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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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Can you write about giving Jack a foot massage for Valentine’s Day? Maybe finding the pressure points 😏

Warning: suggestive

"Baby, what're you doing?", you asked as you walked out of your closet, slipping a heel on your foot. Jack was still in bed and wasn't dressed yet, and you were supposed to leave in twenty minutes to go out to celebrate Valentine's Day. "We're gonna miss our reservation."

Jack let out a deep sigh as he tried to sit up with no success, barely able to move his body. The look of distress he gave you had you immediately concerned. "What's wrong?" You walked over to his side of the bed and sat on the edge, gently rubbing his chest.

"EJ has me working out six days a week, and I think I pulled something during our last session." He groaned as he tried to lift his arms up to reach out for you. What hurts?", you asked, letting out a small giggle at his state.

"Everthing." His voice was pitiful as he motioned over his legs and feet. Every muscle in his body hurt, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to walk for a week after all of the sprints his trainer had him do.

"Okay, well I'm gonna cancel our reservation." You pulled your phone out of your clutch, but Jack snatched it out of your hands before you could call the restaurant. "Don't you dare. Its Valentine's Day. I'll rally."

He let out a whimper as he finally was able to push himself to sitting position, and you helped him swing his legs over the bed and onto the floor. The sound he let out when he tried to stand up startled you, and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter so you didn't embarrass him.

"Jack, there's no way you're making it to the car, let out the restaurant tonight." Jack shook his head, holding onto your arm for support as he tried again, with the same result. He let out a huff as he plopped back down on the bed, realizing you were probably right. "Do you think they'll accommodate a stretcher in the restaurant?"

"No, baby," you chuckled, grazing your finger against his jawline, "Its okay. We'll do dinner another night, okay?" He nodded, pursing his lips for a kiss, which you immediately obliged, leaning over to plant a quick one on him. "Sorry", he said with a pout.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, babe. Just lay back down and I'll take care of you."

You changed out of your dress into some comfy clothes and grabbed your lotion out of the bathroom before returning to Jack. He was laying supine in bed with his eyes clothes, trying his best not to move.

His eyes shot open when he felt you try to take one of his socks off by the toe. His body jerked when you accidentally grazed the bottom of his feet with your nail, tickling him. "Stop! Why're you touching my feet?"

"You said they were hurting, so I was gonna give you a foot massage."

"Nope, no thank you." He gently tried to push you away, put you held onto his ankle. "Jack stop being silly, you massage my feet all the time."

"Yeah, but I'm usually trying to massage "other places" on your body as well", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning an eye roll from you. "Well, if you play your cards right tonight, you might get lucky tonight, mister." You winked at him as you pulled the sock off of his other foot. "Now stay still."

"Don't try anything funny." He narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you like to push his buttons, but you truly just wanted him to be able to relax. "I promise I won't." You bit your bottom lip to hide your smirk.

He closed his eyes again as you started to massage his feet, starting at the arch, applying even pressure with your thumbs as you worked your way up and down the bottom of his foot. "That feels amazing", he hummed, feeling his body start to release all of the built up tension. You may or may not have looked up a Youtube vide on how to hit pressure points before starting, and before you knew it, you could hear small snores start to escape from Jack's lips as he drifted off to sleep.

Noticing that his eyelids began to flutter, you tickled the bottom of his foot again, making him jerk subconsciously. "Hey! I was getting comfortable, baby", he whined, slowly opening his eyes.

"I'm sorry", you said with a soft smile, moving to hover over him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I couldn't resist. Go back to sleep, I'm gonna take a quick shower." He grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away, pulling you back over to him. "Nah ah, you said if I played my cards right, I'd get lucky."

"Jack, you can barely move", you pushed a few of his curls out of his face, using your nails to gently scratch his scalp, "you need to rest." He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout but let you go. "Can you at least leave the bathroom door open so I can have a clear view of you in the shower?"

"Seriously?", you cocked your head at him with a grin.

"My eyes work just fine", Jack remarked with a smile.

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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Time off the track (Lance Stroll)

Lance and Y/N enjoy having a long weekend off

Note: english is not my first language. I get all fluttery when I write these pieces! Had some trouble finding friends names (they're very private, and I respect that) so I just made up my own.

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"Sweetheart", Lance called from his spot on the sofa once he heard you arrive back home from work. "In a minute, just need to take these things off my feet", he heard you chuckle before the small creek from the cabinet where you stored your shoes.

"I'm here!", you walked inside, Lance's eyes doing his overall check-up. He didn't notice he was doing it until Henry pointed it out for him in the last race weekend you went to, but apparently the minute you showed up after being somewhere out of his sight, your husband's eyes checked you out from head to toe, looking for any signs of discomfort and then focusing on your babybump, usually bringing a smile to his lips.

"Sit here, I want a cuddle while I tell you my suggestion", he opened his arms, letting you wiggle around and into a comfortable position.

"Oh, what suggestion?", you wondered after you pecked his lips.

"The guys want to have spend the next weekend doing something fun together. It's a long weekend and it would nice spending time together", he explained, hand coming up to your bump and rubbing the skin under the cotton fabric of your shirt.

"That sounds good, actually. A weekend away that doesn't involve racing", you mumbled.

"There's actually a race, still. They want to go to Texas and watch", Lance offered, not wanting to keep you in the dark.

"What I meant was you wouldn't be racing, so we will be travelling all together and I have you to myself still", you wiggled your eyebrows, "and Texas is a really good idea, me and baby have been craving BBQ", you smirked.

"Other than seeing the race, we can just explore the area a bit, see what comes up and what people recommend we do", Lance added, "it will be good to take a few days off".

"Yes, enjoy the sun, good food, good company. Sounds good to me", you smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek and carrying on talking about each of your days.

The group consisted of you, Lance, Anna and her partner Michael, Mark and his wife Evie, Benjamin and Theo, arriving on time like scheduled to the airport, "how are we all feeling on this fine early morning?", Benjamin was the first to speak once you found yourselves by the gate.

"Could've done with a little bit more sleep, if I'm honest", Evie groaned into her husband's shoulder, "but otherwise very excited".

"Me too! Can't wait to feel some sun in my face", you smiled, taking off your jacket since you were feeling hot and giving everyone a show of your baby bump.

"Oh, it's so cute, Y/N! You look great!", Anna gasped, hands in front of her mouth as she got closer to you, "you're glowing!".

"And I also have these sexy things", you lifted your pants to show the compression socks the doctor recommended you wear whenever you boarded flights. You always travelled in comfy clothes, having learned over the years that any other way was simply not the way to go, so you had on a loungewear tracksuit, the flowy pants matching the equally roomy sweater.

"Doctor's orders?", she wondered and you nodded, "I already have issues as it is before getting pregnant, so it wasn't like I didn't expect it. You get used to them after a while", you said, checking to see if everyone was ready to walk to the plane once they checked your passports.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off?", the flight attendant wondered, taking orders from everyone, "could you please get us a bottle of water?", Lance asked, knowing you would forget about it.

"I was going to drink it", you teased, accepting the cup and drinking its content, "I remember what the doctor said", you smiled.

By the time you had been flying for a quarter of the expected time for the whole flight, you got up, walking along the small corridor while rubbing your bump.

"Is this a runway competition? Because we don't stand a chance when you look like that", Theo hyped you up, making you giggle as you exaggerated your walk for a few seconds before feeling your daughter kick.

"Doctor said to keep moving, since the socks can only do so much, and she's been kicking like crazy", you added, tapping the spot over your bellybutton where she seemed to kick harder.

"Hey! If she's kicking, I get privileges!", Lance called, making you stop in front of him as he places his palm where your hand was.

"Do you guys want to go get ready for the pool? I don't feel like doing much else today", Anna suggested, earning nods from everyone before you split into your rooms.

"Lance!", you called, seeing your husband come back from the balcony, "I think I need help taking these off, I can't bend properly", you blushed, not feeling strong enough to pull the socks away from your legs.

Chuckling, he bent down, kneeling on the floor so he could help you, massaging the skin and kissing your calves, "do they feel good?", he asked.

"Thank you", you groaned, wiggling your toes, "yes, it's a nice feeling, I might actually take these up after little one joins us, but they're a pain to get out", you offered, kissing his forehead and helping him get up, "let's go and enjoy the sunny day!", you cheered.

After getting ready, you met the rest of the group by the pool, the guys already in the water while the girls preferred to stay in the sun.

"Are you going us or joining them?", Michael wondered, "I'm going in the water, I've had enough of cold, gloomy days", you said, finding the steps so you could ease into the water. Taking off the cover up and throwing it to your chair, everyone's eyes travelled to your uncovered bump.

"Come here", Lance stretched his arms and beckoned you to approach him, chest and hair dripping wet since he had jumped in. Wrapping your arm around his waist, his right hand went to your bump immediately, "does he ever unlatch from your bump? Or is he always keeping his girls within arm reach distance?", Benjamin chuckled. It was all friendly banter and he was genuinely happy for his friends.

"A good mix of both", you confessed, "It's all new territory and we're going through all of this together. Besides, I've been feeling very clingy and wanting to start nesting, so I'm probably the one attached to him", you blushed.

"I want to float for a bit, your sister said that the best thing she did for her back pain when she was pregnant was relieve the pressure by being in the water", you held your husband's hand, getting ready to let yourself fall on your back.

"We're standing by here just in case you start sinking down like a nail", Mark noted with a giggle, making the boys do a circle around you and Lance as you kicked your legs up.

After a few moments of finding your balance, gravity and all things physics worked as your bump and chest rose up, poking out of the water while you floated, "Y/N! This is such a cute pick! Little one with all her uncles protecting you both!", Evie exclaimed, getting her phone and snapping a few pictures at the moment.

"Now move away, I want to snap a few of just Y/N, she looks glorious", she complimented as the boys swam away, "gorgeous, mama, absolutely gorgeous".

"It feels good", you moaned, "I feel so light weight, like, feather-light", you smiled when you saw Lance look back at you, "we can look into it when we go back home, anything to make you more comfortable, sweetheart", he said, kissing your lips before he held your ankles, moving your body as you giggled, not noticing Evie recording the video she claimed was "for when the little princess grows up and wants to know what love is". Her parents would be the best example and this one of the many moments to show it.

When you got back to the lounging chairs, carefully rubbing sun protection cream on before laying down, the boys started playing Padel in the court the house you rented had, shouts and groans heard while you and the girls got some colour on your skin.

"They're just little boys sometimes, aren't they?", Anna noted, seeing Lance and her boyfriend bicker about a foul.

"In some ways, I guess, but it's good they have eachother to spend time with, Goodness knows I won't play that", Evie sneered, "would you, Y/N?".

"What? Play Padel?", they nodded, "I've played with Lance before, with the other drivers and their partners. I'm not that great, but I'm not nearly as competitive as them, so I just play for the fun of it. Lance was kind enough to invite me out of it when he Charles were fighting for the first place in their Driver's Padel Championship", you chuckled.

"I love these dresses on you", Lance complimented, his hand grabbing yours and twirling you around, smiling when you faced him again and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, my love", you added, seeing Michael return with the passes for the race, "we're all set guys, c'mon!", he nudged, handing everyone their pass before you walked to the entrance, a couple of photographers taking pictures and a group of fans asking Lance for autographs.

"That's where we will be", you pointed to the hospitality, walking in and choosing somewhere to sit. While you, Evie and Anna enjoyed this racing series, you were planning to stay on sofas while the boys were standing against the balcony railing so they could watch the race.

Throughout the weekend, you couldn't help but notice how Lance had been having so much fun with the boys, making a mental note to do these things more often when you had the opportunity.

