#wow i managed to draw him fully clothed for once

[oruok]

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[queenimmadolla]

CAUGHT PANTS DOWN

(young parents!eddie munson x reader fluff)

more dad!ddie, mom!reader and penny adventures can be found on my masterlist

summary: Eddie catches you pantsing your 7 month old baby.

warnings: fluff! 20y/o reader, 21y/o Eddie, young parents!

a/n: just a little thing based on a tiktok I saw yesterday that I immediately had to write about, it was so adorable and I knew it was something reader would do (because I am also reader and I want to do it). not beta’d, but happy reading! let me know what you think and if you’ve submitted prompts about the pennyverse *rubs hands like a fly* i’m working on them and thank you so much! now I don’t even have to write a separate work about it, I’m just going to wait for someone or something to prompt me to post the moment and make a Pennyverse directory!

You were staring at her; Penny, your 7-month old daughter, had managed to pull herself up, using the dresser mounted into the wall to steady herself. She clutched onto that same open, bottom drawer with a chubby, dimpled hand as the other lazily rooted inside, through its contents.

Bonding with her—or rather the idea of her—while she had been in your tummy proved to be a challenge for you. You’d been fully aware you were growing a human being, but connecting that human being to being your daughter; trying to establish a relational bond, was tasking! You had talked to your bump, felt her kick under your palm where it lay resting over your protruding stomach, but the wow factor never morphed into something of motherly adoration.

Not until you actually met her. Penny had become your little best friend and you loved (as well as despised) to see her grow and advance. Your little baby had gone from needing to be carried everywhere to attempting to crawl! She couldn’t get very far before she’d tire and slump face first into the ground, her little diaper covered booty just slightly in the air, but she was still growing and learning. You had watched as she crawled her way from the living room to the bedroom. She’d taken a breather in the doorway before the slightly open dresser drawer caught her attention, and as expected of a curious baby; Penny had decided invading your privacy was to be her top priority. She looked so dang cute doing it, too. Penny had been laying down on her back before she had decided to make another go of crawling, so the short curls on the back of her head were flattened while the rest of it was doing whatever it wanted. She was wearing a onesie with an adorable pair of baby sweats on. You’d seen baby clothes before you had even been pregnant, obviously, but they were always just baby clothes to you back then. Now, they were baby clothes; cute little miniature versions of what adults wore! And yes, you did make sure her outfits matched yours more often than not. When she wasn’t matching you, she was wearing something with a sickeningly cute punny phrase relating to baby stuff, or she was dressed like Eddie (that was actually your favorite to see). But those damn sweats. She looked so cute in them, you almost couldn’t stand it. There was one, strange thought you had about them, though. An intrusive one, if you will. You’d been at war with it from the moment she stood up, and with a shrug you crawled forward, trying to remain as quiet as possible so as to not draw her attention to you.

Once you were close enough, you gripped the sides of her little sweats and tugged them down, quickly backing up as she slowly became aware of what you’d done. You couldn’t stop grinning as she abandoned messing up Eddie’s socks; dropping a pair, in favor of slowly and clumsily reaching down to grip the hem of her sweatpants. You heard the musical sound of Eddie’s laughter and twisted around to see him watching the two of you, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom with his arms crossed as his shoulder shook. “Did you just pants our daughter?” A hand reached up to hide your smile as you giggled into your palm, feeling giddy at having been caught. You glanced back at Penny and nearly fell forward with the force of your laughter as you realized she was trying to awkwardly pull her sweatpants back up in place, she still didn’t have very good motor skills. 

You knew she couldn’t really feel embarrassed yet, but you felt like she should have been.

Once you’d calmed down, you managed to chuckle out, “I totally got her!”

Eddie couldn’t control his laughter at the sight of her, either. Snickering, he made his way over to the two of you and crouched as he pulled her pants up for her but it didn’t look like she cared about that anymore, her drool covered mouth parting in delight at the sight of her daddy; her savior in this case. “Aw, is mommy bullying my little baby girl? That’s not very nice of her, huh?” It didn’t sound very sincere of him, considering he was still giggling about it. He leaned further down to press a kiss to her soft, very chunky cheek with enough force to have her plump little lips almost forming an ‘o’. You leaned forward to kiss her other cheek, effectively smushing her face together and creating the desired expression.

Penny had been momentarily confused, maybe shocked before she decided she liked it, cooing in delight and when you pulled away, she followed, little arms reaching out to you as you let her fall into yours; obviously seeking more affection, “That’s what she gets, that used to be my title and she’s not supposed to be opening drawers in the first place!”

“She does nothing wrong, ever.”

[sadlysoulx]

–Haikyuu characters playing 7 minutes in heaven with you

(W/ Oikawa & Ushijima)

(w/ drawings :))

Hiiiiiiiiii<3 Sorry if I haven't post in a while. Something happened in our family, and so. . . Yeah, I can't post the past few days. But here is an apology give for all of you😔❤️

⚠️Warning⚠️: Crappy drawings

Oikawa

You rolled your eyes. What did you expect, silence throughout the 7 minutes?

It's Matsukawa and Hanamaki in that closet.

Ofcourse, they would bang the closet with their hands and moan out loud purposely.

Annoying really.

Iwaizumi was there fighting with Oikawa to let them out of the closet, saying that his parents might hear them from downstairs and he would be the one to get scolded. However, Oikawa was enjoying all of this.

7 minutes was up and Oikawa opened the closet.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa pretended that their legs were sore, so they stumbled across the room.

They plopped down on the each side of you, giggling to themselves.

"Y'all are bad actors," Your rolled your eyes. "Dramatic,"

Hanamaki and Matsukawa snorted.

Oikawa excitedly picked a paper from the bowl, flapping it open to reveal the name.

"Y/N," He announced, showing the paper to everyone.

You shrugged, acting unbothered.

"I hope it's Oikawa," Hanamaki whispered.

"If it isn't Oikawa, I would literally throw the both of you in that closet," Matsukawa added.

You ignored the boys and waited for Oikawa to announce another name.

"And her partner would be. . ." Oikawa picked another name from the bowl and flipped it open. He gasped, jumping on the spot.

"IT'S ME!"

Matsukawa and Hanamaki bursted into laughter. They high fived each other, on the top of your head since you were sitting at the middle of them.

"C'mon, my lady," Oikawa winked at you, opening the closet, waiting for you to go inside.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki howled like wolves and Oikawa gave them a flying kiss. Iwaizumi

Your world immediately went black.

Oikawa's confidence immediately drained him.

"Y-Y/N?"

You blushed, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

"D-don't worry, I'll protect you from the m-monsters that lurk in this closet,"

Oikawa felt that he stepped in something.

"W-WHAT WAS THAT?!"

You sucked in air through your teeth. "That was my foot, Oikawa,"

"Shit! I'm sorry!" He immediately apologized.

You sighed. Oikawa can be a play boy but he won't be. He always embarrassed himself when he tries to flirt with a person.

"It's fine, Oikawa-san,"

Two minutes roughly passed by and it was only filled by silence. There was only an occasional grunt from Oikawa whenever he bumped his head against the top of the closet.

Somehow, Oikawa got his confidence back in just a split-second. He switched into a seductive boy as quick as flipping a light switch.i

"Hey Y/N," He place this hand on the wall your leaning on, just above your shoulder. "Do you know what people do when they're in a situation like this?"

He raised your chin with his pointer finger.

"They kiss," Oikawa leaned in. "They make out,"

Your heart pounded against your chest and he softly swipe his thumb across your lips.

Oikawa leaned in closer, his minty breath tickling your senses. Just then, he realized what he was doing and he stepped back and leaned in his own side of wall, stuttering.

"I'm— I– Shit! I'M SO SORRY!" Oikawa looked around but your eyes. You could still see him shaking due to the small amount of light that peeked through the tiny gap in the closet.

You sighed. You were sick and tired of him flirting out of the blue and suddenly stopping thinking you won't like it.

You stepped closer to him. Pressing a hand on his collarbones, you slowly dragged it down his clothed toned chest and then dragging your hand on his pants.

You hooked your finger on those belt slots and then tugged him forward, making him whimper and weaken his knees.

"Y-Y/N-chan,"

You rolled your eyes. "Such an idiot,"

Your grabbed his collar and tugged him down, you pressed your lips fully against his.

Oikawa stiffened, before whining and pulling you closer. Feeling braver, you sneakily slipped your tongue in.

The brunette opened his mouth, giving more access, tongues swirled lovingly and he melted in your touch. Smugly, you pushed him off and Oikawa gasped.

"HEY!" Oikawa frowned, crossing his arms. "We're not done yet!"

He stepped closer to you, his ego shooting up when you kissed him. "Can you give me another one, love?"

Blushing, you gently pushed him off again. "As much as I want to, we can't. Time is almost over,"

As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing Iwaizumi, squinting at the both of you suspiciously.

Oikawa held on your waist and kissed your temple, making everyone gasp.

"Be mine," He whispered in your ear.

Oikawa walked away and out the door, smiling softly to himself.

You smiled, he already knows what's your answer.

Ofcourse, Oikawa. I'll be yours.

Ushijima

You giggled to yourself as you watch Semi and Shirabu get out of the closet, frowning but a deep blush flushed on their faces.

"How did it go?!" Tendou immediately interrogated.

Semi and Shirabu huffed, looking away from each other. "Bad," They said together.

Tendou snickered behind his hand, "I'm pretty sure if they get along in the first place, they would fuck,"

Before the two could curse, Tendou dug his hands in the bowl and picked up two pieces of paper.

"OH! How great! It's Y/N and our Miracle boy!"

The crowd cheered as your eyes widened. "Wait what—?"

Tendou grabbed the back of your collar and pulled you up. He happily pushed you in the old closet and you groaned in pain when you bump your head at the wood.

"Tendou-san—" A large built body stumbled into you and you were immediately enveloped in warmth as the person gently gripped your arms.

Ushjima pulled back, a flustered expression on his face.

"I'm really sorry about that, Y/N-chan," he grumbled.

He was once pressed again against you when Tendou pushed him in, closing the door and the small space darkening.

"Sorry again. . ." Ushjima quietly said, pulling his hands off you. Silence filled the musty closet, and the both of you stood at the other side against the wall, not exchanging a single word to each other.

"Are alright there?" Ushijima asked and you saw his shadow reaching up and scratching his nape.

You smiled. "Yes I am, thanks for asking,"

Silence filled again and seconds passed by, a heavy feeling sat at the bottom of your stomach making you nervous. Ushjima sat down on the floor, his legs pressed up against his chest not wanting to take your space.

"Y/N-chan?"

You hummed in response, looking up once again at his mascular shadowy figure.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure!"

There was a few momments of silence. You saw him turn away to stare at the door of the closet.

"Thank you for being a manager, Y/N, out team has become much more better with you," He silent said.

You smiled. "That's nothing Ushjima-san, I love being here, it feels like home,"

In the dark you could see Ushijima's shadowy figure look up.

"And I wanted to add that," A pause. "That over the time, I actually developed feelings for you,"

Your eyes widened and you choked on air.

Well that was unexpected.

"I know that you see me as part of the team, so I kept my feelings aside. But then, Tendou told me to confess to you," there was something distant about Ushjima's tone of voice. "I tried being a much more better man. . . Just for you," He said, his voice now merely a whisper.

You blinked in the dark. Your heart clenching when you finally realized he is being insecure.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my confession," Ushjima mumbled, his voice noticibly shaky. "I'm sorry,"

There was a ruffle as Ushijima slid down the wall and sat down. In the next few moments of silence, you were contemplating on what to do next.

Gaining some confidence, you slid down on your knees, facing Ushjima.

"You don't need to apologise, Ushijima-san," You softly said. "Because I like you too,"

"You do?"

You softly laughed. "Yeah,"

You leaned in, taking his soft cheeks in your hands. "I'm going to kiss you. Is that okay?"

Ushjima nodded frantically. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and then to his lips. You gave out a giggle before pressing your lips fully to his.

The man below you gave out a groan, raising his hands up to keep place on your hips, running it up and down. He kept you closer, the pace of the kiss increasing.

Wet noises filled the small closet, it's not that both of you care, just as long as the both of you were close. Ushjima places one hand on the back of your thigh, bringing you closer and making you straddle him.

Soon, tongues were involved. A shaky hand went up to the back of your head pulling you closer, and at this position, your tounge went deeper to explore the mouth of Ushjima.

The both of you pulled back, pressing your foreheads together.

"I love you," you mumbled, running a hand through his dark green hair.

Ushjima shyly kissed the edge of your lips.

"I love you more," he paused. "Can you be mine?"

A giggle escape your lips. "Ofcourse,"

You were about to kiss again when a voice spoke up.

"Wow, congratulations guys,"

You and Ushjima slightly jumped and turned to the door, just to see Tendou peeking in between the door crack.

"I'm proud of you guys," he smiled.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

[glowingbadger]

It is the S/O’s first time and she has to deal with, as you call it, Seteth’s “foot long Dragon cock”? That one text post where you wrote that still has me rolling

/cracks knuckles/ FAIR WARNING folks, we're going full Size Queen today and I am not about to apologize for it.

And like idk if this is even good I just went into a fugue state and got carried away and here we are xD

Seteth (FE3H) x Reader's first time

NSFW 18+

Seteth had been absolutely meticulous about your pleasure. If your sense of time weren't so thoroughly scattered by now, you'd guess he'd easily spent an hour worshiping your every curve, seeking out your every precious sweet spot. You'd felt stray locks of emerald hair tickling the flesh of your chest and stomach, the harsher graze of his beard along your inner thigh, the long, luxurious warmth of his tongue pulsing at your cunt. All the while, large, strong hands explored and adored you with barely restrained hunger. And Goddess, you longed to see that restraint crack. To see what lied beneath the trappings of Seteth's day-to-day existence of paperwork and reports, stern looks and perfect posture.

Yet as of now, he hasn't even removed his breeches, though you'd been bared and thoroughly pleasured already. He wraps one arm under you as he lies by your side, and his free hand brushes tentative fingers along your soaked lower lips. Your breath hitches in your chest, and you barely manage to focus your eyes enough to meet his.

"Seteth," you say, closer to a moan as a fingertip presses to your entrance, "You... don't have to- to do all of this for me," the words rush out of your lips so you can finish your thought before he pushes into you. Your head tilts to the side, nuzzling against his shoulder, and you force just a few more words out, "What about you...?"

"I am quite content attending to you, Y/N" he says, his voice low and even, even as his finger curls at some wonderful spot, and your body arcs into him. Once he's satisfied with the first, he pushes a second digit into you, thrusting at a deep and steady pace. He varies his movements and angle, slowly opening you up, relaxing your body beneath him and coating his fingers in your juices.

"Please..." you whisper, clinging to his sturdy frame, "I... I want- mmmh-!" You're already close again. His fingers spread apart, stimulating you in a completely new way. When your pleasure-blurred eyes meet his, you can just barely glimpse the restless need behind them. "I want to help you... fell good too... Please, Seteth?"

He exhales heavily, and his fingers ease out from you. You catch your breath as he pauses in silence for a moment, seemingly grappling with some last hesitation. You're still collecting yourself when he gets to his feet to finally discard the last of his clothing, but when your eyes refocus and you glance over at him, your heart skips and your body warms through.

"Oh... I, uh... wow." Your pupils are blown wide as you size him up. Sure, you had never been with a man before- not really, anyway -but you know enough to quickly realize that the pious man before you is near impossibly endowed. His massive cock stands almost entirely erect, yet pulled down just slightly by its own sheer size and weight. Seteth clears his throat, a hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"You understand now why I have been so insistent upon preparing you," he says as he moves to join you on the bed once more.

"I suppose so..." you mutter, unable to keep your eyes from wandering his body in a way that any devout believer would consider sinful.

"Men of my kind possess certain... reproductive advantages over humans." he goes on as he positions himself over you. A hand beneath your chin urges you to look him in the eye, "Promise me you will tell me if I hurt you."

You nod. And then, you feel the tip of his manhood, hot as it pushes between your lower lips and against your opening. Seteth's brow is furrowed in focus, his expression so intense he's practically glaring at you, and it's all you can do to keep your eyes on his as he begins to spread you open. In a moment, the bulging head of his cock is nestled inside of you, pushing out against your inner walls as he stays himself for a moment to check on your comfort.

You're already panting softly despite yourself. Your cheeks are flushed a dark crimson, burning almost as hot as the rest of your body. With nothing but unabashed lust in your eyes, you look up at him and whisper,

"Seteth... muh- more, please..."

The holy man utters a low groan and grits his teeth. His head dips down to rest on the pillow beside yours as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.

"Don't... I can't bear it when you plead with me like that."

And for a moment, you think to test that bit of new information; but then he's pushed several inches into you and he's stretching you like nothing you've ever felt before, and it's all you can do to spread your legs just a bit wider for him. Wordlessly, he reaches down and hooks an arm under your knee, drawing your leg further up and opening you up more for him. Before he's even thrust all the way into you, his hips begin to sway just slightly, and you're grateful now that he made sure you were wet enough to take him. Every stroke of his cock sends a jolt of electrifying, stimulating pleasure up your spine.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. His breath is hot, panting softly against the crook of your neck, and now he's bucking into you just a little harder. The muscles of his back are wound so tight, and his moans are shaky, unsteady. He's doing everything in his power to hold himself back for you, and you can tell, but you know it's for the best. Every time he drives deeper into you, you're more full than you ever thought possible. Soon enough, his thrusts do bring a tinge of pain amidst pleasure- yet you don't think for even a moment to ask him to stop.

