#you have some amazing prompts babe

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hello again! I'm so glad you enjoyed my fluffy thirst 🥰 you're so kind!

I have serious brainrot. This one is less floofy and more *scandalous*

(You are a fellow teacher in this (just for clarity's sake lol))

You hear an interaction between Shouta and one of the students that seems borderline mean, even for him. You only wish to wag a finger at him and get the full scoop on what happened, so like any sane person, you hide in the janitors closet. When he finally passes by and you don't sense anyone else anywhere near the closet, you quickly open the door and pull him in, shutting and locking the door behind you. You question him. He gives short responses. Typical. But you know better and something about this situation you've admittedly put yourself in tickles you to the bone and brings a heat to your core. Before either of you know it, you're kissing him deeply, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring him closer and he's sliding his hands down to the backs of your thighs to lift you up and press your back to the tall shelf.

"Let's make this quick, yeah?"

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Oh wow this is brilliant! Scandalous indeed and I love it 😏

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The thing is, once your lips have touched and glided eagerly in a sloppy kiss with his own, all logic was thrown out the window along with your sanity.

You couldn't remember the reason why you were in that cramped closet anymore, neither did you care about anything other than the big, rough hands exploring your trembling body.

And when he did it, when he picked you up and pressed you against the tall shelf— knocking some of the cleaning supplies in the process, you suddenly forgot how to breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his shoulders as he spoke, "let's make this quick, yeah?"

Though your response was barely above a small whine, one that later on turned into cries of his name, and broken pleas for him to fuck you harder..

[m0chaminx]

Coriolanus Snow | Roses Grow Thorns

*•.¸♡Request: Pls pls pls do a part 2 too the snow x reader fix it was so amazing and I want more of them 🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️🩷

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: Coriolanus, Cori isn't insane (ish), Snow is slight ooc, jealousy, hurt comfort, fluff ending

*•.¸♡Paring: Coriolanus Snow x F!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: Coriolanus learns his favourite flower grows thorns

Or

You confront Coriolanus about his relationship with Lucy Gray

*•.¸♡Words: 2k

Part 1

People danced, swaying with their partners in a circle as you stood on stage, strumming your guitar and singing to the crowd. Lucy had just finished the first half of her set, so you took the stage to fill the silence. Coriolanus sat with Sejanus at a table across the room, large glasses of some sort of liquor. Coriolanus looked up at you and smiled.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Your voice trailed off slightly as Lucy raced to Coriolanus and Sejanus, throwing her arm around his shoulder and leaning between them. You shook your head and continued to play, trying to ignore Lucy Gray practically hanging from Coriolanus’s arm.

Jealousy, an unwelcome guest, clawed at the edges of your heart, leaving an ache in your chest. No words had been exchanged, and no actions had passed between you two. It overtook the corners of your mind, urging you to believe that Lucy Gray should sense the unspoken connection threading its way between you and Coriolanus.

Each shared trip to the lake, every stolen moment when Coriolanus chose to spend his fleeting free hours with you — these fragments of time saved in your mind like photos in an old book. Yet, as you observed Lucy Gray standing there, a vision of radiant smiles and hushed confidences exchanged with Coriolanus, a wave of emotion surged. It was as if the world momentarily lost its colour, and the whispers of uncertainty left an indelible mark on your heart.

You clenched your hand, trying to ease the shaking in your hands.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Every night for the past week following that evening, Coriolanus Snow would tap gently on the glass of your window. You would turn your head and he would smile, the same bright smile that made your stomach flip and fill with butterflies. You crept across the wood floors and opened the window, looking down at the blue-eyed boy. “Are you busy?”

You would simply laugh at him. You grabbed your coat and slipped out the window, Coriolanus gripping your waist to help you down properly. He would smile, slip a scarf under the window to close it without locking it and you would slip away unnoticed, descending into the velvety embrace of the night.

In those quiet moments, Coriolanus would slip your hand in his own, his warm hand covering yours as he laced your fingers together. He guided you through the dense labyrinth of woods, you knew these woods better than he did but through the nights as he led you to the lake, you questioned if you ever knew them at all. 

The Mokingjays sang into the night as if calling to the small fireflies to light the way. “I brought matches,” Cori said, looking back at you. He tugged on your hand bringing you closer and you couldn't help but think about Lucy Gray running her hand along his shoulders. “We can light a fire. Maybe catch some fish.” You nodded and Coriolanus smiled.

You reached the lake and Coriolanus set his bag down, quickly gathering everything to start a fire. You walked to the edge of the water, your mind running faster than you could even start to comprehend. “Think we’ll catch anything?” He asked, stopping to look up at you.

You looked back over the water, looking at the fish no bigger than your palm swimming just above the sea floor. You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the moonlight dancing on the waves of the water. “Nothing big enough to eat,” You said. Coriolanus nodded and turned back to the fire.

Once the fire was made you sat on the ground beside him, leaving enough space so your shoulders didn’t touch. You both sat in silence, Coriolanus’s knee bouncing softly. 

The flames danced and flickered, the golden glow flickering in Coriolanus’s blue eyes, you settled onto the ground beside him. You shifted slightly, making sure your shoulders didn't touch. The silence stretched between you, Coriolanus's fingers drumming against a stick he held in nervousness.

Coriolanus's knee bounced softly, mirroring the unsteady rhythm of both your hearts. The mere inches that separated you felt like an unbridgeable chasm, as long and confusing as his thoughts. “Did I do something?” His voice cut through the silence like a knife and you turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed. “You seem distracted. You’re not talking like you usually do. You’re sitting far away.” You bit your lip and shrugged softly. “What’s wrong?”

“What did I sing tonight?” You turned to face Coriolanus. “Tonight. I sang, I wore the red dress so everyone could see the white rose you gave me. But what did I sing?” Coriolanus stammered. “You don’t spare a second glance at me during our shows, you talk to Sejanus when I do perform and you let Lucy Gray hang off your arm like she was yours.”

He spoke your name softly, trying to shuffle closer but you stood quickly. “Don’t do that Cori,” You pleaded. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you later.” You turned on your heel. Making your way back through the woods.

Coriolanus sighed, dropping his head into his hands as you walked from his view.

The next morning you stared at the ceiling, stretched out on your small bed. You twisted a small rose between your fingers, the thrones pricking your skin occasionally. The knock at the window made you jump. You turned your head to look at Coriolanus standing on the other side, smiling ever so slightly. You sighed and set the rose aside before walking to the window and pulling it open. “Corio-”

“Don’t talk,” he said quickly. “Don’t say anything, just follow me.” 

“Cori-”

“What did I just say?”

A frustrated huff escaped you as you forcefully closed the window, shutting out the annoying sounds of crickets. Pulling the blinds closed with a swift motion covering Coriolanus’s face, but you caught his smile dropping. You donned your jacket and stepped out the front door, stopping in front of Coriolanus just as you turned the corner. He extended his hand, a warm smile playing on his lips. Suppressing the annoyance that still simmered beneath the surface, you offered a muted response, "Just lead the way," your words carrying a hint of resignation.

Coriolanus nodded and started to lead you through the woods, the sun still yet to rise properly. “You sang I Wanna Be Yours,” Coriolanus muttered. “No, I didn't ask Lucy Gray. You wrote it after you met your old girlfriend but you haven't sung it since. That’s why it was so important to you. And why you wanted me to remember it.”

You hummed and tried to hide your smile. “So you were paying attention.”

Coriolanus spoke, low and earnest, his gaze fixed on you. "I always pay attention," he assured, a sincerity etched into his words. The weight of his gaze, coupled with the firmness in his tone, sought to reassure you. "And nothing is happening between Lucy Gray and me. She was helping me with something," he explained, his words carrying the weight of truth and an unspoken plea for understanding.

“Which is?”

Coryo smiled, “Keep following me.”

You followed Coriolanus, walking in silence until the sun rose completely. He stopped at a rock wall, a small dirt trail winding around it. He reached out, slipping his hand into yours and leading you down the track. “Roses don’t grow in 12, the ground is too hard,” Coriolanus started. “Lucy Gray told me just beyond the rock wall there is ground soft enough to grow flowers. Sejanus used his father's money to get some seed and…” Coriolanus stepped aside as you reached the bottom of the track.

You smiled, Coriolanus’s hand slipping from yours as you stepped further into the growing rose field. Dozens of rose bushes had started to grow, small red and white flowers sporting. Small raindrops covered the flowers, the sun reflecting off of them like diamonds. You crouched, smiling as you ran your hand along the rose petals. 

A soft smile played on your lips, and Coriolanus's hand tenderly released yours as you ventured deeper into the growing rose field. Rows of rose bushes, adorned with tiny red and white blossoms, unfold before you, blossoming like a garden from the Capitol. Small raindrops adorned the delicate petals, capturing the sunlight in a dance that shined like diamonds. Your heart swelled. You glanced back at Coriolanus who shared the same smile.

You carefully crouched down, your smile growing as you traced the velvet texture of the rose petals with your fingertips, each delicate touch slow and careful as if the rose would fall apart. Coriolanus smiled as he watched you, his stomach filling with butterflies as he waited for you to speak. 

"Wait..." The urgency in your voice sliced through the air as you stood, swiftly pivoting to face Coriolanus. His smile disappeared, replaced by a stark seriousness mirrored in your eyes. Your heart fell to your stomach as your voice shook, "You said Sejanus got the seeds from his father. If the Peacemakers find out, they'll take you away." The gravity of your words hung heavily in the charged atmosphere. “Cori, they’ll take you to the hanging tree-”

“They won’t,” Coriolanus said quickly. He stepped forward holding your face in his hands, his thumb tracing the lines of your cheekbones. “No one is going to take me away. No one is taking you. Or Sejanus, or Lucy Gray.” You raised your hand, settling it on top of his. “This place is ours, yours and mine. No one is going to take that.”

Yours and mine.

You smiled, laughing softly as you looked up at Coriolanus, his blue eyes meeting yours. “You got me roses?” You asked.

“You said you liked the Capitol flowers more,” Coriolanus remembered. “I can’t exactly take you to the Capitol, so I thought I’d bring the best part of the Capitol here.”

“Besides yourself.”

A warm smile graced his features as he leaned in, closing the distance until his forehead gently met yours. "Do people in the Capitol kiss differently than the districts?" His inquiry, spoken in a hushed tone, carried a hint of curiosity and a touch of playfulness.

“I think…” you leaned up slightly, bumping your nose against his, “you should find out.”

The brush of his fingertips against your jawline, tracing a delicate path along your skin, igniting a shiver that danced down your spine. As he cradled your face, your breath hitched in anticipation, your eyes staring at his chapped pink lips. Drawing you closer, the final shared breath seemed to linger, suspended in the charged atmosphere, before he sealed the connection with a kiss that felt like a spark that lit a fire. Your heart echoed the rhythm of the thousands of times you had dreamed of this moment and your hands instinctively wound around the back of his neck, the embrace pulling him closer.

Your stomach twirled, filling with butterflies as one of Coryo’s hands moved to wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer. He pulled away, his breath coming out in small pants, your breath in sync with his. You opened your eyes, looking up at his half-closed eyes tracing over every part of your face. “I love you, Coriolanus Snow.”

He whispered it back.

