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aclowntiny · 1 year

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HIIIIII [first I wanna say that I love your work so much and am so happy to meet an atiny/carat writer! I hope we can become moots!]

I do have a request and it is: ateez reacting to s.o kissing their neck

take your time, and good luck with all of ur work, fighting!!

YES WE SO CAN!!! 🥰 Thank you so much for the encouragement love! I hope you love this reaction 😊

Ateez Reaction to S/O Kissing Their Neck

I'll give this my classic rating but up it for this one… 🤏🏻🤏🏻 suggestive hehe 👀👀👀

Hongjoong

You couldn't take the way his eyes devoured you, treasured you, any more. Inhaling, you quickly shut the space between you and Hongjoong, all the lightning tension between you arcing into your joined lips as his grip on your hip tightened. It was a short but passionate kiss, one that had Hongjoong giving you a smile of pleasant surprise afterward.

"Oh?"

"Yep," you replied, "and I'm just getting started."

Pecking his lips several times, you migrated from their softness to trace the beautiful structure of his face, outlining his cheekbone and down to his jaw with your lips.

He gave an exasperated chuckle. "I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he said even as he tilted his head to grant you access, smiling impishly down at you.

"Maybe I get something out of this, too," you teased back, kisses resuming in full swing, this time down his neck and into the territory availed to you by his partially-unbuttoned shirt.

"Alright, but anything you're giving me, I'm going to pay back double," Hongjoong tells you with a grin that sends shivers down your spine as you part from his chest to gaze at him.

"H-how are you going to do that?" You faltered slightly underneath that intense gaze you loved so much.

"Let's just say," his lips curl up even further, the hand on your hip drawing light circles, "by the time I'm done, everyone will know you're mine."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is in the kitchen standing over a mixing bowl of batter when he feels arms snake around his waist and lips against his neck.

He giggles deeply. "That better be (y/n)," he teases.

Your hands nudge his sides, prompting him to set the spoon in his hand down and turn to face you, smiling at the loving expression on your face. His hands wrap around you, too, both of you standing in an embrace against the counter.

“It’s my lucky day,” he keeps joking, leaning down to brush your nose with his, “it is you. My (y/n).”

You smile at the pet name, moving your hands to fall around his neck, which you press one more quick kiss to. “Always.”

He leans down, kisses your forehead first before moving to your cheek, then pecking your lips several times, smiling and exhaling little chuckles against them as you leaned forward for more.

“I have to finish up here! Want to help me?”

You nod, lowering your hands to back hug him again.

“Alright,” he shakes his head fondly at your clinginess, “help me stir, then the real work begins.” He reaches to his waist, taking hold of your hands, placing the spoon in your dominant one and using it to mix the batter as he kept seasoning it.

After that, you dedicated yourself to actual tasks, but each time you passed Seonghwa by, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks or neck, enjoying the surprise and wide, almost childlike smile of joy that crossed his face every single time.

Yunho

It's not like you don't want to do it, frankly, but you mainly want to get Yunho's attention. You're sinking into couch cushions, sunlight lazily filters through the blinds, and Yunho is playing some video game or another. You stopped paying attention, instead visually tracing his focused side profile, eyes drinking in every shift and narrow of his own, the way his thumbs dart over the controller.

Watching your boyfriend play doesn’t bother you, but you are getting a bit bored. He isn’t always granted a surplus of free time, after all, & the most selfish voice of your mind is vying for the argument that he should spend it with you. Instead of whining, though, which you have the sense to realize no one enjoys, you simply scoot in closer, cushions creaking faintly beneath you, and gently run your fingers over Yunho’s jawline, pulling close enough to press your lips to his neck. As badly as you want his lips on yours, interrupting a man’s game is never a good idea.

He tenses a bit beneath your touch, breaths coming a little faster. “Wh- what are you doing?” He asks.

You press a few more kisses, moving a bit lower each time. “I don’t know, you’re playing your game, I just want to appreciate you.”

“Maybe when I’m done with this round-”

“Maybe when you’re done with this round…”

You both spoke at the same time. Giggling into his neck, you get closer still, legs pressed against his as he gave a few giggles of his own.

“Maybe what?” You ask, tilting your head so that he’s almost forced to face you.

“Just wait and see,” he smiles, leaning forward to place a quick peck to your lips before his focus returns to the screen.

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were on the couch, both of you on your backs, your head resting over his heart. Neither of you had spoken for a bit, just enjoying the small sunbeams filtering in through the window as you played gently with Yeosang’s hand that was slung over you.

On a whim you turned slightly, careful that your hip wouldn’t dig into him, and leaned up just a little bit higher, your head reaching the crook of Yesosang’s neck. Your lips fell into place, ghosting over his skin at first, but when you felt him shift a bit beneath you, clearly starting a little at the sudden warmth, it spurred you on.

This time, you kissed him unabashedly, giving the exposed skin long, slow appreciation. Drawing out every motion you possibly could. Your hand that was playing with his gave it a little squeeze.

“What’s this?” Yeosang asks, eyes wide and sounding a bit flustered.

You can’t help but giggle at the pure and wholesome man you love so much. “You mean you don’t know?” You reply.

“Well, ah, I mean…” He stutters as you place the longest, most lingering kiss yet at the very base of his throat, a small gasp escaping with the trailed-off words.

You lift yourself up on your elbows, pulling up still so your heads are in line and sparing your boyfriend, just rubbing your noses together with a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, starting to lay back down, but his hand catches yours.

“No,” he says, gaze following yours down, “please continue.”

San

“Sannie, no!” You giggle, running away from your boyfriend, with whom you are currently locked in a playful chase along the grass.

He’s proudly brandishing a water gun, smug grin more than evident on his face as he barrels toward you. “Sannie, yes!”

“No!” You exclaim, turning on your heels and running around a garden wall, stopping to catch a few shaking, laughing breaths.

You’d tossed a water balloon at him, your entire arsenal, and now San sees fit to get you back for it. His revenge is quite disproportionate in your eyes, for even with as warm as it was you aren’t exactly in the mood to get soaked.

San is close; the grass rustles and he whispers “I’m gonna get you!”

“Not today!” You shout back, peeling out from around the wall and back towards those of the house, bare feet padding against the soft green grass.

San quickly catches up, giggling as he backs you into a corner, raising the blue and green plastic abomination in his hand. It’s going to take a massive trump card to escape this one…or maybe you’re overthinking it.

Stepping forward in the little space you have left, you reach your arms around San, hands gently running up and down his back. His smug expression immediately begins softening, the gorgeous soft eyes you love on him starting to pop out. With a smile, you lean in to give his neck a few kisses, feeling him crane to open up more as you do so. He’s warm beneath your touch, pulse pounding from all the running; you kiss right over the pulse point, wondering if you can make it go even faster.

Before you can wonder much more San is sweeping you into his arms, booping your nose and telling you how cute you are before yanking you into his lips. One hand holds you, the other reaches up into your hair, and as your lips move against his you slide San’s offending water rifle closer to you with your foot, stepping down on it as hard as you can. San trails kisses of his own down your neck before peppering your cheeks, expression melting at the fact that you initiated affection.

When you finally separate, San ruffles your hair and giggles. You step back a bit, holding up your contraband water rifle. “So, truce then?”

Mingi

"I can be cool!" You protested against Mingi's teasing. You know he thinks you're the coolest person alive, but you and your boyfriend had gotten into a playful debate on if you could be a rapper.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it, then," Mingi shot back with a grin.

"Ok, fine," you all but pouted, "I will."

Giving him a light shove, you watched him stumble back a little, taking the opportunity to lead him a couple more steps until his back hit the wall. Leaning forward, you rested your left palm against it at his side, eyes traveling up to his in the best approximation of the classic pose as you could attempt. Mingi's jaw dropped a bit, raising the corners of your lips in a satisfied smile. You leaned up and placed a kiss to his neck.

"See? I can do the bad boy pose. I'm cool," you say as you start to walk off.

Mingi's hand catches your left hand as it peels from the wall, though, and you feel the tug, turning back to face him with a tilt of your head. He's looking at you with doe eyes, his buggy expression of surprise fading to affection.

"You are cool, but don't take my job," he says.

You giggle, and he reels you back into his chest, your hand falling there as his that isn't holding yours rests on your back, bringing you forward into an electrifying kiss. You feel his heartbeat beneath your palm, the way his hand lightly squeezes and plays with yours as your lips move in sync. You trap Mingi again as he pulls away, this time not against the wall, but with his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to worry about, my cool guy."

Wooyoung

It was all impulse, really. Wooyoung was teaching you a couples’ dance he wanted to try, and frankly it was quite…intimate. A bit Latin-inspired, it had some close moves that reminded you of the tango followed by him pulling you close. When he did that, he also rolled his head back, exposing the skin of his neck and making that much more of a show from his quite notably unbuttoned black shirt.

Wooyoung viewed his body as part of the art and you couldn’t help but agree. The third time you practiced getting swept into his arms, his head rolling away as you were held against the warmth of his chest, his heart hammering beneath you, you leaned forward, your lips finding his throat like they were magnetized there.

You felt him give a deep hum beneath you as he, rather than step into the sequence's next move, immediately slid both of his hands to be flush around your waist. When you pulled away slightly, Wooyoung attacked, his own lips latching onto the spot above your collarbone. His hips angled, drifting forward until they were fully flush against yours.

"So this is what you want, huh?"

"Well," you teased, voice low as Wooyoung’s lips traveled down and then back up, “seems like you do too."

"Of course," he agreed as he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, "why would I not?"

Jongho

It was one of your greatest joys in life to have such a sensible, loving boyfriend at your side. However, he wasn’t the most into physical touch, at least not nearly as much as you were. Sometimes Jongho just needed some encouragement.

He lay at your side, half under the sheets and half out, just plaintively staring at the ceiling as he rested on his back, not one part of him touching you. You felt your lips fall into a pout, wishing he would cuddle with you now that your bedtime conversation had ceased, dreamy words subsiding in favor of that near-sleep contemplative state.

You knew part of it was that he didn’t want to overstep boundaries, didn’t want to disturb you. But if that was the case, you considered as you shifted in the sheets, mattress creaking a bit beneath your motion, it was your job to show him he would not be disturbing you in the slightest. And you knew exactly what would flip Jongho’s affection switch.

Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his neck and kissing him before he could protest or question the sudden gesture. Sure enough, you felt Jongho relax, firm muscles melting still after a momentary freeze. As you nuzzled in, lips still traveling, he tilted his head, giving you greater access, and you smiled. Jackpot.

Jongho loved it when you kissed his neck, and you sure didn't mind taking advantage of that fact, especially right then. He flipped over from his back to his side, suddenly facing you, those big beautiful eyes you loved staring intently.

"Why this all of a sudden?"

"Because I love you," you replied, eyelashes fluttering.

"Well, let me return the favor, too," he told you, propping his head up with one hand.

You couldn't resist a smile as he pulled you closer.

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steviebbboi · 19 days

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Hi love love your work ❤️ I was wondering if you’d be open for a request on Good For It Ari? Was wondering if there was a chance they get pregnant eventually? 😊 Would love a one shot about that if you’re open to it :)

Hi hi! <3 omg, thank you sm for sending in this ask!! I love this prompt too. Hope I did it justice!~

Pairing: Lumberjack!Recluse!Ari x F!Reader (Good For It)

Word Count: 1k~

Summary: The multitude of ways that Ari continues to care, love and protect you during your pregnancy.

You could read the original fic here.

Disclaimer: ***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't demureeee***

Reblogs help writers reach more readers who may also enjoy our work. As you like, kindly reblog~ <3

Warnings/Triggers: reader is pregnant, pregnancy hormones, negative intrusive thoughts surrounding body image.

“Love, what do you think you’re doing?”

You turned at hearing Ari’s deep baritone voice questioning you by the doorway. A soft, teasing smirk on his handsome face as he leaned against the doorway, just watching you.

“The light was hitting me in the wrong spot.” You pouted while sitting pathetically down on the floor.

Ari chuckled, “So you thought that you would try to move the armchair, on your own?”

Releasing out a huff, “I’m pregnant, Ari. Doesn’t make me weaker or less capable.” Your pout only deepened as your face formed an annoyed frown. Looking at the unwavering soft smile on his face made you harumph, turn away from him to cross your arms childishly across your growing belly.

Ever since you got pregnant, you felt so incapable of doing the things that you wanted to do. You would waddle over to the couch and need to grip Ari’s tree trunk arms for support. Or, if you wanted to reach for a plate on the high shelf, your belly just pressed onto the counter uncomfortably as you would attempt to reach for it until your efforts could be heard by Ari, who would come over to get it for you in a second.

