in prime pre-orgasm. “fuck—please ...fuck me binnie”. you plead in dispersed breaths. changbin smirks. “I thought you were worried about the kids huh? now you want me to fuck you?”. you felt your legs weaken and he was kind of glad you couldn’t see his face practically contorting at how velvety your walls had gotten around his cock. the metal of the handcuffs started to clink together and embarrassing heaves of breath left his lips. “I don’t care anymore just make me cum”. you mewl as loud as your tired lungs would let you. he grips your waist and switches up his tempo giving you slower, impactful strokes. “you want to cum? go ahead and cum down my dick so I can have a reason to get you pregnant tonight”. your vision blurred and you were babbling nonsense when that familiar fire sheathed your body with a rippling orgasm to follow. he fucked you into overstimulation and even then you couldn’t stop cumming and shaking until he was finished, splattering his seed in the deep places of your pussy that only his dick could touch.

he tongues kisses your perspired cheeks and forehead while undoing the cuffs, freeing your sore arms and finally letting them collapse on the bed with the rest of your aching body. the sheets beneath you were a wet sweaty mess. a mess that you refused to sleep on but you were too out of touch and out of breath to say so. he reaches down to rub your belly. “looks like you’ll be eating for two soon?”.

[allisonlol]

green tea and rosehip tea with jouno please please!!

a/n: i got a bunch of jouno reqs (which i love very much) so i’ll just be combining them into one post here!!

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

jouno never considered himself to be romantic at all before he met you

but, unfortunately for him, you bring out his softer side

in public, it’s very unlikely he’ll be affectionate towards you

he does have a reputation to uphold, after all

in private it’s a whole different story

can become very romantic if he feels so inclined to be

^will lightly flirt and tease you just to see your reaction

yes, jouno is the type of person who shows affection by bullying you 🙄 the more bothered you get, the better

try to retaliate in any way and he’ll simply mock you with a smile

this isn’t the only way he shows affection, however. he’s always down for innocent physical intimicy as well

really loves to hold your hand?? whenever you’re in reach, jouno will expectantly offer his hand out to you (and you BETTER take it)

plays with your fingers a lot too. if he’s bored, he’ll just start fidgeting with them or tracing shapes on your palm

jouno also shows affection by doing acts of service for you

if you’re too busy with work or whatnot, he’ll make dinner for you and complete any other chores or tasks that needed to be done 

won’t even mention to you that he’s done them 

^you’ll go to wash the dishes and see that they’ve already been finished?? 

idk why imagining jouno doing everyday household tasks is adorable, but it is 

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

just a fair warning that this man isn’t the best at comforting

i’d like to believe that he feels some level of empathy so, for the sake of this post, let’s act like he does 

if jouno ever saw you upset, the first thing he’d have to do is supress the rage directed towards whatever it was that made you sad in the first place

if it was a person? best believe he’d go kill them on the spot

jouno truly does try his hardest to cheer you up when you’re feeling down

it’s also one of the only times you’ll actually see him worried 

gently pulls you towards him and asks if you want to talk about what’s bothering you

you’ll end up curling up in his lap and venting about your problems while jouno plays with your hair and offers advice when he can

usually that advice is just “i’ll hurt them for you”

to which you have to reply: “no jouno, they’re my parents 😐”

his sarcastic comments and insults towards whatever made you upset is good for making you laugh tho

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

omg ok so

he’ll never admit it out loud, but jouno can be a very jealous person

^not to the point where it’s crazy overbearing or anything; he just doesn’t like when you talk to certain people for longer than you should

mainly tecchou lmao

all of you work together so interaction with tecchou is going to be inevitable; doesn’t mean jouno’s happy about it tho

once he’s jealous it becomes very obvious

^goes unnaturally quiet while maintaining a very serious & irritated expression

literally: 😑

if anyone tries to talk to him during these times he’ll snap at them (with more bite than usual)

has to practice a lot of self restraint to stop himself from drawing his sword and stabbing it through the chest of the person you’re talking to 

instead, he’ll approach to stand by your side and say something like “y/n, you should come with me. your assistance is needed ☺️💢” 

once he gets you away from the person (aka usually tecchou) he won’t say anything about what transpired so you’ll have to confront him about it 

“soooo jouno, what was that all about??”

this mf will deny EVERYTHING

“i’m not so sure of what you’re talking about y/n. i’ve never been jealous in my entire life...😌”

yea mhm ok 

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

you were the one who had to confess first, i’m sorry 😶

jouno was very well aware of the moment you liked him

at first he probably thought you had a heart condition by the way your heart rate would rapidly increase whenever he was near

but jouno’s a smart cookie and figured out pretty quickly that it only happened when you were aware of his presence

used this to his advantage for awhile simply to torment you

went out of his way to tease you and lean close while doing so just to hear how frantic and erratic your pulse got

at first you thought that was just jouno being his usual sadistic self (and it was) but then you started to suspect that maybe it was possible he liked you back??

it’s funny because, at first, jouno was only teasing you to take advantage of the fact that he knew you liked him

but over time he slowly started to take a liking to you as well due to this

this man PANICKED when he realized he was starting to catch feelings

not that you’d be able to tell, since he still appeared so nonchalant on the surface 

since he always went out of his way to tease you & be in your presence, you took this as an opportunity to confess your feelings since it was getting almost unbearable at this point

knowing jouno, you didn’t expect him to actually ACCEPT your confession

little did you know, this was all part of jouno’s scheme to make you confess to him?? smh

very ironic how out of touch you were with his feelings while the rest of the hunting dogs were busy shipping the two of you-

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

surprisingly soft!!

his kisses are almost always very gentle and uncharacteristically sweet

will lightly hold your face in both his hands before leaning down to softly press his lips to yours

hhjdshjhjhhhhhh i’m malfunctioning

gives you quick kisses on the cheek a lot too

^does this as a way to express “i love you” or simply as a greeting when he sees you after awhile

also a fan of inuit kisses!! where you rub the tip of your nose against the other’s 

his kisses become slightly more aggresive during make-out sessions or...etc 

in these instances, he kisses you much more deeply while keeping a hand on your jaw so you can’t pull away 

[football-writing]

Ben Chilwell - insufferable

Prompt: "I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." "You can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other."

Summary: Ben and Y/N are neighbours. They also seem to argue just about all the time.

Warnings: a little neighbour enemies to lovers something, a LOT of sexual innuendos, some curse words

"Ben, move." Her voice was stern, as annoyed with him as ever as he blocked the way to her door.

"C'mon, Y/N. I just wanna talk."

"You kept me up all night practising that goddamned piano with your stupid windows open. No, I will not talk to you. Now, move." She was getting agitated with him, foot tapping on the pavement as she wished for him to hurry up.

"You listen to me playing piano? How sweet. It's almost like I'm serenading you, isn't it?" He knew exactly what he was doing. How to rile her up and push her buttons. It's not something he had meant to happen - he'd obviously rather get along with his neighbour. But the way she puffed her cheeks, the intensity with which she looked at him as she got more and more annoyed made his belly erupt with butterflies.

"Get fucked, Ben." Was her only reply as she pushed his chest to get to her door, Ben gladly taking a step aside with his arms up in surrender and a shit-eating grin on his face. God how she wished she could wipe it off of him.

"Sure. You free tonight?"

She'd opened the door then, stepped inside and smacked it straight in the poor boy's face.

He wondered if the sexual comment was perhaps taking it a bit too far - knowing she didn't mean it like that at all. He wondered if he should knock on her door to apologise, too. But just then, her frontdoor opened again.

"And by the way, the piano sounds absolutely horrendous." Smack. She immediately closed the door again.

He let out a boisterous laugh, then. Her antics were just so cute.

"Can't get better if you don't practice." He yelled through the closed door.

"Leave me alone, Ben. I'll call the cops for stalking." Her muffled voice sounded right back, but he could tell even then that she was saying it with a smile.

"Alright, alright. Party at my place tonight. Join if you wanna." He called out before finally leaving her be.

She'd contemplated going, she really had. She wasn't that interested in spending the night at Ben's house, particularly because if his friends were anywhere similar to him, she'd be in for a hell of a night. But then again, she didn't have much else to do, and she could use a good distraction.

So there she was, knocking on his door on what she considered an appropriate time to arrive after the party had started. Perhaps she had peaked out the window to know when his friends arrived, coming half an hour later just to make him sweat as to whether or not she'd take him up on his offer.

"Ah, the queen herself made it." Ben said as soon as he opened the door, taking notice of the outfit she'd picked out. It was casual, but god, did it look good on her. He licked his lips before moving aside to let her in.

"Welcome to my humble abode, darling." He said as he trailed after her through his hall.

"Don't stare at my ass, Ben." She didn't even have to look back to know why he wanted her to walk in first.

"Too late."

She only chuckled as she walked into his living room. People were scattered around, some guys playing Fifa on his tv, others chatting amongst themselves and dancing to the beat of some random pop song. She wasn't entirely sure where to go, or who to speak to, as seemingly everyone was preoccupied with whatever they were doing.

Ben noticed, and placed his hand firmly on her lower back. She twisted her face to look at him, an uncertain look in her eyes, though she didn't swat his hand away.

He nodded for her to move towards the kitchen, his hand staying pressed against the small of her back to guide her.

The kitchen was a little quieter, and she rubbed her sweaty hands against her thighs as Ben got her a drink.

"I knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spend time with me." He mentioned cockily as he handed her a red cup. Though the gesture was sweet, the words accompanying them made her want to roll her eyes. Were all footballers this annoying?

"Actually, just here for the free drinks." She replied as she lifted her cup.

Silence fell between them as she took small sips of her drink. She wasn't quite sure what she expected, but for him to keep standing next to her definitely wasn't it. Eyeing the people in the livingroom didn't lessen her confusion. He'd invited some girls over, dressed in tight dresses to show of their perfect figures. Why had he invited her? To stop from complaining about the noise?

"Are you not going to chat up those girls?" She questioned as she nodded her head in their general direction, not making any eyecontact with the boy next to her.

"Why, you got some sort of voyeurism kink?"

"Hm. Could probably give you some pointers. You don't look like you're very good at flirting." She replied nonchalantly, though her eyebrows raised at his bold remark.

"They're actually my friends' girlfriends." He explained truthfully. It was the first time she looked up at him during their little bickering. He was focused on drawing patterns with his finger on the counter behind them, which meant she could truly observe him.

He's not unattractive at all. His long hair messily falling over his forehead, his strong jawline still visible under his neatly kept beard. She wondered what his body looked like underneath his clothes. He'd always looked quite fit to her, something she'd attributed to his strict workout routine as a footballer. Still, his arms were muscular too, biceps twisting and veins twirling underneath his skin as he kept drawing invisible shapes on the counter surface. She just wanted to reach out and caress his biceps, the unholy thoughts filling her mind as she kept eyeing him from beside him. If he wasn't such an ass, maybe she would've wanted to pursue something with him. Maybe.

"You admiring the art, babe?" He questioned as if on cue, stilling his movements to look at her with a curious smile on his stupidly pretty face.

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself." She spat back as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, turning her focus away from him. He started to lean closer to her side, his arm snaking around her as his scruff teasingly rubbed against her cheek.

"You love it, really." He whispered lowly in her ear. The drop in his voice made her shiver, clenching her legs together. She cursed herself for letting him have this kind of effect on her, and so she composed herself as she took a tentative step away from him.

"I don't. But I'd love if you went to bother those girls instead. Maybe I can have some fun watching you flirt." She held her fingers up, moving them to indicate quotation marks at the last word as she threw him a fake smile.

"I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." He replied matter-of-factly.

"Really, now?" She perked.

"Yeah." His voice sounder hoarse and rough, no effort in concealing the feelings currently coarsing through him. He raised his bottle of beer to take a sip, licking his lips before wrapping them around the bottle. She had a perfect view from beside him, seeing his adam's apple bop as he swallowed, the light perfectly illuminating his plump and moist lips that turned into a smirk as soon as he set the bottle down again. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Unfortunately for him, she could play that game, too.

So she took a daring step closer to him, resting her hand on his bicep that was definitely more defined than she previously imagined. She stood on her toes, reaching to whisper in his ear, her lips 'accidentally' grazing over his earlobe.

"Your little teasing makes me think youd rather kiss me too." She whispered seductively.

He didn't even reply, just grabbed her face to pull her into a kiss. He wouldn't have even thought of doing that half an hour ago, but now that she was teasing him, too, he figured it's what she wanted as well. Which is why he was so shocked when she pushed at his chest, her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Gross, Ben, have some decency." She scolded him. Truth is, she was much too aware of the other people in the room, not sure what they would make of their little predicament. Besides, if he started kissing her now, she wasn't so sure she could contain herself any longer. What's this boy done to you?

"C'mon, you can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other." He tried to reason with her, reaching out for her hands that she quickly moved out of reach from him. Was he really this oblivious, or was she just playing with him?

"I can actually." She smiled triumphantly at him as she pushed herself away from the counter. "And I don't believe in perfect."

"Y/N." He warned.

"Benjamin." She daringly spoke back, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. So, playing, then.

"You're insufferable."

"So are you." She said as she walked away from him, back to the hallway and opening his frontdoor, he was calling out after her, wondering if he really fucked up for her to be leaving now. She turned on her heel just as she stepped outside, looking right back at him with fiery eyes. He leaned against the doorway to look at her. He wasn't sure he trusted his legs to hold him up when she was looking at him like that.

"I don't kiss before the first date." He smiled at that. If he wasn't intrigued by her quick comebacks and arguing, he sure was now. She was playing his game, and she was winning, too. Though he tried his hardest not to show her.

"So go on a date with me." He deadpanned as he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Actually, I don't date footballers."

"Fuck you." He let out a laugh, then. One that vibrated throughout his chest.

"Maybe if you ask nicely." She added as she beamed at him, throwing him a wink. He tried to think of something to say, anything. But he was left a stammering mess, eyes wide at her explicit remark as she spun around and started walking the short distance back to hers. She had just swiftly shut him up, something not many people had the gift of doing. He was glad she didn't spare him another glance, because he was sure the angelic laugh that would erupt from her lips would cause his crimson cheeks to burn even harder. Damn him and his stupid games.

Damn her and her ability to see right through them.

[memeadonna]

Anything for You, Baby

Hello everyone! This is a short little thirst story I wrote for @sendhelpimstupid featuring Sugar Baby Kirishima. The stunning art can be found here. Please visit her page and show her some love! 