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[pickingupmymercedes]

He always rises - Lewis Hamilton

Happy Lewis for the win here.

request: " idk if you saw lewis laying down on the sofa in the post race press conference, but all i could think about is him knocking out immediately back at the hotel😂 With this prompt: “snuggle with me” - @goldenroutledge

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +1K

a/n: It was a blurb request from our 500 Celebration, but it ran from me. It's totally self-indulgent. If Lewis is happy we're happy, hope you like it ❤️

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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The air crackled with a different kind of electricity this time around in the finishing stages of the Spanish Grand Prix. The dejection that had clung to Lewis like a second skin all season seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a genuine, unrestrained smile that stretched from ear to ear.

A podium finish, his first of the season, might not have been the win he was used to fighting for, but in the context of their current struggles, it felt like a monumental victory.

As Lewis climbed out of his car and removed his helmet, he heard the crowd erupting in cheers. He gave some of his team a brief celebratory hug before his eyes locked onto Y/N standing by corner of the gates of parc ferme.

He made his way over to her, a triumphant grin lighting up his face. “You were amazing out there!” Y/N beamed, her eyes sparkling with pride. Lewis leaned in and gave her a quick hug, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

He breezed through the post-race interviews; the guardedness of the recent races replaced by a playful banter with the reporters, jokes with Verstappen and Norris during the press conference, and selfies afterwards.

The celebratory mood followed him back to the garage. It was a welcome change from the frustration and disappointment that had plagued the first half of his final season with Mercedes. High fives were exchanged, engineers bouncing on the spot with unbridled joy. Relief washed over that whole side of the garage.

Y/n were by the hospitality area, her laughter mingling with the animated chatter of other Mercedes personnel. The sight of her, so carefree and happy amidst the team's, his team, was pure joy to him.

He excused himself from his press secretary for a few moments, his long strides eating up the distance between them in seconds, eager for a private moment amidst the chaos.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said softly, pulling her into a secluded corner just as he kissed her deeply, pouring all the relief and joy he felt into that kiss. Y/N smiled against his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He cupped her face in his hands, his smile mirroring the one that had been plastered across her face all afternoon. That kiss had been different. It wasn't just a celebratory peck; it was a culmination of all the stress, the frustration, the unwavering belief that had finally been validated. It spoke of a shared burden, a weight finally off their shoulders.

"You look radiant," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with emotion.

"And you," she countered, tracing a finger down his cheek "look like a kid that has been given way too many sweets."

He chuckled, the sound light and carefree. "Maybe a little. I just feel… relieved."

"I know, babe. We all know." she squeezed his hand. " Now, go. They’re waiting for you. I’ll head back to the hotel and wait there."

He lingered for a moment longer, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, with a gentle squeeze of her hand, he pulled away. "Debrief. Then straight to the hotel. I’ll see you in a bit." Y/n nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

When he finally made it back to the hotel, he was physically and mentally drained, and the room was a welcome refuge. the sight that greeted him made his heart swell. Y/N was curled up on the bed, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, looking cozy and content.

“Hey, you,” she greeted him with a warm smile. “You look exhausted. Come snuggle with me.”

Lewis didn’t need to be asked twice. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto her arms in the bed, resting his head on her chest, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his skin. "Looking mighty comfy in my clothes, there, love," he teased, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Just borrowing what's mine anyway" she retorted, a playful glint in her eyes. "Besides, it smells like you." Lewis couldn't help but chuckle.

"How are you feeling, really?" Y/n asked softly after a few moments of silence, her fingers gently stroking his hair.

Lewis sighed, closing his eyes as he savored the comfort of her presence. "Like the kind of relief I felt when you finally said yes to that twentieth date I asked you on."

Y/n swatted him playfully on the arm. "It was more like 10” laughing with him before continuing. “But seriously, Lewis."

He nuzzled closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Like I knew I'd given it my all, every lap, every strategy meeting. And finally, finally, it’s paying off. It feels… good. It feels so damn good."

She hummed in agreement, running her fingers through his hair in a comforting rhythm. She knew how much this podium meant to him; how hard he had worked for it. “I’m so proud of you” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his head.

They talked for a while, about anything and everything, the sound of her voice a soothing lullaby to his tired mind. His eyelids grew heavy, the weight of exhaustion finally catching up to him. Y/N continued to stroke his hair, her touch soothing and gentle. “Get some rest, love,” she murmured. “You’ve earned it.” Lewis nodded, his eyes fluttering shut.

The gentle rise and fall of Y/n’s chest a lullaby against his ear and he drifted off to sleep as she watched him sleep, committing every detail of his face to memory – the crinkle around his eyes when he smiled, the slight furrow in his brow that appeared when he was concentrating, the way his lips twitched even in sleep. He looked peaceful, content.

Such a contrast to the man who had carried the weight of the team's struggles on his shoulders for the past years.

The tranquility was shattered with a sharp trill of Lewis' phone. He stirred slightly, a low groan escaping his lips. Y/n reached over and silenced the call, earning a mumbled "thank you" from him before he tried to drift back to sleep. However, the respite was short-lived. The phone buzzed again, more insistently this time.

Seeing the name flashing on the screen again, Y/n gently nudged him awake, knowing how important his family was to him. "It's your dad”

He cracked open one eye, a playful glint returning. "Spoiling my nap, aren't you?"

She lightly ran her nails in his arms with a smile to really wake him up. "Just making sure you don't miss his call."

He chuckled; the exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Alright, alright. Put it on speaker." You reached for the phone and hit accept, setting it on his abdomen

"Lewis?" Anthony's voice boomed through the speaker.

"Hey, dad" Lewis replied, his voice still laced with sleep but a genuine warmth evident.

"Saw the race! You looked brilliant, son. That podium finish, about time, eh?"

Lewis' smile widened. "Yeah, feels good, Dad. Finally."

On the other end of the line, Anthony chuckled. "Damn straight. You know, I always knew you'd turn it around, even when things were looking a bit rough. Never doubted you for a second."

Lewis could practically hear the pride in his father's voice. "Means a lot to hear that from you, dad."

Y/n continued massaging the root of his braids as he spoke, her fingers expertly navigating his skin. The rhythmic motion lulled him further, but he made sure to keep the conversation going. They talked about the race, the team's struggles, the upcoming schedule. All the while, she listened, a silent observer in their father-son bond

Finally, after a good ten minutes of conversation, Lewis ended the call. He turned to Y/n, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks for making me take that."

"Yep" she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. "He's happy, isn't he?"

"Yeah" Lewis confirmed, pulling her closer. "Proud as punch."

He closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of her touch and the afterglow of the conversation.  After a few moments, Lewis spoke again, his voice a soft murmur. “Thank you for being here for me, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love. “You don’t have to thank me, Lewis. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Lewis closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he whispered. Y/N leaned down and kissed his forehead again. “And I’m the luckiest woman,” she replied softly. “Now, get some sleep. I’ll wake you later for some food, okay?!”

He hummed in agreement, a content sigh escaping his lips. Silence settled over the room again, a was a comfortable quiet, filled with a sense of peace as he drifted off to sleep once more, the gentle rise and fall of his chest a calming rhythm. Y/n continued massaging his braids, her fingers lingering on the intricate patterns.

As the last rays of sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, she kept on watching him sleep. A sense of immense pride welled up within her. She’d borne witness to the challenges this season had thrown at him. She'd seen him at his most frustrated, his most discouraged. Yet, he'd persevered, because that was him, that was the Lewis that had insisted on asking her out until she finally said yes, the Lewis she had fallen in love.

He always rises, no matter what.

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[the-offside-rule]

Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Go To Sleep

Requested: yes

Prompt: 32) "I could kiss your lips all day."

Warnings: none, just quite short

The dimmed lights blurred as Max Verstappen stumbled slightly on the carpet of the hotel, his arm wrapped around Y/n for support. They had just left a lively celebration, and Max's cheerful laughter echoed through the night. "You know, Y/n, you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me." Max declared with a drunken grin, his words slightly slurred. Y/n chuckled. "I think you've had a bit too much to drink, Max." Y/n whispered, careful as to not wake their neighbours. "No, I'm serious!" Max insisted, his eyes sparkling. "You're beautiful, smart, and you put up with my bullshit. What more could a guy ask for?" Y/n couldn't help but smile at Max's intoxicated sincerity. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky too." Max nodded. "Yeah. Oh, and your boobs?" He paused as they reached the door. "They're like... like the best thing ever." Max fumbled with the keycard, finally managing to open the door.

Once inside, Max collapsed onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh, pulling Y/n down beside him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "You're so sweet, Max." She murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You're amazing." He whispered, his lips now peppering kisses all over her face. "Max, come on. We should get to sleep." Y/n whispered. "I know, I just... I need to tell you how much I love you." Max slurred, his eyes filled with sincerity. Y/n smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I love you too, Max. Even when you're a little... tipsy." Max sighed contently as his eyes closed. "You're so warm. Like a human blanket. I could stay like this forever." Y/n chuckled, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I'm glad you're comfortable, babe." She said, finding herself growing tired now too. "Your lips, Y/n. They're like, the softest thing I've ever felt. I could kiss them all day, and it still wouldn't be enough." Y/n laughed, finding Max's drunken affection utterly endearing. "You're quite the charmer, even when you've had a few too many." Max grinned mischievously. "Maybe I should get drunk more often then. It brings out the poet in me."

"Or maybe, we should get you some water and let you sober up a bit." But Max was having none of it. Instead, he pulled Y/n closer, his lips finding hers with a gentle insistence. "I mean it, Y/n. Your lips are like... magic. I could do this forever." Max grinned lazily, his eyes half-closed. "And I know what you're going to say, but I'm not tired. I just want to cuddle with you forever." Y/n smiled as Max finally laid his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as it calmed him. "You're my everything, Y/n. Seriously, everything." Y/n ran her fingers through his tousled hair, smiling down at him. "And you're my slightly intoxicated, but utterly adorable, everything."

As the night drifted on, Max's words softened into contented murmurs, and soon, he was peacefully asleep, still holding onto Y/n. She watched him sleep, thinking about how even in his most inebriated state, he managed to make her feel cherished.

[luna0713hunter]

heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together

hands in your lovers hair

kiss me again :)

Author's note : i suppose you meant these prompts with Zoro? If not,you can send another request with the character you wanted :) hope you like it!

"heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together"

"hands in your lover's hair"

"kiss me again"

Based on this prompt

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Warnings : some swearing,kinda heated and suggestive maybe,heavy makeout (?),and drinking

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Relationship with Zoro is always thrilling.

There are always battles to fight alongside him;most of them ending with all of you whether running away or celebrating it in a bar. But ever since Sanji came along,most of your celebrations contained greatest feats and meals cooked by the best chef from all across the seas.

But then again,every once in a while you guys like to relax at a bar and just have fun.

So when Zoro starts walking toward a small bar in some alleyway after a big fight which ended with you guys winning,the rest of the crew immediately followed him. You dont drink much,but watching Zoro drink is one of your favorite things to do.

So you all set behind a table,and order your favorite drinks. Soon enough,loud laughter fills your ears as Luffy and Usopp tell joked and ask everyone silly questions.

You're so caught in laughing at a joke Usopp had made that you dont notice Zoro's trying to get your attention.

He takes your hand from under the table and tugs slightly. At that,you turn your attention to the green hair man beside you while still giggling.