In other words, it was exhausting to rely on Ari all the time.

It’s not like you weren’t grateful for his presence, you were! You always love feeling cared for by Ari, and certainly since you told him that you were expecting, he has been so loving. ‘Love’ was his endearment on a daily basis now, and was freely said in every space. No longer was Ari, Mr. Gruntle Grumps (well, -ish. You just got exclusively better at learning how to speak ‘Ari’).

But you also loved the independence that existed in your relationship before getting pregnant. You miss the freedom of going anywhere that you wanted, the ability to get out of bed without assistance, or like now– being able to move your armchair that always seems to be a degree off center and because of that, the sun would annoyingly hit your face.

You moved it back after every use because the room felt so asymmetrical when it wasn’t in a certain position. But when you would sit in your comfy armchair for your daily read, you would either always forget to move it yourself (however greuling the task is to do), or ask Ari to move it forward before you started reading.

Henceforth, we get situations like now where you try to deep squat (and fail), attempt to pull the chair forward (unsuccessfully) and then flail back to catch yourself and pout on the floor. You used to be able to still pull it forward yourself in the earlier stages of your pregnancy, but it's become increasingly difficult by the day as time goes by.

Nowadays, you still try to do it yourself, but you quickly give up, and eventually just practice sucking it up and suffering in the shine of the sun, less you get caught by Ari trying to lift heavy things.

So stuck in your frustrated pouting, you finally got caught by Ari today and could almost feel the silent judgment from your position on the floor.

Feeling tears brim to your eyes, you sniffled silently as you tried to wipe them away before he could see. You felt so irrational and your hormones just went haywire all the time.

Suddenly, you feel a hand stroke the back of your head affectionately and you look up to see Ari kneeling over you with an empathetic look on his face.

“You miss bein’ able to do stuff, huh.” Ari said compassionately, that soft smile not budging from his face as he continued stroking your hair. Tears fell over as you put a fist to your eyes to wipe it away.

Another thing that you have appreciated about Ari is that he doesn't judge you. Not ever, not once.

It seems like he understood how you were feeling without you having to even say anything. It was unlike you to not communicate, but Ari took the brunt of it effortlessly. He bypassed your own criticisms on his sense of judgment, he merely noticed, and just observed.

Sometimes, you would feel insecure in your body as you would notice a stretch mark blooming here and there. Or looking at how disproportionate your body was as your tummy grew.

It was a beautiful process to go through, and you so wanted this with Ari, but every now and again, your brain would tell you all of these harmful and intrusive thoughts that just seemed to eat at you the further you were along in your pregnancy.

Your brain would criticize and tell you that even Ari is burdened by you, or that he would judge you for your looks or incapabilities– even if you knew that he would never treat you that way.

Though, in a way, Ari seemed to be well-versed in protecting you even from yourself.

Even now as he waited patiently with you on the floor, just stroking your hair and over your hunched back, he never complained. He only waited for you to sniffle your last sniffle, to look up at him with a pout as he helped you off the floor, and put his large arms around you to form a protective support and embrace.

The next day, you saw translucent curtains hanging from the windows. That way, the sun wouldn’t hit you as harshly whilst you got to enjoy reading your book that was now comfortably lit by a dimmed, warm glow.

You cried when you realized Ari did that for you too. He kissed you on the forehead and whispered promises of adoration. The clarity of his love was so tender as he simply laid a giant hand on your stomach.

“I got you, love.” Ari said with the same reverence of love during that time at the bar. He’s shown you time and time again how much he cares and loves you – how your comfort and safety was the intention behind everything that he would do.

He was good for it.

A/N: lil drabble, lil drabble there 🥹 hope you enjoyed the snippet of their life. thank you again for sending in the ask!

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philistiniphagottini · 3 months

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🙂‍↕🙂‍↕ good morning nagi, with ur wuwa requests open please don’t forget to prioritise yourself, and take things at your own pace <3.

with that, i wanted to put in a request and ur welcome to change up the prompts or character 🤗 ‘was thinking maybe prompts 50, 64, 66 with geshu lin + female reader please? or calcharo – whoever you see most fitting. and maybe with slight predator / prey undertones.. there’s just something about putting a big and scary man in his place that... 🤭🤭 thank u nagi, even if u just read this! we love u 🫶😊

Hi, thank you for all the love Anon, I really appreciate your kind words. I am going to do my best with taking things at my own pace and try not to let requests overwhelm me again. But thank you for sending in a wuwa request, I decided to go with Calcharo but I basically know nothing about Geshu Lin and I'm too terrified to even attempt to write him. I hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun~

Smut Prompts

50 + 64 + 66

cw. smut, light bondage, fem dom, pussy job (i don't like the term but it's the best way to describe what the hell is going on) hand job, female reader, MDNI

“What are you looking at?”

A coy smile curled on your kiss swollen lips in response to Calcharo’s question, his voice rumbling in his chest and vibrating against your fingertips. You leaned further against him, his bare, searing flesh warm under your naked thighs as you sat perched in his lap, knees beside his hips as you rested more of your weight against him. Your eyes roved over his form lay bare beneath you, chin balanced in the upturned palm of your hand as you drank in every intimate detail. Calcharo liked to act like he was unfazed by this encounter, but you knew him well enough to spot the cracks in his facade.

Dots of sweat beaded on his forehead, long locks of silver hair framing his flushed cheeks as he stared up at you with lidded eyes. The pupils were blown wide with lust, fair lashes fanning over his burning cheeks as his bruised lips parted around soft pants. His fingers knotted in the fine silk binding his wrists to the headboard, nails threatening to start tearing holes in the fabric of the crude tangle keeping him tethered to the bed frame. All it would take was one simple twist of his wrists and he could free himself. But he wouldn’t. Not yet at least. You liked to think that he was secretly enjoying this, completely at the mercy to your every whim and fancy. It’s something that you mused as his achingly hard cock twitched between your supple thighs, the drooling tip resting between the cleft of your arse cheeks as thicks pearls of pre-cum smeared against your boiling skin.

“I’m looking at you, Calcharo” you replied. “Have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?”

A soft groan stirred in Calcharo’s throat, his cock twitching as the wet head slapped against your skin in impatience. He swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, Adam’s apple bobbing with an audible gulp. His tongue peeked out between the seam of his lips, wetting the dry and cracked skin as his eyes darted along your body. His hands itched as you pressed your body closer, the soft curves of your body contrasted against the hard planes of muscle sculpted in his body. His hands itched to grab the pillowy softness of your chest and his teeth ached to bite into the soft flesh of your plump thighs. Your intoxicating scent curled deep in his lungs with every shaky breath he took and he could already taste you in the back of his throat. His eyes flickered back up to your face, his mind in a daze as the sight of your sumptuous body sitting atop of him slowly drove every nerve in his body mad with desire.

“Are you just going to sit there all night? Or are you actually going to do something?” Calcharo grunted, the gruffness of his voice grating against your ears.

The desperation seeping into the edges of his tone only made the warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach twist tighter. A soft hum bubbled up your throat as you tapped your chin in thought, cocking your head slightly to the side as you regarded the man beneath you.

“Hmm, I wonder~” you teased with a coy smirk.

You drummed your fingers along his chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat pulsing beneath your fingertips as you traced random patterns into his skin. Various scars littered his torso and you couldn’t contain the curious touch of your hand as you rubbed it along his chest. You could feel him shudder beneath you, a soft pinch forming between his brow as he stuffed his bottom lip between his teeth to contain the sinful noises that tried to crawl out of his throat. Another thoughtful noise rumbled in your chest and with a breathy sigh breezing past your lips, you decided to finally relent.

“I suppose you’ve been a good boy for me.”

You delighted in the way Calcharo’s cock jumped eagerly between your sticky thighs, his kiss swollen lips released from the grip of his teeth as a soft moan fell from his lips. You traced your fingers along his torso as you lifted your hips, sliding along his body and finding a more suitable position to relax in. Your fingers slid down his abdomen, playfully dipping into the various lip prints etched into his skin, your bright lipstick bleeding into his skin like a small garden of flowers in bloom. A pleasant shiver ripples down your spine as you slide the wet seam of your cunt along Calcharo’s cock, prompting more slick to spill from your core as pearls of your arousal dripped down your quaking thighs. Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as you wrapped your hand around the fat head of his cock, fingers struggling to touch around his girth as your slick pussy slid along the length of his shaft.

You both shared shuddering gasps and heady moans, your combined noises of pleasure filling your stuffy bedroom. Your hips swayed as you dragged your wet pussy along Calcharo’s dick, his cock slipping between the delicate petals of your creamy folds as your arousal webbed on his skin. Your pussy drooled hungrily for him, your fluttering hole clenching around nothing and aching to be filled as the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. You moaned loudly, soused lashes fluttering over your flushed cheeks as your hips jolted forward. You heard the bed frame creak as Calcharo tugged on his restraints, a soft growl hissing through his teeth as he watched your body sway above him. Your soft tits bounced with each stuttering thrust of your hips, the pert tips of your nipples pebbling with arousal as your skin prickled with goosebumps despite the rapturous heat swirling inside of you.

“Hmm, Calcharo” you whined.

His name dripped from your tongue like honey, soothing your parched throat as you rolled the syllables around your tongue and swallowed thickly. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as the tip of his cock slapped against the sensitive nub of your clit, the bundle of nerves flushing to life as pearls of his arousal dripped through your messy pussy. Calcharo struggled beneath you, hips wriggling and bucking against your alluring warmth as his cock twitched harshly. The feeling of your silky lips sliding against his boiling skin made his mouth water, dazed eyes hypnotized by the rhythm of your hips as his cock split apart the seam of your pussy. You could feel him throbbing in the palm of your hand as you were jolted in his lap, almost bucked from your seat. You could care less. All your hazy mind could focus on was the boiling pleasure in the pit of your stomach threatening to bubble over. A shaky hand crawled over your chest, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you cupped one of your breasts. You heard Calcharo growl beneath you as your fingers teased and tugged at a puffy nipple, rolling the stiff bud in slow circles as you grind your pussy against him harder.

“Don’t” Calcharo warned.

You knew how feral it made Calcharo when you touched yourself while he was pleasuring you. It made him want to sink his teeth into you and intimately rip you apart at the seams, crawl under your skin and tear you asunder with mind numbing bliss. A coy smile curled on your lips as you cooed down at him, twisting your nipple harder between the deft digits of your fingers as your eyes shimmered with mirth.

“I can feel you throbbing” you teased. “Do you want to cum baby?”

A choked response gurgled in Calcharo’s throat as you gripped him tighter, pussy slobbering over him as his cock pulsed in your warm hand. He struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed, the tacet mark etched onto his forehead flaring for a brief, few seconds before settling once more. The small tip of his head indicated his response to your question, voice catching in his throat as his nails scratched at the fraying edges of the rope binding him. Your body started to tremble along with the bed frame as you crept closer to your peak, body teetering just on the edge. Your tongue softly lolled out from between your spit soaked lips as you rubbed the head of Calcharo’s cock against your slippery clit, pressing the fat tip against the raw nerve over and over again until one of you finally unravelled.

Calcharo was the first to succumb, the pressure in his stomach pulling taut and snapping. He grunted loudly, your name stuck in his mouth like a broken mantra. He rutted against you, the tip of his cock kissing your clit and bobbing as it exploded with thick, sticky strings of white. The thick rivulets drowned the aching button of your clit, warm threads dripping through the silky folds of your pussy as Calcharo snarled like a beast beneath you. The searing heat against the exposed nub of your clit made the tension inside of you unfurl, bursting forth into white, hot euphoria. Your body trembled as the cant of your hips came to a sudden halt, stars wavering in your vision as your core pulsed and your veins were flooded with searing bliss. The muscles in your legs tensed as you mewled, your hips twitching forward to chase the sparks of friction that left you gasping. Your pussy clenched around nothing, nectar flowing from your core and staining Calcharo’s skin with translucent threads. Your nerves tingled like a live wire as you pitch forward, body on the verge of collapsing as the pleasure did a victory lap around your system. The sound of fine silk ropes snapping was barely audible over your pulse droning loudly in your ears, heart ready to leap out of your throat as you greedily filled your lungs with air.

You shrieked when you felt strong hands grasp your hips and your world was suddenly sent spinning. Your body gently bounced as you were pushed into the mattress, sweat soaked sheets clinging to your clammy skin as you looked around you with dazed eyes. Your arms were wrenched high above your head, the tattered remains of silk coiling tight around your wrists as your hands were bound. You were a panting, hot mess beneath Calcharo as he hovered above you, your trembling body engulfed in his shadow as he pressed closer to you. A smirk slowly crawled over his parched lips, eyes holding a predatory glint as he flashed his fangs at you.

