#reactions and we had a little of forehead rests and it was just so warm and i didnt leave his side and i missed him i missed him

[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober <3

wearing the others clothes

oscar x reader

Oscars POV: It was  along day of of going over data and Andrea making me and Lando color in the lines. Track limits were a bitch, but I felt worse for Lando than me. I already texted Y/N that I was on my way back to the hotel, and I would bring dinner. She hadn’t texted back but, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Working remotely had it’s perks, like getting to travel with me to almost every race. 

I struggle to open the door with everything in my hand, and I expected for Y/N  to run and help as soon as I was through the door. Instead, I was met with silence, the lights were dimmed and I didn’t see her anywhere. I set things down on the dresser and called her name a few times. “Babe? Y/N?” I sat on the bed heavily, and heard a small groan. I turned to face the lump on the bed, that I missed the first time, and saw her head poking out the top. I pulled the blankets away from her face and saw a familiar number on the back of her hoodie. My number to be exact, she’s wearing my hoodie. We haven’t been together long, well,  10 months to be exact. I guess that could be a long time. Either way, she hasn’t worn anything of mine yet, I mean she has her own Mclaren merch and she looks amazing in it. But it’s a different feeling when she’s wearing my clothes, and she smells like me. It makes me chest warm and fuzzy. 

Instead of waking her, I change out of my own gear and climb into bed next to her. She makes a small noise when I pull her back against me, but settles as soon as I kiss her temple and squeeze her waist. I push my face into her neck, taking in her scent mixed with mine. This…this was a different feeling then just seeing her in my clothes this was..this stirred something new in him. 

He didn’t ponder for long, the alluring smells and feelings pulled him into sleep. 

He texted her the next day to let her know that a car would be there to pick her up before the race started. He had to be in the garage extra early to meet with Zak and his strategist. Starting P1 was big, huge even. As a rookie I was not supposed to be having this great of a season, 2 podiums in a row? Unheard of. 

It was 15 min until the race started and I made my way out of the garage to see everyone before I started my last minute prep. I spotted Y/N talking to one of my engineers and laughing and fuck me did she look gorgeous. She’s wearing my team shirt with my name and number on it, how do you know it’s yours do you ask? Because it’s about three sizes to big on her-and she’s got my favorite pair of jeans she owns on, they’re baggy and they make her look quite tall. And her hair is in a little half do thing, she’s got braids framing her face with ribbons tied at the end. She knows I love when she uses bows in her hair, makes her look so innocent and pure. 

She found me and waved me over. “Osc!” My legs were on auto pilot, my body magnetized to hers and she wrapped me in a hug. “Hi baby, glad you made it. Is that my shirt?” I asked nonchalantly. She pulls away, “yeah sorry, the rest of my papaya things were dirty.” She frowns and looks down. “I should have asked first I’m sor-” 

“No hey, I love it. You don’t ever have to ask to wear my clothes baby.” She blushed and looked down at her feet. I giggled at her reaction, and I lean forward to kiss her forehead. One of my hands found it;s way under her shirt (read: mine) to rest along her stomach. It was nothing new for either of us, it was a comfort to both. However, what was new was a thick band where her underwear would be. Upon furher investigation, oh fuck oh fuck she’s wearing my boxers. For fucks sake mate do not get a boner right now, it is not the time. 

“Is there anything of mine you aren’t wearing? Your dedicated, boxers and everything.” She looked up at me with a guilty look. “I was in a rush this morning, I over slept big time,  and it was the first bottoms I found. The jeans are mine and my soxs-well the socks are Lando’s merch. The white ones with the ‘LN4’ stitched on the side.” As she lifted her pant leg so I could see, a nasty feeling bloomed in my chest. I didn’t like that she was wearing anything associated with Lando. 

“You know what, I have some socks in my drivers room, you can wear those. No need to wear those pesky things.” I started to pull her towards the hallway that led to my room when she stopped me once we were out of earshot of people. “Oscar! What is going on love? You seemed fine just a minute ago, now your in a tizzy.” She had that stance, the mom stance is what I affectionately called it. Hands on her hips, one leg popped out, not good. 

I sighed, “I just, your MY y/n, not Landos. I want you to wear my things.” I mumbled the last part, as if she wouldn’t catch on. 

Y/N pouted and cupped my cheeks, pushing up on her toes to kiss me. 

“Your y/n, my ozzy. Always.” She scrunched her nose as she rubbed it with mine. “And I will totally change into your socks if it makes you feel better.” 

I laughed at her statement. I was being stupid, I was the one that went home with her every night, not Lando, not anyone. 

“Nah it’s fine, you’ve got a big 81 on your back, I think everyone knows who your here for.” And with that, I leave her to get ready for the race. 

P2, P fucking 2. The gap between me and Max was still big but,  managed to defend myself against my own teammate. 

After the podium celebrations and I had packed up my things to leave, I found Y/N consoling Lando, giving him a small sympathy pat. She said her goodbyes and made her way over to me, taking her bag and coat from me. “Everything okay?” I nodded over to Lando. “Yeah he was just giving me more socks, you jealous?” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows and giggled. I laughed along with her, shaking my head, and started to pull her towards the waiting car. “Good because you, get to pull all your clothes off me when we get back.” I whipped my head towards her. She already had a slight flush on her cheeks, rocking on her heels as we stood outside the car. I didn’t even know what to say yet, I just ushered her in the backseat and urged the driver to move as fast as he could. 

I pushed Y/N through the door of our hotel room, locking it and using the DND sign. I was about to wreck her and I did not need anyone knocking in the morning. 

I had her up against the wall, opposite of the bed. Her hands were in my hair, tugging every which way, taking control of the kiss. I let her think that she was in charge for a couple of more kisses before I pushed off the wall and pulled her onto the bed. Y/N squealed as I landed on top of her, my hands went under her shirt, pushing it up her chest and leaving small marks as more skin was exposed. “Baby… need you inside me please.” 

How could I say no? I groaned and got her shoes and pants off, leaving her in my boxers and shirt. “Is it..is it bad that I kinda wanna keep you in this?” I took a step back and looked down at the love of my life. She laughed and wiggled her hips. I watched her hands go under her back, and pulled her bra off her body. 

“How about..I take these off,” Y/N said as she seductively slid my boxers off. “and I’ll keep this on so you can see just who I belong to. Because it’s your number I wear every race.” 

She smiled up at me, that god damn smile. Could make the whole world fall at her feet with that smile, and that sparkle in her eye. And the way she looked naked with nothing but my shirt on. The shirt she wants to wear, just to let everyone know that she’s mine. 

She beckons me over, opening her legs further. I glide my hand down her leg to meet at her sickly sweet opening, dripping just for me. “Do you need me to…or can we skip it tonight?” I asked sheepishly. Not that I wouldn’t love to finger her until her legs went numb, I’m just to worked up for it. 

She laughs at my sudden shy demeanor, I’ve blown her back out many times before and I was never shy asking about prep. “Yeah Osc, I’m good. Have been since you practically were feral at the fact that I wasn’t wearing your socks. Didn’t know you were so possessive.”

I laughed and starting stripping myself of my clothes and grabbing a condom. Wrap it before you tap it kids. 

“Yeah I didn’t either.” I push the condom over my aching member and rub the tip against her clit. Getting back at her for the teasing earlier.  I looked up at her as I paused at her hole, silently asking for permission. She nodded meakly and I slowly pushed in. 

Y/N gasped and held onto my forearms for a moment. “Osc, baby…take the condom off.” 

My eyes widen. “W-what?” Was she insane? Yeah she was actually insane. “Mhm, I’m on birth control, you know this.” I just stared at her. We, in all of our month of dating, have never fucke raw. Hell I’ve never done that, with anyone. “Are you sure? You know the pill isn’t always affective.” Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed on my stomach so I’d fall out of her. She slowly pulled the condom off and stroked my dick a few times. “That’s what the morning after pill is for.” So much for wrap it before you tap it. 

She guided me back to her pussy and just the feeling of her soaking me put me on edge. Without a single warning, I thrust into her. And fuck me was it perfect, she was perfect. We both couldn’t breath for a minute. She had her head push back into the pillows and I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me. “Eyes on me sweet girl.” I wish I could take a picture, capture the pensive look on her face. The scrunch of her nose, the way her lips part to say my name. She grabs the hand under her jaw and slides it against her own, intertwining our fingers and laying them against the bed. Ah, now i get it. 

“Oh sweetheart, you need me to hold your hand huh?” I fake pout down at her as I start a slow rhythm. “Shut up, oh fuck Osc.” Her back bows as I lift her legs over my hips, making me hit deeper. 

All that can be heard throughout the room is skin colliding and y/n’s whines of pleasure. Watching her like this, wearing my number, my winning number, fuck me I don’t know what heaven looks or sounds like but it’s this. “Jesus Christ, this was such a b-bad ah! Bad idea, fuck I’m gonna cum to quickly.”  She smiled and brought my hand to her throat, knowing how much the control turned me on. 

“C’mon Ozzy, baby, cum in me. please god want it so bad.” Y/N gasped out as I lightly squeezed her throat. The pace I set was bruising, the thought of getting to cum inside my girl, my Y/N-

With my free hand I reached down to play with her clit, determined to get her to cum before me. She pushed her throat against my hand as she moaned my name and came. I could see the white ring form around the base of my cock, that pushing my to cum in her. 

let’s just say it’s not the last time she’ll be wearing my number.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓽

Content Includes: Wolf!San x fem!reader, overstimulation, post-rut San, passionate and needy sex, ROUGH SEX, praise (SO MUCH OF IT!), kissing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (don't do it!), San calls reader 'princess', dirty talk, primal play, size kink, aftercare

Word Count: 1.9 K

You inhaled a long drag of your cigarette as you fidgeted aimlessly on the porch, staring out into the dark abyss of woodland and shrubbery on this lonely night. 

He always came back, that was one of the many things you could rely on with San. 

‘Come on…where are you?’ 

You whispered to yourself with bated breath as you finished the last of your cigarette before stamping it out on the ground. 

‘Right here, princess’ 

A squeal of fright filled the air as San’s murky shadow appeared from behind you, muffling your squeals as he buried your face in the warmth of his chest. 

‘Shhh, shhh sorry baby, I didn’t meant to scare you’ 

There was an air of playfulness to his voice as he stroked your hair, pressing little kisses against your temple and shielding you from the crispness of the air. 

‘Don’t do that! You could have been a serial killer!’ 

You swatted playfully at his chest and pushed him lightly, frustration and anxiety evident in your eyes as your mind adjusted to the man in front of you. 

‘Mmm’ He chuckled as he began to rub circles into your hips, smirking mischievously at your reaction. 

‘Not while I’m here to protect and love you’ 

The soft touch of San’s lips to your forehead contrasted heavily against his hurried footsteps and the grip on his fingers on your clothed arse as he pushed you gently against the door. 

‘I’m just a lonesome wolf who missed his sweet princess while I was gone’. 

His voice was slightly whiney as he buried his head in your neck, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck and his voice rumbled against your skin. 

‘You don’t want to rest first?’ You bargained, trying to remain logical as your werewolf boyfriend smothered himself against you, attempting to suppress the desire you were already feeling. 

‘Nope…not tired’ 

The latch of the door unlocked and a clamber of hurried limbs and uncoordinated footwork wound up with your back on the carpet, San’s warm and toned body pressing you into the floor. 

Heavy pants and sudden anticipation filled the room as you stared up at San, his loving but hungry gaze staring back at yours. 

San’s nude torso and back were covered with a sheen of exertion, his black hair messy and hanging in his eyes, fresh jeans now ripped and the veins in his arms and neck flexed and taut. 

The limbal rings around his eyes were of an amber hue and now you knew why he was so needy, his body had shifted back to being human…his mind…not so much. 

‘Are you hungry?’

The question was asked out of kindness for San’s wellbeing but then San raised his eyebrow and shifted his hips against yours suggestively. 

Yeah, you definitely walked your way into that one…or ran. 

‘Everytime I’m with you princess’. 

San leaned down to press his lips against yours. 

And he was hungry, his kisses were desperate and dominant as he pried his tongue into your mouth, teeth nipping into your bottom lip, his hands supporting himself as he pressed his weight against yours. 

‘I want to hear you scream for me tonight princess’ 

He spoke as he made his way down your neck, nipping and biting as his wolf senses took over and eagerly wanted to mark you, to claim his stake, have you wet and pliant under his fingers and tongue. 

‘Take you apart piece by piece, have you cum for me and then I’ll do it over and over again’. 

‘Ahhh!’ You screamed out in surprise as San ripped your shirt apart with his bare hands, his eyes darkening in lust more when he saw your exposed chest, sans bra. 

Teeth and tongue were immediately on your nipple as he pressed his face against your sternum, inhaling your scent and the sound of him growling against your skin sent shivers down your spine. 

Random praises and compliments were breathed into your skin as San trailed down your body, leaving hickeys and love bites you were sure to wear as a token of San for a few days. 

‘I love you’, ‘you’re so beautiful’, ‘fuck i can’t wait to have my cock inside of you’. 

San eagerly and with rushed hands removed your tights and chucked them beside you, taking the time to stare at your flushed cheeks, open thighs, hard nipples and staring up at him with absolute adoration. 

‘I’m so happy you’re mine, my special princess’ 

He leaned back up to press one last passionate kiss to your mouth, placing a few pecks before pulling away to trail back down your body before settling his face against your crotch. 

Your body jumped as San inhaled deeply as he nuzzled his nose over your clothed mound, his lashes fluttering as he let out a moan. 

‘You smell amazing, I want to bury my face in your cunt and lick you clean’. 

He felt your fingers brush his hair back and push his head eagerly back down, lifting your hips up slightly in a sign of neediness for him to continue. 

‘Then do it- I’m yours to take’. 

‘Fuck princess, don’t get me started’

The comment boosted his need for you even further and you watched as he pulled your underwear down your legs, removing it around each ankle and leaving it on the floor. 

There was no time to prepare before San had gripped your thighs and eagerly dived in, his tongue swiping through your folds and laving over your clit. 

‘Your sweet cunt always tastes the best after a rut, it’s like it’s been missing me while I’ve gone’ 

He murmured into your crotch as he focused on your clit, licking, sucking and nibbling the swollen bud with his teeth and tongue as his primal senses took over and his entire focus was making you squirm under his touch. 

San’s absence had left your body all sensitive and touch-starved and much to your chagrin- it wasn’t long before you were almost cumming from San’s ravenous attention on your clit alone. 

‘Baby…I’m-Mmmmmm!’ 

Your hips kicked back and your thighs spasmed as your orgasm hit you quickly, back arching and hands gripping San’s hair. 

‘Mmmm…good girl…my good princess…not done though…want more’ 

His moans and hums of pleasure vibrated through your core as he moved to slide your cum and slick on his tongue, using it as wetness so he could lick your clit again, the tip of his tongue rolling around the sides and then grazing the underside, sucking it in between his teeth and repeating over and over again. 

‘San..fuck! So close…mmm, almost there!’ 

You could feel your cunt clench around nothing as you climaxed again, San’s strong hands preventing your legs from closing as his movements slowed down, eventually stopping. 

‘Delicious…so fucking delicious’ 

He propped himself up and stared at you with glazed eyes and your slick making his lips raw, wet and shiney. 

All logic had left San’s brain and he was consumed with the thoughts of ruining his sweet princess over and over again, having you spread out underneath him, cock inside of you, hearing you pant and whine until your voice gave out. 

‘The bed San…’ 

Clumsy arms reached out for San’s support as you tried to sit up, knowing full well that he would fuck you on the carpet if he could. 

‘Take me to bed…fuck me there’. 

No words were spoken as San hauled you up off the floor and carried you over his shoulder, his strength and sheer power causing you to burn even more for his touch. 

Your torn shirt and San’s jeans and briefs were discarded on the floor and you quickly gathered yourself on your bed, your head on a pillow and another stuffed under your hips. 

‘Look at you, getting ready for me to fuck you open and raw, such a filthy princess…MY filthy princess’ 

He pumped his cock a few times, the muscles in his chest and forearms flexing with every twist and pull. 

‘Princess has been missing you Sannie, am all ready for you baby’. 

San kneeled in front of you as he pressed your knees to your chest, folding you into a mating press before pushing his cock into you, roughly, eagerly and bottoming out in one slide. 

‘Aww, so wet, tight and perfect for me’ 

He kissed you again, radiating his love and passion for you through his lips and gaze. 

You could taste yourself in his kiss and your body trembled under the sudden intrusion, the angle filling you whole and your body and cunt already feeling exposed like a live wire. 

‘Fuck you’re so hard San, can feel you deep’. 

A deep moan filled the air as San pulled out,all the way to the tip before thrusting back in with a hard snap of his hips. 

There was no talking for awhile, just San’s grunts and groans mixing with your whines and whimpers as he fucked you roughly but with passion. 

Even with San’s wolf influence murking his presence, you could still feel the overwhelming love he had for you. 

His piercing gaze showed his love, his kisses and little nips to your mouth were filled with love, the snap of his hips and the way his body covered yours, his aura was filled with the utmost love and care he had for you. 

And he did love you, more than you know, more than he could confess and feeling you underneath him and clutching him against you, how needy and pliant you were while he fucked you…

The bubble in his heart burst and his final defence was blown, leaving him to express unwavering affection for you as he was close to chasing his release. 