"yeah?"

Zoro jerks his head slowly toward the exit.

"step out a second with me."

You tilt your head, confused. But with a single nod,you stand up to follow him.

The weather outside is cool and refreshing;and despite not having much to drink,it still clears your head.

You take a deep breath of the fresh air,and turn toward Zoro.

"why did we come outside?"

Zoro stares at you,and just as you're about to tell him that he's drunk and you two should head back,he steps closer until your back is touching the alley wall.

A single hand finds its way to your face,and after caressing your cheek, Zoro brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You lean your face in his palm and smile up at him.

"Zoro?"

"you look so gorgeous tonight,babe."

The confession has your breath hitching as his fingers card through your hair.

"you were amazing today, fighting those bastards. And just now at the bar," he presses himself closer to you until your chests are touching, "you were the prettiest, sitting there and laughing."

It was no secret that Zoro barely talked,and moments where he would compliment you wasnt that rare,but still little.

But drunk Zoro was always honest to fault. And apparently he has no filter either.

So when you pull him close by the collar of his shirt,he goes willingly.

And as always,the moment his lips touch yours, sparks shoot through your spine.

Zoro fucking Roronoa was born a kisser.

The kiss turns heated soon;until your fighting for breath but still refusing to pull away. The alley is empty,and a perfect place to kiss Zoro breathless as well.

But when you feel yourself getting slightly dizzy,your fingers go to his short,green hair,and tug gently.

Zoro pulls away with a groan and rests his forehead against yours while panting slightly. His high cheekbones slightly red;his hair a mess. And the fact that you made him like this has chest warming even more.

"Fuck,Zoro," you panting against his lips, "Baby you're so hot."

"Then kiss me again."

And who're you to not comply to the greatest swordsman's wishes?

[issatalk]

“Go win it”

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

words: 1.3k

smut

prompt:

where paige is going off to portland but her girlfriend has an offer for her when she comes back home .

waking up in my girlfriends arms is one of my favorite things in the world, it all just seems right. laying beside her, arms wrapped around one another but hers carefully separate as she was trying to get up from the bed. “paige ill miss you, please don’t leave yet 5 more minutes” i begged paige with a pouty face to convince her from leaving our cozy embrace. “babe i’m not leaving yet, but i have to start packing my luggage, you know we leave this afternoon.” looking at her with pleading eyes, god she looks so good when she wakes up. she was wearing a sports bra along with some sweatpants. she looked slightly guilty for leaving bed but paige knew she had to do her bags otherwise she was cooked. “come on babe, help me do my bags so that i finish faster and we can lay back again. pleaseee, pretty girl” she said with a smirk in her face knowing that i couldn’t say no. fuck it. i stood up quick and we started packing.

i was observing paige as we were cuddled in our bed “babe i truly hope it all goes amazing in Portland” i looked into her eyes as she turned her head to see me, “you guys will do amazing, and if u do good you’ll have a lil something when you come home” a smile displayed itself on my face. ”oh yeah?” paige said as i slowly climbed on top of her “i like that offer, what does it include?” she said as she grabbed my hips, “want a lil peak?” paige hummed her response as i started slowly gridding on her hips. i leaned into her, and softly kissed her lips, i took her jaw in my hands to deepen the kiss and as it got sloppier and the kisses were getting heated, i started kissing on her jaw tracing down to her neck.

she softly moaned as i sucked on her neck, going lower down to her collarbone as she still had her sports bra. i went back up to whisper to her ear, “take it off for me will you? oh, and no touching. not until you come back home with that trophy. then you can do all you want and it’s gonna be all you” she shivered as i pulled on her bra. i quickly kissed her lips once again as she took off her bra. taking space from her lips, i ran my hands through her body, tracing her abs as i started kissing her collarbone. lowering down my kisses until i got to her breasts, i started to massage them as i took one in my mouth. i pinched her nipple on the other side making her moan.

that being done, i went lower. slowly kissing and licking through her abs. gosh i want to ride her abs. her eyes flickered with pleasure as i started kissing even lower leveling to where her boxers were. “now baby, take theses off too will you?” she nodded in desperation for my lips to go back to where they were. her clothes were all off as i looked at her naked body, “oh you are so gorgeous princess, would you be a good girl and stay quiet for me” i breathed against her core.

as i kept kissing her thighs around to tease myself to her entrance a plead came in. “please baby just do it already”, paige was desperate for action, especially since she could not lay a hand on me. i teased a bit as i put a finger in. she moaned load, so i continued and added another finger. “fuck” paige moaned hard.she was getting desperate, she started bucking her hips against my fingers trying to get as much friction as possible.

“i know you want to touch me, but just know when you come back home with that trophy, i will let you do everything you can’t do right now.” she opened her eyes with i’ll lust and urgency as i took my fingers and kept going w until i got to her g spot. not much time passed, but she came right on my fingers.

“what a good girl” i said, taking out my fingers. i licked on a finger and god she needed to know how good she tasted. i got to her face level quickly demanding “lick” she opened up her mouth as i shoved my fingers into her. i could feel her whole mouth on my fingers. she moaned. “yeah, you taste so amazing.” i took out my fingers and slowly went down once again and inserted my tongue into her.

“mmm, so wet for me”. another loud moan came out of her mouth, “baby i think i’m” paige spoke with a shaky voice. “again?then do it” seconds later, i could feel all her juices right on my tongue. i took all of them painfully slow “goodness, you taste so good.” i said going back to her lips to give her a peck.

i got closer to her taking up all of her shallow breath from her mouth, barely letting air into her lungs. separating, i took off my own clothes repeating once again that it was prohibited for her to touch any part of me but my lips. today, she was the pillow princess.

i got on top of her once again as i progressively put my pussy to her abs. “gosh, you really have me suffering” paige said in a groan as she felt the wetness of my pussy all over her abs. i rode her till i no longer could, moans were coming from everywhere in the room. eventually i came on her and a big moan came out of my mouth, the pleasure was too much.

while paige looked at me with the neediest eyes ever, i started into her eyes as i lightly licked her abs. i simply cannot have enough of them. as i finished that action, i had to let paige know i was not over, there was more to come.

i lined myself with her pussy as i started rubbing against hers. she was now a loud mess, she couldn’t hold it anymore. so she came once again, but i did not stop, not until she could feel me too. seconds later, paige was begging to stop it was too much for her. right after hearing my name being moaned out as the girl was begging, i came.

i collapsed on top of her as i too was overwhelmed from all the action i had put out, breathless i managed to move a little bit beside her. heavy breathing i told her, “paige, i love you so much. i just want to let you know i am so proud of you and all that you have done.“ i spoke looking at the blonde right in the eyes, as lust no longer was seen in either. “trust im bringing that trophy, just for you. they better be ready. as so should you because you are so getting this right back.” she said with a smirk at the end of the sentence. i smiled at her as i got up to bring some clothes to each but quickly got back in bed. i cuddled paige all the time i could knowing she was gonna leave. i wasn’t worried tho, i knew that when she’d come home we will celebrate together. “go win it.”

[lateatnewyork]

Hi lovely! First of all: your writing is amazing. You have a huge potential, keep up your good work! I'm proud of you. Listen, of courseee now that I've flattered you I need to request something xD

SO! I was thinking maybe fluff prompt 11 with Azriel. Like it would be their first pregnancy together and Azriel took some time off from missions to spend time with you? He's being super protective and all, always having a protective hand over the reader's belly- you get the idea. And like they would be laying on the couch and he would just randomly whiff of the reader's scent filled with her pregnancy hormones and be like, delighted with the scent? It was just an idea I had: I figured you would be able to make it into beautiful words. Like always.

Take care!

Babies

Azriel x Rhysand sister!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, suggestive

Prompts: N/A

Summary: It’s your first pregnancy and Az is being an overprotective mate. But you love it.

a/n dude i literally love @azsazz for all her dad!azriel fics also i don’t think ultrasound pictures are a thing in acotar so bare with me, i hope you don’t mind i didn’t include prompt 11 i just didn’t think it fit into the story.

“You’re pregnant,” Madja’s voice rang through my ears.

“Pregnant, that can’t be” I whisper. “Y/N my dear it turns out you are really fertile, more so than normal fae females,”

“I’m having a baby,” I mumble out, “I need to tel Azriel, when should I see you next?”

It wasn’t as if Azriel and I hadn’t talked about children. Fuck we had come up with baby names before all of this. So why was I so nervous as I waited for Az to come home.

Madja had given me a picture of the babe. I had it laid on a table with a cake that said “You’re gonna be a dad”.

The time seemed to pass slower, the clock’s ticking dimmed. I could hear the songs of the birds returning for the night, see the sunset pour into the room.

The door clicked, and I practically jumped out of my seat and rushed to the open it. I think I gave Azriel a heart attack with how quickly, I opened the door and pounced on him. He reciprocated my actions with a searing kiss.

“Hi,” I whisper against his lips, he chuckles and shuts the door, making sure to lock it. “What’s gotten you so excited?” he asks.

“I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,” I murmur my mind still hazy from the kiss.

“Oh you do?” he smirks. Rolling my eyes, I jump off and grab his hand, “It’s not that kind of surprise,”.

Guiding him by his arm, I drag him towards the kitchen. Standing on my tippy toes, my hand goes to cover his eyes right before we enter the kitchen.

I look around at the swirls of black surrounding both Az and I’s torsos. Leaning down, I whisper “Don’t tell him anything,”.

As if they hear me they frantically move up and down as if saying yes.

Taking a deep breath in, we walk into the kitchen. Reluctantly pulling my hand away from his face, I look at him in anticipation of his reaction.

His eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings, he looks at the picture of the babe in my stomach, then his eyes wonder to the cake. He takes in the words written on the cake.

Turning around he gapes at me.

“We’re having a- you’re not joking right?” he says frantically. Unable to form words I shake my head as a no.

Within seconds, he’s picked me up and he’s twirling me around in the air.

I shriek at first but then it dies down into a soft smile as I see how happy he is. Once he’s put me down on the ground, he kneels and pulls up my shirt.

“Mummy and Daddy love you so much” he kisses my belly.

Halfway through my pregnancy, Azriel forced Rhysand to let him off until the babe was born. He spent every waking moment with me, making sure I was drinking enough water, eating enough food and stuff like that.

The pregnancy made him more protective, he growled at every single male he saw, that looked at me. But seeing the fearsome spymaster, on his knees kissing my belly or holding my belly from behind to relieve me of some of the pain was all worth it.

He had cried the day the babe’s scent finally came. He had promised me that he would be the best father ever. Not that I had any doubt about it.

I stayed at home mostly, to satisfy Azriel and also because no one wants to walk around a lot when you’re so close to your due date.

That’s why I was currently lying on top of Azriel, my back pressed against his chest as he read me one of the books Nesta had given me.

But all I could focus on was his voice. A rich melody filling the room like a sweet song. I shuffled against him.

He took a deep breathe, taking in the scent of the babe. And my pregnancy hormones. The second they hit his senses, he let out a deep growl that went straight down my spine to my heated core.

I carefully twisted around so I could kiss him. His soft lips pressed against mine, sent me into a frenzy. The way his arms grazed up my shorts and down the arms of my sleeveless top.

“Az,” I whine against his mouth, “Don’t be a tease,”.

