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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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inspections

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, daily c*nt inspections 😭, fingering, mentions of p in v sex, edging, i think rafe calls reader kiddo once, reader is described briefly as small chested, mentions of past punishments/spankings/tit slapping

“come on, baby.” rafe taps your thigh. “it's time.”

“im so tired, just let me sleep for five more minutes.” you whine, snuggling your head deeper into the pillow.

“are you being bratty?” rafes words have your eyes snapping open.

“no, daddy, of course not.” you giggle. you both know you were just being a bit naughty by refusing to wake up, but you don't want to face any punishment, sitting up to give rafe a good morning kiss.

“mhm, that's what i thought.” he sighs. “i have to go into work today.”

“what?” you whine. “you can't work from home?”

“nope, got in person meetings today. sorry baby girl.” rafe hates leaving you as much as you hate him having to go anywhere without you.

“okay, gonna miss you so much.” you give rafe another kiss, now noticing that he's already ready and dressed.

“ive got enough time for inspections. open up.” rafe taps your thigh again.

“mkay.” you nod, laying your head back on the pillow, spreading your legs open.

“no wet spot on your panties, wow.” rafe nods, hands moving to rub over your inner thighs.

you smile, proud of yourself for keeping your panties clean overnight, always struggling with rafe pressed up against you.

rafe hooks his finger under the center of your underwear, pulling it to the side to reveal your cunt.

“gosh, so pretty.” rafe smiles down. “my favorite pussy in the world.”

“thank you daddy.” you blush, feeling your cheeks heat up pink.

“makes me not wanna leave you, kiddo.” rafe sighs, knowing he certainly doesn't have time to fuck you, not in the way he wants to.

“will you be home for lunch?” you ask, eyes fluttering closed as rafe swipes his fingers through your folds absentmindedly.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “will bring you home some candy.” he can't help himself but bring his fingertips to his mouth, tasting your wetness with a low moan.

“thank you daddy.” you manage to speak out, voice already wobbly from his touches.

“gonna stick a finger inside, okay? make sure you're still nice and tight for me.” the inspections became mandatory after rafe found out you were touching yourself overnight, not even always consciously, rutting against his thigh while you both slept, wet dreams of your daddy running through your head.

“mkay.” you nod, letting out a breath to relax your body as rafe uses one hand to separate your folds, holding your cunt open as your hole flutters in anticipation.

rafe circles his finger around your entrance before plunging it inside your hole. you always try your best to stay quiet during inspections as rafe likes, but you can't help but squeal out.

rafe just laughs at how pathetic your noises are, beginning to thrust his finger in and out slowly, feeling the way you constrict around him.

“nice and tight, so good baby.” rafe smiles down at you. “you've been such a good girl lately, i can't even remember the last time i had to punish you!”

“two weeks ago.” you pout, remembering it well. “ten spankings because i flashed you while you were in a meeting.”

“that's right.” rafe shakes his head. “you got some tit slaps too, didn't you baby?” rafe looks up your body. there's not much tits there to slap, and rafe always prefers to bend you over his knee and punish your ass instead.

“mhm, but i liked it so you stopped.” you giggle, remembering how you moaned when rafes palm hit your nipples.

“my dirty girl.” rafe shakes his head, moving his thumb to your clit, keeping your cunt pulled apart with his other hand so he can see all of you. sure, it's part of his daily morning inspections to check your cunt, but he usually just pushes a finger in and claims it's good.

“daddy?” you whimper out, a rush of wetness flooding your pussy.

“what is it baby? don't you want me to touch your little clit since im gonna be gone for work for hours.”

“yeah.” you whine, nodding your head as his finger thrusting inside of you moves faster, resisting the urge to add a second, loving how it's just his cock that stretches you open.

“good girl. you deserve a kiss.” rafe says, and you pucker your lips, waiting for him to bend over your body, but rafe drops down lower, pressing a kiss directly over your clit.

“daddy!” you squeal, back arching off the bed. despite always touching your pussy, rafe rarely gives you head, preferring to get right to fucking you.

rafe moves his thumb to help keep you spread open, stretching the skin around your cunt as his tongue flicks out, rubbing over your clit, now tasting your wetness as well as hearing it with every push of his finger inside of you, a sick squelching sound filling the room.

“can i-can i touch your hair daddy?” you manage to ask, fingers twitching.

“no.” rafe smirks, his voice vibrating your clit as he barely pulls away to speak.

“o-okay.” you grip the bed sheets instead, wishing you could push rafes head further into your pussy, but you know better than to disobey an order.

“can feel you clenching ‘round my finger.” rafe laughs against your cunt.

“feels so good.” you mumble, used to waking up in the morning to rafe inspecting your pussy, but it's never this much as you moan, thighs twitching with the urge to close.

“too bad you're not gonna cum.” rafe sighs, pulling his mouth and finger suddenly out, sitting up.

“no!” you scream out. “no, daddy, please, ive been so good, let me cum, please!”

rafe sighs, leaning over your body to press a kiss to your lips. “sorry, princess, gotta go to work.”

rafe glances at the clock. truth is, he has plenty of time to make you cum, knowing you're only seconds away, but he likes the idea of keeping you wet and horny for him, ready to thrust his cock into the moment he gets back from work.

“and remember princess.” he taps your nose, making your eyes flutter before focusing on rafe. “if you touch yourself while im gone, there will be punishments.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 months

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT.

Grandma cat!reader. Who was a old women who got experimented on and turned into a smiling critter but like the caretaker of the smiling critters.

Often seen walking around with a scruffed smiling critter hanging from her mouth(somehow-) and overfeeding the smiling critters or children.

How would a saved dogday and (maybe) good catnap react to the player bringing them to readers containment room. (She was locked in before the Hour of Joy due to something and just stayed there)?

I just want to see them get some sort of parental love 🥹😖

- Marshmellow🤍

I swear ya'll are gonna make me cry with these requests /nm <3

.....

Dogday

In your old age, you didn't wanna retire from Playtime Co. and spend the remainder of your life laying around, waiting for your body and mind to deteriorate.

So instead you became one of the few willing volunteers for the Bigger Bodies Initiative, being turned into a Smiling Critter (which made you especially happy since your grandkids adored the toyline and cartoon show).

In the show, the gang mentioned a grandma character several times (albeit she was unseen) and with Catnap being recalled from all promo materials, Playtime Co. took creative liberties and made you the newest feline replacement, fitted with a cinnamon scent and pie necklace.

Your tagline was something like "The Smiling Critters take care of our orphans, but who takes care of them? Why, their Grandma [Y/n], of course! She's full of love and wisdom!"

True to that, you became the caretaker of the Critters and children, ensuring everyone's fed well and staying out of trouble.

The incident with Bron (Thomas/Experiment 1199) had scientists rethinking how they'd introduce willing experiments to those...well..less-than-willing.

So you had a supervised introduction to the SCs (with children also present to discourage them from reacting violently). You were even given a containment cell you could retreat to in case of emergencies.

Luckily, you never had to use that room--as they accepted you and began calling you "grandma" since day one.

Dogday, especially, got attached to you.

You called him "DD" and "Doggy-Dearie".

Being a bit taller than the rest of them allows you to pick them up by the scuff of their necks if they're being too rowdy (Kickin and Hoppy, especially).

Even so, you're very sweet to all of them, letting them snuggle up to you as you shared stories and made them food so they could keep up with the little ones.

All was well in the Playhouse up until the Hour of Joy of course.

But you were unaware of it since Catnap sabotaged your room's lock, keeping you trapped to lower the Smiling Critters' morale.

Dogday was 100% convinced you were dead.

However you survived long enough for the Employee's arrival years later, never knowing what happened to the factory..

After rescuing Dogday, they find your door and powered it up, allowing the two entry into the perfectly intact space within.

Your fur was matted and you looked sickly, but you still jump up upon seeing the state your dear "grandson" was in.

It devastated you.

"My word..Dog-Dearie.." Your heart shatters. "Your legs..where are they? Where is everyone?"

Something inside of him ultimately breaks as he realizes you were alive...and you were here all along.

"G-Grandma...! Oh...god..I-I thought you were--" He crawls away from the Employee and towards you, sobbing into your lap. "You were h-here..this whole time! I-I wanted to see you, but..C-Catnap..he.."

"Shh, shhh..I'm here now, my sweet pup. It's alright." You hush, stroking his ears and resting a paw on his back, before looking to the Employee. "You must be terribly confused..as am I.."

After explaining your role--and calming Dogday down--the two tell you about what's happened to the factory, and at first you can't believe it...

Until you all wander through the Playhouse and see the horrid state it's in, but they're confused as to why none of the mini Critters attack you.

Only then do you mention feeding them over the years through little vents and holes in the walls, keeping their hunger moderately satiated.

Dogday feels awful, and even more upset at Catnap for lying about your fate.

But still, you don't show any ill-will towards any of the Smiling Critters, even if one of them had betrayed you all.

Instead you just let Dogday cling to you as you escape together and try your best to keep up.

Catnap

Like the rest of the Smiling Critters, Catnap considered you family and often went to you for snacks and such.

Or if he needs a break from trying to put all the rowdy orphans to bed in Home Sweet Home. Only then is he given permission to see you.

He always liked curling up in your lap, purring while you stroke his fur and tell him a story (which is sometimes an event from your old human life, albeit you do accidentally confuse yourself since ofc you're not supposed to remember any details of your old life).

The Prototype sees this as a problem, as Theodore Catnap was getting a bit too comfortable with his life here and needed a reminder of his mission....and so he tells him the truth.

About how you not only worked at the factory until you reached retirement age...but you were also a willing participant in the experiments.

And suddenly, he couldn't look at you the same way anymore. Only with resentment.

It wasn't fair.

You got to lead a long and fulfilling life. Theodore barely got the chance to grow up and be a normal kid.

You had the procedure and associated risks explained to you clear as day. Theodore never had the luxury of being warned ahead of time before he was grabbed and put under the knife after recovering from the incident with the green grabpack hand.

All he wanted was to free the others, but he ended up becoming their warden instead.

He almost forgot all of that because of you.

He refuses your food now, and you worry for him when you see how skinny he becomes as the months pass.

But he's very cryptic in the way he talks to you, the other SCs, and the staff...so you didn't know for sure what you did to upset him so much.

"Catnap, dearie..you're skin and bones. Let me-"

"I know what you were, and what you've become...the Prototype told me so."

You don't know what to say. What could you say when he kept talking about this "Prototype" person?

Despite his hatred, the SCs were conditioned to love you regardless, and so before the Hour of Joy Catnap decided to sabotage the locks of your containment room.

That way, he wouldn't be tempted to kill you...and he'd spare you from the grief of what he ends up doing to the other SCs, including Dogday.

Years later, when the Employee finally knocks some sense into him after saving him from being sacrificed to the Prototype, he takes them to your room, believing you to be dead from starvation.

Instead, though, they break you out and he discovers you're very much alive.

And Catnap just breaks down, groveling and begging for your forgiveness.

You were the one who always tried to reach out and comfort him, giving him some relief from the misery of being trapped in this factory....and he pushed you away.

But you don't hate him for locking you up, realizing that he still cared about you after all this time. Even when the Prototype told him about your past.

He wanted to keep you safe.

That alone proves he had a heart, and you reassure him of that as he cuddles up to you for a little while.

Once he's calmer, you go with him, Dogday (assuming he was saved), and the Employee to meet with Poppy and Kissy--both of whom are relieved to see you alive

#clanask #marshmallow anon #poppy playtime x reader #ppt x reader #catnap #dogday #catnap x reader #dogday x reader #platonic #grandma reader #toy reader #headcanons #hurt/comfort

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jaegersdevil · 5 days

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style [sukuna x fem!reader] summary: a collection of (cute) moments between you and ex!sukuna w/c: 1.9k a/n: bruh idk how these two are STILL exes, but it's a yes from me // yes, another taylor fic because i'm in love with her

sukuna 12:56am u up?

you audibly groan at the text, face scrunched up in disgust. sitting up in bed, you shove another pillow behind your back. your fingers fly across the screen, but only for a short time.