He said something and loudly laughed, bringing your attention to him before your daughter made herself known, "it's daddy, I know", you smiled, rubbing your bump.

"She always kicks when he laughs?", Evie cooed, "My goodness, if you two don't stop being so cute, I'm next", she let out a groan.

"Yes, or when he speaks to the bump very closely. The books say she's able to recognise his voice, and it's very cute", you smiled, "although the bigger she gets, she'll soon start kicking my bladder".

"Wooo-ooh!", Lance said as you assumed the race was going well, looking back to check on you and blowing you a kiss.

The vineyard was truly stunning and, despite not taking part in the wine tasting for obvious reasons, you were having a great time.

"Are you also having lunch here? Our chef has done an excellent tasting menu", the young woman offered.

"We already have BBQ booked", Lance stated, "since my wife can't drink right now, we're giving her one of her pregnancy cravings. Maybe next time we visit", he nodded.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were guided to the table, placing your things down and looking at the menu.

"Can you order for me, please? I really have to go to the bathroom", you wondered as Evie said she was going with you.

When the waiter came back, to the table, he started taking everyone's order, tapping on the iPad as they went along the table, "Can you just make sure the meat is cooked through, please? My wife is pregnant", Lance told the waiter, "absolutely, sir", before he left.

"You really get a kick out of it everytime you say she's pregnant, don't you?", his friend teased, "don't get me wrong, I think it's cute actually", Mark smiled.

"Of course I do, the woman I love is having our baby", Lance cooed, seeing you walk to the table back from the bathroom.

"And she looks incredibly gorgeous while she does it!", Anna said, "she's glowing, really. You guys are going to be such great parents, can't wait to meet the little princess".

"Neither can we, but soon enough", you smiled, accepting Lance's hand and holding it in yours, "soon enough".

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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.

“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”

“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.

Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.

“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”

“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.

Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..

“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.

“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”

☁️

“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.

There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.

You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.

“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.

Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”

You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”

“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.

“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”

“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.

“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”

“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.

In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.

“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.

And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?

Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.

“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”

☁️

“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.

Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.

Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.

Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”

“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.

“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.

“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.

“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”

You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?

“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.

“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.

You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.

But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.

Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!

To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.

You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.

So you fled.

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emeritusemeritus · 3 months

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Hi! First of all I love your work ❤️ and I hope you have an awesome spring 🌱 ☀️

My request is both twins being competitive to gain the reader's affection (smut and fluff and a bit angst).

Thank you so much for opening requests.

Thank you so much!! I cannot believe we are spring already, this year is flying by! This has been an absolute pleasure to write, I hope you enjoy🖤

Warnings: smut, mentions of piv, oral fm receiving, fingering, fluff, angst. I’m sorry about the ending.

Words: 1.8k

Fred and George went together like rhubarb and custard; always complementary and very rarely ever seen without their counterpart. They’d grown up together, literally from the second their cells had split in the womb and formed two identical replicas of one another. They’d shared a bedroom, a blossoming business, most classes and the title of beater on the quidditch team, but they had never shared girls.

That was, until you came along.

Fred talked about you first, telling both George and Lee about this gorgeous, funny girl he’d apparently fallen for, something completely out of character for Fred Weasley. Unbeknownst to Fred, George had actually spotted you a few weeks earlier and had been harbouring a crush since that moment.

The twins were naturally competitive but up until this point it had very rarely been with each other, usually as a team and not pitted against one another. This was completely new territory. To make matters worse, you weren’t sure who you liked more. You’d admitted that you’d liked them both, and had made it very clear that you could tell them apart and it wasn’t because you saw them as the same person, but still you absolutely could not choose.

Though they were still on talking terms, the tension between them was palpable. Fred seemed to enjoy stealing you away from his sibling, putting on a display whereas George was quieter about it, ignoring his brother’s show.

“Evening love,” Fred grinned as you approached the twins on the sofa in the common room, tired from the long day and feeling very sleepy. George greeted you with a sweet smile and began to budge up to make room between the two brothers but Fred pulled you unceremoniously into his lap, locking his arms around you. You knew it was a power play in front of his brother but you were too tired to care, choosing instead to curl up into his lap, enjoying the warmth Fred seemed to naturally radiate. Your hand found George’s, not wanting him to feel left out and you entwined your fingers with a smile, feeling your eyes shutting.

When you wake, there’s no sound except the fire slowly crackling and the sound of someone breathing. You turn slightly and see that you’d fallen asleep on Fred, cuddled into his side with his arm around you. Someone must have strewn a blanket over the both of you as Fred had clearly also fallen asleep, but your movement seemed to rouse him, his leg twitching underneath you and some sort of groan slipping from his lips. When you looked up to his face you couldn’t help but laugh, seeing that a piece of parchment had been taped to his forehead. He frowns as you delicately peel it off, his eyes opening slowly, a smile forming on his lips as he looks at you so closely to him before he grows again, seeing the parchment.

‘Gone to bed sleepyheads, G’

You smile, showing Fred the note as he brings his hand up to run at his forehead where the tape had been.

“Just you and me then princess,” he smirks, pulling you back down onto him, quickly looking around to see that you were both alone in the common room.

You make a sort of pleased hum as you rest you head back onto his shoulder, bathing in the warm he radiated. When he shifts, trying to get comfy again there’s something noticeable underneath you, poking you right in the thigh.

“Fred,” you say, adjusting your head to look up at him from under your lashes, slightly shocked. He looks largely unfazed, smirking down at you with his eyes still shut.

“Beautiful girl in my lap wiggling about, what did you think would happen sweetheart?” You nudge him gently and hear his little breathy laugh, making you bounce slightly as you learn against his chest.

You nudge him playfully, making him inadvertently move against you and you suddenly hear the most beautiful breathy moan from him as your arse moves across his erection. It’s like a fire has been lit under your skin, the noise propelling you into arousal even though you’re tired and your eyes want to close, your body is most definitely focused on Fred.

You lean up to kiss him, surprising him slightly before he leans forward and accepts the kiss, his lips moving against yours. He takes control quickly, sensing the urgency and arousal in the kiss and scoops you up with his hands, adjusting you on the sofa until you’re underneath him. He’s beautiful in the light of the fire, his red hair looking like it’s own flames, face illuminated to showcase his best features. His hands paw at you whilst yours wrap into his hair and underneath the collar of his T-shirt, the mood and playfulness of the conversation disappearing quickly.

“Let me touch you baby, please,” he says against your lips, fingers dancing across your hip until he cups the globe of your bum, squeezing gently.

“Please Freddie,” you say, not wanting to break the kiss, your hips moving on their own accord. He smirks and begins to slip his hand into your trousers, toying with the thin strip of underwear at the side before his fingers trace further down.

You bite your lip to stop moaning out when his fingers finally make contact with your pussy, his deep groan muffled against your lips.

His fingers are perfect, long and thin but with the dexterity that could outshine seasoned wandmakers. When his fingers slip inside you, first one and then another you feel like you’re in heaven. He kisses you gently, allowing you pauses when he feels you pull away to quietly moan, knowing he was hitting every single one of your spots. It’s so dirty, to be out in the open like this, Fred on top of you with his hand so clearly down your trousers. You’re cumming in no time at all, his name falling from your lips as you hold him close.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says, pulling away from you slightly as you come down from your high, a smile on both of your faces.

Once you recovered, your hands slipped down across his chest towards the obvious tent in his trousers but he stopped you, making you frown.

“Rules princess,” he says, fighting his own intrusive thoughts.

There was only one rule that existed between the twins and their little competition with you; you could be pleasured in any way you wanted but nothing could happen with either of them until you’d chosen.

“Self-preservation,” George had put it.

“Torture,” Fred had retorted. But he’d relented, agreeing that if you were going to pick one, he didn’t want to know that you’d slept with his brother too. You agreed, understanding, but right now you weren’t so certain.

“But,” you argued, feeling guilty that he was still hard and without any resolution. You can see his mind whirling, weighing up his options as he looks at your flushed face and pleading eyes, his lip pulled between his teeth in worry. He sighs, shaking his head slightly.

“Rules is rules sweetheart- and that’s coming from me.”

You kissed him goodnight, still feeling guilty as he tries to hide the obvious erection from you and trotted off to bed to think. You’d come very, very close to breaking the pact, did that mean you wanted Fred? Or where you just horny and carried away?

The next morning at breakfast, George was the one to pull you down beside him, his hand already linking with yours under the table.

“Meet me at the prefect bathroom later?” He says quietly, whispering into your ear and making goosebumps rise up on your skin at the proximity of his lips. You don’t look at him directly but instead bite your lip and give a little nod, eyes glazed over with a mixture of mischief and arousal. It seemed your little moment with Fred last night had awakened something in you that wasn’t completely fulfilled.

Arriving at the bathroom, you paused to take in just how gorgeous George looked in his T-shirt and cord trousers as he turns and notices you stood there, a sweet smile pulling at his face. You were already aroused, the feeling never leaving you all day, remembering his lips so close to your ear at breakfast.

The kiss is passionate and needy, which he recognises instantly and matches your energy. His hands are everywhere, on your neck, your breasts and on your hip to hold you close to him. It’s greedy and you can’t help but rub yourself against him, trying to get any friction you can to give you the relief you need.

“I’ve got you Angel,” he says, “you want this?”

When he drops to his knees in front of you, you feel like you’re done for. You nod feverishly, feeling a little gush of excitement and arousal as he begins to pull at your jeans, slipping them down your leg and off, along with your panties before he reaches out to hook your leg over his shoulder.

He starts to kiss around your lips, your inner thighs and you let out a whine so loud that you’re worried someone will have heard. His tongue pokes out and slowly draws a line right from your little aching hole to your throbbing clit, patting your folds with the tip of his tongue as you gasp and moan, clutching his hair tightly between your fingers.

He teases for a little while before he suddenly begins feasting on your cunt, licking up your arousal and sucking on your sensitive flesh. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit, sucking and slurping at the little bud until you’re crying out his name, hips moving as you climax riding his face.

“George,” you say, the only thing you’re able to say. “Want you, please.”

You’re so desperate to be filled, so painfully aroused that you almost lose it. You know the consequences, as does George but you don’t care at all, too concerned with your need.

George barely even hesitates, slipping open his brown woven belt and pulling down his cords and boxers until his cock, long, hard and perfect is released. You’re seconds away from joining until you jump apart, scrambling for your clothes having been spooked by a noise of the door opening.

The colour drains from your face when you see the intruder starting between you and George, both naked from the waist down though trying to cover yourselves the best you can.

Fred.

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relocatedheads · 1 year

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just thinking of Eddie n Steve putting reader in a chair and making her watch them fuck each other--

QUEUE THE BLURB!

maybe this is an idea that you guys have spoken about -> you watching Eddie and Steve, not being able to touch, but them having all the control still.

you come home from work one day, your in a bit of an airy mood - giggly laughs, swishing your hair around, staring off into space, there's a bounce to your step

the perfect mood for blushing and listening.

maybe Eddie comes over to get something out the cupboards, youre stood in the kitchen of the trailer making a hot drink.

Eddie leans into you, reaching for a cupboard above your head, pushing you into the counter ever so slightly.

already, you can feel the butterflies and the giggles creeping.

he moves his hand over your hip, to the bottom of your tummy, applying pressure, "Sorry dont wanna fall" he mumbles unable to find what he's looking for.

soon hes pushing himself into you also, wiggling his hips in small circles. stating something about not being able to find whatever hes looking for

at this point the hot drink is forgotten, youre holding the counter trying to keep your breaths level because obviously Eddie isn't trying to start anything and its your happy light mood getting crossed with horniness.

even though Eddie is horny 24/7 and could fuck like a rabbit given the go.

he moves his finger down under the waste band of your bottoms, the tips of them just brushing against your pubic hair line.

he sighs, you tip your head back, looking up to the cupboard, asking him what he is trying to find.