And it dawns on you that, in some way, you find it intensely thrilling that the Church's Right Hand is fucking you so deep you can't think with a cock that would seem like an exaggeration to speak of. Even the pain is arousing, and you wonder if Seteth would believe you if you told him. For now, you simply cling to him until with one final push, he pauses. His arms have both traveled under the arch of your back to hold you flush against his body, and your legs are wrapped around his hips, and he growls against your chest,

"That's... that's all of it..." he huffs out a deep breath, then raises his head to kiss you so sweetly that you wouldn't think his manhood was stretching you to your limit at that moment. Your eyes are watering just a bit, and he murmurs your name softly.

"Goddess..." is all you manage.

"Language." he replies with surprising levity, and it barely even registers in your mind that Seteth just made a joke- on purpose, at that. But then he's shifting his hips against you once more and your mind is dashed of all but your heart and body's worship of Saint Cichol. He pushes himself up from you just a bit. Just enough to watch your expressions, either out of caution or fascination or both. He begins slow, easing in and out of you until you adjust fully to his size- at least, as well as you possibly could.

Then, his hands are at your hips, holding you firmly in place, and he's bucking into you harder and just a little faster and you can feel his abdomen flex with each tightly controlled motion. He checks in with you at least two or three more times as he edges closer and closer to fucking you in earnest. You're impressed at how coherent you manage to be when you tell him not to stop, that he feels incredible, that you adore him. His head tilts back for a moment, and at long, long last he lets out a true and unabashed moan of pleasure. The sound alone floods your body with new heat, and you feel yourself clench around him, your thighs shaking. You're not certain how long you manage to last after that, but by the time one more electrifying climax has swept through your body, Seteth has lowered himself to hold you close to him once more.

And once he does, his hands grip you more tightly, his fingers digging down your back. You gasp aloud as his entire body shifts forward over you and his hips meet flush with your inner thighs. Every thrust sends a jolt of pain and pleasure up through your core, radiating through your nerves. His voice is low and husky when he frantically says,

"Where-"

"Inside- please, Seteth-!" you don't need to consider this for a moment- it's how you'd always imagined it. Hissing your name through his teeth, his entire length throbs powerfully inside of you, and suddenly the intense heat of his orgasm begins to fill you. You feel the first shot or two, but before long you're so over-full and over-stimulated that you merely allow him to pour out his load into you while you lay beneath him, boneless and panting and utterly giddy.

You're both entirely spent. Seteth exhales as he carefully pulls himself from you, even this one last moment of friction causing you to squirm beneath him. He collapses at your side and rests his head on your chest, a hand lazily tracing loving paths along the curve of your waist. You can feel his cum trailing down your backside, but you're too sore to move and too content to care.

"I... I apologize if I-"

"Hush." you kiss his hair, and he softly laughs, his breath feather light across your skin. "I won't have you apologizing for making me feel that good." you add, your arms cradling him in turn. He smiles and blindly kisses whatever inch of your skin is closest- anything will do if he can show even an ounce of his adoration.

"Then I apologize for underestimating you. You are far too good to me, my love."

[travellingarmy]

║Zhongli║Family Outing

Requested from Wattpad.

Female reader as requested.

Fluff.

Word count: 2.3k

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Even when it was just the two of you, you were expected to bring mora, so why would that change when there is an added person into the family?

"Mommy, Mommy! Look here, I finally tie it on my own!" A little rascal came running to your room with booming footsteps echoing down the hall, where you were still getting ready, showing you their poorly tied tie. You look over at the door and let a little chuckle before walking towards the smaller male who was quite the unique set of eyes and kneeling down to his level. "Wow, it looks good!" you praised, fixing the bowtie for him, earning a cute, little laugh from him.

The little rascal whose bowtie you were trying to fix was none other than your child, Qian. Qian was a unique child as he had features that normal humans don't have.

A second set of footsteps came echoing down the halls and stopped at your door. You look up and see your dearest husband, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and an unshakeable smile on his lips as he stares at the two most precious beings in the world. "Not going to mention how I helped you, I see." The older male chuckles. Qian turns his head to look up at his father before looking back at you again. "Oh yeah! Daddy taught me how to tie it, hehe," the adorable, little boy adds.

You laugh at the added statement and stood up. "Alright, should we go now?" you ask to which both of the males nodded- one with excitement. "Oh, right, Qian, make sure you hide your horns." You look at the two sets of horns that rested on top of the little boy's head.

As said before, the reason why Qian is unique is that he was a mix of a mortal and god-- yours and Zhongli's.

"Oopsies! I didn't know." He quickly retracted his horns so that they were no longer visible. His eyes, however, remained the same glowing amber eyes just like his father's; a truly unique set of eyes that makes him differ from everyone else along with his hair, and also the fact that he had the same immortality as his father.

You walked over to the door where Zhongli wrapped an arm around your waist and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "Ew, that's gross!" Qian covers his eyes with his hands as he said so, making both you and Zhongli laugh at the little action. "Can we go now? I want toys and books!"

"Alright, we can go now. Come, grab mommy's hand," you said and offer him a hand for him to hold onto. He uncovers his eyes and reaches for your hand, feeling the warmth from his tiny hands and fingers trying to cover most of it. Zhongli went to the other side of him and held his other hand and left the house.

"Mommy, mommy! Look at the doggies!" Qian points at the two dogs that watch the inner part of the bridge, giggling as the dogs wag their tails and walking closer to the young boy. He let go both of his hands from either of yours and Zhongli's grasp and went over to the dogs, ruffling their furs. You smiled before turning to your husband, "Can you watch over Qian while I buy a few things?" Not wanting to take Qian away from the dogs, you relied on Zhongli.

He nods and places a kiss on your head. "Of course," Zhongli says. On every outing, you would take this as a chance for grocery shopping. It was hard to keep the fridge at home full especially when you had a little tyke that sneaks into the kitchen for snacks.

Not wanting to overfill the fridge, you bought only the necessary things that you have fully noted down on a paper along with snacks for Qian. He- although has the same mindset as his father's and a bit of his knowledge- could be quite the handful when he doesn't get his snacks-- throwing tantrums when he wants things. But that was just how kids were and there is nothing else you could do to appease them.

"Mommy, where did you go?" Qian asks when you returned with a bag, still playing with the dogs. "Just went to buy food," you answered, smiling as Zhongli offers to take the bag from your hands. A gentleman, he was.

"What about snacks?" He leapt up excitedly, walking away from the dogs to clung onto your dress. "I wouldn't dare forget them," you replied, seeing his eyes light up happily, then hugging your legs. "You're the best, Mommy!" You rolled your eyes. "So, I'm the best when I buy you your snacks, huh?" you ask, feigning offence and pick him up to meet your eyes. He shakes his head frivolously and re-worded his words, "Mommy is the best even when she doesn't buy Qian snack!" He kisses your cheeks and you giggled.

"What about me?" Zhongli speaks up, pointing at himself as he waits in expectance. Giggling, Qian reaches out for his father who happily engulfed him in a warm hug. The little boy then places a kiss on Zhongli's cheek and smiled. "There! Daddy gets a kiss too, so don't be sulky anymore." Zhongli chuckles and places a kiss on his son's cheeks as well.

"Where would you like to go, Qian?" Zhongli asks, carrying him with one hand as he holds the bag with the other. "Toys!" he exclaims, eyes glimmering with stars. Chuckling, the three of you made your way to a toy shop where Zhongli put Qian down to roam the store, excitedly picking a lot of toys. "Qian, you can only pick two things, okay? You already have a lot back home," you reminded, sweat dropping.

"B, but Qian really likes them..!" He pouts, giving you his doll-like eyes as he pleads. It was something that he always does and was very effective. You felt an imaginary punch to your stomach, picturing your soon-to-be empty wallet, but you just didn't know how to say no to such a face. You cranked your head to your side, looking at your husband who stood idly by cluelessly, hinting him to help.

He notices your graved face and immediately understood and clears his throat. "Qian, mora, you see, may just be a materialistic thing that one can obtain, but obtaining it is much harder than you realize, so mortals always make note of things called prices that requires mora. By doing so, they can save extra mora for other needed things," he lectures, though it doesn't seem that Qian understood what his father told him.

"Mommy can go get more, right?" he asks, clearly not understanding what Zhongli had said. "Money shouldn't be thrown around carelessly, sweetie," you spoke, kneeling to his level and placing a hand on his shoulder, his bright eyes reflecting off of yours. "Okay.. But we can come back to buy them, right?" Qian asks, to which you nodded. "Then, Qian will pick these two! Mr. Cyclops is cool!"

You look at the toy in his hand, knowing that it was a very popular toy from Snezhnaya. The toy maker was also very popular amongst children, so it was understandable seeing Qian choosing the toy. You stood up and ruffled his head before turning to place a kiss on Zhongli's cheeks. "It wasn't the best explanation, but it did make him choose two," you say and walked off to pay for the toys.

"Mommy, mommy, I'm hungry!" Qian tugs on your hands after so much walking. "Well, it is the afternoon.. Where does Qian want to go?" you ask. "I want to eat where that fire-breathing teddy bear is!" he says almost immediately, showing his enthusiasm. "Ah, Wanmin Restaurant it is." You chuckled, knowing he meant Guoba.

"Hello, welcome to Wanmin Restaurant! Please, sit wherever you like!" Xiangling greets. Qian's smile grew wider when his eyes landed on the girl and ran up to her as you and Zhongli walked to an empty table. "Miss, can I see Mr. Fire-breathing Bear?" he asks, tugging her clothes. "Oh, of course, Qian!" the female giggles and takes Guoba out. On every outing, Wanmin Restaurant was one of the places Qian loves to go and that's because of Xiangling's Guoba. He would never go to another restaurant even when suggested.

Xiangling sat her bear on the extra seat around your table- right beside Qian- and look towards you and Zhongli. "Please, take your time to look over the menu! Oh, I've also added new dishes that children might like," Xiangling says enthusiastically before leaving the table to tend to other customers.

After choosing lunch, Xiangling makes off to the kitchen and leave the three of you plus Guoba to chat for a while. "Mr. Fire-breathing Bear is cute!" Qian states, touching the bear. "Mommy, can Qian have one too?" He turns to look at you.

"Ah.. Of course!" you say, giving him a close-eyed smile. It was a good thing that Guoba was behaving on order or else it could hurt someone.

"Here are your orders!" Xiangling returns as quickly as she went, the order in her hands and places it on the table. "And a little snack for little Qian!" she says. Qian giggles and thanked her before she excused herself once more, bringing her Guoba along.

After that, you just strolled around the city until sunset and eyed interesting things, making sure that neither Qian nor Zhongli went off on their own for things they've found an interest in. It was indeed fun, but it almost felt like you had to babysit Zhongli as well who almost always wanders around to buy things without preparing money with him.

"Mommy, how come Daddy isn't allowed to bring money with him?" Qian asks, running along the edge of the docks, pretending that his Mr. Cyclops can fly. Zhongli was certainly caught by surprise and a tint of pink was seen on his face as he forcefully coughs onto his fist-- most likely embarrassed for the reason. You snickered, eyeing the man from the side of your eyes before looking over to the little boy. "He is bad at managing money, so that is why mommy has them. And also because daddy always forgets to bring his money," you answered. "When he was courting me, I had to pay for most things to which he will pay by taking me out for dinner." It was only times that Zhongli can date onto a calendar, that he will remember to bring money. Other than that? Expect to bring your wallet.

"How did daddy manage to marry mommy like that?" he asks, surprised and draws his full attention to the two of you. "Well, daddy has other charms to look at. He's especially good in b--" Zhongli immediately covers your mouth, knowing full well of what you were about to say. "I would take whatever means necessary to marry your mother-- mora aside, of course," Zhongli states, hearing you laugh from beside him, though having a mouth over you.

You remove his hand to add on but was then cut off by putting a hand over your mouth. He laced his arm around your waist and draws you close before removing the hand and placing a kiss on your cheek. "I'm just kidding. You know I will never say that," you say, giggling at his attempt to shut you up.

"Ew, daddy is kissing mommy!" Qian spoke, drawing your attention to the young boy. "It was just a kiss on the cheek.." you say. "That is still kissing!" Qian defends.

You chuckled. "Alright, come here, Qian. It's time to go home and make dinner," you say, outstretching a hand for him to hold. He excitedly runs towards you and grabs hold of your free hand, your other being held by Zhongli.

After dinner, you all sat in the living room for some more family bonding time, Qian now presenting his horns as he plays with his new toys along with his old ones. But it didn't take long for the hours to pass before looking at the clock and decided that it was time for Qian to go to sleep.

"Alright, Qian, time to go to sleep," you say. "But I still want to play with Mr. Cyclops.." He pouts. "You can play with Mr. Cyclops tomorrow, okay? He won't leave," you assured. He was a bit reluctant, but soon allowed you to pick him up to bring him to his bedroom, Zhongli trailing behind.

You helped him change into sleepwear and tuck him nicely under the blanket, then turning on the lamp on his bedside table and turning off the light before returning to sit on the edge of his bed. "Good night, Qian. Let mommy and daddy see you in your dreams," you say softly and kiss his forehead. "Good night.. Mommy.." With that, his eyelids fell heavy, drifting him off to dream land.

You stood up and turn to look at the door, seeing Zhongli's eyes glowing much brighter in the dark room. One more look at Qian before you made your way to Zhongli who waited outside the hall, leaving the door slightly open as usual.

"I'm tired." You yawned, wiping a tired tear from the corner of one of your eyes. Zhongli chuckles lowly and caught you by surprise by picking you up, bridal style. "Then, it must be time for my dear to sleep as well," Zhongli says, smiling down at you as he walks to yours and his bedroom where he lies you down and crawling to the other side of the bed, getting underneath the blanket with you.

You muzzled into his chest, letting him wrap his strong arms around you closely and engulfing you in his warmth. "Good night, my dear." He kisses your forehead. You hummed, tired, and said, "Good night, my love."

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[dracosaurusrex]

Hello there! I was wondering if you vould do a draco x reader headcanon in their first date on Hogsmeade? Thanks love xx

With You (Headcanon)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Genre: FLuff, and lots of it.

Hi there nonnie! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you enjoy the fluff!

It was incredibly easy to be nervous around Draco Malfoy; you’d fall apart over the smallest things

the way he ran his fingers through his hair

the way he smirks at you teasingly

his eyes softening soon after

You fully accepted yourself falling head over heels for him when you realized that the mere sight of his handwriting was enough to get you going. 

If you got nervous over all these things, what more now that you’ll be going on a date with him?

Unbeknownst to you, he felt the exact same way. Maybe even worse than you.

A softie hid under his cold-hearted mask

Saved it for you

Just for you

He thought you were brilliant.

Patient, kind, intelligent

Beautiful.

You were half-blooded, and while it bothered him at first, interacting with your infectious personality made it hard to resist the fall

It took a while to reach his good side, but you managed to do so with much persistence.

Not out of desperation or anything

Just by being yourself every time he was around

Draco found that very attractive

-🌻-

If there’s something that Narcissa taught him, it’s to never settle for less

He took that to heart with his appearance.

He wanted to look real good in front of you

He wanted to see the way your eyes would sparkle whenever they landed on him

Draco would go through all of his clothes to curate the perfect outfit for your date.

Every thing he didn’t approve of would be tossed to the ever growing mountain on top of his bed

Once satisfied, he’d take a good look in the mirror

Starts thinking up of random scenarios 

Practicing responses to things that you’d say

While doing so, his heart skips a beat at the thought of you

He wanted to make a good impression on you, because he knew what others said about him 

Notices that he hasn’t done his hair yet, and the time was drawing closer for you to meet.

Scrambles everywhere for his tie pin.

Frantically slides his ring onto his finger

Ruffles his hair until it’s parted in a fashion that has him satisfied

Meanwhile, you’re wrecked with nerves and excitement, but it isn’t as bad as Draco 

You’re more worried about what you were going to wear

Your clothing selection is pretty limited, so you go for the one you think you look the prettiest in.

You select a nice looking, cream colored, casual dress, which ends mid-thigh

Hair tied with a light green ribbon into a low pony

Light makeup

You’re satisfied with the way you look (ensuring that your opinion came first), however there’s a little bit of hope he finds you pretty

-🌻-

Draco waits for you in the courtyard, sitting on the edge of the fountain

His knee bounces up and down

Hands are clammy

Struggles to keep his heart rate normal

You take deep breaths as you make your way to meet him

Once you see the light entering from the courtyards, you place your palm over your heart. You’re about to see him in a couple of seconds.

When the sight of platinum blonde comes into view, you can’t hold in your smile any longer

He’s breathtaking

But he makes you feel under dressed

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Sports a suit like he always does

But this time it’s more...fitted

The school uniform does no justice to his broad shoulders and his lean physique NOPE

thank godric for quidditch

Shy, flirtatious smiles are shared when he sees you, and boy are you a sight for sore eyes

You might’ve felt you were underdressed, but at that point Draco was certain that you looked good in everything

Heart are aflutter

He finds it difficult to contain his smile.

It’s so obvious you’re nervous, and it makes him relieved that it isn’t just him

When you draw closer, he stands, extending his arms slightly to you.

A hug.

A hug.

A hug.

It was electrifying feeling his arms wrap around your waist for the first time

“You’re really,” he’s at a loss for words, “Wow. You look lovely.” 

It’s out of character from him, but you enjoy it thoroughly.

“You look very handsome yourself.”

Him reaching to interlock his fingers with yours

More electricity

He didn’t care if people saw, and that only reassured your feelings for him

-🌻-

Hogsmeade’s cozy atmosphere did well to nurture the events for the evening.