12:57am fuck off

throwing your head back in anguish, you sigh at the ceiling. and when your phone buzzes again, you brace yourself for the reply.

sukuna 12:57am ladies first 12:58am open the door 12:58am please

despite the abruptness of his text, you fly out of bed and run into the living room of your apartment. you stare down the hallway at your front door and peek at your phone when it vibrates.

sukuna 12:59am quit thinking so hard i'm cold

rolling your eyes, you tiptoe to the door, lifting yourself on your toes to look through the peephole.

and there he stands, pink hair dimmed against the yellow lights of the hallway, his head tilted back. biting your lip, your eyes glance down at his exposed neck, strained as he studies the ceiling.

stepping back, you unlock the three locks on your door (courtesy of the man outside) and pull it open.

your ex stands in the hallway, a sight you've seen too many times to count, and he tilts his head in greeting. "hey, baby."

you grab the sleeve of his sweatshirt and tug him in, locking your door when he's safely inside. when you spin around, he's gone.

you ignore the clink of glasses against one another in the kitchen and head back to your room, rubbing your eyes are you go.

glancing at the clock on the wall, 1:04am, your shoulders visibly deflate. you pull back the duvet and climb into bed after turning off the lamp on your bedside table. facing away from the door, you get comfortable, tuning out the sounds of sukuna knowing this place like the back of his hand.

"i didn't come over for you to ignore me."

you turn over. sukuna leans against the doorframe, sipping idly from his glass.

you flip back around, snuggling your head into your pillow. "i'm sleeping."

"oh, poor baby," he pouts falsely, crossing the room and setting his glass on his nightstand. you shake your head, your nightstand.

when you hear a rustle, you glance over your shoulder. sukuna tugs his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head and pushes his sweatpants down his legs. you feel your cheeks heat at seeing him in only his black boxers.

he lifts the blankets and slides into your bed, avoiding your eyes as he does so. despite his naturally cocky attitude, along with his annoying habit of suppressing everything he's ever felt, you know him too well.

"c'mere," you mumble, circling your fingers around his wrist. sukuna says nothing and shuffles toward you, wrapping his arms around your torso, head on your chest. "wanna talk about it?"

he shakes his head softly, tightening his arms. "in the mornin'."

you nod, fingers threading through his hair. "okay."

you wander the building aimlessly, with a lunchbox in your hand and a coffee in the other. you know this place well, though once he got promoted, sukuna moved offices. but you wouldn't call it an office; more of a place to sort through employee contracts and qualifications and watch the cameras around the complex.

he'd complained to you over text that he'd have no time to eat today. so, you took it upon yourself to ensure your ex had an adequate lunch to keep him going, duh.

the sound of your name in that deep voice of his rings down the hall, and you spin around.

"i knew it was you," sukuna tilts his head at you. "what're ya doing here?"

you lift your hands and grin. "lunch."

sukuna stares at you, and you swear you'll melt from the intensity of his gaze. he wears his usual black cargos and a black t-shirt with the company logo on the left breast, but he looks more delicious than ever.

"seriously?" the corner of his lips upturns, and he bites his bottom lip to stop the smile from breaking. he fails. "you're so cute."

sukuna steps forward to wrap his arms around your head, his biceps flexing against your ears.

you smile giddily and circle your arms around his torso, hands hovering over his back. "it's a bento box with rice and steak and those little sausages you like—"

sukuna cuts you off by leaning down and pressing a hot, wet kiss on your lips, and you squeal at the public display.

"kuna..." you turn around the see if anyone is in the hallway to witness.

his laugh is deep and rich, and you can't help but watch the sparkling smile on his face.

"thank you," he mumbles, his smile fading as he becomes serious.

your face heats at his words, shoving the box and coffee in his hands. "just eat your lunch."

sukuna presses a final kiss on your forehead and turns around, returning to his office. "see you at home!"

you shake your head, laughing. "go to your own home, nerd!"

"sukuna, what are you doing here?" the smile in your voice doesn't go unnoticed. leaving the lab at 8pm was a drag, but it was necessary for your thesis, and sukuna knew its toll on you.

sukuna pushes off his car as you approach, his smirk laced with mischief. "picking you up," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

he meets you halfway, walks behind you, and takes your backpack off your back. you loll your head on your shoulder when he falls into step beside you. the streetlights are aglow, and you giggle at the orange tint on his hair.

"such a gentleman."

sukuna scoffs, swinging your bag onto his shoulder. "not the word i'd use."

"oh yeah?" you bump into his side, smiling smugly when he throws his arm over your shoulder. "and what word would you use?"

"whipped!" a voice calls from the car. your smile grows larger when you see sukuna's younger brother, yuuji, hanging out of the passenger seat window.

"yuuji!" you laugh, heart leaping in your chest. "when did you get back?"

after graduating highschool, yuuji and his two friends, megumi and nobara travelled around europe for a year and a half. you remember sending him off with a snack pack for the plane and a kiss on the forehead.

"this morning," the younger boy says, stepping out of the car. "been forcing sukuna to take me everywhere until i get my car fixed."

you embrace him in a hug. "i hope you had fun."

yuuji leans back—he used to be shorter than you, but now he's nearly as tall as his brother. "it was better than fun; i'll tell you all about it when we get home."

you glance at sukuna who's doing a great job of being silent, and get into his car when yuuji insists you get in the front.

sukuna never brought up the topic of your breakup to yuuji, it seems.

and on the way home, 'one way or another' plays through the speakers while the younger boy talks your ear off about his drunken nights in greece, and all the experiences that made him miss you (namely laundry and home cooking).

when you arrive back at sukuna's, you notice the disarray of the apartment.

you hear your name being called from the spare room, and your heart explodes, both in whose calling and the nostalgia of it all.

"here, i got you a few souvenirs," yuuji emerges from the room with a bag held out in front of him. "sorry i couldn't;t give them to you this morning, suk said you left early."

you have to stop the smile on your face from dropping at the last part. you know sukuna is standing in the kitchen a few feet away, watching you.

"yuuj!" you grab the bag, wrapping your arm around his torso in a side hug. "you didn't have to get me anything."

the younger boy rolls his eyes. "of course i did. before i left you said if i didn't bring you a miniature figure of all the sights i saw, you'd wash my whites with my reds."

the memory returns to you in a rush. "oh, yeah..."

yuuji's grin and pure excitement make you lead him to the couch. "put a movie on."

"yes, ma'am," he laughs. there's no doubt in your mind that he's putting on human earthworm 8.

while he's occupied, you glare at sukuna, who leans against the kitchen counter.

after you unwrapped all of your gifts, a generous collection of monumental landmarks, you excuse yourself.

shutting the door of sukuna's ensuite, you turn the light on and cover your face with your hands. you swallow and look at yourself in the mirror.

remnants of mascara have collected under your eyes, so you open the mirror to get your makeup remover out of the cupboard.

"have you eaten?—"

you spin around with a makeup pad under your eye, spying sukuna's face through the crack in the door.

you look back at yourself in the mirror, putting the cotton pad onto the counter. "i'll eat when i get home."

sukuna's deep sigh has you turning to him again.

"what?"

"you're not going home."

and when the door clicks closed, your temper reaches its limit.

"you did that on purpose," you scold, but the bite you intend is weak.

"fuck yeah i did," sukuna whispers. "i can't tell him, he loves you."

"ryomen—"

"don't start that again," sukuna snaps. "we've only been apart for two months."

you don't reply.

"hell," he throws his arm out to his right. "i slept over last week, you brought me lunch when i was at work! we haven't acted like we're apart anyway, and you know it."

you bite your lip. "we broke up," but the more you try to drill the fact into your mind, the less you believe it.

"what the fuck for?"

you scrunch your face up in confusion. "you know why."

sukuna throws his head back in exasperation. "we've moved past that now. i've gotten better."

"i know you have..." you mumble, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, not knowing what to say. though, when you think about it, why haven't you gotten back together?

"if yuuji can't tell we've broken up, then we must be doing something wrong."

tears line your waterline in frustration and sadness. "kuna..."

he sighs, running a hand down his face. he steps closer, softly placing his palms on your face. "please, baby."

you chew on your bottom lip, nodding softly.

sukuna uses his thumb to pull your lip out from between your teeth. "i love you, okay? i will get you back."

"you already have me," you laugh, a breath from the back of your throat, your hands grasping at his waist.

"damn straight."

"just stop leaving your shit everywhere and acting like a child in serious situations, and i'll move back in."

and when sukuna rolls his eyes (albeit lovingly) and opens his mouth to agree, you push yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss his mouth. he groans deeply and moves one of his hands from your face to the back of your head and the other to your back, pulling you closer.

"you guys done fucking in there? movie's on."

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forcheol · 6 months

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౨ৎ 3:37 AM — csc

synopsis you need to pee but there’s a slight issue… pairing seungcheol x reader genre fluff, timestamp note i just fucking miss this man so much. it’s 4:37am. i miss you, scoups :c word count 0.9k

you need to pee. like really bad. one small issue: there’s a thick & heavy arm over the middle of your torso which is making it difficult for you to move because if you just tried to push it off, you might wake the sleeping bear in human form next to you. aka, your boyfriend.

seungcheol’s fingers twitch a little from where they’re tucked between your body and the mattress, he always twitched a little when very deep in his sleep. you found it sort of…endearing, causing you to go absolutely heart-eyes at his sleeping form.

your boyfriend was a deep sleeper — especially when he’s had a long & tiring day — which is why you started contemplating whether you should just shove his arm off you & go pee or just forget about that option so that he doesn’t wake up with a pout (although you love to see it).

at first, you decided with the latter option & tried to fall back asleep…it didn’t work, the urge to relieve yourself intensified. so you decided to go with the other option. slowly placing your hands on seungcheol’s forearm, you push it away as carefully as you can in order to not wake him up. he stirs, mumbling a quiet ‘hm, cinnamon buns’ and a giggle begins to build in the back of your throat because is this man seriously dreaming about cinnamon buns? you might just have to go out & buy him some tomorrow.

nevertheless, you carry on with your mission. gently, you push his arm away inch by inch until it’s no longer resting on you but the tiny space between you & him.

the blanket, you slide it off your body & sneak out of your bed after slotting your feet into the fluffy cow slippers seungcheol bought for you (he saw you browsing them & ordered them secretly). mouthing a small ‘phew’ as you reach the bathroom, you quickly look back before shutting the door & doing what you came to do.

when you were done, you quickly slinked back to your & seungcheol’s bedroom to get back into bed. but you jump as soon as you turn around after closing the door because there’s seungcheol…sitting up against the headboard of your bed, with the comforter wrapping him up.

“why are you awake? did i wake you up? sorry, cherry, i didn’t mean to…” you voice out after gathering yourself.

“where did you go? it was warm but then all of a sudden it got cold” his voice was heavy & thick with sleep. you walked closer & he lifted a corner of the comforter, giving you access to get under the covers.

“i just went to the bathroom, cherry, and i didn’t wanna wake you,” you replied, “come on, let’s get back to sleep.”

“mm, s’okay. just missed holding you in my arms”, he pulls you down into his embrace & burying his nose into your hair.

“you were holding onto me so tight, you know. and i needed to pee so bad but i thought ‘leave it, i’ll pee in the morning’ and then you tightened your hold on me, you monster!” with fake annoyance in your voice, you nudged him a little & watched as a lazy smile appeared on his face, dimples peeking out faintly. you adored his dimples, loved seeing them, too.

“sorry, baby, just wanted to hold you…” his body became lax in your reciprocating hold the more you snuggled into him, “but, baby, why do you keep calling me cherry?”

“hm? you don’t like it? okay, let’s try somethi—”

“no! i mean, no, i didn’t say that…just answer the question.” your left brow goes up as you stare at him with amusement.

“okay. well, i don’t know, it just came to my head. maybe it’s because of your cute lips, cherry coloured and cherry flavoured. they’re just so pretty, i just wanna kiss you all the time!” your pointer finger goes to poke his plush lips & his pout reappears once more.

“and that pout! you’re so” you pinch his cheeks with your pointer finger & thumb, “so adorable, my silly cherry!” now, you pull and squish his cheeks. a giggle falls from his squished lips & it’s contagious. his laugh is so beautiful & contagious, it makes you laugh too.

“hm, if they’re so pretty to you then why don’t you kiss them?” he says slowly while stopping your finger & thumb from pinching any further while moving closer to you. you pretend to think it over before giving him a sweet kiss on the very lips you love & adore, pulling away with a ‘mwah!’.

seungcheol loves it when you do that. he loves dearly the random yet fitting nicknames you give him, the warmth you give him on a cold & rainy day, the hugs you give him after trudging up behind him on a lazy sunday morning, watching him cook scrambled eggs — just the way you like them. seungcheol loves you.

seungcheol lets out a yawn and moves closer to you — if that’s possible, given how close he was to you already.

“m’ sleepy ‘nd warm now, let’s sleep.” he says quietly, replacing that same arm around your torso that got you into this cutesy situation.

“goodnight, my silly cherry.” you kiss his forehead and bring your head back down to his chest. his heartbeat is fast, it makes you smile knowing you can still do that to him.