“You had your fun, little lamb. Now, I believe it’s my turn.”

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solaris-amethyst · 2 months

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💫Would you choose him over me?💫

✨Pairing: non idol!Yeosang x afab!reader ✨Prompt: Could I request a jealous Yeosang because his gf!reader spends a lot of time playing acnh with Seonghwa? Only if you want of course 😊 ✨Requested by 🐼 anon🫶🏻 ✨Word count: 2.1k ✨Genre: angst, jealousy, Yeosang becomes a little insecure, partners au, fluff at the end ☀️Authors note: Hello💓 thank you so much for sending in a request! I tried really hard writing the jealousy part and angst part of this fic! Thank you for entrusting me with that and I hope you enjoyed this one shot!🫶🏻

Yeosang didn't know it was possible for him to feel jealousy. He thought that was something beyond him but recently he has realized that he's gotten jealous. Jealous over your relationship with his friend Seonghwa.

Wooyoung and San had been the ones to mention it to him that he sounded jealous every time he spoke about your relationship with Seonghwa. Claiming that he would act a bit different and pout when he mentioned you were hanging out together.

He had denied it at the moment but when he had gotten home to your shared apartment and heard the laughter from both you and Seonghwa, bonding over Animal Crossing New Horizon, he had felt a surge of what could only be jealousy bubbling in his chest over the fact that the two of you were sitting close to each other.

You looked incredibly happy chatting with his friend and a part of him wondered if you were as happy with him as you were with Hwa.

Shaking away those thoughts as he went and sat down behind you, bringing you into his lap so he could back hug you on the couch.

"Hi babe! Did you have fun with Woo and San today?" You questioned, turning around and giving him a little kiss on the cheek which resulted in a small smile from your boyfriend.

"Mhmm I did. Are the two of you having fun?" He asked as he gave a nod to Seonghwa as his way of saying hello, who nodded back with a bright smile of his own.

Would you find his smile prettier than his own Yeosang wondered.

"We have! We've been showing each other our islands and been fishing together!" Seonghwa said, holding up his switch so he could see Hwas character and yours standing together fishing.

He nodded and gave a forced smile towards his friend. He truly shouldn't be jealous or worried, he doesn't play the game the two of you are playing so why was he feeling something bubble in his chest seeing the two characters looking cute next to each other?

"Are you okay baby?" You ask, his behavior a bit different from what you were used to. He was usually all bright and smiley and loved to listen to whatever you had to tell him even if it meant he'd spend 4 hours listening to you talk about cat videos you had seen earlier in the day.

"It's nothing. I'm a bit tired from hanging out with Woo and San." He fake yawns and cuddles closer. "Don't mind me I'll just rest for a little while." He says whilst closing his eyes, leaning his head on your shoulder and holding you closer to him.

"Okay if you say so. You sure you don't wanna go to the bedroom and rest there?" You ask and he just waves you off.

What you don't know is that Yeosang doesn't want to leave. Because what if you end up liking Seonghwa more than him?

So he decided then and there that sitting here cuddling you from the back while the two of you play that dumb game of yours will be the perfect way of making sure you won't.

You and Seonghwa continued to play the game together, laughing and having fun until it was time for him to go home and for you and Yeosang to go to bed. After hugging your friend goodbye the two of you did your evening routines together in silence, enjoying each other's presence.

Yeosang was extra cuddly that night which surprised you.

"Oh wow do I have a little koala next to me?" You joke lightly, giving his cheek a little kiss causing his beautiful face to scrunch up cutely.

"I've missed you that's all." He pouts looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes before sneaking in a little kiss from you causing a smile to blossom on your face.

A smile Yeosang adored so much.

"Well I'm not going anywhere don't worry." You tell him snuggling closer before falling asleep in his arms. Your boyfriend ends up hugging you throughout the entire night.

The next few days had been hell for Yeosang.

You and Seonghwa continued to spend time together bonding over the game he had no relations to. You had gone to a popup store together, gone to the lego store together and even went to an animal crossing cafe together.

Usually he'd never care about these things but now he wanted to be the one doing all of these things with you.

Posting cute pictures online and having to hear about it when the day was over and he'd ask what you had done that day did nothing for his growing jealousy and the slight insecurities of that you might fall for Seonghwa and stop loving him.

Why couldn't he like Animal Crossing like you two did?

He tried not to let his thoughts get to him, but a part of him started to worry that you might end up choosing Seonghwa over him. Especially when you spent so much time together.

And sometimes he swore the two of you would be giggling over something and the moment he entered the room you'd quiet down. It made his thoughts run rampant some days and he hated it. He also hated how he wasn't sure how to bring it up to you.

He didn't want to sound like he was accusing you of something when in reality he was just scared of loosing you. The one person whom he loves so much it sometimes hurt. The one person who brings so much joy to his life.

And today the jealousy and fear was bubbling a little bit extra in his chest after seeing the pictures Hwa had posted earlier of the two of you on instagram.

"Hey baby I'm gonna go grocery shopping! Do you wanna come with me?" You ask as you put on a cardigan and Yeosang can't stop the scoff before it escapes him.

"Why don't you ask Seonghwa if he wants to go with you?" He asks which makes you stop what you're doing looking back in confusion before going to find him in the living room.

"What?"

"Yeah, why don't you go to Seonghwa instead?"

He feels petty right now and you look so confused at what he's saying. He starts feeling a bit bad, perhaps he should have spoken to you he thinks when he sees your face.

"Why would I go to him? I'd wanna go with you? You're my boyfriend are you not?" you ask trying to figure out why he's acting the way he is.

"Why wouldn't you wanna go with him? You've been with him an awful lot these days." You can see your boyfriend pout a little which causes you to walk up to him.

"Okay what is going on? Are you jealous over the fact that I've been hanging out with Seonghwa?" You ask and he looks away from you. Confirming what you had just asked to be true.

"So what if I have been jealous?? You guys have been hanging out all the time since bonding over that game. Going on what seems like dates and posting it all over instagram." He vents, clearly frustrated looking at you with glossy eyes.

"Why haven't you told me you feel like th-" You start but he cuts you off.

"And you guys seem to have so much fun playing together and I don't blame you Seonghwa is like amazing and perfect in every way shape and form. You giggle and talk to each other and when I enter the room you two quiet down as if you're hiding something from me." He says and your eyes widen.

You and Seonghwa had been hiding something from him, but not what Yeosang seems to be thinking. Seonghwa had been helping you to find a bracelet that would fit him, so you could gift it to your boyfriend on your anniversary. The two of you had done your best to hide that from him.

But apparently you two had not been doing a very good job.

"Yeosang."

"Would you choose him over me?" He asks, biting his lip fearing your answer and you look at him with eyes filled with sadness.

Not over the accusation but the fact that your boyfriend had not felt like he could come and talk about this with you when it had oh so clearly bothered him.

"Yeosang baby, I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say okay?" You say carefully taking his hands into yours, allowing him to refuse if he so would like.

He doesn't. His hand stays still in yours and you let your thumb carefully glide over his hand in a comforting gesture.

"I would never choose Seonghwa over you. It is not Seonghwa I love but Kang Yeosang. It is not Seonghwa I think about during the day but you. You are so perfect and amazing in my eyes Sangie. I admit I have spent a lot of time with Hwa but that is not because I love him the way I love you. It's because we share a common interest. I am sorry that I made you feel like I might have had feelings for him by spending so much time with him. It is you that I love. I love you. The reason we've been giggling and talking and quieting down when you enter the room is because he's been helping me pick out a present for you but I realize now how that would have looked from your point of view." You told him, not looking away from him once as you spoke to him sincerely.

"Oh..." Yeosang felt dumb now, of course you wouldn't choose someone else over him the way he had thought. It had been you who had asked him out all those months ago when you two first became a couple.

He felt the jealousy simmer away and the fear transforming into something akin towards shame. Shame he had doubted you, his girlfriend and your relationship.

"How long have you felt like this?" You ask squeezing his hand.

"Since that day I came home and clung to you on the couch after hanging out with Woo and San." He admitted and your heart broke a little.

"Oh Yeosangie, how I wish you would have come to me earlier to talk about this. But you know what, I want you to know that It's you I love and want to spend time with. You're so perfect in my eyes and I wish you could see how much I think about how lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend. How about to make up for the lost time we spend the entire week together, just you and me, doing whatever you want to do." You tell him, hoping he'd find that idea good.

He nods before bringing you in for a hug.

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I just got scared. You seemed to have so much fun with him." He admits blinking away the tears of shame threatening to fall from his gorgeous brown eyes.

"While I have been having fun with him you should know I have even more fun when I am with you. You can ask Seonghwa himself, I've talked his ear off about you and how much I adore you." You tell him, kissing his cheek.

"Wait really?" He looks almost baffled that you would have talked about him to others causing you to chuckle.

"Yeah, you're my amazing boyfriend, of course I'd want to tell others about you." You say with a wink.

Yeosang groans feeling how he's been so ridiculous being jealous over something that he could have resolved quickly and not have it get to the point where he thought you'd leave him for Seonghwa.

"God I feel like such an idiot right now." He groans and you chuckle

"Well then you're my idiot. My idiot whom I love and gonna spend time cuddle with and tell him all the ways I love him." you tell him.

"Cuddling would be nice."

He admits as you drags him to the couch to cuddle, already planning on giving him the amount of kisses he deserves while chasing away all the insecurities and doubts he might still have left.

The groceries you wanted to buy forgotten for now but that’s okay because you got something much more important to do which included chatting your boyfriends ear off about all the things you adore about him.

Starting with:

”I’d choose you in every universe my love.”

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sugairsstuff · 9 months

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Hi saw you're looking to write stories and was hoping to send some inspiration your way! I am a sucker for "Who did this to you?" Trope and I'm just in need of more Cassian from ACOTAR on this site. So I'm thinking of a little one-shot story of the reader getting hurt by an ex or a family member she doesn't get along with and the General of the Night Court being Angry about it.

Happy Writing! Can't wait to see what you come up with! 😊

thank you very much for being my first request! and i’d be happy to- sorry if i’m a bit rusty- i hope you enjoy how i approached this prompt!

who did this to you.

cassian x fem reader (a court of thorns and roses)

warnings: mentions of abuse, minor descriptions of violence

summary: you run into an ex who wrongfully treated you, and in his pathetic attempts to beg you for forgiveness he injures you. conflicted, you choose not to tell your mate, both suppressing your right to feel emotional and worried for cassian should he go after the male. but your mate knows you like the back of his hand, and you decide to tell the truth before cassian figures it out himself.

(credit to @cafekitsune for the divider)

You stand at the end of one of the House of Wind’s scarlet-wreathed hallways, thinking only of how grateful you are of your dress’ long sleeves as your left hand rubs your opposing wrist- which throbs with the inevitable purpling of a bruise wrapped around it. Although you know your mate adores when you wear pretty jewelry of all kinds, something tells you that seeing this makeshift bracelet your ex-boyfriend gifted you today in the city would only make your mate’s crimson eyes see redder.

Your chest feels heavy, swirling with a flurry of emotions as you root yourself to the end of this hallway. The sounds of your friends’ voices- laughter- from beyond the grand doorway that stood opposing you overpowered the beating of your heart in your ears, though not the flurry in your chest that leaked into your brain, watering the seeds of your feelings and forging them into thoughts.

Your ex, so unimportant his name isn’t even needed, had ran into you accidentally whilst you were browsing a vendor selling handcrafted bookmarks in the city’s local markets. Once you saw him and made to slip into the crowd in an attempt of avoidance, it was too late, as he was already calling out your name in a tone that began in surprise and evolved into frustation. And when you didn’t look back, worried he wanted to pour his heart out to you, beg for another chance after the wicked ways he’d treated you in your past relationship, he wrapped his hand around your right wrist. He tugged you back, ignoring your sharp shout of both warning and shock as the crowd meandered past you without sparing second glances.

You didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, your mind already in a frenzied panic as his grip only got tighter the more you tried to pull your wrist back to the safety of your side. His pleading, persuasive tone betrayed the vice-like hold he had on your wrist as he tried to force you to hear him out, hear his babbling of apologies and promises ‘to change’ and ‘to be better’.

By the time you had wrenched your wrist free, so desperate to simply get out of there, your response you threw at him was only a brief shout to leave you alone that came out more shaky than you were going for. Forgetting all your other leisurely plans for the day, you trekked back to the House of Wind, gripping your aching wrist and blinking tears back as you stared at the ground a few paces ahead of your swiftly moving boots.

So now you stand at the end of this hallway.

Thinking.