‘My special princess, you’re always taking care of me, looking after me…I miss you so bad when I’m away baby…I- hah! W-want to protect you, keep you-mmm! keep you safe, fill you over and over again until your pretty cunt is dripping with me…’

San released inside of you with a husky groan and a stuttering of his hips, moving his hands from your knees to clutch at the headboard, burying himself as far as he could inside of you. 

‘Baby…Sannie..please, please..so close!’

Your body was shaking with electric jolts and you could feel your body tremble around him, shaking with overstimulation and the need for release, your body close to giving out but needing more to reach your peak. 

‘I got you princess, let me help you cum’ 

He gently grabbed your right hand, pressing a few kisses to your knuckles before placing it over your mound. 

You roughly circled your clit with hasty fingers, San eyeing you intently as he slowly grinded into your g-spot, the added stimulation rapidly helping you to your peak. 

‘I can feel you clenching around me princess, you’re so close aren’t you baby?’ 

San hummed those words into your ear as he pressed kisses against the side of your face, knowing the praise is what you needed. 

‘Be a good girl for me mmmh? Show me how pretty your face is when you cum okay? Want to see my pretty princess cum for me’

And it worked, your body arched and muscles spasming as you came with a whimper, your head buried in San’s shoulder. 

Both your breathing quieted down as the room begin to spin less and normalise, your fingers softly running down San’s sweat-covered back. 

‘Rest for awhile baby, I’m not finished with my special princess yet’. 

Author Note: Happy Halloween and this was my first time writing werewolf smut because that performance video absolutely ruined me and I just couldn't help myself.

I was team vampire!San but after that performance cover...team were!wolf San all the way now!!

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[bellaxisworld]

february 17, @jegulus-microfic prompt: soup. word count: 685

cw: grief/sadness & mentioned death of parents

Regulus dug through the kitchen drawers quickly. He could have sworn the small yellow paper was around here somewhere, he remembered vaguely seeing it just a couple months ago—

There! There it is, hidden beneath magazines and old receipts, looking slightly crinkled. He pulled it out with a relieved sigh. 

He pattered gently through the house, noting and hating the eerie silence. Their home had never really been known for its silence, with plenty of clatter going on. James was not a quiet human. He was loud and the echoes of his laughs were usually bouncing around the halls. He made noise when he walked or danced around the house, and he was always humming or whistling some tune that was stuck in his head. Regulus found the constant noise endearing. He always knew when James was around. 

But now, he felt cold walking through a silent home. 

James was exactly where Regulus found him, laying still and quiet on the bed. He stared blank-eyed at the ceiling, seeing nothing that was there. James was a hollow of a person, and Regulus’ heart broke every day he saw him like this. 

James’ parents passed away over a month ago, and James wasn’t himself. 

“Hi, baby,” Regulus whispered, crawling onto the bed to sit beside James. He brushed away the curls from James’ forehead, trying to pour all his love into him. James thrived and lived off love—love in all its forms, physical affections, words of kindness and care, friendships and romantic love and familial love—it was all pure James, and he needed it. In fact, he was obnoxious with love, overfull of so much love for everyone around him and the rest of the world. 

So Regulus did what he could, touching and caring for James in the small and big ways, especially as he fell apart. 

James looked at Regulus, eyes sorrowful, and Regulus wasn’t used to seeing James without a smile. 

Today, at the very least, wasn’t a bad day. James’ bad days were spent going through cycles of catatonia and body-wracking sobs. Today, though, James just looked sad.

“I found something I want us to try,” Regulus whispered, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Hm?” James hummed. 

Regulus showed him the yellow slip of paper, and his hand was slightly shaking. He was mildly fearful of James’ reaction to it. 

James looked at it, and looked at, and kept looking, and Regulus was about to ask, to beg for a response when James gulped, and turned back to Reg with tearful eyes. 

“I’d love to,” he whispered, voice thick. 

The paper was many years old, and there was a bulleted list of ingredients and instructions on how to properly make Euphemia Potter’s homemade albondigas soup. Regulus smiled, grateful for this show of life, and helped James out of bed, changing his clothes and wrapping him in a fluffy robe before leading him to the kitchen. 

They assigned roles, and James was gentle when he began making and forming the meatballs. Regulus grabbed the other ingredients, the broth and spices and vegetables. They worked around each other and with each other, and Regulus was pleased to see their comfortable dynamic returning, even in the small ways. 

When the soup was done, Regulus shuffled James onto sitting on the couch and shushed him when he complained. He served them two bowls of soup and they cuddled up on the couch, warm and pressed against each other. Regulus hoped James felt every bit of Euphemia’s love from the soup and from him. Regulus would coddle him unashamed because Regulus cherished him, and James needed to feel that. 

James finished his bowl of soup and curled into Regulus, head on his chest and breathing steady. 

“Thank you, Reg,” he whispered. “I felt closer to her, just for a little while.”

Regulus smiled and kissed his nose. “We can make soup as often as you want, if it helps.”

James smiled, a small and sad-tainted thing, but it was his first smile in months, and Regulus felt himself heal a little bit, too.

part of my february microfic work on ao3(17/29): february, i'm yours

[murdrdocs]

Pls pls more domestic Barbie with a gf

It literally made me cry I was so happy 🫶

i will always write this trope for domesticity it never gets old for me (maybe barbie spoilers?)

barbie is a bit of a rough sleeper.

her elbows jab you in your back, her blonde hair tickles your nose, her nails scratch your arms, and she's a terrible blanket hog. but when you wake up in the middle of the night, set on gently shaking her awake to tell her to attempt some self control in her sleep, you see how peaceful she looks, features relaxed, pink lips parted, dark eyebrows without any scrunches. and then you're pulling her into your side, letting her head rest on your chest, and falling back asleep like nothing ever happened.

the mornings always make up for the torture you'd went through the night before.

barbie always wakes up before you do. there's a kiss to your forehead, the sound of sheets rustling, and then your side is cold. you take the moment to get a few extra minutes of sleep, the absence briefly appreciated as you pull the blanket closer to you. the toilet flushes, the sink turns on and off, then the bed dips and there's another kiss to your forehead.

she's silent while she lets you sleep a little longer, a habit she's picked up as she absolutely refuses to disturb you. usually, she occupies herself with the book she keeps on her nightstand, or maybe she'll sit in silence, but when you awake, she always greets you with a smile and a "good morning, babe".

she's pretty in the morning, just like she always is. hair mostly out of its bun, just a little dried drool at the corner of her mouth. her eyes a little lidded, still adjusting to the morning sunlight, but her smile is always bright.

she settles back under the covers with you, and this is usually the time she tells you about her dreams.

"we had the cutest puppy. it had brown curly hair and it was so small and short and sweet. we named her milo, of course, even though milo isn't traditionally a girls name but i just think its so cute and you agreed."

you sit and watch her fondly, your eyes starting to shine with the love and adoration you have for the woman sitting at your side. if she notices, she doesn't say anything, not until she's gotten to a part in her storytelling that warrants a reaction. it's then that she notices how you're gawking, clearly obvious about it.

"what?" she asks, starting to wonder if you've fallen asleep with your eyes open. you shake your head, tell her it's nothing, and ask her a question that gets her back into the story.

dream retellings are shared, the bed grows cold as you both get out of it, the sheets thrown back over in a semi-presentable way, and then you make your way to the bathroom. your hips bump as you both brush your teeth, and then a sickly sweet kiss is shared now that the morning breath is gone.

the previously empty places of your home gain life as your bodies move around in them. tandem working in the kitchen while you make breakfast and barbie makes coffee. heating the seats of the kitchen table up with your bums as you talk over plans for the day. becoming reacquainted with the dents made in in the living room couches as you watch children shows while the food sets in your stomachs and the coffee warms your insides. sliding through clothes on hangers and pulling out drawers while you pick outfits for the day.

and even if its a day where you're going your separate ways, or if you're going to spend the remainder of the day together, a kiss is always shared at the door, and hands are held as long as possible while you both appreciate the lives you've been given.

[handmade-witch]

I Think He Knows ~

[AN: hi there! this is my first time ever posting my writing so feedback is appreciated~ i'm not sure yet if I'll post more writing, but I was proud of how this idea turned out. Hope you enjoy!!]

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

🎶 I think he knows when we get all alone I'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay. 🎶

You and Lorenzo sat on the floor of your room, a box of half a pizza and a near empty bottle of wine next to you. Music played from the speaker on your phone. You threw your head back in laughter, clutching your sore sides. Lorenzo grinned at you. He couldn't help but melt at the sound of your laugh. It was like sunshine, warming him from the inside out. And he loved being the reason you were laughing.

"Stop it! You're gonna mess it up!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. You took Lorenzo's outstretched hand in yours, picking back up the nail polish brush. You bent your head over his hand, trying to concentate on your task.

Lorenzo couldn't help but admire you as he watched you. He had stopped trying to deny to himself that he had fallen completetly in love with his best friend. How could he not? You were funny, kind, and beautiful. He loved spending time with you and missed you terribly whenever you weren't around. You just made everything feel a little brighter for him.

🎶 I think he knows he better lock it down, or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait 🎶

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his enamored trance: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Enzo felt his face flush and he turned his head. His hand was still held in yours.

"Just thinking." He hummed. You returned your attention back to his hands.

"About?" You inquired. You put the finishing touches on his right hand, switching to his left. He shrugged in response.

"I guess I've just been thinking about you a lot lately."

Now it was your turn to blush, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Oh?"

Silence hangs in the air between the two of you for a moment.

"If I say something can you promise me we'll still be friends?"

You dropped his hand. "Well now you're making me nervous Enzo."

🎶 He got that boyish look that I like in a man 🎶

"Do you every think we could be something more than friends?" He leaned forward, searching your face for a reaction. Trying to see if he had misread things, if he was pushing too far. Your eyes met his and you leaned forward too.

🎶 I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans 🎶

"More than friends, Enzo?" You smirked, a mischevious glint in your eye. "But I thought we were already best friends?"

"More than best friends." His voice was barely a whisper. He smirked back at you, leaning even closer. His eyes flicked down to your lips and then back at you.

"Lorenzo Berkshire are you asking me out?"

🎶 He's so obsessed with me and boy I understand. Boy I understand. 🎶

"That depends," he chuckles softly, "on if you're going to say yes."

"And if I say yes?"

"Then my next question is: Can I kiss you?"

🎶 He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue, got that oh! I mean- 🎶

You leaned forward, closing the gap and capturing his lips with yours. His lips were soft against yours. Yours tasted like cherry chapstick, he thought to himself. When the two of you broke apart you rested your foreheads together.

"God I've been waiting so long to do that." He breathed.

"What took you so long?" You teased.

🎶 Wanna see what's under that attitude 🎶

Lorenzo sat back very suddenly, looking offended. "Well I'm sorry." He crossed his arms across his chest, "You could've pulled your weight a bit more."

You laughed again, that throw-your-head-back cackle that had Lorenzo grinning like a lovesick fool.

🎶 Like, I want you, bless my soul 🎶

"Now look what you did." You scolded, taking his hand in yours. "After all of my hard work and you messed them up!" His nail polish was smudged.

Lorenzo just shook his head at you but sat still while you repainted his nails.

"So Berkshire, where are you taking me for our first date?"

🎶 And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows 🎶

[aphroditestempleimagines]

That fool

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Reader - 18+

Words: 3943

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk reader, Geto is a teddy bear gojo is the mean one change my mind, sex (i promise geto is NOT a dick), fingering, bit of oral sex (fem!receiving), LOTS OF ANGST, name calling (princess) but just a bit

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. As you try to drown your sorrow, you bump into your old, now criminal, friend.

Colour: Hot, Forbidden and very angsty

His love series - part 1

Author's note: idk why i wrote this when i'm a gojo simp, i'm in class and i'm bored. Also I'm gonna attempt a mixed pov.

"Is that what you wanted to discuss with me?", the man asked.

"You must understand", Geto responded, "It is the only way to truly eradicate evil from this world"

"It is aggressive and extreme and I will not be a part of it"

The man stood up. The short glass of whiskey fell down as he bumped the table.

"You yourself stood up against the monkey who hurt your son", Geto maintained his calm composure despite the man's reaction to his proposition.

"That was...different", the man uttered behind his teeth.

Geto smiled at the guy's clenched fists. He picked himself up and threw his arm over the man's shoulder. "All I'm saying is", he said firmly, "We keep losing our people to protect a lesser species who is, not just not thankful, but oppressive and prejudiced against us". He leaned in, anger brimming from his eyes. "How is that fair?"

The man lowered his head. Geto raised his gaze for just a second, out of habit. His eyes fell on your figure, lone and ridden with sadness, as you sat at the bar at the other end of the room. His first instinct was to run away; he would have, if you had not raised your hand to order another drink, directly from the young bartender. He leaned back to his potential associate, giving him a warm smile.

"You don't have to decide right away", he told him, "As long as we both keep this meeting confidential you can think on your answer for however long you'd like"

The man's fingers had not stopped fidgeting until Geto gave that small reasurement. A smile of relief adorned his face, yet some stress still remained in his eyes as he nodded and stumbled out of the establishment.

Geto focused his sights on you; your reddened eyes, your slumped form, your unquenchable thirst for liquor. Normally, he would not dream of talking to you again, not after he left Jujutsu High. He had to put everything behind him to move on with his goal. And though he remembered that fateful day he ran away from the crudity of the sorcerers' world as one of the brightest in his life, the thought of your tears and the memory of Gojo's calls were a constant anguish to him even to this day. And there they were, those tears he had feared, even though unspilled they remained so evident behind your tired eyes.

He approached. His legs brought him to you faster than his mind could object. His heart thanked them for it, but still broke a little at the sight of your startled face.

"Fancy meeting you here princess", he pretended to smile. It was quite easy since a part of him rejoiced at the reunion, even though in such saddening circumstances.

"What...ar you doin 'ere?", you slurred your words. You had not realized how heavy your head was until you tried to lift it up. You clutched your forehead. Your heart tightened. The stool was falling backwards. Your hands reached for the counter but it was no use; you could not reach it anymore. Your back hit something hard but it was not the floor. Geto's hands were on your arms as your head rested on his kimono-clothed chest.

"I think you've had enough", he said.

"Let me go!", you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, forgetting for a second that he was the only pillar keeping you from falling. Fortunately, his hold was quite strong. He released you only after he restored the stool to its proper position.

Geto's gaze scanned the room; it was full of them monkeys. He often said there were two kinds of them: money-collecting monkeys and curse-collecting monkeys. But when faced with a lonely drunken soul there came a third kind, the most vile of them all.

"That's it", he said as the hungry gazes collected on your form, "I'm taking you home. Where do you live?"

"I'm not telling you where I live, Geto"

"Is it still at the apartment in Shinjuku?"

Your face turned red. You had gotten that house during the last year of school so it would be quicker to attend emergencies in Tokyo. He and everyone else had helped you move in and you had not moved out since then. "y...yes", you whispered.

Geto was quick to guide your hand around his waist, throwing his around your form. "Just grab on to me", he said plainly, almost in annoyance, "Tell me if you can't walk anymore".

"I can do this by myself", you objected.

"You don't have to", he said, his gaze focused on the darkness surrounding you.

You did not speak as you walked, nor did you speak as you boarded the train from Roppongi Station. He held you close as you walked through the crowded tunnels to change lines in Shinjuku. His outdated attire did not draw nearly as much attention as your hazed gaze and reddened cheeks. You covered your face with your hand and buried your nose in Geto's robes.

"We're almost there", his grip tightened reassuringly around you.

You finally reached your apartment building. Your hands fumbled around inside your purse until they gripped the keys. He helped you open the lock and soon you were in the safety and comfort of your home. Geto stood at the doorway, not moving a step in as you took out your shoes and fell onto the couch. Everything was exactly the same as it was back then. Apart from a few minor items that were replaced after the times wore them down, nothing else had changed. He had not been there since that year. That year that had been the worst of his life. He could still remember Haibara helping out to set up the table, just as he could recall your beautiful smile as you and Shoko chatted while hanging all of the paintings that decorated the walls. Both images made his heart ache. He had not felt any remorse about his decision in years, yet there he was, being pulled in two different directions like he was in those days. And all it took, was one visit.

"Why are you just standing there?", your voice disperced his thoughts. You were rubbing your eyes with your hand. "Just come in", you told him.

He almost did not. He almost ran away back to the temple he had sought refuge in. Perhaps he should have. You were safe now. The only danger to you was he himself. Yet his curiosity won him over. He took off his sandals and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, and him a bottle of sake. He sat on the couch next to you as you gratefully gulped down the refreshment you craved. You left the glass on the table and fell back on the pillows of the couch. He was overcome with the temptation - no, the need - to caress your heavy head as your messy locks fell upon your face. It took all his restraint not to.

"I can't do this anymore", you said. He had not asked a question, but he guessed you were drunk enough to wallow in your own pity.

"Exorcising?", he asked.

"No", you responded, "I know you probably wanted a different answer but...it's what I know how to do. So I'll do it"

Those words poured blood in Geto's clenched fists. That was exactly what Haibara used to say. He knew Gojo was far too strong, and perhaps even far too selfish, to share the same fate as he. But you? You, Shoko, Nanami were among the people he wanted to protect from the foolishness of the life as a jujutsu sorcerer.