“mm, night night, my silly girl.”

author’s note: no this not me self indulging, what are you talking about??? sigh i just wanna be his silly girl, cooped up in his arms in our bed on a rainy day while we watch a movie we took 15 minutes to pick. i miss him. a lot. like more than i can explain through text. my cherry :(

btw i actually needed to pee & then thought of this & bam. this happened. I MISS HIM wanna kiss his cheeks & cute lips so bad & wanna hug him sm.

#hani writes!#hani writes: csc #hani writes: svt #caratsland #scoups i miss you soooooo much #come back healthy and strong my cherry #seventeen fluff #scoups #choi seungcheol #scoups imagines #scoups x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fluff #seventeen #seventeen imagines

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gojolatte · 28 days

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❥ Beg For It, Petal.

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut/fluff » PAIRING(S) › geto suguru x female!reader x gojo satoru » WORD(S) › 2.8k+ » SYNOPSIS › You simply want to make breakfast for your boyfriend's but they have something else in mind. » SMUT WARNING(S) › oral (female receiving), fingering, squirting, gojo & geto kissing, a smidge of dirty talking, allude to sub!geto, allude to anal, praise kink, begging, nicknames (petal, peach, love, pretty girl, honey, & gorgeous), loads of cuddling between the three of you, vacation vibes only! (half-ass edited so beware lol) » POST DATE › 03/21/2024

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It’s merely morning when the sun begins to rise, casting a surreal glow into the room. Your body and mind decide to stir as you wake from your slumber. The black curtains hardly catch the glare that hits your face when you try to turn over. It’s then that you realize you’re laid snug on top of Satoru. You can feel his even breath against your neck as he smushes his face against your chest. His grip on your waist is tight and it stops you from being able to turn like you want to.

“Stop.” Satoru groans when you shift your body, leaving Suguru to grab you from his arms (or more importantly, before you can get up to leave). His hold is much firmer than Satoru’, his face is buried in your neck and you can feel him press soft kisses against it.

“Pretty girl,” Suguru chuckles the moment you moan. “Where are you trying to go, honey?” His eyes remain closed, his voice is soft but raspy and for a second, you melt into his embrace as he smothers you closer to his chest. One of the things you love to do is simply listen to this beautiful man talk. His voice is so calming and reassuring that you often fall into this state of bliss. You appreciate the feelings both he and Satoru give you while you're tucked into their arms. A sense of safety and security that everything will be alright. You close your eyes and savor the moment, knowing this feels like home.

“You’re staring, baby.” He wolfishly grins, bringing his hand up to caress your bottom lip. “It’s still early… It's only eight and you’re already trying to leave us.” Glancing over at the clock on the dresser, you realize he's right. It's eight forty-three and honestly, you can use a little more sleep. “Sleep.”

“I want to get up though,” You whine as he only chuckles about how cute you are. You want to get up, take a shower, maybe even get breakfast started for them but you can't do that since Suguru won't let you go. “And It’s not that early, ‘Gu. I could be cooking breakfast right now. I’m hungry.” As if on cue your stomach growls, alerting him of the basic need that hasn't been met. “Suguru…”

“But I’d rather you stay here.” He peeks through his left eye to get a good look at you. The ray of sunlight shining through the balcony door just right to radiate not only the room but you too. An angel in disguise. He can't help but reach up to brush his thumb against the side of your cheek as you lean into his warmth. You can't lie, you love being sandwiched between both of them and right now is no different. “That’s why we hired people for this so you wouldn’t have to move a muscle, honey.”

“But I wanna do it…” You frown, “I-It’s not t-the same-”

“Oh, but It is.” You don't see the smirk present on his face the moment he feels you bury your face in the crook of his neck to attempt to hide. “It's okay to relax. It's your vacation as much as it's ours, Petal. Just sleep.” He says, settling back with you in tow and you lose your breath. You can’t believe how beautiful this man is. He laughs, leaning back to rest his head against the pillows again. You snuggle into his chest, tracing circles on his collarbone.

As time goes on, Suguru’s out like a light again, and you decide to maneuver yourself back between them to get comfortable. Both men snore, one louder than the other. You feel Satoru cuddle up into your back as his hand finds your stomach. He rubs against it as both play tug-a-war with your body to see who gets more to cuddle with.

The warmth feels good. And the butterflies in your stomach make you feel alive as you’re laid up and fiddling with Satoru’s fingers.

It's times like this you cherish. The moments where Suguru isn’t in one of his moods and Satoru isn’t off doing god knows what. And neither of them has to leave for days on end. It makes you wish you could stay like this forever and keep them chained to the bed but sadly, you can’t. At least not in the way you want to. Suguru might like it. Satoru? Not so much. Then again, who truly knows? As much sex as you and Satoru have, you haven’t tried that yet.

Which is surprising in itself and well, you make a mental note to visit a sex shop down the street from your apartment complex one of these days.

Glancing at the clock again, it's nine-ten and you can't justify laying in bed much longer than you have. You want to see the scenery and all that so you decide it's time to get up and shower. You can even feel the grime of last night's activities start to feel crusty and gross and you can't take it anymore. You run a couple of scenarios through your mind or rather, solutions so you can get up and move freely without waking your boys.

Solution one. Try with all your might to wiggle your way out of their grasp. In which, you do but that plan ends in utter failure when Suguru groans for you not to move again. He turns over to throw his arm over your waist to keep you still. And with Satoru's hand awkwardly sprawled on your ass, they've got you locked in place again.

Failure.

Solution two. Try to put a pillow in your place but, of course, that was also a failure because they can tell the difference. Hell, they won't even allow you to get up long enough to do the switch.

You're exasperated as you roll over to stare at the ceiling, groaning to no one but yourself. You glance to either side of you. They look adorable with Suguru’s face buried in your chest now and Satoru’s face mushed against the pillows, it makes his lips pucker. You just want to kiss both of them but right now is not the time.

Solution three. Try ripping yourself from their grasp. You try for about five minutes until you realize that's futile.

“Really?” It only serves to annoy you when you hear Satoru chuckle, no doubt listening to you struggle. And if he’s awake then you know Suguru is too even if he doesn’t utter a word. You just want to get up! Your stomach has been growling for a hot minute and you're hungry and gross and ugh!

“Just stay with us, Petal.” How can you say no to that? You don't know but you fix your mouth and tell them to get up when Satoru leans in close. His lips barely touch the skin of your neck and you can feel his gust of breath on your neck that sends a shiver down your spine.

“I was going to make us breakfast though…” You gasp the moment he nibbles against your ear, his warm hand resting against your thigh. So close to where you would like it to be but not right now. You try your best to sit up again but it’s no use. With them holding you the way that they are, you’re shit out of luck. “Well, can I at least take a shower?”

“Mm-mmh,” Suguru mumbles while kissing your shoulder. “Later...”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend as a sigh falls from your lips. For both of them to be grown men, they’re acting like straight children right now but giving up is the last thing you want to do. Hunger overtakes everything. So you wait, somewhat impatiently for what seems like hours. You knew they were going to fall asleep again soon.

It was just a matter of time.

You end up wasting time on your phone, playing some mobile game Satoru told you to download until you hear both men snoring a little louder than before.

With a shift of their bodies, you're finally able to slip out of their arms to get to the bathroom. You made it your mission to take a quick shower, trying to figure out what you want for breakfast. You don't want to linger in case they wake from their slumber again and try to tug you back into bed. Or you know, in case they decided to hop in the shower with you because breakfast will never be made then.

“Aww,” You coo, seeing them closer with Satoru’s face buried in Suguru’s neck while his leg is hiked onto his front. The blanket covers nothing but their lower half. his arm loosely draped over his tiny waist. Suguru’s waist was a gift from the heavens, you loved it. Especially whenever he’d wrap your legs around it.

You quickly shake those thoughts before they even enter your mind, instead, you snap a picture to tease them later.

Waltzing over to the drawer, you pull out one of their band shirts, a random one they let you have (since they had so many), and settle for some black panties. Being comfortable was the main thing.

Stepping out, you close the door quietly and start toward the kitchen. Searching through the fridge to find something to make something simple came to mind, a little bit of both of their favorites.

You're so into what you are cooking, that you don’t hear the door to the suite bedroom open. You also don’t hear either man making their way to the kitchen.

“Baby?” Satoru whines, wrapping his arms around your waist. You’re startled, mind drawing blanks as you almost drop the hot skillet.

“J-Jesus,” You giggle, turning to face him to push him away, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” Satoru smiles. He peppers kisses down your neck as his hands caress your inner thighs and you can feel the start of his bulge poking into your ass. Suguru stands from the island and pulls you to stand in front of him while Satoru sandwiches you from behind.

“I’m trying to cook,” You whine, feeling Satoru’s hand dip into boy shorts as he rubs his finger over your slit. You throw your head back with a soft moan. Suguru steps away long enough to turn off the stove so the food doesn’t burn, but he steps forward to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist to sit you on the counter. Neither one says a word, Satoru attacking your neck to hear you groan as Suguru kisses your lips, your body melting into their touches, “I just wanna finish cooking...”

“Maybe we just want you for breakfast,” Satoru growls, nipping at your earlobe before yanking your underwear down and off your body.

“You can finish after we’re done,“ Suguru teases, “You’re already so wet for us, Petal.”

“Fuck yeah, she is,” Satoru smirks, tilting his head so he could get a good look at you. You’re blushing softly, the tint of red turning you into a tomato. “Was it from me touching you or is it the thought of what we’re going to do to you.”

“What’s turning you on, baby?”

“‘Toru…” You don’t want to say it out loud, resulting in you simply nodding your head. Of course, they’re not falling for it. Suguru grips your chin a little harshly but you can’t help but nibble on your bottom lip. Your cunt clenching around absolutely nothing at the blatant show of dominance. Satoru knows that look on your face, you’re slowly falling into that headspace of yours but Satoru doesn’t want you to completely lose yourself.

At least, not yet.

“Words baby,” Suguru mutters, kissing the corner of your mouth once you take a deep breath to try and ground yourself.

‘We need to hear you, Peach.”

“Yeah! Yes! Please…” You’re breathless as you throw your arms around Suguru who gets a grip on your thighs to be able to pick up and move you to the kitchen island. You’re going to need more room for the orgasm he’s about to give you. Your hips buck the moment he starts to slowly ease his middle finger inside you.

“So tight.” Suguru places kisses on your trembling thighs, and all the while, Satoru hops onto the island to settle behind you. He’s glad he sent the chef and maid away for a couple more hours. Let’s be real though, they would have gladly given them a show too. He didn’t care but he knows you do.

“You’re so wet, Peach.”

“She’s sucking my fingers right in.”

Satoru chuckles, bringing his finger to press into your clit before rubbing it while Suguru's fingers continued to pump in and out of your cunt. The sounds cause both men to grow hornier as they watch your orgasm build, you're falling back against Satoru’s chest as he moves to the area above your clit. Suguru takes the opportunity to roll his tongue over your clit before flicking it a couple of times.

“That’s it, love.” Satoru kisses his way down your neck as your mouth falls open and your breathing continues to pick up. You’re right there if the way you try to squeeze your thighs around his hand and Suguru’s head says anything. It’s so hot. Fuck, you’re fucking gorgeous. “Let Sugu take care of you. Feels good doesn’t it?”

You moan in response, reaching for Satoru to bring him closer for a heated kiss. Your eyes close as he wastes no time, his tongue dancing with yours for dominance but ultimately winning.

“Taste sweet.” You throw your head back once more when Satoru starts to play with your bottom lip, gently running his thumb over it. You take it into your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and sucking on it lightly. You can feel how hard he is in your back, wanting to take care of them like they were taking care of you. You let go of his thumb with a soft pop as Suguru leans up to face both of you and quickly runs his palm back and forth over your clit.

“Please- ‘m- Fuck!”

“That’s it,” Satoru teases, running his tongue up your neck and over that spot that makes you shudder. “Don’t be shy, love.”

“Let it out, Petal. Let us hear you.” He whispers, looking at Satoru whose eyes are fixated on you. He wants to taste you until you scream their names. Nibble at your exposed skin until you’re whining for him to stop. He loves the sex-crazed look you get in your eye when you’re about to cum, especially when it’s directed towards him.

Their faces are so close that Suguru's lips hover not quite touching yours as Satoru is still buried in your neck.

You’re fucking dripping onto the counter, their goal obvious once they catch each other's eyes again and smirk.

“You going to squirt for us, Petal?” Suguru keeps going, hearing you whine but your moans grow louder the moment your body lets go. He leans down, not wanting it to go to waste as his hands slow down but his tongue makes up the work. He continues to lap at your pussy as Satoru watches with sharp lust-filled eyes.