While your ex himself is old business, the encounter with him had resurfaced memories with him that left a bad taste in the back of your mouth. But they are old memories, you tell yourself to try and convince yourself there is no need to tell Cassian. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, the bruise would heal, and Gods above did you not want to send your mate on a warpath with the destination of wherever your ex lives. As much as you wouldn’t mind seeing he who does not deserve a name get what he actually deserves, you didn’t want Cassian paying the consequences for his actions. You nod to yourself in self-assuring confirmation of your decision.

You’re startled out of your head with the sudden worry you’ve been caught standing and staring at nothing like a lunatic. You glance around to ensure no person nor shadow was lurking, exhaling in small relief as you can’t think of a reasonable enough sounding excuse for your current behaviour. Don’t mind me, just contemplating the meaning of life! You scoff to yourself at your own weak joke, and move forwards until you reach the large double doors.

When you enter, familiar faces turn up to greet or smile at you from their places on the lounge room’s velvet sofas.

“There she is. You’re welcome for babysitting your whining mate, believe me when I say he’s been waiting for you the entire time in here to return from your devastatingly long two hour journey into the city.” Rhysand smirks, joking elaborately in a playful jab at his brother, with one of his hands tangled with Feyre’s in her lap- who sat nearly next to him but mostly on top of him.

“We were just wondering where you were.” Feyre jumps in to avoid the brothers getting into a back-and-forth bicker about clinginess. Her blue eyes twinkle like stars as she leans forwards a little, “So, how much did you spend today?” the female grins, looking too much alike to her mate.

You make your way to Cassian’s side immediately, standing next to the large armchair he was sprawled in rather than accepting his soft invites into his lap. He reaches over to you with both a wing and hand, the former brushing your back and the latter reaching to graze against your fingers. Placing a smile on your face comes easy as you look to Feyre, “Hate to disappoint, I only bought fresh ink and a new book.” you tell her, patting the small leather bag that rests against your hip as your excuse to move your hand away from Cassian’s. One small displacement of your sleeve would leave you having explaining to do, which you really would prefer to avoid.

Feyre whines a complaint in how you need to treat yourself more often to luxuries- as if this family hasn’t done that enough for you- before her attention switches to the male sitting below you, “Aw, sorry, Cassian, am I stealing all the attention away from you?” she teases.

You look down at your mate to see the pout on his pretty lips that elicited Feyre’s joke. One look at him, and you can tell him missing your presence wasn’t actually what was bothering him. Instead, his gaze was focused on the hand you had, apparently not subtly enough, moved away from him. Damn you for underestimating how well your mate knows you.

Cassian’s brows furrows ever so slightly as he looks up at you, a few raven black strands falling free from its messily half-tied state, appearing as though he were deeply pondering something. He looks as though he wants to say something, most likely ask why you’re acting oddly, though instead he rises to his feet and his hand lifts to brush not your hand but gently against your cheek.

Grinning, Cassian turns to Feyre and Rhysand, “Well, call me now the thief of the thief,” he shoots back equally as playfully to the High Lady, “I think we’ll be off so I can give my mate a properly informal greeting,” he jests, wiggling his eyebrows and winking at the two as he stole you away using a large, calloused hand centred on the small of your back.

You know better, though, this is simply Cassian’s way of preventing you from being put on the spot in front of two pairs of prying eyes. Cassian led you through the House of Wind’s corridors, pace slowing to make up for your lack of height in comparison to the Illyrian.

“How was your day, baby?” Cassian asks, his tone too soft for your liking right now. He’s testing the waters, you are well aware, both trying to solidify his feeling something was off and see if you are okay.

“It was fine,” you tell him honestly- well, all the parts without your ex in it. You fail to meet Cassian’s eye, afraid that if you do your mate will see right through you and know for certain you are upset. But this response only makes your mate fall quiet for a beat too long, something rare for the extroverted, energetic warlord. You hear Cassian suck in a breath as you turn a corner, and in moments he’s opening the large carved wooden door to your expansive chambers for you.

Cassian kicks the door shut gently before turning to you. You untie your boots and pull them off before he has the chance to offer to do so himself, and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. To avoid Cassian getting straight to the point and asking if something is amiss, you deflect before anything is sent, “I’m going to go run a bath. The place’s staircase is brutal,” you joke, speaking without thinking as you notice Cassian perk up a tad.

The male looks more relieved in his body language though apprehensiveness lingers in his gaze as he turns to you with a boyish smirk, “Am I invited to that event?” your mate tries.

You know you pause for a second too long as Cassian’s expression falls slightly and he begins to reel back his comment with something with just as much lightheartedness as there was worry for you, “Or shall I leave the lady to her flowery bubblebath and soap?”

You frown and shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay, I want you to come.” Normally, you’d make a sexual joke to lure him in the hot, soapy water with you, but the burden that Cassian will inevitabley discover exactly what is making things not okay in minutes was leaning over you.

“Okay,” is all Cassian responds with, and you inwardly cringe at how clear it is how simultaneously unsure and sure he is that something is bothering you. That heavy feeling in your chest returns, settling back to where it sat in that hallway as now you feel guilty for confusing your mate over such a small, meaningless encounter with a hostile ex. Or so you tell yourself.

It’s as if a tether is attached to that weight in your chest, giving a comforting tug that pulls some of it off of your lungs. You look up to Cassian, knowing that tether was instead that special little string that tied the beautiful bow of your bond. Your mate looks much more serious now as his deep red eyes flicker with concern, though he still speaks softly, “Come on. That bath’s calling our names.”

You stand rather than sit in the large bathroom as Cassian leans over the luxurious tub, hand testing the water as he makes sure it’s set to the temperature you like the most. You make no move to begin undressing, your arms wrapped tightly around you. The bruise no longer throbs as it sits untouched, but you’re still painfully aware of it.

Cassian eventually turns to you, his large wings extending slightly as he approaches you. Seeing as you are still undressed, his hand traces its way around your waist where two of his fingers catch the string of the dress’ corset, “May I?” he asks, though there are no lustful undertones in the warlord’s deep voice, despite him preparing to strip his lover in front of a steaming bath.

You nod up at him, but place a hand on his wrist before he makes a move. Cassian’s gaze flicks to yours immediately. His brows pinch upwards slightly in gentle questioning.

“Just- don’t freak out. Don’t panic. Okay?” you say vaguely, and watch as Cassian’s expression only becomes more worried. “Cassian.” you say, more sternly.

“You’re scaring me here,” he says, your name trailing at the end of his sentence rather than one of his more playful pet names. When you only look up at him with a pleading gaze, Cassian gives in with a sigh, “Okay.”

Your mate commences, tugging the dress loosely ever so gently. You can tell he’s alert as he stands over you, his wings and scent engulfing you as he peels off your day dress. You watch his face closely as he watches your body. Any other day, and you knew what you’d find there- sweet, honey-dripping lust and warm, intimate love as more of your figure is exposed to him. Right now, though, his brow is furrowed, and he’s looking at every inch of your skin, scanning you for what exactly your warning meant.

Cassian gently tugs the sleeves of the dress off of your arm. His crimson gaze looks to your left wrist, and then to your right wrist.

And then Cassian goes rigid.

You never understood how eyes could darken like the ways they were described to in all the books Nesta reads, but watching your mate now- now you fully understand. Leaning over you, eyes unmoving from the splotchy purple markings around your wrist, you watch as lethal anger fills his vision, you see your mate see exactly the colour of his eyes as pure, vicious anger seeps into his blood and runs it cold.

“Who.” Cassian’s voice is low, quiet. You blink at the husky, nearly strangled-sounding word that your mate managed out. “Who did this to you.” he says, his eyes finally meeting yours, and you see that the look in them has changed only slightly- just enough to show you it is far from you that Cassian is angry at.

You look down, your eyes stinging suddenly as tears brim your eyes and you have no idea why. You don’t answer, so Cassian speaks for you, tone low though not harsh towards you, “Was it him?”

You nod, and open your mouth to speak and curse yourself for stumbling over your words, “We ran into each other at the market earlier. He- he grabbed me, Cass, and he wouldn’t let go. I was so scared. I just ran.” you manage, feeling the cool trail of a tear drip down your cheek. The sight of that alone was enough for Cassian.

He curses, stepping back from you as his wings flare. “I am going to kill him. I swear to every God above, he’s a fucking dead male walking.” Cassian growls, both of you having completely forgotten about your planned bath together as he paces the bathroom like a prowling predator, as if he were plotting right now all the ways he’d make that male suffer.

You move towards him then, tears still running down your cheeks as you set your right hand on his arm, feeling how tight and tense the muscles beneath are. “No, Cassian,” you tell him, “you can’t. Don’t go after him, please, Rhysand can’t play favourites no matter what you do to him,” you tell him.

Cassian looks down at you, the fury in his gaze swirling and settling and then slipping away. He sighs, moving his own two hands to cup your cheeks gently. The large male uses his thumbs to brush away your tears. “Okay.” he says, sounding almost reluctant. “But I still can’t let him get away with this. I won’t.” Cassian tells you, his tone stern yet not harsh in an assurance that he would not let this happen to you ever again. He pulls you close to his chest, wrapping both his arms and wings around you, cocooning you in warmth. Cassian strokes your hair, letting you smoosh your cheek against his chest and listen to his slowed, steady heartbeat.

“I’m sorry for freaking out,” Cassian eventually murmurs once your tears have ceased, earning a small snort and then, blissfully, a laugh from you.

“Don’t worry, I just would rather only him being arrested then both of you.” you respond, and now it’s Cassian’s turn to chuckle. He releases you from his anchoring hold. “We can talk to Rhysand tomorrow, yeah? About the political and civil way to get him punished.” Cassian huffs, emphasizing his words in a joke.

You roll your eyes as you finish undressing, “Oh, yes, how very boring.”

Cassian only grins back at you, joining you once you climb into the tub and pulling you back against his chest, one hand interlocking with yours as he frowns momentarily at the bruising. “My idea of killing him is still up for grabs, though,” he hums.

“Cassian.”

#cassian x reader #cassian #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #bat boys #cassian x y/n #cassian x you

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morgana-larkin · 6 months

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Me againnnn lmao I have another request could u do Melissa x reader where reader is normally quiet but someone brought up their special interest and everyone is kinda weirded out coz reader gets so happy and starts talking about it and sharing facts and stuff but no one except Melissa knows reader is autistic and someone says something mean to reader and she gets upset and Melissa comforts reader and also stands up for her (as always no pressure I’m so so so happy! u r the first person that iv come across who writes fics about Melissa and autistic reader I get so happy when I see a notification from u i literally jump up and down with happiness and your fics really help me to accept im autistic coz I’m still trying to come to terms with it anyway hope u r doing well🫶)

OMG YES! Info dumping! I love it. And I’m so glad my fics are helping you. Feel free as well to message me directly if you ever want. So my other obsession besides Lisa Ann Walter, is Doctor Who and Jodie Whittaker, so of course I chose to have the reader talk about her as the Doctor… I regret nothing 😊. I went a little extra at the end but I’m too gay for Melissa to care. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this so thank you for the prompt and I hope you like it! As always, not edited in the slightest.

For everyone, feel free to keep sending me prompts, and I was thinking about writing a one shot about Cheesy as there’s not enough imo. Let me know if I should or not.

Title based off the song from Shrek 3 and the Italian word stronzo means asshole.

Thank You for Letting Me Be Myself

Warnings: someone is mean to reader, reader struggling with having autism(small part)

Words: 2.3k

You’re sitting in the break room at the table with Barb and Melissa. You get up to get a coffee and when you do you hear someone starting to talk about Doctor Who and you perk up.

You turn around to see Jacob, Mr. Morton and another teacher talking about it. “You guys watch Doctor Who?” You say and they stop talking and look up at you. Normally you’re quiet and don’t really say much as you’re recharging before you go and have to teach your kiddos again.

“Yes, do you watch it?” Jacob asks you and you nod with a big smile. Melissa looks up at you and sees your smile and she can’t help but smile herself. She’s had a crush on you since about 4 months after you started and it’s almost been 9 months that you’re working here.

“Well come here and share your thoughts about it.” Jacob says and you walk over to them, coffee in hand.

“What exactly is your discussion about?” You ask them.

“About the first female doctor, the 13th doctor.” Mr. Morton says and you keep smiling.

“She’s my favourite doctor! Like she’s so enthusiastic and passionate and she just loves everything about what she does! And she’s so funny too, it’s just a joy to watch Jodie play her!” You start and they look at you confused, wondering why you’ve always been quiet but now you’re talkative.

