#i need to lovingly nip my boyfriend right now

[ellecdc]

Love, i hope youre staying hydrated 🩵

A poly!wolfstar idea that lives rent free is that Rem, for lack of a better word, hoards Siri and Reader as it gets closer to the fullmoon/ a specific type of moon. Like a dragon. Hes so openly, aggressively affectionate too and is much more likely to mamhandle them

thank you all for constantly reminding me to drink more water - you're my heroes.

poly!WolfStar x fem!reader

CW: territorial boyfriend, slight jealousy, dom/sub dynamics if you squint but SFW

You weren’t hiding. Not really...

But you were also sort of kind of definitely hiding.

You loved your boyfriends, both of them, so damn much. And for the majority of the month, it was Sirius driving the two of you up the wall (affectionately). But as the night of the full moon dragged closer and closer, you and Sirius could hardly move without Remus’ sights set on you.

Most of the time, you and Sirius handled Moony’s obsession quite well in your humble opinion; you usually relished in his neediness and all the affection he showered on you. 

But exam season was around the corner, and you were currently hanging on by a thread.

Anything and everything that could have gone wrong today did; you got a run in your sheer tights at breakfast, you only received an acceptable on your most recent essay for Charms, you dropped your potion during class which spilt on your shoes, and you forgot your textbook for Transfiguration which earned you house points and detention.

So, you loved Remus – truly, you would die for him – but you needed to get this redraft of your essay for Potions finished (using the corrections you received on your dreadful Charms essay) and you could not deal with Sirius’ non-stop flirting and joking which you knew you’d have to deal with if you let Remus drag you up to his dorm room as he wont to do.

So, you were hiding.

Definitely hiding.

In the furthest corner in the library that you could manage which was probably not the best hiding place from the studious, book-loving lycanthrope – but you were too desperate to be making effective plans right now.

You probably should have tried a little harder.

“There you are.” Remus’ lilting voice floated to you in your little corner of solitude. 

“Hey, Moons.” You called quietly as he approached you and placed a searing kiss to your lips, his hand at the nape of your neck keeping your head in place for him.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were avoiding me.” He whispered against your lips with a smirk.

Your face flooded with heat at the prospect of being caught, but Remus just chuckled and pressed another kiss to your lips before he pulled back and took a seat beside you. 

“Where’s Sirius?” You asked.

Remus looked at you from the corner of his eye as he pulled out a book from his bag. “Practice, why?”

You felt your shoulders drop in relief at the idea that you may actually be able to finish this essay before Sirius came to (lovingly) distract you.

Remus hummed at you as a grin grew across his face. “Ah, perhaps it’s not necessarily me you’re avoiding?”

Your face heated again at the mortifying ordeal of being known.

“I love him, I love you, I love you both, but I-” 

“Hey,” Remus interrupted what was quickly becoming an increasingly panicked tangent as he slid his hand into yours. “It’s okay dovey, you do what you need to do. I’ll try to control myself and keep Sirius busy, okay?”

And Remus kept his word...mostly.

He had his hand on you at all times: it started with your hand in his before you needed to pull it away to flip through your parchment, which became a solid grip on your thigh as he continued reading before that hand began to migrate further up your thigh and tease around the bottom of your skirt to which you whined “Moony” at and pushed his hand away. 

It was when Remus - apparently provoked by some younger Hufflepuff allegedly “making googly eyes at you” from across the aisle - hauled you into his lap and began nipping at your neck that you decided you had gotten all the revising you were going to get done today, done.

“Hungry, dove?” He asked into your neck.

You wanted to roll your eyes, but the way his hands wrapped around your middle to envelop you in a sweet hug as he murmured into the crook of your neck made you melt a little.

“Yeah.”

You could feel him smile against your skin and press one more kiss to it before he was helping you off of his lap and packing your things up. “Let’s go to dinner then.”

Remus held your hand and carried your bag all the way to the Great Hall before all but seating you himself and pressing himself up against your side on the bench of the Gryffindor table.

Lily smirked at you from her place before ensuring no one around could hear her.

“If I hadn’t known it was Remus’ time of the month already, this would have solidified it for me.” She said with a salacious wink.

You tried to glare at her, but Remus took that moment to shove his face back into the crook of your neck causing you to flush and duck your head shyly.

You heard boisterous laughing at the entrance to the Great Hall as the Gryffindor quidditch team made their way in from their practice.

You smirked at the sight, specifically Sirius, who had obviously showered - his hair was still damp, and his cheeks were still flushed a pretty pink from the adrenaline of his flight.

A gruff moan from your boyfriend seated beside you alerted you to his shared appreciation of the scenery.

However, Sirius flashed the two of you a smirk and a wink before following McKinnon over to the Ravenclaw table where Dorcas was sitting with Pandora.

Remus tensed slightly but settled for pulling your closer into his side.

It didn’t last long, however, when a particular bark of laughter garnered yours and Remus’ attention only to find Sirius talking to a Ravenclaw girl everyone knew had a raging crush on him.

Now, it’s important to note that Sirius was not deceitful nor disloyal to you and Remus, but he was mischievous and... bratty... sometimes.

Usually, you and Remus would scoff and laugh, and he’d tell you he would deal with this later causing Sirius to pout and whine, begging for attention – but today Remus immediately rose from his seat and grabbed both of your book bags, calling over a hasty “let’s go dove” as he stalked over to the Ravenclaw table to throw your shared boyfriend over his shoulder and stalk up to Gryffindor tower. 

You knew Sirius was going to pay for it tonight. 

[ssweetreveries]

(not so) quiet night

✩ seonghwa x reader

. 18+ mdni!

. word count! 1.7k

{one shot, smut, nonidol!seonghwa, softdom!seonghwa, afab!reader, sub!reader, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), oral sex (f.receiving), consent consent consent!!, fluff, it’s just very loving and sweet}

a.n i apologize if there’s any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language, please bare with me!! enjoy! ><

synopsis . after a hard day at work, your boyfriend makes you feel better.

Arriving home after a long day at work, all you wanted to do was relax. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more but to find comfort in your boyfriend’s embrace. But he wasn’t home right now, so you opted to wait for him on the couch, huddle up in blankets. You grabbed the remote and put a random series on Netflix. – Almost an hour passed until you heard the rattle of keys and the door being unlocked. Your eyes lit up the second they landed on his figure entering your shared apartment. “Hwa!” You exclaimed while jumping off the couch to make your way to him. “Hello to you too” he replied with a chuckle, before dropping his briefcase and engulfing you in a big hug. You smiled ravishing in the all to familiar warmth you so longed for, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his homey scent. “Well isn’t someone happy to see me today” he says, the prettiest smile decorating his features, showing you his pearly whites. 

“I missed you so much, hwa.” you murmur against his chest. He pats your hair softly, his other arm wrapped lovingly around your waist. “Bad day, hmm?” he asks. You nod and look up at him with a small smile, “yeah, but it’s already better now that you’re here.” He leans down and drops a quick peck to your lips, “mmm yeah?” You giggle and press your lips against his once again. Seonghwa is quick to respond to your kiss, lips moving together in a familiar rhythm. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you gladly let him in. 

You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue swirling around yours, and you can feel him smirk against your mouth. Seonghwa pushes you back softly until your back hits the wall, his lips never leaving yours. His hands snake up your shirt, brushing sensually up and down your sides. Your breath hitches at the feel of his cold hands on your body. “Hwa..” you whisper against his lips. He pulls back and looks at you with a playful grin, “hmm?” he hums, continuing to rub his hands down your sides, finding their resting spot against your plush ass. “What’s the matter, love?” he says teasingly. 

“Hwa, please, I need you..” you whisper. 

“Yeah? Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he says. 

You nod and Seonghwa lifts you up, carrying you bridal-style all the way to your shared bedroom. He gently drops you back to your feet, and sits down on the edge of the bed. “C’mere,” he says, pulling you along until you’re standing in between his legs. He pats his lap and you take the cue to sit on him, straddling him in the process. Your lips find his once more, not being able to wait any longer before tasting him again. His hands find their previous spot under your shirt, massaging your sides, all the while kissing you back. 

You bite on his bottom lip, and Seonghwa purrs at your neediness. His hands find the clasp of your bra and undo it. He pulls back from your kiss for a second, “Can I take this off, love?” he asks. You nod and let him take off your shirt, slipping off your bra in the process. His lips immediately attach to your collarbone, nipping at your skin and leaving a mark. A soft moan leaves your lips at the feeling of his mouth on your skin. He then directs his attention to your chest, leaving love bites all over before taking one in his mouth. You gasp as Seonghwa swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud, toying with your other breast at the same time. 

Your body arches into him, soft moans leaving your lips at all the attention he’s giving you. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging here and there. Seonghwa pulls back with a groan, “Am I making you feel good, love?” 

You nod with flushed cheeks, “So good, hwa..” 

Seonghwa smiles, satisfied with your answer. “I can make you feel even better, can you lay down for me?” he asks with a smile. You hum and let him help you off his lap. He softly pushes you down, your body hitting the bed with a soft thud. 

Seonghwa stands up, un-doing the buttons of his dress shirt before tossing it away. Getting rid of his other articles of clothing in the process, leaving him only with his briefs on. He makes his way back to the bed, crawling over you and caging you under his much bigger body. He drops another kiss to your lips before making his way down your body, peppering kisses everywhere. 

His fingers hook around the waistband of your pants, gently tugging. “Is this okay?” he whispers, his hot breath against your stomach making you shiver. 

“Y-yeah, please,” you answer him through a shaky breath. 

After discarding your pants somewhere in the room, he pulls down your panties as well, licking his lips. You look down at him, feeling shy now fully exposed to him. No matter how long you’ve been together or how many times you’ve done it, he always manages to make you nervous and have those butterflies appear in your stomach. 

Seonghwa starts by kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, purposely avoiding your sweet spot to tease you. “Hwa, please,” you whine. He looks up at you with a smirk. “Please, what?” 

“I need you, hwa,” you plead. He chuckles lightly, “And where would you need me, love?” 

He kisses your stomach one last time before going lower and softly blowing on your aching core. “Here?” he cooed. You let out a gasp at the sensation, nodding furiously. 

Seonghwa smirks, before licking a strip up your wet cunt, making you moan. “O-oh,” 

He chuckles, “This wet, already? And all for me?” 

You whimper, embarrassed, but Seonghwa only seems amused, going back down to lap at your juices. “You taste so sweet, love. I could do this all night.” 

You moan at his words, and Seonghwa delves back in, tongue playing with your sensitive nub. You throw your head back, your hand finding his head and pushing him harder against your core. His mouth on you bringing you to an ecstatic state. “H-hwa, more,” you whimper, “I need more, I need you.” 

He looks up at you with a sly smile, “I want to make you cum on my fingers first, baby.” He says as he pushes a finger into your tight hole. You choke on a moan, “f-fuck, hwa,”

He toys with your clit, gently nibbling at it as he enters a second finger, causing your hips to buck against him. 

With a third finger and his tongue playing with your sensitive bud, you can feel yourself getting drowned in pleasure, your orgasm nearing as your legs start to shake from all the stimulation. Seonghwa smirks against you as he can feel you tighten around his fingers. “Are you close, love?” 

You nod desperately as you arch your back against him, chasing your high. After a few more pumps of his fingers, you come undone, coating his mouth with your arousal. He pulls back looking up at you with a dumb smile, your juices dripping down his chin, before delving back in and lapping at you like a starved man. You cry out at the overstimulation, tugging on his hair, but he doesn’t stop until he’s licked up every last drop of you. 

“How was that?” he asks teasingly. 

“It was good hwa,” you giggle, “more than good.” 

He purrs before connecting his lips with yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is dizzying, his tongue swirling around yours in a way that leaves you breathless. His body is pressed against yours and you can feel his hard on against your thigh. 

Your lips never leave his as your hand slowly makes its way down to softly grab him through his briefs. Now this makes his breath hitch and he pulls away from the kiss momentarily. “Baby..” he groans.

“I want you, hwa..” you coo, pulling down his underwear and wrapping your hand around his throbbing cock. A soft moan escapes his lips at your touch, “fuck, baby, I need you.” he grunts, dropping a last quick kiss to your lips before aligning himself with your entrance. 