“Taste good?” Satoru asks as Suguru smirks, giving your pussy a lasting kiss before coming up to meet you and Satoru. It doesn’t take long for Satory to grip his chin to tug him closer. Running his tongue from his chin to his mouth before making out and tasting you all on Sugur’s tongue. Satoru moans into the kiss as Suguru deepens it, all the while, you try to catch your breath before leaning forward to rub Suguru through his boxers.

“Fuck…” Suguru gasps, feeling you lap at his neck while Satoru still has his tongue in his mouth.

This is fucking heaven and god, he doesn’t want to break this.

“Beg for it,” Satoru smirks, pulling away from Suguru but keeping him close enough to feel his breath on his lips. “Beg us to take care of you.” You give Suguru’s cock a gentle squeeze before leaning back against Satoru’s hard chest.

Suguru closes his eyes, swearing he could cum right now. Your gaze is so intense that he knows he’s going to be in for it once you get back to the room.

“Satoru. Petal. Please touch me.” He’s practically begging both of you to do what you want with him.

“You think that was good enough, Peach?”

You grin, pushing him down to kneel in front of you.

“I think you can do better than that.”

Satoru hums as both of you stand in front of Suguru with wide grins on your face.

“I know he can too. Guess we’re going to have to fuck it out of him, right Suguru?”

And god, does Suguru's mind grow completely cloudy just thinking about it.

He can’t fucking wait.

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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HII! Hru? Great I hope :)) can you write about everyone having a sleepover and it’s rlly late and everyone’s asleep except reader, then it splits into how the brothers would individually react to reader crawling next to them and sleeping back to back bc reader doesn’t wanna bother them but also wants to be close, if it’s not too much could you also include April? If not that’s perfectly fine! ^^

Tysm for your time! Have a great day/night!

Next to You

author’s notes: hiiii, im doing fabulous classes were canceled last minute for thanksgiving XD i hope you enjoy & ty for requesting <3

warnings: fluff c: that’s it, oh & unedited

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You opened your eyes, trying to hold back a sigh. You could tell from the deep breathing and slight snoring around you that everyone else was fast asleep. What surprised you the most was that Donnie and Leo of all people were asleep. They usually were insomniacs like you.. but you guessed it was a good thing that they had finally managed to get some shut eye. You on the other hand were still struggling.

You tried to distract your brain with events of today. The sleepover had started off with a bunch of competitions in the arcade. DDR being the main event, and probably what led to everyone being so tired. After that Mikey had ordered everyone pizza. Then the movie marathon started and didn’t stop until everyone was yawning. Instead of going to their respective rooms, the turtles all decided to continue the slumber party in the projector room. A big pile of blankets and pillows were placed in the middle and slowly but surely everyone settled down for the night.

Raph

Quietly you sat up, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the dark room. Looking around, you found Raph not too far away and silently made your way to where he slept. You had a pillow and a blanket in your arms and as quietly as possible you placed them next to the red turtle.

You then laid next to Raph, scooting until you felt the hard curves of his spiky shell. You finally allowed yourself to sigh, feeling slightly better now that you were next to his calming presence. Maybe ten minutes later you fell into a light sleep. Sometime later though Raph turned over in his sleep and you were awoken to him throwing an arm over your stomach and pulling you to his chest.

You were so tired that you couldn’t find it in yourself to get flustered as you snuggled your head into his plastron. He was so warm! His snores were just deep rumbles that were lulling you to sleep. It didn’t take long for you to finally slip into a deep slumber. Raph of course woke up at the crack of dawn. Stretching and opening his eyes to find you, looking absolutely adorable pressed into his plastron. Thankfully no one else was awake to tease him about how dark green his cheeks turned. He allowed himself to rub his face into your hair atop your head before slowly getting up. Though he made sure to put a big red pillow as his replacement for you to cuddle into.

Leo

Minutes went by and still you were unable to fall asleep. It was starting to get on your last nerve and with frustrated tears in your eyes you quickly got up from your spot. Dragging along your blanket and carrying your pillow as you found Leo wasn’t that far away. You quickly made your bed next to his, and laid down right beside him.

Sniffling slightly as you scooted backwards until you felt his smooth shell against your back. Leo turned around immediately, groaning slightly as he was a light sleeper. Your hand went you to cover your mouth hoping you hadn’t just woke him up. “You okay?” He mumbled behind you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, regretting having come over and ruined what little sleep he got. “Its okay, what’s wrong?” He said as he pressed his face into your hair, an arm going around your middle. “Can’t sleep,” you sighed. He hummed and moved back slightly to start playing with your hair.

You lasted maybe 5 minutes before your body relaxed and the tension in your shoulders left you. Sleep overtook you and Leo held in a chuckle, moving to snuggle his face into your hair again as he went back to sleep too. Unlike Raph, Leo was not a morning person, so the two of you would definitely be woken up by the rest of the group, hovering over the two of you. Taking embarrassing photos and cooing over how cute the two of you were.

Donnie

You were staring up at the lair ceiling when a glow of a phone screen could be seen in your peripheral. You knew who it was immediately and you hurriedly grabbed your things before plopping down behind the purple turtle. He didn’t say anything as you got comfortable, you got as close as you dared. There was a few centimeters between his soft shell and your back. “Need something?” Donnie spoke up after a few moments.

You shook your head and then realized you needed to say something. “No” you replied and that was it. Your eyelids were starting to blink slower and slower as you noticed the glow of his phone power off. You listened as he shuffled and got comfortable again. Then out of nowhere, you felt him scoot back those last few centimeters, his shell grazing your back. Your eyes widened, sleep evading you. It was just such a shock! “Dee?” you whispered and he mumbled a reply. “Goodnight,” you said changing your mind about bringing it up. “G’night,” you barely heard him say.

Unlike Leo, Donnie woke up at a decent hour. He sat up, listening to Raph’s feet pad away. He groaned and stretched and looked over to you with a fond expression. Then he was up, heading for the kitchen to make his morning coffee.

Mikey

You rolled over, staring at Mikey’s shell. He was fast asleep, the outline of his body going up and down as he breathed in and out deeply. You smiled, wishing you could pass out as easily as he could. You rolled one more time, your back firmly against his smooth shell.

You could feel his rhythmic breathing and you found that it was comforting enough for you to finally start feeling tired. You might’ve fallen asleep if Mikey didn’t start kicking all of the sudden. His feet bumping into yours and the rustling up the blanket. You shot up, startled by the sudden movement and your movement in turn scared Mikey, as he too shot up into a sitting position. “Y/n?” He croaked, his voice cracking from having slept so deeply. “Yeah?” You whispered as the two of you looked at each other groggily, the fear immediately leaving as you both realized it was just the other.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked patting the spot next to him for you to move even closer. You were about to say that you almost had, but you kept it to yourself as you nodded and moved closer. His arms going around you to hold you tightly for a few seconds before loosening. “My world famous cuddles will put you fast asleep,” he said lowly, almost falling into sleep himself. “Go to sleep silly,” you chided, looking up to see him trying to keep his eyes open. “You first,” and you shook with silent laughter, if only it was that easy. But as his hand went up and down your arm soothingly you were out like a light. “Sweet dreams Y/n” Mikey sighed as he passed out right after you.

Mikey was also an early riser, though not as much as Raph. Mikey woke up before Donnie though. He was happy to see you still sound asleep in his arms. And he stealthily removed himself from you, ninja mode style, as to not wake you. He had to start on breakfast!

Bonus! April

You really didn’t want to bother April, but you didn’t think you were going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon. You rolled over until your back met hers. “mmm.. Y/n?” She murmured groggily. “Sorry April,” you squeaked, not realizing you would wake her up that easily. “Its cool, but you okay?” She asked, her voice started to wake as she pulled the covers higher. “Just tired, yet I can’t sleep.” You confided and April nodded to herself.

She knew Donnie and Leo suffered from the same thing. Though she wondered if Dee ever got sleepy! Of course he did but he sure didn’t act like it! “Wanna try talking about nothing for a while?” April offered, her eyes were closed, but her mind awake and she’d talk to you throughout the night if that’s what you needed. “You’re the best,” you smiled and unbeknownst to you April’s face broke into a wide grin, “Yeah well, that’s what friends are for.”

The two of you talked about earlier today, plans in the future, college, her interests and hopes in journalism. You found that your voice became softer, and you started just humming in response instead of saying real words. “Goodnight Y/n” April whispered as she hadn’t gotten a response from you after a good couple of seconds. You hummed again and April smiled to herself as she slipped back into dream land.

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tainted-liquor · 8 months

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'First Time Father⋆˚✿˖°

Father! 1610 Miles Morales x Mama!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles! TWs: N word usage, clueless Miles, n cussin !! W/C: 765 A/N: Miles is 26! Ty luvs

"Okay...Okay...she's gonna be fine, she's gonna be JUST fine..." Miles chanted in his car as he sped to the hospital. He gave quick praise to the most high that his dad was captain of the NYPD, otherwise, he'd be in a situation regarding his speed. He half-parked in the hospital parking lot before he flew up the stairs, gasping and panting as he stumbled into the delivery room. He was clearly trying his best to remain calm as he ran to hold your hand. As soon as labor started though, he fucking fainted.

He fell face-first on the floor for a couple seconds before getting back up, wincing in pain and pinching his nose gently. "I'm okay love, don't worry about me-!" He muttered as he continued holding your hand. Truth be told, he was both elated and terrified of meeting his new baby girl. He didn't actually know what he was doing, and he was mortified to fuck it up. A storm of 'what ifs' and worries swarmed in his mind as he focused on his beautiful wife, feeling himself grow more and more afraid until...

He heard a cry break through to his eardrums, and the tiniest little hands raise up and fight being swaddled. Not even three seconds in the world, and she was already putting up a fight with her surroundings. Miles chuckled as tears pooled in his eyes, immediately breaking down at your bedside as he faced his daughter. "What's her name, love?" he whispered as he held the small pile of blankets...incorrectly. "I was thinking of Narai...or Zayani maybe? Which one do you prefer?" You asked with a tired smile and sleepy eyes.

And as soon as that little face of hers came into Miles's field of vision, everything was over. He knew then and there that he would lay his life down against anything in the world that even attempted to shuffle a hair on her little head. He held her as close as humanly possible, giving a death glare to the nurse who even raised her arms a fraction before turning his attention back to you. "I love Zayani" he nodded, tears silently coursing down his face. "Damn, how you cryin' more than me? I just pushed her out" you laughed as Miles shot you the nastiest glare of all time.

And from then on, Zayani became the absolute love of his life. He had her decked out in the cutest outfits ever, like this and this! There wasn't a second that passed by where he wasn't holding his daughter, explaining things to her that she gave no sign of understanding, and taking naps all snuggled up with her on the couch. You even have an album dedicated to Miles holding her wrong, which you just grew to accept he'd never quite learn how to do. "Miles. What the fuck are you doing nigga."

"I'm making sure she doesn't stop breathing in the middle of the night! What, I can't be a dad?" He whispered. You did absolutely nothing but chuckle and go back to your room. There was nothing in the world that could take him out of her crib, so you just left it alone. You retreated back to your shared bedroom, tilted the baby monitor so you could see the screen, and chuckled to yourself. You watched as he fell back asleep with the baby comfortably stationed at his side. He looked utterly at peace like he was finally relaxing for the first time in years.

You absolutely adored the bond that your two favorite people in the world had, it was like something out of a cute little Disney movie. When Zayani first started crawling and babbling, she made it very very clear who her favorite was, despite all of Miles's efforts. "C'mon Zaya can daddy just hold you for like five minutes...?" Miles pleaded with the infant as she clung onto the back of your shirt for dear life. She made a couple angry babbling noises before blowing a raspberry toward Miles. "You literally love me any other moment, but when I wanna spend time with you suddenly you hate me?" Miles frantically 'argued'.

They spent the next 5 minutes babbling angrily back and forth, with Zayani crawling all across your body as she shrieked at her father. Miles gasped loudly, resting a hand over his chest and pretending to be both shocked and deeply offended. "Don't you raise your voice at me, Chiquita! ¿Con quién hablas?!" he retorted with a look of amuesement.

"You're so adorable, c'mere-"

*CHOMP!*

"AAAAH-"

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x you #miles 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales #spiderparents #spiderman #into the spider verse #arachnids #arachnikids

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braidlottie · 6 months

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NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU, BABY.

pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader

summary: lottie comforts you after a nightmare.

wc: baby fic 723 :(

tags: h/c (hurt/comfort), you live with lottie at sunshine honey, mommy!lottie sneak?!, lottie is super duper sweet to reader as always :3

title inspired by nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“somebody’s ready for bed, i see,” lottie smiled as you slipped into bed, wearing your new pajama set she bought for you. you rested your head against her shoulder, covering your mouth as you yawned. “such a sleepy little one. you had a big day, didn’t you?”

you and lottie and the rest of the adults went out for a nice friendly outing, staying out later than usual. going to ihop, and the fair, even driving out of your local area for a game of mini golf (that shauna suggested of course). you had so much fun, you wished you could redo the day all over again.

nodding, you snuggled into lottie’s pillow, feeling so warm and comfortable already under the white duvet. “aren’t you going to work in your office?”