You two decide to test the waters throughout the course of the date

Holding hands

Him wrapping his arm around your waist as you walked 

You returning the action

Small squeezes = lots of sparks

At one point while you’re window shopping, the boy takes initiative to wrap his other arm around you, linking his hands together in front of you from behind

He props his chin on your shoulder

You feel his breath brushing your ear

Back hug, back hug, back hug

His excuse for the closeness being, “I just wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You biting your lip to suppress the smile

To his surprise, you proceed to weave your fingers into his

Relaxing in his grasp.

He likes it. A lot.

The older passersby look at you both with adoration

“It must be nice to be young.”

Blushes, blushes, blushes

Nervous laughs and even more nervous touches

-🌻-

Draco, having the moola, constantly offers to buy you everything that piques your interest

“Do you want that? I can get it for you.”

You object to it every time

“No no! It’s fine.” You say politely

Him obliging, but secretly buys it for you when your back is turned.

“Please send it to the dorms, thank you.”

You catching him, and dragging him away before he lays another galleon on the front desk

“Please don’t.” You tell the cashier

“Please do.”

“Don’t”

“Do!”

Him kissing your cheek to shut you up.

“Draco!” You cover your heated face with the hand that isn’t currently holding his arm

A smug smile plasters his face before he faces the front desk again.

“Please do.”

You pinch his side

Him removing his arm from your grasp, only to wrap it around you and squeeze your waist

Y’all are not discrete at all

Poor cashier.

-🌻-

Dinner time!

It’s here that you finally show more of your true self, slightly nervous from  the thought opening up a bit

The air is quite tense from the nervousness

Conversation is slightly strained

Draco knew he was nervous, but the scenarios in his head didn’t prepare him for the moment he’d look into your eyes

Silence looms for a moment, and it gets more awkward

Draco’s eyebrows furrow for a bit as a conflicted frown graces his lips.

You let out a small chuckle at the sight, before lifting your finger to press the space of tension settled in between his brows

“What’s the matter, Draco?”

“Are you having fun?” Your eyes widened, because you were certain you made sure that you were indeed having fun

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a while!”

And that says a lot since your vibrant personality attracts a lot of friends

"Are you?” The concern covering your features alarms him

“Yes!” He straightens his back before leaning towards you 

“I know the night hasn’t ended yet, but do you think we can do this again?”

“I’d love that.”

Your eyes sparkle the way he likes it

The smile on your face gives him hope that this might last

You glance at his hands which are sat clasped together on the table

You shyly reach your hand out towards his

He notices this and takes the initiative to meet you halfway, interweaving your fingers once again.

The sight of your small delicate hands laced with his masculine ones elicits a giddy feeling inside of you, and the smile that you direct to it causes Draco to grab it momentarily, to press a kiss to your knuckles

“I never would’ve imagined you being a romantic.” 

“I’m not, but I don’t mind it if I’m with you.”

Gives you a smirk before kissing your knuckles again

It wasn’t your first time eating at the restaurant, but the food somehow tasted much better when you ate with the boy. Furthermore, it warmed your heart knowing that there’ll be a next time

-🌻-

The end of the night approaches as you reach the castle grounds

Many of the students were still in the Great Hall for dinner

Not wanting the date to end, you both end up walking around the halls, automatically turning away when you were near your respective common rooms

Draco handed you his jacket, noticing the drop in temperature and the thin fabric of your dress

You two had settled into the comfort of each other’s company

The night gave rise to much laughter, gossip, and new inside jokes

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him

You, feeling much comfortable now, embrace his torso in return

The voices of students cause you both to turn into a secluded corridor, wanting to cherish your time together a little while longer

Small chuckles are exchanged due to the sneaky act

But it’s the realization of the sudden closeness that catches you off guard

Draco finds his hands on your waist

Yours resting on his forearms

Your eyes meet, and suddenly it seems that all the events that played out today were bound to culminate in this moment

His gaze travels to your lips, while yours does the same

The sight of him leaning in slowly induces excitement to emerge inside you

“Can I kiss you?” He asks in a soft whisper

The slight nod of your head prompts him to close the distance

Pulls you into a complete embrace

Your hands travel up his biceps, shoulder, and wrap around his neck

The sensation of warmth excites you due to the fact that your body is flushed against his

FIREWORKS, BUTTERFLIES, ADRENALINE

That’s all you both are able to feel when you lie in your beds that night, waiting to see each other in the morning

A/N: KJHASKfjhlaskjhalsdkjfhas so much cheese

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[the-only-ace]

can you please write something about taem's enlistment? honestly feel awful i feel like he's lowkey sad about it i just wanna give baby cheese a hug :(

haiii i love this request since it is really well... timely (?). i have been planning to finish this request before taemin's enlistment but yeah, here we are... things been busy. so i hope this one is not that late and may this be some sort of comfort for everyone as we wait for our baby cheese's return.

serve well and always take care, taem! we will be just here and wait for your return with bright smiles on our faces.

taemin scenario: looking forward

pairing: taemin x reader

word count: 2.7k

summary: it is taemin's last few hours before his military enlistment and reader tries their best to ease his worries. both are making sure that they have spent the remaining time together to the fullest.

warning: semi-nudity, implied sexual activity (no smut thought)

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your eyelids slowly fluttered open and soft rays of sunlight greeted your still adjusting eyes. you attempted to rub the sleepiness away from your eyes before slowly sitting up. your raised both of your arms above your head and stretched with a small grunt. the sheets fell down and exposed your naked torso to the cool breeze from the air conditioner. you looked at your side and smiled gently. you rested your cheek on your bended knee and gazed at the sleeping figure beside you.

taemin was sleeping soundly on his chest and the blanket was comfortably wrapped around his hips while his broad bare shoulders were displayed to you. his head was tilted to the side, facing your direction. his eyes were closed with a hint of dark circles visible underneath them--a sign of his hard work within the last few months. his lips were slightly parted and you can hear his soft breaths. his hair that used to be unruly as they got ruffled by the pillows was now cut short. you can't help but reach out and touch them with your cold fingers.

there he was, the love of your life. it may sound cheesy and a bit cliche but it was true. he was your first boyfriend and you were more than pleased that you're still together given how young you both were when you met years ago. you went through a lot of ups and downs like every other relationship out there. it was also challenging at first especially with the nature of his work since he can not fully dedicate his time to you. you eventually got over it mainly because you knew how important and passionate he was with his career. every after his performances, you can see his eyes lit up and his lips stretched into a big bright smile. it was then you knew you have to support this man. you have to be his rock when things got shaky and unstable.

you two actually hit a big milestone in your relationship quite recently. you were living with him for more than a year already and both of you were still amazed how no media outlet has sniffed it out yet. also considering the number of times taemin recorded a live video around the apartment, you're just thankful there were still no accidental reveals.

your train of thought was cut short when taemin suddenly stirred on his position. "sorry, did i wake you?" you asked softly as you retracted your hand away from his hair.

he shook his head before dragging himself towards you. his arms found their way around your waist and his head rested contently on your lap. you smiled at his behavior and then proceeded to stroke his hair again. both of you stayed like that for a bit and soaked into each other's presence while waiting for the drowsiness to pass.

"is it weird?" his muffled voice broke the silence after a few minutes.

"what is?" you inquired back.

"my hair." he rolled to his back and looked up at you.

"it's... new." of course it was, just a few days ago you were happily playing with his hair and extensions. he always allowed you put it up into a bun whenever he came back home. now, you can barely grip them with your fingers. "it's not weird, just new. it actually made you look younger in my opinion." you reassured him with a small giggle.

he frowned and groaned, clearly displeased on your response. he thought you were just lying to make him feel better. he won't believe you anyway even you deny it so you decided to ignore his sulking. you then began drawing lazy shapes across his skin while he started to hum one of his songs. your fingers eventually linger around his tattoos and you can't help but admire them.

"should i get one?" you muttered more to yourself actually but taemin heard it very distinctly. it made him shot up from the bed and beamed at you widely.

"you should!" he exclaimed excitedly. '"i mean if you really want to. we can even go to my artist and get one together."

"okay, calm down, mister." you chuckled since was almost bouncing with enthusiasm. "where should i place it though?"

"well... it would look nice here." he reached out and touch your rib area. his eyes soon landed on the red mark beside his index finger and a playful smirk slowly made its way to his lips. "or here..." he continued and moved his pointer on your collar bone, on another one of his marks. "here would be good too..." he went on and on while pointing out all of his work while his grin grew bigger and naughtier.

"stop..." you rolled your eyes and push his hand away. "i know what you're doing. someone went overboard last night." you can't help but narrow your eyes at him. it would be a pain to hide later when you go to work.

"i'm sorry, i just thought they would be a great parting gift." he shrugged before leaning closer. "so did you like it?" he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"eh... it's alright, i guess." you teased with a joking scowl.

"well, that can be fixed easily." he tackled and pinned you down in the bed, making you let out a high-pitch scream. he wasted no time on littering quick kisses all over your neck. you writhed under him as you attempted to escape him since you were feeling ticklish from his soft lips.

a blaring alarm noise interrupted your noises and movements. taemin pushed himself up and looked at the clock on your bedside table. he took a deep heavy sigh before dismissing the alarm. you immediately felt the change in his mood as he got up from the bed.

"i'll go brew us some coffee," he announced and got out of the bedroom.

it was now your turn to sigh. you already tried your best to ease his worries yesterday but just like you have predicted he was still troubled. you can't blame him though, after doing only one thing ever since he was only 12 years old, you get why he was anxious about this upcoming change. not to mention that he will be going through this alone in a way. his other members enlisted at the same time so the thought of someone experiencing the same helped them get through it much easier.

you got up and walked towards the chair near the bed and snatched taemin's shirt that was carelessly hanging from its backrest. you pulled it down your head and you can't help but smell his scent; it was his favorite shirt after all. god, you were going to miss him so bad.

you followed taemin towards the kitchen and the aroma of the coffee greeted you. he looked at you from head to toe and it made him smirk. he knew how much you love stealing his shirts. it was quite comforting to know that at least his clothes will be used even though he was away.

preparing breakfast was peaceful and intimate. taemin was hugging you from behind while you cook your meal; outrightly ignoring your protests since it was not really easy to move around with him clinging to you. in a few minutes, both of you are sitting down at the dining table and quietly enjoying the hot food in front of you.

it felt like a normal lazy morning. days like these were common after his promotions. it was when he has some time to rest and replenish his energy. those were the days you always anticipate since you were able to see him more often and spend more quality time together. if he didn't have a buzz cut, it was easy to fool yourself that this day was one of those.

"do you think, i'll do well?" he suddenly asked when he placed his chopsticks down.

"of course," you quickly replied without missing a beat. no matter how many times you convinced him already, you will never get tired of doing it if that will give him peace of mind.

"what makes you say so?" he looked up and met your unwavering eyes. "what if i'm not fit for it?"

"and what if you are?" you challenged. "look, we'll never know something unless we try it but trust me, knowing you, you'll do just fine. they used to criticize your singing career back then and look where you are now. you don't let external factors affect you and you always work hard to achieve your goals. so what makes this different? i know once you set your heart to something, you'll be able to do it. you just have to trust yourself as well."

"always saying the right words," he sighed and rested his head on his hand. "what will i be without you?"

"still probably as great as you are now." you knew that taemin achieved his success on his own. all those late-night practices and sacrificing a normal life as a teen, it was all him. you were only his supporter who hopefully made the process a bit easier. "besides, you crushed the obstacle course in dream team last time so i believe the drills will be manageable for you." you cheekily added.

"wow, you still remember that? i'm no minho though." he shook his head while chuckling.

"no one's like that competitive monster." you scoffed.

"yeah..." he trailed off, obviously being concern about another matter again. "i hope our fans won't forget me."

"don't be stupid." you frowned and kicked him lightly under the table. "of course they would wait for you especially after being their comfort when the other members were serving their time. i'm sure that they would be counting the days for your return and they would be delighted to see you again. although, no one would be more thrilled than me so... don't forget me as well."

"how can i forget you if i will be thinking of you every single day?" he stood up and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "thank you."

"for what?" you inquired.

"for always being there especially when i need it the most." his tone was warm and heartfelt. "i should probably take a shower now."

you nodded and listened to his footsteps disappear into the bathroom. as soon as you heard the water running, you stood up as well and placed the plates on the sink. you then went back to your shared bedroom and doubled check the contents of his black backpack, making sure that he did not forget anything important. knowing him, there was a huge chance that he does. you also added a few extra clothes and toiletries just in case he did something stupid and end up breaking or losing some of his stuff.

it felt wholesome to pack his things for him. as if you were his wife helping him prepare for his upcoming trip. if only the trip wasn't going to be 18 months long.

the time flew by quickly after taemin's shower and suddenly you were by the doorway, watching him wear the straps of his backpack. you handed him his black baseball cap before fixing the strings of his black hoodie.

"you all set?" you asked trying hard not to make your voice crack. it was finally sinking in for you and you didn't want him to know that.

"yeah," he nodded as he fixed his cap.

both of you stood there, not really knowing what to do or say next. you should probably wish him luck and send him off but you don't want to. not yet, you keep on repeating to yourself. sensing your dejection, taemin suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into one of the tightest hugs he has ever given. your hands quickly wrapped around him and you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his scent and trying to memorize it--even though you already do.

"i'm going to miss you," he whispered tenderly. "so much."

"i will miss you too." you finally let out the sob you were holding back. thinking that it was impossible, his embrace tightened even more around your shaking frame.

he kissed the top of your head and murmured how much he loves you again and again. right then and there, you wanted to be selfish and don't let him go, and as if on cue his phone started to ring. he answered it and their conversation was less than a minute but you know exactly what it was about.

"they're downstairs already," he stated as he let go of you.

"you should not keep them waiting then." you clumsily wipe away the tears in your eyes.

you both bid your goodbyes before sharing one last kiss. he then got out of the apartment and closed the door behind him.

and just like that, you were left there in complete silence. you blankly stare at the closed door and you never felt more alone in your life.

you were about to turn around when the door burst open without warning. standing there was taemin who unmistakably ran back considering his heavy pants.

"taemin?!" you exclaimed from the shock. "what, did you forget something?"

"yes, i forgot to ask you something." he exhaled. "i forgot to ask you to marry me," he said in full seriousness while staring straight into your eyes.

"y-you... what? huh?" you fumbled with your words as your brain tried to process whatever he just said. "w-what did you say? i don't--" you attempted to ask again.

"when i get discharged, will you marry me?" he repeated as he moved closer towards you. you just gaped at him without saying a word and that made the nervousness slowly crept into him. "sorry, i was not able to get a ring since this was... well, spontaneous. but um... here, will this do?" you watched him remove the ring he was always wearing on his right hand. he unceremoniously raised it in front of you and waited for your reply.

you were beyond stunned. sure, you both talked about getting married someday but you didn't think he would propose today. you always knew that when he planned for the special day, you will easily catch on. he was not really the best planner and secret keeper after all. nothing has prepared you for this moment.

"y/n?" he cautiously called out, getting a little concern from your lack of response.

you looked away from the ring and moved your eyes to meet his uneasy ones. he was undoubtedly waiting for your answer.

"yes," you barely managed to blurt out. "yes, of course, i do!" you repeated, this time firmer.

you have practically seen the weight off his back after hearing your response. he broke into a tiny celebration dance before composing himself again and sliding the ring into your finger.

"okay... i didn't think about that part." the ring was big for you which was not surprising. "sorry, i'll just get you a new one soon." he embarrassingly rubbed the back of his neck.

"it's alright, it's perfect." you can now feel another urge to cry but this time it is out of happiness.

"i love you," his expression soften and one eyebrow raised up, a habit of his whenever he says something genuine. he titled your chin up and captured your lips for a passionate kiss. you stand on your tiptoes in your attempt to deepen the kiss which made him smile. his other hand moved to your lower back and pulled you closer to him while you ran your fingers through his hair. it felt right, both of you know exactly that this is where you two belong--with each other.

however, your little heaven was interrupted once again by the ringing of his phone.

"okay, you should definitely go now." you ultimately let go of your hold around him.

he nodded. he knew he cannot delay his departure any longer. "goodbye."

"goodbye," you echoed. "just for now."

he waved his hand before going out and shutting the door. this time though, he did not come back running. you knew he was on his way to his enlistment and you would be alone in the apartment for months but right now, you did not feel that lonely anymore.

you looked down and adored the ring around your finger. 18 months would indeed move slowly but it will be bearable because this time, both of you have something to look forward to.

[kmorgzz]

brat dom atsumu

The only thing he is to me. Except first...giggly times because this man loves the giggles.

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Atsumu watches as you shut the door with a bump of your hip. He grins lopsidedly, “Wow that was hot, babe. Can you do that to me?”

You roll your eyes at him, “I thought you wanted to have sex, Tsumu.” He licks his lips at your frankness and you cock an eyebrow, “So? Which would you prefer?”

Atsumu rushes forward, pressing your back to the wall. One hand rests on the side of your head but the other manages to box your ear. He grins sheepishly, “Oops.”

You giggle, shaking your head to move his hand off your now sore ear. “You’re cute.”

He grins and steps back, “I’ll show you what else is cute, darlin’.” He proceeds to slowly unbutton his jeans, tugging them down to his ankles. He steps out of them—tries to, actually. One foot gets stuck, leaving him hopping until he trips and falls face first to the floor in an embarrassed heap.

You sputter, trying to hold in your laughter. “Wow. That was quite hot. You learn that from Cosmopolitan? I bet they had a special on ‘Ways to Seduce Your Girlfriend.’” Atsumu groans from the floor and you squat down beside him. You poke his side. “Did you die from embarrassment?”