This story is 18+. Minors DNI 

Warnings: Sugar Baby/Sugar Mommy Relationship, Premature Ejaculation, Cross-Dressing, Sub Kirishima, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Mild Choking, Scratching and Biting Mentioned, Vaginal Intercourse, I wrote this in like 3 hours sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes

Word Count: 2,562

Of all the things you were thankful for in life, people were always surprised when you mentioned Kirishima's expensive taste. Your entire relationship had started because he hadn't noticed how much money he'd been spending until one day he was overdrawn. He hadn't added up the totals of his expenses in his head, hadn't realized every time he swiped his card that money left his account. He liked the finer things in life, and how was he supposed to know that his bank account was meant to last him all of his first semester? His parents had told him "figure it out", so he couldn't even ask them for help. 

Being at a hero school was tough already – he could barely even enjoy the city nightlife since he was stuck at the dorms between classes doing homework. He didn't even have enough time to get a job outside of school hours. Maybe he wasn't cut out for university, let alone at a prestigious hero school. 

You had noticed Kirishima's state of panic, and when he confessed to everyone in the dorm that he was out of money, people (Bakugou and his other friends) had made fun of him. Uraraka and Iida had stepped in immediately, chastising them for mocking him. He tried to play it off as no big deal, that he'd figure it out, and the conversation shifted elsewhere. 

You'd been born into a wealthy family like Iida and Momo, and on top of that you'd had your own job throughout high school, so you'd saved up lots of money already.  "I could hire you," you told him after everyone had left for the night. "Pay you to do things for me." 

"I don't need your charity," he'd snapped back. "Did Bakugou put you up to this?" 

"I just thought I'd offer to help you since we're friends," you answered calmly, before getting up and heading to your dorm. That night you'd sat up late regretting ever asking him if he needed help. 

Early the next morning he was at your door. "What kind of things?" was the first thing he asked, as you rubbed your eyes and blinked up at him blearily. You made him repeat himself twice because the words didn't stick in your brain this early. 

"Clean my room, do my laundry," you'd finally told him, offering what you hoped was a kind smile. "Other things when I want them." The blush he gave you at those words more than made up for his harshness last night. 

You'd started slowly, of course. You gave him rewards for handing in assignments on time, taken him out to dinner when he got good grades, and little treats for random things. "Do I always need a reason, baby?" you'd asked him one night as he examined the concert tickets, you'd just given him. You'd been delighted to accept the ticket he gave back to you and had secretly smiled to yourself as Denki had whined and complained that Kirishima had promised to take him! But that was back when Kirishima was spending his money on everything. Now he was just spending it on himself. 

One day, half-joking, you'd gifted him a French Maid outfit to clean your room in. It was just a little too tight for him (he couldn't even do the zipper up!), but it was the creamy white stockings and cute little heels you were interested in. He tried his hardest to clean your room, but after the third time he rolled his ankle, he ended up with you in his lap, and let's just say that your relationship changed from there. 

You'd pushed him back into your bed and felt him up beneath the skirts and ruffles. You left a smattering of dark hickies over his neck and collarbones, moving down his body with clear intent. He was beet red, sitting up and panting as he watched you with wide eyes. Your hands slipped below his skirts and trailed up his legs, and you watched him squirm. "Aw," you teased, revelling in your victory. "What's wrong, does the baby like getting dressed up all cute and ravaged?" 

He stammered with a reply for a moment, but you dipped under his skirt and the breathy gasp he let out as you began to kiss up his thighs was more than worth it. A part of you wanted to pull back out and apply lipstick so you could leave more evidence of your kisses, but there was no way in hell you were going to back down now. You settled for more hickies and a few bites, and by the time you reached your prize, he was hard and throbbing. 

You were the only person with a dorm on your floor (luck of the draw), so you didn't dare tell him he should quiet down his moaning, especially not as you slid the lacy panties reverently down his thighs. 

It was clearly his first time, and he was squirming in your grip as you gave him a teasing lick. A part of you wanted to pull back and tease him some more, but this was too good to pass up. He threw an arm over his eyes and slipped his other hand into your hair. He arched his back as you raked your nails down his thighs, and let out the sweetest noise you'd ever heard, blowing his load directly in your face before you could even get him into your mouth. After you'd finished laughing and wiped his spunk off of your face, you'd given him the sweetest kiss on the cheek. He'd gone beet red as you laughed, and hadn't said no when you promised him a shopping spree because he was just so good for you. 

The sales lady at the lingered store had been surprisingly accommodating when you'd asked her if they carried up to a 3X. 

He'd been your sugar baby for all of first year, even after he got his own allowance from his parents. He'd been your boyfriend the rest of your university career (of course, you still liked to treat your spoiled baby), and a few years out of school he'd asked you to marry him, with that same sweet expression he always had when he told you he loved you. 

The world saw Red Riot as a strong, manly hero that took shit from nobody. They also saw him as hopelessly in love with you (or with Dynamight, depending on which magazine you read). He was a real Man's Man, always on the covers of fitness magazines or advertising sports drinks and protein powders. He advocated for always being chivalrous and brave, but that Manly Men also took the time to be vulnerable and compassionate. 

One thing that hadn't changed since your days in university was the fact that your Eijirou loved to be spoiled. Shopping sprees, private chefs, weekends away… his eyes always lit up no matter what you surprised him with. You were both similarly ranked in the charts, and both made a lot of money, but he secretly adored the fact that you had a bank account you filled up every month just for him. He'd buy whatever he wanted with it, whether it was designer clothes or handbags (for either of you), or any number of things (he particularly liked buying new gym equipment that the two of you most certainly didn't need). 

Today had been a hard day. You'd been overusing your quirk and your muscles were sore, not to mention you'd been working with one Lord Explosion Murder God which meant that you'd been ordered around all day.

When you got home, a note from your husband was laying on the counter. Eijirou would be home a little late, and you could order whatever for dinner. Grumbling to yourself, you refused to take yet another order from yet another person and reheated leftovers in the fridge. Take that, loving husband! 

You ate standing at the counter in your uniform, and after you'd put the dishes away you marched up to your bedroom, already peeling your costume off. You left it on the bathroom floor as you hopped into the shower, and just let the hot water scald your aching muscles. You used Eijirou's body wash because you missed his smell, and changed into your pyjamas while you combed your hair. 

You crawled under the covers and scrolled on your phone for a while, wishing your husband would just hurry up and come home already. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms, hear him tell you all about how he would protect you from the bad things in the world. 

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs woke you from a restless sleep, and you sat up in bed. How long were you asleep? Was that your Eiji? 

The door opened, and what greeted you took your breath away. Your husband stood in the doorway with a sheer robe, trimmed with red faux fur. It was tied with a ribbon around his waist and accentuated his hips beautifully. He was wearing red lacy thigh highs and nothing else beneath the robe. He completed the look with a set of Louis Vuitton stilettos, which you noticed in passing due to the stunning everything else the Adonis before you was showing off. 

"Hey," he purred. "Heard you had a rough day." He smirked at you as your eyes trailed up and down his body. "Can I make it better?" he took a few steps into the room, undoing the ribbon around his waist teasingly slowly. He opened the robe, letting it fall off his shoulders and rest at his elbows. He had filled out a lot since university, and he was a healthy 7'6 and twice as wide as you. He could lift you with one arm and toss you like a football if he wanted, but as he dropped his robe to the floor and elegantly clicked his way across the room towards you, he had no intention of tossing you around tonight. That thought made sparks dance around your core, and you felt your panties starting to soak. 

You sat up on your knees for a better look at him. He ran his hands over his body, shamelessly showing off for you. His dick stood proud and tall and was already leaking for you. You smiled at him as you slipped into your role. "Did you buy that to look pretty for me?" you asked ever so sweetly. "Sounds like you want a reward." 

He walked right up to the side of the bed with a breathy "Yes,". You leaned up for a kiss and enjoyed the feeling of him smiling against your lips as he took his time with you. 

His hands gently explored your curves, squeezing the plush of your thighs and the soft skin beneath your breasts, and as you pulled back to lick your lips at him, "Anything for you, Baby," felt like the most natural thing to say. 

He crawled into bed, careful not to kick you with his knife-shoes, and placed his wrists at the headboard. You attached the restraints with all the care in the world, and ran your hands over your baby's chest, admiring all of the scars that years of hero work had marked him with. "You're beautiful," you told him, leaning down for another kiss. 

You painted his chest with kisses and hickies, not caring if they'd be visible the next day. Let people stare. Let people know who your man belonged to. 

"I love these too," you ran your hand over his new stockings. "You know lace is my favourite." 

"Always the best for mommy," he purred back, pleased with himself as you explored his body. It had become familiar to you; you knew everywhere he was sensitive. You knew how to get him going, how to slow him down, and how to drive him wild. You shrugged off your own pyjamas and he let out a noise of approval, eyes taking in your curves. "You're stunning." He offered, looking absolutely awestruck. If his hands were free, they'd be all over you, but now was not his turn for control. 

You slid off your panties and tossed them off the bed, eyeing his body up with increasing lust, before suddenly straddling him and sinking down onto him with a small noise of discomfort. He let out a sharp noise of concern and pleasure, gasping. "You've gotta prep yourself!" He hissed, half-drunk on the tight squeeze. 

"Shut up," you answered, and picked up a brutal pace. He let out a strangled noise and arched up into your touch, gasping and whining and looking up at you with eyes clouded by lust as he gave harsh thrusts up into your welcoming body. His hands hardened and unhardened within their restraints, along with a line along his forehead. You wrapped your hands around his throat, and he tilted his head back to bare it to you. His moans crescendoed as you began to put pressure on him, canting your hips faster and faster. 

He was drunk off the lust singing in his veins and bent one of his knees to give you better leverage. You freed one of his hands from its restraint and it immediately flew to your hip to help you ride. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, and his breath came in desperate gasps. "Gonna cum!" he whined, blinking desperately up at you. "Please mommy! Please let me fucking cum I want to cum so bad!" he babbled, blinking his pretty crimson eyes up at you. 

You gently caressed his face and smiled down at him. You leaned in closer, giving him a deep kiss. "So do it," you growled. "Knock me up." 

His hips faltered and the absolute roar he let out at your challenge sent a pleased shiver through you. He ripped the other restraint right off of the bedframe (along with a chunk of the frame itself) and flipped you onto your back, all without pulling out of you. He kissed you ravenously, his hands squeezing every inch of you. He grabbed one of your tits in one hand as he reached his other down to play with your clit. He threw you over the edge, and as you came around him, his thrusts changed. They were sharp and purposeful as he poured everything he had into your body. 

"Mine," he growled out, sinking his fangs into the tender meat of your shoulder. He didn't dare move as the two of you came down from your highs but rolled the two of you back over so he didn't crush you. You laughed a little and cuddled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of a womb full of his cum and the delicious stretch of him inside of you, not to mention the feeling of utter safety that having his arms around you brought. "I love you." He purred, giving your forehead a kiss.  

"I love you too," you answered back, smiling up at him with tenderness. 

"Did you really mean it?" he traced his hands over your back, massaging your tender shoulders. "You want to start a family?" 

"Mhm," you nodded tiredly, before looking back up at him once again, echoing your earlier promise: "Anything for you, Baby." 

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[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

My Love| Echo pt 3

Note: i'll edit this later, my mouth hurts from wisdom teeth removal but wanted to get it out for you.

Warnings: No real warnings, but there is a semi spicey scene and mentions of nudity towards the end, but doesnt go into too far of detail. And Echo's legs are cannoned a bit lower than tcw meaning yes Echos got an ass, but his legs and thighs stuff like that are still metal so

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6

Master list

Y/n watched the boys try there food. They're faces lighting up as the room became silent, people busy digging into there food.

Y/n ate his own, his hand on Echo's thigh under the table, Echo's leg touching Y/n's.

"Ma'm this is way way! Better than rations!" Wrecker cheered.

"Im glad you like it so much, so tell me boys. What brought you over here?" Margie asked.

Hunter swallowed his food, "well we wanted to meet Echo's boyfriend Ma'm, we had no idea they had been dating for so long."

It was lucky for the group that talked they stayed together, near the head of the table where Margie sat, a small kid or two down from her.

"Echo's been nothing but a delight. To both my son and my family." Margie praised, "he's a good kid, Im assuming he gets it from his older brothers?"

"Oh...uh." Hunter spoke.

"He's older than us." Crosshair responded for the group.

"Oh?" She smiled, "you learn something new every day."

She looked at Y/n who nodded and smiled, "Yep."

"So where are you boys staying?" She asked.

Oh shit. Was the only thing Echo could think of. His brothers? Staying here?

"Oh we have our own place." Tech responded, "We live in a building complex called the Marauder."

Well that was a lie.

"Wait. Isn't that the name-" Y/n was cut off when Hunter kicked him.

"Ow.."

"Sorry. Foot must've slipped." Hunter responded his head slightly jolting towards the side, Echo was lost in his food, eating small spoon fulls, he was listening inteny even though he tried to cover his easedropping up.

"Oh! Yeah!" Y/n chuckled, Echo's frame slightly picking up.

"Oh. Nice place then?" Margie spoke.

"Oh..uh yeah. Decent..just a bit cramped but we don't mine." Hunter told, "we do alot of delivering off world too, so we work a decent amount...Echo! Echo here works the hardest. He may not be the strongest but he sure knows how to uh-"

"Pack a crate! And log the ports data. He's also a skilled mechanic!" Wrecker joined in.

What were they doing? Fake Prasing him? Why?

She smiled, "You boys seem like you like your jobs."

The boy's nodded, Y/n watched as Tech, Hunter and Wrecker hyped up Echo. The boy's trying to support Echo, "and you? Crosshair was it?"

Crosshair stopped from putting a spoonful in his mouth, "Oh. I.-" he looked at Echo infront of him, "I have a long way to go, a lot to learn."

"The youngest then?" She questioned.

"Yeah..." Crosshair responded bringing the food to his mouth.

"That's a sweet little bussniess you all have then," she congratulated, "We'd have to work with you one day, we have a business of our own."

"What's the bussniess if I may ask?" Tech questioned.

"Well our main bussniess is a food bussniess, you know selling buying, producing, but recently we've started a non-profit organization for battle droids."

"For battle droids? Clankers?" Wrecker asked.