“just for a bit. you think you’ll still be awake when i’m back?”

“nuh-uh.” you slurred. lottie just chuckled, grabbing her laptop, her glasses and patted your leg. she slipped on one of her kaftans that was hanging up in the closet. “that’s okay if you aren’t, sweetheart. i’ll be twenty minutes. tops.” she kissed you twice, once the nose and the lips before walking down the hall to her office.

the night got quieter and quieter at the compound, until nothing but the swaying of the trees from the wind was heard. you tried to wait up for lottie, so you put on a movie but unfortunately fell asleep within the first minutes.

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“please, let her go, please! don’t-”

“shut. up.” you heard a man’s voice behind you. he walked over to lottie, pushing her down to the floor. she grunted and sighed, looking back at you with a bloody lip. “it’s gonna be okay-” she was cut off by the man kicking her in the face. you screamed, trying to get out of the ropes that restrained you down to a chair. “stop! stop hurting her, please!” the man pulled his pistol out from the back of his jeans, pointing it at lottie’s head and cocking it back-

“baby? baby, hey,” you were shaken away by lottie. when you were fully aware of where you were, you looked at her, she was completely unscathed, not even a single drop of blood from her lips. you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt lottie’s hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“i heard you shouting from down the hall, sweetheart. did you have a nightmare?” you nodded at the question, letting out a sob when you remembered the awful scenario. you rubbed your teary eyes against the fuzzy blanket you were swaddled in. “oh, little one,” she held out her arms for you.

“c’mere.” she helped you sit up, her hands under your arms. she pulled you into her chest, feeling your tears already soaking into her robe. she wrapped you up in the blanket tighter, planting a sweet kiss on your temple. “do you mind telling me what happened in your nightmare, baby?”

“there was a man, ‘n he was hurting you but i couldn’t stop him, ‘nd- and he was gonna shoot you, but i couldn’t stop him because-” you sobbed and lottie’s heart broke, your words fast and jumbled, along with your hoarse voice.

“we’re safe, angel, okay? it must’ve felt real at the time, but it’s not. what’s real is just me and you right now. he’s not gonna get us, i promise. mommy’s here, baby.” lottie brushed your fresh set of tears away, your cries making an abrupt stop at what lottie called herself. “there you go. you’re okay, honey.”

you felt her pull away, but heard the bedside lamp click on soon after, lighting up the room. lottie knew you didn’t like the dark that much, she just didn’t want you to be more scared than you already were.

“i’m scared to go to sleep again.” you nuzzled closer to her, trying to fight the sleep you were scared to succumb to. “you don’t have to, sweetheart. you wanna walk down to the kitchen with me? mommy’ll make you some tea, cocoa. anything you want, my baby.”

“cocoa.” you whispered, wiping your nose on your sleeve. lottie smiled, picking an eyelash off by the corner of your eye. “yeah? there’s my little one. c’mon,” she grabbed your hand, helping you out of bed.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Soldier snuggles Butterfly

pairing: Soldier!Henry Cavill x Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Henry comes home to his sweetheart, his butterfly, and she needs his touch to help her sensitive button get to sleep(Fluffy!Soft!Smut) (Emotional sex) (anon)

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“M-missed you so much, felt all lonely and cold” Y/n whimpered cuddling into Henry under the warm water of the shower. His hands softly kneaded her rear, his tongue lapping up her neck and into her waiting mouth. “Missed my baby so much, you have no idea baby” He smirked as he heard her squeak, his hands now focused on her tits, which he admits had grown since he last saw his wife.

“When I first saw you at the airport, I think I near had a heart attack from how gorgeous you fuckin are, made me wanna show you off to all the others” He smiled tugging on her hardened nipples, kissing her lips softly as she pouted, tears filling in her eyes. “What’s wrong love?” Cupping her face he saw her eyes reddened and teary.

“D-Don’t want you to leave ever again! Felt sad n’ lonely n’ I don’t wanna havta watch you go again” Y/n sobbed stomping her foot a little, her arms immediate going around her husband’s torso, his slick wet arms caging around her like a blanket. “I know butterfly, trust me, m’not leaving, not without you”

“What?” She asked confused, her head tilting to the side like a puppy; his hands shielding her sensitive eyes from the spray of water. “M’a take you with me on the next deployment butterfly, ats if you’ll have me” He whispered kissing the shell of her ear tenderly, her hold around his torso tightening as she nodded eagerly. “Y-yes YES OF COURSE, don’t wanna be without you anymore!” She beamed happily getting on her tippy toes to kiss his lips sensually, earning her a smack on her behind, of course accompanied with soothing rubs afterwards from her husband’s large paws.

“I don’t think I can stand being away from you anymore, you’re my love, my life, what am I supposed to do without you huh?” He smirked kissing her neck feverishly causing her to break into a fit of laughter, his arms picking her up and dragging them out of the steaming shower; setting her down by her vanity with her fluffy towel wrapped around him.

With her wooden brush in his hands, he gently combed back her hair tenderly, making sure not to hurt her or tug on any knots. Kissing her head anytime he did, even giving her a tiny scalp massage while he was at it. “Can I dry your hair baby?” Henry asked.

“Hmm alright, but don’t make it too-“

“Too hot, I know butterfly, still know ya like the back of my hand. Can’t forget what my butterfly likes can I?” Y/n shook her head all bashfully and happily, she always loved the fact that both their love languages was physical touch; their hands always touching and loving on one another even in bed, their most intimate place.

“C’mere butterfly, don’t fly away from me now” Henry whined, his arms wrapping around her torso to pull her into his chest, “W-will you help me fall asleep again H-hubs, like w-we used to” Y/n asked shyly, her hands holding onto one of Henry’s biceps as they finally lay together in their bed. “F’course honey, come in and cuddle close to your man, get ya all warm n’ toasty” He shuffled tucking her into his side, her head laying on his arm which was cuddled around her, his lips kissing her temple softly.

“Jus’ gonna tug this down a little bit okay butterfly? Just relax and let me help you fall asleep” Henry whispered against her temple, his hands venturing under her sleep shorts, finding her bare like she always was; in fact he had corrupted her to a point where wearing underwear indoors was a hassle.

“C-can you play with my? you know” Y/n whined tugging on the fingers of his other hand, wanting to experience his touch all over her at once. “With that butterfly? Maybe I have forgotten a little bit” He growled biting her cheek playfully, watching her writhe uncomfortably when he already knew what she wanted, “m-my tits, want you to play with ‘em”

Falling into another beat of silence Henry watched as his wife unbuttoned her top, her breasts falling into their natural place, his hand immediately reaching to massage and play with her tit; her nipples in between his thick fingers. “Such a pretty clit, missed her too butterfly” He moaned rubbing small slow circles onto her button, her small breaths and whimpers filling his ears as she fisted his shirt.

“She missed you too bear, missed you so much” She moaned, letting a few tears fall from the stimulation and the overall emotions flowing through, her husband was finally home and in bed with her; and they were still as madly in love as they were the day he left, more even. “Shh s’okay baby, i’m here now, i’m not leaving you alone ever again. You were so strong, so so proud of you” He reassured squeezing her breasts, while his other hand played with her wet centre gently.

The pads of his fingers running through her slick velvet folds every so often, his eyes enjoying watching her body jerk at every new stimulation. His fingers were so thick and rough, but their motions were so soft when it came to her, her clit now rubbed to a point where every touch caused a mini orgasm in itself. That was what Henry loved about her, she was just so sensitive in all aspects.

“Can feel you getting close butterfly, you’re safe with me, just relax and let me, your husband take care of you. My beautiful wife deserves as such” Their eyes met with so much love, his lips coming down to kiss the tip of her nose, before landing onto her plump lips affectionately.

His mouth accepting all her moans and heavy breaths, her legs shaking as she reached her high. Henry’s fingers continued to rub at her sensitive button, while her hips gently grinded against his hand, his hand feeding her tit into his mouth; his tongue running over her soft flesh that he missed so much. “c-can feel it so good hubs, wanna feel you more, f-fuck I want you closer”

“I love you Y/n Cavill, and not even time can change that” He whispered letting go of her breast with a pop, his lips reconnecting with hers once again, her eyes slowly lidding which meant she was now close to being knocked out cold. “W-well your wife loves you too, Mr.Cavill”

“Mr Cavill huh? I like the sound of that Mrs. Cavill” He said jokingly reaching down for her cavern once again, retracing once he saw her brows furrow and her head shake defiantly. “Okay okay, let’s get my grumpy wifey to sleep, ya think an orgasm would make you happy but-“

“Thought you were going to let me sleep?” Y/n snarked back sassily, smirking Henry arched his brow at her, his wife was now bringing out her bratty side. “Ok ok goodnight baby” He sighed letting her snuggle in closer to his chest, her bare breasts against his torso as she left it unbuttoned, wanting nothing more than to feel him against her. Although within minutes, she had gone from laying beside him, to fully laying on top of him with her arms around his neck and her legs at either side of his hips.

“What are ya doing now butterfly?” He asked looking down at her, “Nothin, just wanted to give you a few goodnight kisses, that a problem?” Henry pursed his lips and shook his head, letting her lips sleepily press against his lazily, their tongues meeting sloppily until both their lips grew swollen and tired.

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star-vibing-prompts · 9 months

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☆Some random ass prompts☆

Feel free to change the pronouns and stuff! Feel free to credit me or something, I don't really care???? Just make sure to claim them as your own.

Also maybe '@' me if you use these! I wanna see what y'all do!<3

"Who said you can have her? If you want her, you'll have to go through me!" "...disappointing but fine."

A is pregnant and B is dead. How is B dead? Who knows? However A is stressed and is still grieving for B. How does the child birth go? Who knows? All up to you.

B invites A to a midnight dinner to discuss some important matters and just what are these important matters that got A all horrified and shocked?

"Hmm...I guess it could work, but will it really?" "I don't know, I'm just going with my gut here." ".....we're all gonna die....."

"I will bite you!" "Oh fuck you!" "...the sexual tension between those two is unreal holy fuck.."

"Hey mama? What's papa doing?" "Your father is being stupid but at this point, I'm used to it." "Is that how you guys met? Him being silly?" "Haha, yes little one. Indeed so."

A is a bit chaotically unhinged and B is a tired workaholic that wants A to calm down for a second so B can confess their feelings to A.

A and B are dating and are planning on getting married very soon, however, C has been feeling very lonely since the two first started dated so they want to join in on the relationship but aren't sure how to bring it up to the two without sounding creepy or awkward or desperate.

C and B are snuggling and A joins in on the snuggling session. Poly ships go brrr!!!

^^^ "Who knew A can be this affectionate when snuggling, huh?" "Haha yeah." "I can hear you y'know? So shut up and let me enjoy this."

Smut prompts! (Read at your own risk)

"Mmm..that's it baby~ just moan for me and me only~"

"Aww~ you're so cute. Do you want your daddy to give you a reward for being such a good girl?~"

"Me. You. Bed. Now."

"Oh? You like it when I bite? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

A is horny as fuck and is usually the dominant one in the relationship but tonight B is horny as fuck and decides to show A how much of a dominant person they really can be.

^^^ A is so into that shit.

B wants to spend quality type with A privately but A is always at work so when they finally have a day off, B had decorated the room to "set the mood". Does A like it or not? All up to you.

B's boss comes to visit B and A, however, he ends up flirting with A while B is fuming with jealousy. However, B easily scoops A and starts aggressively making out with A to prove and show B's boss that A belongs to them only.

"I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a few months! Understand?" "Mm kinky. Why not do it right here and now then babe?~"

"What the fuck are you?" "I'm a sex worker." "..oh-" "Got a problem with that?" "No...but can you fuck me?" "Heh, if that's what you want~"

Yandere prompts!

"You belong to me only darling!"

A shy innocent looking yandere x A tired asf college student

"Aww,,you're so cute and gorgeous when you are all dolled up like this! What's the occasion? You aren't going with that BITCH are you?"

"I love you! I love you! I love you! Wait- hold on- why aren't you saying it back? You do love me back right?" "O- Of course! I lo- I love you too." "Yay! But why are you crying? Who hurt you?!"