Atsumu looks up at you from the floor, pouting, “Shut up. Can we try again?” You smile softly at him, offering your hand to help him up and he grins, "I'll take that as a yes, then?"

You roll your eyes, making your way to the bedroom. You look over your shoulder, "Better hurry up or I might change my mind, Tsumu." His pants are still around his ankles, but he manages to chase after you. You shriek as he scoops you up and then kicks his pants the rest of the way off. "God, hearing you waddle at me was quite horrifying."

He nips at the exposed skin of your neck as he carries you into the bedroom. "Quit makin' fun of me, love." You open your mouth to retort and he presses his lips to yours, "Let me save you the effort of saying 'make me' like a little brat."

You scoff as he sets you on the bed, "This coming from the brat himself."

He gasps dramatically as he crawls on the bed over top of you, "You take that back!" He pokes at your sides, "If you don't, I'll tickle ya until you do!" You let out a shriek as he begins tickling you. You do your best to fight against him; you buck your hips to try and displace him. You thrash your legs and arms, but the way you giggle as you tell him to stop says you're enjoying it.

Atsumu likes to play, that's all there is to it. He likes the fire in your eyes when he's challenged you in some way. And right now, your eyes are alight as you try to wrestle with him to get away from his tickling fingers. "Aw, baby, look at ya. Yer so cute when you try and fight against me," he coos at you. You squirm beneath him, some of the fight gone at his mocking praise. "Thatta girl. How about you let me fill that sweet little cunt of yours, yeah?"

The fight hasn't fully left you yet. You lift your chin defiantly, "Isn't that what we came home early from the party to do? You all talk and no walk tonight?"

Atsumu sits back on his haunches, his weight pinning your hips down. He watches you, "You sure have a lot of spunk for someone that I have pinned to the bed so they can't get away, you know that?" His hands run along your body. You shiver at the contact despite being fully clothed. He gives you a saccharine smile, "For someone that seems so defiant...your body sure isn't fighting against me that hard, darlin'."

He leans forward, arms caging you in at the sides. His mouth begins to nip at the skin of your neck. A sigh escapes your mouth at finally getting the smallest portion of what you want. Atsumu smiles against your skin, "Not much of a brat now, are we?"

You wanted to feel upset at the way he mocks you, but the saccharine sweetness that drips off of his voice makes you forget it. You whine softly and he trails a hand down your body, “Let’s get these clothes off. Can you handle that, or are you too desperate and needy already,” he teases.

You snort at him and lift your hips, knowing that, despite his teasing, he will remove them for you. Atsumu wastes no time. He grabs the waist of your pants, tugging them and letting them slide down your body. He is sure to keep one hand centered, letting his hand tease over your core as he pulls the pants down. He is nothing if not one to dangle the toy in front of a dog.

And that is what he does once you get your clothes off. He doesn’t edge you, no, instead it is worse. He drags a finger through your slick folds, licking the wet digits before returning to your body. He inserts two fingers, so, so slowly; you are acutely aware of the way your walls are scraped by his calloused knuckles and finger pads. And when he begins to pump his fingers, it is just fast enough to stimulate you, but not enough to work you towards an orgasm quickly.

He leans forward, tongue laving at your nipples and he tugs them with his teeth. “Oh,” you whine, “’Tsumu please. Please don’t tease me.”

He presses his lips to your body, trailing the kisses down your sternum, your belly, and each hip, biting into the skin there. “I’m not teasin’, baby. I’m giving you what you want. You wanted to be filled by my fingers and then my cock, didn’t you? Isn’t that what I’m doin’?”

The orgasm he is building is not white hot and sharply intense. Instead, it is warm, slowly expanding into something larger, throbbing like a dull ache in your core. His mouth attaches to your clit, his tongue licking and teasing. The dull ache grows; it begins to feel thicker, like a weighted blanket sitting on you.

He doesn’t edge you like some men in his position might. He picks up the pace ever so slightly, and he feels the way your toes curl. Your chest rises, back arching as your nails dig into his shoulders as you release a drawn out whine. The orgasm he has built is right there, right in front of you, and if you reach out too quickly, the wind of your movements will cause it to flutter away. This is the moment; he is the cat, toying with its prey, its paw holding the very tip of the mouse’s tail to give it the illusion of release.

As his fingers draw out of you, ready to thrust back in, a third joins the first two, stretching you so you let out a strangled moan. When he curls his fingers up to scrape at your walls, that dull, throbbing ache releases, spreading through your body. It tingles, fizzling beneath the surface of your skin. It’s like when your limbs awake after you have smashed the nerves. It isn’t some snapping of a rubber band, and it isn’t fireworks.

It lingers, slowly leaking from your body, and he works you through it. He coos at you, “Listen to those moans. Crying for me like the needy little whore for me that you are. You want more, darlin’? Beg for me. Tell me what you want.”

Again, you want to be offended by his condescension, but the sweet way he talks to you in a sing-song voice has you not even caring anymore. He’s right, and you know it. You are crying like a needy whore. You do want more. 

“You gonna beg for me, baby? You gonna whine and cry for me,” he continues to coo. “Bet you’d look so cute crying for my cock. Come on.”

“Please,” you whimper. “Please. I want your cock, ‘Tsumu.”

“That’s my good girl.” Your chest warms at his praise and he rips his briefs off, tossing them aside. He lines himself up, but his movements now are not quick. They are controlled and precise. He knows your body and knows just what you need.

He presses in slowly, knowing you can feel every bit of him. You can feel his head enter you, a satisfying pop as he does. The veins on his cock are squeezed by your walls and he groans. Your hands grip his biceps, nails gouging into his skin and he revels in it.

He enters slowly and you lift your hips to meet him, trying to bring him in faster. Atsumu grins at your desperation, but doesn’t let up his teasing. He pulls out, still agonizingly slow, and then enters at the same pace. He is languidly dragging along your walls, enjoying the way they protest his pace, trying to pull him in faster. This is a struggle for him too. He is dangling something just out of reach for him too. 

You grit your teeth, “Atsumu, please. God, please, just give it to me.” And he pauses, tongue flicking over his lips. Your grip on his biceps tightens, and you glare at him, “Quit being a brat and give it to me.” He stutters and then begins a brutal pace. He has let the mouse go, only to try and catch it again. And a moan leaves you, “That’s my good boy.”

Atsumu chases after his finish, pushing you towards yours as well. He is done teasing, done holding back. His hand slips up, wrapping around your throat like you like, and you gasp at the pleasure. Both of your orgasms this time are white hot, snapping through you harshly.

You are both panting, chasing breaths you cannot quite catch yet. Your hands drop from his arms and he begins to kiss your face, peppering them all over. You run your hands into his hair, smirking, “God, you’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?”

Tagging: @alto-march-of-death, @waitforitillwritemywayout, @monsterkatts, @keishinslove, @shnnn

[nightjung]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

Married Couple!Jaehyun x reader

63. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

88. “I’m up for it if you are.” 

warnings: impreg kink

a/n: here ya go @plump-peach​!! repost with the pic of your request bc tags weren’t working (not surprised tho) when i posted and replied to it, but sorry it took so long, hope you like it bby!! 

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It was your first Christmas together as a married couple. The year gave you such a headache, from performances to sneaking around with Jaehyun, hiding from Dispatch, you finally had the weekend to yourself. No one said it was easy being married to an idol, you had met him coincidentally when you were studying dance in the local college and were asked to become a backup dancer for NCT. The rest is history. 

Before spending Christmas day with both of your families, Jaehyun wanted to reserve a secluded winter cabin and spend time with you before the hectic holidays with your families and his members. You promised no gifts for each other but just the presence of one another.

“Are you liking it?” Jaehyun asked, his head propped up on his arm on the bed.

“Yeah I do,” you turned to smile at your husband, “thank you for such a wonderful time here.” 

“Of course-” he leaned into you, “-I hated sneaking around Dispatch, this is the least I could do after what I put you through.”

“And I’d do it again,” you smiled, closing the space between both of your lips. 

Maybe it was bad, but ever since you two arrived at the secluded cabin, you couldn’t get enough of each other; hands in each other’s hair, legs tangled together, and the room saturated with the smell of sex and sounds of pleasure. You blamed it on the freezing weather and the home-like feeling the holiday always brought. 

Jaehyun’s lips moulded perfectly with yours, he brought warmth to your legs, the quivering feeling making you pull them together. He noticed and scoffed at your avoidance to accept your arousal. With his lips nipping your bottom lip, he pulled away earning a sigh from you as you followed your gaze from your lips to his eyes, the subtle slyness in his eyes eliciting goosebumps on your skin. That’s when you knew tonight was going to be particularly different, especially when Jaehyun lifted his weight from you and held your hand, hoisting you up and taking you to the living room. You managed to grab the light blanket around you before he fully pulled you out of bed, still being naked. You quickly wrapped your naked body before the cold air got to it. 

“W-what are you d-doing?” You sputtered, sex was always fun with Jaehyun because there was always something new, but he always told you and asked you beforehand. 

Jaehyun sat himself in front of the fireplace with you before him. His breath hitched when he glanced at you, your skin glowing gold before the flames of the fire and your hair perfectly framing your face, falling on your naked shoulders. Your eyes held a sense of innocence and curiosity for his actions, making him gush. “Just wanted to try something new.” 

You tilt your head to the side, getting a good look at the fireplace. You chuckled when you realized what he was implying, “in front of the fireplace?” he nodded, his dimples divoting in his cheeks. you bent forward until your lips were barely touching Jaehyun’s, “Well, I’m up for it if you are.”

And of course he was into it. In a swift motion, Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your body, gently setting you on the floor, not even bothering to put a pillow under you. He was so excited, so excited to just feel you, feel your skin against his, feel your nails scratching his back, and feeling your pussy swallow his throbbing cock.  

You noticed the giddiness in his eyes and the small smile on his lips and you couldn’t help but ask, “has this been a fantasy of yours?” Jaehyun nodded again, his dimples making an appearance, once again. You poked them and perched yourself on your elbows to kiss his cheeks. 

“Let me take care of you tonight, hm?” he was kind in asking you, but you still sensed the dominance in him creeping up on his hands, one of them now sitting on your breast. 

When Jaehyun squeezed the flesh in his large hands, your lips parted, letting him know that whatever he was doing, it was working. He massaged them before pinching your perking nipple between his fingers, which ultimately made you arch your back. Feeling his fingertips trace down to your stomach, brushing over your navel, and down to your clothed pussy. 

You hitched your breath from the edging feeling of his touch, earning a playful smirk from Jaehyun, “you like that? Just wait until I take you tonight,” his lips brushing your ear. 

Your eyes widened and you inhaled a sharp breath when his hands maneuvered to your womanhood after throwing your underwear to the side, his long fingers not even bothering to coat themselves in your essence but instead harshly entering your pussy. Your eyes rolled back from the sharpening feeling, immediately stretching you out. 

Unlike the other nights, Jaehyun was riled, he wasn’t being soft, but instead being so hard and quick. He was quick to get hard, his tip just brushing against your thigh as he bent forward to kiss you aggressively, sucking your bottom lip and drawing it out with his teeth. 

“Look so pretty tonight,” he groans, his eyes failing to leave your lips between his teeth. 

“Please stop playing around,” you whine when he finally lets go of your lips, “please, Jae, just-”

“Spit it out, tell me what you want, baby” Jaehyun sighs, his biggest wish is to hear you beg.

“I want you, I need to feel you- my gosh just- FUCK!!” You jolted forward, lurching your arms trying to grab ahold of Jaehyun, trying to just grasp onto anything as he thrusted into you, his tip hitting the spot that made you see the stars. You tried your best to narrow your eyes at him at his failure to warn you, but you couldn’t even keep your eyes from squeezing shut.

“Why didn’t...you say so...before,” Jaehyun grunts as his thrusts become harder, deeper. 

Instead of replying, you cry out, tears brimming your face as your back arches, the pain of the wooden floor unsuccessfully bringing your head some sort of comfort. Jaehyun noticed you slightly hitting your head on the floor from the upbringing feeling of your climax, that’s why he wrapped his hand around the back of your head, a way to protect yourself from getting hurt and to bring you closer to me. 

“Are you going to answer me?” He asks you, who timidly makes eye contact with him, your jaw dropped. 

You shyly nod, biting back a moan, “I...I d-don’t know.” 

Jaehyun shakes his head, a grin appearing on his face almost as if he knew what he was doing to you, “fucking you so hard, you can’t even come up with the words. Fucking you dumb.” You couldn’t reply to his dirty comment because you were too busy rolling your eyes to the back of your head, exactly proving his point. 

The moment Jaehyun grabs onto your legs and wraps them around his waist is the moment where you absolutely lose it. The new angle brings a different, a deeper feeling of his cock hitting the spot where you could almost taste the euphoria on the tip of your tongue. The tongue which dances with Jaehyun when he bends down to plant a kiss, the lewd sounds of him ramming into you and tongues and teeth clashing are louder than the crackling of the fireplace. He moans into the kiss when he snaps his hips into yours, knowing that you’d be incredibly sore the next morning, which makes him thrust even harder. 

In the midst of your intimate moment, a sudden thought comes to your mind; a new position. You two weren’t really to explore unnatural positions, but you just needed to feel all of him, you wanted to feel closer, more intimate. Slowly, you unwrapped your legs from Jaehyun’s waist with him giving you a questioning expression. You reassured him with a kiss that you knew what you were doing. In a calm matter, you spread your legs open as far as you could, thanking your flexibility from all of those years of dancing. 

A glint of lust filled Jaehyun’s eyes as your legs spread farther open, giving him more access to push into you, “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that...flexible.”

“Guess I have all of those years of dancing to thank for,” you smile up at him. 

Albeit the position, Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to slow or quicken his pace, he’s careful because it’s an area you two never explore. Which he figured that you two should do more often because he never knew that just the spread of your legs could give him more access to shove his tip in deeper. He groans from the way your pussy swallows his cock, the sounds of the lewd act, and the way you squirm under him, telling him how good he feels in you. 

“Go faster,” you pant, hands grasping his shoulders. 

Quickly, Jaehyun increases the pace which makes you tremble in his arms, tears quickly spilling from the corners of your eyes. The rapid speed of each other’s hips shoving into one another makes the pit of your stomach warm and your throat tighten. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jaehyun smirks, you only nod to his question as your feet curl. 

Jaehyun was always thoughtful in offering to take care of you and making sure you come at least three times, sometimes four. To be honest, he really didn’t think you’d pull through, but you always manage to amaze him. He finds a moment in time to admire your beauty; the red and purple marks scattered across your neck, collarbone, chest, lead down to your stomach, and when he looks up at you, your hair is splayed against the wood floor, some of it sticking to your forehead and the side of your face from sweat. He swears he can come right then and there. When his gaze switches to your face, it holds a golden glow on the rise of your cheeks, making you look like the sun, his world. 

“God you’re so beautiful,” he moans, his head falling back as his hands find their way to your clit, quickly rubbing circles. 

You sobbed in his touch, his thrusting cock, everything drove you into another dimension as he kept pounding into you relentlessly. Thank goodness for the isolation of the cabin or else you know you’d be dealing with calls from the neighboring houses. 

“Cum, cum for me love. Want to feel your cum all over my cock,” Jaehyun lowly said, his eyes dark and determined to make you come undone. 

After a few more thrusts, the arising feeling grows in your pussy, immediately clenching when you climax with screwed eyes and clenched fists. Jaehyun holds onto your jerking body as your limbs thrash against the overwhelming feeling. 

Focused on your sensitivity, he rides you out as your legs fall limp into their regular stance, “that’s it baby, do it for me.” 

You know what he’s doing, “it’s okay, I can take it,” you stroke your hand through his hair, letting him know that he can chase his climax also. 

Jaehyun’s gentle when he begins rocking into you again, chasing his own euphoria. You praise him as he does, aware that it turns him on and makes him come quicker. 

“Cum for me, baby. Want you to come in me...want to carry your baby, let everyone know how well you knocked me up,” you whisper in his ear, your voice full of sultry. 

“Ohhh, you’re so good for me,” Jaehyun groaned, “you’re mine. All mine. Want to have my baby? Let everyone know I knocked you up? Fine. You’re so dirty, so have it your way, princess.” 

And soon, Jaehyun’s hips stutter and his groans become higher pitched as he reaches his orgasm. His body shakes as he bends down, his body weight pressed on top of yours as he hides his face in your neck, nipping the warm skin. You peck his temple as he manages to calm down, his breath becoming steady again. 

With strong arms, Jaehyun lifts you into his embrace and carries you back to the master bedroom. The room is cold from the missing human heat, but when Jaehyun slides next to you to bring you to his chest, everything is restored. 

With a dimpled smile and whiskered cheeks, Jaehyun plants a passionate kiss on your lips, making both of your hearts swell, “Happy holidays, my love.” 

[robinofinashiro]

request from anonymous: I was wondering if you could do a NSFW reinerxreader fic where he gets back from Marley and sees how much the reader has changed (for the better) and falls in love with her all over again (let's just say they had a crush on each other since they were kids) hehehe

request status: CLOSED 

NOTE: i’m so sorry but NSFW reqs are off now. i didn’t feel confident in the writing so i took it off from an option but i hope i gave the rest of the imagine some justice. 

pairing: reiner braun x fem! reader

when signing up for the Marley Warrior Program, you didn’t sign yourself up for it. you felt as though you didn’t have what it took to become a warrior or make it through the training so you didn’t even bother to sign yourself up. 

however, you were a honorary Marleyan through one of your parents. Pieck and Reiner were some of the friends you had when they signed themselves up for the program. Reiner was your closest friend throughout your childhood so when you heard that he was picked to inherit the Armored Titan, you felt a bit bittersweet about it. 

you knew what the implications were when kids chose to be warriors. they only had so many years to live before the titan powers essentially killed them. they would be gone for YEARS at a time and have the possibility of not returning back home. 

the announcement of the warriors finally returning home from Paradis was news ringing throughout the city. the heroic effort from Gabi Braun was the latest thing being talked about as it finally gave all warriors and the candidates a chance to come home. 