"Thats what them clone boys call them," She smiled, "we basically rehab them, and send them back into the world, most as servants, translators. Small things."

"That's uh well..."

"I know I know. But here we believe that everything stands a chance." She contuined, "Echo has helped us alot on efficent repairs."

Echo nodded as he put a spoonful in his mouth.

"We have one that takes care of the animals in the small barn." Margie told, "Y/n! Have you showed them the animals dear?"

"No ma. This is only the second room they been in." Y/n informed.

"How dare you not give them a tour!" His mother spoke fake harshly, Y/n chuckling his mom soon following after.

"Oh mommy dearest I ask your humble apologies even though I don't deserve it. I suppose I'll sleep outside in the barn."

The two laughed as they smiled at one another.

"I'll show them around afterwords. Prepaired for your world to be rocked." He told the boys infront of him.

"Well I welcome you to the family boys. Its always a pleasure to have another few join the bunch!" She cheered.

"Thank you." Hunter spoke.

She smiled for a final time return to her food as did the others, small talk. Kids started asking to be excused, when excused they took there dishes and walked into the kitchen to clean there dishes and put them on the drying racks.

Echo finished before Y/n asking to be excused he got up with his dishes and went to clean them. Wrecker asked next, he being excused as he grabbed his own things and left.

Echo was along cleaning his dishes, his plate flat in the sink as he scrubbed the plate with one hand.

"Wanna hand?"

Echo turned his head, "oh. No. Im good."

Echo turned back towards his plates.

"Echo. Im. Im sorry." Wrecker apologized, "he's better than any lady you could date."

"Oh. Uh." Echo spoke, "thanks..."

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Wrecker told him.

Echo frowned, "I. I know Wrecker. I shouldn't of yelled at you."

"We've should of waited for you to explain."

Putting his dishes on the drying rack he turned to Wrecker who stood next to him, Wrecker's dishes sat on the counter patiently waiting for his turn.

"It's. Okay." Echo responded, "I, I forgive you, at the end of the day. I'm the only one dating him. Right?"

Wrecker smiled, "So. We're okay?"

Echo nodded, quickly being picked up in a hug as he chuckled, patting Wrecker's shoulder.

"Now do your dishes before Y/n's mom cuts your head off." Echo joked waving smally to him.

Echo walked back out, going down the hall and too the living room, the room filled with silence as he collected the cups from eariler.

Bent over setting all the cups down accordingly there was a whistle, a soft one, not loud enough for anyone to hear if they weren't in the room.

"Would you look at that ass." Y/n spoke, Echo standing straight as he turned around, "aren't you a gifted fellow?"

Echo chuckled, "You should be careful what you say in here."

It was Y/n's turn to chuckle.

"Why's that?"

"Why do you think?" Echo questioned as he watched Y/n walk forward, grabbing his hips and pulling Echo closer.

"All I do is tell the truth," Y/n smiled.

Echo's arms drapped on Y/n's shoulder's, Y/n holding his hips.

"Now this is something we shouldn't be doing in here." Y/n teased.

Echo smiled, "One kiss never hurt anyone?"

"Oh?"

Y/n smiled, leaning down kissing Echo. His hand running through Y/n's hair, Y/n pulled away from Echo, foreheads resting on one another.

"I love you." Y/n told him.

"I love you too." Echo smiled.

Y/n pulled him into a short kiss, "You wanna sit on my lap again baby?"

"Gladly-" Echo was cut off again with a kiss, a chuckle filling his mouth from Y/n.

"Get a damn room!"

Y/n pulled away, glaring at the teen.

"Well Enzo. I am in a room! So get out of it!" Y/n argued, Echo's head in Y/n's shoulder.

"Well mom wants you to give those guys a tour." Enzo responded.

"Alright." Y/n spoke, turning back to Echo, "Later baby."

Echo was give a kiss on the lips, Y/n grabbed the tray.

"I can do that," Echo spoke stopping Y/n.

"How about you can do this one day, when we have our own home." Y/n spoke, "you know when we're married and have a little farm."

Echo flushed deeply, a farm? With him and Y/n all by themselves? Sounded...sounded. amazing.

Y/n pulled away from him tray in hand, "come on let's give that tour."

Echo followed Y/n dropping off the tray and then taking the boys around, introducing them to all the kids, big, medium small to twilek, zabrack, human to torguata. All of diffrent personalities. Some reading on there bed, some working out, some listening to music, others playing with dolls and action figures.

And then there was his room, nothing special, Echo and his favorite record in sitting still as the song had finished, a box of records tucked under the small table the record player sat on. The sheets a dark purple his pillow cases a matching dark blue a window at the far end.

"Please come in." Y/n responded offering them to come in and look around.

They filed in, the room fitting all them comfortably.

"It's quiet simple," Tech explained, "Your personality is a bit more bubbly so I was expecting something wild."

"Like that?" Crosshair questioned.

"Like what?" Tech responded turning around to face the wall behind them.

The wall was filled with photos, drawings and dried flowers, a vintage theme, branching off into its sub groups.

"There it is." Tech repsonded adjusting his glasses.

"Please feel free to look around." Y/n responded.

Crosshair stood next to Wrecker as they looked at the photos.

"Hey! It's Echo! Look!" Wrecker cheered as Crosshair peered over, the photo of Echo asleep on the couch, kids knocked out with him, "and Kamino!"

"How's you get a picture of Kamino?" Hunter questioned now also looking at the photos.

"Echo here got it for me." Y/n smiled as Echo rubbed the back of his head, "Its not just my memories up there- Hey! Lets get our own photo up there!"

Y/n got up going over to his desk as he lifted the top up pulling the old porloroid out.

"Echo." Crosshair spoke as the clone came over, "wanna explain this one?"

Echo looked at the photo, he clearly knocked out in Y/n's bed, his back bare hinting towards what had happened before hand, the blanket covering to his mid back and down, his arms tucked under a pillow permentatly fluffing it up as his cheek was baired into it.

"Not bad." Crosshair spoke nudging his brother, he was trying.

"Here is is new film and all." Y/n smiled going towards the group, "Come on! Gather around."

Y/n smiled as the group akwardly grouped together infront of the window. Looking at the group he rushed over, pushing them closer together.

"It'll be on a timer so I only have a few seconds." Y/n told them walking back over, "ready?"

"Uh sure?"

Y/n quickly pushed the button rushing over to the group, he quickly stood next to Echo. There was a click as Y/n rushed back over. The photo coming out the bottom as Tech rushed over intrested.

"Oh nice its comin through already." Y/n smiled, soon waving the square around as he walked over to his desk picking out a red and black thumb tack.

"Hmm..." y/n spoke rushing over to the wall looking around, "hah! Echo come here! Help me put this up."

Echo walked over as the boys watched him hand Echo the image and tack.

"See right there." Y/n pointed a spot above the door, dead center towards the ceiling.

"We'll move this one." Y/n said pulling up an old photo besides the light switch "up there."

Handing Echo the old photo they swapped Y/n pinning the new one with the group with a smile.

"Ready?"

"Yeah-"

Echo was grabbed by the legs, Y/n picking him up as Y/n grabbed the back off his thighs.

"A bit higher." Echo spoke as Y/n pulled his arms back, tight on Echo's thighs he pushed the clone upward, his thighs now trapping Y/n's face as Y/n's hands vanished behind Echo's kama skirt.

"Got it?" Y/n asked his chin resting at Echo's belt.

"Yeah." Echo spoke, his face red as he cleared his throat.

"Ready?'

"No- Y/n-" He spoke as Y/n laughed walking towards his bed, "Y/n! Y/n! I'll kill you don't- Ah!-"

Y/n tossed the trooper on the bed he bouncing as he let out a grunt, Y/n only chuckled turning back towards the boys, "come on i'll show you that barn they were talking about."

Y/n lead the boys along to the backyard, showing them the small barn his father worked on fixing a small animals leg, waving a B-1 droid showed up in a happy matter the others ready to fight.

"Master Y/n!"

"Please Y/n is fine B." Y/n smiled, "Boys this is B. He helps with the animals."

With an akward introduction the batchers kept there distance, but with the end of the small barn came the end of the tour. It now late in the hours of the day as the boys made there way our. Excusing themselves for the night.

"You'll have to come back." Y/n smiled.

"If its okay with Echo and your mother. " Hunter spoke, "and you of course."

"We'd be delighted to have you again." Y/n smiled, "Please. Come anytime with Echo. Or by yourselves. We're open doors."

Hunter nodded, the batch saying there goodbyes and thanks once more. They started there way away from the home, Tech staying back, "I suppose not all regs are regular after all. And that's good."

With his last comment Tech rushed to join the others.

Echo stayed behind with Y/n who smiled as the boys vanished.

"Now. That we're. Alone." Y/n teased.

"Alone? Really in this house?" Echo teased back.

Y/n chuckled, "as alone as we can be."

Echo smiled as Y/n closed the door.

"I'll go make some more milk and honey, you. Go get ready to cuddle." Y/n ordered playfully.

"Thats something I can do."

Him and Y/n unfortunately went separate ways, Y/n cleaning the cups and pot setting them to dry as one of the old B-1 droids would put the mass of dishes away during the night.

He pulled out another pot, putting it on the stove filled with the sweet liquid he wipped the tray clean, putting a fresh set of cookies on a small plate and two cups. Just in time as the pot started to whistle, pulling it off the stove he turned the gas off and went to his room.

Holding the tray in one hand he opened his door, "hey hope you didn't miss me too..."

Y/n's frame filling the door way, but froze seeing Echo's bare back facing him, a blanket sat high waisted on him as Y/n quickly stepped in, quiet with his steps he locked the door behind him, Echo now standing up and facing Y/n the blanket still around his waist.

"I uh..." Echo responded with a flush, "thought...you might like this first..."

Y/n flushed as Echo dropped the blanket, setting the tray on the nearest surface big enough, the floor flush against the wall besides the door, he walked over, kicking his shoes off in the process.

"Baby you have no idea how much I like this." Y/n told him, Echo's gaze away.

Maker. Y/n took his thumb to Echo's chin, Y/n's soft skin lightly tapping up Echo's chin to look up at him. Holding Echo's chin in place with his thumb and index finger Y/n smiled smally, his eyes filled with love for the pale male infront of him.

"Y/n. I..." Echo trailed off.

"Shh..." Y/n hushed softly, his thumb running down Echo's lip and back to his chin, "You don't have to say anything..."

Echo raised on his toes, leaning up to kiss Y/n, Y/n leaned down, the first kiss was almost shy, there lips only pressing together in sweet presence of one another. The small kiss leaving Echo breathless. They pulled away shortly. Another one soon be initiated, Y/n nudging Echo to sit down softly, he following Echo's movements, Y/n sitting besides him, the kissing barely any more intense, Echo swinging a leg over Y/n's straddling the taller male.

Y/n held the small of Echo's back, the two's makeout session growing in heat as Y/n's hands running down Echo's back and to his ass, where he gladly let his hands rest of Echo's warm skin while they kissed.

It was soon for breathe they pulled away, Y/n attaching himself to Echo's neck. Echo's hand through Y/n's hair as he hummed against Echo's pale skin, earing a soft mewel.

"Y/n...take me...take me away..." Echo whispered, Y/n laying Echo down on his back, his lips never movinv from Echo's shoulder.

"Take me away...Y/n..." Echo meweled softly, the words spilling from Echo's vocal cords once again.

Y/n stopped momentarily to lean up into Echo's ear, "only if I can come along baby..."

The night was filled with passion, hair being pulled in pleasure, moans dripping off each others lips, ripped from there vocal cords in call for the other one. Pleads drawn from the bottom as Echo left a few new scratch marks on Y/n's back, along with a line of hickeys following Y/n's collar blade to sholder. Y/n did the same, leaving hickies along Echo's body, where skin met metal.

Echo laid flat on his stomach now, his head turned towards Y/n. Y/n held a stupid large smile on his face, his finger's interlaced with Echo's.

"That was somethin else babe." Y/n told him softly, "Parched after the time of your life?"

Echo chuckled as Y/n pulled himself up, and out of bed. Echo receiving a pleasent veiw of Y/n's behind with one side having present marks, they currently defined and fresh, marks both darker and lighter spotted Y/n's back, mostly towards his shoulder and nape of his neck.

Echo watched Y/n pick up the tray and make his way back to the bed setting it on the nightstand, climbing back in the covers as Echo nuzzle up to Y/n.

"Clingy now are we? Let me pour you a cup atleast." Y/n chuckled.

Pouring them both cups Echo was handed one cold cup, "Thanks."

"Mhmm," Y/n acknowledged the two cuddled up, "shame its cold. Must sat for too long, needy thing arent you?"

Echo flustered, but took a risk himself, "Could still be longer."

"Oh? And what are you gonna do that I haven't done to you?" Y/n teased, Echo took a heavy drink, hoping it would bring him energy later taking Y/n's he sat it on the nightstand next to his own side of the bed.

Echo pushed Y/n onto the bed flat, the covers still hiding Y/n's lower half.

"I haven't rode you." Echo told boldly.

Y/n smirked up at him, "You're right you haven't,"

Echo's leg's swinging over Y/n, "Think you can handle me?" Echo questioned.

Y/n chuckled, "Baby you have no idea what I'd endure for you." Y/n sat up, holding Echo's face with a hand.

"Lets see then." Echo responded Y/n biting his lip as he pushed the covers down with a foot.

Y/n was pulled into a kiss, his hands running up and down Echo's back as Echo pushed him to the bed, the kiss never breaking.

Read the Next Part here if you like smut or stay generally sfw here

[seiyasabi]

きつね (Fox)

(I wanted to try something different and write a few Romaji (ローマ字) words in Hiragana (ひらがな)! I promise it won’t be throughout the fic, but I thought it would be fun for those learning Japanese to practice :)) 

Here’s a !DARK! Kitsune (きつね) Kakyoin (かきょいん) x Female Reader story! Please proceed with extreme caution! 

TW: !NONCON!, !Foul Dirty talk!, !breeding kink!, !knotting!, !Size kink!, use of pepper spray!, you’re in the forest!,!no prep!, !gagging!,  !predator/prey elements!, violence!, mentions of blood and small wounds!, !mentions of drug use and alcohol! (Not you or in detail),  etc.. 

I’m sorry if this is too OOC!) 