A emotionless yandere x A bright sunshine

A is a yandere and practically forced B into a relationship with them by using their secrets and loved ones against them. B is absolutely fucking miserable and probably beyond broken and saving (emotionally wise)

A werewolf yandere x A vampire

"Whoever said you can't leave? You can leave but all you gotta do is tell me where you're going on what day and at what time! Okay love?"

"No! You must stay with me! It's the only way that I can be truly happy! Please! I'm begging you! I love--no--I - I must love you!"

"I promise I'll always be with you but...you gave me no choice, I had to. I had to protect you from him. I'm sorry my love."

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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Sensory Overload

Summary: The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

Requested by @whoooooisthis: "I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing Dean Winchester x autistic reader (with sensory issues, and possibly a hyperfixation on the lore/mythology the boys use to hunt)?"

Pairing: Dean x autistic!reader

Square: Clothes sharing @spnfluffbingo Dean's Flannel @supernatural-jackles

Word Count: 2,489

Warnings: autistic!reader, autism, mentions/implied hyperfixation, anxiety, separation anxiety, ADHD, sensory issues related to autism, stimming, a little angst, a little pining, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling/kissing, mostly fluff

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm really behind on requests. I hope you like it. Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You snuggled more into the comforters, wrapping Dean's pillow tighter around your head to block out the cacophony of sounds in the bunker. The high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway mixed with the constant droning sound of the ventilation system, but neither compared to the silence of your cell phone.

You called the boys fifteen and a half times in the past hour, but still no answer. You were worried, terrified you missed something in the lore that could've led to their demise, because why else haven't they picked up yet. Dean always called you when they finished a hunt with praises on your research skills, you saved their asses plenty of times without even being in the line of fire.

Your forte was in the books, you knew everything about everything, hunters from all parts of the country looked to you for information on vamps, ghouls, djinns, shifters, ghosts, demons, wendigos... You name it, you knew it, and you loved it, spending your days in the library; but sometimes you got a little lost in it and that's when having the boys around really helped.

Dean especially was great at drawing your focus, usually after he'd just tried a new recipe in the kitchen and needed a taste-tester. You didn't have the heart to tell him that most of his 'masterpieces' were mostly inedible, though he did make incredible chocolate chip cookies and apple pie. He made those most often.

You wondered if you'd ever get to taste those again, if the boys would come walking in that bunker door any time soon, if you missed something in the lore. But you had scanned the pages too many times to have missed anything. Something else must've gone wrong.

You couldn't remember how long ago it was that you curled up in Dean's bed. You weren't supposed to be there, you never crawled into his bed unless he was already in it and you couldn't sleep. You started to cry, not heavily, just one or two tears that escaped as you started to rock back and forth and back-

The lights in the room flicked on. You didn't open your eyes until a pair of strong hands pried yours off the edges of Dean's pillow. You met the gaze of the green eyed man of whom you'd come so accustomed to. You've only lived with them for a year now and your diagnosis had never come up, but you couldn't avoid it now, not anymore. Not that you were avoiding it, it just never came up.

You looked away and sat up in his bed. You glanced around at the state his room was in. Dean liked things tidy and you'd made a mess of it. His clothes were thrown over every square inch of his bedroom floor. You glanced back at him, he looked tired but you didn't think he looked angry.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry!" You blurted out, wiping your cheeks dry.

"Okay," Dean eyed the mess, "You wanna tell me why you look so guilty?"

"You didn't answer your phone, you always answer your phone. I got worried. I'm sorry." You hugged yourself and squinted at the bright lights, "C-can you turn those off, please?"

Dean nodded and turned on the bedside lamp, then flicked off the switch for the ceiling lights. You started to relax slightly in the more dim setting, especially now that you knew he was okay. You sucked in a slow breath not wanting to completely lose it in front of him. How long have you been there? You didn't know and hugged his pillow to your chest.

"Better?" He asked, you nodded, "Were you asleep?" You shook your head and tugged on the trim of the pillow case, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I-I was worried," you said, you knew he was looking at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. "Y-you didn't answer your phone."

"Sammy's phone died and I broke mine," he explained, tossing the two pieces of his cell onto the table next to the lamp. You winced at the clattering sound, he noticed but didn't make a comment. Instead he spoke softer, "And that makes you raid my closet?" He asked, pulling on the hem of your shirt sleeve, but you pulled your hand away and you thought you heard him sigh.

You had changed out of your clothes and into his. A pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and the purple plaid of his that you adored. There was just something about his clothes that calmed you, they weren't itchy or confining like yours were. And they smelt like him, at least the flannel did because he'd worn it briefly before he left. You were a little embarrassed when you saw him notice. But Dean never judged you, you loved that about him.

"I needed something soft and your clothes are softer than mine, and it smells like you. It calms me. I'm sorry."

"It's a bit big on you, isn't it, sweetheart?" He laughed and you frowned, "Hey, that was a joke. Y/N?"

You didn't always get his odd sense of humour, he loved sarcasm but you never really understood it, even if you laughed at a couple of his remarks from time to time. You liked it better when he was blatantly silly and told dad-jokes. That's actually how your friendship started out, with bad jokes, that's how he got you out of your shell. With Sam you bonded over research in the library until you surpassed his knowledge and he couldn't teach you anymore, now it was workout routines and health related stuff like early morning runs or protein shakes. You never told Sam that you'd rather eat one of Dean's masterpieces over those protein shakes. But he did start adding berries to yours which helped.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, Y/N, you haven't done anything wrong." He said, furrowing his brow.

You flinched when he tried to touch your hand again, so instead he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. You cleared your throat and mirrored him, crossing your arms over the pillow you continued to squish to your chest.

"I'm on the spectrum, Dean." You said, making eye contact for a second and watching his features soften.

"I didn't know," he shook his head and sighed like he should've though. Because you were good friends, best friends; hell, half the time he flirted with you. Hard. That was probably the one thing he made painfully obvious, when he hit on you. But nothing ever came of it. Yet.

"I don't tell many people, at least not until we get to know each other. I'm not embarrassed or anything, it's a part of me and I like who I am. But some days, I just want to be me, you know? Without the label." You explained, shuffling over a bit when Dean sat next to you on the bed.

"I know what you mean, sweetheart," he chewed on his lip for a moment as if contemplating something, "I have ADHD... This is the first time I've told anyone. I won't give Sam the satisfaction of knowing he was right, he's been saying I have it for years and I just know he'll give me that 'I told you so' smirk he likes so much." He laughed and shrugged, "I'll eventually tell him though... One of these days."

"I know."

His eyes widened, "You do?"

"Yeah," you nodded, still tugging on the welt edge of the pillow case.

"How?"

"It's super obvious, Dean. You have way too much energy for someone your age, you're super impulsive, and you're easily distracted." You rambled your observations on his personality from the past year. Those were exactly the things you loved about him though.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment about my age." He gave you a pointed stare but you could tell he was teasing because he smiled, "Why'd you tell me now?"

"I've known you for a while now, I trust you won't treat me different. Kinda hard to explain all this too," you said, waving your hand to quickly gesture around the room. You hadn't noticed what you were doing in the moment, but now you realized you'd thrown more than half of his wardrobe onto the floor in your search for his softest clothing.

He shrugged, "Could've just said Cas was here. This is nothing, I've seen him do more damage than this before. I'd have believed it."

You shrugged, "I guess, I'm tired of lying to you, or not telling you the whole truth, especially you."

"You can always tell me the truth, sweetheart, and if I can't relate, I'll try to understand." He said, placing his hand between you like he hoped you'd grab it, "You're not alone, Y/N."

"Thank you," you swallowed, staring at his hand. You wanted to reach out but you couldn't convince your hands to let go of the pillow case.

"No, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. I appreciate it and everything you do for us. I honestly think we'd be lost without you. I know I would." He didn't say it in his usual flirting tone, but you knew it wasn't a joke either. There was definitely something more to those four words.

"So, you're not mad about the, y-your room?" You asked, pressing your face into the pillow and side eyeing him.

"No, but I am curious, now that we've brought up this whole honesty thing. What did you think of my last conquest? The bacon corn soufflé, you never did say much." He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and you scrunched up your face, "You know you’re not that great at hiding when you don't like something, why do you think I limit my culinary masterpieces to once a month and instead make cookies and pie mostly now?" He smiled showing off his pearly teeth.

You smiled too, "I could go for some cookies."

"I have half a batch in the freezer, wanna get some with me?"

You shook your head instantly, "It's too loud out there," you motioned to the hallway behind him.

"I have an idea, do you trust me?" He asked and you hesitated but ultimately nodded. Dean pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, "Can I..?" He gestured as if he was going to put the headphones on you and you let him. It was so quiet and peaceful, you honestly don't know why you didn't think of this sooner.

You saw Dean's lips moving and lifted one side of the headphones, "What?"

"I said," he chuckled softly, "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll come get you for cookies and milk, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed and pulled the comforters up, holding them under your chin.

Dean ducked out of the room with a fresh pair of sweats and a tee tucked under his arm. Stopping at the door to glance back at you quickly. You gave him a soft smile and snuggled down into the bed again.

It felt like he was only gone for a second when he returned freshly showered with damp hair and smelling of, lavender? He used your body wash again, that always made you giggle; when tough-guy Dean smelt of pretty purple flowers.

He sat on the bed next to you and you lifted the headphones again, "Snack time?" He asked.

You glanced at the open bedroom door behind him and shook your head, "It's too bright." You let the headphones fall back into place and Dean raised a finger as if he needed a minute and disappeared out the door.

The lights in the hallway dimmed to half their brightness and Dean returned with a grin plastered on his face. He spread out his arms and raised his brows and you found the same smile plastered on your own face as you slid out of bed and followed him into the hall.

Dean left the lights off in the kitchen and grabbed the freezer bag of chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. He split open the bag and dug one out to hand to you, then popped one between his own lips, letting the warmth from his mouth defrost the dough before biting into it.

You sat on the counter and watched Dean move around the kitchen in the dark. He knew it like the back of his hand and in no time at all, there was a glass of milk in his hand and another one next to you. You shared the cookies until there were none and polished off your milk. Dean took the glasses and placed them in the sink before turning to you.

It was a comfortable silence as he stood in front of you but you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second at a time. Until you caught his top lip and started laughing. You gestured to his milk-moustache and he chuckled by the roll of his shoulders and wiped it away. You wiped your mouth, just in case you had one too. He nodded his head towards the hallway and you followed him back to his room.

You already made up your mind that you were staying with him tonight and since he didn't push you towards your own room, you figured he was fine with that. You crawled into bed and lifted the headphones from your ears. You didn't really want to sleep with them on and you were feeling better now.

Dean grabbed the remote from his bedside table, "What do you say we watch a movie?"

"I don't think I'm up for a movie, De." You said, turning on your side to face him.

"Why not?" He replaced the remote and scooted down in bed next to you. Surprisingly he didn't make any move to touch you after his last few failed attempts and instead propped his head on his hand so he could look down at you comfortably.

"The screen moves too fast and I just need quiet, I still feel on edge a little bit." You explained.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked.

"Hold me," you said, suddenly wanting to feel him surrounding you. He shifted closer and pulled you into his arms tentatively, "Tighter." He hugged you more, "Tighter." He squeezed you.

You sighed and nuzzled your face against his chest, feeling everything melt away as you melted into him. He kissed the top of your head with no intention of letting go and gave you another squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “Dean? Can we get a dog?" This was an ongoing battle you were determined to win.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head again, "Only if I get to pick the name."

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zeltqz · 2 years

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clouded || shuji hanma .

S U M M A R Y - You decide to take it a step further in your relationship with Shuji--taking him to visit your family and he thinks it would be a great idea to fuck with you during the family dinner.

T A G S - fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral sex, vaginal fingering, pet name, dirty talk, bathroom sex, spit kink (hanma is nasty as hell), overstimulation

N O T E S - i wanna improve on my smut so like....lmk how you liked it plz

W O R D C O U N T - 4.8k

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“Shuji?”

Your soft voice is barely reaching his ears. His body is tired and shut down as he lays in bed, eyes glued shut—but responds regardless. Using all his energy, he manages to mutter out a groan as a response.

You shift so you're facing him, drumming your fingers along his chest as you ask him the question you’d been waiting for your entire 2 year relationship.

“Do you wanna meet my parents?”

Your family is pretty strict—which is why you kept your relationship a secret for this long. They’re the typical no sex before marriage type, no relationship until marriage (which you’d told them countless times make no sense, but they refuse to hear you out).

They have no clue you have a boyfriend, in fact how they found out was an accident. You were calling them from your house phone, checking in on them since the last time you’d seen them in person was a couple months ago, when Shuji called your name from upstairs.

Shuji has a loud distinct voice and your mother has super-hearing, so it was only expected for her to hear the loud call of —‘Babe, c’mere real quick’—. You were frozen as your mother bombarded you with questions:

“You have a boyfriend?!”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“When do we get to meet him?!”