“mother, I’ll be back, I’m going to watch everyone welcome them back,” you told her. she nodded, giving you a smile knowing that the only person you wanted to see back was Reiner. 

the adults talked amongst themselves when the two of you were kids about how you two were perfect for each other. you were attached to the hip when he wasn’t with Bertholdt and the day before he left to Paradis was a day you wouldn’t forget. 

the two of you were under a tree, Reiner speaking about how nervous he had became over the course of the last few days. leaving his mom, you, and missing life in general were thoughts running through his head. you had no idea what to do or say considering you weren’t in the position to even give him advice. 

the night was already crawling in when Reiner had offered to walk you back home. you were holding onto his arm a bit tightly as you knew this would be the last time you’d see him for a few years. 

you reached your home, giving Reiner a tight hug before whispering to him that he’d be okay. once you pulled away, you could see conflict inside of Reiner’s head before he grabbed you by the shoulders and basically smashing your lips with his. 

after Reiner pulled away, you couldn’t help but laugh. you knew Reiner was the last person to know anything about kissing anyone. Reiner internally freaked out, thinking what he did was wrong. 

“Reiner, relax,” you whispered before grabbing him by the hand and pulling him towards you. you cupped his cheek softly with your hand and returned the kiss back but a lot more gently. Reiner sighed in relief, letting you take the lead.

once you finally pulled away, you looked at him in the eye seriously. 

“come back to me alive, Reiner.” 

he gulped nervously and nodded before giving you a quick hug and running back towards his home. 

you wore the clothes you thought would be the most eye appealing to Reiner. you hadn’t seen him in years, the two of you fully grown adults by now and you honestly had no idea if Reiner would even care to see you anymore. 

all those years in Paradis must’ve changed him as a person. being surrounded by them probably made him a stonewall and who knew, maybe you were just some after thought to him now. 

you walked to where everyone was meeting the warriors and candidates. you stood next to a couple awaiting their kid as the doors finally opened and you felt your heart started to race seeing everyone sitting in the back of the horses. 

“exciting right?” the woman said happily. you nodded, “waiting for someone in specific?” she asked. 

you nodded, taking the photo of you and Reiner from the back pocket of your skirt. 

“Vice Chief Braun was a close friend of mine from childhood.” 

her eyes nodded seeing the photo, “wow,” was all she managed to say before screams erupted even louder as the horses that held Pieck, Porco, Colt Reiner, Gabi, and a few others finally entered. 

you clapped softly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself as you laughed at the way Gabi was celebrating for herself. 

Reiner scanned the crowd, hoping to see his mom when his movements came to a halt. his eyes landed on you. he was at a stuck for words. you were beautiful to say the least. you were now a bit taller. grew into your figure a bit more and although he hadn’t spoken to you, a part of his heart ached hoping that within those years he was gone, you hadn’t found someone else. 

Reiner knew it was a bit ridiculous to bank on that hope. he was gone for years and you were at home, probably gaining an education, meeting entirely new people and probably having people fall in love with you left and right but regardless, he still hoped that the feelings you had for him as a kid were still there all these years later. 

you gave yourself a few minutes, deciding not to bother Reiner’s reunion with his mom and his close family. you had went to a nearby food stall for tea to keep yourself occupied.

“hi, can I order one medium tea please?” the man nodded, before turning quickly to make your tea. you tapped on the wood, anxiously waiting for your tea before deciding to see if it was okay to see Reiner, “here ya go,” the man said handing you the cup.

you reached into your bag for the money before you heard someone clear his throat. you turned around, wondering who it was that made that rude noise. 

“I’ll pay for her.” 

the man quickly discarded the charge, telling Reiner it was no charge for you if you were with him. Reiner nodded before the two moved so the next people in line could order. 

“Vice Chief Braun.”

you had no idea what else to say. the two of you remained looking at each other for a while. finally, you let the best of you crawl up and embrace him in one of the tightest hugs you had ever did. 

Reiner sighed, hugging back instantly, accidentally making your tea fall on the ground, spilling everywhere. the tea was your last thought as you hugged Reiner even tighter when you felt a few tears drop onto your button up shirt. 

“I can’t believe you’re finally back,” you whispered to him, “you’ve grown so much Vice Chief Braun.” 

he shook his head no, making you confused. 

“it’s Reiner to you. it’s always been Reiner.” 

you laughed, “of course Reiner,” you giggled. Reiner sighed, feeling a sense of normalcy in your voice and laugh, “I’m glad you still waited all these years for me,” Reiner whispered. 

you looked at him in the eyes, seeing the teary gaze still in his eyes. 

“when I told you to come back alive, that was my promise that I’d wait for you.” 

Reiner nodded, instantly feeling the love he felt for you as kid rush back to you. the idea that you waited all these years for him and promised him and yourself that you wouldn’t bat an eye at another man until he returned was more than Reiner could ask for. 

this time, Reiner cupped your cheek, a bit harsher than he intended and kissed you. you felt yourself yelp at the gesture before relaxing into the kiss. the kiss from back then felt like child’s play in comparison to now. 

this kiss was blood, sweat, and tears in the making. Reiner was a lot more confident now compared to how he was back then as his arms instantly snaked around your waist to deepen it. your arms went around his neck, feeling Reiner’s tongue enter your mouth. 

truth be told, you felt a bit weirded out to be so open with the kiss you were having but eventually, you heard Reiner’s cousin, Gabi scream for him. you pulled away from the kiss, Reiner now a bit sad that it had to be cut off. 

“Reiner, your mom is looking for you! she wants you to know that dinner is going to be ready in an hour!” 

she looked too Reiner before looking to you and smiling. 

“you’re Reiner’s girlfriend, right? I like you!”

you were a bit taken back but nevertheless, you smiled and thanked her as she ran back to her friends and family. 

“you’ll come to dinner, right?” he asked, “I’m not finished with you just yet.” 

you could help but laughed, “of course. I became friends with your mom while you were gone so it shouldn’t be too weird,” you joked as Reiner locked his hand with yours before heading back to your place to reintroduce himself to your mom and siblings. 

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 2

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Swordplay~

To summarise: I will have the love square one way or another!

Ao3

First >Next 

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As far as homes go it’s pretty good” Adrien stretches out, Plagg curls up next to him.

“Don't get too comfortable we’re going to be on the move,” Marinette types furiously at her computer.

“I will try my hardest,” Adrien stares blankly at her, sat atop a pile of grubby blankets next to a broken window. Marinette loses connection to her computer and slams it shut with a huff.

“Get some sleep I’m going to find an internet cafe,” Marinette stuffs the cheap laptop into her bag, amazing how something she bought at a hole in the wall place for thirty bucks didn’t work well.

“Who needs sleep when you can have coffee,” Adrian stands up, ready to follow her.

“Sleep Chat,” She pushes him down by the shoulders, “I need my partner fully operational,”

“Yeah kid, take a break, we worked hard,” Plagg yawns, turning over.

“You also worked hard Bug,” Adrien lets himself be pushed back onto the blankets.

“I won't be able to sleep until I know how everything is in Paris,”

“Neither can I,” Adrien protests, already half asleep.

“Sure you can, night Chat,”

“Night M’lady,”

Marinette leaves the same way they came in, though the window. She has to slide down the gutter to get on the street, Tikki hiding away in her bag. She has to go pretty far in town to find a suitable cafe, too far from Adrien to be comfortable. Marinette pops in her earbuds before opening her computer to let her talk to Tikki freely.

She doesn't immediately search up missing person cases. Looking instead at Paris tourist destinations and guides. Switching to the dangers of traveling to Paris; the only mention of Akuma being on obscure question and answer sites. She looks at kidnapping potential and then moves onto missing person cases. Adrien's is the first to come up, obviously. 

There was lots of outcry among his fans. Many were throwing around accusations of foul play on Gabriel's part from abuse to locking Adrien away from the world. However, Gabriel was also fiercely looking for his son. Adrien hadn’t left behind any sort of note. Well only to Nino, which Adrien had told Marinette was asked not to mention to anyone.

Marinette then feels safe enough to look up her own case. It was smaller, although was gaining attention as Jagged proclaimed it to high heavens; more so asking what they did wrong and how they could fix it and asking for any sightings of her. That could be a problem if her picture was already around. Marinette pulls her hood up higher. They might have to get haircuts and wear disguises… on second thought wearing suspicious disguises in Gotham might cause more problems.

“Tikki they seem really worried,” Marinette watches the videos Jagged posted, her parents in the background running around talking with police.

“Of course they are Mari,” Marinette feels a light tap on her side, “But you're doing the right thing,”

“No I’m not,” not when she’s watching a video of her parents crying,  “I’m doing what needs to be done, this is my responsibility, no matter what a certain someone thinks,”

She spits with venom. Maybe Adriens rant last night rubbed off on her.

“He’s the hero here,” Tiki says non accusingly, “Imagine if another hero came to Paris without asking you… remember Volpina?”

“Ah now that was an actual villain,” Marinette hadn’t trusted her from the start,  “Plus she was akumatized,”

“Marinette,” Marinette can’t bring herself to feel guilty, even under tikis scolding.

“Right but that still doesn't give him the right,” Marinette huffs, “After all would he attack Marinette? No!”

“Are you implying you would attack Lila?”

“......... no,”

“Marinette,”

Marinetti smirks to herself instinctively looking around for Adrien to share her joke. Then Marinette froze. The cafe was empty, not even a barista. How had she not noticed!?

“Wait,” Marinetti says out loud before Tiki could talk, “I’m going to have to call you back, something just came up,”

Something was watching her from the kitchen door as if she couldn’t see them. Marinette tries to act normal going for the pepper on the table and putting it on her food. They move at the same time. The attacker runs towards her, Marinette throws the shaker at- Robin?! It hits him square in the forehead, with a curse he touches his bleeding forehead.

“I am so sorry!” Marinette panics, “That was meant to explode in your face!”

“How is that better?!” Robin runs forward, sword drawn. Marinette ducks behind the table grabbing her plate and frisbeeing it towards him, he manages to dodge this one, “Draw your weapon coward!"

“I don’t have a weapon!” She grabs the table cloth ready to take the vigilante down, “What is wrong with you?!”

He doesn't answer lunging at her again with the sword. Marinette kicks up the table then kicks it towards him in one swift movement. With the impact of the table he drops the sword, Marinette jumps up landing on the table which pins Robin down to the ground with its weight and hers, with the legs sticking up.

“I knew it,” Robin spits and she presses her weight into the table to keep him pinned.

“Excuse you,” Marinette catches his wrist as he tries to pull a dagger on her using the table cloth to tie it to the legs of the table, then does the same with the other, “You attacked me,”

“-Robin!” she hears a faint call, no one is around so it must be from his communicator, “-Robin report back to the cave!”

“I’ll take that~” Marinette sings songs ignoring how he growls at her. She rolls her eyes stepping off the table she needed to get out of here now.

She steps out of the cafe throwing the communicator and likely a tracking device too on the roof of a passing car then sprints in the opposite direction. She heads for the alleys looking for an area with no cameras as she runs. When she finds a spot Marinette transforms running back to their base with record timing.

“Adrien wake up!” Ladybug jumps through the window, barely avoiding landing on him, “Batman’s after us,”

“What?!” He sits bolt upright, Ladybug pulls him onto his feet.

“Move! Now!” She grabs their bags, Adrien transforms and they take off over the rooftops.

“What happened?!” Chat shouts as the runaway, “Is Batman chasing us?”

“Yes, well kinda-- Robin tried to kill me,”

“He what?!”

“As Marinette,” She adds, slowing down as they should have put enough distance between them.

“Did they figure us out already?” Chat Noir slows down into a walk then collapses on the rooftop,

"Probably,"

“This is the worst wake up call ever!”

“Well, it's about to get worse,” Ladybug cringes feeling the distinct trace of magic she was all too familiar with.

“Akuma?”

“Akuma,”

“Great, perfect,” Chat complains standing back up.

“At least we’re not at school,” Ladybug shrugs, launching herself over a roof.

“No you’re right being chased by a masked vigilante is a massive improvement,”

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Wow

“Robin! Get your head out of the clouds and get over here!”

Damian breaks out of his trance, regrettably tearing his gaze away from Ladybug to the much less awe inspiring sight of Batman trapped under a car. They shouldn’t be wasting their time worrying about these established amazing hero’s and worry about that assassin on the loose. Who knows who she was after. She could be planning Batman’s demise at this very moment; if she was close with his mother then surely she knew their identities which was far far more dangerous.

Ladybug could handle herself as evidence by her going toe to toe with the newest villain. In a matter of minutes, the villain was down for the count with no help on their part. 

“Ladybug!” He calls before she leaves again, maybe she could help him convince his father that he was being an absolute buffoon.

“Oh it’s you,” She says surprisingly coldly, “What do you want now?”

“Now?”

“Are, you here to attack me again?”

“... I didn’t attack you?” He had spent all morning tracking down a dangerous assassin.

“... Oh! Of course, you did- haha I just ummmm-- there must have been an… Akuma! Yes! There must have been an Akuma earlier that looked like you,”

“An Akuma was impersonating me?” Robin growls.

“Yeah, they do that sometimes,” Chat Noir pipes up, “It’s annoying,”

“Yes and if you’re here, that uh… that means the Akuma is still out there so we gotta go deal with that so-bye!” Ladybug swings off closely followed by Chat Nor; off to go save his name and reputation.

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“So you really think that was an Akuma?” Adrien asks as they transform back.

“Maybe- I don’t know it was just an excuse so he wouldn't figure out my identity,”

“Well at least he doesn't know it,” Adrien shrugs as they walk through the alleys in search of a new place to rest that night.

“If he doesn't know then why would he attack Marinette?” She asks, “And if it was an Akuma that means Hawkmoth knows my identity which is so much worse!”

“Is it tho?”

“Chat,”

“I mean back in Paris it would have been bad,” They both cringe, “But here we have no home, no family, no friends! He cant use any of that against us now!”

Adrien beams his contagious smile.

“You always manage to find a bright side,” Marinette smirks punching him in the shoulder.

“So that's why,” They both turn around, staring in shock.

“Batman?!” Turning back their way out is already blocked by mister boy wonder. Who, by the way he is glaring at her, was not an Akuma this morning.

“I can't believe Talia called me because some teenagers were eloping,”

I know that name- WAIT!

“Eloping?!” Marinette chokes, “We are not eloping!”

“As in not at all,” Adrien blanches, “And I mean no offense Marinette you are literally the sweetest person but I can’t imagine anything more horrific!”

“Oh god, same!” At least now, “I mean once when we were younger…-- it was a silly crush!”

“Wait you had a crush on me?!”

“Yeah, well, you had a crush on me!”

“... oh god… I did, didn’t I?!”

While Adrien is dealing with that little revelation Marinette looks around for an escape. There isn’t much opportunity since both have their eyes on them, partly out of morbid curiosity at their little freakout. Well if you don't have a distraction homemade is fine.

“AKUMA!” They both look, predictably. 

Marinette grabs Adrien and runs. She goes for the side Robins guarding, sweeping his legs sending him crashing to the ground.

“I’m not sorry!” Marinette calls as they sprint down the alley.

Marinette heads for the main street, enough of a crowd to camouflage. As they are walking through as casually as possible Marinette sweeps them both for bugs putting any she finds on random passerbys. They walk sometimes ducking into busy shops in hopes of losing their trail. They come across the mall which works perfectly for them. They stay until it starts to approach closing time, it’s easy enough to avoid security and so they get locked in for the night.

“So what do you want to do?!” They walk through the empty halls Adrien skipping along and looking at each display. Marinette stops outside an electronics store, the tv’s still on and displaying the news.

“Make a plan for a way to deal with that,” On-screen are the two of them, a video of Ladybug throwing a car at Batman, “This is taken completely out of context!”

“What’s the context?” 

“Batman was being a little bitch!”

“I’m sure that will hold up in court,” Adrien laughs taking a seat in one of those massage chairs, “Besides what's the problem?”

“The problem?!” Marinette yells, “The problem is that now all of Gotham is going to hate us!”

“So? Do we really need them to like us?” Adrien gets up to stand by her, rubbing her shoulder.

“They did in Paris,”

“We’re not in Paris anymore,” Adrien says quietly, leading her towards the seats, “We have a chance to start new again, everyday something we haven't done before, a couple of pals living day to day on the edge, isn’t that exciting?”

“I just--” want to go home, “I’m tired,”

“Take a break,” Adrien sits her down in the massage chair with a kind smile, “I’ll keep watch,”

“.. ok,” Marinette curls up in the chair Tikki coming to lie beside her. With not much strength to fight it, Marinette falls asleep while she can.

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Taglist? nope don’t have one, horrible at keeping track of them sorry~

[chibinekochan]

My Demon family

You get adopted by Lucifer and Diavolo

Just some domestic fluff. 

In this au the reader is a toddler that brings loads of love and chaos into their lives.

And yes they are married in this Au, congrats boys.