Eddie drops his head next to yours, mouth in your ear practically "You know, I keep thinking about our conversation the other day. Tying you in a chair, making you cum without touching you, making you cry over a viberator."

the most you could do was tense your tummy and hold a breath

Eddie's pulling you into him, giving a consent check and walking you off into his bedroom, calling Steve to come along

they get you in his desk chair

nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt on

Steves tying your ankles to the feet and Eddies typing your wrists behind your back

your heartbeat's through the roof in excitement

another content / comfort check done when they're finished: all greens

Ed gets the box out from his cupboard - small cardboard thing, full of private fun

a little familiar viberator

he rests it between your legs - not turning it on but the tension / action is enough for now

he turns to Steve, game time.

the two start kissing, its messy, its hungry, they've got a job to do but the side task of fucking each other is just as fun

the two usually decide who tops from this part of their evening alone

tonight it was Ed

Steves hands are in his hair, eddies are on Steves ass

they're just so lost in each other, grabbing whatever they can, humming, salivating on each other, bumping noses.

youre lost looking at them, squeezing your thighs but getting no movement or release

the stupid plastic between your legs was almost laughing at you already

horniness: 14 again, learning what sex was for the first time

Eddies pushing Steve onto the bed, dragging t-shirts off, moaning lightly when their body touch

Eddie breaks it off to kick their jeans off, he throws them across the room, and turns on your viberator

the lowest setting

there's a gasp from you

a kiss to your head and was cautious look "Be good, Bunny."

you were sure this wasn't gonna go well. you knew you were given full right to cum whenever, but you felt you weren't allowed

Eddie gave Steve a blow job first

his oral fixation and need for dramatics on show

kitten licks, gagging, closed eyes, comfy moans, tongue licking base to tip, lips smiling, dribble

Steve on the hand- a menace!

has eddies hair in pony tail, pulling and pushing. eyes locked on yours, smiling, rolling his eyes, panting... all at you

your head is rolling, your grinding softly, gasping and panting to yourself

"Look at us, Angel." Steve warns "Look at how good eddies working." "Ed shes such a mess, she loves you sucking my dick"

"what dirty little thing. Cum in mouth, sweetheart" - Eds

Steve pushed Ed so far onto him, the boys nose was lost in the patch of hairs that frame Steves dick.

Shoulders heaving, hands tightening on thighs, knuckles going white on hair, bottom lips disappearing, hips jumping.

"Please-please- wanna cum- please" your hips are rolling, arms straining the ropes

"You don't have to ask, go on then." Steves smiling at you. this is much hotter than he thought it'd be.

"I wanna hear you, Bunny." Eds giving himself time to breath before he's back down on Steve, making him cum in time with you.

Steves notorious for being loud - big house, no parents, only child. You - always too quiet, its by instinct, full house, younger siblings.

Steves moaning and grunting, pulling Eddies hair, "shit man, don't stop- come on- right there- fuck- shit"

"Okay-" your polite, "I'm so close- please- ah- coming- I'm coming-" your mumbling, already sounding like you could cry

Eddie gets up. hes a dog, so hes kissing Steve cum into your mouth to swallow. hands wondering tom turn the viberator up a level. 2 outta 3

you whine at the intensity, tummy going in, eyes squeezing shut, legs trying to close

they laugh, another comfy check in and round 2 is a go

oddly you can already feel the second orgasm building

youre already rolling your head back, mewling and whining to yourself

Steve and Eddie stop kissing at the sounds of you, "You're so desperate, we haven't done anything yet" - Eddie

"sorry" :( "feelings too much- good-" :( youre already huffy and mumbly

"Eds? wanna watch her cum?" - Steve

"with no help? dont think shes gone enough for that yet?" - Eds

"really? look at her. shes not even in the room anymore." - Steve

god they're <3 assholes <3

they sit at the foot of the bed, legs spread just watching you, idling stroking themselves.. or each other at times, just saying things to you

youre looking at them but you barely see them, your ears feel clogged, legs are aching from straining, your hearts racing

youre just whimpering, whining, mewling, begging "please- oh- plea- feels so good- I love it- love yous- love-"

"nobody's even touched you yet, Bunny. youre making such a pretty mess for us" - Eddie

"yeah- for- yous- you- yeh- please-"

they're pulling fake sad faces at you, "wanna cum?" your nodding ridiculously, "well were waiting for you" - Eddie

"or do you need us to do something? we can't even just relax and watch our darling? c'mon thought you were good" - Steve

the whine- Jesus. the boys nearly lost it. you'd whined like someone had taken candy off a baby.

"no-no-no- im good- so good- good for you- only you- good- please- can I- I wanna- close- please- I love yous- love- please- cum- close- im so good- ill be so good- always"

"I think shes gonna cry. look at us, Darling." - Steve "Oh look at them pretty watery eyes."

"c'mon Bunny, im getting impatient here." - Eddie

and with more random babbling, youre cumming again, more intense, shorter, but it takes more outta you, your heads tucked into your chest, backs arching, knees trying to meet, hands in fists. its a quiet orgasm - but the boys know they're the best ones

the rattling on your clit is almost a stabbing pain right now - the underwear guarding you from it was pointless

the feelings got you almost squealing along with the constant string of whines and mewls

"well done darling"

"your so good for us, bunny"

your clits almost numb feeling now.

the boys jump up giving you a kiss and another consent check, asking and then turning the viberator up to full -> 3 outa 3

you yelp, they laugh - typical

Steve give you a quick kiss on the head before Eddie pushes him to the bed

"C'mon big boy, wanna fuck you now" - eddie

Steves pushed ass up, on all 4s

the sight of Eddie just rubbing his fingers on Steves hole, steves eyes rolling and the small sighs -> your convinced you've wet the chair youre sat on

"Jesus- you're always so tight" eddies got a finger in, "shit- Bunny Steve might be tighter than you"

you mewled

"more eds" - steve

"oh- let me do this at my own pace-" ed shoved Steves shoulders down

there was a collective whine

after minutes of fingering Steve, Eddie spitting on his hole, handful of dirty sentences and you're on the brink of cumming again

youre whining, squealing almost, gasping

"keep em coming Bunny, I aint even fucked him yet." - ed

"ow I cant- its too much- I cant- cant- ed- please-"

a content check and its all a show -> you keep going

Eddie's got a condom on, he's holding Steve up, Steves gone: eyes closed, mouth hanging, cock dripping

Eddie does his usual: small shallow thrusts, a few slow deep ones, and the pace gets set

this has Steve howling almost - its been a while in his defence

"shit eds- i forgot how good you were" - Steve

"god youre both such sluts" - eds

the sight of it all, the sounds, the words: you literally couldn't see anymore. you were so into subspace

"look at her-" eddies forcing steve by his hair, "aint she so pretty? that cunt is soaking"

"shit Darling, how many times you cum? - steve

"3- I think" youre all out of breath, they just laugh at you

"greedy girl, well done" - steve

"think you can make it 4??" your nodding "Good but Bunny, wanna hear you."

"Y-yes- ow-" The intensity is killing you

Eddie begins to fuck into Steve: a hard deep pace

"Shit- fuck eds" They aren't moans but rather gasped laughs from Steve - not expecting Eddie to start so rough

"oh you can take it, ya big baby. fucked you harder than this before. Bunny seems to be liking it, so take it." - Eddie

"God you're an ass, you're lucky I wanna see her make a mess as much as you." - Steve

Youre just whining and whimpering, thrusting your hips, you can feel your slick pooling

the sounds of Eddie and Steve fucking and moan is driving you insane

uhohhh youre cumming again

"knew you could do it, well done Bunny, but Stevie still aint cum" - eddie

nnnnnooooww you're feeling it

youre sweaty, youre foggy, your brain could be mush an it'd be justified

you are practically sobbing now

"please- I- ahh- cant- I cant- please- Steve- ow- hmmm" - you

"you heard the woman, wanna give her a show?" - eddie

"God youre so dramatic-" - steve

regardless of their playful water, the two had their goals alined

Eddie fucked into Steve pointedly, and Steve rolled back into Eddie with just as much want and hunger

"you soaking, darling?" - steve

"yeah-" all of you could barely make out your voice

"Ah Eddie- do that again- felt so good-" Steve was joining you in that wobbly tone

"shit- you two sound so hot. got one more in you Bunny?" - eddie

the viberator on your clit was hurting now, but a numb sort of hurt

the small thrusts you were making were torture

"one Eddie- no more-" - you

"no more darling, want you to cum with me." - Steve

Eddie fucked into Steve rougher

Steve clenched around Eddie -> may have earned himself a slap for that

which only got you off more

"god- im close' - steve

"you do that again, im gonna cum in you-" - eddie

at the sound of that, you whined from the bottom of you tummy, head rolled back, eyes pinched shut, lip between your teeth, wrists pulling again the ropes

"shit- you sound amazing Bunny, such a slut for this aren't you?" Eddie grunted

you nodded, humming a yes, still looking up

"cum with us, Darling" - steve

all three of you, cumming in secession of each other

you -> Steve -> Eddie

god you could nearly breath - your body trued to fold in half, your lungs grew thick, the ropes burned, your eyes ent so hazy. so totally lost in your supspace.

the giggles of the boys were so faint, they felt like an angelic choir.

the vibrating on your clit stopped

you open your eyes, its Steve in-between you legs

you can feel something behind you -> Eddie undoing all the ropes

youre just sitting with a 50 yard stare, unable to float back in, lungs heaving

steves rubbing your knees, "such a good girl, aren't you?"

he kisses your cheek, but you dont feel it all too much

eddie's gone to get a cloth

Steve stands in front of your line of vision but you cant focus on him

"so so good. worked you a little too hard, didnt we?"

your eyes dart to him after a while, but he still knows you aint totally there

eddies back, cleaning in-between your legs

the feeling from being sensitive pins them together

eddies laughing, shh'ing you, slowly opening them again

Steves stood behind you, rubbing your shoulder whispering sweet nothings to you

oh so much praise is in the room

a kiss to you knee and eddies moving your hands to loop around his neck, he's pulling you up with him

you've got jelly legs

all your weight is on the boy

<33 they change your underwear for you <33

Eddie kisses your check, "I think its bedtime, huh?"

there's a slight nod from you, and your head nuzzled into his neck.

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rachelsfav-queer · 7 months

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Hmmmm yeah,,,, just thinking about domestic days at home for VampRavenWolf 🥰🥰🥰

Usually starts off with the trio all waking up in bed together, Enid & Yoko waking first and taking a few minutes to watch the seer sleeping soundly between them. Eventually, they do wake her up gently, both of them practically melting at how adorable Wednesday is when she first wakes up, always just a tiny bit crabby for a few seconds before she sees her girlfriends, then the widest smile spreads across her face as her body wiggles around on its own in pure happiness. They spend a little longer in bed before their bellies start calling, forcing them to get up.

Enid’s the first up, always the morning person of the relationship, and so she’s the one to start making breakfast. Yoko and Wednesday are a little bit behind, only cause Wednesday insists on being carried and Yoko is definitely NOT a morning person. But, they manage to reach the table and wait patiently for breakfast to be served. Wednesday, as always, is sat between the vampire and the werewolf as they all eat, Raven sitting comfortably in her lap. Yoko and Enid chat idly while they eat as Wednesday basks in the glorious feeling of her girlfriends’ company, their voices wrapping around her like her weighted blanket.