“Go to the forest, they said, it’ll be fun, they said,” You grumble to yourself, nearly tripping over a stray tree root. All you want to do is get out of this damn forest and pass out in your dormitory bed, but it seems like Mother Nature has another plan for you. 

Currently, you’re regretting going into the creepy woods near your college. You’d only gotten to this college a few months prior, having transferred from your college in (prefecture/country) to one in rural Japan, and you thought this would be a fun experience. Your new friends claimed that the parties at a certain campground were wild and entertaining, but so far, you’d only seen a few drunken fights, you watched a girl snort a line off of another girls’ chest, and were almost shoved into the bonfire. After all of this, and the fact that your friends left you alone, you decided it was time to head home. 

But, as it turns out, you walked in the opposite direction of the parking lot, getting yourself absolutely lost in the hauntingly beautiful forest. Cursing yourself for your stupidity, you tried to bring up google maps, only to be stopped by that godforsaken icon of ‘no service.’ 

So, you opted for your phone’s flashlight, trying in vain to figure out where was North and where was South. 

“Fucking hell, I know I didn’t walk too far from the campsite, how did I get so lost?” Stumbling once again, you almost fall flat on your face, only to be stopped by a pale hand. The slender, long fingered hand grips the fat of your forearm in a firm grasp, holding you up. Seeing this, a horrified scream leaves your lips before you can stop it, thinking that the thing in front of you was an Onryō. 

Looking up, you’re suddenly face to face with a large, breathtaking man in a red and white kimono. His long, red hair is twisted into an intricate updo, highlighting his sharp jawline. That, in turn, shows off his dangling earrings, which just barely brush his cheek. His purple eyes twinkle in your phone’s flashlight, a small smirk quirking his full lips. 

“Hello there,” The redhead's voice is smooth, sounding like whipped butter personified, “Are you lost?” 

Knowing better than to expose your vulnerability, you shake your head no, “O-oh, no, sir. I’m just heading back to the party. I’m sorry if I bothered you,” You try to wrench your arm from his grip, but he seemingly grabs on harder. 

“There’s no need to lie, I heard your grumblings a few moments ago. I’ve also watched your sorry attempts of hiking through the foliage, and I’d be happy to help,” You eye him suspiciously, not trusting him for a second. 

“No thank you. I’m not so sure I trust a weird man alone in the forest. I hope you understand,” He laughs at your words, sounding like wind chimes. You shift your feet in discomfort, wondering what is so funny about your cautious words. 

“Don’t be silly. There’s a temple near here that I upkeep, and I was walking to the parking lot to head to a 7/11 near here. I’m heading in the same direction as you, so-“ He continues to speak, but you don’t hear a word. You never mentioned the parking lot, and if he was heading there, you’re pretty sure he would’ve just used a path that you carelessly disregarded. Noticing your sudden change of discomfort to extreme fear, he tries to comfort you, “Why that look? I promise I won’t hurt you. Here, why don’t you come to the temple and-“ 

You don’t give him time to manipulate you, suddenly whipping out your gel pepper spray. Chucking the cap in a random direction, you check that the nozzle is facing him, before spraying at full blast. A loud bark-like scream echoes through the air, as you’re suddenly released by his iron grip. Shoving him over, you start to sprint in the direction you just came from.  

“Come back here!” The red haired man yells, a deep growl reverberating through his chest. That urges you to run faster. Flashlight aimed at the ground, you leap and hop over foliage and debris, trying your hardest to evade the freak of a man currently after you. You can hear his footsteps behind you, the forest suddenly silent. 

Your body runs cold at the realisation; just what is this man, and why are the critters so afraid of him? 

Not deciding to find out, you then run in a zigzag fashion, trying to get him off of your tail. The crunch of sticks and leaves are constant, the loudest ones being the hulking man behind you. 

“You can’t outrun me, Pretty Girl!” 

Your chase goes on for a while longer, until you see the unmistakable light of a fire. This causes you to go faster, the idea of safety appealing. 

But, unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice the undeniable silence ahead of you. When you left, the music was practically earth shattering, along with the chatter of inebriated college kids and the loud noise of their cars and motorcycles. 

When you reach the fire, you’re greeted with the sight of a dark wooden structure. It’s a temple, but it looks a lot bigger than a normal Shintō one. In fact, it looks straight out of the fantasy anime your roommate made you watch with her. 

Taking your chances with the forest, you turn to run back into the dark green foliage, only to be tackled back first onto the stick covered dirt below. The twigs stab into your uncovered covered skin, drawing blood, as the kimono clad man above you pants in both pain and anger. 

He brings his face close to yours, making you turn yours away from his with a whimper. His warm breath fans across your uncovered neck, his purple eyes practically glowing down at you. The white around his irises are bright red and teary, showing the effect your weapon has against him. In the lightly you notice two flattened ears on the top of his head, making you gasp in surprise and confusion. Was this a guardian of the Forest? Or was this a demon here to steal your soul? 

“Why must you hurt me? I haven’t done anything to you,” He sounds somewhat hurt that you maced him, but who could blame you? If some creep approaches you in the forest, you fight first, ask questions later. 

“Why are you coming after me? There’s no reason for you to chase after me,” One of his rough hands grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His mouth is parted slightly, his sharp teeth glinting in the fire light as his face twists into a smirk. 

“It’s always fun chasing after prey,” He leans in closer, lips just barely touching yours, “Especially when the prey is as adorable as you. Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way; if you let me have you, we can go at your pace. If you don’t, I’ll take you however I want.” 

To say you’re shocked is an understatement, “Wha-what do you mean, ‘take me’? Didn’t you just say that you’re going to eat me?” 

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I’m still quite full from the meal I had earlier. I should thank those villagers; without them, I wouldn’t have been able to eat those delicious friends of yours,” All blood leaves your face, did he just say that he ate-

Looking at his kimono, you realise that the red isn’t a pattern at all; it’s blood splatter! 

“Oh my god,” You place a shaking hand on his chest, trying to push him away, “What the fuck? Holy shit- is that why the forest is so quiet? They know it’s your feeding time? Holy fuck-“ He silences you with a heated kiss, practically forcing his tongue down your throat. Lithe hands grope at your cropped tank top covered breasts, trying to squeeze the fat underneath, only to be blocked by your push up bra. Shoving with your entire weight, you’re still unable to force him off of you. Without thinking, you bite down on his tongue, drawing out another bark of pain from the ginger. 

That gives you enough time to breathe and regain your composure. Trying to wiggle out from underneath the muscular male, you’re quickly lifted and flipped onto your front, face pressed against the dirty ground. 

“My mother always told me that females are hard to get, but I never knew it would be this painful,” He spits a mouthful of blood out onto the ground near your head, making you cringe away from that spot, scraping your chest against a particularly sharp twig. A small yelp escapes your throat at the pain, trying in vain to use your arms as a barrier against the sticks and stones below you, “Awe, did my pretty girl hurt herself? That’s okay, I’ll still think that you’re pretty.” 

“Get off of me! What are you trying to do? If you’re going to eat me, get over with it already!” Finally being able to push yourself up onto your forearms, you try to buck him off of you, only to hear a high pitched whine echo out from behind you. Freezing in surprise, you peek at him from, only to be met with a ruby red face. 

“Did you know that foxes go through a mating season?” 

“What the hell does that have to do with any-?” You’re suddenly shoved back onto the floor, tits practically spilling out of your top. 

“I’m going to breed your empty womb, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re going to bear me many cute pups, and you’re going to stay here with me until the end of your days.” 

“Go find some female kitsune! I don’t want to have your babies!” Your stomach scrapes painfully against stones below you, dripping more blood onto the dirt. 

“But that’s the thing- you don’t get a choice, Pretty Pretty. You clearly can’t care for yourself! You got lost in the woods, for Gods’ sake! Now, obey your mate, and let me in,” He looks down at your cute mini-skirt, and flips it over your ass, exposing your emerald green thong. His cool fingers ghost over your unblemished ass cheeks, a hitched breath echoing through the Kitsune’s chest, “Oh, pretty girl, did you wear this for me? How did you know my favourite colour?” 

“Get off of me! I didn’t do any-“ He suddenly rips your panties from your cute cunt, before shoving them into your open mouth. You try to spit it out, but are unable to. Tears gather in your eyes, as you start to cry. This strange man is about to do the worst thing a person can do, and he doesn’t seem to care about your feelings. 

“Don’t cry, I’ll take care of you and our pups,” He spreads your legs open, giving him easier access to your soft pussy, “Ah, there’s your pretty cunt. Everything about you is so pretty, aren’t you lucky? If it weren’t for that and your perfect fertile womb, I would’ve eaten you.” 

He kneels on your shins, shoving down your front, arching your ass up into the air. 

“You smell amazing. It’s like your body is just calling for my thick seed. Don’t worry, Pretty Girl,

I’ll give it to you.” 

You hear his kimono shift, most likely pulling out his cock. This makes you choke on your sobs, as you try to pretend that this moment isn’t happening. That some monster of the forest isn’t about to breed you full of his-

A scream escapes your throat the moment you feel his wet cock head against your unprepared pussy. You thought he’d at least prepare your cunt, but it seems that he’s trying to go in dry. He grunts when he feels you starting to thrash, using the hand that once held his cock to smack your ass harshly. 

“Stop it. You can’t change my mind! Jotaro will be so jealous when he finds out I got the most beautiful, fertile, and resourceful mate. Now, hold still,” You don’t understand what he’s talking about, but you can’t help but feel shame. You know his friend’s name, but not his own! The least your rapist could do is tell you his name! As if sending this, he rubs one of your ass cheeks reassuringly, “I suppose you’d like to know your mate’s name, huh? I’m Noriaki Kakyoin. There’s no need for you to say your name, I heard you introduce yourself to those… disgusting humans earlier. But don’t worry, you won’t have to deal with them ever again.” 

He releases your ass in favour of gripping his cock once more, pushing its tip into you with some trouble. You scream through your makeshift gag, the pain of him pushing in feeling like he’s tearing your pussy apart. 

“Awe, are you a virgin? My mom always said a female’s first time is painful,” You want to shove a stick up his ass unlubed! Let’s see how he likes getting something forced inside of him without preparation! “But don’t worry, you should feel good once I’m fully inside.” 

With that, he forces himself in until he’s fully seated inside of you. Another scream escapes your throat, as you feel a small rivulet of blood dribble from your now torn cunt. By this point, you’re hyperventilating in pain, anxiety, and fear. This man is so thick, that you’re pretty sure your pussy will never go back to its original size ever again. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I knew you were the right one for me,” When he starts to move, that’s when one of your hands claws at one of his that’s resting on your hip. You feel his skin break under your nails, as you try in vain to make him stop. It feels like he’s splitting you in two! “Does my pretty girl feel good?” You shake your head rapidly, drowning in your pained sobs, “Don’t lie, I feel you getting wet.” 

Can’t he smell that that’s blood? 

You hiccup and wheeze, tears and snot dripping down your pretty face into the dirt. When he starts to buck his hips, you feel like you’re going to throw up. His cock is so heavy inside you, that you feel like he’s rearranging your guts. 

“I feel the opening of your womb on my tip, it’s almost like you’re trying to suck my cock into it!” Kakyoin starts to move his hips faster, making your body go limp. It’s almost like your body is going into shock at the severe pain you’re in, “You sure want my pups, even if you claim you don’t. I’m so close to filling you with my seed, so you won’t have to wait any longer to be filled!” 

He bucks into you at top speed, his own hips crashing into yours harshly. His heavy sack smacks against your ignored clit, sending small jolts of pleasure through your body. But, it’s not enough to make this easier for you. Your pussy is barely producing any slick, making this a lot harder for you to handle. The next time this happens, you know there’s going to be a next time, you should probably explain to him how to prepare you for his horse cock. 

��Shit, shit, I’m gonna fill you up, Pretty Girl. I’m going to make you heavy with five pups, hell, maybe even fifteen! Then once you have them, I’ll fill you up with even more! Doesn’t that sound nice? Your womb will never be lonely again!” 

He thrusts into you with three more powerful thrusts, before slamming his entire length inside of you at once. The head of his cock is right up against your womb, so when his entire length starts to swell, you can practically feel it prying at your cervix. More fat tears rain down your face in this rivulets, your fingers digging into the dirt, cutting up your nimble hands. Kakyoin grunts and growls in a deep voice, savouring the way your walls throw around him in pain. 

Whilst his cock is fully swollen, he releases all the cum he has into you. The large amount of seed isn’t all able to force its way into your cervix, causing it to pool in the canal of your cunt, bloating your stomach out slightly. 

“I can practically smell my seed taking. Your perfect body is accepting me very well, Pretty Pretty. I told you that we’re mates, and this just proves it,” he strokes your head softly, trying to console you as you continue to cry. At this point, he starts to become concerned, why haven’t you stopped crying? “What’s wrong? Didn’t you cum?” 

When you don’t shake or nod your head, he releases one of your hips, in favour of yanking your panties out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe with ease and finally speak. 

“You’re such a Monster,” You sob, face pressed against the cool packed dirt below you, “I-I can’t believe you-if you were going to rape me why didn’t you prepare me?” He makes a small whimpering noise, not quite understanding your gripe. 

“What do you mean?” You start to cry even harder, almost making yourself sick. 

“My pussy is torn open! I’m bleeding! The only one who felt nice is you!” You start to gag, unable to catch your breath properly without somewhat choking on your spit and snot, “Now I’m pregnant with your rape babies, and-and it hurts so bad! Get out of me!” 

You try to yank yourself off of his inflated cock, but he quickly stops you, trying not to hurt you even more. Looking down, he sees a large pool of blood below the place the both of you are connected. He gasps in shock. Sure, he knew that some girls bleed their first time, but this doesn’t look right! 

“What-why are you bleeding so much?” 

“Because you tore me open! I hate you! I hate you! I wish you just killed me!” 

Whilst he’s still stuck inside you, you continue to cry, which makes him feel even worse. He can’t believe that he hurt you so severely. This was never his intention, after all, both parties are supposed to feel good, are they not? 

But now, he’ll never be able to make you love him. 

How could you love someone as monstrous as him? 

