#wc: 312

[lgcsori]

family con 2024

"i return, but in a different way"

...

it’d gone so slow, yet so fast. sori had seen her brother make her debut before her, jealousy in her eyes, because she’d been a trainee at legacy longer than him. when she joined future dreams it felt like she was guaranteed debut, she’d convinced herself she would be debuting. but it didn’t happen, it felt like it was going so slow, like she was ready for debut, but legacy wouldn’t debut her. then she actually debuted and it felt like it’d gone so quick. the years a trainee felt slow, now that she looks back, it feels like she was barely a trainee before debuting. and everything seems to be going fast, debuting, her first comeback, her first time at the legacy family concert as an idol.

she’d been jealous her brother debuted before her, now she was thankful, the advice and support he could give her was nice. though the siblings weren’t performing together for the family concert, they were performing on the same day. before the concert starts she finds her brother, to get some support that he’s so good to give. “what if i mess up?” she asks, “won’t be the end of the world, just play it off well” he returns. the siblings chat for a bit, but at last, the concert needs to start, and it’s her brother who gets to start it off.

sori finds her way back to her own group, getting ready and trying her best to watch her brother perform, a smile on her lips, she knows he’s proud of her, but does he know she’s proud of him? the time goes quicker than expected, and it’s fabula’s turn to perform, they’ll be starting with baddie, and though sori feels a bit nervous, she also feels ready, and so, it’s her first time as an idol performing at the legacy family concert.

[lollipop-bribes]

The marketplace of Garreg Mach almost rivals those of the halidom back home, despite the smaller scale. There are peddlers of all sorts of goods, from meats and spices to weapons and armor, to board games and teddy bears. A marketplace says a lot about the surrounding area's resources, as well as what's in demand.

Gaius has admired many a stall on this trip, so far having purchased a vial of sword oil and a jar of honey (Jars!! Of honey!! No more hive-heisting for Gaius!!!). There's one, though, that happens to be last in his rounds, manned by a short redheaded girl who looks…familiar in a way that he can't place. Hopefully he doesn't have an unpaid tab with her from another space and time.

The girl's wares are sound. Silver knives with ornate handles, tinctures in fancy frosted glass bottles, and household tchotchkes of all sorts. The merchant seems a bit expectant as he carefully examines the goods, and finally, the subject of all his searching is before his eyes -

- and he can't help but be disappointed. Gaius is an appreciator of all things sweet, essentially without exception, but the candies that are on display here are probably on his lowest tier. She only has those white, chalky sugar tablets, the kind that he used to snag in a pinch as a child not much younger than the peddler, but never left him satisfied.

Gaius isn't gonna punch any gift horses. But demand requires supply - and he sees something in this girl. Something savvy enough to meet that need.

He shakes out his coin and presents the exact amount to the little lady. "Three bags of the sugar tabs please, miss. Though…do you think you're gonna get any other candies in soon? That's a big gap in the market, y'know. The candy lady only rolls by about once a week."

@lilmerchant

a sucker's born every minute

[bechaerin]

✦ * ·  ˚ BEST TIME OF THE YEAR. chaerin reflects on her past year at the market.

it was around this time about a year ago when chaerin herself participated at the christmas market.

she can still vividly remember that day. when she initially heard about the caroling world record, she thought it was pretty silly. romantic, yes, but still a bit silly. however, the more she thought about it, the more she found herself wanting to take part because sometimes you just had to live in the silly moments.

school had been stressful, and she wanted a change from her routine life, and so the holiday market came at the perfect time. if it were any other time, she doubts she would have taken part in it. life is all about timing anyway, and chaerin just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

it's also around this time when her life pretty much changed forever. the offer from lime entertainment was shocking as she never imagined herself as an idol, but she wanted to try. she wanted to do something different in her life. looking back at it now, it was definitely the change she needed and while the trainee life isn't easier than being an artist, it was still something new and refreshing.

now she's not entirely sure what her future holds for her, which is odd for someone like chaerin who always wants to know what's coming next. but she doesn't think this is so bad either. sure, she's still a bit stressed about her future as an artist, and whether it'll ever come. and she doesn't know what's going to happen to her as a trainee either.

nevertheless, she still feels liberated from her rigid life. looking at the buskers singing and dancing and just having fun, she's reminded of what she looked like a year ago, and she can't help but smile. she hopes they never stop having fun either.

[wonbinini]

💤. falling asleep in your bf anton’s embrace

genre: fluff

wc: 312 words

🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི 🦕 ྀིྀི

The night air was cool as you curled up on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket. The soft hum of the television played in the background, but neither you nor Anton were really paying attention. Instead, you were tangled together in a quiet embrace, his arm draped lazily over your waist while your head rested against his chest.

“You’re so comfortable Ant,” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling closer.

Anton chuckled, his voice low and soothing. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” you murmured, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you. His warmth, his scent—everything about him felt like home.

His hand slipped under the hem of your sweatshirt, his palm warm against the small of your back. His touch was slow and lazy, fingertips brushing lightly over your skin in soothing circles. The sensation sent a shiver through you, not from cold, but from the quiet intimacy of it—how natural and familiar it felt to have him hold you like this.