After breakfast, the trio goes back to their room to get ready for their day at home, brushing their hair and teeth, and dressing themselves in comfy clothing. Enid in a simple tank top and basketball shorts, Yoko also in a tank top but instead wearing sweatpants with it, and Wednesday is padded up in a pull-up and wearing one of Enid’s oversized shirts, even larger on her.

Then, they make their way back to the living room to watch some TV. They watch a bit of everything, none really caring all that much as long as they’re together. Wednesday in particular is just breathing in the comforting scents of her girlfriends, just enjoying living in the moment with them.

Maybe at some point, Auntie Bianca will stop by to hang out for a while. She’d play around with Wednesday for a bit, Yoko and Enid watching on happily until Wednesday pulls them into the fun. Eventually, Wednesday is worn out by all the fun and Bianca has to leave.

When the trio is alone again, they settle back onto the couch, this time cuddling much closer, and decide to watch a movie or two after dinner. Wednesday is laid across her girlfriends, her butt on Enid’s lap while her legs are atop Yoko’s and her head snuggled softly on Enid’s shoulder. Raven is, of course, held tightly in the seer’s arms.

Finally, the little raven begins falling asleep and so they decide to move back into bed. Yoko and Enid lay Wednesday down first in the middle of the bed and then they lay on either side of her, wrapping their arms around her and Raven. It’s soft and warm and peaceful and perfect. Wednesday loves it so much and just before she slips off into sleep she mumbles gently,

“Good night Mommy. Good night Daddy. I love you both so much.”

“Good night little raven. We love you so much too.”

“We will always love you baby bird. Good night.”

#my writing #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #bianca barclay #agere wednesday #age regression

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tyunniebear · 1 year

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hiii💖🍼 I would like to make a request for cg Yeonjun & little reader please! I would really love the reader to be a very girly type that loves to get all dolled up that loves everything that has to do with princesses👑

ℬ𝒯𝒲 ℒℴ𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓊𝓊🫶🏻🧁

hello my little angel ! <3 i was so happy to write this request for you since i love you sooo much, i really hope you like it !

Colouring Book - cg!yeonjun x little!reader

summary - yeonjun’s little princess gets restless whilst watching a movie, so he carries them over to the playmat for craft time ! [fem presenting reader]

wc - 1.3k

genre - fluff

It’s a quiet evening and, as usual, you are in littlespace. For approximately fifty-three minutes you have been resting in your caregiver’s lap, and whilst you would love to wait out the last thirty minutes of your favourite movie, you were feeling restless. Usually when you were little you were quiet and cuddly, but you also loved playing. For the sake of your daddy - who is seemingly very relaxed and was enjoying holding you like a little doll - you’re willing to sit still for the rest of the movie. But, what you forget is, he can read you like a book.

“Baby,” he coos. He wraps his hands around your smaller ones, the sleeves of his black hoodie engulfing them until they entirely disappear into his hold. “is someone getting a little restless?”

You nod, a shy smile pulling at your lips. He giggles, eyes creasing up with fondness.

“That’s okay bun. Wanna do something else?”

You nod again. He flares his nostrils and taps his chin, pulling an overdramatic ‘thinking face’ ; one of Yeonjun’s habits, not only as a caregiver, is to constantly pull the funniest faces imaginable to make you laugh. And laugh you do, eyes sparkling, entertained as always by your silly daddy.

“How about crafts?”

You squeal in response, feverishly nodding your head.

“Let’s go, then princess!”

You blush at the nickname, suddenly remembering that you’re wearing your favourite tiara and your snow white princess dress. Yeonjun scoops you up in his arms and starts walking towards the other end of your spacious living room. Snuggling into his chest and wiggling your feet in the air, you feel so loved and as little as ever as he carries you over to your favourite place in the whole house - your playmat!

Soon after you and Yeonjun moved in together, you worked together to create the perfect playing space in the corner of your living room. The playmat is quite big and is made out of a squishy foam material, with multicoloured jigsaw pieces printed on it for the pattern and a fluffy heart shaped rug in the middle. There are several cushions in yours and Yeonjun’s favourite colours scattered around so that you can always sit comfortably whilst playing. You have a toybox, dress up box, sleeping bag for nap time and even a small, plastic coffee table that you use as your craft table!

Yeonjun gently sets you down on a pink cushion in front of the craft table. He notices that your eyes are glued to your colouring books, so he picks up the one on top of the stack and holds it up.

“What’s this, hm?” When you start giggling in happiness, he can’t help but to start giggling too. “Wanna colour, yeah?”

“Colour! Wanna colour!” you beam, flapping your arms in excitement. Without hesitation, Yeonjun takes a seat next to you, dragging over your case of colouring pencils before getting comfy. He opens the book at a random page, not being shocked when you start to squeal with excitement at the sight of your favourite pony.

“Rarity! It’s Rarity!!”

Whilst exclaiming, you point at the colourless image on the page, hopping up and down in your seat.

“Wanna do your Rarity page?” he asks, and you nod, eyes wide with anticipation, so he sets the book down in front of you. As you colour, he watches you closely, feeling his heart swell. He’s happy to stay like this all day, monitoring how your little hands go to work at your colouring book, passing you a pencil or your juices you wish. Littlespace is not only healing for you, being your caregiver is just as healing for him too. It’s like you enter your own little world and pull him through with you, and he’s honoured to be the one you trust to do this with.

“Dada?” you say, eyes glued to your book.

“Yes, princess?”

“Are my stickers still on the kitchen table?”

Yeonjun thinks for a moment, then remembers how you were scrapbooking this morning.

“Yes, dear. Would you like daddy to go get them for you?”

You shake your head.

“I can go myse-” you start to get up but Yeonjun quickly halts you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into your chest, laughing when you let out a little squeak.

“I don’t think so, bun.”

“Why? I wanna go…” you mumble, face pressed into Yeonjun’s chest.

“Nuh uh. You’re too little, my love… what if you get hurt?”

His voice is hushed, soft but serious, and his fingers are stroking at the hair framing your face. Even though you don’t understand how you could possibly get hurt by walking into the next room and grabbing your stickers from the table, you don’t want to argue with your daddy. He knows best, after all, and the way he called you gave you butterflies. He knows just how to win you over.

“Okay…” you say. You press a kiss to his hand, almost as a form of apology. When you look up at him, he’s pulling a kissy face, so you follow his sign and give him a peck on his lips. Grinning, he ruffles your hair.

“That’s my good girl. Dada won’t be long okay?”

You nod and climb off his lap, before picking up your purple marker and finishing off filling in Rarity’s tail on your colouring page.

About twenty five minutes later, you've coloured in more than three pages and are wondering what you can do next.

Suddenly, as if on cue, you get an idea. You take two of your sticker packs into your hands - one with shiny hearts and smileys and letters, and ones with little pearls and gems. Without a second thought, you peel off a heart sticker and place it on Yeonjun’s cheek. He looks alarmed at first, but his face quickly softens as he realises what you’re doing.

“Oooh, is my baby dressing me up?” he says, voice laced with excitement. After nodding in response, you crawl over to your dress up box and fish out a tiara, one with pretty flowers twisting round the band and a big shimmering love heart crystal in the middle. Yeonjun gasps as you hold it out to him.

“Wow, are you making daddy into a princess?!” He sounds even more excited than before, a big grin on his face. When you nod again, he cheers and takes the tiara from you. Once it’s on he poses, poking his cheeks and pouting, which of course makes you laugh and squeal with glee.

For the next hour or so the two of you play together, decorating the toy box, dress up box, craft table and even yourselves with stickers - your favourite creation being when you spelled out ‘princess + dada’ with stickers in the corner of your table and surrounded it with pretty pink hearts!

As the evening turns into night, your giggles slow into little yawns, and your playfulness turns into sleepiness.

“Getting tired, princess?” your caregiver asks you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Mmm,” you whine, and Yeonjun takes that as a yes.

“Let’s get you to bed then, little one.”

And with that, soon enough, both of you are tucked into bed. You’re all snuggled up with your plushies and your daddy, making your way into dreamland.

I hope you enjoyed !

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lu-vin-it · 2 years

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𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗠𝗲

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗫 𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝘇𝗲!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝟮𝟲𝟴

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗱: 𝗔𝗹𝗹, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 “𝗛𝗲/𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝗦𝗵𝗲“

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁!

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗺𝗸!

It was on your seventeenth birthday that you realized you were fucked. You and your friends, Tiana, and her soulmate, Ezra, sat on your bed anxiously awaiting the clock to strike 5:36 P.M., the time you were born.

You see, once you have been alive for seventeen years, you receive a name on your wrist, that name belongs to your soulmate. The person who owned half of your soul and vice versa.

“You both need to calm yourselves, you’re starting to scare me.” You snapped, moving around to make yourself comfy.

“I’m sorry! But I’m excited!” Ezra said, throwing his hands up defeatedly.

“Yeah, and you already know I am too, we’ve been talking about getting our soulmates for years, N/N. Now you just need to get yours so we can go on double dates.” She wiggles her eyebrows and you all laugh.

“I know, I know, you lot are just psyching me out!” You say with a roll of your eyes and a laugh. It was then that you felt the tingle on your wrist. You quickly pulled back your sleeve and saw the dreaded name printed perfectly in cursive. Your face dropped.

“What? Who is it?” Tiana grabs your hand and looks at your wrist, her eyes widened and she then shows Ezra who reacts the same but with his mouth agape. “Holy shit! Your soulmate is Sirius Black!”

“Fuck.” You mumble. How was he meant to love you? You consciously wrap your arms around your stomach and look at your lap.

“Woah what? Why ‘Fuck’?” Ezra asks.

“Because how.. how the hell would he ever like.. me..” It was a rhetorical question. You could feel tears bubbling in your eyes. “Don’t tell anyone please. He won’t know who I am and I think it’s better that way.”

“Y/N..” Tiana starts. “Babe, please don’t start with that nonsense. Sirius will love you no matter what. He kinda has to.. you know, what with all him owning half of your soul or whatever.” You know that she wasn’t trying to make you feel worse, but it did. He would be trapped with you for the rest of his life. How could you subject him to that?

“I think I’d like to be alone. Please don’t tell anyone.” Tiana opens her mouth to protest but Ezra stops her and they both leave the room silently.

The next morning you trudged to the Great Hall groggily. Ezra and Tiana were already sitting at the Ravenclaw table talking as they usually did.

“Good morning.”

“Bonjour!” Ezra exclaimed.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?” You shrugged and started putting things on your plate. “Still upset about.. you know?”

“I guess. Can we talk about this later though? I’m starved.” Tiana, not known by you, rolls her eyes.

“Yeah fine.” She then goes on to ask about the charm's homework.

You went weeks without revealing yourself to Sirius. You didn’t answer any questions in class, and somehow no one said your name in front of him. But all good things come to an end.

Your end was in charms class, you were sitting at your desk writing notes. Professor Flitwick was droning on about something.

“Y/N? Do you know the answer?” Your neck snaps up.

“Oh, sorry, what was the question?” He sighs.

“You need to pay more attention, L/N.” The color drains from your face as he says your last name. “Is water conjured from aguamenti safe to drink?”

“Yes sir, it is.” You answer, trying to not sound too nervous.

“Excellent. Five points to Ravenclaw!” You smile and then start taking notes again, trying not to focus on the fact that Sirius Black probably knew exactly who you were now.

After the class was dismissed you were the first to leave the classroom. You hurried yourself to the Ravenclaw common room and sat on the couch by Ezra.

“He knows who I am.” Ezra’s eyes widen and he looks at you.

“What?”

“Flitwick said my damn name in class. Where’s Ti?”