[pluviophile-imagines]

3 for bakugo or todoroki

I decided to do Bakugo for this, & then I got this ask after I closed the prompts for this event so I decided to go ahead and do it because it’s actually one of only two Halloween-related ones and I was planning to make this Werewolf!Bakugo anyway lol. This is a fun little AU that just kinda swaps quirks for supernatural creatures, loosely based off of a bunch of campy halloween stuff like Halloweentown and Sabrina The Teenage Witch. Also, the werewolves have destined mates like those dumb Wattpad novels, because sometimes tropes are fun and cute. Also this is THREE TIMES AS LONG AS I MEANT TO MAKE ALL OF THESE but ive also gotten like five??? individual asks for it 😭😭😭so y’all better not let it flop.

3: kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s

Though you’ve known Bakugo pretty much your whole life, there’s a lot about werewolves that you don’t know.

If he were a different person, he probably wouldn’t be telling you at 5:47 on his 21st birthday that he’s apparently supposed to figure out who his soulmate is going to be tonight. If he weren’t so closed off, even to his best friend of over a decade and a half, then perhaps you wouldn’t be having this conversation, and perhaps it wouldn’t feel quite like pulling teeth.

“You have a soulmate?” is really all you can say, because most of your mental capacity is going towards keeping the sob in the back of your throat from being audible.

“Yeah,” he grunts. He’s not even looking at you, because he’s holding his phone in one hand and he’s scrolling through it, and though the two of you are sitting on opposite sides of the couch he has your feet in his lap, free arm wrapped all the way around them like he doesn’t want you to leave. “It’s… I dunno. Kinda cool, I guess.”

“All of you have soulmates?”

“Well, yeah. You witches don’t?”

You wrinkle your nose, trying your hardest to ignore the burning at the backs of your eyes. “No. We don’t.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see him purse his lips, as if troubled by the revelation. “Huh. How d’you know who’s the one, then?”

“We just. Figure it out? I guess. Is this why you’ve never dated anyone?”

“Yeah. Not really interested in anyone but my destined.”

He says it so easily, but you know him well enough to understand. He likes the idea of a soulmate; he’s looking forward to figuring out who they are tonight. Who would have guessed that he was a romantic?

It’s awful. It makes your chest burn. You’d only come to terms with your crush on the guy two months ago. Now he’s gonna be taken from you by some random person he’s never met?

No, you suppose, he’s always belonged to them. That’s how it works, right?

“D’you know who it’ll be?”

“Hah? No, dumbass, if I did that would defeat the purpose.” Bakugo pauses, glancing over at you with just his eyes, then darting them away just as fast. It’s probably just a trick of the light, but you could swear he blushes a little as he mumbles, “I know who I want it to be, though.”

Your eyes widen and you lean up, pulling your legs back (ignoring the way his hands tense before letting them go as if he wants to hold on) so that you can kneel on them right next to him. “Who?”

“Not happening.”

“Bakugo,” you whine, drawing out the last syllable of his name.

“I’m not telling you, brat.”

You lean forward, prodding at his cheek. “Is it Mina?”

“No.”

“Jirou?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Kirishima?”

Bakugo growls out your name, a warning, but you don’t pull away, getting even closer until you’re practically draped over him.

“Todoroki?”

He grabs you, whipping towards you as his arms fly up to wrap around your waist and yank you off him, tossing you back to your side of the couch as you shriek in laughter. He’d never hurt you, you know, and roughhousing like this is hardly new in your friendship; plus, well, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been hoping to feel his big, warm hands like this. Despite all his surprises tonight, he’s still all too predictable, and you’d seen this coming a mile away.

What you don’t see coming is him pausing, braced with one arm against the couch all too close to you, holding his torso over you with his head right above yours. And he stares, those crimson eyes unreadable with an expression you’ve never seen before, locked entirely on you.

You can feel his chest rising and falling steadily against yours, and your own eyes are drawn to where his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. You’re frozen, unable to move though you’d hardly want to anyway, and it hits you like a brick what he’s really been saying the whole night.

You open your mouth to speak, but then the hazy tension is shattered by the shrill sound of his phone.

Bakugo lunges away, pulls back with inhuman werewolf speed, grabbing his phone as he leaps to his feet. “‘S my mom, sundown’s soon, I have to go.”

“Wait, Bakugo—”

“See ya tomorrow, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, already half out the door.

“Katsuki,” you try, desperate, and it makes him freeze.

The door is open, his knuckles are pale with how tight he’s gripping the knob, but as much as you’ve tried it’s not enough. He’s gone without another word.

You don’t get to sleep that night.

It’s dumb; he’ll lecture you in the morning as he tells you all about his perfect amazing werewolf destined—that was what he’d called it, right? You prefer soulmate. Mate is a wolf thing anyway—who he’s spending all night with, running around in the forest howling at the moon and making out or whatever.

You stay out in the den, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped around you, ice cream in your lap, and an old movie playing that you’re not really listening to because you’ve been too wrapped up in your own head.

For an instant, you’d been so sure. A mere moment of absolute certainty that he was just as in love with you as you are him, that your oblivious pining for years was actually reciprocated. In the hours since he’d pinned you to the couch, you’d convinced yourself otherwise.

Imagine your surprise when there’s a frantic knocking at your door.

It startles you, making you jump about ten feet up in the air, and you freeze on the couch with wide eyes and a gaping mouth staring directly at the solid wood that seems to be shaking in its hinges. You’re halfway to casting a protection charm when a familiar gruff voice shouts your name from outside.

“I know you’re awake, I can hear you in there! Open the damn door!”

You glance at the time to find that it’s just under fifteen minutes to midnight. Awfully soon for him to be done, but you rise from your spot on the couch with the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders and move to let Bakugo in.

“Coming,” you say, not bothering to be loud because you know he can hear even the shifting of your clothes beneath the blanket.

He looks downright feral when you open the door, panting slightly, hair mussed up, eyes wild. But when he sees you, they light up, happy and excited like a damn puppy.

“Are you drunk?”

“Uh… kinda?”

“...Magical bullshit?”

He nods, a rough toss of his head to affirm. “Ancient rituals. Tipsy’s more accurate, if anything. Figured out who my destined is.”

“And you came to me? Shouldn’t you be with your soulmate, then?”

Bakugo blinks, clearly stunned, barking out a burst of laughter before shaking his head. “You’re somethin’ dumbass.”

You go to respond, more than a little insulted because he’s been acting so fucking weird all day and he has the nerve to say you’re being dumb, but any retort is flung from your mind as he steps forward and puts his hands on your arms.

Leaning in until your noses are practically touching, he speaks. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

“H—huh?” you stutter out, heart stopping and mind reeling with his words.

“I wanted it to be you. And it’s you.” His hands slide down your arms to meet yours. “You’re my destined.”

There’s so much more to say, so much to ask him, everything ranging from but I’m a witch, how is that possible to so we could have been fucking dating this whole time but he doesn’t let you speak, clearly too overjoyed and inebriated, and you’re not entirely opposed when he yanks you in with exactly the level of roughness you’d imagine from him and kisses you.

And finally, finally, after a decade and a half of wanting to (longer than you even knew what kissing was), you can melt into him.

You believe him then, not that you particularly doubted. It’s like his lips are the missing piece to a puzzle, one you’ve been looking for your whole life. He holds you up with ease, werewolf strength coming in handy, as one hand laces with your own and the other darts to the small of your back. He’d be holding you closer, but you’re literally as close as you could be, body curving against him as his taller form hunches over you.

He kisses you far more sweetly than you’d have expected; no teeth or tongue but still all passion, heavy palm and fingers splayed across your back as the other hand pulls you and grounds you. It’s heated and it makes you forget that you’re both standing in the middle of the open front door at midnight.

You’re both reluctant to break away, you can tell because you both linger a little, bodies frozen as the kiss is followed by one, two, three more just as feverish but decreasing in length. Then the two of you pull away for real (not by much, no, he’s holding you far too intensely for you to get far) and you stumble backwards pulling him by his shirt into your home. He gets the hint, following and shutting the door behind you but not letting either of you make it very far beyond.

“All right,” you say finally, breathless both from the kiss and from giddy laughter bubbling up within you, “all right, you’re my soulmate.”

Bakugo kisses you again.

[alisonsfics]

Secret Santa🎄

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: “Omg spencer and secret Santa!!” - @wesleeporstudy

Word Count: 1.9k

You walked into JJ’s office. The team was doing a secret santa exchange for the holidays. JJ had volunteered to be in charge of picking who each person’s secret santa was.

“Hey JJ, I’m here for my assignment” you said, jokingly acting like JJ was your teacher. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” JJ repeated while scanning the list for your name. You waited patiently as she found it. “Oh here it is, you are Derek’s secret santa” she told you, smiling.

“How much do I have to bribe you to find out who my secret santa is?” You asked her, smirking. “Not going to happen, Scrooge. Stop trying to ruin the holiday spirit” JJ said, sticking her tongue out at you.

You laughed and left JJ’s office. You were already trying to think of gift ideas for Derek. You loved Derek and he was one of your closest friends, but you had no idea what to get him. You ran into Spencer in the hallway, as you were going back to your desk.

“Spencer! There you are” you said, lighting up when you saw him. Reid gave you a warm smile and waved at you. “I need some advice” you told him, simply. He looked shocked to say the least. “Only if that’s okay” you said, backtracking. “No, of course it’s okay. I’m just not used to people asking me for advice. Normally they ask Derek or someone” he expressed, honestly.

“Well this is about Derek. I don’t know what to get him for secret santa” you told Spencer. You hoped he would have a good idea. “Oh well umm, he’s been talking about some football game that’s coming up. Maybe you could get him tickets to go see that” Spencer suggested.

Your eyes lit up, that was the perfect gift idea. “Oh my god, Spence! That’s it, it’s perfect” you told him, excitedly. You wrapped your arms around his body. You could feel his body shake as he laughed. Then he put his arms around you. He gave you a quick squeeze and then you both pulled away.

You saw the slightest blush in Spencer’s cheeks after you both pulled away. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you really saw it. There was a part of you that was sure you had made it up.

You had the biggest crush on Spencer. You thought that everything he did was perfect. It was pretty obvious to everyone on the team, everyone except Spencer.

Spencer had been pining over you for years and just could never get the guts to ask you out.

“I should get going, I have to go see JJ” he said, awkwardly. “Oh for secret santa! Good luck, just hope that you don’t get Hotch. He’s probably the hardest to shop for” you told him, giggling. You saw Reid let out a light laugh at your joke.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” he said, and then walked past you. You had a cheesy grin on your face as Reid walked away. But, you just couldn’t help it.

-One week later-

You were sitting at your desk, filling out paperwork. You saw Morgan stand up and walk into the kitchen. Now was your chance.

You stood up and quickly walked over to Morgan’s desk. You placed the envelope on his desk and then quickly walked back to your desk, so he wouldn’t catch you in the act.

You continued doing your paperwork and acted inconspicuous when Morgan came back in the room. “Well would you look at that” Morgan said, to himself. “What’s that?” Emily asked, curiously. “My secret santa got me tickets to the game. But it’s two tickets, who wants to go with me?” Morgan asked the rest of team.

“Sorry I’m booked solid” Emily said, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t really do sports” Spencer said, causing Emily to laugh. “What about you, Y/N?” Derek asked you. You looked up from your paperwork.

“Well— ” you said, thinking about if you were busy or not. “She has plans” Spencer said, quickly. You were shocked by what he said to say the least. You most certainly did not have plans.

You spun around to face Spencer. “I do?” You asked him, raising your eyebrow at him. “Pretty boy, what are you talking about? Y/N looks as confused as I am. What are these magical plans that she doesn’t even know about?” Morgan teased Spencer.

“It’s umm— it’s nothing” Spencer said, looking back down at his book. Then it clicked, Spencer was jealous. Could it really be that Reid liked you back?

There was only one way to find out. “Reid, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to the game with Morgan” you said, hoping that would get a reaction.

Morgan smirked at you, realizing what you were doing. He walked over to you. “That sounds great, babygirl” Morgan said, knowing the nickname would make Reid even more jealous. Morgan came up behind you, and rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Can I talk to you?” Spencer asked you, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him as he walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” You asked him. “Don’t go with him, please Y/N” he practically begged you.

He was clearly jealous, why couldn’t he just admit it to you.

“Why don’t you want me to go?” You asked him, prying. “Cause look at Derek, all the girls love him. And it’ll just be you two and it’ll be like a date” he said, looking down at the floor.

“Derek is one of my closest friends, we hang out all the time. Why is this time any different?” You asked him, confused. “Cause you’ll both be alone together” Spencer said, quietly. “What are you worried is going to happen?” You asked him, trying to draw the answer our of him. “That Derek is going to make a move on you. I mean, look at you, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m sure Derek knows that too, so what would stop him from asking you out?” Spencer rambled. Your heart fluttered when he called you gorgeous and you could feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Derek and I are just friends. But I think you’re jealous” you told him, smirking. “Huh? I’m not jealous, I just don’t want anything to happen to you” he lied.

You sighed to yourself, apparently it would take a lot for Spencer to admit he was jealous.

“Come on Reid, we both know Derek. He would never let anything happen to me. You trust him when he’s out in the field with me, so why is this different? And you could’ve just said you didn’t want me to go, you didn’t have to lie and say I had plans” you told him, honestly.

Spencer took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to you. “What is this?” You asked him, cluelessly. “I’m your secret santa” he explained, and it clicked in your brain.

You opened the envelope and you saw two tickets. You read the tickets and saw they were to an orchestra concert.

The concert was the same night that the football game. It all made sense now. It wasn’t just jealousy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to go out with Derek, it was also that he wanted you to go out him. And Derek’s football game would get in the way of that.

You looked up at Spencer and tried to figure out the right words to say.

“You mentioned the other day that you were a fan of this orchestra that was coming here on tour. So I got you tickets” Spencer said, sheepishly. “Yeah I see that, two tickets. What am I supposed to do with the other one Spence?” You asked him, smirking.

“I was hoping you would go with me, but if you want to take someone else that’s okay too” he said, giving you a weak smile.

“Oh come on, you dork. Spencer, would you like to go to the concert with me?” You asked him, smiling. “Like a date?” He asked, hopefully. “Just like a date” you told him, smirking to yourself.

“I would really like that” he said, smiling down at you. Looking at Spencer, you felt completely lovestruck. He had that smile, the one that made your heart melt.

You thought of a sneaky plan. A smirk rose on your face. “Come with me?” You told Spencer, then turned and started to walk down a hallway that no one was ever in.