“You okay babe?” Anton whispered, his voice laced with fondness as he felt you melt further against him.

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Mhm. Feels nice.”

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You’re so sleepy,” he murmured, his fingers continuing their slow, comforting movements along your back. The gentle stroke of his hand made you feel weightless, like you could float away into dreams without a single worry.

Anton shifted slightly, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His fingers traced one last, lingering path up your spine before settling at your waist, holding you close. You sighed in contentment, breathing in his warmth, his scent, everything that made you feel safe.

“I love you,” you mumbled, barely conscious.

His arms tightened around you, his lips brushing over your forehead in a lingering kiss. “I love you too.”

And with that, you drifted into a peaceful sleep, completely safe in his embrace.

[thehusbandoden]

Ice Cream Thief -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

A/n: I don't simp for Bakugo, so pls let me know if his scratched your itch.

General info:

Genre: fluff/crack/comfort \\ wc: 312 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/15/24

Summary: you are having a terrible time. Your baby kept you awake all night kicking, you stubbed your foot on the stupid nightstand, and Bakugo has been working almost twenty-four-seven. The one thing you’ve been craving all month is ice cream... but you come out to find it eaten. With the carton still. In. The. Freezer.

“Bakugo Katsuki!” You call from the kitchen, seething with rage.  

“What do ya want, woman?” He calls back from the living room.  

“Don’t you ‘woman’ me! Get in here before I make you!”  

“Oh give me a break.” He grumbles, walking into the kitchen to see what you were yapping about. His eyes flicker to the empty carton of ice cream... and he realizes he’s in trouble.  

“What. Happened. To. My. Ice. Cream.” You growl, a hand on your swollen belly. The one thing you’ve been craving all month is ice cream. Your baby kept you awake all night kicking, you stubbed your foot on the stupid nightstand, and Bakugo has been working almost twenty-four-seven. This was the last thing you needed, the straw that broke your self restraint.  

“I’ll just buy you mo-”  

“Katsuki! Why did you have to leave the carton in the freezer?! My heart just tore itself apart! I needed that!”  

“It’s like nine in the mor-”  

“I need *something* to calm me down Katsuki! Why did you have to eat it?! Not only that but you left the carton in the freezer! And now I-” tears of frustration bubble in your eyes, your hormones are going haywire, and Bakugo can see that.  

Warm muscular arms wrap around your soft form. Bakugo brings you to his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly begin to calm down.  

You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your beloved. “Ice cream thief.” You scoff, looking up at your tsundere husband. He smirks down at you, pecking your nose.  

“I’ll buy you more, okay? Stop whinin’.” You huff, but don’t respond as you bury your face in his warm chest.  

You sigh in relief, knowing that out of everything and anything- yes, even your beloved ice cream- you craved your beloved husband’s tender touch above all else.  

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[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: sunflower || office romance || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 312

“I heard Regulus has a tattoo?”

“Are you surprised? Look at his friends, it would be weird if he didn't have any tattoos.”

“Fair enough... where do you think? And what?”

“Anywhere, we've never seen him with a short sleeve. And it's probably something like crows or boring figures. A classic black picture with a meaning.”

“Maybe a wolf?”

“Oh, no, too corny and pretentious.”

James finishes making his coffee and moves toward his table, moving away from the conversation, which makes him hold back a laugh. For such a quiet person, Regulus always draws a lot of attention to his persona and has almost the entire office whispering in the corners, discussing their theories about their colleague's hidden life.

Their hypotheses about tattoos became the main topic of discussion after a group trip to the bar, and it made James incredibly amused. After all, he was the one who started the tattoo rumor and knew it would keep him entertained for the rest of the week.

But few people know what is really hidden under Regulus's clothes, and even more so, no one knows that James is aware of every drawing and mole on their strategist's body. Work ethics, the ban on office romances, and all that crap... It doesn't matter.

James doesn't care if anyone knows about them, he will still get into his car after each workday and drive towards a house that is not his, use his spare keys, change into his slippers, and enjoy undressing Regulus, who is so cold in the office but so open to him at home. One by one, his clothes will fall to the floor, and James will slowly kiss his bare skin, approaching the bright yellow sunflower patterns that cover the man's skin in a dense row just below his chest, so that he can touch each petal with his lips.

[sunrenity]

ribbons ✶ nishimura riki

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ he loves tying pretty ribbons in your hair.

nishimura rikiㅤ✶ㅤfemale reader  .  g  fluff, est relationship, boyfriend! riki  .  wc  312 (0.3k)  .  bookshelf

EACH MORNING, YOU SIT at the vanity, light filtering softly through the window. the room fills with the gentle rustle of fabric as nishimura riki chooses a ribbon from the collection. his fingers, deft and careful, weave through your hair, pulling strands into delicate braids and knots.

"hold still," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile. you do, letting the warmth of his touch and the quiet intimacy of the moment envelope you. the ribbon slides through his fingers, vibrant against the dark silk of your hair, a perfect contrast that makes you feel like a piece of art.

he steps back, eyes scanning his handiwork with a satisfied nod. "there, perfect," he says, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. you catch his reflection in the mirror, his eyes filled with affection and a hint of pride.