“Can I put it in, baby? I need you to tell me, please,” he breathes out, needily. 

“Yes, p-please, hwa, I want you,” you answer quickly.

With your approval he pushes his cock inside you, bottoming out. You choke on your moan, not expecting him to fully go in immediately. “F-fuck.” you mutter under your breath. 

“Sorry, baby” he whispers and kisses your cheek. “I’m gonna move now okay?” 

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him to you. Seonghwa starts moving, slowly at first, gradually increasing his speed. “Fuck..” he groans, “you feel so good baby.” 

You moan, his length hitting all the right spots. Seonghwa kisses you deeply as he angles you at a better angle, being able to reach even deeper inside you.

“Seonghwa!” you cry out his name as his hips snap against you, reaching that one spot that makes you see stars. 

“Fuck, baby, your clenching so hard around me,” he chuckles, voice raspy. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

“M-me too, s’ close, ms’ close, hwa!” you whine as your legs tremble, feeling light-headed from all the pleasure. 

“S-shit, where do you want me, love?” Seonghwa moans out. 

“Inside, hwa! I want you inside, please, fuck–!” you cry out. 

With a final snap of his hips, Seonghwa stills completely, his load spilling inside you and bringing you over your edge. Your body trembles as you reach your new high, pussy clenching around his cock, milking him whole. 

Seonghwa, lifts his head from your neck and presses a loving kiss to your lips. “Was that okay, love?” 

You chuckle softly, “Of course it was, your amazing hwa.” 

“Hope I made your day a bit better,” he says teasingly. 

“Oh, you definitely did. I love you, hwa.” you smile, lazily drawing circles on his back. 

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

[judeloverr]

morning cuddles with jude pls🙏🏽🙏🏽i love your fics sm

cuddles- jude bellingham

summary: morning cuddles with jude

pairings: jude bellingham x reader

warnings: fluff word count: 0.9k

“turn it off” jude grumbled under his breath, eyes still closed and half asleep while he nussled his head more into your neck. once reaching for your phone you pressed the button to turn the annoying alarm off. you forgot turn it off last night knowing you weren’t going anywhere and jude’s training cancelled due to the storm weather which created a lot of flooding.

the alarm stopped, silence filling the room. the soft patter of rain hitting the windows is the only thing heard. you moved back into jude’s embrace, his hands finding the familiar and comfortable position on your waist. your head leaning on his bicep allows you to put your hand on his lower arm, you scratching his skin softly with your acrylic nails.

“mhm, that tickles” you can feel jude’s smile against your neck, voice muffled by your skin and he pressed a light kiss below your ear, his lips moving up to press a feathering kiss against your cheek lovingly. “i’m so glad training got cancelled, can’t be bothered to get up”

“mhm, same just want to be with you all day” jude’s fingers traced shapes along your hip, your love language to each other has always been touch, he loves to be touching you somewhere if it’s your hands, waist or shoulders.

you turn your body so you are facing jude, his arm still under your head and his hand on your waist, he moves his hand to your back pulling you closer so your chest his pressed fully against his bare one.

shifting up so your head is aligning with his on the pillow, jude’s eyes are still closed, his relaxed face indicating he was falling out and into sleep. you hand goes to the back of his head scratching his scalp lighting, your hands lowering down to his back, nails against bare skin, jude shivers lightly, his hands squeezing your waist lightly.

you watch as his eyes open slowly, still puffy from sleep, looking at you tenderly as your hand goes to his cheek to rub his skin lightly under his eye. a small smiles appearing on his face when he looks at you, making your stomach all giddy.

his hands reaches from your waist to your head and pushes your hair behind your ear, his lips lean down and kisses gently on your forehead.

“i need to move, i’m getting cramp in my arm” jude urges your head to get up, you lift it a little allowing him to retrieve his arm. jude proceeds to move position, untangling your legs so he can be flat on his back. “c’mere” he whispers, grabbing your arm softly and pulling you to lie on his chest, your leg going over his center. your head goes on his bare chest and his arm falls of your lower back, under your shirt.

a comfortable silence fills the room while you trace the pads of your finger tips slowly over his abs on his stomach.

right now is one your favourite parts of the day, you can have each other to yourself and know knowone interrupts you.

jude’s other hand goes to your thigh which is over his centre and lays his hands there squeezing the skin every once in a while. you dig your head into his neck and begin to place light kisses over his skin. his breathing hitches very quietly when you nip at his ear lope. jude’s stomach feels like there a butterfly’s moving around quickly whenever you begin to kiss his neck.

jude feels warmth spread over his body when you gravitate towards his jaw, knowing purposely that you aren’t going to kiss the one place he wants you too. “you not gonna give me a kiss?” your kiss on his jaw lingers for a couple of seconds.

your actions pause at his whiny statement, you grin, putting your finger on his jaw, moving his face to the side so it’s facing you. jude has a cheeky grin on his face, watching and waiting for a kiss. jude loved to tease you, saying he never got kisses when you felt all you are doing all day is kissing your god damn boyfriend due to his extreme neediness for you.

you lean in a press your lips against his soft and warm mouth, he leans in closer to your face, his eyelashes against your cheek when he moves his mouth against yours, to be tease you move back, noses touching before things can escalate. a groan leaves his throat due to your lack of closeness. “hey” he mumbles.

you press single kisses against his mouth while saying “so” kiss “needy” kiss. when you pull back a blush appears on his cheeks, he digs his face into your neck, breath fanning over your chest, a breathless laughs escapes your mouth, knowing he’s suddenly got all shy.

“only for you”

[kaeddehara]

⋆˙⟡LEAD GUITARIST CHILDE⋆˙⟡

[nsfw + fem!reader x kinda emo childe + childe speaks some russian cause it’s hot + enjoy loves <3 ]

messy ginger hair, pretty ear and eyebrow piercings, some tattoos lining his arms and back, your boyfriend had it all. on top of his good looks, he was the best lead guitar player you ever knew. from seeing him okay with his hand to recording by himself to playing songs he wrote just for you. it was a dream dating a lead guitarist.

he’d wear those shirts that just fit him just right, coming up whenever he’d stretch upward. probably has a visible happy trail he keeps trimmed up just for you <3. always paired with baggy jeans and his pretty ginger strands all messy in such a lovely way, especially after he’d play. you’d always get a front row seat at his shows, always right where he was standing on stage. everyone around who comes to his shows knows you as his pretty little girlfriend. always in such cute outfits cheering him on and dancing. while your whole relationship seemed so romantic and lighthearted, that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

it never surprised you when he comes home with you grabbing on his arm and playfully dragging him to his couch in the dark living room. who knew how late it was or how high or drunk either of you were. after basically shoving him down on a comfortable spot on the couch, childes body relaxes against the soft fabric. you quickly plop yourself down right on top of his lap which immediately leaves childe to snake his hand around your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“hey, hey— slow down baby, you know there’s no need to rush anything”

you pout at his truthful words and huff slightly in annoyance before leaning in close to his slightly sweaty face. those big beautiful deep blue eyes staring back so lovingly while you hovered your lips on top of his.

“i’m gonna take my time dont you even worry”

you mumbled softly against his lips before pecking them, leveling childe to lean forward for more which made you smile. both of his hands sneaking to grab the fat of your ass and massage you gently. leaving you to gasp and lean forward even more which childe takes the opportunity to take you in for a deep kiss. then another, and another, and another until you basically didn’t leave any room for air. just as he was getting completely lost in your lips, you began to grind down on childe. letting your soft, small hands wander and snake up to his fluffy ginger locks. just the feeling of your fingers tangling through his hair made childe groan into each kiss he placed upon your lips. once you needed a breath of air, you slipped away swiftly from his lips, catching your breath and fixing your messed up lip gloss that now covered childes lips all shiny and colorful. leaning into his soft pale neck you licked and nipped at the sensitive flesh before getting to his ear and whispered his real name into his ear in a desperate tone he’s pretty sure not anyone could resist.

“you know how i feel when you say my name like that don’t you?”

he teases you with a soft laugh making you continue to kiss down his neck and jawline.

“Ты сводишь меня с ума…” (you drive me crazy)

“mhm”, you responded back, still busied with marking up his neck. pulling once you were finished to admire your work and rub the pretty markings over with your fingers. looking ajax back into the eyes.

“why don’t you get on your knees for me mилая” (sweetheart)

[writemekpop]

Daddy’s Favourite | Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

Summary: Hendery has been begging you to try for a baby… can you resist him?

Genre: Boyfriend!Hendery, suggestive

Word Count: 0.5k

You sat on the couch, your baby niece nestled in your lap.

The baby's chubby fingers reached up and touched your cheek. Normally you would have found that disgusting (come on, baby germs?) but for some reason, looking into little Jordan's eyes wasn’t the worst. It was almost… cute.  

Your boyfriend Hendery came in. When he saw you with the baby, his eyes lit up.

"Isn't she the best thing in the world?" He squeezed your hand, lovingly.

"I could get used to having one of these around," you murmured.

Hendery gasped. "Does this mean you’re ready to start trying?"

You bit your lip. “Babe…”

Hendery's brows shot up. "Not an immediate no... Does this mean what I think it means?"

You allowed yourself to smile. "Alright, what the hell. Let's do this!"

Butterflies soared through your tummy at the thought. You liked the feeling. It was like you were a kid on Halloween again.

Hendery jumped to his feet and started playing air guitar. You chuckled at your crazy boyfriend.

Hendery smirked. He pulled Jordan out of your arms and put her in the cot.

"Baby, I'm gonna get you so good and pregnant." He smirked and pulled you towards him.

Hendery kissed you, deep, eager. You could taste the cherry cola on his lips, you could feel his hand squeezing your ass. Heaven.

"Let's lock ourselves in the closet and bang this out, baby. We only need a couple minutes," Hendery murmured against your lips.

His lips touched your neck, making you shiver.

"Woah, slow down!" you said.

Hendery tried to kiss you again, but you kept him at arm’s length.  

He pouted.

"I’ve got to get my IUD taken out first," you said, laughing.

Hendery caught a curl of your hair between his fingers and twisted it, a gloomy look on his face. "Oh yeah."

You felt sorry for him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

An idea popped into your head. You smirked. You trailed your hand down his abs, toying with the buckle of his belt.

"Who says we can't have a trial run right now? You know what they say, practice makes perfect."

Hendery grinned. He pulled you into his arms, and you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. "I love you so fucking much." He smirked. “Does this mean I get to call you mommy?”

"Shut up, idiot," you said, nipping his jaw. "Now let's go make a baby."

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[thesoulesscollection]

Cotton Tail

Hybrid au request - Everyone in the stickmin universe is a human/animal hybrid. Can be any character and or romantic pairings. Any genre is fine

Now this is based and inspired from the post by bluebutlikenotalways. It may not be exactly like you wanted but kinda??

This one took me so long to do (like all my projects, requests, and so forth) and I'm sorry for that one. But here's a one shot from an old-ish Au I had that features one of my fav ships

Tw/Tags: Biting, Minor Blood. Mostly affectionate fluff here. 

"You're sure testing your limits here, lil' bun" 

"I know" As a cute, very fluffy and allegedly delicate bunny like Ellie, she was testing at the limits she can do with an imposing tiger like her boyfriend. 

"Keep it up or I'll do something" 

"Sure you will, big guy" She chuckles, calling out the tiger's bluff, leaning her squishy hip against the door. "Gonna keep looking or what? You like what you see?" 

Intimidated, face heating up to excruciating levels Right thickly gulps the growl stuck in his throat, "You do" 

On the balls of her feet, practically hopping in excitement, light reddish brown fur stands on edge, she openly smirks, head tilted to bare her neck. 

"I know. Like I said, baby. Whatcha gonna do about it then? Where did my big, bad beast go?" She grins, devious, knowing her words will impact the other. Which it did, he stomps over, cornering her with a deep frown playing on his scrunched face. "I can't see him. All I see is a quivering cub. If that's the case, do you want me to get your papa then?" With his face twitching, he postures like the wounded beast he truly is, towering over the tiny rabbit, she can't help it to enjoy the spectacular view from her angle. The huge size difference had her squirming, smug grin turned goofy. 