“I would never dream of it my love,” he says grinning.

My hormones swapped out for a droopy feeling. I yawned against his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head. Going back to reading, he drew mindless circles on my exposed shoulder. And finally for the first time in days the babe had finally let me sleep.

“You and our daughter are my heart, darling” and that’s the last thing.

Cassian had barged into the living room of the couple’s new house. “How’s my favourite sister in la-”.

Azriel tells him to shut up as he motions to the sleeping figure on top of him. “Sorry,” Cassian winces.

Just seconds later Rhysand stomps into the room, “Where’s my sister?” he asks as he looks over at Cassian. “Don’t be too loud you’re going to wake the demon,” he whispers pointing over at Azriel and I. Lifting up my middle finger, I aim it towards Cassian and then mutter out a “Fuck you” loud enough for them to hear.

“Althea doesn’t like you, Rhys” I say, giggling.

“Oh and how would you know that sister dear?” He says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as I’m about to answer, I get interrupted.

“Althea is such a pretty name,” Cassian squeals.

“Yes we know, now get out” Azriel sighs exasperatedly.

They start protesting but I cut them off, “Either get out or bring me some cake,”.

As they walk out Cassian mutters under his breath, “Demon,”

“I heard that!”

a/n hope you liked this anon! dad!az just holds a special place in my heart 🫶🏻

[augustinewrites]

thinking about y/n who somehow ends up time traveling back to 2006 and sees teen!gojo again. meeting him again is so humbling bc she realises that she has completely forgotten how much of a brat (or let’s say brattier brat than he is now) gojo was back then. nevertheless, she can’t help but want to smooch him bc he just looked so cute back then (she will never tell him that tho), and gets kind of sad thinking about everything he had to go through at his age.

once she’s back home, y/n can’t help but be a little clingy and give gojo some more cuddles and kisses while he just wonders how much she must have gone over his credit card limit to suddenly show him so much love

i know this is super late but i just watched the jjk s2 opening and it made me so emotional and made me think of this ask 😭😭😭

“damn,” gojo mutters as he pokes at the burnt mess meant to be pancakes.

“i’ll get your wallet,” megumi sighs from the table, where he and tsumiki have been sitting for the last fifteen minutes with empty plates.

one day he’ll conquer breakfast, but not today. so he quickly grabs his keys, hoping he can sneak out before—

he winces when the bedroom door opens and you step out, looking very troubled. no doubt due to the the smell of smoke setting into the apartment.

“babe,” he chuckles nervously as you make a beeline for him, a deep frown on your lips. he backs up until he hits the counter, waving his hands in front of him. “it wasn’t my fault, i swear! it’s these supposedly non-stick pans! they’re a sca—”

he barely manages to catch you when you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around him and immediately burying your face in his chest.

confused and almost too scared to move, he rests a hand atop your head, slowly securing an arm around your waist.

once he has his arm around you, he feels you sink into him with a deep sigh.

“you’re a frickin miracle, you know that?” you mutter, prompting him to glance down at you, moving the hand atop your head to cup your cheek, testing your temperature.

“…are you feeling okay?”

“yeah,” you send him a small nod. “i had this weird dream last night, and it reminded me that even with everything that happened when we were younger, everything that happened to you— you came out amazing. the man that you are and have always been…you’re a miracle, satoru.”

he’ll have to ask you about this dream later, because whatever it was had you gazing up at him misty eyed and clinging to him like you never wanted to let go. it must have really shaken you. you’ve only ever made sappy proclamations like this before he opened his credit card statement.

but for now he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you, “takes one to know one, right?”

[taylormarieee]

I wanna do more than kiss you under the mistletoe-Day 15 Mike Schmidt

Prompt: Mike wants to do more than kiss you...

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 543

Warnings: Soft sex, bondage, Dirty talk, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mike, Abby is not present at all, teasing, squirting, MDNI 18+ ONLY

"Hunny look! I just finished putting up the Christmas tree!" You say, finally stepping down from the stool.

You had just put up the last ornament... the star. It looked so pretty shining up there.

Mike walks in adjusting his shirt. You look at him with that cute little smile you always have and those adorable dimples.

Instead of admiring the tree he was admiring the thing he loved the most. The beautiful girl that shined the most. You.

"Yea babe. It's an amazing tree." He says drawing his attention back to the tree.

You both are wearing matching Pj pants and a green shirt that says, "Get in the Jolly spirit!"

"I'm going to the bedroom, i HAVE A SURPRISE!" You scream out and walk to your bedroom.

You feel Mike's hands wrap around your waist shortly after and smile. He looks past you and sees the Tv on and a list of movies along with toy handcuffs on the headboard of the bed.

"What's the cuffs for baby? You wanna get naughty?" He asks with a smirk on his beautiful face.

You quietly nod your head and he's carrying you over to the bed. He dims the light in your room and begins to take his shirt off.

He removes your pants and panties. He removes his boxers and pants as well.

You giggle when he climbs on top of you to handcuff your arms. You bite your lip and begin slowly jolting your hips up to his cock that's just out in the open in front of you.

He teases your entrance by sticking his cock inside of your aching hole and pulling it out.

"Mikey, please! No more teasing." You cry out. He just chuckles and continues. You wish you could break out of these bonds so badly but you can't.

You wine some more, trying to push him in further. Feel the sting of his monstrous cock stretching you out.

To hear him moan your name when you clench around him. The way your eyes deliciously roll back when he rams into you slowly.

"Mikey, Please stop teasing!" You whine out as he puts his leaking tip inside your slit.

He finally relents and rams into you at a slow pace. You cry out at the pace and roll your hips for more.

"You want it, you dirty slut?"

"Yea, tell me you fucking want it."

"Pussy so good, I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck.. take it like a good little whore."

"Oh yes Mikey! please give it to me!" You cry out at the delicious feeling of him inside you.

Your eyes roll back and you bite his lip when he leans down to kiss you. You cry again ad he picks up he pace.

That tugging feeling inside your stomach makes a tingling feeling go down your spine.

Your eyes roll back for a third time as your squirting all on Mikes big juicy cock.

Your clenching and your orgasm triggered his as he cums inside you, painting your gummy velvety walls white.

You moan at the feeling of his seed inside you. He drops on you kissing your body all over before cleaning you up and unlocking the handcuffs from your hands.

Merry dirty Christmas to you...

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[moonchild9350]

Surprise Surprise

Summary: You plan a surprise for Seungmin, one you know he'll love. Who says gifts can only be given on birthdays?

Pairing: idol Seungmin x fab reader

Genre: fluff, smut 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie (don't do it), dirty talk, brief use of the term pup

Notes: I feel like Seungmin would appreciate a boudoir photoshoot from his significant other haha and so this was born :) This is lightly edited so please excuse any typos!

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Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

They look perfect, you thought, flipping through the photos, as you admired the photographer’s work. You decided to buy all of them, as you found it difficult to pick just one. You let the photographer know that you wanted all of them. You were super excited, happy you went through with the photoshoot.

You went home, satisfied with the day. Walking into your apartment, you yelled "I’m home", kicking your shoes off at the door. You could hear your boyfriend’s laughter coming from your bedroom, so you padded your way over, opening the door to find him laid out on your bed, snuggled under the blankets watching a movie.

“Hey babe,” Seungmin said, looking up from the screen.

You giggled before taking off into a run and jumping onto the bed. Seungmin shrieked, thinking you were going to land on him. You wiggled your way under the blankets and into his arms as he let out a laugh.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” he said, nuzzling his head into your hair.

“Just my errand was successful. It may or may not be gift for you,” you teased, lifting your head so you could look him in the eyes.

“A gift? What is it? It’s not my birthday,” Seungmin said laughing.

“I know, just wanted to do something for you. You work so hard.”you said, snuggling further into his arms. You loved your boyfriend and enjoyed these sweet moments with him as they were few and far apart. You felt like you should reward him for treating you so well and just being an amazing boyfriend overall.

That’s what prompted you to schedule an appointment for a boudoir photoshoot. You wanted to surprise him, but in a different way than you normally would. Leading up to the appointment, you had fun picking out the different lingerie that you thought he would enjoy seeing you in. The actual appointment itself was also fun, the photographer posing you in different sensual and intimate poses. It would take a couple weeks to get the final prints and at that time you planned on putting them in an album and wrapping it up to give to Seungmin.

Each day that passed, you couldn’t wait to get the notification that the photos were ready. Seungmin kept asking you what the gift was, but you weren’t budging. He would have to find out when the time came. After much thinking you decided to tease him even more and sneak it in his bag, so when he got to work he would see it and open it there.

You picked out the photo album you wanted to put the pictures in and bought some cute wrapping paper. Once the time came where you received the notification that the prints were ready, you picked them up, bringing them home. You worked diligently, preparing them and then wrapping the album up before Seungmin got home from his schedule. You would have to sneak it in his bag before bed, knowing he wouldn’t look in it until tomorrow at work.

You barely slept that night, tossing and turning in bed, too giddy with excitement. Seungmin noticed, asking you if anything was wrong but you just shook your head and snuggled closer to your boyfriend. You finally were able to sleep with Seungmin’s touch, as he rubbed your back and pressed kisses to your face.

The next morning, you pressed a kiss on Seungmin’s lips wishing him a good day. He pulled you in for a hug, his hand running down your back and giving your ass a squeeze. Now you wait you thought after the front door closed.

You tried to distract yourself by catching up on a few shows, waiting for the text signaling Seungmin found your gift. It didn’t take too much longer, the time being mid morning.

Moung moung 🐶 Love what is this?

You giggled, knowing he was talking about the gift.

Moung Moung 🐶 open it ♥️ it’s your gift!

You had no reply, the minutes dragging on and on. After about 5 minutes your phone buzzed, signaling a call coming through. You answered the phone in a sweet voice.

“Hi baby,” you cooed.

“What is this babe?” Seungmin said

“It’s your gift baby. Don’t you like it?” You asked all innocent.

“I more than like it babe. But I opened it in front of the boys and um I think they know something is up cause I immediately left the room.”

You giggled, happy at his reaction. “Maybe I wanted that to happen, catch you off guard.”

“Hmm. Well I have to thank you tonight babe.”

“I’ll hold you to it baby,” you purred and hung up.

It was a success. You would have loved to be a fly on the wall to see his reaction in person. Now you couldn't wait for tonight. After all, you being Seungmin’s girlfriend is the gift that keeps on giving.

Seungmin was proud of his pup. You surprised him in the best way possible. Yeah he admits he was embarrassed briefly when he opened the gift and there were your tits all but falling out the lacey bra you were wearing in the photo, on display for all to see. He quickly placed his hand over the picture and dashed out the room running to a spare room to be in private.

After he closed the door, he sat in one of the chairs in the room, and went back to looking through the album. He was in awe, his beautiful baby in different poses, gazing at the camera with pure seduction. He loved the different outfits you wore, your perfect tits perched beautifully in the bras you wore. Your thighs plush and your ass, god he loved your ass.

He felt his cock filling out in his sweat pants as he flipped through the album again and again. He couldn’t wait to get home, to reward his baby for gifting such a great gift to him. He closed the album, taking a few deep breaths, thinking of anything but you, so his hard on could go away. Once he calmed down, he walked back to the practice room. Walking into the room, the members looked over asking if he’s alright. Oh he was more than alright and couldn’t wait for this day to end.