"why do you always do this?" you ask softly, turning to look at him.

his grin widens, playful yet sincere. "because i love making you look even more beautiful," he replies, threading his fingers through the finished braid. "and i love the way you smile when you see it."

you smile, the simple joy of his attention and care making your heart flutter. with each ribbon he ties, riki's love is woven into every strand, a testament to the quiet moments that bind you together.

you smile, the simple joy of his attention and care making your heart flutter. with each ribbon he ties, riki’s love is woven into every strand, a testament to the quiet moments that bind you together.

"plus," he adds, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear, "i just love seeing you happy."

you laugh softly, turning to kiss his cheek. "you always know how to make my day."

riki chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "and i always will."

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[solsticehymns]

snooze: drabble

james potter x f!reader / fluff / muggle au / domesticity

summary: james is much more of a morning person than you, always ready to start the day with seemingly endless energy. you would rather stay in the warm bed.

a/n: had a lot of love on the drabbles i've written that are more cutesy, slice of life, james being the perfect man so this is another little snippet of cutesy domestic energetic james hehehe enjoy!!! -sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 312

The mattress lifts, and the warmth beside you fades. Confused, reaching out, pawing at the sheets with a sleepy murmur, you roll onto your front to assess.

James isn’t there. You glance around the entire room—nowhere in sight.

You then hear a faint whistling coming from the kitchen, just outside the door, left slightly ajar.

A smile crosses your face. He’s still there.

“Jamie?” you call out to him, voice thick and hoarse with sleep. Some rustling, a clink of a mug being set down. Footsteps, and then he comes through the door looking like he’s already been awake for hours.

How he looks so put together in the mornings, you never know. He’s always been an early riser, whether it’s to go on an early morning run, answer emails… You don’t know what he does, only that he's already done half of it before you've even opened your eyes.

“Morning, lovey,” he chirps to you as he enters, eyes bright and sparkling at you. You moan and cover your face with the sheets, eyes needing a break from the light.

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven.”

Another deep, soulful moan from you. “It’s a Sunday, James, come back to bed.”

He looks down at you with lovesick eyes, shaking his head. “No can do, love, got the whole day ahead of me. What are you gonna do today, Sleeping Beauty?” He reaches out and pokes your side through the layers of blankets.

You pull the covers down to glare fondly at him.

“Want breakfast?” he asks without missing a beat. You pause, looking him up and down—he’s nearly buzzing with energy.

“How many cups of coffee have you had already?”

“Oh, come on! It’s a beautiful day, come enjoy it with me!”

“The bed is pretty nice too, y’know…”

“So no breakfast?”

Your stomach grumbles. “…Yes, breakfast. I’ll be right there.”

☀️🌻 masterlist

[incandescentwarmth]

@jegulus-microfic – Day 12 • Amortentia • wc 312

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“Remus, Remus!” Regulus came rushing into the great hall with James trailing behind him. He stopped abruptly, almost making James bump into him. “Help me, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” flailing his hands between him and his fluffy-haired shadow.

James put a hand on Regulus’s bicep rubbing gentle circles into it, looking down at how his dark curls sat against sharp cheekbones. 

“I don’t see the problem.” Remus replied hesitantly.

“The idiot drank amortentia this morning and won’t leave me alone.” He huffed, brushing off James’s hand and taking a step away just for James to take a step closer again.

James looked dejected and reached out to brush a lose curl behind his boyfriend’s ear, running his finger across the line of his jaw. “Reggie” he whined. 

“I’m not sure how to help, Regulus. He’s not acting much different than usual.”

Sirius came running up to them then, ruffling James’s hair and moving to stand next to Remus. “What’s up, why’s Reg here?”

“Pads! Hi! I’ve been with him all morning. He’s been super grumpy but he’s so pretty when he is.” James said excitedly, stroking the side the younger’s face which earned him a groan from Sirius. 

Ignoring his brother’s presence and the show of affection from his doe-eyed boyfriend, Regulus turned back to Remus. “I can’t put up with this all day. Please just help me.”

“Help with what?” Sirius questioned, looking between the two of them. 

Regulus let out a loud whine of frustration, “What is wrong with you two!”

“James supposedly drank amortentia.” Remus told Sirius. 

Sirius looked wide eyed at James now. “Really Prongs? I thought people started going crazy when they have it? You seem fine.”

“What are you talking about! He’s acting like a crazy lovesick puppy!” Regulus shouted.

“Yeah… that’s pretty much the norm for him when you’re around, Reg.”

[devildomcuties]

Kinktober Day 1: Lucifer

pairing: lucifer x gn!reader

genre: smut 18+

summary: Lucifer enjoys toying with your empty little head.

wc: 312

warnings: degradation, dom/sub undertones, oral sex

kinktober day 1: dumbification

date: October 25, 2024

Lucifer cackled as you dropped to your knees. He sat in his chair with his leg crossed over the other.

“You’re just a dumb whore for me, aren’t you?” Lucifer asks with a smirk. “Can’t deny a man with authority, huh?”