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  A very typical appointment leads Lucifer to take Diavolo's place visiting a human orphanage. 

Lucifer isn't even sure how or why Diavolo is involved here but he is here regardless. 

Counting the minutes until it's over.

  Bored he looks at the children playing, they are clearly scared of him. Nothing new. Somehow small beings like these tend to be scared of him. Probably his demon aura. 

Then his eyes meet yours. You somehow wandered towards him, book in hand and pull on his pant leg. With huge bright eyes you look at him. Lucifer crooks his head, wondering what you possibly want from him. 

You pout, since he didn't get what you wanted at all. "Mister read to me." You plead with him. Being kinda bored by the other adults not paying any attention to you.

Lucifer raises his eyebrows. He hesitates for a moment. How long has it been since any of his brothers asked him to read to them?

  He looks at you, waiting for you to run away from him. Not a single blink. You just keep looking at him, pointing at the book. "Please mister?!" Putting a tiny bit more urgency into your request. Feeling slightly encouraged since he didn't shoo you away. 

Lucifer can feel his resolve melting due to your pleading eyes. You are very good at this, he has to give you that. 

After another moment locked into a staring contest Lucifer lost. 

He probably never truly had a chance. "Fine, but only for a bit." Lucifer gives in.

  You give him the biggest and brightest smile he has ever seen. Even brighter than Diavolos. 

He finds himself smiling back at you. With this success you cheerfully lead Lucifer to the reading corner. You sit down and look at Lucifer. Clearly expecting him to sit down. 

So he does. "Let's see what we have here. The ugly duckling? Can't say I have read it before." Lucifer opens the book. 

"It's not my favorite. I like the cat and the boot better but someone else got it." You sigh disappointed. "Sounds like something Satan would like." Lucifer chuckles lightly. 

"Is that your child?" You feel curious. 

"He is my brother." Lucifer smiles lightly. 

"That's cool, I have no siblings and my parents are in heaven. Do you believe in heaven?" 

Lucifer is a bit taken aback. "Yes, I know it exists for a fact." He gives you a gentle smile. 

"That's awesome. Do you have other family?" You feel like you want to know even more. 

"I have 6 brothers and one sister, she is also in heaven and I'm married." Lucifer feels a bit of kinship with your loss. 

"Wow, so many siblings. Your parents were quite busy. Do you think my parents and your sister play in heaven together?" 

Lucifer is surprised by your bluntness but it's also very endearing. “I'm sure they do.”

You seem satisfied with that.“You are the oldest right?” 

Lucifer laughs at that. "How did you guess that?" 

You shrug. "You just have big brother energy."

"I see. Shall I read this now for you?" Lucifer finds himself smiling at you. 

"Yeah." You nod and Lucifer starts to read the story.

He isn't sure if it's too sad for you but you seem to be too enthralled by the pictures to care much.

  Then someone comes over and apparently the visit is over.

Not much time has passed but Lucifer finds himself reluctant to leave. You also have an equally sad look on your face, just making this so much harder. “Will you come again?" You seem anxious. 

Lucifer guesses that you must worry, you have certainly lost so much and he doesn't want to give you false hopes. Once he opens his mouth something unexpected escapes him: "Yes." This surprises him much more than you, since all he can see is a bright smile on your face. 

"Awesome. Then we can play on the swings and make a castle and we could draw something." You already made plans it seems. 

Lucifer can't help but smile at this much excitement. Only one other person in his life would be so excited over making plans with Lucifer. That being Diavolo. He probably should bring him along next time I meet you. "I might bring someone special along to meet you too." Lucifer can't promise this part, knowing how busy Diavolo is. 

Your eyes are filled to the brim with hopeful excitement. "That would be cool. I might introduce you to my cool friends too then." You clearly can't contain your excitement at all. 

Lucifer feels a strange desire to trussle your hair, but he holds himself back. "Sure, I look forward to that and if you need anything just tell the person in charge you want to talk to Lucifer." He feels compelled to offer you this much at least. 

You crook your head. "Sure, but did one of the older kids really get into trouble for calling upon Lucifer?" 

Lucifer raises his eyebrow, saying he had forgotten about these kinds of humans. "I see, well in that case just tell me when I come back."

  He leaves the orphanage very reluctant. Especially after he sees you waving at him. 

This is what having your heart broken must feel like. It's strange that a small human could manage such a thing in a single day. 

Lucifer returns home, to the demon castle. 

Many different thoughts cross his mind but Lucifer already knows what to do next. 

In the evening Lucifer and Diavolo have their usual dinner together.

  "There is something that I would like to discuss with you." Lucifer doesn't take long to get to the topic. 

"Sure, tell me what is on your mind." Diavolo has noticed that there is something on Lucifer's mind. 

"I know we haven't talked about this yet but how would you feel about adopting a child?" 

Diavolo is very surprised. "I didn't think that you would be interested in a child. Did the visit to the orphanage inspire this desire?" Diavolo is smiling, he always figured that Lucifer is already too busy to even consider a child. 

'I wasn't, or at least I thought I wasn't until earlier." Lucifer smiles gently. "You see there was this small child and I don't know how but they touched my heart." 

Diavolo chuckles. "Sounds like a remarkable child to me. Being able to touch your heart in a single day. It took me centuries to get to that point."

"I was just playing hard to get." Lucifer shoots Diavolo a flirty look. 

Diavolo laughs. "So you are seriously wanting to adopt a child after seeing them once? And here I thought I'm the spontaneous one in our marriage." 

"I thought so too but I guess you rubbed off on me and before making a final decision I want you to meet them. I mean I want to adopt them with you." Lucifer shrugs and then smiles gently at Diavolo. 

"I like this new spontaneous side of you, Lucifer. I will go along. Every person that manages to capture your heart is worth meeting at least once in my opinion." Diavolo smiles widely at Lucifer. 

"Thank you, Diavolo and I realize that I'm quite unreasonable." Lucifer just can't help himself. 

"Well, if it had been me I would have just brought them home with me. So you are quite reasonable in my opinion." Diavolo let's out a heartfelt laughter. 

"I sure hope you don't bring another puppy home." Lucifer shakes his head. 

"I have learned my lesson." Diavolo waves Lucifer off. "Now when should we go to the orphanage?" Diavolo checks his schedule. 

"Oh, and I definitely want to hear the whole story. I might be able to learn something from them." Diavolo is already fully on board with this. No matter how much this will turn his life upside down, seeing Lucifer this smitten is more than enough for Diavolo to do this.

  Lucifer agrees and gives a quite lively retelling of his earlier encounter. Every word raises Diavolos' excitement. 

Soon the day arrives. Diavolo barely contains his excitement and Lucifer seems to be rather nervous. 

"It's kinda like a first date isn't it?" Diavolo muses. 

"Not really, but I understand the sentiment." Lucifer smiles lightly. 

"Do you think that they will like me?" Diavolo seems a bit uncertain. 

"I can't imagine that they wouldn't like you. You are way easier to love than I am." Lucifer pats Diavolo on his shoulder. 

"That's very sweet of you to say. Shall we head inside?" Diavolo takes a small breath. 

Lucifer nods. 

   They both head inside, into a room where you are already waiting for them. As soon as you see them you run to them. With a small push toy in toe. "You really came!" You smile wide at Lucifer. 

"I tend to keep my word." Lucifer smiles gently at you. 

"Is that your special person?" With curious eyes you look at Diavolo. 

Who instantly crouches down, trying not to spook you with his size. 

"Yes, this is Diavolo my husband." Lucifer introduces him with a gentle smile. 

"Hello, you are pretty, a good choice Lucifer. If I had known I would have made you a flower crown or something. Unless that's not your style." You seem to approve. 

Diavolo chuckles and Lucifer flushes a little. "I like flower crowns and who is your friend here." Diavolo looks at your little toy. 

"This is my best friend Tom. He is a bit shy but once you know him he won't shut up." You hold your plush toy up. 

"Ah, nice to meet you." Diavolo shakes its little paw. 

"Reminds me of Levi." Lucifer gives a small laugh. You look at Lucifer with a curious look.

"That's one of my brothers." He explains.

That seems to be enough for now.

  "So what kind of games do you guys like to play?" You look at the shelves of games on the wall. 

"You can decide today." Diavolo offers and that seems to be just the right choice since your face lights up. 

"Then we should go outside. We can only go to the playground but we can make a sandcastle." You seem only slightly disappointed by your lack of opinions. 

"Sounds perfect to me." Diavolo nods to that idea. 

"Oh, but your clothes are gonna get dirty right? Does that bother you?" You just thought about that possibly. 

"Don't worry about it. I have cast a dirt repeal spell on both of our clothes." Lucifer had seen something like this coming. 

"Wow, that's super useful. I need something like that too. I always get scolded for getting dirty." You pout slightly. 

"No worries, I can cast it on you too." It's pretty easy for Lucifer. He easily casts the spell to your amazement. 

"Sweet, do you have a spell that makes peppers taste good too?" You look at yourself, feeling pretty pleased. 

"Sorry, even my powers have limitations." Lucifer chuckles. 

"Too bad." You sigh slightly disappointed. 

"Yeah, if that were the case I'd be eating pickles by now." Diavolo nods to himself. 

"You don't like pickles? You should really eat them or you won't become big and strong." You parrot the one thing that they keep telling you. 

"I think I'm big enough already but I get what you mean." Diavolo sighs, slightly defeated. 

"So, are we going to play on the playground now or what?" You grow slightly inpatient. 

"Of course, lead the way." Lucifer smiles and you proudly show them the way, it's right behind the building. 

You show them the sandbox and grab a few things to build with. 

You then make sure that everyone has a plastic sand toy. 

"How big do you like your castle?" You start by doing the foundation of your future sandcastle. 

"As big as my own castle, what about you Lucifer?" Diavolo can already picture it in front of his eyes. 

"I doubt we have enough sand or space for that. I think this size is pretty good." Lucifer doesn't even know the first thing about sandcastles but he knows it will be impossible to build one as big as a real castle. 

"You live in a real castle? Like some sort of prince or something?" The mention of a real castle is very exciting to you. 

"Actually I'm a prince." Diavolo grins a bit bashfully. 

"No joke? That's so awesome! Wait, does that make you a prince too, then Lucifer?" Your excitement knows no bounds. 

"No, but I guess you could say I'm a royal consort of sorts." Lucifer wasn't interested in the title at all. 

"Royal conort? Sounds like cake or something." You crook your head. 

"Hahaha it kind of does. I should ask Barbatos to invent a dessert with that name." Diavolo can't contain his laughter. 

"Royal consort is just what you call someone who is married to royalty but it does sound silly." Lucifer had never even thought about it. 

"Let's go on the swings now." You had enough building for now.

"Alright. What shall we do with the castle?" Lucifer looks at the pile of sand.

"There is only one thing that can be done." You get up and jump with full force into the pile, destroying the whole thing. 

"Aww too bad, I wanted to finish it." Diavolo looks a bit solemn. 

You get up, shake the sand off and then give him a little pat. "We can build an even better castle next time." 

"You are right. We should make it double as big." Diavolo instantly lights up. 

"I wonder which of you is the real child here." Lucifer shakes his head but smiles gently at you and Diavolo. 

You're almost already on the swings before you come running back. "Come on, don't be slowpokes. The swings are very popular." You nervously look at the currently empty swings. 

"Coming." Both men speak in unison and then chuckle at each other. You clearly have them both already wrapped around your little fingers. 

Pleased you sit on the swing. "Diavolo can you give me a push?" 

"Of course." Diavolo gives you a gentle push, unsure of how much strength he should use.

  Lucifer has a slightly sour expression. 

"You can use the other swing if you want." You aren't sure why Lucifer seems to be upset. 

"No, don't mind me." Lucifer hadn't even noticed the frown on his face. 

"Yeah, don't worry about him. I think he is just upset that you asked me to give you a push." Diavolo laughs. 

Lucifer rolls his eyes but he also can't deny it. 

"I'm sorry Lucifer. You can do it next time, or maybe I can give you a push." 

Lucifer flushes slightly. "Sure, why not." 

You swing some more, while laughing the entire time.

  The time passes before you even notice it. Soon your time together will end. Each of you seems to feel equally sad. 

"Seems like our time is going to end soon." Lucifer has no choice but to point out the obvious. 

You nod, with a troubled expression. It's heartbreaking. 

"Will you come back?" You are a bit scared to ask. You can't even look at them. 

Both men look at each other then they smile. "Of course we will come back." Lucifer says what both are thinking. 

You look at them, eyes sparkle. "Does that mean that you both like me? Because I think you are both pretty cool. I mean Tom is still the best but you are pretty close." You sheepishly squeeze your toy.

"Of course we like you." Diavolo smiles. 

Lucifer seems slightly troubled by the fact that he was beaten by a toy. 

"So, how about I give you a ride home and then we come and play again soon?" Diavolo obviously wants to make this as easy as possible for you and himself. 

"Yeah, I always wanted to ride a horse but  a prince comes pretty close." You agree with a nod. 

Lucifer seems a bit unsure about the connection but snickers regardless. 

Diavolo lifts you on his shoulders and carries you back to the orphanage, while walking as slowly as possible. 

The goodbye is still kind of hard but it's helped by the fact that you will meet again. 

"So we are going to do this right?" Diavolo is the first to speak on the way home.

"Yes, we are but I want to clarify that this isn't just something that will be just fun and games. The Devildom is a dangerous place for children. Human children are extremely fragile so we will have to be very prepared." Lucifer knows this will be anything but easy. 

"So we should make the whole castle human safe and child safe. Lucky enough we have more than enough rooms. I will ask Barbatos to get us some childcare books from the human realm. I'm quite excited just thinking about this." Diavolo seems very giddy. 

"I agree with that. I should get my brothers some books too. They need to be educated. We should take some classes about child care." Lucifer already forms a detailed plan in his head. 

Both keep talking about the adoption, being very excited about the whole thing.

~ So yeah this is it for now. I wanted to write more and maybe I will. I have a cliffnotes version I might post that soon. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this so far.

[arans-princess]

Good to see you

ARAN X READER SMUT

“Yes, mom, the flight was nice.

-...

“Yes, mom, Aran is here with me.”

-… 

“ Okay… yes, mom, I Love you, too. Okay, mom, I'll see you in a bit.”

-... 

 “What? Okay, well there is only one airport and only one terminal that comes in from Japan, so yes, I'm sure he has the right one.” you take a look around you and see the airport dropoff is bustling as 

-... 

 “Ok, mama, bye…Yes, mom. Okay, I Love you more bye," you finally manage to hang up after a barrage of questions from your ever loving mother. You and Aran patiently wait for your father to pick you two up. When you suggested renting a car or taking a shuttle, the notion was shot down, your parents were adamant about the superstar not having to take public transportation, and no they did not mean you. 

“What was all of that, princess?" he inquires, cocking his head to the side. He walks over to your side and takes both of your hands in his to keep them warm as he waits for your explanation. 

“Oh that, that was just my mom asking a million and one questions.” you both chuckle knowing she can be a little overbearing. Peeking around the corner you see a car that resembles your father’s, so the two of you gather your belongings and wait for him to pull up in front of you.

  “Hi Dad! I missed you!” You exclaim in delight as you run up to hug him. He returns your hug with a tight squeeze and a warm smile. 

  “Hey there pumpkin! I missed you too!” He murmurs into your ear, leaving the embrace as he turns to Aran who has already put the luggage in the trunk and pulls him into an even tighter embrace, rocking side to side as he expresses how much your family misses seeing him and whatnot. The ride home is peaceful, the three of you make small talk over what’s been happening in your lives and what’s new. With Aran riding shotgun he and your father soon get lost in a conversation amongst themselves. You didn’t really take offense to this seeing as your loving fiance is very popular in your family, he and your parents have such a wonderful relationship. He really is perfect for you. 

Once you all make it home, you find your mother in the driveway waiting for your arrival. After the car is put in park and the trunk is popped, Aran and your father carry the items in the house and up the stairs to where you both will be sleeping for the next few days - your childhood bedroom. Your father leaves to the living room allowing you two to get settled. You unpack your clothes putting garments into your drawers and putting your attire for this evening and christmas day in your closet on a hanger to keep it from wrinkling; as this will only be a week long trip, it only takes you two a short while to fully unpack. You both take your gifts you brought over from overseas for the secret santa out of your luggage, and place them neatly on your full sized bed. Looking at it closer you realize that it's going to be a bit of a tight fit due to Aran’s massive size. Good thing you like to cuddle. 

You take a moment for yourselves, before going downstairs to greet the others and given Aran is very popular with your family, this will likely be the last time you will have him all to yourself on this trip. As you two stand in the room alone you can't help but sneak little peeks as you tell him about all the times you snuck a lover into your room when your parents just knew you were fast asleep.

“Wow y/n, I never pegged you as the rebellious type!” he exclaims joyfully poking your cheeks. This sends you both into a fit of chuckles. 

“Well honey, you should know better than anyone just how bad I can truly be…” you whisper seductively in his ear before taking it between your teeth and pulling lightly, one hand dances up his bicep and the other grazes his dick through his loose grey joggers. This draws a throaty groan coming from deep within his chest. You can feel his dick jump at the sudden contact. 

“Naughty kitten,” he spits through gritted teeth, “you know we dont have time for this.” A swift tap to your rear makes his point crystal clear.

“C’mon daddy, just a-” 

“Y/N! Stop hogging our pride and joy! You two are getting married soon, you will have all the time in the world to spend together!” your mother yells from what you are assuming is at the base of the stairs, “We haven't seen him in months, don't be selfish!” she continues jokingly. Effectively cutting you off and dissipating any sexual tension in air surrounding you two. 