“Where are we going?” Spencer asked, cluelessly. “Shhh” you said, putting a finger up to your lips as you looked over your shoulder at him. You looked around and then stopped walking.

You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s neck and pulled him towards you. His eyes grew big, he didn’t seem to believe what was happening. You backed up until your back was against the wall.

“Put your hands on my waist” you instructed Spencer. Then, you smirked and leaned in to kiss him. His lips felt soft and tasted like chapstick. Spencer felt rigid, his hands were lightly placed on your hips, barely touching you.

You tugged on Spencer’s hair a little, as your lips moved together. “You good?” You asked, against his lips. “Mm-hmm” Spencer muttered. You pulled him closer to you, so your bodies were pressed up against each other.

Then, his grip on your hips tightened and you smirked against the kiss. Finally, you both pulled away for air.

“What was that for?” Spencer asked, breathlessly. “For finally getting up the courage to ask me out” you told him. “But didn’t you ask me out?” He asked you, confused. “Did you enjoy the kiss?” You asked him. He nodded and his cheeks flushed red.

“Then, just take the win, pretty boy” you told him, smirking and walking back into the bullpen.

“So are you coming to game with me or what?” Derek asked you, walking over to your desk, where you were sitting. “No, turns out I do actually have plans” you told him, giggling. “Did pretty boy finally give you the tickets?” He asked you.

You froze, how did Derek know about the tickets? “How did you- ?” You started to ask him. “Please, Reid has been stressing for a week, trying to find a way to give them to you. And I may have asked you to come to the game, because I knew it would make him jealous” Derek admitted.

Then, it all made sense to you. “So you were completely in on it! Oh and by the way, you’re welcome for the tickets” you told him, turning back to your paperwork.

“Wait, you were my secret santa?” Derek asked you, in shock. “Yep” you heard someone else answer. You saw Spencer walk in the room and sit down at his desk.

“Woah woah, you knew too?” Derek asked, turning to Reid. “Yeah, who do you think gave her the idea to buy the tickets?” Spencer said, ratting you out.

“Shhhhh, you weren’t supposed to tell him” you said, frowning. “Come on, you lovebirds. Stop arguing, you both should be looking forward to your date. You’ve both been in love with each other for years, and you’re already bickering as soon as you get together” Derek told you both, and then walked away.

“Thank you, by the way Spencer. It’s a really thoughtful gift” you told him, smiling. He just smiled right back at you. He was happy. You were happy. Derek wasn’t lying, you both had been waiting for this day for a while.

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Cloudy

in which harry hates summer storms, but she loves them.

Hi everyone! I know I’m not really a fan account, so please feel free to skip over this post if you don’t want to read fanfic! I’ve decided to take part in @helladirections​ ‘s Summer Feeling writing challenge, and this is what I came up with! Feedback is greatly appreciated, I’m trying to hype myself up into writing again. Also thank you @jasline-arod​ for being my beta reader, I love you endlessly!<3

Prompts: summer reading & ice cream

Rated 18+: fluff, SMUT, soft dom!harry, teasing, edging, punishment, impact play, light bondage, condescension kink if you squint, cute aftercare!!! 

Word Count: 3.8k

Summer storms were quite melancholy.

Harry supposed he was being a bit dramatic, considering (y/n) loved the rain. If it weren’t for the possibility of getting a cold and the wandering eyes from their surrounding neighbors she would be out dancing and skipping around the backyard in the puddles and mud. But alas, their neighbors were a bit too nosy and she couldn’t afford any sick time off at work right now, so she was using this day to clean the house. Some last minute spring cleaning as she called it.  

Harry, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to roll around in the sheets all day with her. The young couple had planned a nice date out for the day: a stroll around the neighborhood, a picnic in the park, maybe some window shopping in the plaza. Their car was currently in the shop so anything they wanted to do would have to be within walking distance -(y/n) really didn’t like Ubering around. Mother Nature apparently had other plans. 

Which leads us here. Harry had seen the storm die down and in all of his stubborn brilliance had insisted on making an ice cream run. ‘S just a little drizzle! He maintained. I’ll be back before you know it, Poppet. It turns out “a little drizzle” can easily turn into torrential downpour in the twenty minutes it takes Harry to bike to and from the grocery store. He couldn’t believe his luck, and now as he approached his front door sopping wet and dragging his bike up the steps, he was silently cursing himself for deciding Ben and Jerry’s was worth the trek. 

“Babe? Is everything alright?” (Y/n) proffered over the soft music she had put on when he left. She could hear his frustrated grumbles and sighs from the living room and had of course seen the storm pick up. 

“ ‘M fine, sweetheart, just a bit wet ‘s all.” Harry griped from the kitchen. He quickly dried off the pints of ice cream and stuck them in the freezer before pouring a bowl of uncooked rice for his cell phone. Flicking off the lights in the kitchen, spotless and dust-free thanks to (y/n), he walked into the living room to find her tucked into the corner of the couch reading a book.

Peering over the pages, her eyes softly danced over her lover -damp and frumpy from the rain outside. He had a slight pout on his face that made her giggle playfully, eyes glittering with nothing but adoration and humor. 

“My strong love, fought the rain and thunder just to get his girlfriend ice cream.”

He snorted at her, trying his hardest to hold back a smile. “Think I deserve a prize, don’t you think? It was quite brave of me to go out there, I could’ve gotten swept away by the flood of puddles!”

Her laugh rang like a chime. It was times like this, soft and quiet and domestic, that made his heart skip a beat. She made him delirious and dizzy with love. 

“Of course, my love. Your prize is in the bathroom, hanging from the towel rack. I saw the rain pick up and figured you might come home a bit soggy,” She said with a laugh. “Go get changed, when you come back we can lounge about and read together.”

Harry’s heart fluttered as he shuffled out of the living room. When he came back, now changed into a crisp crew neck shirt and some washed worn sweats, he quickly popped over in front of his love. She looked up from the novel in front of her, stars in her eyes. Harry quickly leaned down and showered her in kisses. Anywhere he could reach was covered in smooches. She wiggled and whined playfully as he threw his leg over her waist, but not before grabbing the book and laying it on the coffee table face down. They grappled and playfully dodged kisses until she cried “Alright! Fine you win!” with a ridiculous pout and her hands pinned to the couch under Harry’s grasp. 

“You’re so mean,” she pouted through puffs of air.

“Mean ‘m I? Would a mean boyfriend have gone out in the harsh winter storm for-”

“It’s the middle of July!” 

“For pints of Chunky Monkey, Phish Food, Karamel Sutra, and Tonight Dough? I don’t think tha’s very mean, d’you?”

Harry swore the sigh she let out sounded harmonious. “No, I suppose not. It sounds like you’re spoiling me, huh?” She tried to loosen his grip again. “Let me up, please?”

He grinned down at her. “Kissy first?”

She leaned up the best she could for a smooch before he let her get back up. Harry laid down on the couch and patted his tummy with the hand not resting under his neck. 

“C’mere, let’s read.”

(Y/n) crawled between Harry’s legs and laid between them, her head resting on his soft stomach. “Mm, nice and comfy.”

Harry chuckled with her, loving the warmth and comfort the weight of her gave him. He wrapped an arm around the front of her chest and softly rubbed his thumb over her shoulder. 

“Do you want me to start the chapter over?” She asked, perfectly content to reread for him.

“Course not, Petal! Just pick up where you left off, please.”

“ ‘I’m going to America. To seek my fortune.’ (This was just after America but long after fortunes.) ‘A ship sails soon from London. There is great opportunity in America. I’m going to take advantage of it. I’ve been training myself. In my hovel. I’ve taught myself not to need sleep. A few hours only. I’ll take a ten-hour-a-day job and then I’ll take another ten-hour-a-day job and I’ll save every penny from both except what I need to eat to keep strong, and when I have enough I’ll buy a farm and build a house and make a bed big enough for two.’ ”

Harry began to lose focus on the story, instead concentrating on his petal’s voice, soft and clear enough for just the two of them. Almost as if the bubble around them might burst if she spoke too loudly. She began to alter her voice, adding in dashes of accents and key changes as the characters varied. Harry let a heavy breath fall from his nose as he smiled and bit his lip with a smile. 

“ ‘Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?’ ”

Harry held his breath.

“ He couldn’t believe it. ‘Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were-’ ” 

Now, Harry knows he has a very specific taste in literature. And while he may personally prefer obscene prose and Joan Didion, this line -from a novel built on fantasies -was embroidered on his heart in bright yellow thread. The millions of grains of sand could not even begin to embody how dearly and how fiercely he loved her. His heart physically ached at the thought of her; her presence, her laugh, smile, ambition, everything. He loved (y/n) in a way he never imagined possible. Harry could not even begin to fathom a world without her. And if the little velvet box hidden in an old shoe box behind a ton of winter coats in the upstairs closet was anything to go by, he didn’t want to begin imagining it. 

“Lovey, are you okay?” (Y/n) spoke up. She noticed him stiffen up immediately after she finished reading that paragraph. 

Silence followed her question. She stuck the loose playing card she had found into the book to mark her place and gently sat up to shift herself in his lap, setting the book down on the coffee table again. Harry was pulled from his thoughts of navy blue suits and white lace gowns when she softly called his name again and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Is everything alright Harry? You zoned out for quite a while there.”

Harry looked at the heavenly sight in front of him. Her hair was a bit mussed up from the cleaning and the sweat that had no doubt appeared in the slightly humid house. She sat in an old cropped cotton shirt that proudly touted a faded improv club logo from college on it (she had gone to one meeting and of course it was the meeting where they gave out free t-shirts) with wrinkles and dried stains from cleaning spray. Her gray pajama shorts had little line drawings of bumble bees on them, and were currently riding up her thighs as they sat straddling Harry’s hips. He dragged his eyes to look at her face. He swore she was glowing in the grayish sunlight streaming from the windows. Little moles and freckles and acne scars dotted across her makeup-less face. Her eyes were wide and her lips were gaped open slightly in worry as his silence continued.

Harry finally, finally took in a breath (he desperately needed it, he didn’t realize she had literally stolen his breath away) and mumbled “ ‘M fine, petal. I just love you so much,” and with that closed the all too wide gap between them. 

Her eyes widened just a bit more before kissing back, her eyes fell closed and her hands held tightly to his cheeks. Harry swore the kiss was meant to be gentle, but then he found himself nibbling on her bottom lip and soothing the slight sting with his tongue when she whined against him. She pulled away breathlessly and looked over his face, now flushed crimson with their movements.

“I love you too!” She breathily laughed. “Let’s-”

Her thoughts were lost as Harry began to kiss a trail from below her ear and down her neck, one hand squeezing her soft hip and the other holding her head in place as she squirmed (she was a bit ticklish). He sucked and softly bit at the junction between her neck and shoulder as she let out a faint moan at the attention being given to the sensitive skin. She ran her fingers through his loose curls and gently led his head back up to meet her lips. She tenderly rolled her hips against his -his hands quickly following the motion. 

“Ah, fuck baby. You’re so fuckin’ sexy m’love,” Harry groaned against her lips. They were breathing in each other's air, hips thrusting against the other and hands grasping at fabric and anywhere they could grab. Harry lowered his hand to cup her hot pussy over her shorts, rubbing his palms against her clothed clit.

“Mmf, please Harry please!” She wanted him so badly, she was this close to ripping his clothes off at the seams.

“What d’you want baby girl? Hmm? Ask me nicely ‘nd maybe I’ll give it to you.” 

The air shifted between them. She knew he would give her whatever she wanted, but the power was now in his corner. She whined loudly and bucked her hips up as he teased the waistband of her shorts.

“Don’t be a brat, petal. You won’t like the outcome.” Harry grinned up at her, running his thumb over her bottom lip that had stuck out with a pout. “Why don’t we run upstairs so I can fuck you properly. Tha’ is unless you want to stay down here with a sore bum ‘nd nothin’ else? Hmm, petal?”

“Harry, I swear if you don’t do something I’m going to screa- ah!” Harry’s hand came down on her ass with a loud smack! 

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as she scrambled off of his lap and up the stairs to their “guest” bedroom, Harry not far behind. Harry giggled at her antics. Of course he wasn’t planning on leaving her needy and wanting, but she was being bratty and he couldn’t have that now could he?

(Y/n) all but threw herself onto their bed and ripped off her clothing, absolutely desperate for whatever Harry threw her way. She’d ride his thigh if that’s all he’d give her. She was that needy right now. 

She scrambled up the bed and sat down with her legs crossed, patiently waiting as Harry stood at the foot of the bed.

“I think 10 swats on your bum are an appropriate punishment for you steppin’ out of line. Don’t you think, baby?”

“Yes, sir.” (Y/n) watched as he walked around the side of the bed. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of shea butter lotion and the pretty pink ribbon she was all too familiar with.

“Lay down on your tummy, petal,” Harry said, setting everything on the table. 

(Y/n) quickly laid down, grabbing her pillow and nestling her cheek into it. Harry grabbed one of the extra pillows and shoved it under her hips. He then pulled off the t-shirt and shrugged off his sweats, leaving him in a pair of heather gray briefs that left nothing to the imagination. 

“You’ve such a pretty bum, sweetheart. ‘M so excited to see it marked up with my hand marks,” Harry caressed and massaged her cheeks carefully. “Count aloud for me, lovie.”

(Y/n) was about to answer when Harry’s hand came down on her left cheek, hard. “One!” She squeaked out.

“D’you know why you’re bein’ punished, lovie?” Smack!

“Ah! Two! Yes sir! I was being bad earlier. I was being naughty and begging without saying please!” 

Harry rubbed over the sore area. “Very good, baby. Are you going to do it again?” Smack! Smack! Smack! Three spanks came in succession.

“Three! Fou-, Four! Five! No, Sir! I won’t!” She squirmed and hid her face in the pillow as her grip tightened on the material. She was a bit embarrassed at the fact that she was already getting teary eyed, but it had been a second since she'd been punished like this.

Harry paused and moved her hair out from around her face. “How are you doin’ (Y/n)? Gimme a color, please.”

“Green, Harry. I’m good, please keep going.” She wiggled and lifted her ass up towards Harry's other hand.

“Okay, lovie. Just makin’ sure.” Harry quickly kissed her cheek then pushed her head back into the pillow. She moaned loudly at the forcefulness.

The rest of the spanks came and went, leaving both of them breathless and stinging. Harry reached up and grabbed (Y/n) by the hair to pull her on all fours, his other hand removing the pillow from under her hips before running his fingers over her pussy.