You remain silent, despite the retort that sits heavily on your tongue.

Lucifer laughs, shaking his head.

“You run around these halls like you own the place, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly.

“Funny,” Lucifer scoffs. “Think your pacts with us are enough to cater to you. You’re just an airheaded little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you respond as your thighs tremble. You place your hands flat on your thighs, ignoring the ache of the cold floor on your knees.

“Tell me,” Lucifer cackles. “What is it you were after?”

“Nothing,” you answer honestly as your mind spins.

Lucifer laughs in his seat, the sound makes your thighs press together. Empty-headed except for him, his every move, his every sound.

“If you were any smarter I’d think you were lying. However, we all know nothing goes on in that tiny little brain of yours. You’re nothing but a cock hungry whore, right?”

“Yes,” you nod, nearly drooling.

Lucifer smirks. “Then who am I to deny you? Open up for me.”

You open your mouth wide for him. Lucifer smirks as he wraps his hand around his hard cock. He pats it on your tongue a few times before he pushes it further into your mouth. You welcome him with a greedy moan, losing yourself to the feel of his thick cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Nothing but a cock hungry whore for me. Head empty, tongue out for a cock,” Lucifer sneers as he hits the back of your throat. You swallow around him and he grasps your hair, fucking your face until you’re sobbing over his fat cock.

[cvoq]

In Commemoration of Her

Synopsis ﹐ You and James Sunderland are at Lakeview Hotel, planning to stay the night when he unlocks a key memory.

content ﹐Rated R (MDNI), SPOILERS! darkfic, smut, angst, non-con, pwp, descriptive/smut sex, somno, grinding, fingering, squirting, rough sex, p n v sex, james sunderland x fem!reader

╰╮wc 3.3k

Mary was a bright, sweet woman. Illness plagued her body when she was young and died 3 years ago from what you’ve heard. Apparently this “Maria” looked exactly like her, but where was she? You’ve heard so much about Mary this Mary that, that you knew James really did love her; For that reason he and you are at their special place, hotel room 312 looking outside of the illuminated Toluca Lake.

“James,” The name rolls sweetly off your tongue admiring the lakeside view. “It’s beautiful here..”

The cool moonlight hits your skin, reflecting you off the window. You’re wearing a white frilly sundress with spaghetti straps. As soon as you came off of work a few days ago, you took a trip to West Virginia with your bags packed heading to the homey-tourist-attraction; Silent Hill.

James was seeing something completely different. You turned around getting a glimpse to check on him, he previously placed a cassette tape into the TV that the room provided but it was just static. He was engulfed in what he was watching though. You chose to let him be in his thoughts and focus on yours.

As you recall, many strange things have been occurring ever since you came. While following James around, a little girl by the name of Laura tagged along with the two of you. She too was fond of Mary, however not so much of you. All you could remember was the girl's words that she exchanged with you in private while at the bowling alley.

“–James would never replace Mary!” She exclaimed clearly upset, her eyes welled up with tears ready to spill.

“I’m his friend,” You reply quietly trying to give the young girl reassurance. You watch her hold back from crying, feeling guilty. “Nothing will happen between us, everything that I’m doing right now is for her.”

“Rea-lly?” Laura asked, stifling through her words, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

“Really”

If only that were true. You wonder to yourself what the hell you were doing alone with a man in a hotel room during the dark. You really can’t pretend that you weren’t attracted to James. Ever since you’ve met him at the gazebo after wandering in the town for what seemed like hours, you’ve become “travel” buddies.

You choose to snap out of it, turning your attention towards James. He was on the armchair, slouched forward. He looked as if all life had been erased from him. Melancholy, miserable, you felt the feeling emanate with the void of silence.

“James?” You call out, taking a step closer to him on his right side.

“Mary’s,” James muttered with a pause. You pay close attention to what he’s trying to say. “Mary’s gone.”

You stand in silence, watching as James takes time to reflect on himself. You follow his eyes to see that he’s looking at the bed behind him tucked away in the corner with the night lights, staring at the pillows. You knew and took account of how lost and unstable James came off to be, but it never occurred to you how severe it was.

You pressed your lips, speaking softly to him. “Is everything..-Are you doing alright there?”

He stayed still in the same position, still not responding. It pains you to receive silent treatment from him but all you can do is wait for him to open up.

“I killed her,” James tells her with a defeated voice. His head stayed down as he looked at the floor right in front of him, not bothering to look up at you.

Your eyes widen and you respond with nothing. Didn’t he love her? You try to reason that maybe James was imagining things from all the pent up guilt he must have felt, but it really did seem that yes. James killed his late wife.

You’ve never felt more convicted.

“I’m going to wash up..” You say after a minute of pure silence between the two of you and James nods in response. Hopefully a quick shower would drain away all your worries. You promptly leave to the bathroom, leaving James all alone by himself.

For almost an hour, you stood under the shower thinking to yourself. You continued with the regular routine of brushing your teeth, combing your hair, and putting on a fresh pair of clothes which you had thanks to hauling around your suitcase everywhere you went. You felt refreshed that you were in new clothes but felt a dawning sense of pressure and guilt still there. You’re also a bad person if you somehow still manage to like him, a murderer, after all he’s done right?