You looked at the clock, Seungmin would be home soon. You could barely contain your excitement. You heard the door open and shut, and shoes hit the floor.

“Baby?” Seungmin called out.

You got up from the couch, running over to Seungmin’s open arms. He lifted you up and spun you around, your giggles echoing throughout the room. He carefully placed you back down on the floor before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, your lips moving in tandem with each other. Seungmin broke the kiss before looking into your eyes.

“Thanks for the gift babe,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” you said pecking his lips once more.

“Let me thank you,” Seungmin breathed out before taking your hand and walking toward your bedroom.

He stopped in front of the bed, pushing you down onto it. You landed with a huff, you gazing traveling up Seungmin’s body before landing on his eyes. He leaned down to capture his lips with yours once more, this time the kiss being more heated as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against your chest.

Seungmin placed his hands on either side of your head, lifting himself up to look down at you. He gave you a smile before dragging your shirt up and over your head, tossing it on the floor. He noticed you were wearing nothing underneath.

“My dirty pup, wearing nothing underneath your shirt. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were wanting me to fuck you tonight, hmmm?”

You whined out, reaching your hands out, wanting to pull him close to you once again. Seungmin chuckled, before placing wet kisses along your jaw, traveling down your neck. He sucked the skin, leaving pretty marks behind. He kissed his way down your body, placing a kiss on each nipple before taking one in his mouth. You tangled your fingers through his hair, sighing out as he suckled the bud. With a loud pop, he continued his journey further south, before placing a kiss on your mound. You mewled out, pressing down on his head, wanting more of his mouth.

Seungmin lifted his head and gave you a grin, “let me reward you babe.”

You relaxed further into the bed, spreading your legs more. Seungmin looked at his prize, your pussy glistening with slick. He licked his lips before taking two fingers to spread your lips apart and attaching his mouth on your clit. He licked the little bundle, as you let out a cry. He wrapped his lips around your clit sucking it, his tongue lapping at the bud every now and then. You pressed his face further into your pussy, grinding your hips against his face, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves. He hummed out as he made out with your pussy, the vibrations causing you to shiver.

You felt close, always being able to cum in record time when he ate you out. “Mmm close, don’t stop don’t stop,” you whined out, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you got closer to the edge. With one more swivel of your hips against his face, you came, loud moans falling from your mouth. He licked your arousal up as you rode out your high, listening to your sweet moans above him. Once you stopped thrashing, he lifted his face and licked his lips.

Climbing up and leaning over you he kissed you once more before leaning back. You watched as he took off his clothes, his leaking cock springing out and up onto his abdomen. He stroked his cock once, twice, before lining up with your entrance.

“Ready baby?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours. You shook your head yes, before groaning out as you watched him stretch you out, pushing the tip in. He slid his cock in and out, fucking you with only the tip. You tossed your head back, the feel of his cock dragging against your walls causing you to mewl out. With a hard thrust, Seungmin bottomed out, a groan leaving his mouth. He began pounding into you, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the pleasure overwhelming. He took your arms and crossed them over your chest, pushing your tits together so he could watch them bounce with each thrust.

Seungmin adjusted his hips and using your arms as leverage, thrusted deeper into you.

“Fuck baby, this pussy, all mine.”

You whined out at his words, clenching around his cock.

“Keep squeezing me pup, gotta reward my baby, my sweet, sexy baby.”

The pleasure was too much, as Seungmin fucked you fast and hard, the sound of his balls slapping your ass again and again. You felt that coil build up in your belly again. Seungmin noticed you were close. He let go of your hands, and brought his own down to rub your clit in small, tight circles. He continued to pound into you, his own high approaching.

“Pup is close, hmm. Cum with my baby, you can do it, come on,” Seungmin cooed. His eyes never left your face, your eyes unfocused and dilated, little puffs of air leaving your mouth as he fucked you. You let out a choked cry, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, and mouth wide open, as you came around his cock. The sight beneath him of you falling apart and your tight walls clenching around him caused him to reach his high, loud moans falling from his mouth as he thrusted his cum into you.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed kisses all over your face, as you let out sweet giggles. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he watched your squirm.

“Stop baby, that tickles!” You said with a smile on your face.

Seungmin pressed one last kiss on your nose before slowly pulling his cock out, rubbing soothing circles on your hips as he did so. He laid down on the bed next to you, pulling you into his embrace and looked you in the eyes. How did he get so lucky he thought to himself, as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“I love you babe,” he said. “It truly was the most perfect gift.”

You grinned, snuggling closer to your boyfriend. “I love you too baby,” you cooed. You were happy you went through with the photoshoot. You just knew he would love it. Operation boudoir photoshoot was a success and he would forever thank you for it.

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[medusapelagia]

Serenade

written for @corrodedcoffinfest (Prompt 17: This one's for you) and @astrangersummer (Week 12: Forgotten) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: none Words: 1000

(So... this entry for the Corroded Coffin Fest and the Steddie week got A LOT of attention and people asked me for a sequel So this can be read as a stand-alone or a sequel of Love at first sight.)

Steve can’t suffocate a whimper when the curtains of his room open unexpectedly and Robin turns toward him with a grin.

“Raise and shine, baby! We have another incredible shift at Target!”

“Fuck you, Robin. I’m sick, I can’t go to work.”

Robin lifts an eyebrow, and points at the glass of water and the Advil pills on Steve’s night table, “Not sick, babe, just in hangover, and given the fact you decided it was a good idea got wasted without me I think that spending your hangover with me dealing with customers is the right punishment.”

Muttering that he feels he’s been punished more than enough, Steve gulps down water and pills, grabs the wrinkled clothes he finds on his chair, and follows Robin into the kitchen, where a warm toast and a cup of coffee are already waiting for him.

“Still hate you, but you’re the best.”

“I know you do, dingus. Now, want to talk about last night?”

Steve tilts his head frowning in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Robin grabs her phone, opens WhatsApp, and plays an audio message in which a really drunk Steve stutters something about having found the man of his dreams.

“I’m going to marry him, Rob! Will you be my bestwoman?” Steve’s drunken voice says.

“So… who’s this mystery man?”

“Who? I have no idea who you are talking about.” Steve shrugs in confusion, “I was obviously drunk. I don’t remember a thing.”

Robin scrutinizes him for a long time before nodding to herself, “Ok, fine. But this is another reason why you’re not allowed to go out drinking without me!” She declares, pouring two glasses of orange juice for both of them.

“What about your date? Is Chrissy everything you were looking for?”

“She is not.” Steve sighs, ready to comfort her when Robin adds, “She’s way better! She is fun! And beautiful! And when she laughs she snorts so adorably… and we’re fucking late! Let’s go!” Robin says, grabbing Steve’s arm and pushing him out of the door while she keeps telling him about the amazing date she had the night before. 

When they get outside the crispy air makes Robin shiver, so she reaches into Steve’s jacket’s pocket to warm herself, but she retreats her hand with a gagging sound, “Didn’t your mom teach you to throw away used tissues?” she asks, making a disgusted face.

Steve frowns and puts his hand in his pocket, retrieving a crumpled napkin with some pen’s shaky signs. He opens the napkin to get a better look and finds a telephone number and a name: Eddie.

“Holy fucking shit! You did meet someone!” Robin grins, “Are you sure you don’t remember him?”

Shaking his head, red with embarrassment, Steve confirms he doesn’t remember anything.

“Ok. Only one thing to do.” Robin grabs Steve’s phone, “Call him.”

“What?! No! What if he’s a psycho? Or if I made a fool out of myself? It’s better to forget about it.”

“Ok.” Robin shrugs, turning her back to Steve who glares at her with suspicion, it's not like her to surrender so easily.

“What…? Robin! No!" He says trying to grab the phone, but she’s already dialing the number, “Robin what the fuck!”

“Hello?” A warm voice replies after a couple of rings.

“Oh… Hey… Eddie? I… I’m Steve.”

“Oh, Stevie.” Someone in the back makes a satiric comment while the man on the phone opens a door and moves somewhere quieter, “Are you feeling better? Did you drink a lot of water like I suggested?”

“I… yeah… I did… but…”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

That word triggers something in Steve's mind, a blurred memory of a group of men wearing leather jackets and talking loudly.

“I… Look… I know this sounds bad but I don’t remember what happened last night and I wanted to apologize if I made a fool out of myself.”

“Oh. Ok. Not what I was expecting, but it’s fine.” The voice sounds disappointed and it makes Steve’s heart ache.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine. Listen I have to go, the guys and I have a little concert and we’re in the middle of the soundcheck.”

“Oh. Yeah. You signed a big contract, right?”

“So you do remember something.” The man points out, amused, “You know what? Why don’t you come to see us? Tonight, at the HideOut, I promise not to let you drink until we talk.”

“At the HideOut? Tonight?” Robin grabs Steve's arm and points at herself, “Can I bring a friend with me?”

“Sure. See you there.”

When Eddie closes the call and goes back to the stage, Jeff is grinning, “So, is he still in love with you?”

“Don’t think so. He doesn’t remember me.”

“Oh, this sucks.” Gareth says, stopping the cymbals, “So what are you going to do?”

“The only thing anyone in his right mind would do: serenade him in front of a crowd!” Eddie chuckles while he grabs his guitar and adds a new song to their track listing and Freak winks at him.

“Bold choice.”

“I’m not going to chicken out. He said he loved me, right?”

When the doors open it isn't hard for Eddie to spot Steve, who is wearing a bright yellow sweater and stands out like a sore thumb in an ocean of dark jeans and black t-shirts.

They play the single they have just recorded and the crowd explodes, but Eddie’s eyes are pinned on Steve when he announces “Stevie, this one's for you.”

Eddie moves around the stage, getting back to back with Freak while playing, but he gets closer to the audience, searching for Steve's eyes when he sings, “And, want to treasure the rest of your days here, and, give you pleasure in so many ways dear.”

Once the concert ends, Eddie asks to bring Steve backstage and when he sees him, he winks, "I think we're doing things the other way around, but... would you like to go on a date with me?"

[readychilledwine]

hi, would it he okay to request one where it’s reader x azriel and they’ve been struggling with fertility/getting pregnant. And after a while reader finds out she’s not only pregnant but with triplets😭😭 and they’re all crying happy tears together sith the ic and celebrate😭😍

I was struggling with fertility and finally got pregnant after so long and I couldn’t be happier, so seeing dad az would be so amazing, but I read ur latest post so if it’s a lot then please feel free to ignore ❤️❤️

No. This is perfect. I can do this. 💙💙

Azriel Week Day 6 Prompt - Past and Future - Threefold

Summary - After years of trying and unsuccessful attempts, you and Azriel finally receive everything you've asked and prayed for threefold.

Warnings - high-risk pregnancy, labor (nothing graphic), babies, illusions to miscarriages, inferred toll of pregnancy on mental health (its hard.)

A/n - this fit too perfectly for @azrielappreciationweek dad Az is my favorite to write as a father simply because his inner child deserves to heal 💜

Madja and Rhys held your upper body as another bout of sickness ripped through your stomach. You hadn't felt right for several days now. You were exhausted and irritable, and lately, nothing has stayed down.

Rhys pulled your hair back, rubbing small circles into your back. "I can call for Azriel, y/n," he offered again. "He's only doing some follow up things in Windhaven. There are no new issues."