The truth is, you're autistic and the only one that knows is Melissa and she promised not to tell anyone since it’s your secret not hers. You told her because you felt like you kept missing social cues or taking things too literally, so you wanted someone in your corner to help you and she had no problem doing that for you. She looks at you talking so passionately about your favourite show with a smile and heart eyes before going back to her phone, secretly still listening to you.

“And her Tardis is so amazing, oh and her companion’s compliment her so well, and her outfit looks amazing. Did you know that Jodie helped decide on the outfit to support the LGBTQ community since she’s a huge ally. And also…” and you keep going on for about 5 minutes about how much you love the 13th doctor and her era on Doctor Who. Until the other teacher, you don’t know their name, the one Mr. Morton and Jacob were talking too, says something.

“OMG! Would you please shut up!” He says and you quickly shut your mouth. “I preferred it when you didn’t speak at all.” He says, glaring at you. And you look down at the ground, embarrassed before running out of there.

Melissa looked up when he started speaking and is now getting up and walking over to them. “Hey! Don’t talk to her like that. You should count yourself lucky that I won’t contact one of my guys on you.” She says and looks at Jacob. “Why didn’t you say anything?!?” She says to him “or you?” She says to Mr. Morton.

“Sorry Melissa, it all happened so fast.” Mr. Morton says and Jacob nods in agreement.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” She says to the teacher that was mean to you.

“Hey, we were just sitting here talking about it until she cuts in and starts talking about everything that we weren’t even discussing. And she wouldn’t stop talking.” The teacher says , only making a deeper hole for himself. Melissa glares at him.

“I don’t care what you think! There’s better ways to do that!” She says to him.

“She shouldn’t have talked so much and knew that it was too much.” He says, still trying to defend himself.

“She’s autistic you stronzo!” She yells at him and then realises that she just told your secret and has wide eyes. All 3 of them look at her speechless, now understanding that you got excited and were info dumping and didn’t mean to talk so much. Melissa turns around and walks out of the break room and goes to find you.

She ends up finding you in your classroom crying on your chair, hugging your legs. She knocks on the door, “hey y/n it’s me, just wanted to come check on you.” She tells you.

You get up and unlock the door then open it. Melissa’s heart breaks a bit when she sees you. Eyes puffy, red and watery, tear stained cheeks and red nose from you blowing your nose.

“Oh hun.” She says and you walk back to your chair hugging your legs again. Melissa walks in and closes and locks the door then walks over to your desk. “Hey, he was an ass, he shouldn’t have said that to you.” Melissa tells you and crouches down and you look at her.

“No, he’s right, I was talking too much. I shouldn’t have gotten involved in their conversation. I just got so excited,” you tell her and you sniffle a bit.

“Hun, it’s understandable, I know how much you love Doctor Who. You have nothing to be ashamed about.” She tells you and grabs your hand. “Btw I might have accidentally told them that you’re autistic. As in I told them and called that teacher a stronzo for you.” She tells you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to slip out, I just got angry that he was mean to you.” She says, rubbing your hand with her thumb.

“It’s ok, they would have found out eventually. But this is another reason I don’t engage in conversations, cause I might talk too much.” You tell her. Melissa gets up and opens her arms out.

“Come here.” She tells you and motions to hug her. You put your feet down on the ground and then hug her waist since you’re still sitting in your chair. “Why don’t we go back in there, finish lunch. And then after school you can come to my place and I can make you some food and we can watch whatever you want.” She suggests and you look at her surprised.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods. “I would love that.” You tell her and she smiles. She helps you up and then unlocks the door and opens it for you. You both walk out and she sees you’re nervous about going back. She puts an arm wrapped around your back and her other hand on the arm closes to her and rubs it, providing comfort for you.

You get back in and when you enter everyone stops and looks up at you. Melissa can feel you immediately tense up. “What are all youse looking at?” She says and glares at everyone. Everyone immediately looks back down to their phone or food and continues what they were doing. Melissa leads you back to the table where Barb is and Barb gives you a comforting smile.

The teacher that was mean to you gets up and comes over to you. Melissa sees him coming over and glares at him, almost daring him to hurt you again. He has his head hanging a bit, looking embarrassed and stands beside you and you look up at him.

“Hey y/n, I just wanted to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have said what I said to you, I’m sorry.” He tells you and you nod your head at him. You’re too overwhelmed right now and can’t speak. You finish your lunch without saying another word and Melissa keeps glancing at you, worried about you.

You finish up the day quietly. You get the kids to work on their book report so that it’s silent and you don’t have to talk much. At the end of the day, when your last student was picked up you glance over at Melissa down the hall. You taught first grade so your classrooms are close together.

You can’t help but stare at her. She’s bending over and offering one of her students a high five before waving bye to them to go with their parent. You decide to leave now while she’s distracted, you think that maybe it wasn’t the best to get Melissa involved in your situation and shouldn’t have told her you’re autistic. So many people have had to accommodate you or help you and you feel like you should be able to do it yourself now that you’re an adult.

Melissa sees you look at her with a sad expression on your face before leaving. She can’t help but feel like maybe you won’t come over to her place now. When her last student is leaving with their parent a couple minutes later, she practically books it to the parking lot but sees your car is already gone.

She drives home and gets to work on cooking dinner, hoping you’d show. But then she gets a text from you saying that you won’t be able to make it tonight, and she sighs. She researched autism when you told her a few months ago and she knows that when autistic people get overwhelmed, they hide themselves away. She offered for you to come to her place to de-stress with food and tv, so she does the next best thing. After she finished cooking, she packed it into a container, and brought it with her to your place. She went and knocked on your door.

You answered it not too long later with leggings and loose shirt on. “Melissa? What are you doing here?” You ask her.

“Well since you won’t come over to my place, I thought I’d come to you.” She says with a warm smile and you now feel even more guilty for cancelling on her. “I brought over food I made. So either we can eat here or we can go back to my place. Choice is up to you.” She tells you with a shrug. You decide to go to her place and when you get there she gives you your favourite hoodie of hers and you sit on the couch. You’ve been to her place before and you told her that the plastic felt weird to sit on and she removed it the next day so that you’re comfortable when you go there. “Hey, you don’t have to speak but I just want to know that you’re ok.” She says and you nod. She gives you a plate of the food and you see that it’s her spaghetti and meatballs dish. Your favourite food of hers and you smile at her. She joins you on the couch, sitting next to you and then hands you the remote so you can decide what to watch, you decide on Shrek 3.

You watch the movie while eating, with Melissa right next to you, you in her hoodie, and you finally feel like you’re calming down. You put your head on her shoulder after you put your empty plate on the coffee table and she wraps her arm around you. You continue the movie, quoting some of the lines, and when it plays the ending scene with puss and donkey singing thank you, Melissa gets an idea. She guides you up and leads you to the empty space beside her couch and starts dancing with you. When the chorus comes on she sings it to you “I wanna thank you for lettin me be myself…again” She sings and you laugh. When she says the line again, she spins you while singing. The second chorus comes up “come on sing it with me.” She tells you.

The both of you sing it while dancing “I WANNA THANK YOU FOR LETTIN ME BE MYSELF…AGAIN.” You both sing at the top of your lungs. When it ends you’re both laughing and she hugs you.

“Thank you for letting me be myself.” You tell her and she looks at you with a warm smile and places a lock of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“It’s not a problem hun, it doesn’t matter to me that you’re autistic you know. You just think differently, and that's alright.”

You look in her eyes and you lean forward and kiss her. Melissa kisses you back and moves her hand from your cheek to the back of your head and places her left hand on your waist. You pull back and look at her with a smile.

“You kissed me back.” You say to her and she nods. “Why?”

“Because I like you. I have for a few months now.” She tells you.

“For how long?” You ask her and she thinks about it.

“Around the new year.” And you look at her in shock.

“But that’s after I told you I was autistic.” You tell her, putting the pieces together. “You knew I was autistic and you still like me?” You question her.

“How would you being autistic make me not like you?” She asks you, confused.

“Because I’m different than other people and have struggles because of it.” You tell her like it’s obvious.

“So? Everyone is different in their own way and everyone has their own struggles.” She tells you. “For example, I have trouble letting people in, because of trust issues. And I can have a short temper too.” She says and you look at her with so much love in your eyes. You kiss her again and she doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

When the person says “you may kiss the bride” , she doesn’t hesitate to give you a kiss then either. With a huge smile, she brings you closer to her and gives you a kiss, as wife and wife.

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cosyvelvetorchid · 3 months

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for the prompt thing: beach day with jee-yun

Such a cute prompt! Thank you!

Enjoy 🩶

As always you can send bucktommy prompts to my ask box at any time. I love writing them so have at it 😊

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"So what plans have you got for the day?" Maddie asked on the phone.

"Tommy and I are taking Christopher to the beach for the day. What about you?" He asked. Maddie grunted in response.

"Everything. I promised Jee's daycare I'd make 50 cupcakes for tomorrow. The house is a mess that I need to clean. And I have to find time to go to the bank and the lawyer."

"Lawyer? Is-is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork that comes with getting married. Doug wouldn't put my name on anything, so I had no idea. But with me and Howie combining everything equally, it means putting his name on my stuff and mine on his. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if the lawyer fees topped the cost of the wedding itself."

"Well, hey, why don't we take Jee with us? Give you some time and space to get everything done."

"Oh my god, really?!"

"Sure. I haven't seen her in at least 4 days, so I need some Jee time anyway."

"You are the best little brother in the world!"

***

"There's snacks in the bag, extra clothes. Her swimsuit is on under her clothes now. Oh, and don't forget sunscreen. Every hour and extra if she goes into the ocean." Buck swung Jees backpack over his shoulder and picked her up.

"You ready for a fun day at the beach?" He asked her.

"Yeah!" She nodded .

***

They had a blast at the beach. Tommy helped the kids dig a hole. Buck consoled Jee when the tide came in and filled it. They ate ice cream, and sandwiches that probably had sand in them, though nobody really noticed.

"What?" Buck asked noticing Tommy watching him.

"Its sweet - the way you're looking at them." He gestured to Jee-yun and Christopher playing a few metres in front of them. "You want that in the future? Kids, I mean?"

"Uh, yeah. Someday. What about you?" He asked. Tommy sighed and looked towards the kids.

"Honestly, I'd never really considered it. I guess I always thought I'd never find someone to have that chance with." He answered honestly.

"Thought? Past tense? You, uh.. you think differently now?" He asked tentatively. They were way too early on their relationship to think seriously about kids, or even marriage, but knowing where their intentions laid was a good thing.

"Now.. let's just say that there's more hope these days." He smiled softly at Buck.

***

The sun was starting its descent, allowing the sky to begin glowing in beautiful shades of pink and the temperature to begin lowering.

Tommy was helping the kids build a sand castle. Sand city was more accurate. If he wasn't a firefighter, he could definitely throw his hand at architecture, Buck thought.

He sat back on his chair just watching him. The way Tommy joyfully and enthusiastically played with the kids made Bucks' heart bubble over in his chest. He'd make a great dad.

"Letting Tommy do all the work I see?" Eddie's voice came from above. He looked behind to see both Eddie and Chim walking towards him, then sit down.

"They have a good day?" Chimney asked.

"Let's just say I think they'll both sleep tonight." He laughed.

Buck continued to watch Tommy fondly. He thought about how different his life was a year ago. Struck by lightning and having no idea where is life was going. Now he was sat on a beach, at the end of a beautiful day, staring at the man he was hopelessly and disgustingly in love with. Eddie and Chim both noticed how he was looking at Tommy.

"It's a bit early, don't ya think? Eddie told him.

"Huh?"

"To think about having kids with Tommy." He said

"I am not." Buck replied defensively, with a glint in his eye. "We've been together barely 6 months."

"Exactly." Chimney added. "So I hope you're both using protection."

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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You have a prompt ("no amount of money ever bought a second of time" from marvel-smash bingo) and this is something Tony's dad said to him, I would like to request something with it

Tony and reader just had a baby and Tony says this to the baby and that is something that his/her grandpa once said or Tony's parents are still alive when he's an adult and when they are visiting their grandbaby, Howard will say this to the baby and it's a very emotional moment 😊

Never grow up

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 800 words

SUMMARY | Your beautiful son came home a few hours ago, and now you witness Tony having a sweet moment with him, making your heart beat faster and filling with love like never before.

RATING | Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Nugget), referenced pregnancy/childbirth

A/N | Nonnie, I cannot thank you enough for sending in this incredibly cute request! I decided to write something right away for you, and I hope you will enjoy every second of it, because I know I did when writing it. This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I will be forever in your debt. I love you 🩷

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Two days ago, your lifelong dream became a reality. Your son, Noah Anthony Stark, was born on March 16th at 4:57 AM in the Compound's Hospital wing. Today, you were released, and Tony couldn't be happier to bring him to his penthouse for the first time.