“She’s getting out of her robes for dinner; you ought to do the same. I’ll tell her for you.” You nod and get up, making your way to your dormitory. You changed into a sweatshirt and some jeans then walked back downstairs where you were greeted with a hug from Tiana.

“I’m sorry babe. I know you didn’t want him to find out like that.”

“I didn’t want him to find out at all.” You shrugged. “Let’s just go and hurry to the great hall. Maybe if I’m lucky he won’t notice me.” Your friends nodded and off you went. The great hall was full as usual. You stood opposite to the Gryffindor table hoping that Sirius wouldn’t see you. Maybe you’d get lucky. Of course, you were not lucky, and Sirius saw you the second you walked into the Great Hall.

“Y/N L/N!” He yelled out, making the hall go silent as they looked at Sirius. He scrambled up and ran to you. You turned around and walked fast out of the Great Hall with no destination in mind.

“Sirius!” Tiana says, grabbing his arm and stopping him. By then, you were gone. “Be gentle. Y/N is.. sensitive.” He furrows his brows.

“Well I’m not going to murder them/her/him.”

“Yeah but you’re going to go confront them/her/him. In Y/N’s mind it’s the same thing.” Tiana and Ezra walk off without another word and Sirius, now extremely confused, runs after you.

“Y/N! Wait please!” He quickly catches up to you when the staircase you were about to run down moves. “How long have you known that we were soulmates?” You sigh and turn around but avoid his eyes.

“Erm.. about a month.” You mumble, fiddling with your tie.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You glance at his face to see his expression. He was disappointed, probably because of you. You felt tears fill your eyes.

“I’m sorry I.. I didn’t want to disappoint you- I mean- you could have anyone you want, wh-who am I to steal that from you?” You quickly mumble.

“Y/N, what?” The raven haired boy wonders aloud.

“I’m so.. me.. and you’re you and it would be completely understandable if you didn’t want me, trust me; I don’t even like myself.” Sirius grabs one of your hands.

“Y/n, where did you even get that idea from? We haven’t even spoken, you don’t know that I don’t want you, I do want you!” You look up at him and search his face for a lie.

“Why?”

“Why do I want you?” You nod. “Look at you! You’re bloody beautiful!” You bite your lip.

“Thank you.” Sirius lifted your chin and you finally made eye contact with him.

“You really are beautiful, Y/N. I’m glad you’re my soulmate.” A tear fell down your cheek and you smiled. “Woah, why’re you crying? Did I say something?”

“You said a lot of things, but it’s a happy tear, I promise.” Sirius lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank Merlin, I can’t have you crying the first time I meet you. I’m really glad I met you, by the way.”

“I’m glad I met you too. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before.”

“It’s okay, we’ve just got to make up our lost time.” You smile at him.

“Do you want to come to my common room and hang out for a bit? There’re cookies inside.”

“Say less, you really are my soulmate.” You giggle and take his hand to lead him off.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ꨄ

#harry potter x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x you #marauders x reader #harry potter fanfiction #1tsedi #fanfiction #sirius black fanfiction #sirius x reader #sirius x y/n #sirius x you #sirius black x y/n

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stealingpotatoes · 2 years

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The Promise

[also on ao3]

summary: Corvo makes Emily a promise to always be there for her, and intends to keep it.

Corvo, half-asleep, had barely even noticed the footstep before he whipped into action. He sat up, sword out flicked from beneath his pillow. He held it up to the sound and-- immediately dropped his arm.

“How did you hear me?” Emily sulked. She stood in the doorway, nightgown-white in the moonlight, and looked quite completely unfazed by the open blade in Corvo’s hand.

He lowered it back to the floor, unsure if he was meant to be proud at her calmness, or very worried. “Royal Protector senses,” Corvo replied, flipping the blade closed and letting it go.

Emily walked further into the dark attic room, child-steps barely creaking the floorboards. Her nightdress, far shorter and rougher than the fine ones she’d worn at home, swished about with her little movements.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” she asked with a pout, now standing at the end of his bedframe.

“There isn't much room for you, Em,” Corvo pointed out with an apologetic frown.

“I'll fit!”

Corvo chuckled. The bed only just fit Corvo alone, given his height. It would barely fit him at all several months ago -- but now he was more wiry, less meat on him. All corded muscle and scars, and perfectly adept at sleeping on something far too small for him.

Emily seemed to take the chuckle as a ‘yes’, and within seconds had clambered onto the bed. Corvo wheezed as Emily’s elbow found purchase in his stomach, but she didn't seem to notice, continuing to get comfortable on his bed.

“Lie down!” she ordered. “I can’t get comfy until you’re comfy!”

Corvo shook his head with a fond smile and slid from sitting up to lying down more.

Emily continued to wiggle about, just as she’d done as a sleepless baby, always keeping her nursemaids up. Only Corvo could get her to sleep then, which… really hadn’t done anything good for rumours of who Emily’s father was. But Corvo had never quite been able to bring himself to care. He had only cared about the bundle of silk and cuteness swaying in his arms, giggling and cooing as she drifted off.

Usually, he could calm her down quickly, acting like it was merely a part of his evening patrol, and leave. But one difficult night, Jessamine had found him in Emily's nursery, dozed off on a settee -- with the infant Lady Emily fast asleep on his chest and drooling on his coat.

Corvo tried to ignore the tightness in his throat at the thought of Jessamine. But he couldn’t stop thinking of how fondly she had told him how she found them both, a loving smile playing on her beautiful lips. One that, then, had made it impossible for Corvo not to smile too. A smile Corvo would never see again.

“I had a nightmare,” Emily stated quietly, drawing Corvo into the present.

Corvo looked down to where Emily had nestled in his arms, facing his chest. “You're safe now,” he assured her on reflex.

Emily nodded, shifting in bed. Corvo had a bad feeling that one of them was going to have fallen out come morning. He started stroking Emily's hair.

“I had a nightmare that they hurt you too, not just Mother,” Emily continued, “And then you didn't come to save me, and I was stuck in the Golden Cat forever and ever and ever.” She scrunched her face up.

Corvo kept stroking her hair. “You know that would never happen, don’t you?”

Emily was silent.

Corvo stopped stroking her hair and gently guided Emily's chin up so he was facing her. “Em.”

She looked right up at Corvo, her watery brown eyes -- the same deep brown as his own -- tugging on his heartstrings.

“I'll always be there to save you, no matter what. Always.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” Corvo smiled.

Emily seemed content with the answer. She nodded, before shifting on the bed again and worming closer to his chest, hands bunched in front of her. “Goodnight Corvo,” she said, voice half-muffled.

Corvo planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight Em.”

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“LET ME OUT!” Emily yelled, banging her fists on the door. “LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT!”

The stinking Loyalists were adamantly refusing to listen to her. And worse still, they had all told Emily that Corvo was dead. But she knew better. Madame Prudence had told her the same thing months ago. She had told Emily that Corvo’s head had been chopped off in prison -- but he had come to save her anyway, no matter what the horrible Madame had said. It would take a lot more than the Loyalists to kill Corvo. It had to.

It had to, because Corvo had made a promise.

Emily ground her pounding on the door to a halt and huffed.

Outside, Havelock was talking to someone. Or maybe no-one; Emily hadn't heard Lord Pendleton or that slimy overseer Martin talk in forever. Maybe they had gone to sleep, bored by Havelock’s whining. Emily wouldn't blame them.

If they were asleep, they must have dozed off before Havelock came into her room. Maybe they'd got a long apology too, like the one Havelock tried to give her.

It had been a really bad apology, one that Emily wasn't going to accept -- but an attempt at least. He tried to explain everything. That they hadn't actually set out to do this, they weren't originally going to kill Corvo (he wasn't dead) or kidnap her, but she had to understand. A ten year old couldn't run the Empire, and it needed Havelock's strong hand to guide it. Emily could understand that, couldn't she?

No, I can't, Emily thought in a silent reply. She couldn't understand why all these old men wanted control of her, or why all of them thought they had to kill her parents. She was supposed to be the Empress. People weren't meant to control her, she was meant to control them! Or… gracefully rule over them, like her mother.

So Emily couldn't understand and she didn't care about what Havelock had to say. She didn't want to politely listen, like Callista would probably have told her to. She wanted them to let her go. She wanted to hug Corvo.

Somewhere outside, Havelock continued his inane speech. He sounded a little like the noblemen did at parties when they had had too many of the drinks Emily was 'too young to have' -- all tipsy and muttery, making multiple words one.

But there was something else in his voice. He had sounded almost scared, and genuinely so. She had never heard the Admiral sound like that. Not even when he sent Corvo on missions that could “decide the fate of the Empire.” And it wasn’t an adult fear, like that of her mother’s courtiers when court gossip came round to them. It was something stronger, more innate, a child’s fear of disappearing ghosts and sharp-toothed monsters.

Unfortunately though, the fear did nothing to shut him up or to make him listen to Emily. continued to mutter, his voice droning on and on and--

Thud.

…and off, in complete and utter silence.

For some, this would have inspired fear. Yet not Emily. For she had come to know silence not as something scary, where monsters lay waiting to pounce -- but as something safe. The quiet was a soft blanket she could wrap around herself for warmth and comfort, it was a gentle armour that kept her from all harm, a barrier between her and the true monsters of the world. To Emily, silent footsteps and scarce words did not mean something dangerous in the shadows. They meant home.

They meant Corvo.

“Hello?!” Emily called. “Corvo, is that you?”

There were no footsteps before the key slid into the lock and clicked. The door yanked open, revealing the tall, long-coated figure of death.

Emily beamed.

Corvo dropped to his knees, coat splaying around him and all but ripped the skull-mask off his face.

“Corvo!” Emily exclaimed, running into his arms. She wanted to cry again, but she had decided she was too old to cry -- even if Corvo would never mind or tell her that.

Emily also wanted to say he was hugging her far too tight, but she didn’t care. She cared so little that she did not even notice the blood on his hands -- hands that had been hastily wiped on his coat.

After a long set of white-knuckled moments, Emily pulled away gently, and let her little hands rest on his big arms. Corvo didn’t quite let go of her either.

“You came to save me!” she beamed.

Corvo smiled back, the icy weariness in his eyes seeming to disappear. “I will always be there to save you,” he repeated, his promise from many nights ago.

Emily barrelled into Corvo for another hug, pressing her face into his shoulder, and hoping he wouldn’t notice her tears. “I knew you wouldn’t break your promise. I knew it. You’re always going to be there.”

Corvo held her that much tighter in return. “Always.”

#corvo attano #emily kaldwin #dishonored #dishonored fanfic #potes wrotes #IT'S BEEN A WHILE HASNT IT

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cryptidblossomd · 2 months

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Posting about my oc Clemént because I think about him a lot. But yes this is intended for shipping

Clem sat on the counter while Mikey cooked, the two weren’t best friends but they did talk to one another abt fashion. Though the conversation at hand wasn’t really that, Clem was listening as Mikey told funny stories about the past things he remembered.

“Oh! Speaking of us purring did you know we basically have an off switch” The orange clad turtle took a sip of the soup he was making.

This made Clement blink “WH-NO???? DD would never tell me this, spill the tea” The taller hummed as Mikey walked over to the sink placing the ladle in it. “Hmmm let me think about it….do i really want to embarrass Dee that badly..” It was quiet for a second before Mikey shrugged “Hell yeah”

Clem snorted “Glad to see all of you grasp as any point to embarrass each other.” Mikey hummed “Of course” he eyed Clem. “Now listen here, like a cat if you scratch under our chin we usually purr but go a little lower and pinch” Mikey lifted his jaw to point at a spot underneath “right here, and basically we lose all sense of reason.” He lowered his head back down “Sorta like we just become jelly in the others arms, our eyes get all wide and we purr like an engine and the chirps are very soft” He huffed, reminded of what his brothers looked like.