Finishing your alone time, you swing open the restroom door stepping outside of it. “The bathrooms free for use,” you spoke while looking around the room to spot for James. There he was, on the bed without a blanket on top of him, fast asleep.

James' shoes weren’t even off.. he still had his jacket on, he was knocked unconscious. You scurry to his side of the bed he was occupying. The last you could do was get his shoes off for being able to book a room for the two of you. So you take off both his black leather boots from his feet carefully, trying not to wake him up. After placing them down nearby his bedside you look at his military jacket.

You contemplate if you should change him out of it but you wonder if it would be considered overstepping. You furrow your brows with your eyes lingering in his state. When James slept, you came to notice how his face was definitely more relaxed. His hair fell out of the way he styled it and his crease on his forehead seemed to vanish. He glowed under the warm light of the lamp, but he was a stressed guy.

Sighing to yourself, you move your hands to clasp onto James' jacket. Although you had to maneuver his arms and had to tug a lot, you managed to get it off revealing his gray long sleeved shirt. You place the coat on the nightstand beside you and get ready to tuck him in the sheets when you notice something.

A bulge, a bulge in his jeans. Your face flushes, staring at it for quite some time. Who knows what would’ve happened if you tried to take his pants off? What’s surprising is the size of it. It looked as if it was uncomfortable resting there.. but you just quickly covered James in a blanket.

You wonder where to sleep. The couches only seated one person and the night was cold. Surely, if you slept on the right side of the bed it would be fine. So you chose to climb in the sheets, on the far side facing away from James.

After turning off the lamp, you try to close your eyes but that led to you thinking about what you just saw. You smothered your face into the pillows but can’t help feel your cheeks warm up. You know it’s wrong. James only has love for his wife and you should respect that, so you doze off to sleep.

You wake up in a daze, feeling something press up against you. There’s a weighted feeling lingering on your back. A pair of hands hold your waist and- Shit. Who was doing this?!

Your eyes open slowly to catch a glimpse of your situation. It was James, rutting into you.

He grinded into your ass pressing his hardon into you. Grunting softly into the crevice of your neck that you felt his scratchy stubble rub against you.

What was worse is that you were turned on by this. He was in such close proximity, you could feel the heat emitting off of him. You tightly press your legs together clenching your thighs for dear life, feeling something build up inside of you.

“James..-”

“Help me with this, please..” He begs breathily, pressing you tighter onto himself.

“Al..” You hesitate for a bit. “Alright.”

James reached for your chest, groping onto you. You can feel his rough hands through the fabric, much larger compared to yours. He’s pressing them and messaging them with his palms, running his fingers over your now hardened nipples as you jolt at the sensation.

“I’ve needed this,” He admits grudgingly, taking in your smell. You’re so clean, floral.. so different from him.

You don’t know whether to feel relieved or shameful.

By now your top is ridden up, so James takes his time to place his hands on your stomach to feel your bare skin. You feel so hot, it’s suffocating. His calloused hands slide further to reach your supple breasts. Having you hitch your breath. He takes his time toying with them, squeezing your buds in between his fingers in a firm manner.

“-You’re teasing me..” You manage to utter out, embarrassed.

“Just a few more minutes,” James mutters, still rubbing your skin.

He then moves his hand down into your pajama pants, trailing to your soppy cotton panties. Running a finger up and down your slip, sometimes visiting your clit. You try to suppress your reactions but you can’t help bucking your hips into him.

“You’re -wet there.” James remarks in a quiet tone. It came off as he was flustered or akward, maybe a mix of both. You felt your heat pulse from his words.

“..I want more,” Communicating to him sheepishly. Afraid of seeming whiny and demanding of doing too much while doing too little, you reach your hand back touching his clothed erection. Then pressed your hand on it, trying to feel his girth through his jeans. His warmth emanated off of it.

James groans in response, nodding his head in affirmation. He moved your undergarments to the side revealing your glistening folds, slick from it was still strung onto your panties like a string. He’d blush, admiring how messy you were and rubbed his fingers up and down your hot pussy.

He slid a finger in, watching as you suck it in. Wetness seeped out from you onto his hand as he watched your face contort. You really did put lube to shame..

James worked his way to getting two fingers inside you. You let out soft “ohs” and “ahs!” with a flushed face. Your body felt so hot but your core was even worse, it craved for more and latched onto his fingers as he tried to pull out. Filthy noises spilled from your pussy, embarrassing you from the wet sound you were producing.

He rubbed his pads on the walls of your soaked cunt, noticing you tense up around them as he’s preparing to slide a third finger into you. There James feels a spongy area, feeling it and pressing his fingers on the spot.

“James-!” You yelp, tossing your head up. You feel yourself gush from your pussy, not used to the unfamiliar feeling.

He clenched his jaw feeling himself throbbing with need. The way you said his name was so endearingly erotic. James' pants felt so tight that any friction he felt within his confines almost had him losing it.