"Still here, bun" Stiffly watching the tiger, Ellie waits for what he's planning for her. "I won't leave you even when you get on my nerves sometimes" In a quick swoop she's picked up by the scruff with one large hand, careful to not hurt her while the other on her thigh secures the hold. 

"Hey?! Watch it!" A gasping squeak later, the sudden action startling Ellie until his low rumbling purring settles her down. 

"Cool it. You're safe" His damp breath hits the nape of her neck. His elongated canines are lightly grazing across the tender flush under the furr. Tense muscles didn't let up though but she's keen at the lovingly doting, almost hungry attention. "Relax. You asked for this" He gently reprimanded. A soft nip on the spot between her neck and shoulders finally got her to ease up.  

"Maybe I did… But I'm fragile bun bun. You have to be careful" Lightheartedly joking she bites at her bottom lip, restraining the urge to rut when her short tail is pulled on. 

"More than that, cottontail. We know that you're feisty" 

She laughed, loud enough to bounce off the wall. It was true after all she might be a 'prey' who a lot would normally overlook due to her adorable appearance. Yet she's determined to prove it otherwise, she was a ball of hot fury. Like always a bloody fist fight with her already high strung emotions meets her at the top of the steepest horizons. Again she dares to cross the line once more in order to get under her tiger's allegedly thick skin. 

"Yeah? What are you going to do to me then?" 

In retaliation, he bit down on her neck, the sensitive glands. Hard. Thankfully, it's not enough to kill her. Just a deep, colorful mark that'll last for days, weeks even if either one is lucky. Clearly a sign of possessiveness, to show who you belonged to, Ellie mused, her eyes twinkling from unshed tears. 

"S-shi-!" She held the curse back. 

Spiked tongue tentatively licks up at the wound, Right soon pulls away with a wide, sharp toothed grin, likely proud in the action. 

"Need to bite me that deep?" Right shrugs nonchalantly. "Okay… Heh, maybe I did ask for it. A little" He buried his face deep into her soft fluff, another purring escaped his throat, turning to a satisfied cat. 

"Hm… You're so fluffy" He compliments. 

Ellie preens in return, "Thank you" 

[baekhansol]

relief & reassurance

pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)

genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor

word count: 3812

plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better

warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜

You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.

You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.

"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.

"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.

"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.

"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.

"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.

"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."

You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.

You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.

When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!"

"I will," San responds with a chuckle.

When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.

You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.

"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"

When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"

You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.

"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."

He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.

"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.

"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).

"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.

You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.

"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.

"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.

"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.

"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.

"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.

"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.

His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.

When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.

He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.

"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.

You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.

"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.

"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.

"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.

Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.

“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.

“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.

San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.

“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.

“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.

“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.

He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.

He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.

“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.

You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.

You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.

“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.

“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.

You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.

“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.

San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.

As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.

“What color are you?” he asks.

“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.

San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.

“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.

You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.

“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.

San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.

“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.

“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.

“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.

After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.

“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.

He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.

“I-?”

“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.

“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.

He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.

You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.

“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.

His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.

He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.

San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.

“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.

“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.

“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.

“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.

“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.

“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.

You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”

You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.

“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.

You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.

“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.

“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.

He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.

“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.

“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.

“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.

“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.

You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.

Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.

“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.

“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”

“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.

Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.

San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.

Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.

“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.

“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.

“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.

“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.

“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.

“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.

San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.

“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.

Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.

You nod a little, your orgasm building again. Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.

You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.

“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.

At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.

He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.

You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.

“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.

“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.

San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.

You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.

When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.

San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”

Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.

“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.

Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.

“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.

“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.

Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.

“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.

You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.

“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.

“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.

Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.

“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.

“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.

San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.

“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.

“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.

Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.

Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.

“I love you,” Wooyoung murmurs.

“We love you,” San corrects him, smiling.

[imagines-hoarder]

House Warming - Bucky Barnes

Summary: Hopping through some standout moments in making Bucky's apartment a place worth coming home to. (This definitely could have been a headcanon but I refuse to do headcanons at this time.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.6 k

Warnings: fluff with a lil angst

A/N: I have finished all the assignments left for my degree and decided to sit down and write today. This is probably trash but idc because it has been written and therefore I may as well release it. It's been a while since I've written and years since I've truly tried dipping my foot into a different fandom, but I figured I'd give it ago. Please don't forget to leave comments, I love interacting with y'all. Thank you @bwbatta​ for the dividers! xoxox

Masterlist

It all started with a damn candle. A ‘sandalwood & vanilla orchid’ candle tucked away in a reused cyan jar.

“I found it at the art market down the street last weekend,” you said as you placed it in the corner of the living room window. “You know we have to support local business.”

“And I shouldn’t assume this is your way of telling me my place smells, right?” Bucky quipped from the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in his hand and a lazy smile on his face. He’d just gotten back from a 12-day mission with Sam, and the last thing he had on his to-do list was to buy candles.

The smile grew firmer as you put yourself into his arms. “Complete opposite, actually. I bought it cause I thought it smelled just like you.” You hid your face within his chest, and he thanked the stars that you couldn’t see the warmth rising in his cheeks. His barren apartment felt a little bigger with a candle in the windowsill.

From there it became decorative pillows… and a couch to hold them. The small living room had quickly become a mess by the time you both had brought it up to his fourth-floor apartment, furniture wrap and packing peanuts strewn everywhere.

“I still don’t know why you needed to buy a sofa this big,” Bucky grumbled as he leaned over the back of the beige three-seater, looking down at your splayed out across its cushions.

“Don’t get me wrong, babe. I love the transient bachelor look you’ve got going on here, but you need more furniture than an armchair,” you mumbled between heavy breaths as you tried to regain control from maneuvering the couch into the apartment.

“And the pillows?” A laugh fell from your lips as you watched him look at the indigo cushions with a remarkable amount of disdain. Who buys pillows made just to look nice on a couch?

“They add character.”

“I didn’t think character was an area we were lacking in. Transient bachelor, remember?” He walked around the couch and shifted you over so he could lay beside you. You instinctively curled into him as you both closed your eyes. For a second the place felt like home. “I also don't know how you plan for us both to fit on this couch every day along with the pillows.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You looked up from his chest with a mischievous glint that made his heart skip. “It’s a pullout bed too. I’m sure it’ll be firm enough even for you.”

The home improvements didn’t stop there, but Bucky refused to admit how much he enjoyed them.

He liked having a place and person to come home to. After you had bought neutral bedding for his room, you’d spent an evening putting together ‘his and hers’ trestle bookcases for either side of the bed. He’d try to keep up his crabbish demeanor as you argued that ‘you needed a place to set your books for when you slept over,’ and a side table could no longer contain the small collection you had spilling over. Even still, he couldn’t find it in himself to banter much about the minor changes you made to make the place feel lived in.

And God, did he love living with you around. Between missions, his continued therapy, and trying to find his place in a world that had tripled in opportunity since his youth, he knew that he never had to question who he was and where he fit in when he walked through that door. You still occasionally slept at your own apartment when he was away, but he could always count on you being asleep in his bed by the time he came home.

One toothbrush in a glass became two, and from there, hand creams, face masks, and cotton pads cluttered the bathroom counter, packed away in their clear containers. You had made sure to keep lavender bath salts on hand for the late-night baths you took together when he woke up in a panic, unable to close his eyes again for fear of falling back into a nightmare.

It took time and working through plenty of hesitation before Bucky could progress from sleeping on the pull-out sofa to the bed, but ever since, you found your nights attended by restlessness whenever you weren’t wrapped in his arms.

Once your lease was up and you had a lengthy conversation about your inability to rest without him, you quickly filled the apartment with brown boxes. Bucky had been no less than astounded by how much you fit into them. From then on, no nook or cranny was without a vase or shelf.

“How many mugs does one house need,” Bucky asked skeptically while he continued to carefully pull them from their paper wrappings.

“Oh, come on! They’re fun!” You exclaimed, wrapping an arm around his waist as you took the Charlie Brown mug from his metal palm. “Plus, we go through enough coffee around here to justify some extra mugs.”

After you put the mug into the lowest shelf of the cabinet, you busied yourself with filing away the spices one cabinet over. No matter how much he tried, Bucky couldn’t pull his eyes away from you, lost in your own world as you chipped away at unpacking your belongings, making yours his, and vice versa. The domesticity in the little things you did was something he could get used to, and he wanted to return the feeling of normalcy as much as he could. He was far from the average boyfriend, but you remind him that could be a good thing. You never wanted to be average, but in these small moments, as you both did what normal couples do, he felt that he could create a new normal with you.

“So your Christmas gift came in already, and it’s too big to hide.” Your awkward tone carried over the phone as he exited a station ten minutes away from the apartment. Even though his neck ached and the cold nipped at the top of his ears, he couldn’t stop himself from releasing a breathy laugh.

“I thought you said you were good at this gift-giving thing, doll,” he teased you as he maneuvered his way to your shared apartment.

“Oh, don’t you fret, baby. I am the best gift-giver in all of New York City. I just slightly miscalculated how big this thing was and have realized it won’t fit into our closet.”

He tsked with a smirk on his face. “If you say so.”

“Hey, you gave me my Christmas gift a week ago.”

“Yeah, that’s because I didn’t know if I’d be back before Christmas.”

“Well, you will be, and I’m glad you are,” your voice softened lovingly as he pulled out his keys to the front of the building.

Bucky had gotten used to your love, but he’d vow to never take it for granted. All the pain he’d endured had somehow led him to you, the person who didn’t see his broken pieces as a burden or a project but as a potential to be whatever he desired.

When he hung up the call and unlocked the apartment, his brows furrowed into one; the apartment was pitch black. It was only when he heard your soft footstep walking towards the entrance that his face relaxed.

Before he could even kiss you, you had your palms firmly placed over his eyes. “No peeking; your gift is in the living room.”

The uncertainty in what you could have got him made his stomach clench. “Is it an animal?”

You slowly dragged him through the front hallway, making sure to avoid crashing into the entryway storage table. “I’m sorry to say it’s not alive.”

“Is it a nice welcome-home spread with candles, fruit, and the pullout bed all set up?”

He could feel your eyes roll to completion. “Easy there, sergeant. That’s for later.” You pulled him down to sit on the couch, and he kept his eyes closed as you pulled your palms away, moving to turn on a lamp. “Okay, Buck. open up.”

When he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to understand what he was seeing nestled against the wall; when he did recognize it, he could only form two words “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit indeed.”

He was quick to stand up and cross the room, eager to get a good look at the walnut centerpiece. “Does it work?”

You scoffed as you moved to kiss his cheek. “What kind of girlfriend would get her ancient boyfriend a broken phonograph console?”

He didn’t even attempt to answer as he bent down to wrap his arms around you, his lips eager to find yours. “A fucking Magnavox radio and phonograph,” he mumbled against your lips.

“A working Magnavox radio and phonograph, you mean.” When you pulled away and saw that his face held a glow reserved only for special occasions, you knew you had made the right choice. “I’ve got some records wrapped up if you want to open those now too.”

You yelped in surprise as he picked you up and made his way towards your bedroom. “I’ve got something else I’d like to unwrap first.”

Bucky Barnes had grown up in a period when the average family could seldom afford nice things or much of anything at all. The Great Depression has resulted in the slogan ‘Make it do or Do without,” being ingrained into what memories he still had, and 'doing without' had become commonplace for the Barnes household.

That’s why every gadget and gizmo you added to your household left him in awe. For much of his life, including the decades he spent as a weapon for Hydra, he hadn’t been allowed to call anything his own; he was still getting used to living so plentifully, both in love and in life. But now, he could barely move and he thought it had all been taken away from him.

The attack was supposed to have been contained, at least three miles away from the apartment. Anything less, and he would have made you visit your family upstate instead of just suggesting it. By the time Sam had told him that there’d been some confirmed damage within a block of the apartment, Bucky was already on his way home. He couldn’t think of anything but the worse: you trapped in a collapsing apartment building or pulling up to find no building there at all.

He felt his lungs fill with air again as he pulled up to your building, completely intact regardless of the severe damage less than a five-minute walk away. It felt like both seconds and hours between when he parked his outside and unlocked the front door.