Clem smiled softly “Oh? So it’s literally an off switch” they chuckled “Just full mushy brain”

Mikey nodded “yep! It takes a good few minutes to snap out of it but it’s honestly not that bad just not fun when you go like full animal brained y’know”

Clem giggled “actually no, I don’t but I also sorta do…?” Mikey shrugged “Good enough for me, now use this info very wisely. Donnie isn’t a big fan of this trick but since he is seriously obsessed with you i’m sure he won’t mind” Clement giggled again “I wouldn’t say he’s obsessed but thank you, I will use this wisely” Mikey nodded “Sure~” He wiggled his brows. Clem hopped off the counter and flipped him off Mikey just wheeze’d.

A good while went by Clem never even mentioning anything about that trick again. They of course always remembered but never utilized it. Until one day, when Donnie was acting super pissy. He was so frustrated and looked to be on the edge of a break down, nothing about their patrol went according to his plans and Meat Sweats decided to use the poor soft shell as a punching bag today so now Donnie was just sore and angry.

Around 9pm Clement had come over, he heard from Leo how Donnie was acting and felt kinda bad.

Walking into the room Clem spotted Donnie hunched over at his desk, the tan male sighed and made his way over to his reptilian boyfriend.

“Y’know that is only going to make your back feel worse right?” Donnie just grumbled. Clem huffed again “Dude come on, I know you feel like shit so let’s lay down for 5 minutes and I swear on my career you can come back to the computer” Donnie turned around and glared at Clement. But that was all they needed to lift the turtle up by his armpits and throw him on the bed.

“First mistake was facing me” Donnie yelped as he landed on the bed, it was a lot softer then it looked. “Seconded mistake and Allowing Leo to let me in” Donnie glared at the door outside. Looking at Clem as he climbed into the bed Donnie grumbled “This is stupid I don’t need to be resting I need to be working on making a more padded battle shell” Clem just shook his head “No can do, five minutes. That’s all i ask for”

Donnie really wanted to protest but his partner was already lifting him onto their lag. Donnie just sighed as he sat on their lap, his plastron against their chest and his legs hanging off to the back. He was way too comfy now, so he just settled and huffed “Fine…five minutes” Clement nodded, placing soft kisses against the turtles neck and shoulder. Donnie shuddered but leaned closer into the touch, maybe he did need this.

Five minutes pass like no time and Donnie barely noticed, the gentleness of Clement’s kisses against his neck and shoulder made him melt. Five more minutes pass and he was now laying in their lap, his shell against the covers and Clement leaning down to place small kisses on his eyelids and beak, it was around this time he went to lean up.

“Alright, your time has passed love; let me up now” Clements whined “noooo i thought my affection would make you forget” Donnie smiled at their childness “Well it made me stay 5 minutes over time so i’d say your attempts were successful”

Clem groaned “Come on Dee just two more minutes, I saw how you were about to fall asleep. Give in” Donnie blushed softly “You must be mistaken I was just resting my eyes”

Clem rolled his eyes “Yeah sure mister smarty pants, those sighs of relief must have also been a figment of my imagination then?” Donnie nodded “Exactly, now-” He leaned forward trying to sit up again “Let me go”

Clem frowned “Pleaseeeeee Donnnnn, just lay down with me for a little longer! JUST A MINUTE I SWEAR!!!” Donnie sighed “You get one minute”

Clem cheered softly, as Donnie laid back down.

Clem started scratching the underside of Donnie’s chin. It was silent before Donnie started to purr softly Clem giggled as he continued to scratch Donnie’s chin. Donnie only got louder by the second he was pretty happy you could even see small thumps of his tail wagging, slowly Clement made his way down Donnies neck still scratching. Suddenly the human pinched softly at a spot and Donnie’s eyes shot open a squeak coming out of his mouth before his eyes went half lidded and his pupils large. The softshell went from his head being in Clement’s lap to throwing his whole body onto his boyfriend.

Loud purrs and chirps made it’s way up his throat and out his lips, rubbing his whole body against Clem’s hand it looked like. Clem was surprised for a second before giggling using one of their hands they softly traced the spikes on Donnie’s shell and used the other to scratch Donnie’s snout. Churring Donnie’s chest rumbled, his tail swishing against the bed sheets.

Clem chuckled watching as his boyfriend turned into a puddle in their lap, leaning forward they placed soft kisses on every spot they saw on Donnie’s shell. Donnie squirms around a drunk-love sick look on his face. He didn’t like this feeling before but maybe being vulnerable around your partner was something different.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt oc #rottmnt donnie #tmnt oc #rottmnt mikey #rise of the tmnt #Clemtello

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sweetsapphicpeach · 6 months

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5, 8, 72, 73

5: Favourite sex position?

A hard question!!! I really like when you ride my face, like a lot, but we haven't done that enough that I feel like I can say it's my fav (guess we'll have to try it more...also for science). I will say missionary !! I like looking at you and I like kissing you and I like how much of you I can touch when we're laying face to face <3

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

Okay I have thought long and hard and I must be boring and answer bed. I DO like the couch a lot, it gets bonus points for the ease of kneeling on the floor to give head, and I think the floor would be fun for the "I just need you right here right now" vibes!! But the bed is comfy and allows for a lot more movement and is where we usually end up, so it wins!!

72: Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

All of it 🥺 ok um I really like when you rub my back, I like having my waist grabbed, I like when you press down on my tummy (esp when you're fingering me), I like having my thighs pet, I like having my hair pet and held onto, I like having my jaw held. Yeah!!

73: Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Nipples if they count!! and ALSO when you press against my g-spot I go crazyyyy. You don't even need to thrust tbh just wiggle your fingers in me and I'll make a mess all over you.

#thank you for the asks lovely this was fun!!!!!#ask #daydream #mine

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sickly-sweet-imagines · 2 years

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,,size kink glamrock freddy? afab gender neutral reader,, headcanon or a fic i dont mind either way i just have glamrock freddy brainrot

This wound up,,, longer than I expected

Proof of my own brainrot I guess- NSFW under the cut!

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You’re fairly certain you got him horny without him even realizing it. You were in his lap, shifting around in a very intentional way under the guise of trying to get comfy. He gently held your sides, sweetly telling you to move all you needed until you felt comfortable. Your blatant seduction attempt seemed like it was going completely over his head. His body was absolutely aware of you, though. “Superstar, I am feeling my body heating up... I am not sure why, but I hope it does not make it too uncomfortable to cuddle against me.” “It’s very comfortable, I promise~” You were very obviously flirting, but Freddy still didn’t seem to catch on. Despite his body reacting very strongly to what was now unabashed grinding on him. “Ngh- Superstar, you sure are moving around a lot...” He watches you, his hands sliding down to comfortably rest on your hips. “You’re so big, it takes a lot of wiggling to get comfy,” You tease. “I think I’m feeling better now.” You press yourself against his chest, enjoying how warm his body has gotten from your attention. After a bit more flirting, Freddy connects the dots to why he feels so warm and what you’re looking for. “Superstar, do you want me to... Put it inside you?” His fingers gently squeeze and rub your hips as he looks at you. “Yes.” You say, almost immediately. “Are you sure? It is very... Big... I do not want to hurt you...” If you had any less self control you’d be shouting and begging. “Please” You press yourself closer to him. “Yes, I’ve never been more sure of anything, please, I need it.” He scans your face for any last signs of hesitation before lifting you by your hips. “It will come out of my groin, I will lower you down onto it. I will go slowly so you are not hurt.” When his cock is finally released you realize that, just like the rest of him, it is massive next to you. You’re pretty sure it could reach your stomach. If not further. Freddy starts to lower you as you take in the sight, watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort. It’s so thick even just the tip is stretching you. You feel completely surrounded by him, his big hands holding your hips, his large body feeling even more times your size than it usually did. Soft whines and moans escape you as he lowers you further down, feeling more filled up than you ever have. “Superstar, your stomach is bulging.” You glance down when he points it out, whining when he moves one hand off of your hip to rub the bulge he’s causing. “Do you want me to start thrusting?” Your flustered “Yes” is all he needs as he starts to move his hips, moving you in time with it. He starts out slow, but as you adjust to him he starts speeding up. You’re so easy for him to hold and move that he has full control over the speed and roughness (not that he’s especially rough, the softie), pounding you as he listens to the myriad of noises coming out of you. “What is this, superstar?” He asks between thrusts, one of his thumbs coming up to rub you. All of the stimulation makes you fall limply into Freddy’s chest. “Is it that sensitive, superstar?” He asks you, rubbing faster. It almost feels like he’s teasing you. As your moans get louder and pants get heavier he starts vibrating his thumb against you, holding you close to him. “I will not tire doing this, if you would like me to stay inside you.”

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #fnaf imagines #security breach imagine #glamrock freddy imagine #fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #spice #Anon

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pirateprincessblog · 2 years

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i beg u do a jongho morning smut story oh my lord

Teddy 》 C. Jongho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Choi Jongho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, perv!Jongho, masturbation, dry humping, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: bit of fluff, smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.9k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: No matter how long you have been living with Jongho, he still gets quite surprised at your boldness. Other than that, Jongho really likes living with you. Until recently, when he came back from the tour and an odd feeling appeared inside his stomach. Just the sight of you makes his stomach feel funny, sometimes even in the lower part. Your dirty jokes are starting to affect him, but he can't seem to find out what has changed.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Choi Jongho is a beast in disguise and nobody can prove me otherwise.

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Somehow, you had convinced yourself that if you went through the channels on the TV over and over, something interesting might appear. But the same shows and boring movies kept playing, resulting in an annoyed huff from you. It is way past midnight, and your roommate and best friend had just gotten back from the tour. He has found his comfy space in the armchair, while you occupied the sofa. The way he sat on it made your heart warm. Outside of the apartment, you were only used to seeing him in heavy dark clothes and with a serious look on his face.

You are helplessly laying on your stomach, head turned toward the TV in hopes of finding something interesting. Jongho didn't complain about you taking up his space. Instead, he dropped his bags to the side so he could properly greet you and place a kiss on your forehead. Currently, he sat with his legs over the armrest and the side of his body leaning against the backrest. His striped red socks were a contrast to his black hoodie and dark ripped jeans, and his toes would occasionally do a small wiggle after winning a match on his phone.

"And just what are you grinning so hard about?" Jongho asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Cute socks." You admit.

Your eyes don't miss the way his lips press into a thin line to avoid smiling. You also don't miss the tint on his cheeks, almost matching the socks. You wished you could hug him whenever you wanted. Jongho didn't like skinship before, but since you moved in, it had gotten worse. You weren't sure if it was because of all your unnecessary ass poking or because Wooyoung had gotten more bratty than usual. Jongho ran away from your spread arms, avoided your nicknames and acted unphased by your unintentional cute behaviour.

Truth is, Jongho has a soft spot for you. He loves to catch you smiling at him, pouting when something isn't going the way you've intended, struggling to open or fix something while you try to not disturb him. He loves to watch, but from a distance. He isn't sure if you've noticed, he hopes you didn't, but your presence makes him feel... weird.

It makes his stomach feel funny, and his cheeks and ears heat up. He tenses up when he smells your summer perfume, even when you put it on during the winter. He tenses up when your hands go near him in an attempt to hug him. He wishes he can be natural around you. He wishes he can let you hug him whenever your heart desires, even poke his ass if necessary. After all, he did work for that ass.

The boy's eyes carefully followed the ball on the screen, so close to reaching his goal, when a noise made his eyes widen.