You panicked and blurted out this weekend, since you were planning on heading back out to the countryside to go see them regardless. Now that was sorted, the only thing left on your list was to get Shuji to come with you.

Shuji is… well… not the best person with his words. You know for a fact he’s going to blurt some bullshit out at the dinner table and make your parents hate his guts for the rest of your life.

And Shuji isn’t the type of guy you can just bring home to your parents. For one the tattoo’s. You had a migraine just thinking about how your parents would react to his tattoo’s. Your mother would most definitely faint, your father would drag him out the house and tell you to stop dating such a ‘thuggish delinquent’.

(You know he would because when your sister at 19 years old brought home her delinquent boyfriend, he reacted the exact same way).

You also know that it would take Shuji a lot of convincing to try get him to come see your parents — which is why you planned on asking him while he was half asleep, knowing he would just say yes to everything you were asking him to get you to shut up and let him sleep.

“Shuji?” You ask again to see if his body had shut down yet. When you see his body twist to face you, his eye opens just barely, you know he’s still awake. “Have you ever thought about visiting my parents?”

“Hm?”

You groan, knowing you’re going to have to repeat yourself at least three more times before he gets it. “I said, do you wanna meet my parents?”

“Mm-h-hm sure.”

“For real? It’s this weekend, and I’ll need you to cover up your tattoo’s and be on your best behaviour the entire day. Okay?”

“Yeah…sure whatever babe.” He shifts into a more comfortable position and drifts off to sleep. You take a deep breath before turning off the lamp on your bedside table, snuggling up next to him as you fall asleep.

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“Can’t believe you’re making me do this shit.” Shuji throws his head back against the head of the seat as cringes as he feels you apply foundation on his hands—just over his tattoo’s. The coldness wetting his skin with every press of the beauty blender.

“Stop complaining and give me your other hand.” He obliges, lifting his right hand and braces himself for the cold squelch of the foundation on his palms.

He hates makeup.

“Can’t believe you hafta do this crap every fuckin’ day.” He misses his tats already, his skin feels bare and naked being all covered up like this. Just moments before he drove to your parents house, you were running around different makeup stores, trying to find his shade.

He thought you were just playin’ about covering up his tats, like it was just a stupid prank to get him ready to meet your strict parents. But the moment he parked the car and you asked him to give you his hands, he knew it wasn’t a prank nomore.

“Stop complaining Shuji,” you pause your dapping to apply more foundation onto his hands. “I promise you my parents will love you. As long as you keep your mouth shut and act normal.”

“I do act normal.”

“You and I both know that’s not true, Shuji.”

He lets out a giggle and bites his bottom lip to suppress his laugh. It’s true—he’s a fucked up individual and you know it too—which is why he appreciates you so much. You accept him for who he is and don’t want him to change for anybody.

Except for today. But it’s understandable. It’s your parents. If today goes badly, then well… your future together won’t be as smooth as it would if today goes well. Which is why he’s willing to make the effort to be a gentleman.

Just for today though.

“Are you done yet?” He’s starting to get impatient, having to hold his arm out for you to apply fucking make up on his hands. It’s tiring.

“No—your tats are so thick, I need to apply multiple coats.”

“How bout—” Shuji removes his hand away from yours and lifts your chin up to face him “—you stop stressing, and let’s head inside already.”

“Do you promise to be on your best behaviour?” You drop the makeup supplies onto the chair as he’s lifting you from your seat, placing you perfectly onto his lap.

“I promise baby.” The corner of his lips tilting up crookedly as he brushes his nose against yours. He can feel you physically relax ontop of him and he realises that this is really important to you. Your parents' opinion of him.

He frankly doesn’t give two fucks about what your parents think of him. If they hate him, he’d continue dating you because he wants to. And he’d even marry you out of spite—just to piss them off.

Even give them front row seats to the wedding. Heh—he’s already cheesing just thinking about the irritated looks on your parents face.

“Why are you smiling?” You notice the grin on his face is one that reeks of mischief and you start to panic again, “Hanma, if you’re planning somethin—”

“Relaxxxx, m’not plannin’ anythin’.”

You lift your arms up to place them behind his head, scratching your fingers along the hairs at the back of his head. “I’m so nervous.”

He leans in and kisses you. It’s short and quick and you realise it was a kiss to just reassure you. Before he could tell you everything would be just fine, there’s a knock on the car window, and you both turn to face the woman.

All colour drains from your face as you realise who’s at the window. Your auntie who’s giving you an odd stare as she sees you perched on Shuji’s lap, engaging in a kissing session.

Shuji simply raises his brow—because who the fuck is this bitch to interrupt his time with you. He watches you as you scramble wind the window down, a forced fake smile on your face as you greet the woman.

The moment the words ‘auntie’ leave your lips, his amusement perks up. No wonder you've looked like you’d just seen the ghosts of your ancestors outside that window.

“Auntie? Hahaha, what are you doing here?” You try to act like you’re not sitting on your boyfriend’s lap right now. Even if you tried to move, you’d probably hit your feet along the gearbox and just embarrass yourself further. So you swallow hard and stay planted on his lap.

“I’m visiting your parents…” her eyeline trails over to Shuji, “and who’s this?”

“This? He’s my boyfriend. But, um, what do you mean you’re seeing my parents? I thought it was just me and them today?”

“No? It’s a family get-together. Your grandparents, uncles, siblings and cousins are there.” She calls over to her son and he walks into frame, holding a tray of food. The aroma hits you like a slap in the face and Shuji’s brain malfunctions. Fuck—he’s so hungry.

“Did you bring any food?” She sticks her head inside the car, eyeing the foundation bottle at the front of the car. The backseat is empty and her face falls into a slight frown. “Oh. I see nothing is prepared.”

You just want to sink into the chair and die. Shuji feels you deflate ontop of him and rubs circles into your waist, trying to soothe you. The action doesn’t go unmissed by your auntie and you subtly try to get him to stop, but he doesn’t listen.

She stands up and readjuts her clothes. “Well, I’ll see you inside? C’mon let’s go.” Your cousin gives you a little wave before following his mother across the street and disappearing inside the house.

“Well, that’s off to a good start.” You sigh and rest your head in the crook of his neck. His plain palm comes up and rubs your back, kissing your forehead, muttering something like it’ll be okay.

You’re a bit shocked he hasn’t felt the pressure yet. It’s not just visiting your parents anymore—it’s now the whole family. If you were in his position, you’d be shitting yourself yet he looks so relaxed…and unbothered.

“Ready to head inside?”

You wish you stayed inside that car, because the moment you entered, all eyes were on you. Your auntie clearly went and told the entire house about the PDA session going on in the car just moments prior because your father was burning holes into Shuji’s head as he towered behind you.

Your sister appreciated him and welcomed him with open arms because she knows how it feels to be in your position—except the entire family wasn’t present for her—your mother also welcomed him and you were glad because there was no fainting which is a good sign.

Shuji could practically feel a hole being burnt through his head the entire hour he was there. That stare from your father was doing a horrible job at trying to intimidate him. If anything, it made Shuji want to act out even more.

His fingers were itching with the want and need to give your aunties and uncles a sly stupid remark at everything they were saying at the dinner table. He could tell you wanted to leave with that forced smile on your face with every failed joke your relatives made.

He’s had enough honestly.

Besides, he couldn’t really eat the food with the uncomfortable stares he was receiving from your dad. Standing up from the table, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You felt like having a panic attack, the way your auntie was subtly taking jabs at you the entire dinner.

The moment you entered that bathroom, you splashed water on your face, trying to cool your burning hot face. You were mad, ashamed and upset. You were so excited for today and it just doesn’t feel like a family reunion.

You were so mad, you forgot to even lock the door. Well—you think you locked the door, only to see the lock becoming undone in the mirror. Shuji had picked the locks and entered the bathroom, locking it behind him.

“What are you—”

You’re shut up when he tips forward to kiss you, adding pressure into the kiss as he tips your chin up to kiss you deeper. You’re confused—but you accept the kisses because you really needed this.

It’s not the most appropriate thing to be making out with your boyfriend in the bathroom whilst the whole family is downstairs—but you’re past caring now.

He is your stress reliever; and you are his.

You can taste the seasoning from the food your grandparents made on his tongue as he kisses you passionately, hands on your hips to hold you in place in case you feel like running away.

When he notes you have no intention of leaving—he takes it up a notch, breaking the kiss to pin you up against the wall. The moment you feel his hands sliding up your thighs to lift you up and off the ground—you snap out of the little trance you were in.

“Shu—shuji, m-my parents are down—”

“Don’t care.” The vibrations from his voice tickles your neck as he trails sloppy kisses along the column of your throat, up to your jaw before stopping by your ear, “Need you so bad—fuck.”

That’s when you can feel it, just brushing against your thigh, his cock is prominent and hard, poking into your skin. He can’t go back down there like this. Not with everything that’s already happened so far.

You grab onto his face and smash your lips together, trying to keep the noise down to a minimum as he sighs into your mouth. Dragging your hands down his chest, you rest them just along his bulge, sliding your fingers along his length, relishing in the grunts and moans you graciouslly swallow up as you deepen the kiss.

He pulls away and mutters something into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin to distract you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, head knocking against the wall as you give him more access to your neck. His lips always feel so good, always enough to satisfy you.

There’s a wet sensation on your skin as he drags his tongue along your neck before latching his lips onto the skin and sucking hard. You don’t even realise what he’s doing until you can practically feel the blood rushing to that spot on your neck.

He’s giving you hickey.

“S-shuji, no marks–!” You groan when he doesn’t listen to you, in fact he’s heard you—he just doesn’t care. The wet suction on your neck feels so good—like he’s memorised all your special spots, almost has your eyes rolling back. You feel weak beneath him as his lips start sucking and nipping at your skin.

He can’t decide where to leave marks, so he alternates between your jaw and neck as his hands slide up to your top. “Take this shit off.” He mutters before getting back to work, teeth sinking into your skin like a vampire.

You whimper but oblige anyway—knowing that disobeying him gets nowhere. Sliding your fingers under your blouse, you lift it up and over your head. By the time you get it over your head, you can see Shuji’s eyes already oogling at your chest.

“Stop doing that, you pervert.” You reach behind you to unfasten the straps of your bra and the moment it falls to the ground, his huge palm is already grabbing your breasts, moulding them to his liking in his hands.

You can’t help but bite your lip—his hands feel so good. You regret covering his palms because you enjoy seeing the words ‘Sin’ and ‘Punishment’ on your skin everytime he manhandles you, or fucks you into oblivion, or plays with your tits in such a manner that has your knees failing to work.

“Shuji—wash it off.”

He flicks his eyes up at you. “Hm? Wash what?”

You know he knows what you’re talking about. That stupid grin on his face says otherwise. You push at his chest, creating some distance between the two of you so you can slide down to the ground. Grabbing onto his wrists, you walk over to the sink and run the taps. “Wash it off.”

“Yes ma’am.” The foundation rinses off easily, the big black and bold kanji reappearing on his hands. God—they’re so hot. You lift his hand up to your lips and press a soft kiss along his skin whilst looping your other arm around his neck, pulling him down to your level for a kiss.

He tugs his hands free from your grip and slides them down your body, gripping your ass through your leggings with pure nonchalance. His fingers squeeze and roll the flesh in his palms and it almost hurts, but you like it so much.

He lifts you easily onto the sink, the position is very uncomfortable but before you could shift into a more comfortable position, his fingers are sliding over your clit through your leggings. You moan softly as he presses firm against your nub.

“Raise your head f’me.”

“No more marks—please—” You swallow before tilting your neck to the side, allowing him to run his lips along your skin once more. The moment you feel his lips suction against your skin, you let out an annoyed groan, trying to rip his face away from your neck.

His hand is around your throat so fast you didn’t even comprehend when he had moved it. The chokehold prevents your movements and allows him to mark you up, kissing along your jawline and leaving red marks on the way.

You know for a fact it’ll be a pain to go back downstairs like this, and worse thing worse you didn’t bring any spare foundation for yourself.

Fucking Hanma Shuji.

“You promised me yo—you’d behave.” You manage to choke out. You swallow hard when his laugh vibrations along your skin, the urge to shove him away from you grows by the second.

“Plans change.” Was his response as he uses the grip on your throat to tug you down from the sink and onto your knees. “Now c’mon—” he runs his fingers along your lips before sinking his thumb into your wet mouth, “—gonna show me how pretty your mouth is?”

He looks at you as if he’s expecting you to respond despite having his thumb lodged so far into your mouth. You resort to nodding and reach up to his zipper, only for him to slap your hands away.