“He doesn’t have his phone on him, mom. How am I supposed to…” you trailed off from your call as he walked into the living room, turning your head away from the Breaking News report you’d been glued to for the last hour. “Wait, I’ll call you back. Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll call you back.” Your eyes never left his as he walked over to you, hanging up the phone with worry in your eyes. “Buck, are you oka-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he pulled you off of the couch and into his arms. His grip was less reserved than he usually kept, but he made sure not to hurt you, eager to keep you in his arms, where he knew you were safe. A single tear fell from the corner of his eyes as he realized the real possibility that he could have lost you if you lived even 5 minutes closer to the attack. You stayed like that for a while, gathered tightly in his arms as you both settled onto the floor You didn’t push him to verbalize his fear; you already understood it. And it took this occurrence for him to realize he never wanted to experience this feeling again.

Bucky was quiet for the rest of the evening, and while it worried you, his fear had been evident enough not to require questioning. The city-wide cleanup had lasted all hours of the night; for the first time in all the years you had lived in the city, the sounds of the whirring of vehicles clearing debris off the street had been too close to ignore. The sun was rising before a single word was said between you and Bucky, tangled together on the sofa as the first ray of light made itself known.

“You’ve spent so much time piecing this place together, doll.” His voice was raspy. You know he hates when you see him cry, but his pain was always evident in his voice. “And it could have been all wiped away in seconds.” You let a heavy silence settle between you as you traced a pattern into his shoulder. He couldn’t bear to say it, but you knew what he meant: You could have been gone within seconds. “I just… I don’t ever want to feel like this again.”

You’d both gone through so much to make your relationship work. Nearly normal was as close as you would ever attain to being an average couple. The distance, the days without contact, and the ever-present fear that anything could pull you away from one another was something that had taken time to work through.

You looked around the living room and saw the place you had built together. There were photos and books scattered on any flat surface, a leftover mug half-filled with cold tea, and a record left out on the phonograph. The apartment looked like what love felt like; a messy combination of everything you and Bucky. But this apartment could not contain everything that ‘home’ was; only Bucky could do that.

The words fell from your mouth before you could restrain them. “Maybe we should move.”

Your eyes found each other, and you both sat in silence, though it felt lighter, invigorated with the new proposition.

Before he even responded, you could see tension dissolve from his shoulders. “Where do you want to move?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead, only being able to provide him with a shrug. “I don’t know… maybe upstate, maybe somewhere else.”

“Your mom would like you being Upstate.”

“My mom would love us living next door too, but I don’t see that in the cards anytime soon.” You got a ghost of a smile for that.

“We could probably afford a house if we moved out there,” he said as he moved his lips to meet your forehead.

“Buck, I’d move anywhere with you. As long as we have each other, then we have all we need to rebuild this place.”

He pressed soft kisses to the crown of your head, and you swore you felt his chest flutter. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna look for some places, bigger ones too.” He tilted your head up to find your eyes, and you were sure that all of the love you carried for each other was incredibly visible at that moment. “You have made this apartment something worth coming home to. Now let me give you a house to make a home.” Your skin tingled with adoration as you pulled him as close as possible, burying your face into his neck.

You didn’t want to let go. You wanted to lay in this room, in this bed, and in this moment until the end of time, but you knew that something bigger and better was on the horizon for you and Bucky.

“All I heard is that you’re buying me a house.” His laugh was music to your ears.

[pufflocks]

Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hi! I'm a new follower and I just binged all of your stories today! And sooooo in love!

I just want to request a story, where chishiya is madly possesive of his S/O, where he gets jealous of anyone who would touch her.

S/O is a female.

Thank youuu so much!

Of course! Thanks so much for following and reading my fics! ❤❤

Possessive | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Summary: You begin to notice Chishiya’s possessive behaviour around you when you start becoming more serious about your relationship

Type: short scenario

Word Count: 1.7k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: this is more like just a few scenarios of Chishiya being possessive. It isn’t that well written since I had to rush it a bit. I felt like I had to post something today cause I haven’t in a while, so I was a bit busy 😣

You never viewed Chishiya as the possessive type, especially when it came to relationships. The sly, manipulative character seemed to convey the vibe that he wouldn’t care less about who his significant other talked to or hung out with. But of course, during the first few weeks of dating him, you began to notice that your assumption was completely inaccurate.

It started with small gestures, like pulling you closer to him subtly when you were hanging around the pool area, or keeping a strong grip on your hand when walking down the hallways of the hotel together. You always thought it was him just being a good boyfriend, but over time you began to think otherwise.

Chishiya became more clingy towards you, both in public and private. Sometimes he would not allow you to leave his side at all, which always ended in a complaint from you. Even when you rolled your eyes and tried to walk away from him anyway, he would just grab you by your waist and pull you back to him, giving you a quick glare to warn you.

In private, like when you were in your shared room together, he always hid your shirts from you so you would be forced to wear one of his white t-shirts. He would become all happy and giddy when you saw you in his clothes, wrapping his arms around you like a little koala and not letting go for hours. There would be some nights when you would have to pry his arms off from your torso, as he simply refused to let you go.

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One night, you both were sitting in a booth together outside around the pool area. Most of The Beach’s residents had made their way to bed, so it was just you and Chishiya having a few drinks together with the occasional small group of people walking nearby.

Chishiya had his lips against yours, moving slowly and intimately as he held the side of your face with one hand and rubbed the bare skin of your waist with the other. You were having a heated make out session, just enjoying being in each other’s presence without being disturbed by anyone.

“Chishiya,” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, making Chishiya pout unhappily. “Let’s head inside, it’s getting cold out here.”

Chishiya smiled and shook his head at your suggestion. “Can we just spend a few more minutes here? There’s too many people inside and just want some alone time with you,” he asked, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and lightly nipping at the sensitive skin. You winced as he kissed and bit along your neck and collarbones.

“I want to see Arisu. He said he wasn’t feeling too well today and I want to check up on him,” you said, pulling Chishiya away from your neck by his shoulders. Chishiya held a frown on his face.

“Why do you want to see Arisu? I’m right here, you don’t need him,” he groaned in an annoyed tone while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You pulled a sarcastic face and rolled your eyes.

“Yes I know, but I’m just worried about him, that’s all,” you insisted, pushing your hand underneath Chishiya’s chin and pressing your thumb against his lips lightly.

Chishiya gazed lovingly into your eyes as you traced your thumb across his cheek, closing his eyes in content as the feeling of your hand on his skin. “You’re so pretty,” you praised, giving him a short peck on his nose, making him chuckle slightly.

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A more prominent incident that conveyed his possessive personality was when you were in an executive meeting together.

You were a higher ranking member of the militants, so you were able to be present at meetings with Hatter.

Both you and Chishiya stood at the end of the large room together, leaning against the wooden wall and listening to the debate that everyone was holding. Hatter was trying to decide which executives to send to the next game, as he was expecting the game to represent a card that they had not yet able to achieve, and he wished to make sure that they were guaranteed to bring it back.

“Niragi and Aguni could go,” Mira suggested, gesturing towards the two taller men that sat at the table next to one another. “They have a 100% winning streak, so I think they’d be the best choice for a diamonds game such as this one.”

Your eyes broke from the rest of the room when you felt Chishiya’s hand run along yours, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. You looked at his face, not even earning a side glance from him. It was unusual for him to act romantic towards you in front of the executives, especially during a meeting.

“Why doesn’t Y/N join then?” you suddenly heard your name. You looked back over to the table and saw Niragi eyeing you, making you tense immediately. “She can come with us, since she too has cleared a lot of diamond games.”

As everyone turned towards you and Chishiya, you felt Chishiya’s grip on your hand tighten.

Before you could even speak, Chishiya spoke for you.

“No,” he bluntly stated.

“No?” Niragi questioned, standing up from his seat and making his way over towards you and Chishiya’s position. “Why do you say no Chishiya?” Niragi asked, pressing the barrel of his rifle towards him.

“I’m not letting her go with you, not if I’m not there.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just continued to glance between the two bickering men.

“She’s her own person, she can speak for herself,” Niragi growled into Chishiya’s face, turning towards you. Your heart stopped as he stepped towards your smaller frame. “So, what do you think sweetheart? We could really use your help.”

The way he ran his tongue along his bottom lip creepily at the end of his sentence made you uneasy. Before you could even answer, Chishiya had pulled you by your arm roughly behind him, putting himself between you and Niragi and shoving on his chest to get him away.

“Fuck off you perv,” he cursed at him, “she’s staying here. I don’t care how much you need her. I wouldn’t even let her in the same room as you or Aguni without me there.”

Niragi scoffed and gave you both an angered look before turning away. “Fine. Keep that personality up around her Chishiya, she just might get sick of you treating her like a possession you have control over.”

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Another incident occurred when you were both at the neon coloured bar outside in the party area.

Chishiya had to leave for a few minutes to look for Kuina, so you decided to wait at the bar for him to return, despite his protesting.

You were nodding your head to the music and sipping your drink, enjoying your time by yourself and having a nice conversation with the young lady who was the bartender. You suddenly were pulled from your thoughts when a cold hand was placed on your lower back, making you jump and spin your head around with an annoyed expression.

“Hey gorgeous,” he slurred his words, obviously drunk. “You’re looking awfully lonely. You want to come dance with me,” he pressed, running a hand through your hair softly. You swatted his hand away from your face and shuffled over in your seat to distance yourself from him.

“No thanks,” you declined politely. “I’m actually with someone, so I’m waiting for them right now,” you tried to reassure him.

He frowned and looked around the bar for someone who you might have been with. “I don’t see anyone. I’m sure your partner won’t mind if you have a little dance with me~”

His flirtatious tone made you cringe. He seemed awfully insistent. You declined once again and stood up from your seat to walk away, but you didn’t get the chance to when he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your back against his chest. “Stop being so hard to get. I just want to get to know you a little better.”

You tried to pull yourself from his touch as he ran his hands along the skin of your stomach a bit too intimately for it to be comfortable.

To your surprise, you heard a loud impact noise and the man’s grip left your body. You turned around to see what had happened to notice none other than Chishiya standing above the man on the ground, taser in hand.

“Piss off you horny dog,” he spat towards him, tucking his weapon back into his hoodie pocket. You noticed the people surrounding you watching the scene, making you feel uneasy, but Chishiya grabbed you by your hand and dragged you away from the crowd, heading towards the hotel.

After walking for a while, Chishiya turned around and looked at you, concern painted across his face.

“Oh my god, are you okay baby?” he asked, frantically checking your body for any signs of injury. “Did he touch you anywhere? I’m so sorry I left. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that, especially around all those intoxicated people.”

He was rambling as he rubbed your skin, trying to comfort you. “Chishiya,” you said, interrupting him. “I’m fine, it’s not your fault.”

You pulled him into a passionate kiss, running your hands through his hair, trying to calm him. Chishiya wrapped his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer, making you feel his warmth against you.

You snaked your hands underneath his hoodie and wrapped them around his back, scratching lightly through the material of his shirt. Chishiya sighed and pulled away from your lips, looking into your eyes.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against yours playfully. You smiled at his statement. “You’re mine, don’t forget that.”

You nodded as he leant downwards to bite underneath your jaw. “Maybe I’m not making that clear enough,” he slyly said, making you chuckle nervously at his words. You gasped as he latched onto the skin of your neck, sucking on a single spot harshly. H.

“Chishiya, don’t!” you whispered-yelled. “You’ll leave a mark!”

Chishiya pulled away from your skin and admired the purple bruise that had formed on your neck, making him smirk. “That’s the point baby,” he said in a teasing tone. He leant back down and licked over the spot lightly to sooth the bruise.

You smiled and playfully hit his shoulder. “Idiot,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

[prfctethereal]

just another horror movie. | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

chapter: prologue

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

word count: 2.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was only James Potter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Must’ve been a trick of the light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A crash rang out from downstairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[simpforgojosatoru]

ALL-NIGHTER (One-Shot) - Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, while you are a successful, hot-shot lawyer, both of you are incredibly good at what you do in your respective jobs, that you often have to pull some overtime. Tonight however, it happens to be your boyfriend who’s free, so he pays you a visit to your office.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f! Reader/Reader-insert

Rating: NSFW

Waking up, you turn and smile as soon as you saw the sleeping face of your dear Satoru. You ran a hand softly through his hair, you lean in to give him a soft peak, and then back away, only to have him chase after you with lips pouting and eyes still shut, whining like a puppy, asking for more kisses. You laugh, and lean back in, and continue kissing him, as he encloses you into a tight embrace.