"Ah, fuck," you cussed from the sofa. His eyes landed on your figure, now standing up straight and fidgeting with the remote. "Fucking shit, shut it down!"

Then, his eyes met the big screen. He wishes he didn't look. His breath stopped in his throat, and his stomach felt fuzzy again. This time a bit lower than usual. The scene unfolding wasn't something Jongho hadn't seen, but seeing it in your presence made his head so heated that he thought he might explode. The batteries of the remote were already at the verge of their life before Jongho left, which is why the remote isn't obeying you tonight.

Wet noises and fake moans shamelessly traveled to your ears, each louder and more uncomfortable for Jongho.

"Jongho, it's not working!" You whine, rushing over to the TV to find the shutting down button.

Too caught off guard to even blink, Jongho only managed to let out the breath he was holding. He gulped a bit louder than he intended, then watched your figure bend over to reach the button. And there it was, the fuzzy feeling again. A click was heard, and the room fell dark. Except the light from Jongho's phone perfectly illuminating his flushed face.

You let out a stressed huff, then finally turn around to face him.

"Great. Now I'm horny."

You being straightforward wasn't anything new to him. Still, you always managed to catch him off guard. Whether you said it as a joke or not, a small piece of Jongho's brain caught that sentence and made sure to remind him later.

"Jjong?" You called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think a dick can feel that good?"

Jongho had a shock after a shock. Letting you stay as his roommate was surely going to end him one day.

"Nevermind. I'll stick to my pillow and that teddy you bought me. Good night, love!"

And with a kiss on top of his head and a hair ruffle, you disappeared inside your room. His phone turned off from lack of activity, leaving him in the dark alone with his thoughts. He could hear his own heart pound. You treat self pleasuring as a normal conversation around him, once even apologising if you were too loud the previous night. Jongho would only laugh it off. But now, Jongho can't stop thinking about what you said. Did you really use his present to...?

Deciding to call it a night, the boy picked up his bags, checked if everything is off or locked, then entered his own room. The gap under your door was a bright purple and blue, meaning that you had turned on your colourful lamp and you are probably choosing your outfit for your planned breakfast tomorrow. He remembers that you told him the colours make you feel sexy.

Jongho decides for a quick shower, which always helps him get rid of the funny feeling at the bottom of his stomach. His clothes are thrown in the washing basket, and he takes a moment to stand in front of the mirror. He had gotten bigger in his muscles. Even he sees the difference. Perhaps he should wear something a bit tighter tomorrow, just to fish for a few compliments from you. Jongho then discards his underwear too, then hops into the shower.

He shivers at the cold liquid falling down his back, then down his chest. He groans in relief. As weird as it sounds, it felt weird to have a calm shower without Wooyoung or San barging in with an excuse to brush their teeth. In reality, they all love to tease their youngest one in all ways they can.

The idea of a calm shower stops once Jongho's ears pick up something through the noise of the water falling. It is a gasp, then a moan. A soft moan coming from the opposite door in the bathroom, the one leading into your room. Jongho shut the water down, then gently opened the glass door to make sure he heard correctly. He hears shuffling, buzzing, then another moan. His mouth parts, and eyes fall down to his crotch. His cock is proudly sticking up, amused by the noises more than Jongho's brain.

Jongho's brain is working against him. You must be doing this on purpose. You aren't really pleasuring yourself. Surely, you heard the water run. Why would you do something so risky? But then again, Jongho underestimates you. Often times something that is horrific to him is normal to you.

His hand grips his cock for the first time in so long. He simply didn't have a right place, time or energy to do so. He gives it a slow pump, and his head is already falling back against the tiles. Your moans are muffled, probably from burying your head into your pillow, but your shuffling is faster and harder with each second that passes. The bed is creaking, and Jongho finds himself getting horny from the thought of you riding something he gave you. And that's when it clicks.

He can be horny, yes. But this doesn't feel the same. It feels more powerful. Every time he thinks of you, he has a desire to have you. He just wasn't aware yet. He wants you, but is afraid that he might ruin it. No, Jongho doesn't want you. He needs you. As soon as possible.

"Jongho—"

Jongho chokes on his own spit. His eyes widen, and his legs carry him outside of the shower. His ear is pressed against the wooden door in hopes to hear that again. The bathroom is almost flooded, but the boy couldn't seem to care.

"Jjong—" you breathe out, "ah—".

And just like that, he finds himself thrusting into his own hand in hopes to reach his orgasm. The nickname you had given him was adorable to him, but now, he will remember this night whenever you call him that. And he doesn't mind.

"Can I cum? Pretty please?"

You were... begging him? Begging to cum? Him? Jongho breathed out. His eyes rolled back as your soft gasps continued. You were close, and so was he. His breathing became shallow, and his pace messy.

"Fuck— please? I was so good while you were gone—" It almost sounded like you bloody knew. But how could you know? It sounded so needy, Jongho was sure that it was just your need to finish speaking. "So, so good. Please, please, please—"

"Cum for me," he whispered, caught up in the feeling of ecstasy.

And just like that, as if you heard him, a series of moans and gasps left your mouth. Jongho felt warm liquid pour over himself, and his body fell into a hole of pure pleasure. He saw white before his eyes. But in the middle of that, he saw you. He saw your face between his legs, his seed painting your cheeks as you stuck out your tongue to catch some of it. Jongho wasn't innocent, but he never allowed himself to go too far. He was impatient.

"I wish you knew how fucking hot you are, Choi Jongho."

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Jongho was in deep sleep when he felt something heavy on top of him. It felt too early for his own liking. He opened one eye, scanning around the room for any signs of already being morning. The sunrays fighting their way through the blinds made him groan. His attention then fell on the figure on him. You laid on top of his chest, just like a few times before he left for the tour. You had become much lighter, or maybe he became stronger. Your hands rested on his chest, thumbs innocently rubbing circles into his skin over the t-shirt.

His arms carefully placed themselves on your upper back, as if testing if you'll rip them off if they touch you. Jongho was in the middle of enjoying the steady breathing and calm atmosphere, when you decided to abruptly sit up with a wide smile.

"Morning!"

Jongho smiled as a greeting. He adored your enthusiasm and wished he had some of it.

"Slept well?"

"I did."

"Good. I need you to be smiley and ready for all the pictures I'll be taking today."

Jongho hummed as a response. His voice was still too raspy to speak, so he relied on hums and nods. You went on about all the food you wanted to try, and all the stories you heard about the new café which offers chocolate cake with an espresso. He smiled fondly at you, loving the way your voice sounded at any time of the day. Then, something got you in a very excited mood, because you started shuffling and jumping on top of him. The skirt you wore did nothing to help his self control.

"Stop moving," Jongho warned, a smile still present on his lips.

You listened, but after remembering another detail, the shuffling started again. The creaking of his own bed sounded similar to the one last night, and watching your hips move like that, he felt his mouth go dry.

You're in fucking deep.

"Idiot," he warned again.

"But Jongho, how can you not be excited about cotton candy cloud raining in your coffee?"

"I don't know. I prefer my coffee in a mug. Drinkable."

"But this is drinkable too!" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"You didn't even listen. How about that macaron shop?" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"No macarons either? If you want scrambled eggs might as well stay—" Hip roll.

You gasp in the middle of the sentence. His hands are on your waist, fingers digging into it to keep your body still. You never felt his hands on you in such way. They were huge and warmed up your skin from the cold morning just right.

"I mean— Did you want— Uh—" You never stutter around him. The way his eyes pierced into yours has you a stuttering and embarrassing mess. Jongho's tongue peeks out enough to wet his dry lips. You gulp. "I uh—"

Jongho removed one of his legs from the space between yours. Now you hovered above him. You forgot one thing about him, and it was how good he looked in the morning. You even told him once, resulting in a flustered Jongho and not seeing him almost two days.

"You look so fucked out in the morning. Hot."

And he is hot. Shallow breathing, messy hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, half closed eyes, and the hottest of all, the veins on his arms in the morning. Jongho has a habit of suddenly sweating and getting hot right before morning, which means all of his blankets and additional clothing eventually end up on the floor, and you get to enjoy the view of him in boxers and short sleeved t-shirt only. It's enough to make your stomach fuzzy and your thoughts sinful.

"Sit," he orders.

Never in your life did you so quickly obey to someone. You sat on top of his thigh, your hands resting on his lower stomach for support. He lets out a low sigh when you press into in unintentionally, then strengthens the grip on your waist.

"I told you not to move," he says, voice low and raspy, "and you still did. Now—"

His thigh flexes underneath you. A gasp leaves your mouth from surprise and the sudden pang of pleasure. "Jjong—"

"—you're going to move."

And just like that, the boldness left your body. You were at his mercy now, all weak and ready to do whatever he wanted you to. One glance at him and you knew he had a lot on his mind. Your hips start moving, slowly but forcefully. Jongho's eyes carefully examined your body language. You were already falling apart on top of him, and he wasn't doing anything. Yet.

His hands started moving your hips faster, and his thigh occasionally flexed just to hear those delicious gasps from your lips. You were not moaning yet, which didn't satisfy Jongho. He made it his mission to make you say all those things from last night right in his face. How good you were for him, how you want to cum with his permission, and how absolutely perfect his name sounds from your fucked out figure.

"Skirt up," he whispers.

Your hand reaches towards the front of it, then lifts the material up. You can't see well from your position, but by the way Jongho let out a small, almost unnoticeable hum, you figured the sight was surely something. You lowered yourself more into his firm leg, your clit deliciously rubbing against the warm skin of it.

"Your panties are drenched," he notices, a slight smirk on his lips, "or did you cum already and are aiming for the second one?"

Shaking your head is the only thing you can do. You feel your orgasm in the distance, and you don't want to distract yourself and lose it.

But then, Jongho stops your body from moving. You look at him in disbelief. All of this is slowly proving you that Jongho is exactly what you thought he was: rule giver, watcher, silent enjoyer and in need for controlling. You always imagined Jongho to be the merciless dominant, which you wanted to get a taste of so bad. But now that you're here, and just at the beginning, you realise how difficult it will be.

You feel his fingers on your inner thigh. He slowly drags them up to your wet folds, his thumb giving your clit a few gentle rubs before moving the panties aside.

"Ah, fuck." He sighs.

The glistening wet folds before him were so inviting, but Jongho had time. He had all day. He knows damn well you aren't leaving this bed any time soon.

Unable to wait any longer, you start moving again. The feeling of your exposed and sensitive clit rubbing against his skin felt heavenly. Your arousal left a trail on his leg, but Jongho didn't seem to mind. It made your moves smoother and more pleasing for you. Jongho noticed that you enjoy slow but intense moves a lot. The way your eyes flutter every time you move your hips forward makes the bottom of his stomach feel fuzzy. As if it didn't already feel enough.

His hands leave your waist, allowing you to pick your own pace and use him the way you needed. He laid back, eyes fixed on the way your brows furrowed and teeth bit the bottom lip. His thigh flexed again and again, every time you rolled your hips forward.

"Do I make a good enough pillow for my needy roommate?"

The words caught you off guard and you slipped a bit forward, your leg accidentally brushing the spot between his legs. He smirks at your surprised reaction. The way his voice changed from suppressed and unsure to confident and teasing drove you crazy.

"You fucking my thigh the way you fucked that teddy bear last night?"

The first moan escapes your lips. The thought of him listening to you last night made your knees weak. Now, you didn't hold back. Loud and breathy moans filled the room, along with the creaking of his bed.

"You imagined it was me, didn't you?"

Your body dropped on top of him, hips still mercilessly working on top of him as he spoke. You held onto the pillow behind his head for dear life. It's been so long since you felt pleasure this intense. You wanted it to last as long as possible.