Begrudgingly you both tread to the kitchen hand in hand, your mother immediately greets him with a hug and kiss on his cheek. He is much taller than she is so he has to lean down a bit to her height. He takes the hug a step further and wraps both arms around her tightly and lifts her off her feet a bit giving her a twirl before gently setting her back on her own two feet. This draws a squeal of delight from her followed by a fit of giggles from her and everyone else in the room. 

“Hi sweetheart! We missed you so much over here! We know you have been training hard and this is finally your off season so we forgive you for not calling.” she chimes, in a joking scold.

“Well I'm glad you all can forgive me. For my inexcusable behavior, I will try my hardest not to disappoint you all again.” he fakes a solemn expression, bowing his head slightly with his palms raised in a mock admission of guilt. 

Your uncles and cousins come over to greet him clasping him on the back and congratulating him for an amazing season, while you make small talk with your aunts, catching them up on your personal life. Thankfully they all know you two are far too young to even think about children, both in your early twenties. He has his career and you are in school, neither of you can afford any extra distractions, and on top of all this you two are planing a whole fucking wedding for the summer in Japan! It's amazing neither of you have collapsed from all the stress! 

You all have a few hours before it's time to leave so all the cooks are in the kitchen, making their dishes for tonight's dinner. Your mother is prepping the macaroni and cheese; it's not too long before she starts struggling to grate the cheese due the sheer volume needed in order to make enough to feed the family. Aran takes notice and swoops in, offering to lend some aid. The years in volleyball served him well, and you watch as he puts those bulging muscles to work, shredding the cheese in no time. 

You decide that this is the perfect opportunity for some light teasing, and you creep into the kitchen standing directly behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist and tuck your head seemingly innocently into his back earning coos from the crowd around you. A few aunts cannot help themselves from commenting on how adorable your relationship is, but in actuality your hands are tracing shapes down his happy trail headed further and further south and your lips are leaving light kisses into his warm flesh through his shirt. This causes him to stiffen ever so slightly, choking back a tiny moan. 

Once all the cheese is shredded he hands it over to your mother who thanks him graciously. With that done, you two make your way into the living room and sit on the couch.  Once again starting up conversations with the family members nearby, a few of the toddlers in the house waddle up to Aran, making grabby hands at him. He lifts both of them into his lap without a second thought,  and starts bouncing them on his knees making them squeal in delight, clapping their little chubby hands Together, faces shining brightly with glee. He can't help but coo at the sight and gazes at them with such fondness, and your heart melts just a little bit. The time passes quickly and soon enough you find yourselves running up the stairs to get dressed and head to dinner. 

Once everyone is dressed and ready to leave you all pile into the car, making sure to set the food down somewhere steady, and then you're off. The car ride there is very pleasant, and you all keep each other entertained with stories of what your life has been like in the time you've all spent apart. When you finally arrive at your destination, everyone hops out of the cars and heads inside for a wonderful meal full of laughs and a wonderful atmosphere. It's times like this when you realize just how grateful you are to have such a wonderful and loving family. The night is topped off with secret santa and a fancy bottle of wine your grandmother only opens for special occasions. The evening passes in a blur, the next thing you know you're all piling into the car once again and headed back home, utterly exhausted from the holiday festivities. Trudging through the door you all head upstairs and off to bed. Aran has been more handsy than normal given your parents are still around and have not quite gone to bed yet. As you two walk up the stairs he stops you at your doorway, pulling you into a tight embrace leaving lingering kisses along your jaw.  

“But we can’t, my parents are down the ha-“ You're cut off by him scooping you up and hauling you over his shoulder and into your bedroom. Haphazardly tossing you on to your bed, he crawls over you. Ok, maybe your relentless teasing was a bad idea, but my god if it wasn't fun. The look in his eyes glues you in place, primal and hungry. You gulp and try to reason with him once more but, before you can utter a word his mouth covers yours, lips locked in a dance of passion. 

His kisses are the perfect combination of refreshing and intoxicating. Calloused hands begin caressing your lower half; he somehow got your bottoms off without you noticing. Rubbing quick and precise circles on your cunt, you choke back a moan. His stormy gray eyes, deep and mesmerizing hold you in a trance, unable to look away from him as his fingers dance across your clit. He is working you higher and higher, but you cannot bring yourself to cum. The need for more stimulation causes you to buck and thrash about. Displeased, his eyes narrow, and the grip on your hip tightens as his fingers stop abruptly. He grunts a silent warning: Be still. Your eyes widen in surprise as the lack of stimulation causes your once building orgasm to fade into nothing. You want to fuss and complain but you know better. 

Aran’s dom personas are polar opposites, most of the time he showers you in praise and soft touches, his love for you is displayed with every gesture; but sometimes when you push his buttons just right he does a complete 180: the once gentle caresses morph into harsh slaps, his praise replaced with degrading words spat with such venom you would recoil if not for his eyes gleaming with admiration. The look in his eyes tells you he is on the cusp of tipping to either side. If you misbehave now, Aran will have no choice but to punish you. So you remain still, allowing him to do what he wants, giving you what he wants you to have.

 He removes your panties and spreads your labia, staring at your fleshy hole before he gathers a wad of saliva and drops it on your clit, it was warm upon initial contact but the cool air chilled it quickly. You can feel it drip down between your labia and into your awaiting hole, leaving an icy path in its wake; sending shivers up your spine. He stares intently at your cunt, twitching in anticipation. You open your mouth to ask a question, but your sudden movement draws his eyes away from your wet heat, your eyes meet, his darkened with lust. It's like staring into the abyss, luring and tempting, this stuns you to silence. Satisfied with your silence he rewards you with his mouth on your cunt. He covers it with his mouth and sucks while running his tongue between your folds with a narrow stroke. As his luscious lips start to pull away from yours, he sucks extra hard at your clit while circling it with his tongue, he continues this until your hips begin to buck, then pulls away with a ‘pop’. 

“ Don't  fucking move and  don't  you dare touch me, you fucking brat.” he spits with such malice you turn to stone. And so you do. You stay as still as you possibly can as he eats you like a starved man, all while you fight the urge to grab his head to ground yourself. Your moans flow freely from your lips, cries of pleasure as he takes you higher and higher, so close to cumming you can taste it, but then he stops short, leaving you high and dry. He waits as your impending oragsam fades to nothing. This is the fifth time he has done this tonight, the need to cum has taken over your senses and you force his head back into your awaiting heat. Big mistake. He pulls away and you are met with his dark eyes sharpened with a sadistic gleam. Oh shit. He blinks and suddenly his eyes no longer hold any of the violent anger they held before, instead they hold a calm rage, slowly building as he recounts the actions that brought the two of you here. 

“First, you just had to tease me when we first arrived. Then you thought it was a brilliant idea to start brushing across my cock- with your mother in the room might i add- and now, now, darling, you disobey a direct order?” his voice smooth as honey, dripping in lust and laced with disappointment as his hands run over the expanse of your thighs. Calloused fingers rub your innermost thigh, warming your flesh. “You just had to hold out for a little while longer, I was gonna reward you with all the oragasms your sweet body could handle. You know that the past few weeks of separation haven't been easy for either of us.” he was right. This would be the first time in a month you two would be able to spend any meaningful time together. You really fucked up, but it's not entirely your fault, right? He was the one to bring you to this point, not letting you cum! Of course you were gonna get a little impatient. “What do you have to say for yourself? Hmm? Any justification for your blatant disobedience? You know Daddy always takes care of you.” the end of the sentence is punctuated with a harsh smack to your cunny, followed by another and another, each harder than the last, each making your body jolt with the impact. “Even now you are still not fucking lisenting to me, why must you make this so difficult? Just be a good little pet, is that so hard?” 

 You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off with a sharp look, eyebrows scrunched together in a warning; tread carefully, think about your answer. “Well daddy, I-I didn't mean to be bad? It’s not my fault I couldn't be still-” 

“Oh? It's not your fault you didn't listen to me? So are you saying it's my fault you seem unable to take directions? Is that what I’m supposed to understand?” he interjects quickly. It's too late to start back peddling, the calm fury in his deep eyes tell you that much. With your eyes down cast, you mumble quietly, 

“I'm sorry I was bad Sir. I’ll be good now.” Afraid to look at him, you hope this is enough to appease him, subconsciously you acknowledge that this will not be enough. 

“Oh you’re sorry now, huh? Sorry because you know you're in trouble. I thought we worked on this dearest,” he moves up from his spot between your legs, it's a predatory crawl, his body is so low you can feel his chest ghosting over your body. His muscles rippling with each movement, his eyes have captured yours once again. “You are never sorry when you do it. Your ass is only sorry when you know you're about to get it.” Now his body is directly over yours dwarfing you, caging you with his arms. You're completely at his mercy now. Supporting his weight with one arm to free his right hand, grips your chin with just enough pressure to keep you there, “I will just have to remind you what happens to brats who don't fucking listen, won’t I?” even though the question is rhetorical, you're compelled to comply. 

“Yes sir” your reply is meek, just barely audible if he were not mere inches from your face, however you are met with a firm slap and a firm grip on your chin yet again.

 “Did I tell you to speak? No, I fucking didn’t, damnit y/n why can’t you listen.” he sighs deeply, a sign of how truly disappointed he is in your behavior. “Be a good little kitten and open your mouth, c’mon,” You comply watching him gather a wad of spit and drop it into your awaiting mouth. It tastes like the wine he had at dinner mixed with your own personal flavor, and the mix is intoxicating, making you let out a slight hum at the flavor.  “ Good pet, now swallow.” you gulp slowly, “ Good, now show me.” His commands are slow and methodical, sending chills through your body. He is plotting something, something huge. You open your mouth wide and show him you did what was asked. “So the stupid brat can follow instructions; good, I would hate to have to replace you.'' The thought of being replaced makes you tense but your worries are quelled once he begins leaving marks down your neck. He moves away from your body and stands, gesturing for you to roll over on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips and pulls them to the end of the bed, your chest is pressed into the covers and your ass is exposed.

“I still have to punish you little one,” he whispers in your ear, as he leans over your body, you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. “If you can keep your bratty mouth shut for once I might let you cum tonight.” With that he moves off of you and repositions you on your hands and knees and delivers four harsh swats to your ass, one after the other, giving you no time to adjust to the assault. You can't help but jolt as the stinging pleasure floods your senses. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from yelping. He takes a pause to rub your stinging backside, soothing the pain temporarily, but you know there is more to come so you brace yourself. Aran senses you’re ready to continue and delivers another sequence of smacks. You take them all in stride fighting the urge to make a single noise until the last one. The twentieth smack was especially hard, and unprepared you gasp. A single, yet very audible gasp. Suddenly the air around you turns cold, turning you to stone as you wait for your lover's response. 

You turn to look over your shoulder to see his face downturned in disappointment. “Sweetheart why are you determined to disobey, hmm?” he rubs your behind as he inquires, “Fine seeing as you won’t shut up, I’ll shut you up.” He punctuates his sentence with one last smack before leaving your side. He returns with your soiled and discarded panties. He roughly pries your jaw open, and shoves the garment into your mouth. So deep they brush against the back of your throat causing you to gag, he then takes off his belt and forces it between your teeth, securing it behind your head and locking your panties in your mouth; shutting you up effectively. Luckily the belt is not too thick. 

“There, much better.” He coos sweetly petting the top of your head. “So now this what im going to do, I’m going to fuck you until that pretty little brain of yours turns to mush and you, my darling sweetheart, are going to take every ounce of pleasure I decide to give your slutty little body and be fucking grateful for it too. Nod your head if you understand.” Looking up at him with doe eyes, you nod. “Good job kitten, now seeing as you can’t speak to me right now, what's the signal for when you need to tap out? You remember right?” His cool eyes lock with yours as he tips your chin up for you to look at him, even when he is angry he always makes sure you feel safe and comfortable. You nod again, and he shakes his head. “No that's not good enough, show me.” His command is gentle yet stern. Three taps to his chest, he will stop immediately. 

“Good pet.” His deep baritone chimes in your ear and is followed by a harsh thrust into your sopping wet cavern. The stretch burns like always, in the best possible way. The piercings on his tip brush across your g-spot then collide with your cervix, pounding away at it with vigor. Due to the makeshift gag your moans are muffled, and the grip on your hips is bruising, his large hands digging deeply into your fleshly sides, so hard that his nails would have broken the skin if they weren’t blunt. His hips slam into your tender ass cheeks, reigniting the burn that was dormant not five minutes ago. The pain and pleasure come together in a beautiful symphony, a few deep thrusts later you feel your orgasm approaching. Aran feels your gummy walls clamp down on his length, he pounds even harder in an effort to send you over the edge, the knot in your belly winds tighter and tighter, then it snaps just as he pulls his length out of your heat. You whimper in frustration as your orgasm is incomplete. Your hips attempt to follow him but are stopped by his firm grip.

“Stop fucking moving or I’ll do it again,” He hisses as he snatches your torso up by your hair, so your back is flush with his chest. One arm wrapped around your chest and the other entangled in your hair he resumes his unforgiving pace. Hammering away at your cervix as if he wants to fuck into your womb. The hand across your chest moves to pinch and pull at your nipples, sending shocks of pain throughout your body, which only heightens your ecstasy. His cock brushing against your velvet walls before slamming into your g-spot makes your vision blur. Soon enough you find yourself free falling over the edge, and thankfully your screams are muffled by the gag otherwise you would have most definitely woken the entire house up. The hand that was in your hair travels to your clit to work you through your orgasm prolonging it. 

His hips never once lost their rhythm as your cunt spasmed around him, the continuous stimulation launches you into another orgasm, and this time you’re gushing around his member drenching both of your thighs and the covers below you. You’re spent but he’s not done yet, he allows your body to drop on to the sheets and he repositions you on your back, he's on his knees and he wraps one of your legs around his waist and tosses your other leg over his shoulder He hugs this leg into his chest, using it as leverage he enters your body with much more vigor than before. He fucks your cunt so hard you would have hit your head on the headboard if it weren't for his grip on your thigh. You lift your head to get a better look at him. His mahogany skin is drenched in sweat, occasionally is pecs will twitch with exertion, his eyebrows are knotted together in concentration. His grunts and groans resonate deep in his chest, and you can feel the vibration in your leg; causing your cunt to flutter around his dick. The beautiful sight above you makes you clamp down as you cum again, thrashing about to try and escape the assault on your lower half. He keeps fucking you, working you through your orgasm, effectivly turning your brain to mush. Your eyes roll back into your skull as your back arches arms going limp at your sides.

“Aww look at my pretty baby, all fucked stupid on my cock. C’mon kitty, cum for me again.” one hand travels to your clit rubbing quick circles on your bud and you cum yet again, squirting everywhere. He retracts his member to watch you cum in all your glory. “Pretty baby, I’m almost there okay baby? Just hold out for a little bit more, I want to hear you cum for me.” With that he undoes the belt and removes your panties from your mouth. Both garments are covered in drool. He's muttering praise as he ruts into your abused cunt again. Your lips are puffy and overly sensitive and your moans are flowing freely from your mouth. You try and tell him it's too much and you couldn't possibly cum again, but all that comes out are wordless babbles. Somewhere in your mind you register that your family can most likely hear you, but you can't find it in you to give a damn. Your head is swimming, no, drowning in pleasure, your body is on fire, but Arans touch is dowsing the flames. Drunk on passion, you begin clawing at him in an attempt to bring him closer. 

“You know your dad thinks you're the sweetest child to grace the earth, I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were with me right now,.splayed out on my cock like this. Not so innocent now are you?” He chuckles to himself as he realizes you're too far gone to hear him or understand him. “Such a pretty, stupid baby.” It's not too long after this you both reach your climax. With a final thrust his cums deeply into your cunt with groan, muttering praises into the flesh of your leg. He gives a few more thrusts to ensure his seed is planted deep within your womb before he retreats from your plush walls and collapses next to you.

 Resting there for a few minutes rubbing soothing circles into your flesh, and murmuring sweet praises into your ear while he comes down from his own high. Then he carries you to your bathroom that is, thankfully, attached to your room and runs you a warm bath. Once you have peed and the water is ready he places you in the tub gently and washes your body with a warm cloth, relieving your sore muscles. When he is done, he wraps you in a fluffy towel, dries and dresses you and then places you under the warm fresh covers. Pulling you into his chest, his steady heartbeat lulls you into a peaceful sleep.  

[ficforce]

Second Chances

Akitaru Obi x Reader SFW No set timeline Old flames

“Captain, I’m fine, really!” Shinra complained as Obi all but marched him over to the Ambulance, his forehead was bleeding badly from where he had flown into a brick, but head injuries always bled a lot. “Heroes don’t sweat over little things.

“Heroes still get concussions,” The Captain gave him a little shove toward the Ambulance, the paramedic was busy getting everything away but she turned her head once she realised someone was there.

She was already putting on a fresh pair of gloves, smiling at the two and then she paused, “Akitaru?”

“…Y/N?” The Captain was taken aback but then he was grinning from ear to ear, “How are you? I thought you’d gone off and gotten married?”

Y/N smiled back, her eyes bright as she looked him over, “I’m good – Better for not going off and getting married, dodged a bullet there… Look at you, you’re… huge, Akitaru.” The last time she had seen him he was a regular firefighter, he’d been muscular back then but not like this, he looked happier too. Checking out his uniform she made an impressed noise, “Captain of a Special Fire Force… Wow.” She was really happy for him, he had always been a hard worker and he deserved the recognition. “Were you passing by or did you need help?