"I never thought I would want him to love me. I know he never will", you continued murmuring.

You did not have to explain. This was about Gojo. Ever since High School he knew the two of you were arranged by his clan to be married one day. Gojo took no interest in the idea back then. He thought himself far too young for it. But after all these years was he continuing the same immaturity?

He could not be mad at him. He would never truly be mad at Gojo. He often wondered if he was ever mad at him but the opposite was never going to be true. And yet your tears felt as if they were his own. Your broken heart crumbled onto his hands and he fully knew that if he was the one to hold it initially he would not had dared cause such damage.

"I know at the end of the day it does not matter", you said, "But...it feels like...he's fine by himself. I can never stand at his side and neither would he ever want me to. And I just feel so...alone"

Geto knew that feeling well. He poured himself another glass of sake and gobbled it down.

"No one would care if I disappeared"

"I would", Geto stated. The words slipped his mouth. He looked at you. You had lifted your gaze. It fell troubled onto his face. He cupped your cheek and leaned towards you. His thumb brushed away your tears. "I would", he said again with even more determination. If he could not take the words back he would make sure you understood them. He would make sure you never felt the way he did back then.

You grabbed his kimono and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sloppy and desperate but at the same time everything you needed. He hesitated to put his hand on your waist, but he was already reciprocating the kiss. He felt your tears wet his calloused hand and he knew he was nothing more than a replacement. He did not know what you were to him exactly, what you were definitely seared onto his heart. And as he devoured your cherry lips he got even more drunk on the nectar of your kiss; he would have never guessed he could have such an alternative to the curses he forced himself to swallow.

"You're not thinking straight", he breathed against your face as you climbed on top of him.

"I know", you responded, "I simply don't care"

He held you close and kissed you again. His hands traveled up and down your form. The last notes of your perfume enveloped him. He thought of your smile, one of the few things that gave him true joy during his dark days. You both loved Satoru but Satoru was determined to prove he was better off alone. Would he hurt him if he slept with you? A part of him wanted to, wanted to get revenge for staying true to the jujutsu world, for making you cry, for everything. And a part of him could not. But he could not push you away either. He could not be the cause of more tears. He could not be the reason you did not find your smile again. And most of all, he could not cool down the feverish heat that overwhelmed him as your body pressed against his.

"Suguru...", you murmured above his lips.

That was it. He could not take it anymore. He flipped your bodies so that your back hit the couch cushions. He nibbled your neck as his hand hiked up your black dress until it was scrunched over your hips. His thumb pressed on your bud over your panties and traced small rough circles. He tried to pull the neckline of your dress down but he just could not stretch it down enough. In a swift move, he reached for the hem around your waist, pulled the dress over your head and threw it on the floor.

Your body trembled at the sudden chill. You reached for his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, your hands undoing his long black hair. His locks fell on the sides like a curtain.

He was kissing your chest. His fingers pulled your underwear to the side and glided over your clit. Your hands got tangled in his hair as he pressed one of them past your lower lips.

"Always the idiot", Geto murmured as he kissed you between your breasts, "He'll never change".

Your body trembled as he dexterously thrusted his digits inside you. Your hands blindly searched for the tie of his belt. Geto used his free hand to pull open his robes until he could shake them off his shoulders and let them hang from his waist. You traced the faded scar on his firm chest. He placed his hand over yours and brought your palm to his lips for a gentle kiss. He kept your hand close to his cheek, relishing its touch with closed eyes.

"Don't ever say things like that about yourself again", he said firmly, "You're the best our world has to offer"

A few tears escaped your eyes. Geto noticed and kissed them away before adding a peck on the bridge of your nose. He moved his fingers more meticulously as you climbed in ecstasy. Your heaving breath exploded against his face, his eyes blazingly observing your heated expression. The spring of the coil was being twisted more and more by the minute. He gave you a quick kiss, hiked your leg over his bare shoulder and pressed his mouth against your clit. You moaned his name out loud before you came on his fingers. A subtle smile formed on your lips, pure and simple. Suguru could relish that smile for all eternity.

He climbed back up until he towered over your body. Your arms wrapped around his torso as he kissed you deeply. You were so beautiful; even more than he could remember.

"Suguru", your name left his lips again.

"I never realised how much I missed hearing you say my name"

Your hands reached for his belt again. "I want you"

"Not as much as I do", he aided you in undoing it. He threw his robes next to your dress. He gave you small kisses as his dressed length pressed on your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts".

You fisted his hair as he entered you. You did not stop him until he had bottomed out. He continued kissing you reassuringly, one hand massaging your tailbone, the other holding your leg around his hips. He was kissing your neck now, waiting for you to catch your breath.

"Don't be nice to me", you told him, "I don't want you to be nice to me"

He laughed. "Yes, you do", he lightly nipped at your collarbone, "And you always get what you want"

Soon the room was filled with your sounds of pleasure as Suguru's hips met yours in a passionate dance, tuned to an intoxicated melody. His cheeks had grown hot; yours had too.

"You're so beautiful", he breathed. There was a battle going on in his mind. He had loved a lot of people. He kept a list in his mind of those he wanted to protect, those he wanted for sure to be in his new world. You, Gojo, Nanami, Shoko...He loved all of them equally; or almost. You and Gojo were always a little higher on the ranks. But this? This was a new you he was seeing for the very first time and he was intoxicated. All the have-nots and could have been in his head were suddenly turning into a plausible reality. If only he could keep you with him. If only he could have you by his side, every day he woke up. He had chosen to leave so he would not burden any of his friends with the cruelty of his mission, but the prospect of the happiness he would gain by just gazing upon your face every day was too tempting to pass.

Yet there was another thought trying to force its way into his mind. 'If I could become Satoru Gojo for a moment, the dream would be achievable'. He was hurting him by being with you. He had taken one of the many things bestowed upon that man that he ungratefully scorned. And as much as it pained him to cause Gojo anguish, a part of him thought of it as well-deserved for his foolishness. Maybe he would finally mature and appreciate everything he had been given.

"Suguru!", your moan pulled him back into reality.

He held your sweated cheek. "Come for me, princess", he said and lowered his voice and lips close to your ear, "If you want to use your legs tomorrow that is"

Your hands gripped his hair again. Your walls clenched around his length. He grunted as he felt them squeeze him. "Two can play this game, princess", his hand rubbed fiercely on your bud.

Your breathing turned irregular. Your vision turned hazy. All there was was him and nothing else. Your thoughts were overcome with the knot in your stomach, threatening to break any minute.

Your head fell back as you came with a loud moan of his name. He followed soon after. You could feel his tired breath explode on the skin of your neck as he rested his head on your shoulder. You brushed his hair with your fingers. He planted soft kisses under your hairline. He sat up for a moment to put on his boxers, burning the condom into nothingness with a spell. He pulled your tired body against his as he lay on the couch, his arms wrapping around you.

"Y/n", he called your name softly.

"Hm?", your ear was pressed on his bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

He cupped your cheek to guide your gaze to him. He wore a genuine smile for the first time in years as he caressed your face. You could not help but return it. He planted a kiss on your forehead, his hand diving under your locks.

"No one deserves your tears", his low voice whispered next to your ear, "But if you have to spill them, let them be mine"

He picked up his robe and threw it over your bodies like a blanket as you drifted off to sleep.

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When morning came, Geto woke up alone. Y/n's warmth still lingered over his body as he blindly searched for her with his sleepy eyes. His ears finally focused on the sound of running water. He smiled. They had not taken a shower last night so it was only logical she would do it first thing in the morning. He sat up on the couch, pulling his robe properly around his body. His gaze ran around the small apartment. Memories of your life were carefully placed all over the walls, the counters, the tables. He walked up to a dresser at the back of the room, probably storing all the linen needed in the living room-dining room fusion. Two photographs were placed on it; one with your class and Nanami's class, happily drinking together at Shoko's birthday party. The other one was with you and Gojo; smiles much subtler as you posed for an engagement picture.

Gojo's glasses were different than the ones Geto remembered. It must have been a more recent picture. He smiled as he admired your beautiful face, all dolled up for the photo. Then his eyes fell on Satoru again. His face turned serious. He missed him, that was sure. But he had grown accustomed to hating him, knowing he was probably hated back. He had grown accustomed to blaming him, knowing he was being blamed back.

He looked more carefully at his glasses. He could just see the shiny blue of his eyes underneath. His own eyes opened wide. Gojo's gaze was on you. The smile he wore was not fake at all; Geto would have recognized it. It was clear as day he had feelings for you. Yet you were not lying about your broken heart either. His eyes watered. He had thought he would be happy hurting Gojo's pride, but his heart was too much. He left the picture on the dresser and walked to your bedroom. He knocked on the door. Your voice called him in. One look at you and he lost all the words he wanted to say. He wanted to stay with you. But doing that would hurt Gojo. And if he chose to leave and spare Gojo from further pain, he would strike your heart at a moment when it was already bleeding.

"Last night", you drew his attention, "It was a mistake"

Those words were a knife through his chest. You kept your back turned on him as you lazily dried your hair with a towel.

"I wasn't thinking straight"

"You said you didn't care"

"I was wrong", you told him.

Suguru walked towards you. "You were not. I...I missed you"

"Don't lie to me. You just wanted to get back at Gojo for once", you spat. You cursed your lips the moment the words left your mouth. Suguru remained silent. "You won't even deny it?", you asked, "Geto"

"Suguru", he corrected. You sat there in silece for a moment. "Y/n", he finally spoke, "Look at me"

You shook your head.

"Please", he said again, "Look at me"

You slowly turned to face him. He had known he had guessed it right. The tears were back to flowing from your eyes, and this time he was the cause. He had made the wrong choice. All he had wanted was to bring you to smile.

"What brought this on?", he asked calmly.

His face was as it had been in your school days; calm, composed...kind. You could not help but answer him, even though it would be an unpleasant thing to do so. You reached for the small radio next to your bed and turned it back on to the station you had been listening to. You waited for a while before the newsman returned after the break and continued with more details on the newest strange mass attack on humans that took place in Tokyo the night before.

"That was your friends, right?", you said, your lips trembling even though you knew the answer.

"Yes", he said, "There was a cult forming with knowledge of our kind. I had to eliminate them"

"Do you hear yourself?", you cried as you shot up on your feet, "What did these people even do?"

"It's not what they did, it's what they most likely would have done"

"Get out", you spat. Your voice cracked as you repeated those words again and again.

Suguru did not move. "I will", he said, "But I want you to know, I've never said a single lie to you. And I never will"

You were covering your face with your hands as you cried and so you neither heard nor saw him approach. You startled as he placed a soft kiss on your head.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, "It was never my intention to cause you pain".

"That hardly matters"

"I know", he said. "I know", he repeated it one more time as he touched his forehead to yours.

He turned to leave but stopped right before your door. "If you see Satoru", he said, "Slap him for me. Then kiss him for you".

"What?"

"He's so immature, you need to slap him back to his senses. Or he'll be too late again"

And with that, Suguru returned to the shadows of Tokyo, far away from the light he had found in the small apartment with you.

[rottenimagines]

Sweet Temptation

Summary: Just Negan trying to seduce you into helping him get out of his cell.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

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You've been secretly visiting Negan for several nights.

 In daylight, you act like another ordinary member of Alexandria, while at night, you betray your own people by sneaking into the infamous killer's cell to help him by bringing him food, or just keeping him company.

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As soon as Negan sees that it's you who’s coming down the stairs, he stands up and walks over to the bars of his cell to greet you.

‘‘What do you have for me tonight, darling?’’ He tries to speak in his trademark flirtatious tone, but it's obvious he's defeated inside.

You hand him a sandwich wrapped in napkins through the bars.

 He notices how your eyes light up as soon as you see him; just by feeling him close. My ticket to freedom, he thinks.

‘‘Thank you, honey. I’m starved tonight.’’ He takes the sandwich and unwraps it.

 ‘‘Mmmm. You're such a sweet, helpful girl, aren't you?’’ He winks at you as he takes the first bite.

You lean against the wall to watch him eat in silence. He looks tired and thinner. His physical appearance is beginning to decay. This Negan is only a shadow of his former self.

‘‘So... how you doin', Negan?’’

He sighs heavily and rubs his forehead.

‘‘I feel like I'm going insane. I just want to feel the sun against my face again, y’know?’’

He looks deep into your eyes, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

‘‘I'm tired of these bars. I'm tired of this cage. I want to be out in the world again. Just you and me, darling. Just you and me.’’

A chill runs down your spine when you hear his sweet words. 

You approach the cell again and grab the bars with both hands. You look him up and down.

‘‘You look... tired.’’

He nods while still chewing.

‘‘I am, I am. They don't give me enough to eat. They treat me like I'm some rabid dog.  I'm going crazy in here.’’  He puts his face right up to the bars, getting very close to you. ‘‘I need to be freed. I really need your help, Y/n.’’

You can feel his warm breath on your face. You're deeply attracted to him, but still you’re not stupid; you can't help but distrust him. He has done terrible things to your people after all.

‘‘Look, I know you're hesitant. You have every right to be. I wouldn't trust me either. But you and I, doll... we have something special... We understand each other.’’ 

He gently brushes a loose hair out of you face. ‘‘This cell is killing me...’’

‘‘Negan... you know I can't do it.’’

He exhales in defeat and pulls back a bit.

‘‘Well... I had to try.’’ He shrugs and continues eating the rest of his sandwich.

After several minutes of awkward silence, he starts talking again:

‘‘So, you like coming down here to visit me, huh? What if Rick and the others found out you're here?’’

Your body tenses just thinking about it. He laughs at your reaction, at the sudden fear all over your face. 

‘‘It's our little secret, ain't it?’’ He gives you a quick wink as he finishes his sandwich.

A mischievous little smirk curves your lips.

 ‘‘Exactly. This is our little secret. I hope you don't forget.’’

You put your hand through the bars and he hands you back the napkin. Then he continues talking with his usual charming tone:

‘‘You really enjoy these "secret" visits, don’t you? You enjoy visiting the big bad Negan in his cage.’’ He smirks as you grab the napkin from his hand.

‘‘I’m just a good samaritan doing her good deed for the day.’’ You answer him, mimicking his seductive tone.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks at you intently.

‘‘Samaritan? No. You are much, much more than a samaritan, my dear, sweet friend.’’

He leans over the bars and kisses the tips of his fingers before touching your cheek with them. You enjoy deeply the touch of his fingers on your soft skin, even if it's only through the bars.

He looks down at you with a sly smile. ‘‘I think you actually like a little too much these secret meetings with the big, bad man, all alone.’’

You bring your face closer to his, losing yourself into his dark hazel eyes. His face just a few inches from yours.

‘‘Maybe I do.’’

‘‘Maybe you do, huh? And if I told you I know a way to make these secret meetings a little more... interesting?’’ He whispers, looking down at your lips.

Your eyes, full of desire for that man, drift down toward his lips and then back up to meet his piercing eyes.

‘‘Oh, really? Enlighten me, then. Please.’’

‘‘How about this...’’ He looks at your lips again and leans a little closer. ‘‘...a little less talking. A little more kissing...’’

Your heart beats as someone who knows they are doing something forbidden, something absolutely illegal. But you just can’t deny him.

You take a quick look over your shoulder to make sure no one else is there. And then, you turn to him to press your lips against his, for the first time.

He closes his eyes and kisses you back with passion. You can feel his tongue slide between your lips as he moves his hand around the back of your neck to bring you closer; as close as the bars allow you to be.

Afterwards, he slowly pulls away and looks at you, breathing heavily. His sly smile grows bigger as he leans into you and whispers in a deep, sultry tone:

‘‘Wow, baby. You really are a naughty girl, aren't ya?’’

[riptideripley]

All Yours

summary:you were Dominik’s 24 year old sister,trying to take things easy. He finally lets you hang out with his friends in the Judgement Day and you get a little too close to..Rhea.

word count:1,904

You were getting out the shower and putting on your undergarments,along with your hygiene products. You heard your phone ring and picked it up,answering. “Yes Dominik I’m almost ready” “Well hurry up,I let myself in and me & rhea are waiting” “Ok ok” you sighed and hung up. Slipping on your black jean shorts and a Judgement day shirt,grabbing your black jacket and spraying on some perfume before running downstairs.

“There she is,Hi darling” Rhea spoke with her accent,smiling. You smiled back and waved,grabbing your bag. “Well are we just gonna sit here or go eat?” you spoke and stared at the both of them,as they got up and walked with you to the car. You sat in the backseat and to your surprise Rhea sat next to you. You had the biggest crush on her and she could tell,but played innocent. She decided to lay her head on your shoulder,making you smile and play with her soft black hair.

You arrived at the restaurant,finding the table were the couple Finn and Priest were waiting. “Hi guys!” you spoke and smiled,giving them both a small hug as you sat down. Rhea decided to sit next to you and snuck her hand under the table,resting it on your thigh and looking at you for any signs of discomfort. Instead,you were smiling like an idiot and trying to not focus on it. You ordered your food and drink,scrolling through your phone silently after. “Well (your name),how’s the new house?” Priest asked,taking his drink as they finally arrived. You smiled at the waitress taking your drink,finally speaking. “Well it’s going great actually. Besides the fact that I let Dominik have a key so he just barges in whenever he wants,but it’s really nice and spacious.” “Maybe we can all visit after dinner” Finn suggested and you nodded,giggling at Dominik’s face as he seemed annoyed at your comment.