Noah's birth wasn't easy on you by any means, so you decided to take a little nap when you got home. Tony gives him a bottle before putting him down for a nap. From when your son was born, Tony immediately fell into a naturally fatherly role, and he has never been sexier.

Now, he resides in the rocking chair in Noah's nursery, slowly rocking back and forth while he feeds and talks to him.

"Y'know, my Dad used to say, 'No amount of money ever bought a second of time,' and I never quite grasped what that meant until now. Finally, having you with us is so special, but I already dread the day you'll be growing up. I wish you would forever stay this small or that I could pause time for even a moment," he tells his son, and you walk in about halfway through the conversation.

"I wish he could stay this little forever," you say to your husband, who looks up at you with a loving look. You slowly make your way over to both of them, careful not to hurt yourself now that you're still healing.

"I thought you were sleeping, Gorgeous," he says before giving you a small peck on your lips when you sat down next to both of them.

"I was, but I needed to use the toilet again. I heard you talking to Noah, so I decided to look at what you two were talking about."

Your head lies on his shoulder as you smile at your son, who already looks like Tony. He has the most beautiful blue eyes, though, and you're curious what they will change into—secretly, you hope they will morph into the same chocolate brown ones as Tony's.

"Not much. I was telling him what my Dad used to tell me," Tony sighs, and you nod.

"They would be proud of you, you know? After everything, you have the family you deserve, a beautiful son, and you're married to a beautiful woman," you say with a grin.

"You're definitely right about that, Gorgeous. And I know they would have fallen head over heels in love with him, just like you and I have," Tony tells you as he's blinking away the tears threatening to fall down his cheeks at the thought of his parents.

"They would have," you whisper to him as you look at Noah, who's already fallen asleep. Once Tony is finished feeding Noah, he changes him into a clean diaper and pajamas, ready to tuck him into bed.

"Sleep well, Nugget," you tell him as he's cozy in his crib, the sight making your heart melt. Your lifelong dream of becoming a Mom has come true, and you're feeling more loved than ever.

"Wow," Tony whispers when Noah peacefully sleeps, an occasional soft snore coming from him.

"Wow indeed," you whisper in return, and Tony nods.

"I can't believe I made him."

"We, Tony. We made him." You reprimand him, and he smiles wide before nodding. You're right; he's the outcome of your shared love. After a few more moments, you take your husband's hand before leading him out of the nursery and into your bedroom, needing some cuddles with him.

"He's cute when he sleeps, isn't he?" Tony tells you, and you couldn't agree more.

"Just as cute as his Daddy," you joke, making Tony smile widely.

"I don't think so, Gorgeous. I think you're much cuter than I am!" he tells you, making you laugh this time. Your world may have been turned upside down by bringing new life into this world, but the love you and your husband share has not changed, and you're fortunate to have him by your side.

"I love you, Tony. And thank you for being the best Daddy we could wish for," you say as you turn to him, getting on your tiptoes to capture his lips with yours.

"I love you too, Gorgeous. But let's get into bed because I need some cuddles with my hot mama," he says, and you feel the warmth spreading through your body at his words. During your pregnancy, Tony would worship your body every day when he wasn't away on missions, and he never fails to let you know how he feels about you now.

"The last one to the bed gets to change his next diaper!" you say after taking off, and Tony happily lets you win this race. He doesn't mind doing it, and you could use a win after the days you've had. As long as he can spend the next few hours with you cuddled in his arms, he knows he's the luckiest man on earth.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Can you do Lady Lesso with prompt 34.

Hiiiii @principal-weems09 !! Thanks so much for another request 💕 I went with a soft Lesso for this one. I hope you enjoy it! 😊

Softening Her Heart ~Soft!Leonora Lesso xFem Student!Reader

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#34. “Is this what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, medium slow burn, fingering, kissing, praise kink, mommy kink, age gap (all legal), etc.

Enjoy (;

You were one of the oldest students at the school, top of your class, spotless record (especially for a Never), and skilled sorceress.

Staff members always told you how elegantly and maturely you spoke and acted.

You had few friends your age, as you found you bonded better with the Professors than your actual peers.

But all of that was thrown out the window every time you set foot in Professor Lesso’s classroom…

In there, you were a mess… to say the least…

Sure, you did well academically, but you found yourself being pushed to be better at the thought of some sort of recognition from the red head.

And her class was difficult.

She pushed all of her students.

Plus, you had a knack of getting lost in her clothing choices for the day or her sultry, deadly tone…

So you tried extra hard.

But you were never the best.

Never the favorite.

Or so you thought…

There was something about Lesso that you couldn’t get to like you.

You knew what it was: You weren’t evil.

Or at least her standard of evil.

All those lingering glances she gave were reserved for others…

All those snide comments for others…

All those physical aberrations for others…

To you, she seemed to pay no mind.

She seemed to…

~~~

Today was no different.

You walked into class and right on cue, your stomache tensed just as it always did when you had class with Lady Lesso.

You sighed, sitting in your chair in the back as always.

You noted the new and stylish Trenchcoat that Lesso was wearing today.

The lesson droned on as usual, and you paid attention like you were supposed to. And every time she called on her favorite student, the back of your hairs pricked up…

The class eventually ended, and Lesso dismissed the students to lunch.

Even through all the agony, you didn’t give up.

You couldn’t really.

As your peers filed out, you made it to be the last one to leave, but before doing so you caught Lesso’s attention.

“Professor?” you meekly asked, so different from your usual matter of fact tone.

“Hmmm, what is it?” Lesso stated, not even taking the time to even look up at you.

Your words froze. Of course they did… They always froze around Lesso.

When you didn’t respond, Lesso did look up at you, seemingly staring straight into your soul.

This made everyone 100% worse.

“Um… I… I just wanted to say that I really like your Trenchcoat It’s stylish and trendy but also very fitting to your vibe!” You blurted out, cheeks flushing with more red.

“Your an odd one aren’t you?” Lesso quipped.

“What?” You responded, confused and embarrassed by your massive blunder in speech.

“You’re Special.”

“Oh. Thank you…”

You honestly didn’t know what to say… What did “Special” mean??

“Ok, Have a good day…!” you said as you practically ran out of the room.

~~~

The school year has ended and the student body had left for the summer.

Well, most of the student body…

There were a few students who stayed through some if not all of the summer. You were one of those, who didn’t really have anywhere else to go so you stayed.

You spent most of your time in your room and the library.

Every so often, you’d run into the evil dean who’d send you an evil smirk accompanied by a wink.

This was the first time that she had started giving you any attention…

Well except that one time after school with her calling you “Special”…

You still hadn’t figured that out…

Regardless, you headed down to the library on this early morning. You found your nook and plopped yourself there.

Hours flew by. Before you realized it, it was dark outside.

You heard the library door creak open and peaked to see who it was.

Your eyes widened as your gaze was met with the one and only Leonora Lesso’s.

And then she began gliding over to you, precariously leaning herself against the bookcase across from you.

You sat there, blush creeping up your cheeks, and said nothing.

Lesso chuckled, looking down to the floor and then staring right back into your soul.

“Didn’t see you at breakfast, lunch, or dinner…” she noted.

“Oh. Yea… I didn’t realize how much time had passed…” you sheepishly admitted, having trouble meeting her gaze and looking for anything else to look at.

Lesso hummed in response, and silence assumed once again.

“What did you mean “Special”?” You blurted, breaking the silence.

“Excuse me?” Lesso asked with her usual bite.

“Oh well… Last semester you called me… special…” your voice had been reduced to a stuttering whimper, “I was wondering what you meant…”

Lesso tilted her head back in acknowledgement of your words.

“I suppose… I meant that you are different than my other students. You do things differently. You want things differently. It’s distinctive.”

You were actually quite surprised that you had gotten such an answer from the dean.

For one, it was in depth. But secondly, she didn’t even truly know why??

“Ah, I see…”

“What do you want?” Lesso purred, now her attention intent on you.

“Eh… umm, I suppose I want connection… I tend to…” you whispered.

“Tend to what?”

“Tend to connect to my instructors rather than my peers…” you finished your though with embarrassment and almost shame.

Plus the presence and closeness of Lesso was not helping. That tension in your stomache had immediately arrived when she did and it was only growing….

And then she came even closer, crouching down to meet your eye level…

“How about you come work for me in the mornings from now until the semester starts? Starting tomorrow at 9.”

“Ok.”

There Lesso left you, a flustered mess.

And you had had only one thought when she had come that close to you…

Kiss me…

~~~

After that interaction, you were extremely split. You ran back to your dorm, your chest heaving.

You had feelings for the dean of evil…?

How had you not seen it before??

Your whole world was spinning, your legs were still weak from the prior interaction.

And now, you were expected meet and work with her every morning for the rest of the summer…!

Specifically, tomorrow morning!!

You didn’t know how you were going to face her…

~~~

You woke up with next morning with a knot of tension in your stomache from the get go.

But today, you understood what that knot was and your accompanied damp knickers…

You had had a very vivid dream of Lesso doing some explicitly sinful things to you…

And you desperately tried to shake it off of your mind.

For gods sake, now she was fucking with your sleep now too??

You sighed and made your way to her office. Your hand shaked and legs wobbled as you knocked on her door.

“Come in!” You heard the red head call.

You entered and shuddered as the you saw the tall specimen sitting at her desk.

“Sit. I have set some papers aside for you to complete.” Lesso instructed you.

You did as you were told and sat with shortened breath, a heightened heart rate, shaky movements, and flushed cheeks.

You two worked in silence for hours.

But your different behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Lesso…

Your fidgeting with your feet and hands…

Your lingering stares at the red head…

Your gasps when her gaze met yours and she caught you staring…

You thighs inadvertently clenching together…

When she had caught the twenty hundredth lip bite from you, Lesso couldn’t help herself.

“What is the matter with you today? Is there something bothering you?” Lesso bit, annoyance clear in her tone

You were stunned that Lesso would ask such a thing, and a bit stung from how annoyed she sounded.

“Um… no… I’m fine…” you stuttered.

“You are most definitely not.” Lesso seethed, “All your behavior today has been inexcusably irritating. I asked you because I thought you’d just follow the rules in silence, not annoy me to death.”

Now that really stung.

And tightened your coil even more…

A tear threatened to fall from your eyes.

“I’m… I’m sorry I’ll leave…” you said with a crack in your voice.