“Good morning, baby,” you greet with a smile.

Now under him, Satoru smiled down at you, and kissed you lovingly. “Good morning, baby girl.”

You hold his face as you look up at him lovingly, “We both have to get up for work soon.”

Satoru whined, “I don’t wanna gooooo…”

You chuckled, “I know, but you do have students to teach, Teach.”

Satoru rolled his eyes, and groaned, “Yes, yes, fine, I’m getting up…”

You laughed, “Come on, lazy boy.”

“Do you think you will be over-timing today?” Satoru asked.

“I can ask you the same question,” you replied with a wry smile.

Satoru turned on his innocent look with a pout, “Can you blame me, baby? I’m, after all, the strongest; I am always expected to be on-call.”

“Yeah, yeah, Sato,” you laugh, as you get dressed for work.

“But I really do hope I won’t have to pull overtime,” you say. “I hate overtime.”

He came up behind you and wrapped you in a reverse hug, and his lips dove down to your neck, fluttering you with melting kisses, while your head roll back, back arched, enjoying his lovemaking to your neck.

Satoru hummed, “How about we text each other…? I will update you if I will be home late.”

You smile, “Okay.”

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Work at the law firm today turned out to be very hectic; phone calls, meetings, and urgent cases popping up for some of the highest-paying clients, you and your colleagues didn’t get to get out for lunch hour, and you eventually had to order takeaways. Of course, you also kept in contact with your boyfriend, texting back and forth, during which you gave him prior warning that, you may indeed have to stay overtime tonight.

“Aw…that sucks! ”Satoru had texted back.

“How about you? What’s your likelihood of overtime for tonight?”you text back.

“Still possible… We can’t see each other tonight…really, really sucks!”

Both yours and Satoru’s hearts sank, even though you both understand each other’s work, you hate being away from each other. Though, right now, there’s nothing else you can do, but focus on work.

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*Time skip*

It’s the evening now, you are still at the law firm, sitting in your own office along with your close friend and colleague-Mayumi, going through the piles and piles of legal documents, both sighing now and then, having a last-minute case which popped up involving one of the more important clients for the law firm.

“I know there is somewhere else you’d rather be,” Mayumi stated sympathetically. “I’m sorry you are stuck here instead.”

You sigh dejectedly and roll your eyes, “Won’t make much of a difference, looks like Satoru is pulling overtime too.”

“He’s pulling overtime too?” Mayumi queried.

You sigh, “Well, he’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer; he’s needed pretty much almost always.”

Mayumi smiled in awe, “Though I must say, I’m really impressed; you are both extremely busy people, yet you are still working very hard with your relationship and still going strong as ever.”

You smile casually, “It’s all about mutual understanding and compromise.”

You look at her seriously, “But I believe you also have a thing for a certain jujutsu sorcerer, my boyfriend’s colleague, don’t you?”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” Mayumi asked.

“Cut the crap, Mayumi, I know you like Nanami,” you reply.

She swallowed; she was not going to argue, considering you know her so well. “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, it is to me, but I don’t know about the others.”

“Listen, I won’t do anything, it’s clearly unrequited, I know that, but I am still in the process of getting over him.”

You smile sadly at her, “How long do you think it’s going to take you?”

Just as Mayumi was about to answer, someone rang the office bell, you look to each other in puzzlement and confusion.

“We are the only ones in the office right now, right?” you ask.

Mayumi nodded, “Yeah, who else would be here at this hour?”

You both get up and go out to the main front doors of the law firm, to find the one and only Gojo Satoru standing right there, holding a couple of paper bags, grinning and waving at you two. Both gobsmacked, you quickly open the door for him, and he walk in briskly with a kind-of apologetic smile.

“Baby, what are you doing here? I thought you have to pull overtime?” you ask, shocked.

Satoru handed one paper bag out to Mayumi, and handed the other one to you, “Didn’t have to last minute.”

Your eyebrows rose at his words, and you look at him quizzically, “Or…does that translate to you tossing your mission to your students?”

Satoru whined and pouted, “I’m not that bad…anyway I’m giving them the opportunity to train and become stronger; it’s tough love, babe.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“I will leave you two alone. Thank you very much for the food and cake,” Mayumi stated with a cheeky grin, and holding up the paper bag containing a piece of dessert, a slice of delicious Belgian chocolate fudge cake, and a main course dish.

Satoru nodded with a smile, “You’re welcome.”

You then take hold of his hand, and lead him to your office. “Come on, baby.”

Setting aside the paperwork and documents on your desk, and placing the paper bag, you take the food and cake out, as Satoru sat down in a chair by your desk. Then you place your hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage, you lean your head low, and you both engage in a kissing session.

“Thank you very much for coming up to my office,” you say with a grin.

“You are welcome, baby,” Satoru said back with a smile.

Satoru just sat watching and staring at his beloved girlfriend, as you eat the food and cake, and he giggled.

“What?” you ask. “I have something on my face?”

Satoru giggled, “You have cream on your lips.”

You blush, embarrassed, looking away, he grinned at you adoringly. You pick up a tissue, and are about to wipe your lips discreetly, when Satoru just took hold of your chin, and leaned in to kiss you deeply and passionately. You gasp, taken aback by his unexpected action, but you soon sink right into it as he wrapped his arms tight around you, and you respond by wrapping your arms around his neck. Engaged in a heated making-out session, Satoru got you out of your chair, and have you set your butt on the edge of your desk. Both on fire, even if you break off the kissing now and then to take a breather, there is still fire, deep lust, love and passion burning in you both, and you are both aching for each other.

“This is my office, we can’t really…” you start breathily.

“But we’ve never done it in your office,” Satoru stated huskily.

“Ugh…” you groan.

Satoru tugged your hips closer, and he grinded against you, making you feel his hardening member, he buried his head into the crook of your neck and grinned, “Come on, baby, let’s christen it.”

“Ugh…I’m not sure that’s a good idea…,” you moan as he continued kissing and sucking your neck.

“Come on, baby, there’s nobody here but us,” Satoru begged.

“Mayumi is in the other office!” you hiss.

“But isn’t she a few doors away? And she won’t bother us now that I’m here,” Satoru stated with a grin.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, you cannot believe he would be so daring, your office is not exactly opaque, people can see through your office unless you use the blinds.

Satoru stared back innocently with a pout, “You can use the blinds, can’t you?”

Your mouth twitch, but you easily gave in, you sighed with a reluctant smile, “Fine…”

“Thank you very much, baby,” Satoru grinned.

He tugged you over to the leather couch, after he quickly shut and locked your office door, and pulled the blinds, giving yourselves privacy. He kneeled on the carpeted floor as he pried your thighs apart to settle between them, and he tugged you in for a deep, passionate kiss. He engaged you in a making-out session again, but his hands were now very busily undoing your work jacket and shirt. He threw away your jacket and shirt as soon as the buttons were undone, leaving your upper body in nothing but a black lace bra, and you stop kissing for a while, as he stared at your heaving breasts encased in a lacy prison, without another word, he quickly and roughly pulled the bra cups down and ripped the bra away from your body, exposing your voluptuous breasts to his naked eyes, he quickly latched his lips on to your creamy, smooth but firm mounds.

You throw your head back and moan, Satoru paid his full and complete attention to your breasts, sucking and nipping, while his hands busied themselves with taking off your skirt, tights and underwear, and your hands busy themselves with taking off his shirt, and undoing his belt. You cooperate with one another by moving now and then to allow the other to remove pieces of clothing much easier, and soon you both are completely naked. Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist and swapped positions, so that he is now the one sitting in the couch, with you sitting in his lap.

“Ride me,” Satoru whispered huskily.

You did not need to be told a second time, you position yourself over his rock hard member, and you slide down ever so slowly and smoothly, and he groaned into your neck as you consume him inch by inch. He held tight to you, his face nuzzled you neck, groans slipping from his mouth uncontrollably, as you wrap so deliciously tight around him.

“Fuck! You are so tight! Baby, ride me,” Satoru stated huskily.

You grin teasingly, “Beg.”

Satoru growled.

You laugh, “Hey, you are the one asking for it, not to mention, this is my office.”

He growled, frustrated, then he sighed. “Fine, I give up, I beg of you, baby. Please ride me.”

You laugh a tinkling laugh. “There you go, baby.”

You start to move your hips; his hands slid down to grip them, he moaned as you move and gyrate your hips.

“Baby, you are so perfect,” Satoru moaned.

He started to thrust his hips, thrusting up his hips to give you some support and leverage, and you continue to move up and down his cock, giving him his own private little show of your breasts bouncing up and down, he groaned at the purely erotic show, but then he cradled your face in his hands, looking at you seriously.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Satoru asked.

“I thought it was just the sex,” you respond jokingly.

Satoru rolled his eyes, then turned serious, “Y/N, I really do love you, so goddamn much. It’s not just the sex, the sex is only part of what we have, and I love you, all of you.”

You smile lovingly at him, “I know, silly. I love you too, all of you.”

He grinned, and kissed you deep, and you both continued making love into the night, and ended up falling asleep with you on top of him and him still inside you.

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A knock on your office door woke you up; you panic and frantically got up from the couch, while pulling away from Satoru gently, careful not to hurt him. You start picking up your clothes from the floor, cleaning up the mess frantically, while throwing on clothes at the same time.

“Y/N, you in there…? It’s Mayumi,” Mayumi announced.

“Yeah, I am, I will be right there,” you state hurriedly.

Just then, Satoru stirred awake, sleep still clear on his face, he groaned and stretched. “What’s going on, baby?”

“A new day, a new day is what going on,” you reply frantically.

Satoru grinned lazily as he stares at you throwing on clothes in a hurry, and he just sat back against the couch casually. “Last night was absolutely amazing.”

“Yes, it was, really good,” you say awkwardly.

You then stop, stalk still, you are staring at your ripped bra, courtesy of your boyfriend.

“Damn it, I have no bra to wear today,” you complain, annoyed.

“Sorry, baby, I was just way too excitedly last night,” Satoru stated.

However, when you turn to see Satoru grinning goofily at you, it is clear that he did not feel apologetic at all, and you roll your eyes. “I have work today, babe. How on earth am I going to work with no bra?”

More knocking came on the door.

“Y/N, are you okay in there?” Mayumi asked worriedly.

You wrap yourself, and opened the door to see a stunned Mayumi, and you smile awkwardly. “I’m fine.”

“Satoru stayed the night?” Mayumi stated teasingly. “I figured.”

“Well…” you start to respond.

“Morning, Mayumi-chan,” Satoru greeted with a bright grin.

Mayumi grinned teasingly, “And…ah ha, you did more than sleeping…”

You roll your eyes and admit, “Yes, we did, and it will never happen here again.”

“Don’t bet on it, sugar,” Satoru called.

You then turn to him, and hiss, “Throw some clothes on, will you?”

Mayumi laughed. “Don’t worry, I am just here to inform you that it’s still early, and you still have time to get washed and dressed. Just make sure you both look presentable before all our colleagues arrive.”

Mayumi walked away chuckling and you shut your office door; you turn back to Satoru, who has begun to put on his clothes, and you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him lovingly. He grinned in response, and wrapped his arms around you, and started kissing back.

“I will see you later today?” you ask with a soft smile.

“I will pick you up for lunch,” Satoru replied with a grin.

He ran his hands up to cup your breasts, and gave them a squeeze. “You need me to bring you back a bra?”

Seeing the cheeky glint in his eyes, you roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

Satoru laughed.

“But seriously, do you? Your shirt is too flimsy, and I don’t want other people to be able to see what’s mine,” Satoru stated seriously.

You shrug casually, “I should have a sports bra here somewhere, and it should suffice.”

“Good,” Satoru grinned, satisfied. “I will see you at lunch, baby.”

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

Recording...

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The door swung shut behind the producer for Calm, leaving you and Harry alone in the Shangri-La bus. Harry had spent five minutes when you arrived just examining every inch of Bob Dylan’s old bus, mumbling to himself in awe. Over the past few hours, you had sat in the corner as silently as possible and listened to him read his Sleep Story, the project he had been so excited about from the moment he was asked to participate.