Meanwhile Rhea was slowly moving her hand up your thigh,trying to get a reaction out of you. She finally did when she reached close to your pussy,making you squeeze your legs shut as she smiled. You realized no one else noticed and looked at her,whispering to her,”Rhea what the fuck was that” “Nothing sweetheart,I can stop if you want” she whispered back. You thought for a moment and realized how badly you wanted this,ever since you first met her through the phone and backstage. “You can continue but please be careful” you whispered,making her smile. She continued rubbing your thigh throughout the whole dinner,driving you crazy.

You all decided to go back to your place and relax,Rhea planned on spending the night tho and Dominik was a bit suspicious but didn’t say anything. You were currently sitting between Rhea and Priest,watching a horror movie. You hated them but this wasn’t as bad so you watched it all the way through. You then decided to play some board games and your favorite Uno. You had just one for the 3rd time in a row and you could tell everyone was irritated. “God damnnit! you win every time” “She’s too good this is unfair” Finn said pouting,making Priest chuckle. “You guys just gotta get better,but i’m really tired right now” you said yawning,Rhea also yawning. “Welp my wife is calling so that’s my queue to go! I’ll call in the morning” he spoke standing up,leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Night Dom” Rhea said smiling as he gave her a hug,being the first one to leave. Priest and Finn then followed,leaving you and Rhea to yourselves.

Rhea smiled and got up,wrapping her arms around your waist paying close attention for any discomfort. She’s so observant and gentle,it warmed your heart. She lifted you up making you laugh and carried you upstairs to your room,placing you on the floor. “I’m gonna go shower now love,you should too” she said,staring at you while also getting lost in your pretty brown eyes. You smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek,closing the door so you could undress and shower. You could tell that you two had chemistry,ever since y’all had first met. The constant flirting and looks she would give you backstage at shows,always trying to make you nervous or flustered.

You took your clothes off and hopped in the shower,letting the hot water run over your body for a moment before washing your body. You had curly hair compared to Dominik so you decided to wash it while you were in there. Once out the shower and dry,you put leave in conditioner and a bit of oil in your hair. Stepping out of the room in your towel,you began getting dressed. Slipping on some underwear and black laced pajamas,you were comfortable enough with Rhea to not wear a bra. You sat on the bed and heard Rhea entering the room,wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. You smiled as she crawled into the bed,laying between your thighs. You played with her hair while she kissed on your stomach,tracing your stomach tattoos.

You two had made eye contact as she was doing this and she slid her way up your body,stopping at your face. You looked at her lips and couldn’t help yourself,leaning in kissing her. She returned the energy holding onto your thighs,not wanting to let go of the kiss she’d been dying for. She pulled you closer to her and looked your shirt,noticing you had your nipples pierced. She smiled and took advantage of that,sliding her free hand up your shirt playing with your nipple and piercing. You gasped and arched slightly at the sudden action,letting out small whimpers as she kissed up and down your neck,finding and biting your sweet spot making you moan. She got up and went to the guest room to grab something,coming back with a strap and a tongue piercing.

You looked at the tongue piercing confused and she smiled,”It vibrates my love” she said as she finished changing her tongue jewelry,placing herself between your thighs,sliding your shorts and underwear off. She pressed the piercing directly on your clit,making you gasp and grip her hair. Your back arched as you moaned and squirmed as she had you sorta pinned at the hips. “F-Fuck Rhea..” you whispered through moans,as she continued while you grind against her face. She was enjoying every bit of this,smiling against your clit as she began sucking on it making you squeal. You pushed yourself up the bed and she pulled you back down,making you whimpered as she smiled against your cunt.

She gave it one last kiss before kneeling on the bed,attaching the strap as she hovered over you. She wrapped her hand around your throat and pulled you into a deep kiss,slowly entering you making you moan into the kiss. She gave you time to adjust and began slowly pushing herself in and out of you,making you throw your head back in pleasure. She noticed you had a mirror in front of your bed and smiled,continuing the actions before lifting you up and making you face the mirror. “Cmon pretty girl,look at yourself for me” she spoke with her accent,sliding herself back in you and pounding the shit out of you. You couldn’t do anything but moan and whimper,avoiding eye contact with her through the mirror. She pressed down on your back making you arch and gripped your thick hair,pulling your hair back. “I said look at yourself doll.” she spoke in a stern tone,as you watched her fuck the absolute shit out of you. Her short black hair moving with each thrust,some pieces sticking to her face from sweat. She was absolutely beautiful no matter what she was doing,which turned you on even more. She let go of your hair and wrapped her hand around your throat,making sure you were still watching her through the mirror.

“R-Rhea please keep going..” “Right here hm?” “Yes please!” you squealed out as she rammed into your g spot,making her giggle. She used her free hand to pin your arms behind your back,still choking you. You finally took time to notice the hickeys left on your skin,knowing your brother would kill you in the morning. “Oh baby you look so pretty for me,tell me who do you belong to hm?” she whispered in your ear,making you weak. You didn’t answer so she moved the hand off your arms/wrists,giving you a slap on your ass. You yelped,”Answer me when i’m talking to you slut. Now who do you belong to?” “Y-You mommy fuck!” you managed to yelp out between moans,squirming due to the fact that you were reaching your climax. She noticed and used her now free hand to massage your clit,”Go ahead and cum for me like the slut you are princess.” she whispered with her accent showing a bit more towards the end,sending you over the edge as you climaxed.

She noticed her fingers were wet and smiled,licking her fingers and grabbing your hair. She drug you gently changing your position sideways,as she kneeled in front of you still in front of the mirror. She removed the strap,”Please your mommy doll,you deserve it” she said giving you a small slap to the side of your face. You immediately slip her shorts off noticing she had no underwear on and began eating her out. She moaned softly and pulled your face closer,almost suffocating you. You didn’t care,if you died you’d be happy right now honestly. You swirled circles around on her clit as she began basically riding your face for more. “God princess you’re doing so good for me..right there doll” when she said this,your legs got weak. You loved being praised and she took note of that. She ran her finger across your cheeks and grabbed your jaw,pulling you towards her. “Open up for me doll” she told you as you opened your mouth,letting her spit it in.

You went back to eating her out,giving her clit the most attention begging to get an orgasm out of her. She began breathing heavy and stuttering with her words,letting you know she was close. “F-Fuck keep going baby..” she whispered out between breaths as she finally came all over your face. You immediately licked everything up and looked up at her,smiling. She leaned down and pulled you into a deep kiss once again.

/After\

She made you a warm bath,even tho it was 2:30 in the morning. She washed your body off along with hers,kissing your forehead and praising you on how good you did for her. Once she got done washing you two off,she let you get dressed in something comfortable while she did as well. She ended up just sleeping in your bed instead of going back to the guest room.

You finally got what you wanted and that was her,you were happy.

[hxxsxxngx]

SUNOO 김순우 - INNOCENT ATTRACTION

Word Count 1.0k

Genre : Fluff

Content : brothersbestfriend!sunoo, any gender reader, cuddling, sleeping in same bed… other fluffy stuff lol

Synopsis : Sunoo is your brothers best friend and can’t help but to feel attracted to him.

Authors Note : This is my first sunoo post… p.s. let me know if y’all want me to make a smutty part 2 :)

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Sunoo was constantly at my house. Every day when I got out of class, my brother Jungwon would have Sunoo over. It felt like he practically lived there. But there was something that Jungwon didn’t know. Sunoo confessed his feelings to me long ago.

His confession caught me by suprise given that we never really interacted with eachother besides when he’s at my house, but I will admit that there were many times where I caught him looking at me for longer than he should have been. I can also admit that Sunoo isn’t the ugliest person in the world. The prettiest people are the ones you look at when they don’t notice it. And that is exactly how it went for a few months. I always ignored him because I thought that maybe he just had a weird thing about me and Jungwon is just making up stories to cover up. But as the time passed, Sunoo became more and more bold in his actions.

He started leaving flowers on my desk or bringing me snacks and chocolates. He even tried kissing my cheek once. I knew he liked me so I pretended that I didn’t feel anything at all. That way I wouldn’t be able to tell him to stop coming over or make an excuse that he could come back anytime he wants. I wouldn’t say I have a crush on him, but I definitely liked the attention he was giving me, and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him to stop.

I still haven’t told Jungwon that Sunoo likes me since the whole situation is still new to me. I want to talk to him, but I have no idea what to say to him or what he will do if I tell him. I think it will be best for me to keep this between us for now and just see how things go from here.

Jungwon was an early bird and Sunoo was a night owl. Everytime Sunoo spent the night in Jungwons room, he would stay up a lot later than him and there would be many times I would get midnight texts from him.

Sunoo:

Hey are you up?

(Y/N):

yeah what is it this time

Sunoo:

Heyyyy don’t be like that :(

Would you like someone to accompany you?

(Y/N):

i am really trying to sleep but if his snoring is that loud then i can make a bed of the floor for you in my room.

Sunoo:

Okay I will be there in a sec

Sunoo slowly creeps out of Jungwons room, making sure to turn the door knob quietly and to not make a sound. Few seconds later I hear a tap at my door.

“That was quick, I havnt even made your bed yet” I said opening the door.

“That’s fine, I can wait”

He makes way into my room and plops down onto my bed. I reach into my closet to grab some blankets to lay on the floor and I notice Sunoo crawling under my covers, getting a little too comfortable.

“You aren’t sleeping there” I snap

All I hear is a groan.

I continue laying out the blankets and crawl into my bed. “Your bed is ready” his eyes are half closed. I roll my eyes and thump his forehead.

“Pleaseee can I stay here? I am already comfortable and warm, and floor is cold and hard” he begs.

“Fine but stay on your side”

He smiles and quickly falls into sleep.

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About an our or two into the night, I guess I back up a little too far, to where my back is in Sunoo chest. He doesn’t have a negative reaction. Instead he snakes his around under my shirt around my stomach and rests his hand on my tummy. I am not compelled to move it, actually I didn’t mind it at all supprisingly.

My eyes start to fall closed and the feeling of falling asleep slowly becomes stronger. Sunoo seems to be taking a liking to this position so I let myself relax into it. When I feel Sunoo’s warm breath against the nape of my neck it sent shivers down my spine.

“Have I ever told you how good you smell?” he whispers into my ear.

I shake my head and pull away from him, trying to sit up. Before I can Sunoo pulls me back toward him. This causes a small smile to tug at the corner of my lips. “No, I don’t want you to go” he says tiredly. He runs his finger through my hair softly and gently, it is very relaxing to have someone pamper me like this. Someone who genuinely cared for me.

His body is so large and warm, I couldn’t deny that I actually liked cuddling with him. Maybe I do feel something for him. Maybe I have been denying my feeling in fear of ruining my relationship with Jungwon. Maybe it wasn’t just an infatuation. I sigh and rest my head back down. He continues stroking through my hair and he rubs my sides slowly and softly. I feel myself drifting off again. Eventually, we both fell asleep.

[vampyrsm]

'let me make you feel good' (5.2k) shoto todoroki x female reader ft. izuku midoriya

warnings: cuckolding, izuku is the cuck, humiliation sorta for izuku, blowjob, light degrading with a lot of praise to balance it out, vaginal sex, creampie, overstim.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

"Sure,"

"And I promise it won't be weird—" Izuku pauses. "Wait, really?"

Shouto shrugs a little, long careful fingers flicking through a stack of paperwork. "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as she's okay with it." Mismatched eyes finally look up from his desk to the large burly green-haired man who had stopped by.

Izuku is quick to nod, curls bouncing away from his forehead. "I mean, it was her idea for it to be you. I suggested Kacchan—" he watches Shouto raise an eyebrow at that suggestion, it wouldn't have ended well. "Yeah, I know, she gave me the same look."

Relaxing into the big office chair, his legs spreading slightly as he finally takes in the blush on Izuku's face. "I never would've put you as the guy who likes to watch other people fuck his girlfriend." The reaction from Izuku is almost immediate, the man somehow blushing more furiously than before at the casual tone, and volume, of the half-and-half hero.

"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku hisses, hastily shutting the door he had left open himself. "Don't say it so loud, I don't need some sidekick overhearing that." He turns back to see Shouto with a shit-eating smirk on his face, oh, he was enjoying humiliating Izuku it seems. Still ever the pot-stirrer when it came to things that probably shouldn't be meddled with.

Shouto shrugs. "Just text me with the details whenever you both want it to happen." Shouto may look calm and relaxed on the outside, shrugging off the idea of fucking another man's girlfriend in front of them but his heart is tattooing itself against the inside of his ribcage. Hammering away in a mixture of excitement and anxiety, he'd always loved being around you when he hung out with Midoriya but to know you picked him? He just hopes he's up to your standards.

It was just over three weeks later when Shouto received a text. He figured perhaps it would be done in a hotel room or even Shouto's own place to ensure he didn't 'invade' your personal space. But the butterflies returned with renewed vigour when he received a text from you, not Midoriya, asking if he wanted to come over on Saturday night if he didn't have patrol or any important work that needed to be done. He responded almost too quickly, informing you he wasn't busy.

He neglected the fact he would cancel attending the monthly dinner his father insisted the entire family attended.

So here he stood, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks and shiny black shoes. He looked every bit the "rich boy" the media often painted him as, a man with killer looks but was often seen as 'too gentle', 'too much of a gentleman'. If only they know the real reason why he was standing with a lump in his throat before someone's front door, maybe from the outside it would just look like he was coming over for a dinner.

The door finally opened, and as expected it was Midoriya who answered the door. The usual friendly smile on his face, "Shouto, hey, come in!", Shouto tries to not notice the band of blush across Midoriya's face, and instead steps past the other pro into the warm home. His eyes immediately dart over the various items, it's a different feeling than Midoriya's own apartment. It's more homely, more welcoming, an old warmth in his chest blooms at the thought.

After toeing off his shoes, he follows Midoriya through the thin corridor before it opens up into the rest of the house. It's smaller than most but he figures that's the point, it's a humble place to live. "She's upstairs already, she figured it might be a bit weird if we both greeted you at the door." Midoriya scratches at the back of his head, clearly just as out of his depth as the Ice and Fire hero. Shouto just nods, allowing Midoriya to take the lead once again to take him up the stairs and into your bedroom.

The door opens, Midoriya stepping out of the way to stand next to the bed and Shouto is certain his heart stops for a second at the sight before him. He had never been in any situation before where he had seen you in anything less than clothing except maybe the one time he had seen you in a bikini but even then that didn't feel quite as sexual as this. The lump in his throat is back with vengeance, tightening as he continues to ogle at you openly.

His eyes start at your feet, skin nearly showing through the sheer material of the stockings you were wearing. It makes his toes curl against the thick-carpeted floor the longer his eyes glide up the glossy material until he meets the apex of your thighs, the pudge of your thighs just spilling out over the top of the tight material has him salivating. Nothing has quite looked as biteable as your thighs. He follows along the suspender belt holding up the stockings, eyes briefly grazing over the thin piece of material hiding away the very thing he would be buried inside of at some point tonight. But before he could eye the rest of what you were wearing, Midoriya speaks.

"Angel, why don't you stand up and show Shouto what a pretty girl you are, hm? Got all dressed up for him and everything." Shouto finally looks at your face, the bashful look on your face is adorable he thinks. You look just as shy as he feels but you do what you're told. Sliding off of the bed until you're stood not too far from the man himself, he has to tilt his head down to look at you properly and for some reason, the size difference has something stirring in his stomach.

He does his best to slow his heart, to stop the butterflies from bursting from his chest at the way you look at him through your eyelashes before you do a slow spin for him. He thinks he can hear Midoriya groan over the blood pounding in his ears when his eyes instantly dart down to the ample amount of skin on display when you give your back to him. He was right about the thin material of your panties, but this was much more than what he imagined. The thong was doing nothing to hide anything from behind, the string buried deep between your asscheeks and something in the back of his mind tells him he wants to definitely have you on your hands and knees at some point tonight.

When you finally turn around again, he has to clear his throat and look away. The heat on his face must be obvious because you laugh, not a condescending one but one that's more like bells chiming. "I hope you like it, Todoroki-kun." He tries not to think too much about the honorific, clearing his throat again.

"You can just call me Shouto, just sounds like Midoriya is the one trying to seduce me when you use that name." This time you do laugh, genuinely and his eyes snap back to your own, just for his hands to grow a little bit more sweaty and the racing in his heart to pick back up. You looked beautiful.

"Sorry, of course, Shouto." you smile, half turning back to look at your boyfriend who is smiling himself, before Midoriya switches his gaze away from you and onto Shouto.

Shouto shuffles a little on his feet, trying to give himself a little more breathing room in his pants before he speaks. "Uh, are there any rules? What's on the table and what's not?"

You step aside, letting Midoriya speak whilst you seem to busy yourself off to the side somewhere and it's taking the years of hero work for him to keep his eyes on Midoriya and not you, as you bend over to grab something off of the floor. "Uh, well, we did talk about it and there're not too many rules, I guess. She said it's a hard no on things like piss, scat, that sort of thing..." Midoriya has to look down at his feet, this conversation was clearly neither of them had ever seen happening in their lives.