Madja looked at the High Lord. Calling for him silently in her mind. It was clear to the healer what was going on, and she wanted you on bed arrest immediately. You and Azriel had been trying and struggling to have a babe for years. She inclined her head to Rhys, motioning for him to follow her.

"She's pregnant," she boldly said. "The scent is faint, meaning it's early, but her morning sickness indicates multiples." Rhysand's face fell, joy, happiness, fear, sadness all washing over him. You and Azriel were the last of the circle without children.

He and Feyre had 4, Cassian and Nesta had 2, Lucien and Elain had 2. Even Mor and Armen had adopted children. But you and Azriel? You had been trying for years now, and unsuccessful attempt after attempt had led to you two in long fights, heartache, and emotional turmoil.

"Were they even trying?"

Madja nodded at the question. "We tried one last alternative method. It was very painful for her. That's why I need you to command her to bedrest, Rhysand. For them."

The High Lord reentered the bathroom, gently picking you up after you finished brushing your teeth and began the pathway to your room. "You're done working for today. I'm calling for Azriel." Madja opened the door for him, watching as he gently set you down on the soft sheets and blankets you had already started subconsciously nesting with. "You will not leave this bed unless one of us is here with you."

The Riverhouse set food and water on the table, indicatine needed you needed to eat. "Madja, what's going on?"

The old healer looked at you. "I'll be able to give you a better answer once Azriel is here and I examine you."

Azriel flew hard. Not wanting to be away a single second longer after Rhysand's urgent message. He landed with a thud, and instantly went into Rhysand's office where he and Cassian sat in silence. "Where is she? What's wrong?"

Rhys motioned for him to sit and Cassian handed him the whiskey he was nursing. Rhys sighed, "She's pregnant. Madja thinks there's multiple. You're both done. You will distribute your missions until further notice and stay with your mate." Rhys paused as Azriel threw back the expensive whiskey. "Madja is with her and waiting for you for the exam."

You were laid back, Azriel holding your soft hand in his scarred ones near his mouth as he kissed each knuckle. Madja was glowing, hands over your abdomen. You watched her mouth twitch and Rhysand stop pacing in the corner before he started to just laugh. "You are indeed pregnant, my dear. With three healthy developing children. Maybe 6 weeks." Azriel's face fell first, looking at Rhysand in panic. "I will leave you two with your High Lord. He is aware of my opinion given your history." Madja left the from gracefully, a firm smile cemented on her face as she walked into the hallway where the Inner Circle waited.

Rhysand moved to the foot of the bed, leaned on the post as he looked between you and Azriel. "You're on bed rest. You will not leave this bed or go anywhere alone. No training. No long walks. No long trips into town. We," he motioned between himself and Azriel, "will set the nursery. You, my dearest y/n, will no longer lift a damn finger." Azriel had not moved, his eyes locked on you. Rhys took the silent message, leaving the room as Azriel moved onto the bed with you, his mouth immediately on yours as that dam broke and tears began to fall.

"3?" He asked in shock, a hand going to your stomach. "And 6 weeks? You're already to where-"

"I know," you interrupted softly. "If we can make it 2 more weeks, it'll be the furthest we've made it." Azriel's hand tilted your head to his, and he kissed you softly.

Azriel paused. "Rhys is asking Madja if she'd be willing to stay here with her own chambers. They're also all setting up a rotation to ensure one of them is always with us."

You nodded, hand going over his to rest on your stomach. "3."

"3," he whispered back.

6 weeks passed without complications. At, 12 weeks and you were halfway to that safe period Madja had promised. The healer had her hand over your stomach, glowing in her magic and happiness.

"Such healthy little heartbeats." You felt Azriel's body language relax and his hand gently squeeze yours. "Everything looks very healthy so far. I will not lift the bedrest, though."

You looked at Azriel, silently pleading for him to advocate for you and were met with a soft apologetic gaze. "No," he commanded softly. "You stay here. I stay here. We stay here." House arrest, bed rest, that was the only issue so far. You were used to your work, to running daily, to anything but this. Madja left with a small smile as Azriel whispered thank you, and you began to cry. "I know, my love-"

"No you don't. You do not know what it's like to be trapped here. I can't even go outside without Rhys or Cassian appearing out of fucking no where. I miss the sun, the grass." You took a deep breath. "I am confined to this house and it's many walls for the well being of our babies. I understand that, but what about my well being, Azriel? What about my mental health?"

Azriel looked down, your normally selfless mate. "I'm sorry, y/n, but until I know something as simple as laying in the sun won't hurt them, I will support you being in the home, maintaining low stress levels. I will see if I can find a compromise. Perhaps an atrium? I know you've always wanted one."

You woke up to that the very next day, Azriel, Rhys, Lucien, and Cassian were all shirtless with other workers. A room facing your favorite garden had been wrecked, the furniture all moved. They had started at sunrise and at nightfall it stopped. Between magic, skills, and your husband refusing a break, you had a skylit atrium. Rhysand moved to you, covered in dirt and sweat, tilting your chin to place a small kiss on your temple, then Cassian, then Lucien, the last leaving his hand ok your already large stomach for a little while with a happy smile.

Azriel was moving the furniture back, shadows assisting every step of the way. He finally entered the room, lifting you gently from the chair you were reading in, and placing you in the lounging couch he had moved into the full glass room.

"Az-"

"I love you," he interrupted. "And I'm sorry you're having to make this sacrifice for us and our family, but please know I love you. Please know I am just worried. We've lost so much, too many already. Please, y/n, meet me here. Let this be our common ground until Madja says otherwise."

You had no choice but to nod, eyes locked on the beautiful night sky you had not seen in what felt like months. "I'm hungry." Azriel smiled at the statement. His eyes lit up as he felt your gentle caving down the bond. "Could you perhaps bathe and feed me? Maybe out here?" Azriel nodded, pulling you into a deep kiss.

Before you blinked, your third trimester was half way over, and suddenly bedrest was all you could think about. You were uncomfortable, large, constantly feeling as if the babes were using you as a personal playground. You and the Twins were in the kitchen when it happened, tight pain shot through your stomach and wetness came, your hand flew to Cerridwen and she supported you immediately, screaming for Madja as she moved you to sit.

The next several hours blurred together. Rhysand appearing and having Cassian help him carry you to a tub per Madja's request. Him holding your mind as he apologized over and over.

It made sense that this was happening now. The one time there was a mission that required Azriel. The one time he was in the Mortal Lands, having to spy on the Queen furthest from your home. Rhysand held your hand through the process, Cassian helping support your body as every inch of you felt like giving up and going out.

Until that first scream came. That first wail of life. That first tiny little body handled to one of the twins, small perfect wings intact. "Push, y/n," Rhys whispered softly. "They need their siblings." It could have been but moments, possibly hours. You didn't know. But a second cry came followed by the door slamming open and Azriel running to your side, allowing Rhysand to move and help with the babes.

"I'm so sorry," you kept saying, guilt hitting you at his bittersweet joy of missing two of the babes being born. "I-"

"It's okay. I'm here for this one." Azriel kissed your temple. "Two have wings, my love. You are doing so well."

The third cry came soon after, your body wanting to be done before finally giving out as Azriel and Cassian waited for Madja to heal you the best she could. She nodded and they removed you from the tub, body absolute done as you rested in Azriel's chest.

Cassian had gone to the babes, his excitement too heavy. Soon the whole Inner Circle and Nyx sat in the room, waiting for Madja to begin the announcements. She walked one of the babies to you, "First Born, winged, healthy weight for a triplet. Boy." Azriel stilled, his grip on your hand tightening.

Rhys walked the second over, a familiar soft look in his eyes, "Second born, winged, also healthy and hungry. Boy."

Cassian was sobbing holding his little bundle, looking at Azriel and then nodding. Your mate's dam broke, handing you the two sons instantly and reaching for the baby Cassian had. "Third born. Wingless for now, we all know that won't be the case forever, though. A little smaller than Madja would like. Girl."

Azriel held her close, his eyes locked on her perfect little face as tears fell. "You promised," he reminded you gently. You were too busy, admiring your boys to even respond. They were holding hands, both searching for their sister. "Y/n."

You broke your stare, brows knit in confusion. "They're your lineage, Azriel. You know you have last say in their names." Madja and the Inner Circle now stood closer as Azriel studied the babes one by one, never letting go of his daughter.

"Ophelia," he handed her gently to you. "After my mother." He took one of the boys, stroking his little cheek softly. He was holding the second born, who was wearing a serious pout. The was the largest of the three, little wings trying to stretch already on his back. "Ramiel. Because I have a gut feeling." Nyx laughed gently, silently asking to take his cousin and get him situated for a bottle. Azriel gave him to his nephew, a look of warning on his face. He took the oldest, who immediately took a scarred finger into his tiny hands. "Opinions, love," he asked you before realizing you were feeding your daughter. "She just decided to latch on there, huh?"

"Pretty much," you looked at your oldest son, the second smallest. Face all smiles. "Arnan," you looked to Armen. "After his aunt who found the method that brought them into the world." She was at Azriel's side immediately, taking the babe from him without him even putting up a fight.

*3 months later*

You and Azriel sat in the nursery. The boys in his arms, feeding softly from bottles, your daughter in yours breastfeeding. Figuring out a schedule to ensure all of them breastfed once or twice a day had been difficult but the routine was easy now. Ophelia slept best through the night after skin to skin and breastfeeding. Arnan was less fussy in the mornings when his breakfast came directly from you. Ramiel napped better after an afternoon breast feeding. "They're holding their heads up so well," Azriel cooed. "My strong boys." He was a male obsessed and in love. He was frequently out your shared bed at night, and you'd find him, sleeping with all three of them on his broad bare chest in the nursery. He was the perfect father despite not having an example of how to be one.

"I think our sweet girl will get there soon," you kept watch on her, holding her little hand as she reached for you. "We're just a Danity little thing, though so Heaven forbid daddy has to carry and coddle us more." You teased them both as Azriel's jaw dropped.

"I can't help it, love. Look at her, look at those eyes, that nose, her little smile. I'll carry her to Spring and back by foot." He stood, burping both of the boys and laid them in their cribs before coming to sit in front of his girl. "I want her when you're done."

"You say that until they poop."

"They're so warm and happy after breastfeedings, y/n." He watched as she unlatched by choice, reaching for her father's familiar voice and he took her. "And her belly is all full. And she's so happy. My little star. The perfect ending to our family's constellation." He walked her to her crib, continuing to coo her. "All of my little stars," he turned their mobiles on, watching as they all slowly shut their eyes and then walked to you.

He left the door open a crack, escorting you to your adjoining bedroom. Once inside he kissed you, thumbs stroking your cheekbones as he did, and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you."

"I love you too. Let's go to bed. Please. They hardly napped at all today. Nyx got them that damn toy and I am still deciding if our nephew gets to live." Azriel laughed quietly, moving to the bed with a hand holding yours. "Perhaps tonight you could stay here."

He paused, staring at you as he pulled the blanket over you two. "I don't know what you're talking about." His cheeks were slightly flushed. "I always stay the night here."

You kissed his hand. "Of course you do, Azzie. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, y/n."

[chukys-mouthguard]

#3, a little angst that ends with fluff, for Mat Barzal

Prompt: “I wish you were here with me.”