He had told you multiple times that if you were going to come you had to stay quiet, and you rolled your eyes and told him you’d been in the studio with him before, you weren’t a complete novice. So you had sat in the chair at the front, a strawberry margarita in your hand (who cared that it was barely noon?) and listened to Harry’s voice from the recording booth. The whole reason you wanted to go was because you adored listening to Harry’s voice when he read--he had been practicing for you and every time you ended up pushing the script away and straddling him. This time was no different. Hearing your boyfriend read the script did the opposite of put you to sleep, instead it stirred every molecule in your body.

Your eyes hadn’t left his body in the past few hours, tracing over his black t-shirt clad body, the hat perched on his head, the little smile on his face when the producer took a photo on his phone for promo. Your legs had ended up smushed together, thighs rubbing to release some of the tension that gripped your body as time went on.

And now, finally, you were alone.

Harry had asked for a bit of extra time, he wanted to practice the bits he was struggling with, and so the team had left, told him they’d go pick up some lunch and be back in an hour. He was sat in the recording booth, headphones around his neck as he mumbled his lines, lips pursed as he scratched a note in black ink.

You stood and Harry’s eyes locked on yours as you took another sip of your margarita, the straw caught between your red-stained lips. You purposefully sashayed your hips as you made your way across the bus to him, knowing that it made him hard. Maybe it was cruel, but you didn’t care. You needed him, desperately.

“Hi,” he said when you reached the recording booth, just a few feet away from him.

Instead of responding, you set down your margarita on a stool and closed the distance between you, your legs falling on either side of his hips as you straddled him. “Hi.”

His hands crept up your thighs, your exposed legs in the white denim shorts burning up from his touch. “What did you think?”

You pulled the denim cap off his head, the one he adored and you always made fun of him for (lovingly, of course), and placed it on your head, arms draping around his neck. “You know what your voice does to me,” you said, leaning in so your lips brushed at the stubble on his jaw. You played with the hair that fell on his neck; hair getting a bit longer, and you loved it. There was a bunch where you could tug a lot of it, and he loved it as well.

His fingers squeezed your skin, bare knuckles not quite giving you the feeling you craved, but it would do. Since quarantine he had stopped wearing his rings everyday, not feeling the need, but you missed them--the metal cutting into your skin, cold against your hot skin when he touched you. “Yeah?” He asked, breathless in the room. “Did I get you wet, baby?”

The prospect of torturing him was becoming more enticing by the second, so you decided to roll your center against the tent in his pants, the groan that fell from his mouth making you smile. “How about you check?”

His head dropped to your neck, nipping at the skin. “Going to be the death of me, you know.” But that didn’t stop him from pushing aside the denim covering your crotch, the underwear underneath it, and swiping his fingers to your slit to feel you. “Dripping for me, love,” he said, panting against your skin. “Is it all for me?”

You sucked at his jaw, pulling at the skin with your teeth. “All for you, H.” Harry moaned in response, loving the feel of your mouth on his skin, and that added to your arousal.

His naked hands roamed your thighs, missing the cool metal touch against your skin. “Missed you wearing your rings. It’s been a while huh?” You say against his ear.

“Yeah? Missed having my rings on ya? Liked feeling them when I grip your hips while I fuck you?” He responded back in a dominant tone.

“God, yes. Missed them. Need you to wear them again,” you pleaded. His hands gripped your thighs hard, and you wished his rings were on so the pain was a tad bit more.

You felt his hands back on your inner thighs as he teased you by running a single finger against it. “Let’s get you out of these shorts, shall we?” You instantly nodded before you got up out of his lap, and stood in front of him.

Harry looked up at you and smiled before he lifted your shirt to expose a bit of your skin, and placed small kisses to your stomach. Your hands found his hair as you scratched his head lightly. The impatient mind that you lived in was begging him to just rip your clothes off and fuck you already, but you knew Harry loved to tease you.

And as if he was reading your mind, he looked up at you again and smirked. “Can practically feel you tensing up. You can never be patient, can you?” You chuckled a bit, knowing he was right. He could read your body like his favorite poem, memorized and recited. He popped the top button on your shorts, and mumbled about making it hard for him as he made his way down the buttoned fly, your smile dancing across your face. He pushed your shorts down, underwear coming with them, and you stepped out of them with ease, fully bare from the waist down for him.

“No one is coming back, right?” You asked, straddling his lap once again, voice breathless as you rolled over his white and black grid linen pants that you knew you were ruining but you didn’t care. And Harry didn’t either. He loved it when you ruined his clothes, when he had traces of you all over him, as if it was painted on a masterpiece in an art gallery.

His hands drifted up your back, pulling your shirt up as they moved. “Not for a while,” he mumbled when he revealed your breast, mouth attaching immediately to your nipple.

Your head fell back, reveling in the feeling of his wet lips on your skin, fingers scratching at his scalp and threading through his locks. A harsh tug when he nipped at your skin had him smirking into you. He loved you like this--desperate and breathless for you, squirming on him.

But you wanted to touch him. You might desperately be seeking relief, but more than anything you wanted him in your mouth, to suck him off in his seat in the recording studio, to taste him on your tongue.

So you pulled away, body leaving his lap, a look of confusion on his face. He wanted you back, your body and your touch on his hands never leaving your hips as you stood. But then you knelt, knees on the rug on the floor, and he smiled lazily down at you.

“Please let me touch you?” You asked sweetly, fingers ghosting over the zipper of his pants.

“Yeah?” He said breathless, eyes blown out at the sight of you on your knees for him. “Wanna be a good girl for me?”

“Mhm,” you murmured, unzipping his pants and pushing them down past his knees. “Only for you.”

His hands tucked into your hair as you pulled down his boxers, trained on your every movement. Sex with you was always good, but you on your knees, the prospect of your mouth on him--it never failed to have him on the brink immediately. “God, you look gorgeous,” he mumbled, fingers brushing against his sensitive cock. His eyes fluttered over his hat that you wore on your head, it crooked since it didn’t quite fit right. It was his favorite, but so were you, so it seemed only right for you to wear it. “Love it when you wear my things. Look so much better on you.”

You look up at him, a devious twinkle in your eyes. Then your mouth fell open, obedient and waiting, and Harry knew immediately what you wanted. He bent, fingers gripping your chin, and let his spit drop into your waiting mouth. You kept it there, rolling it around with your tongue, and then you dropped to his cock and opened your lips, letting the mixture of his spit and yours drop over his sensitive tip.

Harry’s head lolled on his shoulders, the combination of the sight and the cold feeling making him hiss. But he lifted his head back up, not wanting to miss a moment. And when your mouth dropped down, he tugged on your locks, the feeling of the back of your throat causing his vision to blur as you continued to bob your head on him, slicking his cock with your saliva. His tug on your hair is hard, slightly guiding your head as you sucked him.

“Fuck, baby. That's it,” he groaned out in pleasure. “Keep doing that. Mouth was fuckin’ made for me.” His praise caused you to moan around him, and stimulated the sensation from your mouth to his cock. Your cheeks hollowed, sucking him harder as your hands moved to fondle his balls. Harry chanted your name as if it was a prayer, like it was all he knew; praising and bowing down to you as you took care of him. His name or anything else he knew, flew out of his head and the mere image of you was engraved in his mind and your name was printed on his lips. He was yours; completely and utterly yours.

Harry felt pleasure all through his body, and he had to lift your head off of his cock, which made you whimper. You looked at him with a pouty face, wondering why he stopped you. “Sorry, baby. Had to see your pretty eyes for a moment. Didn’t know if it was my innocent little angel sucking me.”

“I’m not innocent if I’m sucking you good,” you huffed.

“Hmm, that’s debatable. Are you going to let me lick you up now?” The pool of your wetness had built up from having his cock in your mouth, and you wanted nothing more than to have his tongue on you.

“Thought I was an angel?” You teased, fingers trailing down his t-shirt clad stomach. “You’re the one making me naughty.” He laughed, loving the way you challenged him.

“Oh, baby. We both know you’ve been naughty this whole time. Don’t go pointing fingers now. Now be a good girl and get up here.”

You did as he asked, the two of you switching positions so this time it was you sitting in the seat, legs wide for his shoulders to slot between your thighs. His hands teased you, fingers running over your soft skin as he made his way down, lips creating a torturous line from your collarbones to your navel. When his knees finally rested on the ground he squeezed your inner thighs, pushing them farther apart, so he could have you spread open wide for him.

He loved being like this--staring at you, completely ready and waiting for him, vulnerable, panting his name. His thumbs dug into your skin, probably leaving a bruise for tomorrow, but he knew you didn’t mind. “So pretty,” he murmured, eyes traveling up your glistening slit. “All ready and waiting for me, huh, baby? Were you thinking of me earlier and I got you all worked up?”

“You know it did,” you said, stomach clenching when he finally brushed your sensitive flesh with his index finger. “Fuck, H, please.”

When you begged he was putty in your hands. “I’m coming, sweetheart,” he said, and then he bent forward, tongue licking a solid stripe up your slit. The moans and whimpers that left your mouth as he began his torturous assault on you were music to him, echoing in the studio perfectly. He loved going down on you, having you fall apart in front of him from just his tongue and fingers. He twirled his tongue around your clit and then sucked, your fingers tugging on his hair but he didn’t stop. Instead, he dipped into you, humming into you when you whimpered at the intrusion. It was exactly what you needed and he knew.

One of his fingers pressed to your clit and you saw stars from the combination, bucking into his mouth and pulling at his hair so he was as close to you as possible. He laughed, the vibrations against your flesh sinful. You wanted to come, you wanted to find release, and he knew it. He could see it in how you arched up, panted his name, pulled at his hair and his skin.

“Want you to come for me,” he said, pulling his tongue from you and replacing it with two of his fingers. The feeling of you stretching around them had him considering the feeling of his dick inside of you, and he tried to hold back the urge to palm himself. “Can you come for me, love? Want to feel it. Want to taste it.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, eyes barely open as you looked at him. “Almost there.”

He knew exactly what you needed. His hand fell to your pussy in an instant, the harshness of the impact making you jolt, the pleasure of his hands on your skin. It wasn’t too much, just enough to make your nerve endings seize, your hips roll into his fingers, so they nudged your back walls. And when he curled his fingers again, you were coming around them, bucking into him over and over again, hands on the seat to keep your body up as you rolled through your orgasm.

“There you go. That’s it,” he rubbed your pussy lightly as you were coming down from your high. Your whimpers and moans were replaying in his head, only amplifying his need to fuck the life out of you, but the taste of your peak on his fingers was enough to hold him over. “You’re so good. So pretty when you cum.” He kissed your inner thighs before leaving a trail of wet kisses that lead up to your lips. As you took control of your breathing, he captured your lips with his, and you could taste your orgasm on his lips. The filthy thought of your lips smashed together along with the sweet and saltiness of your cum only increasing your arousal. And you couldn’t get enough of him. In fact, you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you up immediately.

“Mmm, Harry…” you said in between kisses.

“Yeah, baby?” He responded, but not letting it distract him from parting his way with your lips. And as much as you loved his lips, you needed more. You physically pushed his shoulders slightly, making him frown. But what you said had sparked something in his eyes.

“Fuck me. Hard. Right now.” The eye contact between you and him was intense, gazes trained on one another. Passion poured through your veins as you looked deeply into his green ones.

His strong arms lifted you up and you clung onto him until you felt the rug below you as Harry hovered over you. He rocked his hips a bit, as he grazed his tip against your slit, and just the slight movement drove you wild, pants leaving your mouth immediately. “Gonna fuck you so hard. That’s what you want right?” His mouth is met with the skin of your neck as he nibbled on your slightly sweaty neck.

Your hands clutched his shoulders, fingers digging into the tattooed skin you adored. “Yeah, that’s what I want. You’re gonna fuck me so good, aren’t you?” He pulled his head out of your neck and looked you in the eye to see you biting your lip, innocently. His breath was heavy as the erratic beating of his heart heightened.