"And for me, I may have taken some quirk cancelling cuffs from the agency—"

The two heroes glance over to the sound of giggling, Shouto's eyes shamelessly roaming over the front of your lingerie set. It's a beautiful red shade, and the colour choice is definitely not lost on him. "Sorry, you both just look adorable blushing over it like two school girls." Your eyes meet his own when his lips lift into a gentle smile, he can't help but be thankful you're at ease with the idea. He worried that maybe Midoriya had pushed this kink onto you but you seem just as relaxed and at home with both men just feet away from you whilst you were in nothing but underwear.

Finally, you come back over, stepping past Shouto and towards Midoriya who follows your own steps backwards until his knees are forced to bend when he hits the futon. Shouto can't help but watch the expression on Midoriyas face, he was so enraptured by you even as he offered up his wrists, allowing you to click on the metal and strip him of his quirk. "Love you," you murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku's lips, smiling at the obvious heart eyes the green-haired man was giving back.

And then suddenly, all the attention was back on Shouto as you turned around to face him. The space between the both of you seems to dwindle in a matter of seconds, and he can now smell the sweet perfume you have on — it's making his head feel fuzzy and eyes lower until he's giving the exact same look back; the look of absolute desire. The warmth of your hand on his chest has him jolting, body strung high and muscles were drawn tight as he watches the way your fingers delicately dance over his shirt until you reach the buttons on his shirt.

"We know all about my rules but what about yours, Shouto? What do you want from this?" your voice sounds like honey, his brain struggling to wade through it when all of his attention is locked onto the way your hands are now moving to undo his buttons, the brief brush of your bare skin on his has his body flaring in heat and toes curling again.

He somehow manages to gain power over his tongue again, eyes however still unable to break away from your now roaming hands as they brushed over his pectoral muscles. "I'm not sure," he admits and his heart flutters when your eyes met his, a little wide and almost shocked? "I mean, I don't know if I have any rules. I'm just here for you, and making you feel good." His admission even has him stumped, was that the truth? Was he really just here for you?

Yes. His mind supplies, he is most definitely here for you.

You swallow thickly, the subtle squeezing of your thighs not going unmissed by the man who was watching you like a hawk. Shouto figures that you're probably more used to Midoriya taking control in the bedroom, so his hands raise finally from the place they were frozen at. Both hands cupping either side of your head delicately, tilting you up to look at him and he can't stop himself from leaning in, a gentle "You look beautiful," passing by his lips before they're pressing into your own.

He feels your fingers curl against the undone material of his shirt, pulling on it gently to press the entirety of your upper body against his abdomen and chest, the warmth of the skin-on-skin contact having him suck in a harsh breath through his nose. Faintly he can hear Midoriya groan, a thump of what must be his head hitting the wall whilst Shouto opens your mouth carefully with his own, letting his tongue test the waters by brushing against your own. You're so receptive to his advances, letting him take control of the situation entirely and just becoming complete putty in the palm of his hands when his tongue drags along the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he's diving back in for more.

Something clicks in Shouto's mind, something deep and primal telling him to consume you whole. That he can't rest until he has you shaking and sobbing beneath him whilst he bullies his way through your walls. The thought has his cock twitching between the tight constraints of his slacks, so he takes action. He keeps the hold on your head, lips still attached to your own as he carefully manoeuvres you around until you're forced to pull away from the kiss before falling onto your back on the bed.

It's sinful, the way you're looking up at him, propped up on your elbows and chest heaving in shaky breaths. He feels powerful, too powerful, as he stands over you. Your eyes don't leave him as he starts to peel off the shirt, tossing it onto the floor to be forgotten about for now before his hands are on the black leather belt at his waist, deft fingers undoing and ripping it free from his trousers with a quick snap that has you jumping in place. Just as his hands move to undo the button, he watches you hastily sit up and place your hands against his thighs. A raised eyebrow asks you a silent question.

"Let me," your hands smooth over the expanse of his thighs, feeling the muscle tense the further you slide up. "Please? Wanna make you feel good first." How could he say no with the way you're looking up at him and steadily pushing him back enough to make room between him and the bed so you can kneel in front of him. His eyes flutter at the release of pressure when you undo the button and the fly of his slacks. The tip of your nose drags along the bulge in his boxers, nuzzling into it as your hands continue to stroke up and up along his deep-set v-line, fingers dancing over his abdominal muscles and down through the mixture of red and white hair.

The groan comes from somewhere deep in his chest when your soft warm hand reaches back down to his boxers, easily pulling him free and the air feels cold against the sticky tip of his cock making him twitch as you stare at him with no shame. The warmth of your breath has his hands moving up into your hair, brushing it away from your face just in time for you to flick your eyes up at him. He would've believed it were just the two of you if it weren't for the shift of something off to the side and just as Shouto glances to the side, it's like he's been punched in the gut.

The warmth of your mouth around the tip of his cock has him flinching, fingers digging into the scalp of your head and when he looks back down at you, you have the audacity to smile up at him as if you knew exactly what you were doing. Your tongue swirled around the leaky tip, lapping up every drop of pre that he couldn't seem to stop drooling before you took ahold of him at the base, holding him in place as you slowly tortured him with your tongue. The pressure of the tip of your tongue dragging along the prominent vein had his head spinning and he expected you to retrace the path you drew with your tongue, so when you slipped down enough to draw his balls into his mouth he moaned, pretty lips parting to let the noises free unabashedly.

Finally, you returned back to the tip of his cock, angling yourself just so that you could spit against the tip, gentle fingers stroking him up and down to spread it fully all the whilst you were staring up at him, eyes blown wide and he imagines he's mirroring the exact expression on your face. He watched as you leaned closer, not once breaking the eye contact as your lips parted to let his cock slip deeper into your mouth, tongue wiggling to accommodate his length.

"Oh, fuck," Midoriya moans off to the side, and Shouto does glance over this time without the fear of being caught off-guard. Izuku seems to be in no better shape than himself, his hands desperately trying to grab at himself through his loose basketball shorts despite being restrained by the cuffs. "Hah, she's too good with her mouth."

Shouto can't dispute that, the way your tongue is welcoming him further and further into your throat has his quirk threatening to misfire, his toes curling desperately into the carpet every time you gag and pull back. He sweeps his hands through your hair again, gathering it the best he can to hold it out of your way at the back of your head and he angles his body back so Izuku had a good view of what his girlfriend was doing to him, how her throat constricted and how her cheeks were streaked with tears every time she tried to take the entirety of his cock down her throat.

But he wasn't here just to be sucked off, the reminder of the hot coil tightening in his stomach being enough for him to pull on your hair to get you to release him from your mouth. The string of saliva is lewd, downright dirty as it snaps and sticks to your chin, dripping down onto the top of your breasts. His hand automatically comes down to the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as he can to stave off the need to cum on your face right there and then.

"On the bed, beautiful." he smiles at you, and you're quick to stand up and wipe off the excess saliva from your face before you're clambering onto the bed. He watches you kneel there for a second, unsure of what position he wants you in until he speaks again. "Hands and knees, let me see that pretty ass of yours." He loves how obedient you are, immediately moving to get on your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to present everything to him in a beautiful lace package.

He edges closer to the edge of the bed, his hands unable to stop themselves from reaching out to slide along the exposed skin of your hips and down to your ass. For once he was thankful for having big hands, stretching his fingers as much as he could to grab handfuls of your ass to watch the fat pool between his fingers before releasing it to watch it jiggle back into place. His hands slip back down over the curve of your ass, thumbs tucking against the top of your thighs to spread you open for his greedy eyes despite the material of your panties still being there.

If you could even call them panties that is, he watched the way your pussy swallowed the material until it was rubbing just right against you when you swayed your hips in his grip. "So wet already," his voice is low, dripping with needy lust when he focuses on the glisten of your lower lips. He can't help but lean in, mouthing at the exposed skin as well as the black lace that had been pushed deeper against you. You moan, finally, loud at the pressure of his nose pressing against your clenching hole whilst his tongue lapped against your sticky arousal. It was filthy, the way he was lapping at you like a man who hadn't had a sip of water in weeks but you tasted so good. So sweet. He wanted to drink at the oasis between your legs for eternity.

God, he wants you so fucking bad and every second where he isn't buried inside of you is agonising. How did he not know Midoriya was into this earlier? How many times had he missed out on being buried inside of you for the sake of his best friend's dirty perversion? He can't help but feel the need to make up for "lost time". So he pulls back, much to your whine at the loss of pressure and warmth against your clothed pussy but that's quickly forgotten about when his fingers unclip the clasps of your suspended belt before tugging down your thong. He helps you out of it until the sodden lace is forgotten about with his shirt on the floor.

The bed dips when he kneels behind you, and it must be an instinct for you to drop to your elbows and raise your hips up for him, the arch in your back well trained. It has his cock twitching against his stomach, abs tensing when he nears close enough that he can feel the warmth between your legs against the length of his dick. His hands spread against your ass again, spreading you open for his eyes whilst he rolls his hips back and forth. The sticky squelching sound is obscene when his cock rubs up and down your slit, and he isn't even inside of you yet. Did it turn you on just as much to be fucked by another man?

He looks up from the space between your legs just to catch your eyes looking at him over your shoulder, your hair was a mess and the look you were giving him was pleading. Your hips bucked impatiently backwards when he caught your clit again against the tip of his cock before he's angling himself with the help of his hand, the head catching against your entrance. This time he watches the way your mouth opens, the sweetest of moans dripping from plump lips as he inches deeper and deeper.

"Oh, fuck, shit." Shouto groans, eyebrows furrowing whilst he watches every last inch disappear deeper and deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass. He can feel everything with how tight you're wrapped around him, the way you squeeze and flutter when his cock twitches with the need to cum. "Stop squeezing so much princess, 'm not gonna last..." he sounds breathless, mostly because he is. It feels like he's run a mile, all his muscles drawn tight and a trigger away from failing to satisfy you.

"Sho..." you give him a minute to recuperate, to let him get used to the tight wet heat wrapped around him until you impatiently wiggle your hips enough to elicit a low groan from the man. "Fuck me, please, Shouto."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, stomach flipping at the way you squeeze at him again when his hips bump back against your ass. His hands find their way to your hips, flexing his fingers until he has a firm grip against you and you seem to know what's coming as you lower yourself down until the side of your face is pressed into the bed sheets.

And then he isn't holding back, the rhythmic pat, pat, pat of his thighs hitting your own is loud. The low moans coming from his left is enough to know that he's definitely fulfilling his best friends request but also your own with the way you're babbling nonsense, talking about how his cock is so big, "Feel so full, 's too much," and he briefly wonders if you're just talking him up in front of your boyfriend. Was that a part of the kink? To degrade your partner because you had to get another man to please you? He blinks a little at the realisation, earning himself a peek over to see how Midoriya was holding up in the whole situation.

And it's no surprise to see he had somehow managed to wrangle himself out of his shorts, big hands struggling to stroke himself properly with the restraints on his wrists but he doesn't seem deterred in the way he's stroking himself, moaning when you speak dirty about how good Shouto feels. The tiny devil on Shouto's shoulder tells him to engage in this, to see just how far he could push Midoriya whilst balls deep inside of the other man's girlfriend.

With a new goal in mind, Shouto leans his body over your own and hooks a large hand around your throat to pull you up into an awkward arch. You're looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips parted in a silent moan at the new angle he's forcing you to take his cock in. "Is it really too much for you? Your boyfriend not big enough to satisfy a pretty slut like you?" he watches the way your pupils expand, swallowing the beautiful shade of your iris whole. Seems he hit the nail on the head too with Midoriya who grunts, a loud thump of what must be his head on the wall but Shouto can't take his eyes away from you.

"Why don't you show your boyfriend what a good little slut you are, and ride me?" It's a rhetorical question you realise as he pulls out, the cool air of the room sticking to the sticky slick coating his cock whilst he moves around you to lay on the bed, angling himself so Midoriya would have the perfect view of just what he wants. You move to straddle him before he holds up a hand and uses his index finger to indicate for you to face the opposite way—to face your boyfriend.

His hands find their place back on your hips when you settle over him, hand wrapping around the length of his cock before you're guiding him back deep inside of him with a pretty moan. He does wish he could see your face, to see just how good he's making you feel on your cock but this angle, the way you're leaning back to press your hands against his chest, has him seeing stars. And clearly, it must be doing the same for you, it feels like he's drowning in just how wet you are when you lower yourself down and raise back up to reveal a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"You look so sexy, angel," Midoriya comments from somewhere Shouto can't see, but he can hear the way his hand speeds up at the new view Shouto has given him. "Takin' him so well, look at you."

His words seem to inject more adrenaline into your veins as you start to bounce up and down a little faster, but he can feel the way you're starting to falter, the way your feet keep slipping against the sheets so Shouto lets his hero stamina take over, gripping your waist hard before he's bucking his hips up hard enough to plant his feet hard on the bed. Then he's fucking up into you, pounding at a pace that has you nearly screaming, head lolling back as he continues to bully the tip of his cock against the one spot that has you twitching, thighs tensing and jumping each time he hits it.

And he knows it too, Shouto knows you're close, so he doesn't stop. Keeps the brutal pace that has even his thighs burning, and his balls drawing up tight as he throws both you and himself over the edge of the orgasm that he had been holding back from the very second you pulled him into your mouth. The way your walls milk him has his head dropping back, bi-coloured hair falling away from his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling trying to suck in a breath deep enough to steady himself. But he can't, not with the way you remain sat atop of him even when his legs relax back down onto the bed.

Especially not when you lean forward, hands planting against his thighs and you fucking grind against him. The whine in Shouto's throat is unsuspecting, catching himself off guard but you don't seem deterred, if anything you're moving with a little more vigour in your hips as you raise up, just enough for him to watch the way his cum spills out from your still clenching pussy and dripping down the length of his cock before you drop down again.

"Fuck, wait," his hands try to push against your hips to get you to stop, to just let his sensitive dick relax but you're not listening, rolling your hips back and forth perfectly and he can feel his cock twitch again, another hot stream of cum painting your walls. His toes curl painfully, every muscle in his body unable to relax as you continue to milk him for all he's worth, to have every drop of his seed buried deep inside of you. Shouto knows he could easily push you off, but he can't find that strength to stop you—in truth, it feels too fucking good.

"'m gonna cum," he hears you moan, but he can't see past the stars behind his eyes, can't really hear much over the sound of the blood in his veins running a hundred miles per hour. This time your orgasm is much faster, squeezing and clamping down on his cock which has the man jolting, fucking himself deeper into you despite the ache in his balls and the prickly pain of overstimulation that is making him feel lightheaded. He lets you ride out your orgasm until finally, finally, you roll off of him and onto the bed next to him.

For the first time in what must be ten minutes, he can finally breathe, taking in greedy breaths and letting his head fall to the side to watch you. You're in no better shape, sweaty and taking in uneven breaths. So he reaches over, cupping a hand on the back of your neck and he watches the relief hit you almost instantly, the coolness eliciting a gentle shudder down your spine. He's about to speak before he hears someone clear their throat, and he lifts his head enough to look over the mess of his own body to see Midoriya is in a bad state.

The man had came all over himself, reaching as far as his collarbone and his face was glistening with sweat. He was beet red, eyes unfocused as he continued to stare at the two of you on the bed. "Fuck, I," he clears his throat again with a gentle laugh. "We have to do that again sometime, can't tell you how fucking hot that was."

And Shouto looks over to you, to see your response but you're already looking at him with a gentle smile, a tired look in your eyes. "Only if you want to," you say, and you cringe a little at the way your voice is hoarse.

"Of course," he relaxes into the bed again. "Maybe next time Midoriya can join me."

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist' disclaimer: i would totally fuck katsuki if izuku asked me to lol, dont need to tell me twice

[starlazergazer]

Fallen Sick

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Summary: With a threat of invasion hanging over your head your role as senator has never felt more important. Your immune system, however, seemed to disagree as you fall sick instead. However, unwilling to slow down even a little to try and curb the sickness leads to Anakin having to follow you around taking care of you.

Warnings: None little bit of angst but mostly fluffy Anakin worrying about you

Word count: 4k

A/N: No request for this one but was something I wrote to help me get back into the mood for writing. Thank you so much for everyone who sent messages checking on me in the last month I really appreciate you!! Also I hope you like this piece I wrote it pretty much for fun so enjoy!

You tried your best to ignore how much harder it seemed to breathe in this moment, only allowing your mouth to open mere centimeters to allow air to pass through, your nose far too clogged to breathe through it.

Around you conversation of the incoming separatist forces swelled but you had since given up listening, instead choosing to fight your eyelids as they threatened to close, already having lost the posture war with your spine as you slumped over in your chair.

You could feel the sweat accumulate on your back, regretting your choice in thick, warm clothing in this moment though you could remember minutes ago when you were shivering, angry at yourself for not choosing something even warmer.

In this moment you could feel your body’s need for rest but refused to give in to it. The separatist army was a day out from the city, the clone army you had to beg the senate to send over was currently being welcomed to the area and despite the evacuation notice the city was still at 30% capacity. Despite whatever your body seemed to think you needed you were not slowing down until you knew your home was safe.