Note: I don’t know if my brain will ever fully get used to spelling his name with one ‘t’…but like that’s such a mat barzal thing idk why that’s so him in my opinion 😂

“Yeah it was a pretty fun day, I’m exhausted though. I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of bed in the morning.” 

Mat finally finished telling you all about the fun he had at the skills competition. The guest celebrities he got to meet, the freebies that brands were gifting out to the players. Though you knew he wasn’t bragging, it still hurt your feelings hearing how much fun he was having. 

You were supposed to go with him for the All Star Game, but something came up with work and you were forced to stay home. He knew how much you were looking forward to going, and of course you were proud of him for getting picked, you missed not being able to celebrate moments like this along with him. 

“Yeah, sounds like you had quite a fun day babe.” 

Mat could hear the bit of disappointment lacing your words as you sighed into the phone. He felt bad for bragging, but he was just so excited to tell you about his day that he’d neglected to sympathize with how you were still upset. 

“I wish you were here with me.” 

His words coming out a bit like an afterthought as he tried to cheer you up, only to make you more frustrated. 

“I’m sure you do, though it sounds like you had a great day without me. Meeting celebrities, getting tons of freebies from brands, hanging out with the guys. Definitely sounds like you were missing me Mat. But don’t worry because I’m sure we will make plans for me to come with you to the awards in Vegas, or overseas for some upcoming tournament, or god knows what else. But, per usual something will come up and I won’t be able to join you and support you.” 

Mat remained silent on his end of the phone call, letting you vent and say whatever you needed to. These frustrations being something you’d had for awhile. Your job unfortunately not always being one to let you miss work, especially when you had important deadlines or projects that needed done. 

“Well, I meant what I said…but I’m sorry you don’t think so.” 

He didn’t mean to say anything snarky back to you, but it just slipped out. He was frustrated that you felt like he didn’t want you there to experience these things with him. 

“Mat, I didn’t say that. I just, I want to support you. To be there to experience all these achievements and special moments. But it’s like I can never catch a break with work. And I feel like I’m not being the best girlfriend I can be if I can’t even have a weekend to fly out and see you in an all star game like every other girlfriend or wife can.” 

One thing Mat was never okay with was you comparing yourself to other girlfriends or wives. Was he upset that you felt he was insincere wishing you were there, sure. But he knew you were just frustrated. He would be too if he was in your shoes. But to hear you call yourself a bad girlfriend or not supportive enough, that hurt him. 

“Baby, you are the most supportive person in my life. Who gives a fuck what other girlfriends and wives do. You’re my girlfriend, and you do more than enough to support me. You refuse to stop working because you don’t want to be someone who lives off their boyfriend, and I admire the fuck out of that. Half the girls dating guys in this league aren’t like you. And that’s why I love you so much. I’m sorry for being snarky, I just, I hate that you feel like you need to be like the others. Because you’re perfect for me, just the way you are.” 

Smiling into the phone, you calmed down a bit as you needed that reassurance from Mat. He always reminded you that you were different, in the best way. And that’s why he loved you so much. 

“Now, enough about my day, tell me about this work project and how fucking amazing my boss ass girlfriend did.”

[pickingupmymercedes]

hiii! Again, congrats on your 500 followers. I was wondering if you could do a blurb where Lewis and his wife (y/n) are in labour and just see how Lewis comforts her? (if yk what I mean 😭😭) just some cute sappy moments between them when she’s in labour before their first kid is born, and maybe a moment after the delivery?

Thank you lovely ❤️❤️

I chose a prompt for you, hope you like it

"Is that a rethorical question? You genuinely want an answer?"

Lewis paced back and forth in the dimly lit hospital room, glancing anxiously at the clock on the wall. It felt like they had been there for days, although it had only been a few hours since Y/n's contractions had really started to pick up.

The warm water of the birthing pool swirled gently around her as she leaned back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position. "How are you feeling, love?" Lewis asked, his voice a mixture of concern and helplessness.

Y/n shot him a tired look, her hair up in a mess of a bun, few strands plastered to her forehead with sweat. " Tired and cranky. I just want this baby out of me."

Lewis winced slightly at how helpless he was to the whole scene he had been watching.

"Okay, focus on your breathing, babe," Lewis tried, his voice a touch shaky despite his calm demeanor. "Remember? Deep breaths, just like we practiced."

Y/n sighed, then grimaced as another contraction hit. She gripped the sides of the pool, breathing deeply through the pain, and through gritted teeth, managed a one-word reply. "Useless."

Lewis chuckled nervously reaching for her fingers, trying to pry them from the grasp she had around the plastic material. "Maybe not entirely useless. It seems to be keeping you at least semi-coherent."

"That's not funny, Lewis," she groaned, squeezing his hand so hard his fingers threatened to revolt.

He winced, but didn't complain “Is there anything I can do? Do you need more water or, um, a massage or something?"

Y/n sighed, then grimaced as another contraction hit. She gripped back the sides of the pool, breathing deeply through the pain. "I don't know, just... be here. Talk to me. Distract me from this never-ending torture."

Lewis scratched his head, racking his brain for anything that might help in the slightest. "Alright, well, did you know that I can solve a Rubik's Cube?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the pain. "Are you for real?"

Lewis laughed, the tension easing a bit. " Seriously. Maybe I’ll show you sometime."

"Sure," Y/n muttered, rolling her eyes but looking a bit more relaxed. "That’ll be a great bonding activity when your child is not trying to get out of my womb."

Lewis knelt by the side of the pool, reaching out to hold Y/n's hand. He stroked her hair gently with his other hand, his touch soothing. "You’re doing amazing love. I know it’s tough, but you’re so strong. And soon, we’ll have our baby in our arms. Just a little longer, okay?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to conserve her energy. "I know. I just... I didn’t think it would take this long.

A beat of silence. Then, hesitantly Lewis whispered near her "Is an epidural still out of our plans?"

Y/n's eyes narrowed. "Is that a rhetorical question, Lewis? You genuinely want an answer?"

Lewis’s brow furrowed in worry. "Are you sure, love? It might help with the pain."

"Naturally," she insisted, her voice a ragged whisper. "Remember, no drugs. We talked about this."

He sighed, defeated. Y/n was unbelievably strong, both physically and mentally. He admired that fire in her, but right now, he just wanted her comfortable. He dipped a washcloth and cleaned a line of sweat off of her face.

"Alright" Lewis said softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I’m right here with you, every step of the way."

As another contraction wracked her body, Y/n bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.

"You're doing amazing, you know that?" he murmured. "Strongest woman I know."

"Except for maybe Serena Williams" Y/n mumbled back, a flicker of pride returning to her voice.

Lewis chuckled. "Maybe. But you’re giving her a run for her money here babe.”

The silence in the recovery room was a grateful contrast to the hectic atmosphere of the delivery room just a couple of hours later. Their family had come and left already and the air was now only punctuated by the rhythmic snuffles of their newborn daughter nestled in Lewis's arms. He traced a finger down her tiny cheek, marveling at the delicate perfection of her features. Y/n, was drained but couldn’t find in her to close her eyes, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she watched Lewis become a father.

"Look at those eyelashes" she whispered; her voice hoarse. "They're yours."

A lump formed in Lewis's throat. He glanced at Y/n, his heart overflowing with a love he never knew existed. "They wouldn't be here without you." he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/n reached out, her fingers brushing against one of his hands that wrapped around most of her small back "She's perfect, isn't she?"

Lewis nodded, tears threatening to spill. "More than perfect. You’re both my everything now"

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Daddy to the Rescue (Dean)

Prompt: Having a newborn is hard.

A loud whine wakes you from your slumber. You ignore it at first, after all, it’s Dean’s turn to go. Nevertheless, after a few seconds, the crying continues and your bed’s companion doesn’t arise. It’s amazing how your husband can sleep through your baby’s cries, but wakes at the first sign of danger.

“Dean,” you mumble in your sleep. He doesn’t move. The newborn babe has been restless for the pasts weeks, no wonder he’s so tired. You nudge him, “Deeean.”

Finally, he shifts. “I got him -I got him.” He stands and leaves the room with a sleepy walk.

You go back to your pillow, ready to doze again. A minute passes, you adjust. Another minute. Great, now you can’t go back to sleep. Giving up, you decide to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

This routine has been going on since you gave birth. It’s been hard having a kid as a hunter. Even more so because it’s your first time. When you realized you were pregnant, you were scared about Dean’s reaction. Sure, you were married, but kids were another thing entirely. It turned out there was nothing to worry about. He loved the baby even before he was born.

After drinking some water, you go back to your room. On your way there, you cross the nursery’s threshold. You decide to take a peek. Your heart melts to the sight of your husband holding your son in a loving embrace. Dean is glancing down at him and murmuring softly. The baby in his arms has gone back to sleep with a peaceful visage. You walk forward. Dean smiles at you sweetly. The sleep still lingers in his eyes, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you once you’re within reach.

[hxt1b]

"i knew the day i met you you'd be the one"

choso x reader 

These tiktoks and the amazing art had some hand in the inspo of this one. Choso / Sukuna. oh and maybe a little bit of this one too. i’m just gonna go ahead and add this link too. because it fits.

-> WC: 2.7k

-> CW: Motocross AU, older brother Sukuna, Sukuna and Choso do not get along, Sukuna is overprotective of you and Choso is possessive kinda, Yuji and Sukuna are separate-bodied individuals for this, and Sukuna is not in true form I mean this is a motocross au so… pwp, well some plot. smut warning [teasing, fingering, name calling {you: slut}, hair pulling, spanking, finger sucking, minor ass play, manhandling, penetration, choking. Idk if missed anything] 

-> A/N: oh my, I fucking hope this isn't shit, its kinda deprived and cracked but I hope you guys like it. Idk I feel like the ending could have been better, but still I don't think its completely terrible. Lastly please excuse any messed up grammar I tried my best. 

Masterlist 

prompt list for requests.

 -> request: "hi bestie

Could I have a piece on Choso and Sukuna with Prompts: #2 “Take it off” and #4”Move away from the door and let me have at him”?? Suggestive, fluff or even smut!! 

Thank you for taking the time to get to my request hehe I’m looking forward to it" @bts-sierra <here you go babe>. 

Choso's hands were in your hair, under your shirt, sliding up your skirt. Rough fingers digging into soft skin, heated kisses pressed into oversensitive flesh that he'd just sucked on. Marks were already littering your upper chest, he had you half undressed with all your clothes still on. His thigh was in between your legs, your hips moving against him uninhibited. His body was pushing you into the wall, your hands pulling at his hair. 

Chose was everywhere, and you loved it. 

He moaned your name at the base of your throat, his hot breath lighting your skin on fire. You breathed a whimper in response as his left hand trailed down your stomach to your core. 

He didn't touch you, at least not where you wanted him to. He dragged deft fingers along your panties and over the apex of your thighs. You groaned bucking your hips at him. In response Choso sank his teeth into your collarbone, gently gathering the skin with his teeth and sucking, before licking at it with his tongue. You shivered your body arching into him. 

"You want my fingers?" He asked. 

You nodded. 

"Say it." He demanded. 

"I want your fingers, Choso." 

He hummed. Finally pushed your panties to the side and dragging this middle finger up your slit. "What do you want these fingers to do?"