“Oh yeah, gonna make you feel so good,” he said, and without warning, pushed into you and stretched you out, making you moan loudly. You were so wet that it didn’t hurt in the slightest, instead it felt heavenly to finally have him inside of you. His hips rocked slowly, and if it were any other day, you’d say he was making love to you. But it wasn’t any other day. It was a day of want, need, and lust. It was a day when he was going to completely destroy you.

Harry’s thrusts quickly began to quicken, hitting the spot you craved to be hit when you were listening to him record the audio. He had found his rhythm and he wasn’t going to stop. With every thrust, your tits bounced and you held onto Harry’s arms that were planted beside your head. Your back began to sting a bit from the rug below you, but the pain was worth it for the man above you.

His head bobbed as he slammed into you, sweaty hair falling into his face. His cap that you had stolen was a forgotten memory on the floor, having come off when he laid you down. “Feels so fucking good,” he groaned as his pelvis continuously met with your clit, making your stimulation even better.

“You’re so big, holy shit,” you moaned out, throwing your head back onto the carpeted floor. Your hips had a mind of its own as you started to buck your hips into him, meeting his thrusts. Sliding your legs up his sides, you tightened them around his waist so the angle changed, both of you moaning in appreciation.

His lips met yours, pulling a deep kiss from you as he pushed in and out. “Only I can make you feel this good. I’m the only one who can see you like this. Tell me, my love.” His praise kink was coming in hot, and you loved it. You never failed to tell him and praise him for his own sanity, but you meant every word as always.

“Only you, H,” you breathed, fingers curling into his skin. “You’re the only one who can fuck me this good. You’re the only one I want to feel inside of me. Only you. I’m fucking yours.” Your words had taken him on the edge, close enough to let go, but he wanted you there with him.

He sat back on his knees, and you immediately missed the closeness when he was hovering over you. But then he lifted one of your ankles to his shoulder, pushing deeper inside of you and your hands tightened on him, head pushing up from the deepened thrusts. Harry placed his thumb into his mouth, lubricating his finger before placing it onto your sensitive clit, circling your button. Your moans got significantly louder, your sounds echoing in the small bus.

You were right there, and as Harry continued thrusting into you and rubbing your clit, you were on edge, about ready to fall over. You needed just a bit more, and you knew he could give it to you without a question.

“Close. So close.” Your words were music to his ears as he patiently waited for you to be close.

“Yeah?” Harry pulled on your clit suddenly and your hips bucked up. “What do you want, baby?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a split second at the thought of what you wanted more than anything. “Words,” you whimpered. “Talk to me.”

He gave you a brutal smile, one that you knew meant he would be reminding you of this plea for days to come. “Want me to talk dirty to you? Hmm? I can do that, love. C’mon, pretty girl. Cum for me, yeah?” You nodded, tears on the brink of your eyes from the pleasure, the sound of his voice overwhelming your senses; and by the look in your eyes, Harry knows you’re going to have a powerful high. As he continued rubbing your pussy, his other hand grabbed one of your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipple.

The walls of the small space had swallowed your moans of your orgasm, back arching off the floor as you tried to keep your eyes on Harry, but the pleasure took over causing you to shut your eyes.

After a few more thrusts, Harry pulled out, instantly missing his presence inside of you, and moved to straddle you. “Open your eyes for me, darling. Please.” You opened your eyes slowly, finding him above you, stroking his glistening cock. “Open.” You immediately opened your mouth wide open as Harry directly shot his cum into it, making sure not to get in your eye. His head is thrown back, moans filled your ears as you gladly took his orgasm into your mouth.

Your tongue rolled through his come, tasting the sourness that you knew to be him and adored. Slowly, you swallowed, letting the liquid fall down your throat as Harry gazed at you in awe. He watched your lips as you slowly opened your mouth, letting him see that you had swallowed every single drop.

Harry moved off of you, and laid down right next to you on the floor; chests heaving and skin sweaty. He looked at you, noticing you had a bit of a mess on your lips, making him smirk.

He took your face into his hand and turned your head towards him before he took his thumb and grazed your lip that had some leftover cum on it. He slowly and sensually cleaned your lip as he pulled it back slightly, thumb covered in his orgasm. His thumb entered your open mouth, and you immediately wrapped your lips around it, licking and sucking his finger for the remains of his cum, lolling around his digit.

“Fuck,” he exhaled at the sight.

You opened your mouth, and he pulled his thumb away, giggles leaving your lips. Slowly you sat up, searching for your shirt, the possibility of someone coming back soon hitting you. Then, your eyes fell to the mixing table.

A red blinking light stared back at you.

“H,” you said softly, frozen at the sight, “they didn’t stop recording.”

His head turned on a swivel, eyes widening at the sight. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He scrambled to his feet, tugging on his boxers as he moved to the mixing table. Then he turned to you, teeth on his lip. “I’m going to have to tell them to just split the track at the time mark when they left.”

“Harry!” You pulled on your bra, desperate to cover yourself. “I can’t have the fucking producers for Calm listening to us have sex on the ground!”

Despite his best intentions, a chuckle left his chest and you frowned at him before pulling on your shirt. “Not going to let ‘em listen to it love. Gonna have them send it to me.”

You stopped moving and looked at him. “Send it to you?”

“Mhm.” He bent down, hand curving around your jaw. “Didn’t think I’d let someone else listen to us, did you?” He kissed your lips softly and you let him--you loved his kisses more than anything. “And then I’ll get to keep it for later. When I’m on the road and miss you.”

You smiled, finally understanding. “At least then you won’t have to wake me up in the middle of the night when you can’t come.”

“S’mean,” he said, frowning. “But at least it’ll be studio quality audio.”

You whacked him playfully, and he yelped before handing you your underwear and shorts. “Shut up and let me get my clothes on. And you’re putting lotion on my ass later--got carpet burn, you menace.”

He kissed the top of your head and handed you your shorts. “You just want to feel my hands on you again.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Please,” you scoffed, “like you’re complaining.” Harry threw his head back and laughed loudly; one of your favorite sounds to your ears.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m not complaining.” He placed his lips near your ear, whispering the words just for you. “Just wait till we get home because I’m putting my rings on this time.”

And you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

feedback is always appreciated!

[theglitterypages]

for your writing prompt, levi with either 14 or 61, your choice <3

Prompts List

Prompt No.14 “Just shut up and kiss me now, will you?”

Title: Secretly a Romantic

Pairings: Levi x fem! reader MODERN AU

Summary: You've always been insecure of your physical appearance and it only became worse when people around you kept on telling you how you gained weight and your boyfriend, Levi Ackerman saves the day.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000+

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“Sweetie have you noticed that you're gaining a lot of weight right now? You're looking so chubby, your Aunts and Uncles have noticed it because of your pictures in social media.” you looked up at your mother with a sigh, you don't have to hear her saying this everyday, honestly you're so fed up with it.

“It's your fault that she's getting bigger like that, you're the Mom and you should look out for her. Look at those baby fats on her belly, looks awful.” Your father appeared from the kitchen and you clenched your fist, tears started forming at the corners of your eyes and you breathed out. “I have to go, I won't come home tonight. I'll sleep at Levi's place.” you simply told them and walked out of your house.

The moment you entered your car, you bursted into tears, you do noticed that you've been gaining a lot of weight, you know it already but people kept on telling you all about this as if you don't know, asking where's the old you, where's the once sexy figure they all adored.

It's exhausting because you don't hated how you gained weight before but because they kept on bugging you about it you started hating it, you started hating seeing what you're seeing on the mirror, your parents aren't helping either, especially your relatives, it's funny how they think this is all fun, how they think that this is just a joke when the truth is it is crushing your confidence.

You wiped away your tears and started the car's engine to drive to your boyfriend's house.

Levi immediately stood up from his couch upon hearing two consecutive knocks on his door. He opened it just to see you with swollen eyes, you don't have to say anything to him, he already knew something was up and he knew that you need him.

He immediately pulled you close to his chest and shut the door behind you two, he leaned against the door as he held you close to him, his hands combing your long hair, the way he cares for you just made you cry more, your boyfriend has always been wonderful to the point that sometimes you think that you don't deserve him.

“Baby, hush...tell me what's our problem, love?”

He gripped on your shoulders and slowly pushed you away from him so he could see your face, he tucked the strands of your hair behind your ear and wiped away the tears in your eyes, Levi was smiling as he do this, he rarely smiles yet he did, just to give you comfort, he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose and you looked at him with a sad smile.

“Lev, how do I look?”

“Beautiful as always.” he answered sincerely.

You pouted and he sighed, he nipped your chin using his fingers and he pressed his lips on yours gently, when he pulled away he smiled at you. “I love you.” he whispered, he held your hand then and pulled you towards the couch, he made you sit on his lap and you stayed close to his chest. “Tell me what's wrong.” he said as he draw circles on your back, his voice is calm and soothing as if he's singing a lullaby.

“I gained weight, I look awful, Mom and Dad has been fighting a lot about who's responsible for making me fat. They said I look awful.”

Levi stopped drawing circles on your back as his brows met. “They want you to be skinny as fuck than seeing you looking healthy?” he's not the type to make such a big deal in weights or figures, he works out a lot to keep his body in shape but he respects people who doesn't go to gym or people who don't have any diet routine, it's their life, their body and their choice.

“So I really gained weight.” you chuckled bitterly, Levi sighed as he cupped your face gently. “As your boyfriend, I want to offer nothing but my honesty, love and loyalty to you. So yes, baby you did gain weight but I still love you nonetheless.” he rested his hands on your waist then as he pressed his forehead on yours.

“But look at you, you've got a good figure, girls are probably drooling whenever they see you.”

“Baby, you have no idea how other men looks at you. I'm afraid I would get in trouble if I'll do something about their stares.”

Levi could see that the sadness in your eyes is still there even though he's being sincere in everything that he says, your weight doesn't matter to him at all, in fact he likes it this way, because before you two started dating he knew how you're purposely skipping meals so you wouldn't gain weight. He hated it that's why when he had the chance way back, he's purposely giving you snacks or treating you to meals just so he could make sure that you're not skipping meals anymore.

“I'm gonna try to lose weight again, Lev.”

He knew how you take everything you want seriously, that's one of the things that Levi loves in you, the way you have clear goals, the way you are so determined in everything you want and when Levi heard you wanted to lose weight he knew you would really do it.

He reached out for your hand and lifted it up so he could kiss it, he looked at you with a small smile then.

“Is this what you really want?”

“Yes, I want to lose weight.”

“Baby, if you want to do this just because of your parents or because of other person this won't work. Because this is you that we're talking about, you're suppose to live for yourself, not for the others.”

You bit your lower lip and sighed. You just wanted the insecurities to go away, you hated it when everyone in school kept on saying that you gained weight, you hated that your clothes are getting tighter, how you can't wear crop tops now because of your belly, you started tearing up and Levi pulled you close to his chest, letting you cry for a while as he caress your back in a comforting manner.

“Shh, stop crying. It's fine, nothing's wrong about gaining some weight. Look at me,” Levi ordered and you looked up with swollen eyes, his hand made his way on your nape and he gently pulled you towards him so he could kiss you, the kiss was nothing but pure passion and love, he was talking to you through that kiss, he didn't have to say the words but the way he held you close, the way his lips brushes against yours, he reassured you that he loves all of you.

“If you really want to lose weight no skipping meals, we'll be working out at home.”

“Why not on the gym?”

“You want me to kill the bastards who would look at you? I can't be a murderer right now but maybe after I become a lawyer.” you laughed and playfully hit his chest before you raked your hands on his raven hair. “Kidding aside, if you wanna do this, I'm not against it.i If working out to lose weight would make my baby feel better, I'm cool with it but if you changed your mind and decided not to do this I'd still support you.” that's the least he could do as a boyfriend, whenever you want to achieve something, he wanted to help you in every possible ways, he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better, just so he could see that sweet smile of yours.

“Thank you.” you hugged him and buried your face on his neck, Levi sighed in contentment and hugged you back, his fingers combing your long hair as he keeps you close. “I don't think that's how you say I love you.” he chuckled.

“I love you Levi.” you told him before pulling away to cup his cheeks as you look into his silver eyes, it amazes you how you can look into his soul with those eyes, the way his feelings becomes transparent to you because of his eyes never cease to amaze you up to now.

“I love you too. I'll always be your boyfriend and your best friend alright? So I want you to stay like this forever, whenever something's wrong or something happened to you, good or bad just tell me.”