"I did," you admit.

"How long?"

"Since you gave it to me." You whisper, knowing exactly what he means.

As moments pass, your body grows tired. Your orgasm doesn't intend on showing up any time soon. It is time to do what you usually do behind closed doors and alone only.

"Please," you beg.

And it's enough for Jongho. He switches the positions, quickly spreading your legs and pressing his knee against you. The way he looks at you from above is a sight you wish to preserve. His hair is all fluffy with slight waves in them, his eyes are half closed and his mouth is slightly open. His hands are on your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread so he can do his work in peace. He removes his knee, just to replace it with his tongue over your panties.

"Jjong—" You moan, just like last night, only louder.

His teeth pull your panties aside, and his tongue finds its place right on your clit. He is moving it up and down, his eyes fixed on your face. He experiments, moving his tongue in circles, sucking at your bud, biting it, and whatnot, until he realises he has you falling apart with almost anything he does. So he settles for sucking and kitten licks. He swears you taste and smell like watermelon, which only gives him one more motive to keep going.

You look down at him, and just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter and you couldn't get hornier, you see his dark eyes looking up at you from your pussy. He flattens his tongue to cover more area, and you try to close your legs in an attempt to stop. You already felt overstimulated, even though you didn't finish yet.

Jongho stop for a moment, just to deliver a sentence that absolutely destroys you:

"Can your teddy bear do this?"

At that moment, you think nobody but him can do this. Your hips roll up into his mouth, as if silently asking for more. Jongho takes the message. His fingers spread your lips apart, so that the attention can fully be on your sensitive bud.

"Fuck—" You moan, hand dropping down to grip onto his hair.

"Look at me," he mumbles, then goes back to his task as soon as you do.

You watch him eat you, and you watch him enjoy it. His fingers delicately spread your lips, while his other hand is pressing your thigh into the mattress to give him more space. Who would've thought that Jongho eats pussy for his own pleasure?

His lips close around you clit, gently tugging it and sucking. You are at the verge, right there. You do not want it to end, but you need to orgasm as soon as possible.

"Please, please, please—"

And this time, Jongho can say it to your face.

"Cum for me."

And a few moments after, you do. Multiple wave of pleasure splash your body, each stronger than the other. Your body is trembling, yet he doesn't stop his tongue movements. He deliciously licks every single drop of your arousal, humming along the way and admiring the work he did. You have a tough time catching your breath.

More than that, you have a tough time trying to connect that this Jongho is the same Jongho who got flustered at a porn movie last night.

He pulls your panties up, still drenched with your cum and his saliva, and pressed a kiss on your lower stomach. He pulls your skirt down, flattens your shirt, then gets off the bed. He might just get used to you spread on the bed, all fucked and breathless, even though he didn't really fuck you.

"Don't fire the bear now because of me. You might still need it when I'm away."

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Helping Hands- Part 3

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Elliot have spent weeks getting to know each other more between the sheets. Everyone was going along as usual until the Reader wants to switch things up. 'Things' as in positions.

Song: "505" by Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: Smut 18+ and pure fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Everyone is asking for so many more parts of this so on top of this one, I have two more. This turned into like an unintentional series. What word are we agreeing on using when it comes to writing male anatomy lol? PLEASE ANSWER THIS QUESTION I NEED IT FOR THE NEXT PART. I will not use penis😂

Part 1* Part 2*

I didn't think that I ever needed sex.

I was worried about becoming someone who needed it to feel anything for anyone. Worried that it would become something that I would depend on to feel intimacy with a boyfriend or girlfriend. Before Elliot, I could understand the want and need to have one night stands. It was the easiest way to feel something for another person without getting feelings involved.

Maybe I was too anxious for it, maybe I was afraid of feeling used after enough time went by. But that's just me.

I felt the opposite with Elliot.

Sex with Elliot was definitely a plus to our relationship, but it didn't make the whole relationship. We would have been okay without it, but now that I've felt it, now that he's shown me how he can make me feel, I don't want to live without it ever again.

Every aspect of our relationship was still the same; the intimacy, the trust, the laughs, the support. But everything was dialed up by ten. I could tell that he felt closer to me, he was less nervous to touch me now. In fact, he wanted to be touching me all the time at any point of the day.

Sex with Elliot was like trying a new flavor of the same candy. It was the difference between night and day. Same day, but different. He wasn't too different in bed than he was on a day to day basis. Still soft, still flirty, sarcastic, kind. Everything just translated over. No need to show off or act a part. We were just us.

He was needy. Way more than I was. This was something we were already aware of but he was sexually needy way more than anyone I knew. He was always kind, always flirty, about it. He was good at the art of seduction and it makes sense. It makes sense that I'm with the guy who's great with female pleasure.

But I wasn't as smooth.

Stealing glances over at him as he plucks the string on his guitar neck, his lip pulled in between his teeth in concentration. I want to moan out loud at the sight of him, just the simple act of him playing an instrument making me drip. He didn't glance over at me, he wasn't aware of my need and I had zero clue how to voice it.

Figures, right?

He looks particularly pretty today. He wears a shirt that's a bit too big on him, a comfy pair of sweatpants on his legs and his blonde hair is ruffled and messy. He looks delicious.

Sitting up with a huff, I take a deep breath as I listen to the music that he makes. I rise to my feet, the sound of my socks padding against his floor not being heard by the busy boy. Making my way to stand in front of him, he pauses with a smile as my cheeks heat up, flustered. His gaze flickers up at me, teasing and soft as I sway back and forth.

"Hi, baby, what's up?" He asks quietly, his palm resting against his strings. He tilts his head at me, waiting for my reply as I sigh, contemplating my options. I gently reach forward, taking the guitar out of his arms and placing it against the wall next to him. He looks at me with furrowed brows, waiting for me to say or do something.

My words get stuck in my throat so I just decide to act, my legs swinging over his hips as I place myself on his lap.

"Uh, hi. What's going on?" He chuckles quietly, his hands resting on my waist, fingers teasing under my shirt. I shrug playfully, my lips sealed as I wiggle. He waits patiently, no sign of annoyance on his gentle gaze. I take a deep breath, before pressing my lips to his cheek, my lips lingering.

"I want you." I whisper, his body tensing beneath me as I chuckle proudly.

"Jesus, what- now?" He stutter, his head pulling back to look at me, his jaw dropped and eyes wide. "It's, like, bedtime. Aren't you tired?" He asks with worried eyes, looking over at the clock that reads midnight. I shrug with a happy smile, my arms winding around his neck. Our chests press together as he blinks up at me, his lips parting gently. I gently run my fingers through his hair, my lips lowering gently as he gasps. "If you kiss my neck, Y/n, I'm not responsible for what happens after it." Ignoring his threatening words, my lips press against his neck in open mouthed kisses.

His neck cranes back to rest his head in my hands, my lips skimming against the sensitive skin of his throat. My hand leaves the back of his head, the other hand left to play with his hair as I listen to him gasp. Trailing my fingers down his body, I softly grasp him through his sweatpants as his hips jump against my touch. He whimpers gently, his eyes opening to look between us at my hand.

"O-Oh my god, what the fuck- okay." He whispers through a stuttered moan, my lips against the shell of his ears as I whisper.

"Your pants are bothering me, take them off." I giggle quietly, his head bobbing in a nod as I lift myself off of him.

"Yes ma'am." He responds simply and I watch as he fumbles with the string, untying them quickly before shoving them to his ankles. I chuckle at the clumsy boy, my dress slipping off of my shoulders and onto the floor. I slip back onto his lap, his lips immediately attaching to my breast as I sigh. "What's gotten into you?" He asks quietly against my skin, my chin dipping to look down at him.

"Hopefully you." I tease as he rolls his eyes, but I can feel him hardening beneath me nonetheless. He smiles up at me, his lips puckering as he silently asks for a kiss.

"Kiss me." He whines, my lips dipping down to press against his, hands cupping his cheeks. His hips buck into mine, a small laugh leaving my lips as his hands grip my hips. "You want me to fuck you?" He asks breathlessly against my lips as I moan, my head falling to his shoulder.

"No," I whisper, my nails digging into his shoulders as I catch my breath, "I wanna fuck you." I whisper with a giggle, my head craning back to look at him as he blinks, his cheeks warming at my words.

"Uh, yes- Yep, you can do that." He shrugs, the smile on my lips growing as his fingers trail down my body, his hand cupping me through my panties. I whisper out a quiet moan, my lips finding his once more as his skillful fingers work their magic. "Fuck, you're so pretty, baby." He whispers, my bashful grin returning as I slip my hands down his chest, resting the on the tops of his boxers.

"Off." I whisper, tugging against the band of his briefs as he nods, scooting back on the bed. I slip off my underwear as he does the same, my legs straddling his hips as I find my spot once more on his lap. He shoves a few pillows under him, his hands reaching out to rub my hips soothingly. I look down between us, the nerves building in my tummy again as I bite my lip.

"If you get tired or if it hurts, just tell me, please." Elliot whispers, his voice calming any of my worries as he smiles. He gently reaches down between us, helping me position myself against him. He teasingly nudges against my clit, a warning look thrown his way as he chuckles. "Whenever you're ready, bubs." He whispers, his hands on my back as I lean forward, my forehead resting on his shoulder. I take moment to let out a nervous sigh before slowly sliding down onto him. Elliot moans out immediately, his fingers gripping against my hips as I smile wickedly.

After weeks of him filling me up, getting used to the way he snugly slips inside of me, it doesn't hurt anymore. There's a pleasant ache, the inside of my thighs shaking wonderfully. The angle is certainly different, hitting different spots within me that make me shake and tremble. He lets out a shuttered sigh in my ear, his hands rubbing over my back as I adjust. He gently helps me lift my hips upwards, my body already sore from the new position and lifting my hips up and down.

"Fuck." Elliot whimpers, his head thrown back against the pillow as I drag my lips down his neck. He laughs quietly, lips pressing against my temple as sweat drips down my back, the room seemingly hundreds of degrees warmer. I rest my weight on Elliot, his back arching to sit up as our chests press together. I hug him to me, his arms wrapped securely around my waist as he does the same. He helps me bounce up and down, both of our moans mixing as he captures my lips. I squeal as he taps that one spot inside of me, my eyes tearing as I gasp into him. "Are you okay?" He asks gently, his breathing rough as my heart hammers against my chest.

"I think I need you to take over." I reply with a pleasure-filled laugh as he nods, not hesitating to toss me onto my back, not slipping out from me as I squeal.

"My fucking pleasure." He mutters before immediately snapping his hips against mine. I cling to him as I moan, his pelvis brushing up against my clit every time that he moves. He buries himself into me, his face tucking into my neck as my eyes flutter shut. "Fuck." He groans, lips gently sucking against my neck as my hips move to meet his.

"I'm close." I whimper, Elliot's hand slipping down between our bodies to rub quickly against my clit. His thrusts speed up, deepening as much as he can as my walls flutter around him. "Fuck. Elliot, I-" I topple over the edge as he does the same with a loud groan. His hips stutter as I force out a breath, the air thick around us as we gasp and sweat.

When his hips stall against mine, he chuckles quietly, my hands gently rubbing against his back soothingly. Every time we do this, anything sexual in nature, there's always a few moments of silence following, both of us just soaking and basking in pleasure and love.

A few comfortable moments go by, my heart beat calming down as he softens inside of me. I'm still not used to the feeling, and I've never voiced it out loud, but I absolute loved it.

"You wanna move this to the shower and do it again?" Elliot asks with a breathless laugh, my fingers pinching his side as he squeals.

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midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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