You clench around his fingers, gripping his hand placed on your waist as you let out a whimper. However all James does is tighten your grip on you, pressing down on your stomach continuing to fingerfuck you. You bury your face into the pillows as you feel the need to urinate as pressure builds up.

James then stuck another finger in, thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace watching as you go slack in his arms and your hips wiggle trying to escape his grasp. Did you have to be this sexy?

“Auh-Shit!” You moan, coming undone.

Warm clear fluid expels from your cunt as your abdomen tenses up, arching your back like a cat. You're so tight, trying to keep James fingers in as you shudder through your organsm. All that pressure is gone as you begin to feel a tingling sensation across your body.

After a couple of seconds of rest, you hazily look down to see the sheets drenched by you. James looks at his pants, wondering what he just did to you seeing all your essence on him. You squirted.

It took a lot of self control for James to not end up cumming hands free. His dick is pulsating like crazy as he tries to not succumb to the cloud of lust impairing his decisions. It’s too late.

You feel the mattress and sheets shift as you try to come back to your senses as your eyes wander around the hotel room, you see him on top of you.

“I’m sorry, I can't—” James exhaled in a shaky voice while looking down at your body. “Can we.. for tonight..”

You kissed him boldly for the first time, pressing your lips against his somewhat chapped ones. James' eyes widened but he eventually closed his eyes just as you were doing. He relaxed, getting more comfortable with touching you by rubbing your thighs. When James had the chance, he prodded his tongue in your mouth. You and him shared spit and saliva as your wet tongues went back and forth with each other. Messy like a makeout session but more intimate.

You run your hands over his chest, pulling off for fresh air as a string of saliva connects both of your mouths.

“Please,” You plead in a needy tone, looking into James’ green eyes. You toss your soaked panties to the side, spreading your legs apart feeling your slick coat the insides of your thighs. “Take me..”

Quickly, James unzipped his pants, although fumbling and took his cock out from his boxers. James sighed at the feeling of the cold air, giving his dick a few strokes spreading the leaking beads of precum across his shaft.

God, it looked so pretty. All you could focus on was how lengthy it was. He was well groomed too. You’d clench around nothing thinking about that thing being inside you.

You watch as he rubs himself on you, coating him with your slick. You gasp at the feeling of friction whenever he hits your clit and couldn't come to ignore his little grunts of pleasure.

James slid into you, bullying his cock into you halfway. He’d sigh at the feeling of how tight you were around him. Wet walls encapsulating him as he’d groan at how much he’d missed this feeling. You however, felt the stretch as you gripped onto the sheets. Legs shakingly wrapped around his torso.

He continued to bottom out, forcing his way into you. Hearing the audible squelch that came from you and James from doing so. You hissed at sensation, feeling so filled up as you place an arm covering your eyes arching your back.

-And that’s when something happened.

As you were still adjusting to his size, he quickly pulled out and slammed into you.

James' rapid thrust did not stop. His balls hit you each time he went in and out. He was completely infatuated looking at your body, watching your breasts bounce everytime he did that. You easily accepted his cock because of how drenched your little pussy was. He treated you if you were a fleshlight, something to be taken out on.

“Wa-it-! Too -rough!” You wail, not used to the fast pace. Your hips couldn't keep up with the pace as they quivered, having yourself being pounded by this man. Was it supposed to sting this much?

He ignored your request, drinking up the site of you as he let out a suppressed moan. James watched as your expression grew on your face, showing how lewd you were. Gripping you by your waist he fucks yourself onto him as he plunges into you. More focused on the heat of the moment than the lasting consequences.

Skin slapping echoed off the walls of the room. You try to get a hold of yourself, but your body was reacting in different ways. Your sloppy cunt leaked out onto the messy bed sheets, dirtying the vicinity more. You felt your pelvis rub against his, which already got sticky from you. So many moans left your mouth, but you can’t help but wonder what was going on in James' mind for him to be treating you in this way with the little amount of thought you had left.

“Hah..—You’re -driving me crazy,” James’ exhaled in between grunts having a tighter hold on you. He leaned his head down to your chest and latched onto your nipples. Sucking hard onto your tit as if he was expecting you to lactate out of nowhere or something.

Your head rolled back into the pillows, getting so much stimulation as your body jolted from his assault. The way James treated you during sex was like a cheap hooker and you couldn’t help but feel disgusting for loving all of it. Your legs at this point were in the air and about to give up. You just needed more time to experience this, but based off the way there was buildup of pressure in your core, it wouldn’t last too long.

His saliva coated your chest as he managed to hit the same rigid point in your walls. You let out the most salacious sound as you bucked your hips into him, urging James to do it again. Everytime he managed to grind himself against that one spot you’d tense up and clench around him with your gummy walls. All this time he was holding off the urge to release right in you. You were too good for a guy like him.

James had to reciprocate in one way or the other, so he moved one of his hands from your waist, trailing down to your pelvic region. He got his hands lubricated in your hot slick, and began circling your bundle of nerves sending you ablaze. You tighten around him like a vice, feeling yourself gushing all over his cock. He managed to try and go as deep as he could go, as if he was trying to reach your stomach.