With no warning you swiftly closed your notebook before you, giving your advisors around the table a stiff nod as you stood “it’s a good plan and I have complete faith in it but at a certain point there is only so much more we can discuss before the separatist army inevitably descends”

You were met with solemn nods in agreement all around before your secretary of defense spoke up “we will stop them before they reach the city senator, the clone army you brought in will help with that”

And though you wanted to believe his words you couldn’t help but doubt them, see them for the empty promise meant only to console you that they were, but you couldn’t help but appreciate them, giving him a small smile and a final nod before making for the exit.

The door before you slid open to reveal Anakin Skywalker standing just on the other side, already expecting you. A small smile started to grow at the sight though quickly dropped from your face as you saw what he was holding, a glass of water and two small pills.

“Ani-“ you groaned softly with a roll of your eyes, pushing past him to continue down the hallway, Anakin quickly falling into step beside you.

“Don’t Ani me” he shook his head “just take the pills”

“I don’t need them” you objected, refusing to make eye contact, picking up your pace ever so slightly trying to hurry to the next meeting.

“Okay” he shrugged nonchalantly “let me check then”

Your pace hiccupped, a brief pause in your step as you side eyed him “Anakin-“

“Come on” he interrupted your whine, already shifting the pills to his other hand so that he had one free “two seconds just let me check”

With a small huff you stopped on the spot, turning to face Anakin giving him the opportunity to press the back of his hand to your forehead. And though you knew he wouldn’t have a good reaction you were still a little startled when his skin made contact for no more than a second before he was pulling his hand back with a hiss, eyes wide as he looked down at you.

“Oh you’re being dramatic” you rolled your eyes, going back to walking down the hallway.

Anakin lagged behind you for only a second before catching back up with you “You’re burning up Y/N”

“I’m fine” you urged him, putting as much force into your voice as possible as you tried to storm ahead “and I’m late so if you could-“

Your words died as Anakin hurried ahead of you, stopping right in front of you, physically blocking your path with crossed arms.

You froze before him, glaring up at him with your own crossed arm, a battle of wills you knew you were going to lose though it was still worth a try.

“I’m not trying to be difficult-“ Anakin started though you quickly interrupted.

“Really? Then what are you doing right now keeping me from my next meeting?”

He sighed dramatically, again extending the hand with the pills in it to you “Just take the pills Y/N, then I’ll let you go”

And in that moment you chose to ignore the ‘let you’ comment, instead quickly grabbing the medication from his hand, tossing them in your mouth and taking the water from him to wash them down. Not waiting a second you pushed past him as soon as you swallowed, your shoulder pushing his back as you stormed past.

You got no more than a few steps before you felt his fingers wrapping around your forearm, pulling you back softly. You spun around to glare at Anakin, trying to ignore the way his expression softened as he looked down at you.

“Look Y/N I’m just trying to help” he seemed to plead with you, his voice dropping down to just above a whisper “I know there is a lot going on right now and you’re needed by everyone but you need to do at least the bare minimum to take care of yourself. You can’t help anyone if you can’t stand on your own feet”

And despite how much you disliked it you had to admit he was right, anger slowly starting to sink down within you as you took a deep breath, unable to do much more than give him a small nod before turning back around and making your way further down the hallway.

-

You weren’t too surprised to see Anakin waiting for you in the hallway after your next meeting, though you were sure there was better things he should have been doing in that moment.

“Med time again already?” You asked him with a tentative teasing tone, feeling relief as you watched a soft smile grow on his face as he approached you.

“Got another two hours” He answered, “just wanted to come check on you”

You appreciated the truce the two of you seemed to have fallen into, though still refused to flat out admit that the medication was the right call. “I’m okay”

“Yeah I’ve heard that before” he responded skeptically, eyes scanning you as he tried to figure out if you looked any better.

You opened your mouth to respond when you heard your name being called from across the hall. You spun to see councilman Tusken heading in your direction with an eager smile on his face.

“Councilman” you greeted him, both you and Anakin turning to address the man as he approached “how are you?”

“I’m doing well” he smiled down at you “I just wanted to let you know-“

And suddenly it was as if your hearing had stopped working, a high pitched ringing sounded in your ear instead as you flinched ever so slightly, doing your best to act as if you were still listening.

The councilman noticed nothing as he continued to drone on though your head started to spin, your body swaying ever so slightly as you fought to keep your balance, feeling your heartbeat in your neck.

“Councilman I’m so sorry” you interrupted him, knowing you needed to cut of the conversation as soon as possible “I just realized I’m running late do you mind if I find you later?”

“No no not at all” he assured you politely, already retreating back across the hall as he spoke “it can wait”

You waited until the councilman was out of sight before collapsing into Anakin’s side, the Jedi’s quick reflexes proving useful as he caught you against him effortlessly.

“I’m-I’m sorry” You mumbled against him, trying to push yourself off his torso and back to your feet, using Anakin’s balance to anchor yourself better, noticing that the room seemed to stop spinning around you at least “I don’t know what that was”

Anakin helped you shift your weight back to your own feet though his hands never left your sides, as he stooped down to your eye level, worried blue eyes bouncing back and forth between your own “Yeah come on” he nodded slightly as he stood back up to his full height, pulling you softly forward “you’re going to lie down”

“No” you protested weekly, trying to shake his hands off of you “I need to-“ you couldn’t seem to get out full sentences, the disorientation taking full effect as you fought the intense urge to sit down on the spot “I need to speak to councilman Chall about the evacuation”

“Y/N you can’t even stand right now” Anakin argued, again trying to pull you though you stayed rooted on the spot.

“We’re still at 30%” you argued back with a weak shake of your head “We need to get them out”

Anakin sighed softly, reluctantly giving up on his efforts to pull you forward before coming back to your eye level “what if I personally oversaw the evacuation effort?”

You drew your eyebrows together at that, scrunching up your face at him “you?”

And he couldn’t help but laugh softly at your expression, giving his head another soft shake “If you agree right now to go back to your room and take a nap I will get every person out of the area if I have to carry them out myself”

And despite everything you felt your resolve crumble a little bit, feeling the sincerity in his words, knowing that if you were to trust the effort with anyone it would be Anakin. “You’ll make sure they’re safe”

His hands came down to grab both of yours, giving them a soft squeeze “I promise you I will do everything I can to make sure everyone is safe”

After a brief pause you knew there was no more you could do, no better you could ask honestly, and so you agreed, nodding your head at him albeit reluctantly “Okay fine”

At this Anakin broke out into a grin, pulling you forward again and happy to see that you followed him this time “Good because I don’t know how to put this nicely but you look like crap Y/N”

A chuckle escaped you as you let yourself be pulled along “you sure know how to charm a woman Skywalker”

-

You never liked to give Anakin the satisfaction of knowing he was right, very familiar with the smirk he always gave you that was more adorable than it had any business being, the look in his eye that told you he was going to hold it over your head for years to come. None of it was worth the trouble.

But even you had to admit the nap was the right call.

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had ever been, feeling for the first time in days as if you were truly fitting in your own skin, truly cognizant of the world. Your head felt lighter, softer, your muscles no longer groaning with the slightest movements, you felt good.

With a content sigh you picked yourself up into a sitting position, gaze falling to the window naturally, taking in the high noon sun without feeling a sharp pang in your head for the first time in days.

You took a deep breath, taking a moment to truly appreciate the break in your fever before it hit you, high noon sun. It had been mid afternoon when you went to bed, the only way there could be a high noon sun was if it was the next day, the day of the separatist army’s invasion.

You were on your feet in the next second, sprinting to your closet pulling out the first outfit you could find. You vaguely noted the sound of the door opening as you dressed in the closet, head poking out as you heard a voice call out.

“I’m glad to see you on your feet senator”

You smiled at Jaina your advisor, throwing a shirt over your head before hopping out of the closet struggling to pull your foot into your shoe as you did so. “More than that I feel fantastic”

And though you had a smile on your face you watched Jaina’s own fall as she took in your outfit. “You’re dressed to go out?”

“Yes” you answered simply, as if it were obvious “the separatist army should be reaching the edge of the city any minute now”

“They arrived half an hour ago” she answered softly, as if she didn’t really want to tell you that.

You swore softly under your breath, going back into the closet to grab your blaster, you’d slept too long.

“I’ve been told by Master Skywalker to watch you” she called back to you as you tucked your blaster into its holster.

“And you’ve done an excellent job” You called back to her “I feel great”

“I-“ she stuttered slightly “I’m not sure you can leave”

You raised a brow at her, already making your way to the door “I can do whatever I want, no matter what Master Skywalker said, he is in charge of neither me nor you”

“Right it’s just that-“ and that was all you let her get out before you left the room.

-

You spotted a familiar trooper in position behind a piece of rubble, taking shots over it when the opportunity presented itself.

You ran up beside him, your back connecting a little too harsly with the stone as you came to a stop, your chest heaving with your quick shallow breaths as you shouted over the battle around you. “What’re we looking at?”

His helmet turned ever so slightly for just a moment, do doubt getting a brief look from the corner of his eye before he let out a loud sigh, “Oh the general’s not going to like this”

You let out a soft chuckle with a shake of your head, taking the brief pause in lasers flying over your head as an opportunity to get a shot out before answering “what the general doesn’t know won’t hurt him”

“Right well do me a favor and make sure the general doesn’t figure it out” Rex sighed, just in time for a familiar voice to sound.

“Make sure the general doesn’t figure out what” Anakin’s smug voice sounded just before his body came flying over the rubble you were hiding behind, the jedi effortlessly vaulting the large rock before slamming his back to it just as you had done, his head snapping almost immediately to you, any smirk immediately dropping from his face as he took you in, “what are you doing here?”

You heard Rex faintly mutter a “great” under his breath before you could answer with a  roll of your eyes.

“I’m here to help”

Another break in the shooting giving you just enough time to spring up and get off a shot though just as you shifted your weight Anakin’s hand shot to your shoulder, pulling you back down to your kneeling position “What do you mean you’re here to help?” It almost came out as more of a demand than a question. “You’re sick you’re supposed to be resting you’re-” throughout his rambling his hands had started roaming your arms, checking for any issues before coming up to your face, the back of a hand resting against your forehead, before going to your check “you actually seem to be feeling a bit better” and despite everything going on around you a small smile grew on his face.

“I am” you nodded with a small smile of your own, “So I came to help”

The smile dropped from his face on the spot, the seriousness of a jedi general taking over once again “I don’t care how well you’re feeling now you cannot be here”

“I serve this planet not you” you countered “I’m not going anywhere”

Anakin looked down at you in dejection, unsure of what he could say in this moment to get you to leave when an explosion sounded from one street over, eliciting a string of swear words under Anakin’s breath.

He gave you one last look or warning before vaulting over the rubble calling out Rex’s name as he did so.

“I’ve got her General” Rex called out as Anakin took off down the street.

You took the opportunity to peak up and get another shot out, already planning out your route for advancement as you did so. “You’ve got me huh?”

“Just don’t get yourself killed okay?” Rex grumbled as he took a few shots of his own “I’d never hear the end of it”

You smirked at him, sending him a quick wink before jumping over the rubble, counting on Rex to cover you as you did so without a second thought.

-

You stared down at the piles of destroyed robots discarded simply to the side of the street, and tried not to let your own despair take over. You had won, the separatist army had been forced to retreat, the city was safe but at what cost? Buildings had been destroyed beyond hope of repair, people’s homes, businesses, their livelihoods all gone. You didn’t even want to know how many of your own had died in the fight, a fight that didn’t even feel like your own.

“You shouldn’t have done that” A familiar voice sounded from over your shoulder, you didn’t turn your head to respond. “You had nearly collapsed in the hallway hours ago you need to be in bed”

“I made it” you voice came out hollow, your eyes never tearing from the metal scraps below “I’m fine”

“Come here” you heard him sigh, his body coming in to block your view as he raised a hand to your forehead.

You slapped it away without a second thought, rolling your eyes as you took a step back from him “I said I’m fine”

“And I’ve heard those words before” He insisted, taking back the step you had put between the two of you “they were a lie then, are they a lie now?”

“I’m a big girl Anakin” you challenged, raising your chin to make eye contact with him for the first time “I know how to take care of myself”

“Do you?” he challenged, his voice raising slightly as the frustration built in it “because you’re so out of things it looks like you struggle to get through a simple conversation and you say you’re fine, you run a fever so hot your skin is uncomfortable to touch and you say you’re fine, you nearly collapse in a hallway because your legs can’t support your own weight and you say you’re fine. Then I finally manage to get you to slow down and take some medication and a nap and I find you in the middle of a battlefield hours later. That is not taking care of yourself Y/N that is a death wish”

“You’re being dramatic” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms defensively over yourself, avoiding eye contact with Anakin while he pointedly stared back at you.

“I’m not-“ Anakin exclaimed loudly before cutting himself off, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms in front of him before his gaze returned to you “Look it’s over, the city’s safe, they’re loading up the transports I’ve got to go”

He turned around with little more notice, barely giving you time to react.

“Hold on what?” You reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his place.

“Missions over” he shrugged off your hold, already taking steps back, his voice small and hollow “I’m glad you’re feeling better Y/N, really”

And with that he turned to leave again, giving you seconds to debate your next move before instinct took over and you yelled out the first thing you could think of “I don’t like feeling helpless”

Thankfully Anakin paused at your voice, not turning around to face you but at least listening.

“I love being a senator and working to create systematic change but a lot of the time it feels useless, we’re so far removed on Coruscant” You sighed, watching hopefully as Anakin slowly turned to make eye contact with you “Then all of a sudden there was a threat of invasion, people on my home planet people I swore to protect were in real immediate danger and I had the ability to provide real, tangible help, and I was just supposed to let some cold take me out? Give up on everyone because I’ve got the sniffles”

Anakin sighed at your words, leaning against the wall “It was more than just the sniffles Y/N”

“I know that” you assured him quickly “or at least I did by yesterday but at first it was something I could just push through, and there was so much going on, so many people asking for my advice I felt like I couldn’t let them down, couldn’t let my home down”

“That’s why you have a staff, have people to work with, people you can trust to take over when you can’t do it” His voice seemed to grow softer and more empathetic with every word, his tone practically begging you to listen to what he was saying, to really listen.

“I know it’s just-“ You sighed, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you spoke “isn’t it selfish to put your own needs before those of an entire planet?”

At this Anakin chuckled softly, the sight of his smile even if it was just a small one breaking through a few layers of ice, a weight lifted off your chest. He pushed himself off the wall and came to stand right in front of you, bowing down slightly to stare directly into your eyes “Not if putting yourself first now means you can continue to serve this planet later”

Doubtfully you stared back at him, your eyes dancing wordlessly back and forth between his, Anakin picking up on your doubt quickly before continuing “You can’t help anyone if you’re stuck in a med bay,” he sighed “It’s better to do little things now than be completely taken out later. That means you can’t run yourself into the ground Y/N, that means not pushing yourself through work till you physically collapse and especially not rushing onto an active battlefield. You need to take care of yourself because I won’t always be here to do it for you”

Reluctantly you nodded with a small sigh, looking up at him through your lashes as he straightened back up to his full height, a small, satisfied smile on his face at your agreeance. “Does that include now?” you asked him softly.

He chuckled at that, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side as he led you back to the capital “I suppose I can ‘accidentally’ miss my transport ship for the next few days”

“Good” you responded cheerfully, happily leaning into him as you walked “because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk anywhere for the next few days. You’ll have to carry me”

“mmmhm” he hummed back in amusement, giving you a soft squeeze from the side.

“Wouldn’t want to push myself too hard”

“No we wouldn’t” he agreed

“And how’s your cooking cause I think homemade soup is exactly what I need to get better”

“Don’t push your luck princess”

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Omega helping the reader try to plan the reader's wedding to whichever Batcher of your choosing and the batcher is in the other room overhearing everything.

Wedding Planning

Hunter x Reader

Summary- Now that Hunter has popped the question, you and Omega start planning the wedding! Little do you know, Hunter overhears and falls a little more in love. This is a part 2 to 'Marry Me?'

Part one right here!

A/N- Trust the process, romantic fluff near the end <3. Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind I took this opportunity to make a sequel to my most popular fic! To understand parts of this fic, you will need to read part one!

Word Count- 1,498

Your ring rested heavy on your finger. It wasn't anything fancy, not that you needed it to be, it was just a new feeling. While you hadn't had any jewelry allowed on Kamino- now that you had an engagement ring, you'd never go back.

"Omega wants you to finish putting her to bed, Hunter." You called to Him, entering the cockpit. His face lit up, you didn't know the real reason quite yet.

He nodded and headed back to her 'room' to put her to bed. You smiled, continuing to turn to Crosshair and Wrecker.

Though you couldn't hear them, the two people you loved most began their 'good-nights.'

"Holding up okay, kid?" He asked Omega, pulling her blanket up.

She gave a quick nod, "I... I missed you." She leaned closer, Hunter pushed back a piece of her hair.

"I think I missed you more..." She smiled, closing her eyes for a moment.

With a deep breath, Hunter started. "I know it's late, but I have to ask you something."

She found a new type of energy at his words, slightly sitting up. Much to Hunters dismay.

"What?" She was giddy, knowing it was good news from Hunters body language.

"How would you feel if I asked," Your name felt unreal on his lips, he was still getting used to having you back at his side, "to marry me?"