And before Lesso could stop you, you had run out of the classroom.

~~~

Lesso knew she had done something terrible when you didn’t show up for dinner…

She hated to admit it, but you were something she didn’t understand.

She didn’t know you’d react that way this morning, she hadn’t meant to make you upset.

So Lesso settled to go check on you in your dorm.

Because as much as she hated to admit, you being different and mystery drew her to you…

She climbed up the stairs to you dorm and walked down the corridor. She paused at your door for a moment, reconsidering all of this.

But her thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from your room.

She couldn’t make it out at first, but it pricked her ears enough to lean by the door and try to get a better hear.

“Oh Fuck, Leo…—!”

Lesso eyes widened at the sound of your moan.

Everything clicked for her now.

And it led her to make the obvious next decision…

Lesso swiftly swung the door open to find you sprawled across your bed, clothes still on and your hand slid under your skirt…

At the door opening and Lesso barging in, you immediately freaked.

You retracted your hand at lighting and scurried to the farthest part of the bed by the headboard.

Your chest was heaving and your breathing was erratic. Your heart beat was thumping in your ears like a fucking race horse.

You didn’t know what to say. You had been caught. What were you supposed to say??

“Is this what’s been bothering you?” Lesso managed to choke out, at the desperate sight in front of her.

You couldn’t met her eyes as you embarrassingly nodded slightly.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

She closed the door and you heard the click of the lock.

What?

Your head swiveled to Lesso at that. You met her blown out pupils and her licking licking her lips.

“What?” You stuttered.

“Strip.”

You had so many questions but they didn’t matter right now.

What mattered was that Lesso had told you to do something and you were going to do it.

You got up from the bed and began removing all your clothes.

As you got to your undergarments, you became more and more self-conscious and immediately tried to hide yourself.

“No no…” Lesso chuckled, “I want to see all of you.” coming over to you and removing your hands.

You thought you were gonna melt on the spot when her hands met your body.

Your back arched into her touch, “please…” you whimpered.

“Already begging…?” Lesso purred, “Good. That means I won’t have to teach you manners, isn’t that right?”

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, head rolling back slightly as Lesso had started rolling and pinching your nipple with her fingers.

“Oh would you look at that, she even knows who she belongs to…” Lesso purred, finally crashing her lips into yours.

You moaned and bucked your hips into the red head at her dominating the kiss.

Lesso used this as opportunity to fall onto your bed, successfully pining you below her.

She moved away from your lips earning a whimper from your lips.

“Oh hush...” Lesso teased, before attaching her lips onto your other nipple.

You back arched yet again to her touch, whimpers and whines escaping your lips at Lesso’s teasing.

“Please… please mommy need you…” you pled to the red head, attaching one hand to her luscious red locks and the other gripped the bed sheets.

“Need me? What do you need from mommy? Use your words…” Lesso purred.

“Want you to… to fuck me please mommy…!” You mewled, grinding yourself against Lesso’s clothed heat.

Lesso hummed in delight as she slipped a finger into your soaked cunt.

She began thrusting her finger into your hole, eliciting a wave of moans and cries of pleasure from your lips.

You continued to jerk your hips up to meet the pace in which Lesso was fucking you.

“More… More please mommy need more…!” You mewled breathlessly.

Lesso chuckled at your desperation, slipping a second finger into your aching heat.

“Fuuuuck yessss…” you hissed as her fingers stretched you out.

Lesso began expertly curling her fingers inside you, making you see fucking stars and scream bloody murder.

You were approaching your climax, and Lesso knew it.

She added a final third finger and went even deeper into your throbbing cunt, you screamed in pleasure as she stretched you out even more…

“Oh Fuck Mommy ‘Mmm gonna cum…!!” you cried out.

“Cum on Mommy’s fingers, good girl…” Lesso purred, drinking in the sight of you with her lust-filled, dark eyes.

“Fuuuuck Mommyyyy!!!” You screamed as your walls clenched around Lesso’s fingers and your orgasm crashed into you.

Lesso helped you down from your earth shattering high and carefully removed her fingers before ghosting her lips over the shell of your ear,

“If that’s how you sound with my fingers inside that pretty cunt of yours…”

You gulped.

“I wonder what sounds you’ll make on mommy’s dick…”

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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can imix kinktober with halloween?? Please?? I didn’t know if i could order 2 prompts, so if you want you can use only the first one. Fred x f!Reader (Adults)

The twins have a Halloween party and the reader goes dressed as Mortiça (this idea came from a post I saw from Fred saying "I would die for her, I would kill for her", like Gomez) Sexy black dress, pointed red nails, anyway... Fred and she drink a little, she is teasing her boyfriend and when the end of the party comes... then you do ✨your magic✨

"I just want to know who gave you the right to be this fucking sexy." "First one to make a noise loses." -🧸

Thank you for such a fun request! I hope you enjoy it!😊

Don't Torture Yourself Fred, That's My Job

Warnings: smut, a bit of teasing, intercourse, cursing

18+only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

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Fred thought it would be fun for him and Y/N to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams for the annual Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Halloween party.

It wasn't so much fun anymore.

Rather, it was insanely, unbearably and painfully frustrating.

For the umpteenth time tonight, he was attempting to subtly shift his pants to hide his raging hard-on. Between watching Y/N sashay around in that skin-tight dress, swaying her cute, little ass around and her constantly and strategically rubbing it up against him, he'd developed a permanent boner.

It was almost if she knew what she was doing.

Because she fucking did.

And if he didn't do something about it soon, he was going to explode.

"Hey mate, you're standing at attention again," George snickered as he and his girlfriend strolled by.

"Gee, thanks. I hadn't noticed," Fred grumbled and tried to think about anything other than bending Y/N over in dark corner and fucking her until she couldn't walk straight.

~•~

"I just want to know who gave you the right to be this fucking sexy?" Fred growled in her ear, bending her over his desk, his hands deftly pushing up her dress.

A few stragglers still lingered, but the party was effectively over, and Y/N had gone upstairs to his office to "put a few things away."

"Last I checked, it was you, my love," she grinned, her cheek flush against the desk. "You chose the outfit."

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect you to be rubbing yourself all over me all night." He unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing dick. "You’re going to need crutches when I’m done fucking you."

"Promises, promises," Y/N teased as Fred pulled her panties to the side.

Without warning, Fred shoved his cock into her all the way to the hilt. "Does that feel like a promise?" He groaned in her ear.

"Or what about this?" He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into her.

"Or this?" He thrust into her again, the force of it pushing the desk forward a few inches.

"Fuck," Y/N moaned, her red nails clawing at the wood.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," he grunted, his pace picking up. "And your not going to make on peep. Are you?"

Y/N shook her head frantically, biting back another moan.

"Good," he said. "I don't want to be interrupted."

Fred's breath was hot on the back of her neck as he fucked into her. His fingers teased her clit, bringing her close, only to pull away at the last second, before doing it all over again. "Fucking little minx," he groaned. "I'm going to torture you like you tortured me half the night." His fingers shifted away from her clit once again, drawing tiniest of whines from her lips. "But, lucky for you, I'm not going to last very long."

He shifted his angle, driving deeper into Y/N. She bit down on her arm to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape as her pussy rippled and pulsed around him. He knew she was dancing on the edge and he knew just what to do to send her tumbling over, pressing her clit down hard so that his shaft rubbed up against it while he pounded her into the desk.

Y/N clenched around him, her juices squirting out, drenching his balls. It was all he needed to lose control, waves of pleasure consuming him as he buried his face in her neck to muffle the animalistic groan he couldn't hold back as his cock exploded inside her, filling her up.

Only when his head stopped spinning and his legs no longer threatened to collapse under his weight did he dare pull out and offer his hand to Y/N. "Legs still wobbly, love?" He gently teased when she stumbled a little.

"What legs?" She giggled.

He chuckled, holding onto her until she stood steady. "Why don't you go on back to the apartment?" He said. "Rest up for round two while I help George lock up."

"Round two?" Y/N arched an eyebrow, grinning.

"You didn't think this was it, did you?" Fred smirked. "I'm just getting started."

~•~

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dailyreverie · 1 year

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Adore you

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: Requested by @dameronshandholder 💖 thank you so much for sending one in! This one ended up being 700 words of Poe being a sweetheart (and tbh exactly what I need rn). I hope you enjoy this warm Poe hug 😊

@flufftober - Day 4 Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Word count: 763

Flufftober masterlist || SERIES MASTERLIST

If there was something Poe truly admired about you, it was your quiet dedication. You always knew just what to say and when to say it, your words carrying an intelligent and thoughtful touch. Even during missions, your first instinct was to praise your team and share the credit with them. "I don't need anyone kissing the ground I walk on," you had once remarked, prompting a playful roll of Poe's eyes. He respects your work, applauds it every time he can, but sometimes he wishes you would let others see how hard you worked.

Poe's wish came true when you returned from a week-long mission, one that had started with you sifting through intel at your desk and eventually leading your squad to investigate a supposed First Order station. Your departure had been a quick, hidden kiss behind crates, but your return was met with cheers and applause.

He sees you come back victorious, like a bounty hunter who was about to get their life's worth in credits. The word had spread quickly, and soon not only the general, but most of the base went up to you. He sees you from afar, not able to contain the proud smile that begins to form on his face and the warmth in his chest that creeps up when he sees the praise you are receiving from everyone. With everyone clapping and cheering your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling and laughing; your mother goes up to hug you and whispers something in your ear that Poe can only guess is a confirmation of how proud she is of you, your own squad pushing you to receive the recognition you deserve. He could spend all day every day hearing all the wonderful things about you that you are getting from everyone, just to make you see that everything he sees in you is true.

From his spot far away from the crowd, Poe can see the sudden flicker of your eyes among the multitude that surrounds you, your search for him evident in his eyes, to which he can’t help but chuckle. You find him as if you had heard him, your cheeks immediately heating up from the way he’s looking at you alone, welcoming and shining, ignoring every rule of discretion you may have set before. If it were for you, you would ignore everyone else and run towards him, wrap your arms around him, and let yourself melt in the sweet nothings you knew he was saving for your ears only.

When the crowd finally dissipates he’s still standing there, the same glorious smile on his face waiting for you when you finally go up to him.

"Lieutenant," Poe greeted you with a nod, his smile revealing the depth of his feelings.

"Commander," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. "All of this attention feels a bit much." You did your best to remain professional in your words, knowing people could still be around, but deep inside, you yearned for Poe to whisk you away to his quarters and let you forget about the mission entirely.

“Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, what you did was amazing. You deserve every praise, and every cheer, and every hug everyone wants to give to you.” Poe declared, his hands gently caressing your shoulders with subtle motions to keep your focus on him. "I'm so glad that everyone can now see what I see. That you see what I see."

“Thanks, Poe.” Your words choke on your throat. You didn’t expect to get emotional, but the way he speaks makes tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes, his kind and beautiful eyes only emphasizing every word he says.

"I'm incredibly proud of you," Poe continued, his eyes looking around to ensure privacy before brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "Always."

“Maker, I must be exhausted.” You chuckle as you justify your emotions, sniffing and wiping away your tears. “And I missed you, so damn much, which is probably why I’m getting so emotional.”

“I missed you too.” Poe joins your laughter and hugs you close to his chest, rocking you side to side softly. In the middle of his tight embrace, you can hear him whispering one more “I’m proud of you” against the top of your head where he seals the words with a lingering press of his lips.

Reluctantly, you pulled apart, but your hands lingered, promising a reunion after your mission debrief with the General. At that moment, you both knew that the sweetest reward awaited in each other's arms.

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afewproblems · 8 months

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21 from the angst prompt list with Steddie could be devastating or silly. But I’m a big fan of devastating especially when you do it!

Prompt 21: This isn't What It Looks Like

Thank you so much for sending this in Nonny! I hope that I've done the request justice! 😊 I thought that this would fit really well in my WIP Lost and Lonely Just Like Heaven, ghost Eddie AU. You don't necessarily have to read it to still enjoy the feels (which a definitely inspired by the new Stranger Things Season Five set photos) but I would recommend it!

Anyways, please enjoy!

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"Boy, you have about ten seconds to get the hell outta here before I put my foot up your ass," a gruff voice barks out from behind Steve.

It's drizzling this morning, the drops make an audible pattern across the grass and stones around them and an ominous grumble of thunder in the distance threatens more to come.

Steve drops the rag in the bucket he brought with him and lifts his hands up; he knows who is standing behind him without turning around.

Wayne Munson.

He has the same drawl in his voice that Eddie did, though slightly more pronounced, and really, who else would be here this early on a Sunday morning?

"This isn't what it looks like," Steve says as he turns, still crouched down beside the gravestone, the new graffiti stands out, angry and red against the gray stone.

He gestures slowly at the bucket of soapy water and the brush hanging off the side, watching as the older man's eyes narrow slightly.

Wayne looks tired, more haggard than when Steve had seen him at the school during the disaster relief event. His denim jack hangs off of his shoulders and no amount of salt and pepper stubble can hide the way his cheeks have become so gaunt.

"Haven't we been through enough," Wayne sighs heavily as he raises a hand to wipe down over his face, "you have to take away an old man's place to mourn his boy? I know what you people thought of him".

"Mr. Munson, please," Steve slowly stands up and takes a deep breath, "I'm a friend of Dustin's, I just wanted to help".

He points at the bucket again, "he hasn't been…" Steve swallows a heavy lump in his throat as he thinks of the way Dustin had sent him away the last time he went to see him.