Pleasure hit him like a flood. Warm ropes of semen filled you as he groaned, waiting for his load to empty inside of you.

You feel the substance flow into you. Suddenly, realization hits you and began pressing your hands on his chest.

“-James’ pull-out!” You urged quickly, unsure if Plan-B was available around these parts of town. Even so, James wouldn’t budge off of you. He instead gave a few pumps, riding out his orgasm while rubbing your clit, coaxing you to your bliss in which you quickly followed.

“I’m-!” You sob with a hoarse voice. You held onto James’ shoulders for stability reaching your peak. All the buildup crashes down on you as a pulse is sent all the way from your spine, making you bend your back from the mattress. Milky fluid bubbles out of the seams around his cock. You almost get knocked out from how powerful it was. Crashing onto the sheets.

You both stay in silence, catching your expirated breaths trying to regain yourselves. You hear James heavy breathing as he rests on top of you, engulfing you in a hug.

Moonlight shunned through the windows, being the only source of light in the room. You couldn’t make out his face but he clung onto really hard. Your face went cold after the afterglow washed over. James just came inside of you.

You tried to get him off but he was too heavy, his grip increased more. Almost enough to bruise you. You felt warm splotches on your shirt, looking down at James, beginning to apprehend your situation.

“Mary..” He crooned, burying his face into your chest. “Mary..”

authors note ︵ ✦ Didn’t see that much works for Silent Hill 2 so I thought I’d contribute! Interpret the ending however you like, first fic! Once I get my AO3 account, I’ll probably post this..

[afyrian]

drive in movie w/ akaashi | wc: 312 m.list

    soft wind runs along your arm, sending goosebumps up and down your extremities. you bring your hands up, rubbing them on your biceps in the hopes of warming yourself up. however, your efforts seem fruitless as the wind just picks up more. your fingers quickly tap against your arm, mentally ready to stand up and find akaashi.

  luckily for you, you didn’t have to lift a finger as a jacket is placed across your shoulders, “sorry, they’re selling ramen here, figured it’d be warm.. and the line wouldn’t be long.”

  you look up at him, watching as he smiles to himself, grabbing the two bowls of ramen off of the hood of his car. you quickly look back at the screen, your infatuation of him feels far too large for how long you’ve known him. and frankly, you’d rather akaashi not see you looking at him like he’s your soulmate. 

  “it’s okay, this jacket was definitely worth the wait,” grabbing your bowl from him, you flash him a quick smile, feeling the warmth of the broth travel through your fingers.

  “well that’s good,” akaashi moves his chair a little closer to you, your hands nearly touching as his dangle off the end of his armrest, “i hope you like this movie, i know you’re a big fan of this genre, and the director.”

  you purse your lips, staring at the passing commercials, the little radio beside you playing the corresponding noises. honestly, you would like any movie that akaashi showed you, his view of the world more beautiful than you could ever comprehend. even if you didn’t like the movie itself, you’d like it simply because of the love he puts into showing it to you.

  “yeah, i think i’ll love it,” turning to look at him, you can feel your fingers touch ever so slightly, a shock running between them. 

[steves-sub]

Prologue

Summary: Steve comes up with an idea

Warning(s): Dark!Team Cap (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff), MINOR DNI, Drinking, Implied non-con, and kidnapping. 

WC: 312 (I promise these will be longer)

Taglist; @marvel-fandom23

Since the events in Germany, Steve Rogers has been hiding out in the cabin with Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Wanda Maximoff. On the run from the law, they only had each other to rely on. Since then, nothing has happened with his sexual life. Due to the fact that everyone there was a Dom, he couldn't turn to his teammates for assistance. So while sitting with the rest of the team outside, Steve decided to propose an idea. 

"So, I've been thinking recently," he said to the group of people around him. “Anyone else been extremely horny?” He questioned as he took a sip of his beer. In response, Bucky offered a chuckle, "If you are proposing what I think you are, I’m out.” Sam agreed, "No way." Steve realized his mistake and stopped them. "Oh no, not like that.” 

“So what are you thinking then, Captain?” Natasha asked as she crossed her legs. “Look, we've been stuck in the cabin for a while. It doesn't seem like we're getting out anytime soon. So," he paused, "how about bringing someone in to help us?" Wanda looked at him with a questioning face, “Like a stripper?” He laughed at her answer with a smirk. “I was thinking of a more permanent solution.”

Suddenly, the only sound they heard was the cackling of the fire they sat around. Steve knew this was a big proposition. Bucky was the first to speak. “If we do it, how do we go about it?” He spoke as he twisted the top off the beer with his metal arm. “We can figure that out together, but I think that we all need to meet the person before we take them,” Steve responded. “Sounds like you already have someone in mind,” Natasha smirked.

Steve let out an exhale, “I got the perfect little sunflower for us.”

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES!! Would love input

[svfttachi]

Would you be able to write a oneshot or some headcanons for Kuroko x reader where reader is always hugging him from behind and giving him butterfly kisses while he's just standing there straight face? The episode at the pool where Momoi is shaking him back and forth cracks me up. "he's got the looks and personality of old drywall" 😭

wc — 312

type — kuroko tetsuya x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ pls, these cute requests are too much, and i go overboard a little. but that's a good thing! actually, this specific request makes me miss actively watching knb. kinda want to rewatch it... anyway, hope you enjoy!