You had to admit that his words make your heart melt, Levi has always been the sweetest boyfriend, even before you two dated he's always been caring towards you even though he's always cold towards others. “You're secretly a romantic do you know that?” you teased.

He smirked as he bit the insides of his cheek as his silver eyes looked straight into yours, a hint of amusement visibly seen on it. “A romantic just for you.” he replied. Levi never imagined that he would fall so deeply like this, he had always believed that he wouldn't be whipped for anyone until he met you, the only woman who didn't hesitate to shot back sarcastic remarks when he teased you.

You're a fighter, always been a fighter and he loves how your brows would met when you're upset because of something, he loves the small pout and the way your voice sounds, it calms his nerves.

“You were a jerk to me before and here you are...”

“Just shut up and kiss me now will you?”

He didn't wait for you to reply, he immediately mold his lips on yours as he lovingly caress every parts of your body, silently telling you how in love he is in every part of you.

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A/N: I really hope everyone's having a nice day, if you guys are experiencing something similar to this, you should know that what's important is how we see ourselves.“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” always remember that :>

I just made this one based on prompt 14 and to cheer myself up and the other darlings who's experiencing this kind of scenarios. Love y'all😘

[mashiraostail]

Can I get Present Mic, Vlad King, Midnight and Aizawa when their S/O wakes up with a bad migraine and is hiding their face because it's too bright? Please and Thank you!!!!!

me 🤝this anon       having terrible migraines 

Hizashi Yamada: A Sunday off for the pair of you was rare, and rather than spending the whole day out and busy you both elected to catch up on some much-needed sleep and various other chores around your apartment. After a much needed deep cleaning of your microwave (you seriously had never even considered looking at the ceiling of it...humiliating) you announce that you’re taking a midday nap, you could feel the annoying prickles of a migraine starting right behind your eyes, hopefully popping a few aspirins and taking an hour or two nap would nip it before it could really get started.  Hizashi nods you off but after about 15 minutes he joins you in bed and welcomes you into his chest as you roll over to him with a thankful groan. After that, you fall asleep fast enough. When you wake up again you realize instantly that you did not nip the migraine. Your skull felt like it’d shrunk 10 sizes in just an hour. Hizashi seemed to still be awake, even the gentle rustling of papers over your shoulder as he read them behind your back was enough to make the muscles in your forehead twitch. Your face was still buried in Hizashi’s chest so the offending light of your bedroom hadn’t fully reached your poor retinas yet.  “Babe?” You love your boyfriend's voice normally, but right now anything beside absolute silence was deafening, “sorry, did I wake you up?”  You just hum and lightly shake your head, hoping he’ll get the message and kindly, lovingly, please shut up.  He hums back and leans his lips down into your hair, kissing you absently, “Feel alright?” That prompts you to look up at him, all you’d wanted was a kiss, not the head-splitting pain that came with the slight movement of your neck paired with the light in the room. Before he can kiss you you’ve retreated back into the darkness of his shirt.  “My head.” You groan and he lets out a knowing sigh, “yeah I had a feeling.”  His voice is quiet, you were sure plenty of people wouldn’t even recognize it.  “Is it the light?” You nod. “Thought so...think you roll over and I’ll get up and shut them off. Plus get you another aspirin and some water? Maybe a compress, you can put your head on my lap and I’ll hold it for you.”   You groan again as you roll over and he can’t help but laugh a little, “no dying on our day off, come on, I’ll fix it in no time babe, just keep your eyes closed.”  Sekijiro Kan Being a teacher was honestly a lot of fun, he’d say it was his calling, but grading things was less of his calling, actually, he’d say it was the opposite of his calling, whatever that word would be. The Bane Of His Existance? Maybe. So when you round the corner to spot him on the couch he figures you’ll be a great distraction. Though you look more exhausted than usual. “Can I lay down here?” You point directly to him, specifically his chest. He sighs good-naturedly, “yeah, come on.” He readjusts himself to allow you in, your body slotting comfortably between his legs as it had so many times before. His arms come easily around you as you coil your own around his ribcage.  “Better?” He asks, resting his chin against your head.  “Much.” You know you should have done a little more in the ways of preparing for the headache you’d felt starting to throb at the base of your skull, but you prayed a little sleep would rectify it before it became an issue.  “Go to sleep if you want.” He reassures you, seeing your eyelids droop as you try to hold them open. “I can grade this stuff like this, it’s no big deal.”  “Thanks Seki..” You murmur, already starting to doze off.  When you wake again you know you’d sorely miscalculated. What was once a dull throbbing turned into a fully stabbing pain radiating through the base of your skull. Sekijiro still seemed to be awake, one hand snuck into the back of your top, running long strokes up your back and the other holding whatever papers he’d been working on before you accosted him with your need for rest.  You kept your eyes closed, you knew the light would only serve to make your head literally explode, unfortunately, the only con of the tank top he was wearing was the fact that it gave you little in the ways of excess fabric to hide your eyes in.  “Seki-” You croak it out and he hums, surprised,  “I didn’t even notice you were awake. I didn’t wake you up, did I? Sorry, I couldn’t help wanting to put my hand here-” The flat of his palm glides between your shoulder blades to emphasize his point. You just shake your head. “No, no you’re okay.” Even talking was unpleasant, “Can you pull my hood up?” “Oh?” he does as you ask, “don’t feel good?”  You just shake your head again as you recess into the hood of your sweatshirt.  “Let me get up for a minute, I bet you didn’t even take any aspirin before laying down” You groan in protest and he holds the back of your head, his hand separated from your hair by your hood. “You’ll barely notice I’m gone, and when I come back I’ll start helping you feel better, come on.”

 Nemuri Kayama: When she happens upon you passed out on the couch she takes it upon herself to join you, pulling you into her side and wrapping two arms around you, you just looked so comfortable she couldn't help it. You weren’t usually one to take midday naps so this was a pleasant surprise to happen upon. You’d only done it because the light was hitting your eyes all wrong, you curled up in the corner of the couch to rest them for a bit but ended up dozing off. You’d put some aspirin on by the lamp on the other side of the couch if you needed it but neglected to take it when you started feeling drowsy. As you started to wake up you really regretted that serious misstep.  Though Nemuri suddenly being with you wasn’t so bad.  “Oh, look who’s awake.” She perks up as you shuffle into her side a bit more.  “Uh-oh,” She laughs a little at the sound of your groan, “that’s not a good sound.”  “My head feels like it’s about to fall off and roll across the room.” You wrap both arms around her, “save me Muri I think I’m gonna die here.”  You feel her smile into your forehead as she kisses it, “I don’t know about dying. But I’ll get you the aspirin you put over there.” She nods down the couch, “and maybe some cold water?” Her hand massages the nape of your neck, “and I’ll shut the windows and curtains, nice and dark and quiet, just how you like.”  You warble at that, “don’t get up-”  “The sooner I get up the sooner I’ll come back.” She assures you, “and the sooner you’ll start feeling better. Come to think of it, when’s the last time you ate, I bet getting some food in you would help too wouldn’t it.” You just bemoan it, “I couldn’t eat anything with my head feeling like this.” You headbutt into her a bit and she hums, wrapping her far arm around you and patting your back, “maybe just a few crackers, for my own peace of mind, hm?”  She untangles your bodies and gets up, “just wait for me right here, eyes closed okay? I’ll shut everything first. Then I’ll get you everything else you need.”  Aizawa Shouta: He was lounging back on the couch, you were pretty sure he was asleep. The subtle twinge of pain between your eyes was more than enough to convince you to drop down on top of him. He huffs at the added weight.  “Okay, sure.” He says it indifferently as you press your nose into his neck his arms, once behind his head drop onto your back.  “Sorry to interrupt.” You apologize, mostly halfheartedly.  “Then go to sleep and be quiet so I can too.”  His tone of voice says mildly annoyed but the way he leans his cheek and face into your hair and slides his hands into the back of your shirt says decently pleased to have you.  When you come to again the subtle twinge had become a full 1000 volt shock. You could practically feel it tingling in the bones of your skull. Aizawa seemed to be awake now, you could feel his slightly rough palms rubbing out shapes on your back. “Did you get back to sleep, I didn’t mean to-”  “Yeah, I did.” He cuts you off, “I’d been asleep for a while before you showed up don’t worry about it.” You’d given yourself away with how quietly you spoke.  “Feel okay?” The way he picks his head up off of your’s says he wants you to look at up him, maybe make some eye contact, but your whole body is vehemently against this idea.  So you shake your head, “Migraine.”  “I see.” He nods, “think you can stand?” You just whine. “Well we should get you into bed, with some aspirin, something to drink, and away from all this light.” His hands slide comfortingly up your back, “don’t you think so?”  “Yeah..” You mutter, nudging further into his neck despite his words.  “So let’s get up.” He sits up and the sudden intrusion of light on your poor brain is enough to make you hiss.  “Sorry.” He covers your eyes with his hand, “let’s get you in bed first, I’ll keep the lights off in there for you, get you some aspirin and water.”  “I’ll be all by myself-” You lament and he sighs. “I’ll come to lay down with you too. I’ve got some stuff to grade but I’m sure I’ll find more time for it if I can’t get to it while I take care of you.” 

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"Looking like that could make me fall in love all over again,"

Warnings: Mentions of sex, light very very light smut at the end

Pairing: Fred x Reader

Words: 500

Summary: Pillow talk between you and Fred is always sweet.

(Just a little Fred fluff is all we really need)

“I think you may be the most fantastic woman I’ve ever met.”  

“Are you saying that because we’ve just had sex, or because you truly believe that.”

“I think,” Fred wheezed and huffed to catch his breath, “a little bit of both.”

Fred hugged your sweaty body closer so your head was resting on his chest, your leg hitched up and entangled with his. Under the covers, the two of you were stripped of clothes and pushed against each other. Fred’s cheeks were adorably flushed and his hair was messy from your constant tugging. Small love bites littering your chest, you laid comfortably with Fred basking in the afterglow. Fred ran his hand up and down your naked thigh, his other hand on the small of your back. Fred kissed your forehead sweetly before flopping his head on his pillow tiredly.

“Do you remember our first time?” you asked, tracing circles into his skin. 

“Like it was yesterday, why?” 

“Was just wondering, ‘thas all.” you paused, “were you nervous?” 

“Well, let’s see. I had the most beautiful girl in my arms who loved me and wanted to shag me? Safe to say I was gobsmacked and nearly pissing my trousers.”

Fred felt your chest, pressed up against him, vibrate as you laughed. “I was nervous too,” you kissed his chest.

“Were you nervous?” he mocked you, 

“I’m always nervous around you,” you looked up at your boyfriend, eyes glancing lovingly and dreamily.

“Bloody hell, woman. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” your voice heightened with surprise,

“All sexily like that. You’re much too pretty for me, and looking like that could make me fall in love all over again,”

“That’s the idea,” you broke into a smile and dragged the duvet closer towards you two.

“I do love you,” Fred whispered in your ear, reaching his hand up to play with your hair.

“Really?”

“Really really.”

“How much is ‘really’?”

“I’d say quite a bit,” 

“Well, that’s a relief,” You leaned propped yourself onto your stomach to stare at Fred who grinned lazily at you. Slowly but sweetly, you pressed a soft kiss on his jawline. Fred squeezed you closer before sighing with content. You traced his cheekbones with the pads of your fingers and lightly touched his lips before planting a loving kiss. The kiss was close and loving. You could feel your cheeks begin to blush as Fred gripped your jaw with his fingers. He whined when you pulled back and dragged you in for another, longer kiss.

“Do you love me?” Fred asked jokingly,

“Oh, well. Maybe. Maybe a teensy bit.”

“Just a ‘teensy bit’?”

“Perhaps the feeling is mutual,” you said.

Fred rolled over, laying on top of you. His face close, you could feel his breath on your lips. The moment of eye contact between the two of you was intimate. Fred bent his head down and with a kiss, he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your arms slithered around him, and your legs hooked around him. Fred moaned. “Don’t do that, or I swear I’ll shag you right here right now. And I’m not sure I can last very long.”

“So do it.” you nipped on his neck and rolled your hips into his.

“Oh my god- Bloody hell, woman.”