"He hasn't been good since…everything happened, and I just want to help because I know Eddie meant the world to him, to both of you".

He doesn't mention the man standing in his peripheral vision, watching them both with a sad smile on his pale, scarred face.

He also doesn't mention the way Dustin looked at Steve when he told him to get out of his life.

Steve blinks, ignoring the sharp sting in his nose as he tries to will away the moisture gathering at his lash line.

Eddie mouths something at him, but he can't hear it over the sound of the rain as the patter increases into a downpour.

He blinks again and Eddie is gone.

Steve considers telling Wayne, but the other man still looks like he's about five seconds from telling Steve to go fuck himself, and if Dustin wasn't ready to hear it, he's certain Wayne won't be either.

Wayne is still staring at Steve, his jaw shifts as though he's chewing on the words he wants to say,

"That boy, Dustin," Wayne says softly now, "he's a good kid, s'the only other one who came to talk to me other than Ed's band mates".

Steve nods, he knows Dustin is a good kid, that's part of the reason why his dismissal the other night hurt so goddamn much.

"I just want to make things better," Steve whispers into the rain, he watches as his breath collects in front of him in the cool morning air.

Wayne shakes his head, gesturing at the head stone, the one with bright red words painted across the name Edward Munson.

"There is no better kid, not for me at least".

He sighs, long and low, and reaches into his jacket pocket for a crumpled pack of smokes. Wayne pulls a lighter from the same pack and cups his hand over the igniter to save it from the rain, flicking it again and again until he throws the plastic away from himself with shaking hands.

Wayne drops the unlit cigarette into the wet grass and fixes Steve with a new angry glare, "you should go, we don't need any help, you're just going to draw more attention to it".

"But--"

"I told you to go," Wayne barks out, his pale face flushes as he takes a step towards Steve and the gravestone, "I don't know you from Adam, and I'm sure you mean well".

Steve takes a step back in surprise, and hurt, he wishes Robin had come with him. She was always better at explaining things, even if her word vomit often got them into more trouble than they were aiming for, she still managed to get the words out.

"I won't ask again," Wayne says softly now, his face turned away towards the edge of the cemetery.

Steve swallows hard and nods. He picks up the bucket from the ground and slowly makes his way back to the sidewalk.

Steve takes a deep breath, forcing himself not to turn around, even as he hears Wayne fall to his knees at the grave. The thunder does nothing to drown out the way the older man begins to cry.

#steve harrington #wayne munson #lost and lonely just like heaven #ghost eddie au #stranger things #eddie munson #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #this is really really angsty #like i hurt myself in the process with this one #sorry yall #steve just wants to help and isnt that just the kicker #pre steddie

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loganwritesprobably · 3 months

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Hello Logan 😊

I’ve seen your latest post and I’m so happy about it, I really loved your works 🤩

I’d like to send you my combo:

Characters Hongo X fem reader

Settings: modern AU

Prompt: T “Beg for it”

I hope it’s okay… thank you and have a nice day 💕💕

Hello love! Thank you for the kind words. I have only written a little bit of Hongo before but I really enjoyed it, so I was only too happy to get this out for you

Content/Warnings: Hongo/F!Reader, modern AU, fluff, suggestive, established relationship

It wasn't often that you got so much time with your lover. He was a doctor, and a damn good one at that, which meant a lot of hours spent at the hospital instead of with you. His long shifts exhausted him, and left you alone - but it was okay. Hongo was doing what he loved, and you valued your time with him even more because of how limited it could be. He still made an effort not to miss important things, he was doing his best and that was all you could ask for when he had such an important job to do.

Today, however, was your anniversary. He'd taken some time off work, several days in a row, so he could spoil you. You'd spent the first day relaxing at home before going out to a nice restaurant in the evening. You'd put on a nice dress that had been gathering dust in your closet for ages, and had gotten dolled up perfectly. When you'd gotten home, he'd spent hours taking you apart late into the night.

The next day you'd slept in late, and ordered lunch to the house so you could eat in bed. Then, you'd lay in bed watching movies for the majority of the day, just cuddled up and spending more time focused on each other than on the screen.

Now, you were being tortured. You loved Hongo dearly, but the moment he let his guard down you were going to destroy him. He would regret inflicting this on you.

"Stop!" You yelled, uncontrollable laughter falling from your lips. "What was that?" Hongo asked with a shit eating grin, pausing for a moment to let you catch your breath before continuing to tickle you. You were too busy flailing to physically stop him. "Hongo-" you wheezed out, still cackling, your sides beginning to hurt from laughter. "Beg for it baby." He said, pausing briefly once again. You took advantage of his stopping to surge forward and press your lips against his, distracting him.

You separated for a moment, Hongo having almost forgotten about what he was doing. You kissed up his jaw and to his ear, then paused there to whisper, "Please sir."

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cricketnationrise · 4 months

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Took me forever to send you this because I couldn't decide which Beyoncé lyrics to send (if the ones I picked aren't inspiring, feel free to request different ones, there's so many to pick from!) so I hope i'm not too late 🙃 this is so fun, thank you for organizing this fest!

9:26pm, the brownstone, Alex Claremont-Diaz, "Private show with the music blasting / He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty", rated E 😈

My Ao3 username is Calou 😊

fitting that you were right under the wire in submitting because it took me almost five months to get to this prompt. i hope its worth the wait!

a big thank you to everyone who submitted and to everyone who's been reading and commenting along the way. i love doing the ficlet fests, the prompts are always a delight and let me get out of any writing funk i find myself in. yall rock.

as a parting gift for Ficlet Fest 500, please enjoy exactly 1000 words of straight gay up filth, as requested in the GC.

read the rest of the ficlets here

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9:26pm, the brownstone

Alex’s brain falls out of his head when Henry comes downstairs. He apparently took Pez’s dress code seriously for once; he’s dressed to fucking impress. (Alex is so far past impressed he’s having heart palpitations.) Henry looks good in everything, from a full suit to sweatpants, but when he lets himself relax, lets himself lean into being one hundred percent himself, he ascends to a whole other level.

His white shorts are going to be the death of Alex. They’re short, showing off strong calves and stacked, polo-playing thighs, and just this side of respectably opaque. But if there’s a strong enough backlight, anyone who isn’t intimately familiar with Henry’s particular topography, will be. The shorts would be enough to cause Alex a factory reset, but then he notices the shirt. It’s halfway unbuttoned, straining to accommodate Henry’s wide shoulders, and short enough in the torso that he’s baring midriff. And it’s one of Alex’s shirts. The novelty ice cream cone print has never looked so fucking good.

Alex can see the tops of Henry’s hipbones—they’re mouth-wateringly obscene. Henry shouldn’t be allowed out of the house like this; he’s a danger to everyone around him. Drivers will run their cars off the road, pedestrians will walk into poles, et fucking cetera. Really, Alex has a fucking duty toward public safety to tackle Henry onto their couch and take him apart with his teeth.

So he does.

Henry makes a noise somewhere between a squawk and a whimper and Alex wants to lick it out of his mouth. He captures Henry’s lips in a kiss as they land, barely letting him breathe, let alone put up a token protest because he feels like they should be social. Henry groans and melts into the cushions, letting Alex do whatever he wants. The trust Henry puts in him is heady, and Alex spirals that much higher when Henry throws his arms around Alex’s neck to keep him in place. His own hands are busy mapping every bit of exposed skin on Henry’s chest, slipping beneath Alex’s own fucking shirt to reach the scant inches that are still hidden below fabric. Alex takes advantage of Henry’s gasp of pleasure when Alex scratches lightly at his bicep to slip his tongue inside Henry’s mouth.

Both of them are already breathing hard, the sound of spit and panting filling the air. Alex manages to stop kissing Henry’s mouth, but only to nip down his throat, pausing at the pulse point to bite down. Henry always complains about having to be careful of covering the marks Alex leaves, but he never actually asks Alex to stop. (They were thirty minutes late to meet Nora for brunch last month when Alex caught Henry pressing down on a hickey in the bathroom and Alex had to bend him over the sink about it.) Henry’s moan at the graze of Alex’s teeth against his neck is a siren song; the way he tips his head to the side to give Alex more room, a gift from the gods.

Henry pushes at his head, directing Alex with a pleading whine. Alex is only too happy to oblige, nipping and licking and sucking down Henry’s sternum, fingers fumbling to open the shirt. He spends a few minutes teasing Henry, alternating kisses with quick bites across his soft belly. Alex noses along his waistband, inhaling the scent of sweat and something uniquely Henry. Alex’s hands tighten on Henry’s thighs involuntarily when Henry’s fingers find a home in his hair and pull tight. Alex can’t wait another minute to get Henry’s cock in his mouth.

Alex liberates his curls from Henry’s hands and rearranges them so that Henry is sort of upright and Alex kneels on the floor between his legs. Alex means to dive in at once, but he has to take a second to fully absorb the fucking daydream of a man in front of him. Henry’s eyes have darkened, pupils blown wide and clouded with arousal. He’s sagging into the couch, relying on the furniture to keep him sitting up, seemingly unable to count on his muscles to do the job. Henry’s flushed from his cheeks to his hips, his hairline starting to darken with sweat. Alex’s gaze keeps snagging on the hickey he left—one fine day he’ll give into the desire to leave a whole goddamn collar of them.

Henry shifts, drawing Alex’s attention to his erection, straining against the white fabric of his shorts. Alex can’t help but to give him a firm stroke to his bulge, delighting in the strangled gasp it pulls from Henry. He can feel Henry twitch beneath his palm, can feel Henry’s racing pulse through the fabric, and then he’s moving—undoing Henry’s fly and pulling down his shorts and briefs in one fell swoop.

Henry actually shouts when Alex takes him to the root in one long smooth motion—he’s never been more glad for his lack of gag reflex. He stays there for a moment, breathing through his nose, the tip of Henry’s cock right at the back of his mouth. He looks up at Henry through his eyelashes. Henry’s practically shaking with the effort of holding himself still. How unnecessarily gentlemanly. Alex pries Henry’s hands out of the couch cushion and back into his hair before moving his own hands to Henry’s hips. He blinks twice, their nonverbal green signal, just to really drive the point home. With a mumbled curse, Henry starts thrusting and Alex closes his eyes, groaning every time Henry’s cock dips into his throat.

Alex’s jaw aches from the stretch, and his own cock is leaking and pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, but he couldn’t care less. He’s got Henry filling his mouth, surrounded by his hands and thighs and noises and taste—

They’re definitely going to be late to Pez’s party, if they even make it out of the house. Alex couldn’t give less of a fuck if they don’t; there’ll be other parties.

#cricket writes #stratocumulusperlucidus #calou #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #pov alex #PWP #no regrets #they deserve it actually #last ficlet prompt for this round #who knows when the next fest will be #certainly not me #if you saw this without the actual ficlet no you didn't

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ozarkthedog · 1 year

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Could I also request something for Mr. Ben using #89 from the prompt list? 😊💗💗

summary: the repercussions of sending your boyfriend nudes while he's at work.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

warnings: 18+ only. Mr. Ben x fem!Reader. spanking. fingering. dirty talk.

word count: 628

author's note: thank you so much for celebrating and putting this obscene thought in my brain. hope you rot in horny jail with me. 💙 FIRST TIME WRITING MR. BEN!

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

You almost spit your wine all over the dining room table as your boyfriend, Ben, stands before you aghast.

It was harmless fun, really it was. You had some time to kill after lunch and thought he’d enjoy the naughty surprise. It was rather stupid in the long run to send him topless photos while he was at work but you’d barely seen him all week and your hormones got the best of you.

“Thank god I didn’t have my phone connected to the monitor!” His hands perched on his hips as pins you with a hard stare. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You squirm in your seat. His tone is harsh, leaving no room for error. You fucked up big time.

You shake your head and begin to apologize but clicks his tongue and stalks towards you.

“Too late.” He hisses.

With ease, he tugs you from the chair only to take your place as he tosses you over his lap. “Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”

In a flash, he yanks your panties and leggings half way down your thighs and locks your legs together. You teeter on his lap, his solid muscly thighs press crudely into your curves as you sweetly beg forgiveness.

“Hush, Baby.” Ben’s chest rumbles as he smooths his hand over your ass. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you bent over like this. Taking your punishment like a good girl. Made me so fuckin’ hard.”

A heavy hand lands on your rump with a thwap. You jolt and grab his calf as the pain radiates across your flesh. Your head hangs between your shoulders as you bite back the whimpers that threaten to fall spank after spank.

“You’ll be my good girl, right?” He grabs the base of your hairline and yanks your head back. His nose grazes your cheek as he nuzzles his lips against your jaw. “Answer me.”

He carelessly rubs the tender, raised skin on your ass forcing a whine to bubble from your lips.

“Yes, please. I’m sorry.” You sniffle and yelp when he tugs on your locks.

“Thatta girl.” He beams before lowering your head to hang once more.

His sinful touch moves lower, nestling thick fingers between your thighs, he finds you slick and wanting. “Lookit’ you getting soaked from a punishment.” He tsks. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You mewl as he spears you open with his fingers. He deviously glides his thick digits across every spot that makes you see stars and leaves you breathless. “You’re making a mess. Can you hear it?” A continuous sticky sound hits your ears with each overwhelming thrust of his wrist.

“You know, this isn’t how a good girl is supposed to behave.” His condescending tone has you lurching in his lap. Suffocating bliss fogs your mind and seeps into your bloodstream. “Good girls don’t drip down their thighs from getting spanked.”

Your grip on his calf gets tighter as the pleasure mounts and races up your spine. He wickedly curls his fingers, zeroing in on the spongy spot behind your clit as your cunt pulses and constricts. “That’s it. Good girl.”

With a shout, you cum around his fingers and he continuously fucks you through your orgasm despite your whimpers of protest.

You hear him groan as he sucks your cream off his fingers. His hard cock pokes into your belly and ignites a searing burst of arousal deep in your belly. He slips you onto your knees between his thighs and you come face to face with his throbbing cock hidden beneath his slacks.

“Now you show me how sorry you really are.”

#mr. ben #mr. ben x reader #mr. ben x you #mr. ben snl #pedro pascal

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