His tone was light, mocking. His face drawn back taking in your features. Your head was tilted back leaning into the wall and you breathed heavily, your entire being worked up from the heated kisses and almost there touches. 

"Choso." You whined. 

"I need direction, darling." He breathed, his right hand settling on the wall beside your head. His head cocking to the side, his lips curled up into a smirk that had your cunt flexing about nothing. 

"Uh, please," you mumbled, "Fuck me with them."  

He hummed again, moving his middle finger in a slow circle around your clit. Before slowly sinking it into your heat. 

"Like this?" 

"More." 

"So greedy." But he added another finger. You moaned at his slow ministrations. 

"Fuck," you cursed as you curled your hands into the front of his shirt. He added a third finger, but his rhythm was still the same. Slow and agonizing. "Harder." You begged. 

Choso leaned his head closer to yours his lips brushing over yours. 

"What would your brother say if knew how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him, hoping your glare was registering. 

"Why would you-" 

Your words were cut off by a loud moan as he picked up his pace, his fingers curling into your sweet spot. It was mind-numbing, his thumb worked at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The wet sound filled the air around you mixing with your panting and his soft breathing. 

You moved your hand to the back of his head and tilted your face up to kiss him. He let you, his tongue instantly thrusting into your mouth. His hand left the wall and moved to the back of your head pulling you further into his kiss. His lips moved against your lips at a bruising rate. 

"You're fucking mine." He muttered. His fingers pulled your head back by pulling on your hair. 

You were close, Choso knew your body like the back of his hand, the two of you had been sneaking around behind Sukuna's back for almost half a year now. 

"Am I?" You taunted. 

Your body was coiled tight, Choso's fingers pumped in and out of you brutally now. He growled your name as you finally came apart on his fingers. He stayed with you for a couple more seconds working your over for your high before taking a step back from you, letting your body slump against the wall. His eyes narrowed at you as he licked his fingers clean. Your walls clenched at the action, and you let out an involuntary whimper. 

"Take it off." Chose commended lowly. "Take it all off." You quickly ripped your clothes off and moved to the bed. Chose pushed you down onto your stomach. You looked over your shoulder at him, your body shuddering as you took in his gaze, amused and full of lust. 

"So obedient for someone questioning if they're actually mine." 

You moved onto your hands and knees leaning your hips back so that you pressed into his hips. Moving against his still-clothed erection. You were fixed under his stare, coming apart for him slowly one day at a time while he pulled at your strings. 

You were his. You just never said it. 

He gripped your hips roughing, pushing you off his body. A rough smack landed against your ass causing you to cry out in shock. 

"You gonna question it again darling?" He asked his hand rubbing against the sting. 

You looked over your shoulder again, your lip caught between your teeth. 

"Last I checked I was nobodies." You taunted again. Choso narrowed his eyes again his nose flaring at your words as he breathed in deeply. You loved taunting him, it always, always, worked out in your favour. 

"Oh baby," He murmured, his fingers digging into your hips harder. "Start counting." With that he smacked you again, your body jolting forward as he did. 

You moaned and whimpered. "One."  

He soothed the sting again by rubbing your quickly heating skin before smacking your ass again, and again and again harder as he went switching hands until you were shaking and barely able to get your words out. 

"What was that he asked," After what you hoped was the last one. 

"T-ten" You tried again.

"Good girl." He finally praised, and you keened under the praise. 

He let go of you, "head on the pillow." He said and you dropped down, letting your ass hang in the air as you curled your arms around the pillow, your breath barely caught before Choso was on you again, his cock gliding through your folds and his hands gripping your ass cheeks pulling at them so he could watch his cock glide through your slick nudging your clit with each pass. 

"So wet for me." He groaned, and you moaned in response. Your brain was fogged, words probably wouldn't come for a while, not any that could make much sense anyway. 

Your whines were needy as he lined his cock up with your entrance, the pressure causing you to writhe against him. 

"Stay still." His fingers dug into you to keep you still as he slowly pushed in, pumping his cock slowly to get deeper into you. When his hips were seated against your ass, he let out a deep groan, letting his head fall back as he let himself take in the feel of your cunt clutching at his cock. 

"So perfect," he mumbled. "So fucking mine." He pulled back slowly before pumping back into you. Your hands clenched at the pillow case pulling at it. 

You were starting to feel like you couldn't handle it, you felt like you were gonna burst and he'd only just started. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, only stuttered by nonsense words and his name. 

Choso snickered at you as he set a rhythm, his hips gradually gaining momentum, his hand gripped at your hair and pulled your body up to his. Your back flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat, as the other kept a grip on your hair. 

His hips met yours halfway as you thrust back into him. Your hands gripped his arm as your entire body was enveloped in a searing heat that pushed at your lungs as he tightened his grip on your throat. 

"You're doing fucking amazing, darling." Choso praised his lips brushing your ear. "My fucking slut. Taking my cock like you were made for me. Only me."  

He took your ear lobe into his mouth, sucking. Finally, he let up on your throat, letting you breathe easier. His hand left your hair, rounding your body and bringing two fingers to your mouth. 

"Suck." You instantly opened for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking, swirling your tongue around the two digits. He pulled his fingers from your mouth without warning before pushing you back into the bed roughly. His thrusts faltered for a second as he gripped at your ass again. His fingers circled your other hole dragging louder moans out of you as he did so.

He laughed at your reaction. "Yeah, baby I know you love this." He said and slowly sank a spit-soaked finger into you. The stretch stung but you couldn't come up with anything but whined moans. Your hips still pushing back against him. You were becoming desperate for release your body was prickling with desire and overwhelmed by Choso. 

He pumped his finger once, twice before leaving it still and picking pace with his hips. Your hips stilled at his actions his free hand holding you in place as he rutted against you. The tight knot in your stomach finally snapped spreading pins prickling all over you. Your ears rang, your eyes shut tight, your hands ripping at the sheets as you convulsed around his cock. 

He was moaning loudly, his hips still snapped into you as he chased his high. You could tell he was close from how frantic he was becoming, your orgasm was still seething through you when he came inside you. His cum coating your walls. 

He removed his hands from you, falling over you on the bed, his arms bracketing your head. 

"Fuck me." He muttered, his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder and then the side of your face, urging you to turn into him so he could kiss you on the lips. You obliged and he softly kissed your mouth drawing your tongue against his. 

"Say it." He muttered, his voice low. Your brain wasn't working, his cock was still inside you and you were still squirming against him despite how spent you felt. 

Choso groaned lowly and pushed his hips into you to keep you still. 

"Fuck, darling. Say it." He was almost whining. "Say you're mine." 

He bit at your jaw, nipping at your skin over and over again. Your head was still spinning, and maybe that's why you said it because, in a regular state of mine, you wouldn't have or at this point maybe you would have you couldn't say. 

"I'm yours." And you were. He kissed you again, his mouth hot against yours as he kissed you deeply, almost like he was sucking your being into him. Molding you both into one. 

Slowly he pulled out of you and went into his bathroom bringing back a wet town to clean you up. When he was done he slipped back into the bed next to you pulling you into him. 

"Aren't you racing in an hour?" You asked. Fucking you was a part of his pre-race ritual. Choso nodded, raking a hand through his hair 

"Yeah, but I have time for this." He said pulling you impossibly tight against his body. You sighed and snuggled in, because why not? It was a soft moment and those were rare, although not as rare as a couple of months ago but still you wouldn't call them frequent. 

Your name being hollered loudly startled you. Choso tightened his grip on you. Loud banging followed the yelling and you let out a deep breath. 

Sukuna. 

"This was a long time coming," Choso muttered reluctantly letting go of you. You panicked internally moving out of the bed quickly. Sukuna was unstable at best and psychotic at worst, you grabbed a shirt and pulled it over your head. Choso pulled on sweats and you rushed through his apartment to the door before he could get there. 

They did not need to get into a fistfight before a race. 

You hesitated at the door and glanced behind you to see Choso leaning against the wall across his front door. He nodded at you to open the door. Your brother was still banging on it like a mad man screaming your name probably scaring everyone in the building. 

"Sukuna-" 

He growled your name taking a step into the apartment, but you pushed him back into the hall. He glared down at you taking in your attire. His eyes flared, his anger on full display. 

"What the fuck are you wearing? Look at you, What the fuck. I have been looking for you for two hours." 

"Sukuna -" You tried again.

"No, Move away from the door and let me have at him.” He demanded shoving you out of the way. You gripped at his shirt and pushed him back again, he growled over your head at Choso who was at your back. They were both a head taller than you, Choso just an inch taller than your brother. 

"What the fuck are you doing with my baby sister you fucking freak?" Your brother growled. You opened your mouth to reply but Choso cut you off. His hand resting on your hip as he leaned over you towards your brother. 

"What do you think?"

Your head snapped up at Choso, the smug look on his face sending a shock of anger through you. 

Sukuna's breathing deepened before he turned an angry look at you, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist pulling you towards him, but Choso was still holding you, his arm now wrapped around your entire waist.

"You motherfucker. This is your revenge, right? For the fight with Yuji." Sukuna's grip on your wrist tightened as you struggled against them both. 

"Maybe," Choso replied. You fumed. Why was he acting like this, like you were just an object of play for the both of them? Your brother and Yuji got into a fight a week ago, your brother had broken the boy's nose. But you'd been with Choso far longer than that so his act was grating on you. 

"I'm going to rip you to shreds," Sukuna growled. Choso just laughed. 

"I'd like to see you try." 

"Step out from behind my sister you bitch." 

"Gladly," Choso said and moved you to the side. 

"Stop." You cried out as Sukuna swung at Choso. Choso ducked and grabbed the front of Sukuna's shirt ramming his fist into his nose all in the same breath. 

Your brother swore loudly as the bone cracked under Choso's knuckles. You cursed before stepping into the mess and pulling your brother away from Choso. 

"That was for Yuji you dumb bitch. Your sister and I have nothing to do with you." Choso grumbled and turned away from the both of you. His words warmed inside you, and you wanted to laugh at how fickle your emotions could be. A couple of words from this man and you went from seething to swooning. 

Sukuna lunged for Choso's back but you stepped in the way. 

"Okay okay," You said in a calm voice. "Lets get you a towel." 

"No fuck you." He grumbled and shoved you away from him. His hand cradled his broken nose. "You know I fucking hate him so what the fuck are you doing?" 

He was glaring down at you, his amber eyes shifting from your face to Choso's back. 

"Wel-" 

Choso cut you off, his body slanting back towards you and your brother. "Like I said Sukuna, she and I have nothing to do with you. Get that through your big-ass fucking ego. I hate you. But her-" 

He cut himself off, and you were thankful. Whatever he was gonna say was going to be the first time it was going to be said and hearing it in front of your brother was not the way you wanted to hear it. 

Sukuna grumbled and looked down at you still pissed. 

"Get fucking dressed. We're leaving." 

"No, I'm not going with you." You replied sternly. 

"Yes, you are. I'm not fucking asking." 

"You don't own me Sukuna." 

"Fuck,-" 

"Just go," Choso said, his eyes gliding over you, "I'll see you after the race." You blinked at him, his eyes shining at you, his lips curved into a smile. As if to say, you were his anyway, going with your brother right now didn't change that. It just pacified Sukuna's tantrum. 

~ hxt1b feb 9, 2024