Her eyes grew wide, almost as big as her grin. She shuffled quickly, the blanket pooling at her waist. "Oh my gosh, yes! Please ask her!"

"Shhh, shh. It's still time for you to go to bed." He regretted asking so late, but he was eager to pop the question.

"How am I supposed to sleep after you've told me you're going to propose!"

Hunter gently guided her back into bed, pulling the blanket back up. "I know, I know. Can you keep the secret until tomorrow?"

She gave a vigorous nod, the covers resting at her chin.

He leaned down, pressing the ghost of a kiss on her forehead. Much like a father would. "I'm going to ask her tonight, but you need to try and get some rest. Promise you'll try?"

With a smile, she agreed. Even with the news, she was still exhausted.

You frequently thought back to the day Hunter got down on one knee in the middle of the ship for you. Your heart warmed every time, fidgeting with your ring.

"It's so pretty..." Omega commented. Just two weeks later you all found yourselves on Pabu. Rested and resupplied.

You were both crammed into her closed off space. You ignored the gunman seat, choosing to lay with her on the floor.

She had a grasp on your hand, analyzing the band. The twinkle in her eye matched the gem. "Thank you, Hunter has pretty good taste, don't ya think?"

She giggled, letting you have your hand back. You gave another glance at the ring you'd been staring at for days.

She rolled over, facing the ceiling, arms sprawled out. With a light sigh she began, "When will you have your wedding?"

You leaned back as well, one of your arms overlapping hers. "I...I guess I haven't thought about it too much. I'm content just finding an officiant tomorrow." All you needed was Hunter, who cares if you had a fancy wedding?

Apparently Omega, as she jumped up, "What! No, we have to have a ceremony by the shore! It'd be perfect!"

You laughed at her reaction. "This is no laughing matter!" She pointed a finger in your direction, "This is serious!"

"Omega, I have Hunter. A huge wedding will not change my love for him." She humphed and settled back down.

"What's the point of marriage if you don't have a wedding!" To be frank, Omega had never been to a wedding. Only reading about them in the books Nala Se allowed her, or hearing about them through her travels.

"I think marriage shows our devotion to each other. That we'll never part." You craned your head to look at her, she rolled her eyes at your confession. This caused you to let out another smirk.

Now, she was really getting annoyed. Giving your lips a swipe with your tongue, "Ya know, maybe having a small ceremony wouldn't be bad. But, I would need a maid of honor. Know anyone?"

Her smile reappeared fast, "Are you asking me to be your maid of honor!"

"I couldn't think of anyone better..." She shuffled to throw herself on you, giving you a big hug.

You squeezed her tight, just before a loud gasp came from her, "What?"

"The dress!" She yelled, "What will you wear! We have to see if Shep knows someone who can make you one!"

Her energy was contagious, you were starting to get excited too. "I want a ballgown dress...Oh and I could have off the shoulders lace, maybe even a train, but not too long. I'd hate to trip on it." Okay, maybe you had put a little thought into a wedding.

She was practically bouncing on her heels, now on her knees hovering over you. You still laid on your back, day dreaming about dresses.

"What color do you want your dress Omega?"

"I get to pick?" She questioned.

"Of course you can, sweetie." You could see the gears turning in her head. She was going to think on what style she wanted for a while.

You sat up, leaning against her side. "How would Batcher fashion flowers? Think she could learn to drop them? Cause I would certainly need a flower girl for the wedding."

"Yes, of course! I'll start training her!" She was excited to teach Batcher a new trick. You knew they could do it, but Omega didn't want to take any risks.

She raced out, completely missing Hunter. Who was leaning against the steps of the gunman room.

You let a breath leave you, slumping against the wall.

"Is she wearing you out already?" You jumped at the voice, immediately being comforted by the recognition of who it was.

"Hunter, when did you walk in?" You weren't bothered by it, just surprised.

He had a smug look. "I was just checking the fuel, then I heard you and Omega talking about weddings?"

You felt flushed, like you were caught doing something you shouldn't.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, I think you'd look beautiful in any dress." He stepped forward, about eye level with you. He reached a hand up, taking yours in his.

"You're such a charmer." You smiled, your head leaning back to hit the wall.

Hunter stepped up, joining you on the floor of the room.

You scooted closer to him, taking his head in your lap when he layed down.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" You asked, brushing your hands through his dark hair.

He closed his eyes, basking in your touch. "I just want you to be happy. I don't care what we do." You figured that's what he would say. You lowered your head and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Omega's ideas didn't sound too bad... A ceremony on the shore." He commented.

You continued to pet his hair, "Yeah, that does sound sweet. Who would we invite? I mean, I don't know too many of the natives yet." It was true you tended to keep to yourself on the island.

With his eyes still closed he responded, "If you just want it to be us five, I wouldn't mind."

"Well we'd have to send Echo a message, oh and of course Shep, Deke, Mox, Stak, can't forget Phee, also-" You ran out of fingers to count on. Opting to rest them back in Hunters hair.

He had a grin on his face, "We don't need to figure out the guest list quite yet. We can get married any day you want.." He was ready to bend at your will.

"Can..." You sucked on your teeth, changing your mind about asking.

"Hmm?" He pressed on.

"You don't have to... but," Why was this so hard to ask! "Can I wear your bandana?"

He opened his eyes, baring into yours. You struggled to read his expression.

"It's okay, it was dum-" You felt stupid for asking.

"If it would make you happy, I would be glad to let you." He reached a hand up, rubbing your side to soothe you.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He moved his hand to untie the cloth. "Here, try it on."

You snickered, gently holding the fabric. "What if I wore it on my arm?"

You tried to show him, but found it difficult to tie on your upper right arm.

He noticed and sat up, taking it into his hands. He took his time, smoothing it over your skin and tying it expertly. He only pulled away after giving you a kiss.

"I like it." You expressed.

"I love it." He stared, but not at the bandana- at you.

"I love you too..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hope it's as good as part one!!

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[en-dazed]

midnight cravings - yang jungwon

PAIRINGS: jungwon x reader

GENRES: fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of food

PROMPT: in which jungwon cooks for you at midnight

WORD COUNT: 1155 words

A/N: this is very mundane actually but i love imagining these little domestic moments with them 🥺

likes, reblogs and any interactions are appreciated <3 as always, let me know if you liked it!

You laid with your head on Jungwon’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His hand rests on your back, tracing soothing patterns on the small of your waist. The delicate touch of his fingers sent a shiver of warmth down your body. The clock on your nightstand showed half past midnight and you groaned internally. 

These were the moments you treasured the most, the ones that you missed the most when he was gone. You wanted so badly to just let yourself fall asleep in his arms but there was just one problem. 

“Wonnie,” He hummed in reply to you. 

“I’m so hungry.” You admitted, hoping he wouldn’t hear the loud noises of protest that your stomach was making at the moment. His fingers paused momentarily, the soothing patterns on your back ceasing as he took in your words.

Then, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, filled with warmth and amusement. “Should we order some late night food? Or do you want me to make you something?” He offered and your heart soared. It was past midnight and you knew he must be tired after a long day but here he was offering to cook for you just because you were hungry. 

A surge of affection washed over you as you gazed up at him, grateful for his unwavering care for you. You felt lucky, to be able to yourself Yang Jungwon’s and to have him love you so selflessly like this. 

A small smile formed on your lips as you reached up to caress his cheek. "Thank you, Wonnie. Can we cook together? I’ll help you.” 

Jungwon returned your smile, his eyes shimmering with affection. With a tender kiss placed on your forehead, he gently disentangled himself from your embrace and rose from the bed. Together, you made your way to the kitchen, hand in hand. 

In the well-lit kitchen you helped Jungwon gather the utensils and ingredients. You struggled to reach a pot that had somehow ended up on the top cupboard, stretching and standing on your tiptoes, determined to get it. 

“Let me get it for you, baby.” Jungwon came up behind you, reaching up and effortlessly grabbing the pot you were struggling to get. His chest on your back felt warm and you unconsciously leaned into him. 

Grateful for Jungwon's assistance, you turned around to face him, feeling your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and affection. His warm gaze met yours, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly at your reaction.

"You know, you're adorable when you're trying to reach things," he teased, his voice filled with genuine fondness.

You playfully swatted his arm, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Hey, I can be independent too, you know," you retorted, though the sparkle in your eyes betrayed your amusement.

Jungwon pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist as he rested his chin on the top of your head. "Of course you can, love," he whispered, his voice laced with tenderness. "But that doesn't mean I won't lend a hand when I can."

You melted into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being enveloped in his warmth. The scent of his cologne mingled with the aroma of the kitchen, creating a comforting atmosphere that made you feel at ease.

As you stood together in the kitchen, Jungwon guided you through the process of preparing the simple meal. He cheekily stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your hands as you chopped the vegetables. “I’m just trying to help you!” He said with a glint in his eyes and you laughed. 

Jungwon made sure that he was always, always in contact with you, no matter what he did. He made you stand in front of him as he stirred the ingredients on the pot, his chin resting on your head. He found every excuse he could to ‘help’ you, ushering you away from actually doing anything of significance. 

You couldn't help but steal glances at Jungwon, a sense of contentment and happiness swelling within you. The domesticity and intimacy of the situation made you feel giddy. 

He noticed your stare. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.” 

Jungwon's eyes softened, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "I love you more.” He whispered, his voice filled with sincerity

The two of you continued to cook together, savouring the shared moments and the anticipation of the meal to come. As the aroma of the food filled the air, your hunger intensified. Once the food was done, Jungwon urged you to go upstairs to the bedroom. 

“I’ll bring the food up to you. Go, get comfortable.” He gave you another kiss before pushing you out of the kitchen. 

You obediently made your way to the bedroom, excitedly waiting for him to come up. Before long, Jungwon appeared in the doorway, a tray in his hands, adorned with the delicious meal you had prepared together. He made his way towards the bed, a gentle smile on his face as he set the tray down on the bedside table.

Sitting beside you, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips, the taste of his affection lingering. "I hope you're ready for a feast," he murmured, his voice filled with playful anticipation.

You grinned, excitement bubbling within you. "I'm starving." you replied, your voice laced with eagerness. Jungwon made a big show of revealing the dish on the plate and you giggled at his theatrics. 

He watched as you dug into the food, his gaze filled with warmth and adoration. As the meal came to an end, you leaned back against the pillows, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. Jungwon reached out, his fingers finding yours, intertwining them gently. The warmth of his touch sent a comforting sensation coursing through your body.

In the quiet of the room, you both remained, basking in the afterglow of a shared meal and the love that enveloped you. Time seemed to stand still as you lay there, your bodies close, your hearts entwined.

As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily upon you, pulling at your eyelids. Sensing your weariness, Jungwon gently took the empty plates from the bed, his movements careful and considerate. He returned to your side, his arms encircling you, providing a sense of security and comfort.

"Rest now, baby," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody. "I'll be here, holding you through the night."

With those words, you felt a sense of tranquillity wash over you. Snuggling into his embrace, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep. The rhythmic sound of Jungwon's heartbeat served as a lullaby, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

As you drifted off you could’ve sworn you heard Jungwon whisper “I love you,” to you but you were too far gone to reply, sinking into the feeling of being loved and cherished.

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Picnic Date | n.r. x w.m

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Natasha has a penis, beefy Nat, outdoor sex, blow job, fingering

Word count: 2,296

Summary: After being on back to back missions for weeks, Natasha decided to have a little picnic with her girlfriend.

A/N: I know it's just supposed to be a drabble request but...yeah. ✌️

╰┈➤ Masterlist

Natasha had become utterly drained from a relentless string of missions that she's being sent to and was desperate for some rest. Wanda, witnessing Natasha's exhaustion, did her best to comfort her every time she returned home for a brief mission break. However , Wanda was getting impatient because she missed spending time with her love. It had been two whole months without any intimate moments, and it was making her very upset.

Summer had come to New York, and Natasha finally got the break she deserved. She had a whole month off, and she planned to use it to be with her magical girlfriend. So, she thought it would be nice to have a picnic date to relax to welcome the season and spend time together.

Truth be told, Natasha was acutely aware of Wanda's pent-up desires. It became abundantly clear when Wanda practically pounced on her the moment she stepped out from the quinjet, their lips meeting in a fierce and passionate kiss. Natasha welcomed the fiery embrace, but she also realised that Wanda's desires were on the brink of overwhelming her. Wanda's hands roamed freely, and Natasha found herself struggling to calm the eager witch.

"Detka, relax. I'm back now, alright? I'm not going anywhere," Natasha reassured Wanda, wrapping her in a comforting embrace.

"You've been away for so long. I've been missing you so badly, baby," Wanda whispered, her eyes filled with longing.

"I understand, detka," Natasha said, gently stroking Wanda's hair. "But can I at least take a quick shower and get some sleep? I promise I'll make it up to you."

Wanda pouted but nodded in agreement, understanding that the spy needed some time to decompress and rest. She knew their moments together would come, and she eagerly awaited the time when Natasha would be all hers once again. But damn her hormones. She was already vibrating with need since Natasha left a clear instruction to not touch herself.

Natasha had returned home three days ago, and Wanda is still untouched. The witch found herself in a constant battle to keep her desires at bay, and the wait was becoming maddeningly frustrating.

Wanda was even perplexed when Natasha suggested they go on a picnic date. Wanda couldn't help but wonder why her lover, who had been away for so long, would choose a picnic over a lazy afternoon where they can have sex all day long.

"Natasha! I don't want to go on a picnic date. I want to be be fucked. That's it."

Expecting this reaction from Wanda, Natasha let out a sigh and gently touched her girlfriend's cheek. "Hey, I made a promise that I'll make it up to you," she began, her voice filled with sincerity. "But can we just enjoy this beautiful new season together? Besides, I've been stuck in Siberia for a whole week, freezing to death, and right now, I need some warmth in my body."

Wanda couldn't resist a playful grin at Natasha's words. "Oh, I can warm you up very nicely, you know," she teased.

Natasha chuckled, her eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and amusement. "I'm fully aware of that," she replied with a wink. "Now, do me a favor, and wear that cute dress I got for you in Italy. I'll start preparing our food for this afternoon."

With a gentle kiss on Wanda's forehead, Natasha left their room and made her way to the kitchen. She was determined to create a memorable picnic experience for them. She began by frying marinated chicken breasts, ensuring she got her much-needed protein after her time in Siberia. Meanwhile, she checked on the blueberry cheesecake she had prepared the night before. The sight of the luscious dessert made her anticipate the picnic even more, knowing that their meal would be both delicious and delightful.

Natasha had meticulously packed a selection of chocolates, knowing that Wanda had an undeniable sweet tooth. She also included a few of Wanda's favorite snacks. Natasha had taken the time to ensure that their drinks were just right. There was a bottle of red wine for Wanda, her indulgence of choice, and a carbonated drink for herself. Natasha knew that a glass or two of wine had the power to unleash Wanda's playful and mischievous side. She had every intention of pushing Wanda to her limits during their date, teasing her until she's feeling too desperate. In reality, this seemingly innocent picnic date was just a cover for what she had planned.

Hand in hand, the two of them ventured into the woods of the compound, following a secluded trail that would lead them to their secret spot. Natasha had made sure that no prying eyes could spot them, as she had something rather scandalous in mind.

Once they reached their chosen location, Wanda set up the blanket and eagerly unloaded the contents of the basket Natasha had brought. She couldn't help but admit that this date was turning out to be much better than expected. Seeing Natasha so relaxed and laid-back was a rare and delightful sight.

Natasha found a comfortable spot with her back resting against the sturdy tree trunk, the rough bark serving as a natural support. She extended her legs, creating a welcoming space where Wanda lay down.

They shared stories of what they did when they were not together, occasionally stealing bites from each other's food.

Natasha's fingers are gently toying with the strands of Wanda's hair. With a playful curiosity in her voice, she inquired, "How come your hair color is now almost blonde?"

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. "Sam was so bored one evening and decided it would be a fantastic idea to dye my hair. Vision was there to supervise the whole thing. It turned out to be so damn funny."

"It looks good on you, baby. You're so gorgeous."

Then suddenly, Natasha's hands groped Wanda's boobs since the dress was showing off her bouncy cleavage and could not resist anymore.

"Sweetheart, you look so good in this dress. Your tits looks delicious as fuck. I can bury my face in there all day. You are not even wearing a bra. What a bad girl, you are."

"Natasha, you have been teasing me for too long." Wanda whimpers every time the redhead pinches her nipples.

"I know you love it when I tease you like this. I bet you are already wet for me," Natasha continued kneading Wanda tits while playing with her nipples which are now fully exposed. Natasha leaned down to plant kisses on Wanda's shoulder blade and the right side of her neck, leaving a few hickeys behind.

"Baby, sit on my lap. I want to see you."

Wanda obeyed Natasha's wish and the spy already had her palm up, ready to cup the witch's throbbing center.

"My, my. You are not also wearing your panties," Natasha groaned when she felt that Wanda was already dripping wet and circled the sensitive clit. "Were you expecting this to happen, huh?"

"Natasha! Please. Stop torturing me like this." Wanda leaned down and kissed Natasha desperately, her moans being swallowed by the kiss.

"I will fuck you good, Wanda." And the witch screamed when she felt two fingers enter her with no warning.

"Oh my god, Natasha! That feels good baby, keep going."