“I’m bleeding to death but if you two wanna catch up I’ll go find a corner…” Shinra felt like he was invisible, he was stood in between them but he felt forgotten.

“Sorry, take a seat on the van,” Y/N let out an embarrassed laugh and grabbed out a clean cloth to dab at the blood, “Hey, Akitaru?” she called over her shoulder, “You didn’t tell me you had a secret love child.”

“I have a whole new family, Y/N. As great as Shinra is, I’m not lucky enough to have a good kid like him.”

Shinra’s cheeks blushed and he tried not to show how happy he was with his Captain’s words, “Honest, if you two want to catch up I’ll just go bleed out in the Matchbox.”

“Oh shush, it’s a flesh wound at best. Stick around and I’ll tell you some cringe-worthy stories of your Captain.” As she spoke she cleaned the teens face up a little then began inspecting the actual cut, “The first time I met him, he had the same injury like this – there was blood in his eye, down his face, the front of his uniform was covered. They rushed him into the hospital and it was my first day on my own.” She was a nurse inside the hospital most days but sometimes she was called out as a paramedic when they were short. “He broke my nose.”

“What?!” The teen leaned to the side to watch as his Captain blushed, “How?”

Obi cleared his throat and leaned on the side of the Ambulance, “It was an accident, I had a concussion so I was in and out of consciousness, I bolted up and smashed my head right into her face…”

“Didn’t they give you a medal for that?” Y/N pulled out a pack of steristrips.

“Breaking your nose?” Shinra asked

Obi was rubbing the back of his head, he looked like he was enjoying the teasing, “It was a medal for bravery, I went back inside the building to help out a friend – Think it’s the same one they stripped from me two years later. Then they gave it back…”

“You never could back down when you thought something was wrong, Akitaru. Medals and titles mean nothing if you turn your back on what’s right.”

He smiled fondly at her, “You’re not much better at ignoring that stuff either, I remember the time you threatened that Doctor in the middle of the ER. You gave him the lecture of his life, told him he could take your job but if he didn’t save that kid’s life you would destroy him,” He looked somewhat proud and Obi had to stand up straight and fix his jacket as a distraction, “You used to burn hotter than any third gen.”

Shinra looked between the two, a crease between his eyebrows as he picked up the weird atmosphere, Obi ruffled his hair as Y/N finished treating him, “We used to date, long time ago.”

“But you stayed friends?” That sounded like something his Captain might do, who could ever hate the man?

Y/N disposed of her gloves and stood with her hands on her hips, “Sort of, I ended up dating a cop and then we got engaged… then I got un-engaged.” She said it so flippantly that neither man wanted to ask further, “What about you, Akitaru? You find someone to settle down with – not that you could settle if you wanted to, you’re always busy.”

“You know how clumsy I am, Y/N, you’re the only one who had enough patience…” The Captain took a breath and looked her in the eye, “Wanna go on a date sometime?”

The teen threw his hands up, “I’m right here!”

“Then go somewhere else.”

Y/N giggled at them but she wrote her details on a piece of paper and handed it to Obi, “Maybe we won’t screw it up this time?”

– -

Hinawa watched as Obi first passed the office wearing a suit, he passed again and then stopped at the door ten minutes later in his fatigues, “Too casual, right? But the suit seems too uptight…” The Lieutenant opened his mouth to reply but Obi was gone, the Captain next showing up in an odd half casual, half formal look, “Can I borrow your cologne? And what about this outfit?” He came fully into the office and sat down, his hands in his hair and his foot tapping, “Should I do something with my hair?”

“Where are you taking her?” He continued typing on his laptop, trying not to pick up on the other’s nervous energy, “You should dress in relation to that.” He typed for a little longer, the odd silence drawing it until he glanced at his Captain, the man looked like he was going to be sick, “You don’t know where you’re taking her, do you?”

“…”

“Ramen,” he suggested, “Go to your usual Ramen store and relax, stick to casual. You used to date, you have no false persona to maintain… Just be you, Captain.” He got up and stood in front of Obi, pulling him to his feet so that he could have him remove the formal jack, it left him in a pair of dark jeans and a short-sleeved black t-shirt. “If in doubt – Flex.”

“Thanks, Hinawa…” Obi knew he was trying too hard, he was excited and nervous and couldn’t quite control himself, “I was in love with her, I don’t think I really ever let go but I screwed it up so badly before that I’m worried I’ll do it again. I should be concentrating on our mission…” He felt hands on his shoulders and he looked at his Lieutenant’s serious expression.

Hinawa wasn’t the best at talking about his own feelings but he certainly cared about his Team’s emotional welfare, “You’ve been given a second chance with a woman you love, I want you to be happy, Captain. Everyone in this Company wants you to be happy and we’ll help you in any way we can.” He gave him a pat, “And if she doesn’t like you back I can always shoot her.”

“…Please don’t shoot her. Everything else was appreciated.”

– -

Y/N grinned as she stepped into the ramen place, she could see that Obi was blushing and he was rubbing the back of his head nervously - he was panicking. He was so calm and collected in an emergency but he was so cute when he had to make public speeches and always when he chose date spots. “I was so worried you’d take me somewhere ridiculous, somewhere fancy that we would both hate. This is great.” She took a seat in a booth and he slid in opposite her, Obi looked a little less stiff and she could see the tension released as soon as she had said that.

“I’d like to take the credit but my Lieutenant talked me down - I still get nervous around you.”

“Akitaru…” Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her face warm at his honesty, “You’re still a charmer.”

They passed the evening catching up, eating Ramen and then heading to a nearby bar for drinks. It was like old times, Obi felt like they had picked up from where they had left off and the time apart seemed trivial. They had originally split up because of their jobs. Being a fireman was hard work and so was being an ER nurse, they wouldn’t have much time for each other and when they did they were exhausted and irritable. Obi was often frustrated with the limits put on him, he valued lives - not rules - he didn’t train as much back then either and he’d always had excess energy to burn.

Y/N worked all hours, she had to fight with her managers on treatment over saving money, they cut corners and she was so low on the chain that they ignored her, she didn’t want to listen to him complain when she had her own frustrations.

They had to let each other go before they came to hate one another.

Obi placed another drink in front of her, they sat beside one another, close enough to converse over the noise of the bar, “So, you didn’t get married in the end?”

There it was, she knew this was going to come up eventually and she shrugged as if it were nothing, “He had a temper, so I got out of there before it got out of hand - he could be quite frightening at times…” Y/N picked up her glass and took a drink, “Why haven’t you dated in such a long time? You must have gotten offers, women love a fireman.”

“No one compared to you,” He admitted right away, the Captain looked at her surprised expression and smiled, “I let you go because we weren’t mature enough for each other at the time, I didn’t let you go because I didn’t love you.”

He came straight out with it. The way he had always been and what she had always adored, “Akitaru…” There was no hesitation in her as the man leaned in, his lips were familiar and oddly comforting, Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut and she caressed up his jaw until she could feel the prickly short hairs of his undercut, keeping him from pulling away.

— -

Company 8 had noticed the change in Obi’s mood over the few weeks he’d been dating, he was usually enthusiastic but he was so much happier than before, it spread through them all. He was still serious about their mission but it was nice for everyone to see him taking more time to relax, “Captain, you have a visitor,” Maki announced as she stepped into his office, Y/N was just behind her but the to woman went unnoticed for a few seconds as Obi continued to punch the bag in the corner. Y/N couldn’t help but admire his muscular back, his skin was shiny with sweat and if it hadn’t been for one thing then she was certain she would be thinking about getting him alone for some fun. Instead, she was focussed on the sound of his fists hitting the bag.

The sound made her flinch and she had to remember to breathe.

“Captain Obi!” Maki called out this time, her hands on her hips as she approached him, “Y/N’s here.”

That did the trick and Obi stopped, turning around to grin at her, “Thanks, Maki.” The woman gave a nod and headed out, Obi grabbed a hand towel and wiped the sweat from his face, “Sorry, I was too into it. I didn’t think you’d actually come to… visit…” He noticed that she looked a little off colour and as he looked closer he could see that Y/N was tense, “Y/N?” He walked to her and reached out to move a loose hair from her face - immediately she recoiled with a sharp gasp. Obi froze.

He watched her hunch in on herself and lower her gaze to the floor, she looked terrified… “Y/N, what is it? What’s wrong?” She shook her head and tried to look at him, a half muttered ‘I’m fine’ escaped her lips and was followed shortly by a hitched breath, then another… and another. Years of looking after people during and after traumatising events made Obi realise immediately that she was having an anxiety attack. “Hey, you’re safe, Y/N, it’s okay. Come on, take a seat.” The man took her hand and guided her to his chair, getting her to sit and then opened the office window before getting on his knees in front of her, Obi tried to reach for her face again but once more she flinched away.

She didn’t want him to touch her.

“Okay, okay…” Obi placed his hands on his thighs, he waited for her to get control of her breathing, she was a nurse and she seemed to be trying to bring herself out of the anxious state so that she could at least take a proper breath, “Do you need some water?” At her nod he got up and crossed the room to grab a bottle, bringing it back and opening it for her, “That was new…” Obi tried to make light of it once she seemed almost calm.

“I’m sorry, Akitaru… I…I haven’t had one of those in a while…”

He told her not to apologise and remained on the floor, keeping himself low and trying to seem a little less big. “Did something happen today? Is that why you came to see me?”

“I just wanted to visit… I…” She looked at his handsome face, his warm, kind eyes looking at her with such concern, “You’ll get angry, Akitaru.”

“About what?”

He would get angry and that would just give her another attack but he should know. “Sometimes… sometimes the sound of fists hitting something else… sets me off.” Y/N sucked in her bottom lip and tightened her hands into fists, “Remember when I said my ex had a temper…?”

Obi could be slow at times, known to have more brawn than brains but this was a very simple equation. “He hit you?” It was difficult for him to keep his voice level, anger began to clump together inside him and made his body feel heavy - he stamped it down and tried not to let a single bit escape him. “I’m… you…” What did he say to her? How long did she put up with that kind of abuse? How bad was it? How did she get away? He had so many questions and not one of them would make this better and would only cause her more distress. The Captain took her hands in his and pressed his lips to her fingertips, taking a long moment to compose himself and then looking up into her nervous gaze, “I don’t think I need to tell you that I would never harm you, Y/N. I get that it’s probably really hard to trust anyone after someone you were supposed to marry, who you must have loved dearly, hurt you. But I would never, ever, ever lay a hand on you with the intent to hurt you.”

“I know, Akitaru,” she understood that completely and she felt guilty for getting so worked up over his training, “It took me so long to walk away from him, I was in denial and thought maybe I could make him kind again but maybe he was always that bad. I’m sorry I freaked out - You looked pretty sexy before I had to mess things up.”

The man leaned up to press a short kiss to her lips, pulling back to make sure she didn’t feel crowded by him, “You didn’t mess anything up… Besides, I look sexier when I’m lifting weights.” Obi took hold of the seat she was on and lifted both it and her up onto his desk, the woman giving out a surprised yell as he did, “You’re the prettiest desk weight I’ve ever seen, my paperwork will never blow away again.”

Y/N ran her hand through his hair and smiled down at him, he knew how to make her feel treasured and she reached for him to pick her up and place her back on the ground, she hugged him tight and sighed in relief as he held her - She felt safe with him.

“If the furniture isn’t back in its proper place by the time our meeting starts, I will shoot you in the knee, Captain.”

Y/N heard something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper and Obi’s embrace became a little tighter as he tried to shrink behind her. She managed to turn her head enough to see that Hinawa had entered the office and didn’t seem happy to see the chair on top of the desk or that Obi had set up a punching bag, “I’ll protect you, Akitaru.”

[moxfirefly]

hellow its me again hehe can i have a order 53 In/By A Swimming Pool with mikey please?? (kink prompts??) Sorry if it's not clear ^_^

A little aquatic adventure? Ok I’m down for it.

Rated Mature (18+ Only)

Michelangelo really loves your thrill seeking ways. It’s quite possibly one of his most favorite things when it comes to you, first place being you yourself obviously.

You had met up with him at the roof top of one of your many spots. It was date night nevertheless and Mikey always prided himself in showing you a good time. Dull was surely not in his vocabulary and you loved that. But tonight the two of you had been drawing blanks upon what to do. The humidity had covered the night air making it just unbearable to be outside.

Which led to your idea.

“Babe, can you break us into the pool over at my college?” You were lying your head on his lap whilst Mikey played with your hair. His face broke out into a big smile. “You serious?” You sat up and smirked at him. “Well it’s freaking hot and I’m kinda feeling a pool date tonight” You climbed on his lap wrapping your arms around him. “So? Up for a little breaking and entering?” Mikey was thoughtful, he wasn’t necessarily into illegal stuff but where was the harm of taking a little late night swim?

Mikey nodded, laughing once you squealed in delight . He welcomed the onslaught of kisses you attacked him with.

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Breaking into the college had proven fairly simple, child’s play almost. Inside the large indoor Olympic pool you wandered off to turn on the pool lights. Not wanting to make it obvious you made sure to just turn the lights that were placed inside the pool itself. Mikey wowed at the sight of the grandeous pool.

“Pretty neat yeah?” You met him by the bleachers, your giddiness radiating off of you in waves. Mikey couldn’t even keep still, the prospect of taking a little night time swim with his gorgeous girlfriend was definitely bucket list worthy. “Let’s jump in!” Mikey announced unfastening his skateboard back bag and his gear. You yourself unbuttoned your jeans and kicked off your shoes. Your orange clad boyfriend couldn’t help but stare as you pealed piece by piece of clothing. He was kicking off his own shoes by the time that you were in your undergarments.

Good lord you were absolutely stunning to him.

“Come on baby boy, last one in is a rotten egg” You took off and canon balled into the pool. Almost slipping trying to kick off his shorts, he jumped into the pool and was instantly met with the cool liquid relief. You swam to the bottom of the floor, the serene soundless feeling of the water engulfing you. Truth be told you always enjoyed the water but just hated coming here when it was filled to the brim with people.

Mikey swam up to you effortlessly and pulled you into a hug. The bubbles flowed freely with your laughter and soon you were above the surface with a laughing and giggly terrapin. “Ok I gotta say, this is cracking top three date nights” You feigned shock. “Big words there Mikey, top three? Really?” Mikey made a thoughtful expression.

Then he grinned and dunked himself and you down.

Most of the night was spent like that. Swimming around, a rousing battle of spraying water at one another, you even tried to race him (lost pretty quickly too). The entire night was shaping up to be another legendary memory for the two of you. Closer to the shallow end the two of you sat, your head on his shoulder.

“I want a pool in our future place some day” You smiled at the idea and Mikey whistled. “Man now that would be lit, could you imagine? We could get some cool slides and have it be heated so we can still use it in winter” There he was off adding to the fantasy of what might be. It often crossed your mind how things might be if the two of you had your own space to call your own. You and Mikey always made up crazy fantasy houses for fun when bored.

“I’m serious though, Mikey” You got up, waist deep in the water. The drops mesmerized Mikey, you looked so beautiful in the dim lights. “Our own place? Me too angel cakes, I want the whole deal” He stood up as well and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You think I ain’t getting Raph ordained online so he can marry us? Like I wouldn’t break into city hall and steal those marriage license documents? Gurl I’m gonna wife you up” Each announcement only made your smile grow wider before you couldn’t stop giggling.

Wrapped in a blanket of love you had no other option but to kiss him. It was one of those kisses you couldn’t stop smiling against his lips but the more you kissed the more heated it became. Mikey’s kisses trailed down your neck, the wetness there felt so good, the coldness of your body pressed against his making your nipples harden. “Say it again” You punctuated each word with a kiss to his cheek. “You’re gonna be my wife, baby” He backed you up against the wall of the pool and caught your lips in yet another heated kiss.

How can an idea make you feel so excited, in every sense of the word. You pressed your hands against his plastron, the firmness of it was something you secretly enjoyed a lot. You admired him, mouth agape catching your breath you pushed down his underwear. Mikey smirked and did the same with yours. He unclasped your bra casting it out onto the water. “Gosh you’re so gorgeous Y/N” He cupped your breast in his hands, firmly kneading them before dropping kisses onto each of them. You twirled a wet mask tail before untying it and also letting the water take it away. The weightlessness of the water, Mikey supporting you with his hands the goosebumps pebbles your skin. You would never get bored, just never a dull moment with him.

He entered you like that, slowly with a sigh of your name against the shell of your ear. Wrapping your legs around him more tightly you let him take charge. The water rustled with first few slow thrusts, the feel of his wet reptilian skin felt so tight against your human one. “Love you to bits” He spoke sweetly. A wave of emotion crashed into you, to have him here present and so in love. Your eyes fluttered closed and you smiled. “Love you so much” You hiccuped when he bottomed out fully.

Mikey loved the feeling of the water around him, the coldness of your skin that seemed to be heating up little by little. The feeling of his cock nestled inside of you, how you dug your fingers into him. “You’re so beautiful, love this so damn much” He thrusted slowly but the intensity in his words, in how he admired and loved on you had you quickly going up.

You kissed him with a desperation that matched his own. Mikey moaned into your mouth, thrusting harder and more firmly. Those icey blue eyes of his landed on your own e/c ones. You gasped holding yourself tighter around him. He begged for you, something untangible he couldn’t make words for but he showed you with actions.

It hit the two of you so suddenly and it felt so damn right whenever you could manage to cum at the same it always blew your mind. Disorienting didn’t begin to explain it, Mikey choked out something that sounded like your name and you held onto him you were sure he might bruise.

Once the ringing in your ears stopped, you felt his lips on yours and everything in the world, simply melted away.