“Y’not gonna do tha’ again, are you, petal?” He said smugly.

“No sir,” She hiccupped. 

A jolt ran through her as he gathered her wetness and began circling her clit with two fingers. 

“So sensitive, petal. Bet you almost came jus’ from me spankin’ you. Maybe you don’ need my cock after all? Maybe I should jus’ take care of myself and leave you here, what d’you think, petal? ”

She let out a pitiful moan. (Y/n)’s whole body was shaking; she was desperately trying not to come, her arms were shaking from holding herself up, and her breath was shaking from the stimulation of it all. She was almost there, almost ready to come when Harry suddenly let go of her hair and stopping playing with her pussy. Her arms gave out under her as she whined desperately at the loss of stimulation.

“Please! No, don’t leave me!” She sobbed. “I need it! Please give me your cock sir! I’ll be so good, I won’t come without askin’ please! Ple-”

“Okay, shh baby. Shh, ‘m gonna make y’feel so good. Y’such a good girl f’me.”

Harry leaned down and kissed up her spine gently. As he reached the base of her neck he grabbed the pink ribbon and ran it teasingly over her shoulders. “Color?”

She sniffled a bit before answering confidently, “Green, sir.”

“Tha’s my girl.” He pulled her up so she was kneeling and grabbed her arms, skillfully tying a cute little bow around her wrists. She wiggled a bit to make sure it was comfortable. Once she was settled, Harry pushed her back down into the pillow.

“What a sight. Must’ve been savin’ this for a rainy day, huh petal?”

She snorted at his joke but was quickly silenced by his finger sinking into her pussy. She hissed at the sensation, already a bit sensitive from the first orgasm he denied her. 

“Y’always so warm for me, lovie. So warm ‘n tight. Can’t wait for my cock, can you?”

She whined and pushed back on his fingers as he added another, thrusting in and curling to find her g-spot. “Please! I’ve been so good, I’m ready!”

He chuckled at her begging, letting his thumb pet over her clit again before pulling his fingers out of her after one final thrust. “Y’think you’re ready, baby girl? I know I am.”

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “I’m ready, I promise.”

Harry used the wetness he had gathered from fingering her and stroked himself a few times, exhaling heavily as some pressure was finally released. He grabbed the ribbon where her wrists were tied and lined himself up, pushing gently into her soaked cunt.

They both released a guttural moan as he moved in her; her walls tightening around him and his length rubbing inside her perfectly.

As she felt him bottom out she let out a sob that was stuck in her chest. “Fu-ck. Thank you! You feel so fuck-fucking good!” He growled in response, reaching around and playing with her clit again while he waited for her to get accustomed to his size. She choked out another moan and squirmed, crying “Please! You can move now, please fuck me!”

He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained in her cunt, and then thrusted back in experimentally. Her moan spurred him on, allowing him to continue to set a slow and rough pace. 

“Holy fuck, bunny. Y'feel so good,” Harry grit through his teeth. “I love this fuckin’ cunt, this ‘s all fo’ me, huh?”

She moaned and nodded as she squeezed his cock as tight as she could like a good girl. She wanted to behave, be his good girl. (Y/n) wiggled her hands at him as he continued to thrust. He got the hint and laced his fingers with hers. She let out a contented sigh that melted into a moan as his thrusting sped up. He loosened one of his hands from her grasp to reach down and stroke her button of nerves. 

She wailed in response, tears brimming in her eyes again from the overwhelming sensations attacking her. Harry was all that existed. He surrounded her, stopped playing with her bundle of nerves and reached his hand up to wrap around her neck, pulling her up to meet his kisses. All she could feel, smell, taste as he paused thrusting to slide his tongue into her mouth before slamming back into her and letting her drop back into the pillow. 

“Sh-shit baby girl. I can feel y'squeezin me, you’re almost there aren’t you?” She nodded in response, unable to form words. “Hold it jus’ a bit longer, I know you can do it. Fo’ me please, petal. Wanna feel tha’ cunt come with me.”

She shuddered as she fought to hold her orgasm back. Her cunt clenched and dripped down her thighs as Harry pounded into her as quickly as he possibly could without hurting either of them. 

“N-now! Come now, petal! Give it to me, baby. Come for me!”

(Y/n) came with a shout, her eyes shut as tightly as possible. Her whole body clamped down onto Harry’s cock as she came and came and came. Her orgasm pulled Harry’s out of him, milking him for everything he had. One final thrust had him filling her with his cum, both moaning at the feeling of her pussy being filled even more.

She slumped into the pillow, body feeling like pudding. Harry leaned over her as they both took a moment to catch their breaths, both spent and relaxed after their afternoon delight. Harry recovered first, gently pulling out of her cunt. She clenched around him as he left her, almost as if she was inviting him to stay.

He quickly untied her wrists, mind set on dealing with his spilled seed later. He delicately rubbed the tender area, gently kissing the indentations.

“Y’did so good for me, (Y/n), thank you baby,” he whispered to her. She looked at him with foggy eyes, the afterglow finally settling in. She hummed in acknowledgment of his praise, smiling softly at him. “I’ll be ri’ back, petal. I’ve gotta go grab stuff to clean you up.”

He ran as quickly as possible to grab water bottles and snacks from downstairs, before stopping for a wet washcloth and a change of clothes for her on the way back. He set the food and spoons on the bedside table before cracking open a water bottle for her.

“Can you sit up a mo’? I know your bum’s a bit sore.” He helped her sit up enough to drink the water he gave her. As she gulped down the water, thankful for the cool drink to sooth her heated throat, he gently wiped up the mess he made of her pussy. He ran and tossed the cloth into their ensuite sink, quickly returning to his love. 

“Can I rub some shea butter on your bum and wrists? It’ll help with the soreness, lovie.” 

She sleepily nodded before asking “Could you please pull my hair back? It’s sweaty and itchy now.”

He laughed at her cloudy state and grabbed one of their scrunchies off of the dresser and carefully tied up her hair. He then pumped some lotion into his hands, warmed it slightly and guided her to lay down on her tummy again so he could soothe the red marks. After a few moments, when her fogginess had cleared and they were giggling and cracking jokes as he jiggled her bum in his hands, he helped her get up and walk to the toilet so she could relieve and redress herself before heading to their bedroom with the snacks. 

(Y/n) climbed into bed, mindful of her sore bum, and excitedly grabbed the remote to turn on a movie for the couple to unwind to. Harry followed closely with two pints of ice cream and spoons -Chunky Monkey for her and Karamel Sutra for himself. They giggled again and settled down under the blanket as the opening scene to Clueless started on their television. 

Taking a bite of the ice cream, (Y/n) looked over at her boyfriend. “Hey Har?” He looked at her, mouth full. “Thank you for getting us ice cream even though there was a storm. And for letting me read to you. I hope you enjoyed your prize.” She winked at him with a huge grin.

Heartily laughing, he leaned over and landed a loud smooch onto her cheek. “Of course, anything for you my love.”

As she cuddled into his side, snacking on ice cream and watching this cheesy rom-com, he knew he needed to find a reason to excuse himself to the closet that evening.

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Bottom Bitch

Kinktober Day 1: Sex Toys

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Warnings: 18+, tw: drugs, weed/marijuana, sex toys (double edged dildo, vibrator), scissoring, anal, rimming, spit play

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Quarantine fucking sucks. And unfortunately, your boyfriend’s birthday just so happened to be in right in the middle of this pandemic. With the end of the world seemingly drawing near, you suggest to do something you two have never done before. Who knew that Oikawa would turn into such a needy bitch when he was high? 

A/N: Ahahahaha I’m sorry I haven’t written anything since February LOL. And also, I’m sorry for randomly disappearing for literal months. Uh, please accept this as an apology… I feel like I’ve been a little rusty but I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Kinktober! 

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

Today was July 20th! Which means that it was Oikawa’s birthday. 

Every year, you and your boyfriend usually did what every couple did to celebrate. A cute date, a nice dinner, a rough fucking — you know, the works. But this year you two ran into a bit of a problem. Unfortunately, due to the mandated self quarantine orders, you couldn’t really do that. But you still wanted to make the most of the situation. 

Just before all the non-essential shops temporarily closed, you were able to make a stop at your local dispensary. You figured that since it seemed like the end of the world was drawing ever near, why not indulge yourselves in some of mother nature’s best gifts? 

The hardest part of this whole thing wasn’t even the fact that you were stuck inside for Oikawa’s special day, no, the hard part was going to be convincing him to get high with you. He knew that you smoked. For fuck’s sake, all of his friends did too. During your high school days, the Seijoh third years were notorious for blazing it up (Matsukawa and Hanamaki, especially). Even as adults, there were times when you would all find some free time just to have a relaxing smoke sesh and catch up on each other’s lives. As they say, old habits die hard. 

So, you wanting to get stoned was no surprise to him. He, on the other hand, was not an avid participant. 

Currently, the two of you were laying down in bed, watching whatever was on television, not that you two were really paying attention. Your mind was more occupied on how exactly you were supposed to bring up this little idea of yours. Getting Oikawa to agree to anything was hard enough as it is, let alone something that seemed so out of his comfort zone. 

“Hey, happy birthday again, Shittykawa. I love you so much, you know that?” You said, looking at him lovingly and nudging him on his side, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. 

“Who are you, Iwa-chan?” He scoffed. “But I love you too, baby. And you know you’ve greeted me almost a million times today, right?”, eagerly returning your gesture.

“I can’t help it! I’m sorry that our usual birthday plans got ruined because of this stupid quarantine. I wish I could make it up to you.” You pouted, looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

“I have a couple of ideas that would more than make up for it,” he teased, grabbing your ass before giving it a loud smack, “but have you got anything in mind, princess?” 

“I actually have something in mind that I really wanted to do with you…” 

“Oh? And what could that be? You going to let me eat that cake of yours?” He said, sitting up on his elbow, with a shit-eating smirk plastered all over that pretty face of his. 

“Well… I was actually hoping that we could get high today… You know, since it seems like the world is ending and all.” You said, nervously scratching the back of your head. “I thought it would be fun to celebrate your birthday in a way we’ve never done before!” 

You sounded doubtful. You had a feeling that he was going to refuse, but his answer came as a surprise. 

“Okay, deal.” 

Did you hear that right? Did he just agree with you? Did your stubborn boyfriend say yes, with absolutely no hesitation?

“R-really!? Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so on board with it! I thought I was going to have to convince you way more.” You cheered, hands wrapping him in a tight embrace. 

“Whatever, it’s not like we can go anywhere anyways. Might as well go wild!” He said with a smug smirk on his face. 

You excitedly hopped off the bed and ran towards your closet, grabbing the goodies you bought. You had bought quite a few products — some edibles, a couple prerolls, and a brand new wax pen. 

“Jesus christ, how much shit did you buy? You must have spent a fortune.”

“Money is no object when it comes to you, Tooru. Also, you don’t really do this kind of thing, so I just wanted us to have some options. In all honesty, I didn’t even think you’d say yes to doing this.” 

“Well, let’s get this party started, princess.” 

You smiled eagerly and laid out all the products in front of him, “So, what do you want to try first? Birthday boy gets to choose.” 

He immediately went for the wax pen, taking a long drag and inhaling the smoke, making sure to keep it in his lungs for a bit before grabbing the back of your head, and forcing your lips to part open before he exhales the smoke into your mouth, as if he was an expert at it. For someone who didn’t do this often, he sure as hell didn’t look like it. 

“Someone seems a bit excited, huh?” You teased, before crashing your lips together in a heated spit swapping session. 

You made your way on top of him, mouth never leaving his, running out of breath as he starts sucking on your tongue, drool spilling out the side of your mouth as it dribbles down onto his face. 

“Fuck. You nasty bitch, you just spit all over my fucking face.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you breathed, “you act like you practically weren’t drinking out of my mouth just a second ago.” 

The both of you consistently took turns taking hits off the pen. Inhaling and exhaling the delicious smoke as if your lives depended on it.  

The two of you started feeling the effects of the drugs get to your head. Lightheaded. Spinning. Intoxicating. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted to feel more. No, you needed to feel more.

You went for the edible and shoved the cookie into your mouth, leaving half of it hanging out. You fed Oikawa the rest of it. He took it willingly, watching a shiver go down his spine as he shuddered from the bitter taste go down his throat when he swallowed. “That tastes like shit. How the fuck do you eat this crap so often?” You let out a small giggle, admiring how cute his inexperience was. “Oh calm down, it shouldn’t take long for you to start feeling it kick in.” 

“So, c’mon birthday boy, let me take care of you.” 

You started kissing over his jawline, licking and letting your teeth bite down on the soft skin of his neck. You nuzzled your face closer, leaving marks and bruises painted all over him.

You continued straddling his waist, your clothed cunt rubbing ever so slowly against his growing erection. Teasing, dragging out the sensation of his cock throbbing over your slit, feeling yourself get more and more drenched with desire. “Are you doing okay, Tooru?” 

“I feel so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good.” Hearing him sound so desperate and needy caused your cunt to clench. “F-fuck, can you suck my cock, princess? Can you do that for me, please?” You had never really seen this side of him before, but the tables were turning and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted. 

You pulled his shirt up, making your way down his torso, licking and kissing all over his toned abs, sucking on his sensitive little nipples. You slipped your hands under the waistband of his underwear, stroking his hardened cock. You quickly rid him of all his remaining clothes. You followed suit. Now, with the both of you completely naked, the fun was just about to start. 

Gently, you licked a stripe along his head paying close attention to the prominent veins that adorned his massive length. His cock was already dripping, the head beading with his precum. Spitting on your palm, you languidly stroked him, watching his toes curl and a small moan slip out of his mouth. You looked up at him and his eyes were screwed shut, he used his free hand to find purchase on the back of your head. Fisiting your hair, he moved it to the side to make sure he got a good look at how well you sucked his cock. He pushed you further down his length, causing you to gag as he hit the back of your throat. 

You could tell he was close, but just before he could finish, you pulled away. “Shit. Fuck. W-why’d you stop?” 

Aw. He sounded so disheartened. 

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to try something new.” You said with a devilish grin on your face. He looked hesitant at first but his head was spinning so much that he just did it with no resistance. 