"Quiet down for me, princess. You don't want the others to hear like this? Or would you like to let them see how desperate you are for me? Riding my fingers like it's your damn job."

"No no no. Only you can see me like this. Ah!"

Natasha's curled fingers are going in and out harshly, hitting Wanda's g-spot perfectly. "You're so good for me like this, Wanda." She added another finger and Wanda's moans are getting louder at each thrust of her fingers.

"Love, fuck. I'm going to cum. Please let me cum!"

"Cum anytime you want, baby." With that, Wanda's orgasm flooded her senses at a rate which was too overwhelming and made her body collapse atop Natasha.

"I've got you. I'm here, baby. Deep breaths for me."

It took a minute for Wanda's erratic heart to calm down. She finally had her release that she's been craving for months. "I love you, Natty."

"You always say that everytime I make you cum." Natasha smirks at Wanda's blissful face. They made out for a while and Wanda noticed the bulge on Natasha's crotch.

"Let me take care of this now, baby. Please?"

Wanda decided to unravel the layers of Natasha's upper clothes. She reached for the zipper of Natasha's leather jacket, tugging it down with deliberate slowness, revealing a black tank top underneath. Natasha's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto Wanda's.With the jacket now partially open, Wanda slipped her hands inside, running her palms along Natasha's biceps. Each touch was filled with tenderness and desire, making Natasha's heart race. The jacket slid off Natasha's shoulders.

"Put your mouth on me, Princess."

Wanda changed her position and was kneeling sideways. She carefully pulled down Natasha's pants and her hard cock sprung out proudly. The spy reached Wanda's exposed ass and gave a good slap on her buttcheck.

"Suck me off now, detka. Go on."

Wanda almost rolled her eyes at Natasha's impatience but just simply leaned down to take the whole length in her mouth. Her mouth feels so warm and Natasha gathered Wanda's hair in her hands

"That's good, baby. Nice and slow for me."

Wanda continued sucking Natasha's length but was suddenly stopped by the spy. "Ride me, baby. Reverse cowgirl, yes?"

This position is one of Wanda's favorite. She can already anticipate how Natasha is going to fill her up from behind. She trusts that Natasha will be able to hold her weight since her girlfriend has muscles for days. The stretch in her walls was so satisfying as she sank down. "Oh god, love. You feel so good inside me."

"Uh-huh. You've been a good girl for me, Wanda. It's time for me to properly fuck you. Lean back."

Wanda did as she's told and Natasha planted her feet on the ground to stabilise herself and gripped on Wanda's hips.

"Natasha, please move."

"As you wish, Princess."

The redhead started her thrust slowly, feeling how Wanda's heated core is clenching on her cock. The tightness of her pussy is so addicting. Hearing her girlfriend moaning her name pushed her to pound from below.

"Yes! Right there, right there! Please don't stop!"

"I miss this pussy so much. You're all I think about whenever I'm away." Natasha reached down and played with Wanda's clit. Wanda whined even more for the added sensation.

"Natasha, baby. I want to see your face. Please."

They changed their position again and now, Wanda is laying down on the blanket and Natasha on top of her. Wanda immediately wrapped her legs around Natasha's waist.

The spy didn't waste anymore seconds and penetrated Wanda with so much force. "Baby, you're so tight. Jesus, I'm not going to last long."

"I'm close. I'm close! Please go faster!" Wanda clawed Natasha's arms as the older woman pounded her from above.

"Ahhh shit! Wanda, Wanda!" Natasha pulled out after a while and felt proud of herself when she saw how Wanda's pussy was oozing with her cum.

"Look at that, I gave you a creampie. Don't move, I'll take a photo of this." The spy held Wanda's legs up so her seeds won't spill out and took a photo of Wanda's abused hole.

"You're so bad, Natasha."

"You enjoy it when I'm being bad," Natasha whispered, her fingers deftly adjusting Wanda's dress and Natasha put on her pants as well. "Come here."

Leaning against the sturdy tree, Natasha motioned for Wanda to settle into her lap.

"I feel so happy when you're home," Wanda confessed, her gaze soft as she gently held Natasha's face. "I wish you didn't have to leave. Every time you go on a mission, it feels like my heart's being torn in two."

"I hate being apart from you, my love," Natasha replied, her voice tinged with sincerity. "But you know I can't refuse the missions they assign me."

Wanda nodded, her eyes clouded with concern. "I understand that, but I can't help but worry. I'm afraid something might happen to you out there."

Natasha's heart ached at Wanda's genuine concern, knowing that every mission brought a new set of risks.

"Hey, I have a little something for you," the spy's voice held a hint of excitement as she retrieved a ring from her pocket, presenting it to Wanda. "I snagged this while I was chasing my target in the bustling streets of Hungary. I had to duck into an alley to avoid pursuit, and there was this street vendor selling jewelries. This ring, it just reminded me of you, and I can't even remember how much I handed the vendor, I was in such a rush."

"Natasha! You really can't resist, can you? Buying me a ring while you're in the middle of chasing a target," Wanda exclaimed, affectionately slapping Natasha's arm.

Natasha grinned, undeterred. "It's worth it, my love." Carefully, she slid the ring onto Wanda's right hand. "See? It fits you perfectly."

Wanda examined the ring closely, her eyes lighting up. "It's beautiful."

Wanda couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. Her heart swelled with love for the woman beside her. "You're too sweet for me," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and affection.

Natasha leaned in, brushing a strand of Wanda's hair away from her face. Their eyes locked in an intimate connection. "Only for you, detka. I love you."

"What do you think about round 2?" Wanda suggested wickedly.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm going to ruin you."

[flowercrowngods]

The click of the Zippo opening and closing is almost hypnotic, lulling Steve into that familiar satisfaction of just the right noise at just the right frequency as he watches Robin’s wrist flicking the lighter open and closed, her arms stretched above her like she’s trying to touch the ceiling. Steve’s hands are gently swaying next to hers, in the nonexistent breeze of his bedroom.

It’s one of their weird private moments; where they get to have everything being just right that would get them questioning and judgemental glances from everyone else. The tingling sensation in their arms as the blood flows down and away from their hands, leaving them heavy and floaty in a way that never fails to ground them. But there’s also a safety to this moment, a security that they just get to have this without judgment.

Just the flick of the lighter and not a word spoken for over half an hour now.

Sometimes Robin laments, How am I supposed to ever find a girlfriend when this is my version of quality time? This is just weird. I’m weird.

Maybe, but it’s fun, Steve had said once, staring at the veins in his hands while a large water bottle was balancing on his forehead.

She had sighed and snatched the water bottle from his face to plant it on hers, admitting, It is fun.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s like…” Robin interrupts their silence, the Zippo never faltering, Steve’s eyes still fixed on it like all the answers to the questions of the universe lie somewhere in the peeling black foil.

“Hm?”

“Like, a point?”

“A point?” Steve asks, still following the lighter with his eyes, even as Robin stops flicking it open and closed and starts playing with the spark wheel and stone. There’s no flame yet, though, and it looks like she’s just stroking it almost reverently.

“Yeah, like a reason that we’re still, like, doing things.”

Steve frowns, lowering one of his arms to feel the blood flowing back into his hand, the sensation warm and familiar. Like a reminder. There’s blood in your body. You’re alive.

Is there a point, though?

“No,” he says eventually.

“No?”

“No. I don’t think there’s one. We just are. Not like we can stop.”

“Well, we could,” she says, and in one second there’s nothing, just words hanging in the air. The next, there’s a flame coming from the lighter as Robin presses hard and fast enough on the spark wheel. It stays there, the little flame.

We could.

Steve says nothing, just watches the flame as the blood gets drained from his right arm once more.

“Sometimes I wanna burn down your house. And your car, too. I watch you die in there sometimes.”

“Huh?”

“Your car. Sometimes it’s just; there’s these thoughts. Or, like, scenarios, and they’re super duper real in my head, and I have to remind myself they’re not. Just makes me wanna drench it all in gasoline and just… boom.”

“Boom,” Steve says, and it’s not the reaction that he should be giving, not the reaction of a sane person — but then, sane people don’t play with their lighters in bed or listen to their best friend’s arsonist tendencies. Sane people don’t see what Steve Harrington see, they don’t do what he does. What he had to do. When what he should have done was fail some tests, drink some beers and kiss some girls.

Is there a point?

“I promise when I get a new car, I’m gonna burn this one with you, yeah?”

“Deal,” Robin says, and the little flame dies. The steady click is back, and Steve smiles a little.

“And the house.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The clicking stops, and before he knows it, Robin’s body is wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest.

“I think that makes for a good point, though,” she says eventually, and Steve perks up.

“Cuddles?”

“You.”

“Me? Isn’t that a little stupid? And scary? Like, choosing a person to be the point in general.”

She shrugs against him, reaching up to hold his hand and link their fingers in the air above them.

“Maybe, but I think most points are either stupid or scary. It’s why people talk about it so often without ever, like, really saying something. I think you can be my stupid, scary point, Steve Harrington.”

Swaying their linked hands gently above them, Steve smiles. “Then I think that makes you my stupid, scary point, Robin Buckley.”

“Deal,” she says again, and there’s less of a threat about it this time.

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All I Need Is You

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: smut, nerves, and I think that’s all

Italics are flashbacks

Dallas wakes up to Nick still soundly asleep next to her. His bare body is practically wrapped around hers. She slowly moves from underneath him, trying so hard not to wake him up as she gets out of his bed. She slips on his black button up that was strewn across the floor among their other clothing articles from the night before. When she slips the button up on, she smells his lingering cologne. It’s a scent she knows she’ll never grow tired of. She only buttons one button in the middle, enough to shield her as she makes her way to the restroom.

Dallas takes a long while in the bathroom, just running over her appearance in the mirror. Her hair is a matted mess and her mascara is slightly smudged. Her lips are swollen and her collarbones and boobs are littered with scarlet bruises. There’s a comfortable ache between her legs, reminding her of the significance of last night. She and Nick had sex for the first time together. She giggles at her reflection, not quite believing that it actually happened. Nick saw and felt her body, and he treated her with respect, unlike previous boys in her life.

It started off as a simple date night, their 4th date to be exact, and one thing led to another. It was one fierce kiss in his car that led to her asking to be had on his bed.

Dallas reached up to touch her lips, her mind flitting through the memories of last night.

Dallas slowly closes the door to his room, leaning her head against the wood and taking in deep breaths. She could feel her heartbeat racing as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She was also shaking with nerves.

“Are you okay?” Nick comes up behind her, reaching to pull her back to his chest. His hands rub her arms up and down, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. They just shared a kiss worthy of leading them into uncharted territory. The last thing he wanted was for his girl to feel pressured or unsure.

“I’m fine,” she answers, turning in his hold and smoothing her hands over the material of his shirt that stretched over his shoulders. It was a nervous habit, and he had picked up on it during their second date.

“I didn’t bring you up here with expectations. We don’t have to do anything, you know I won’t force you,” he reassures the girl, cupping her face and leaning his forehead against hers.

“I know. Thank you for not being forceful. I really appreciate the way you care for me,” she says, her eyes boring into his.

She brushes some of his hair away from his forehead and presses kisses to his cheeks before kissing his lips.

“Nick?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you, do you want me?” She asks into their kiss, pulling away to watch his face for his reaction.

“Yes,” he answers with no hesitation.

“Kiss me, please,” he attaches his lips to hers, his hands pressed into the small of her back.

Dallas lets her hands rest on his belt buckle, soon letting them travel up his chest until she reaches the first button of his button up. As her lips are locked with his, she begins to undo each button, one at a time. She finally gets them all undone, her cold hands slide his shirt off his shoulders. Her eyes zero in on his abdomen. His abs are perfectly sculpted and his skin is soft and warm. She presses chaste kisses along his collarbones and all over the top of his chest.

“Do you trust me, June bug?”

“Of course I do,” she whispers.

He picks her up, his hands holding her weight from under her thighs. He lays her gently on his bed, his hands going underneath her body to unzip her little, black dress. As he pulls it completely off her body, she shuts her eyes, willing the nerves to go away.

He crawls over her figure, his hands pressed into the mattress to brace himself. He nuzzles his nose into the side of her face, pulling soft giggles from her.

His hands trace her hip bones, subtly making their way to the band of her panties. With a small lift of her hips, he slowly pulls them off of her.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, kissing the soft flesh of her thighs.

“Yes, please,” she begs.

He presses teasing kisses all over her thighs and her lower abdomen. His kisses spread down to her mound, her soft, almost faint, moans spur him on. He spreads her folds, salivating at the sight of her arousal. With two fingers he spreads her wetness, eventually pushing those two fingers into her core. She’s hot and tight. His fingers are sucked in and he can feel her walls start to contract around him.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good, please, you can move your fingers.”

He slowly moves them in a come hither motion, searching for her spongy spot. Dallas lets out a surprised gasp when Nick wraps his lips around her clit, her hips shooting off the bed and Nick has to hold them down.

“Fuck, do that again,” she pleads when he pulls away.

Instead of sucking the small bud into his mouth, his tongue twirls around it, flicking it until moans are spilling from her mouth. Her legs move to rest on top of his shoulders, her hands going into his hair.

The mix of Nick’s fingers pressing into her sweet spot and his expert tongue, brings her to the brink of her first orgasm of the night. Her walls start to flutter around his fingers and the knot in her belly expands and tightens until it explodes.

Her moans are raspy. Her eyes are rolled in the back of her head. Nick crawls up her body to hover over her. He leans down, sucking on the skin of her collarbone because he craves to see her marked by him.

“Do you want my cock?” He questions breathily in her ear.

“Yes,” she whines as he guides his angry, red tip nudge her clit, then he lets his length drag through her folds, teasing his pretty girl. She reaches out for him when he pulls away to slip a condom on, body running cold now that he isn’t on top of her.

He slowly sinks into her waiting heat, moaning at her warmth. Dallas’ hands fly to his shoulder blades, her fingertips digging into his skin.

With each thrust, Nick’s met with soft moans and whimpers. It’s so easy to get lost in her as her slick walls suck him in and squeeze on him. He has to bite down on his lip to stop his loud moans. He knows they’d be unbearably loud, so he presses his lips to hers. Her grip on his back tightens as she gets a taste of her own arousal from his lips. Their tongues tangle and their teeth nip at each other.

“You feel so good,” he mutters in her ear.

“Fuck me harder, Nicky. I promise I won’t break,” she requests, her fingers scratching down his back when he starts to really fuck into her.

Each time he pulls out and sinks back in, a brand new knot tightens in her belly. She can feel her nerve endings tingle as they start to become ablaze. Her legs wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into her, she swears she can feel him in her stomach. He ruts into her pussy, thriving on the way her chest heaves. He can feel his length start to pulse, letting him know he’s close to his orgasm. This calls for faster movements, he reaches down to circle her clit. He can feel her body start to writhe around and her limbs start to shake in pleasure. As he feels her walls clenched tighter around him, he lifts her hips up, bucking into her until she’s fisting the bed sheets and that new white hot feeling courses through her body.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well. Keep squeezing me, June bug. Just like that, fuck,” he lets out in a groan.

The feeling of her walls contracting signals his own release. He’s pretty sure he’s cum more than he ever has before.

He gently pulls out of her, his finger collecting her cum and sucking it off his finger. She slowly reaches out for his hand, eyes connected with his as she sucks that same finger into her mouth.

“You’re perfect,” he states, tucking some of her hair behind her ears.

“Kiss me.”

He pulls her into him, an arm wrapped around her neck and he brings her in for a kiss. A single hand lands on his back and her body arches into his, and he can still feel her shaking against him.

“I got you, pretty girl. You did so good,” he talks her through her coming down phase.

She rolls out of his hold, settling on just facing him as she lays on her side. Her body still thrums with an emotion she’s never felt before. It honestly makes her restless. She tosses and turns, completely unaware that Nick has been awake the whole time, watching her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He thumbs at her bottom lip.

“I don’t know. I can’t sleep; it’s like I don’t know how to process this feeling,” she attempts to explain.

He stays quiet, reaching out towards his nightstand to grab his laptop. He quickly sets up Disney plus to play The Mighty Ducks. He tells her to turn the other way, then pulls her body into his to spoon her. He places the laptop on the small space of the bed next to them. His warmth soothes her, her shaking starting to ease as she contently watches the movie while being in his arms.

“I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you. You did so well for me,” he states again.

“Thank you. For tonight, for treating me like a princess,” she responds, guiding his hand to grab onto her boob, finding peace in their newfound intimacy.

“Baby,” she snaps out of her daze, finding Nick behind her through the mirror.

He wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face in her neck. He’s only in his boxer briefs, but he’s so warm. She just melts into him.

“Good morning,” she whispers, her hands resting on top of his.

“Morning,” he says with a smile she’s unfamiliar with.

If she had to guess, she says it’s a mix of bliss and contentment, and also a dizzying lust.

“What’s that look for?” She asks, reaching behind her to caress the side of his face, she smiles when he leans into her palm.

“I’m happy. You’re perfect and you’re mine and I’m yours.”

She turns around, her lips barely gliding over his, a big smile breaking out on her face as she leads him back to her room, already pulling off her shirt.

a/n: So, I don’t necessarily like the way I wrote this, but I didn’t want to stress about it too much. I hope y’all enjoy it!