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❥ Kuroko Tetsuya’s known for holding a straight, nonchalant expression on his face.

❥ However, only a select few were allowed to see the emotion that is buried deep within his body, and you were one of those people.

❥ Your way of expressing your love for someone is through physical touch.

❥ But the first time you gave your partner, Kuroko, a hug, he froze up immediately.

❥ Before the two of you got together, the only person who’d give him hugs and affection was Momoi, but he saw it as a mere-friendly reaction.

❥ Yet, when you hugged him from either behind or the front, Kuroko wouldn’t understand what to do in that situation, particularly for the first month or so of your relationship.

❥ As time went by, Kuroko grew more comfortable with you, so his reaction is less dramatic than before whenever you give him your back hugs.

❥ Butterfly kisses landing on his cheek on the other hand… that took some time for him to adjust to.

❥ Again, Kuroko wasn’t really big on physical attention before getting together with you, so he, especially, wasn’t used to the sudden, warm feeling overloading his cheeks whenever your lips made contact with them.

❥ It took even longer for him to get used to your surprise kisses than it did for the hugs.

❥ Nonetheless, Kuroko’s back to his neutral appearance whenever you give him the slightest bit of physical attention, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t bubbling with happiness and warmth within.

❥ He may not know how to express it on his face or through his actions properly, but everyday, he tries his best for you.

❥ Occasionally, those small acts of love bring the tiniest hint of a smile to his lips along with a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

❥ Kuroko Tetsuya may be a shadowy figure to others, but to you… he’s the light in your eyes.

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[thehusbandoden]

M'love -Alpha Mate!Todoroki Shoto x Female!Omega Reader

A/n: I haven't written for my beloved Shoto in so long haha

General info:

Genre: fluff/reverse comfort \\ wc: 312 \\ female omega reader \\ posted: 03/25/24

You and Shoto became mates right after high school. You were both broke and didn’t have the means to get your own place. The burning need to be close to one another stopped you from living separately, so you moved into Shoto’s family home. It was awkward, and constantly toxic, but it was the best you could currently do. 

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You walk into the Japanese style house, taking your shoes off at the doorway. You stumble into the room you share with your beloved alpha, Shoto. He was laying in bed, asleep. You take your hero gear off before pulling on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.  

You sigh, inhaling the familiar scent of your alpha. You relaxed further, crawling into bed. He shifts, instinctually pulling you to his chest. You giggle softly, purring at the way his face pressed against your neck. You felt like you were in heaven.  

Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes found yours as he slowly woke up. You smile, pressing your cheek against his. “Did I wake you?” You whisper. Shoto sleepily nodded, pulling himself up to lay his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.  

You frown slightly, Shoto usually leaned on you like this when he needed comfort, opting to pull you onto his chest most of the time. 

“Is everything alright?” You purr into his ear. His brows relax as he hears your soothing purrs.  

“Just my father...” he murmured.  

“What happened this time? Do you want to talk about it?” You kiss his forehead gently, lightly scenting him to help him relax.  

“He was just complaining about you again, m’love. Don’t worry about it though, his opinion doesn’t matter to me.” He looks up at you like you hung the moon, his warm hand finding your cheek. You lean into his touch, purring.  

“Love you.” You murmur, petting his hair soothingly. He smiles up at you, blessing you with the rare sight of his smile.  

“I love you more.”  

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[coyotelip]

☆ jegulus kinktober day 9: lingerie || married sapphic jeggy fluff ♡ || @jeguluskinktoberr || wc: 312

"Do you think I'm getting fat?"

Regulus's voice sounds worried and sad, and it makes James look up from her smartphone to look at her wife.

And she sees an ideal in front of her.

Her woman's rounded form is almost completely naked, dressed only in her favorite emerald lingerie set. James could say it's her favorite, too, but she'd be honest - any set of lingerie on Regulus becomes her favorite. Or the lack thereof.

Standing in front of the mirror, Regulus looks at her body, especially her hips and stomach, with a downcast expression. The elastic straps of her underwear hug her female form, and from a logical point of view, someone would indeed say that the underwear is one size too small.

But not James. The sight of tender skin and plump thighs covered in straps like this attracts her attention even more than before.

"Oh, honey," she hurries to her lover to stand behind her and meet woman's eyes in the mirror. Blue irises are sad and the corners of Regulus' lips are down. "You know what they say? A woman in a healthy and happy relationship always gains a little weight, not having to keep fit because she's sure she'll still be loved. Right?"

Regulus presses her lips together without answering, but nods briefly. She looks down and wraps her arms around herself to cover her exposed stomach. James places a hand on top of the woman's, hugging her from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder.

"You are perfect. And you need to know that I love you just as much this way. Maybe even more, because now it feels even better to hug you," turning her head, James leaves a soft kiss on the woman's neck, watching in the mirror as a subtle smile touches her lips and her cheeks blush at these words.