You roughly pulled his ass up in the air, your small hands spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his tight, puckered asshole. You let your spit pool in your mouth, teasingly letting it string in between your lips before allowing it to drip over his ass. You circled the pad of your tongue around his rim, prodding it slowly in and out of his tightness. Continuing your assault, you sneaked your hand in between his thighs, stroking his cock every time you pressed inside of him. Oikawa’s hands were fisted into the sheets and his face looked hot to the touch, a red tint glazing all over his body. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, and rubbed your thighs together at the ideas that were brewing in your mind. You reached underneath your bed and grabbed your box full of sex toys, pulling out lube, two vibrators and a thick, purple, double edged dildo. The look of Oikawa getting off to having his ass ate made your cunt pulsate with lust, and so the mere thought of him having him stuffed with a toy had your head fucking spinning. You wanted nothing more than to make a wreck out of his pretty little ass. 

Oikawa was still face down on the bed. His mouth was hanging open, panting heavily as he tried to control his breathing. He was so blissed out, his head seemed to be somewhere in the clouds. 

“Tooru, hey, are you okay? Lie down for me.” You squished his face in between your fingers to get his attention. When he finally turned to you, you could tell he was high beyond belief. “Mhm. Just feeling weird. It feels like the room is both spinning and still at the same time.” He huffed, moving onto his back, resting against the soft satin sheets. You giggled at how he turned into such a needy little boy, practically begging to be fucked into absolute senselessness. 

“Look at me, baby.” You brought one end of the dildo up to your mouth, slowly sucking it off as if it was Oikawa’s cock fucking your mouth instead. He could feel his dick twitch at the sight in front of him, his asshole involuntary clenching thinking about how it might feel to have it inside him. Inching closer to him, you held the dildo in between the two of you and guided the other end of the toy up to his lips. Parting them slowly, he began copying the same movements that you were doing on the other side. Pulling away momentarily, “Shit. You look so fucking hot when you suck cock, baby” you say, letting your free hand roam down to his hardened nipples, pinching and tweaking them, illiciting small moans to escape his lips while he choked on the toy in his mouth. 

“As much as I love seeing you suck on that pretty toy, I know a place to put it that’ll make you feel real fucking good.” Taking the dildo out of his mouth, you slide yourself down towards his lower half, spreading his thighs apart to see his hole that glistened with your spit, and his cock that oozed precum. You pressed wet kisses along his length, tongue stroking his balls, allowing yourself to slither over his perineum, causing him to writhe underneath your touch. You brought your fingers up to his mouth, collecting saliva around your digits before gently pressing them against his tight hole, slowly inching them deeper and deeper inside of him. 

He winced at the intrusion, making his face contort in pain. But surely, that burning sensation of you prodding your slim fingers inside his tight hole began morphing into a euphoric pleasure. He let out a small moan, bringing his fingers up to his lips and biting down on them to suppress the noises that were coming out of his mouth. You paused what you were doing to him to look up and whispered “Aw, c’mon baby, don’t be like that. I want to hear all those pretty noises you’re making while you act like such a little whore.” 

“So be louder for me, sweetheart” you snickered sinisterly as you continued your ministrations on his overly sensitive hole. 

If you weren’t high earlier, then you definitely were now. The effects of the marijuana elevating your sense of reality as the two of you drift into a state of pure fucking bliss. 

You started feeling more impatient, more needy. You needed to get off and you need it now. And Oikawa felt just the same. The look on his face was confirmation of that. Panting heavily, drool escaping the side of his mouth, and wet tears decorating his red cheeks — he looked like he was about to cum without even trying. 

With no delay, you grabbed the dildo and the lube from the side of the bed and began to slather the cold fluid over both ends of the toy. You positioned yourself in front of him, placing one end up to his tight rim while you lined the other side against your dripping wet pussy. You hadn’t even realized how wet you had become because you were so focused on Oikawa — you didn’t notice that your cunt was practically leaking all over you. 

“Haaah. Look at you, baby. Your pussy is begging to be stuffed. So wet for me. So fucking b-beautiful.” Oikawa shuddered, his speech slurred as he was still utterly fucked out because of your incessant teasing from earlier. His words caused your cunt to clench, your eyes closed as you shakingly breathed out, “Please, T-tooru…” 

You started to ease the toy inside of Oikawa — slowly but steadily sliding the thick purple dildo into his stretched out hole. He flinched as you finally got half of the toy into his ass, letting out a sinful moan as the head involuntarily hit against his prostate. “Ah, f-fuck! That felt so fucking good. Baby, please…” 

His eagerness sparked a flame within you, and so you hurried to shove the rest of the toy inside of your own hole. You let out a sigh of relief as your pussy was finally getting some much needed attention, after being neglected for so long as you focused on pleasing your boyfriend. 

You started to move slowly, rocking back and forth against each other as the two of you got used to the sheer size of the toy that connected the both of you. To help ease the pain, you grabbed one of the vibrators, held it up to Oikawa and said, “Here you go, baby. Put it against your cock and show me how you make yourself feel good.” 

He took the vibrator from your hand and followed your instructions like a good boy, letting out a loud whimper as the strong vibrations on his cock made his head spin. As he let his sense of control run loose, he started rutting faster against you as you placed your own vibrator on your sensitive clit. This caused the toy to simultaneously hit your g-spot and Oikawa’s prostate, and so the two of you both let out a loud moan together. 

“F-FUCK! Tooru — shit. That feels so fucking good! Go faster, I need it so bad. C’mon baby, please, I need you to make me cum!” You panted, circling the vibrator faster against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm that you craved so much. 

“Oh fuuuuck, princess.” Oikawa moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he ditched the vibrator and tightly wrapped his hand around himself so he could fist-fuck his weeping cock. 

A collective string of “shit” and “oh fuck” escaping your mouths as the two of you rutted against each other faster and faster, the dildo pounding in and out of your tight holes — each thrust causing the tip of the toy to slam against both of your sweet spots at the same time.

“Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Oikawa groaned as he stroked his cock one final time before he came hard all over himself, his chest painted white as his cum came out in hot spurts.

Seeing your boyfriend’s blissed out face was the final push you needed to set yourself over the edge. Your cunt clenched down on the toy as you came with a loud whine, your juices squirting out of your glistening pussy — making a slick mess all over your thighs and on Oikawa’s lower half. 

You were so spent that the whole world felt still, the both of you trying to catch your breath and recover from one of the most intense orgasms you two had ever had. 

As you came down from your highs, you slowly pulled the dildo out of your abused cunt and Oikawa’s gaped asshole, lazily leaving the toys on a mess of sheets. 

With what little ounce of strength you had left, you got on your knees and crawled up next to your boyfriend. After grabbing a tissue and gently cleaning up the mess you two had made together, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and collarbone, wrapping yourself up in his embrace. 

Now, whether it was the drugs or the intensity of his orgasm, Oikawa looked like he was about to pass out. And honestly, you felt like you were about to knock out too. Not that you could really blame him. 

“Hey, wake up, sleepyhead.” You whispered quietly, gently poking Oikawa on the cheek to nudge him awake. You might have been used to handling your high, but Oikawa was still inexperienced when it came to these kinds of things.

“Did you have a good birthday this year?” You asked him, as if you didn’t already know what he was going to say.

“Hi, baby~ Of course I did! I feel so goooood right now! Best birthday everrrr!” He said sheepishly, a tiny grin spreading across his face as he let out a breathy chuckle. 

You decided not to question him anymore, knowing he was too far gone to answer anything coherently. 

“I love you so much, Tooru. Happy birthday.” You whispered to him before the two of you began dozing off into dreamland. 

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

[songbirdsingingthings]

Traditions - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

DAY THREE OF 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS - 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

What were you supposed to get the boy who could have anything he wanted? That was the question that had been plaguing your mind for the entirety of November and now December. Shouto Todoroki, your loving and caring boyfriend, was the hardest person you had ever shopped for in your life. Even Momo was easier to shop for - she actually really liked homemade baked goods since when she’s training she has to eat a ton of processed stuff. You were currently at the mall, picking up things for the rest of your friends with Shouto, while also trying to scope out what interests him in certain stores.

“So who’s next?” He asks as you scroll through the list on your phone.

“Hmm… I think Midoriya.” You respond, looking around to see all of the stores surrounding you. A certain one grasps your attention with the bright yellow, blue, and red colors. Shouto follows your gaze and he gives you a small smile as it lands on the huge All Might themed store.

“Well you're definitely gonna find something in there.” He chuckles, gently tugging your hand as the two of you walk towards the door.

You had finally left the mall with several bags being carried by the both of you, but you still had no clue what to get for your boyfriend. After Shouto dropped off the bags in your door and gave you a quick kiss goodbye - he apparently had some important business to attend to - you decided enough was enough. You scroll through the contacts on your phone to find Fuyumi, Shouto’s older sister, and press the call button. You’re only able to hold it to your ear for a few seconds before she answers.

“Y/N! How are you?” Fuyumi’s sweet voice filtered through your phone.

“I’m good, how are you?” You ask politely, making your way to sit down on your bed. 

“Fine, just doing some stuff around the house. I’m glad you called though, I haven’t been able to talk with you for a while.” You heard some clinks and clatters in the background and quickly assumed she was doing the dishes.

“Oh, no problem! I actually have a question if you’re not too busy.” You say, letting your shoulder press your phone to your ear so you could start taking all of your purchases out of their bags.

“I’ve got time, shoot away!” She says cheerily, causing a smile to grace your face.

“It’s about Shouto-”

“What about Shouto?” A deep but happy voice piped up through your phone.

“Hi Natsuo!” You greet, smoothing the blouse you got for Ochaco out.

“Hey kiddo! What’s up?” You could almost feel his wide grin radiating through your screen.

“Was asking Fuyumi a question, but you can answer it as well. I wanted to know what kind of stuff you and Shouto did when you were younger around the holidays to get an idea of what he likes to do. I was trying to find something to get him for Christmas, but I feel like if he wanted anything he would have already gotten it, so I want to do something with him.”

“Uhmm…” You hear both of them exchange awkward words, so you pipe up instead.

“I mean my brother and I would have gingerbread house competitions, go ice skating, and have movie marathons, but I don’t really know if that’s something Shouto would be into .” You say, opening the last of your bags which contained a snow globe with a polar bear cub in it for Koda.

“Y/N, uh… Shouto’s never really done any of that before.” Natsuo says. You frown a bit, but shake your head.

“Oh - is there anything your family does especially for the holidays? I mean I know your dynamic is a bit… different than others, but I’m sure you found a way to celebrate...right?” You asked warily.

“That’s a really sweet thought but umm… Dad didn’t really let us mingle, so he’s never experienced any usual holiday activities. I mean he celebrated with us, don’t get me wrong, but we never really got to do fun things as siblings.” Your jaw drops. You remember playing with your brother in the snow being one of the happiest memories during the holidays and you can’t believe Endeavor didn’t grant Shouto that. All of a sudden, a lightbulb seemed to come to life above your head and a grin replaced your frown.

“Thank you! Thank you so much for telling me, I know what to do!” You exclaim, clasping your hands together. You bid adieu to your boyfriend’s siblings and immediately start planning.

“Y/N, I don’t understand what’s going on. Why did you call me out here?” All bundled up in a puffy jacket that made him look even cuter than ever, snow pants, and a pompom beanie. Shouto looks at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“We are going to have the best day ever.” You state, grabbing his gloved hands in yours. “We’re going to make a snowman, then we’re gonna bake some cookies, maybe make some hot cocoa, and watch some Christmas movies.”

“W-what?” He manages, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Merry Christmas! I was trying to think of something to get you, but I kept coming up with blanks. So, I figured we should celebrate our first Christmas together by implementing some solid traditions.” You saw his shocked expression turn into one of somewhat embarrassment as he looked to the side.

“Y/N, your idea sounds great, but I’ve never done those activities before. What happens if I mess them up?” Concern flickers across his eyes, but you give him a reassuring smile and cup his cheek with your mittened hand.

“It’s perfectly fine if you ‘mess them up’, even though I’m sure you won’t. These activities are specifically designed to be fun, stress free things to do, okay?” Shouto nods and gives you a small smile. You give him a quick kiss and your day of fun begins.

Building a snowman was certainly a feat. You had to teach Shouto how to roll the snow to create bigger bases than the average snowball, which completely enthralled him. It was cute to see him so excited about how the snow managed to get that big, and he even put a little spin on the snowman, creating a “frozen pond” right next to him and an ice fishing rod so that he could go fishing.

Next was the cookies. Even though he really hadn’t cooked that much in his life, like many things, your boyfriend picked it up quite quickly. The two of you would perform a quiet dance in the kitchen, dropping two sticks of butter in one bowl and pouring a cup of sugar in another. What Shouto didn’t know, however, was flour’s tendency to create a mini explosion. His face when it poofed up in his face was priceless. You laughed so hard your stomach hurt which only made Shouto take some more flour and throw it on you so you were matching.

Finally, you made it to the end of the day. Both of you were cuddled up on your bed in your dorm watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Your back was pressed up against his chest and his arms were around yours, his left hand drawing soft lines on your skin, heat following his finger tips. You were so happy. Shouto really looked just ecstatic for the entire day, enjoying every activity you came up and even adding his own personal spin to them. You were so engrossed in those happy memories from earlier in the day that you didn’t hear Shouto say your name.

“Y/N,” he says in a velvety voice, shaking you a little to gain your attention.

“Hmm?” You hum in response, telling him that you were listening.

“I have something for you.” You turn around to look at him and you gasp with delight. In his hands dangled the daintiest little locket you had ever seen. It was a pretty silver oval with the tiniest little hinge on its side.

“May I?” You ask, motioning to open it. He gives you a soft smile and nods. You open it very carefully and you melt at what you see inside. It was your initials next to his with a heart outline.

“I know you don’t like obvious jewelry so I didn’t go for the heart locket, but I still wanted to get the meaning across. Do you like-” You cut him off with a searing kiss. You cup both of his cheeks in your hands and press him close to you.

“I love it, Sho. Thank you so, so much.” He grins at you and opens the clasp.

“Do you want me to put it on for you?” He asks. You nod quickly and turn your head back around. His hand sweeps your hair to one side and swings the necklace around your neck so that the clasp was in the back. His fingers danced lightly across the back of your neck, sending a tingle down your spine. He closes the little clasp and smooths it out. You reach up to touch the little locket and smile, turning back around to look at him.

“To new traditions,” you toast, arms wrapping around his neck.

“To new traditions.”