He pulls his cock out like it’s on display and it almost slaps you in the face. You always forget how big he is, despite fucking him so often. It was something you were scared of at first—now it’s something you crave. Whether it’s down your throat or shoved deep inside you to the point it’s bruising.

You. Don’t. Care.

“C’mon—need to feel you, princess.” Shuji grunts, tapping the blunt head against your lips, the movement smearing precum along your bottom lip. He groans when he sees your tongue dart out to lick at your bottom lip, savouring the salty taste of his cum on your tongue. “Dirty bitch.”

Your brows furrow at the insult. “Me? Dirty? I’ll never forget the time you spat inside my mo—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your facial muscles are flinching and your eyes squeeze shut as you feel something wet hit your cheek. Your mouth falls open in shock at the retaliation he just spat on you.

“Oops.” He giggles, bending down and using your already mouth to his advantage— gathering more spit inside his mouth before spitting into your mouth. You whimper and groan before swallowing, brows creased in annoyance as he smiles down at you. “Now suck my cock—before it falls off.”

Lifting your forearm up, you cringe while wiping the spit dribbling down your cheek. The sounds of his giggles above you just irritate you even more, but you’re leaning forward anyway, fingers ready to grab his shaft, squeezing tight at the base as you tongue along his tip.

“Shit—” He hisses and closes his eyes, allowing himself to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock. Sliding your tongue down his shaft, you apply pressure to the prominent vein that leads down to the base. “Goddamn—your fuckin’ mouth—”

He grabs his tip and grips onto your head, tugging you back before shoving his cock into your mouth. You barely even get time to breath as he fucks your face like a man that doesn’t love you at all. It’s noisy and messy and you’re damn sure if it wasn’t for the music blasting downstairs in the living room then the entire family would’ve heard the lewd noises coming from the bathroom.

The pain from your scalp, along with the burn in your throat makes this unbearable, but you can feel yourself getting wetter. It’s shameful, it really is.

You’ll never admit it to him; but you enjoy the feeling of being used and spat on by him.

You know you should feel ashamed, your family is downstairs whilst you’re getting your throat fucked just upstairs. Yet your fingers slip inside your leggings to rub at your clit. It amazes you how wet you are, wet enough to just stick your fingers inside you straight up.

The moan you gargle around his cock sends vibrations up his entire body and he opens his eyes and looks down at you finger fucking yourself as you choke on his cock. “You’re rea—fuck— really fuckin’ slutty. Look at you.”

You can’t help but whimper as he reangles his hips to thrust even deeper down your throat. His hands gripping tight on your face as he watches the shiny layer of spit coating his cock disappear everytime he re-enters your mouth. “Fuck—m’gonna come.”

You gargle something around cock and his hips stutter, before one last hard thrust and you feel his cum seeping down your throat. His hand on your head is pressing you against his pelvis to the point as he calms down from his orgasm.

The wet squelch as he pulls out, followed by the loud strings of coughs that escape your mouth. Your throat burns, your voice is hoarse but before you could process anything, you feel yourself being lifted from the ground and placed onto another hard surface.

The awkward dip by your ass makes you realise he sat you down by the sink.

“Sorry baby, went a bit too far, didn’t I?” He coos, nudging your nose with his own and he presses small pecks onto your lips, “but it’s alright, gonna make you feel s’good.”

He takes the fingers you used to finger yourself and sucks on them. It tickles, feeling his tongue lap up the slick remaining on your fingers. You watch with wide eyes and parted lips as your fingers disappear into his mouth.

He pops them out with a loud pop noise before sinking down to his knees. Using two harge hands, he spreads your thighs apart and tugs you forward slightly, a loud yelp escaping you as you brace your hands against the sink before you fall off.

He runs his tongue along your clothed slit, mouthing at your cunt through the thin fabric of your leggings. “What’s gotten you so sensitive, hm?” He smiles between your legs as he feels your thighs quiver with every lick he gives you.

“Shuji—please— fuck—!” You try to remove your leggings, desperate to feel his hot tongue against your clit. His hands stop you just before you can pull them down.

“Nah-uh. Not yet. Gotta savour this.” His fingers leave dents on your thighs with how hard he’s gripping onto them, mouthing against your clothed cunt like a man starved. “You’re already drippin, can feel it even with these on.”

His finger hooks between the band of your legging, pulling back before letting go, allowing it to snap against your stomach.

“Shuujiiii, c’mon—ple-please.” It’s embarrassing how breathless you sounded already. Embarrassing to the point he even felt pity for you. The relief you felt when he finally slid your leggings down along with your panties, hips lifting up off the sink for easier access.

The moment you dropped your hips back down, you winced from the coldness from the sink. But you immediately fell into moans as he started to lap up your slit. Sliding the flat of his tongue down from your clit, tickling against your hole before sliding back up. His lips suction around your clit and you have to fight the urge to not scream. A hand leaving the sink to cover your mouth. Soft pants escape you as he digs his face further into your thighs, nose brushing against your clit as his tongue pushes past your tight hole.

His skilled tongue expands enough to stretch your inner walls as he tongue fucks you at a pace that shouldn’t even be humanely possible.

“Fuck,” you whimper into your palm, grinding your hips further into his face for more friction. Your other hand, clutching tightly against the sink to keep you upright. The skin on your fingers changes colours with how hard your grip was.

You throw your head back as you feel him slide his tongue out, replacing it almost instantly with a finger that slips in way too easily. His tongue flicks at your clit before sucking down hard, enough to make you bite the skin of your palm to seal your noises.

As if you thought the situation couldn’t get bad enough, you hear footsteps climbing up the stairs before the door handle jingles. It was a miracle Shuji locked the door after he entered—otherwise you would be screwed.

Loud knocks erupt and you feel Shuji pause his minstrations on your clit. Purple eyes boring into your own as he examines the panicked look on your face.

“Y/N? You’ve been in that bathroom a long time, everything alright?”

You let out a deep breath, realising it’s only your cousin. One around your age and not some judgment aunt or uncle ready to break the door down to grab you and drag you downstairs.

“I’m good, yeah. Just fixing my makeup.”

“Ahhh, I get the feeling—” You hear a thud on the door, as if she’s leaning her body against the door “—need any help? It’s always faster with a third party—”

“No!! I’m good, don’t need any help. Thank you though.”

“Yeah? Okay Miss Independent. Whatcha re-doin? Foundation or—”

“Just eyeliner.”

Hanma starts to get irritated and bored by this conversation about makeup products he doesn’t care about.

“Ooh! I have this really pretty purple eyeliner. Next time we meet, I can give it to you.”

“Yeah, I would like that a l—lot–ah fuck!—” Your voice trails off into a moan when Shuji resumues his previous actions, swiping his tongue along your clit with a loud slurp that you pray didn’t reach behind the door.

“...Y/N… everything alright?”

You try to push his head away from you, but he digs his face even deeper, even almost moaning as he flicks his tongue in between your folds, slurping at the slick that graces your folds.

“I-I’m fine—” you pray she doesn’t realise how shaky your voice is, “Just stabbed my eye…. by accident—”

“See! You do need help! C’mon lemme help you, like old times—”

“NO! Just no. I got this, please—” There was a silence in the room, well silent aside from the obnoxiously loud slurps coming from the man between your legs.

“Okay… if you say so.” You can hear her footsteps start up before there’s another slight knock on the door, “‘N tell Hanma there’s food and drinks downstairs. He sounds starved.”

Hanma pulls off your clit with a loud suction and giggles, his hair tickling your skin as it brushes against your thighs.

“I’ll let him know…” You sound defeated and embarrassed. At least this time Shuji has the decency to wait until he can hear her footsteps fade down the stairs before standing up between your legs.

“As much as I wanna fuck you into the floor until you’re screaming my name—I feel like the rest of your family will be a huge pain in my ass if I don’t get you back down there. And I already have enough holes in my head from your dad’s stare so…”

You chuckle under your breath before sliding off the sink. Your knees feel wobbly but it’s managable. Shuji helps you back into your blouse and leggings and watches as you walk over to the mirror, frowning at the amount of hickies left on your neck and jaw.

“Fuck— how am I gonna hide this….”

“Dunno.” He doesn’t seem to care as he slides his hands down your waist and dips his head between your neck. Pressing soft kisses along your shoulder as you’re having a mid-life crisis in the mirror.

“Don’t leave any more marks, Shuji.”

The two of you make eye-contact in the mirror, your gaze is serious and concentrated whilst his own is laidback and nonchalant. You groan as he breaks the staring contest to kiss up the back of your neck up to your shoulders again.

“No promises.”

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chosoguapo · 1 year

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HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS husband!choso x blkfem (s/h) ⤷ content warning: husband!choso headcanons (christmas themed), fluff, multiple creampies implied, matting press, dirty talk, squirting, pet name usage — bunny & baby, implied that y’all have kids.

signed mumu . . . this is apart of @hiraizens A WHITE CHRISTMAS collab. just to let you all know the reader is going to be described as black and having black features. yes, i am perfectly fine with someone who isn’t black reading this. all i ask is that you are respectful and don’t make me feel uncomfortable in my own space or black spaces <3 (also “s/h” refers to she/her pronouns). wattpad link — ao3 link.

HUSBAND!CHOSO that doesn’t like you having to work. its not that he doesn’t think you are capable of keeping a job. he just takes comfort in knowing where is precious bunny is at all times. coming home to the kids tucked in and you in the kitchen in that beautiful nightgown around your figure. just imagining you doing any kind of simply tasks can make him get a hard on at the office.

HUSBAND!CHOSO, who enjoys dressing up for christmas. he doesn’t particularly care for holidays in his own regard, but if it makes someone he loves happy. then he’ll go all out. of course you two would be mr. and mrs. clause while the kids were your elves.

HUSBAND!CHOSO, who likes to fuck you slowly while your dressed up in your sexy christmas themed lingerie. he doesn’t want you to have any visible markings while out in public — even though you’ve told him multiple times that it’s okay. he just doesn’t think it’s right to mess up a beautiful body such as yours.

HUSBAND!CHOSO, who comes home late after staying for a annoying three hour board meeting on chirstmas eve. coming through the door with stoic facial expression while wiping down his face from the amount of stress he was feeling. his mood immediately changes once he sees you and the kids snuggled up on the couch.

HUSBAND!CHOSO who loves teasing you. with the hassle of preparation that you’ve been doing for christmas. he hasn’t been able to tease you without the kids interrupting your private time. finally with them being away and he could be able to touch in all the places he wanted to put in the open.

“you feel so good bunny” choso cooed in your ear. it been a while since he felt how good your walls are around his dick. he had been fucking you for hours, not giving you a single break. “please choso, i c-cant” you begged, feeling your legs aching from the matting press position you were in.

“please what, baby? you know you have to you use your words.” he teased. choso knew exactly what you were implying, he’s just so intoxicated by how by how sensitive your body is from the multiple orgasm you’ve had tonight. “it’s too mu-“ you were cut off by another deep thrust from choso in the middle of your sentence.

he slightly grins from your reaction. “just one more for me baby, i know you can do it” he whispers. one of his hand grouped your boob, toying with your stiff nipple. his other hand rubbing on your juicy clit. choso was making you feel like you were on a ecstasy trip that you didn’t wanna come down from. a shaky nod at him gave choso all the affirmation he needed to keep going. “that’s my pretty girl.”

HUSBAND!CHOSO, who’s favorite thing to add into the mix of your pleasure is that toy you keep hidden in the bottom left drawer. your bare naked body lays on choso’s chest as he reaches for your pink dildo that he held as a special surprise. choso cuts it onto the highest setting, “you can handle this can’t you bunny?” he lustfully says.

you were too tired to even give a actual response to his question. opening your legs wider as a “yes” for him to enter the dildo into your pussy. your fists tangled around the sheets, with tears further ruining your already runny eyeliner. just from the vibrations from the you could feel your orgasm coming in a matter of seconds.

your body tensing while laying on choso, turned him on so much. he couldn’t help but also get his hands on that pretty clit of yours. “mmm baby” you moaned out. your fingernails gripping into choso arms while did thrusts to the movement of his fingers. he knew your were about to just fork how anxious he could tell you were.

cupping your face with his other hand, he leaned his face closer to yours. closing the gap by locking your lips together. your loud moans being muffled into each kiss, while choso rubbed your clit faster. you began feel dizzy as the overwhelming sensation you were feeling became to much. pulling away from the kiss, choso tells you “you’re doing so good baby” to encourage you to cum. without you even realizing jets of of squirt released on the bed and choso’s fingers. bringing his finger up his mouth, choso sucks all the juices from his fingers. “i love you” he says as he reaches for the towel on the bed side dresser to clean up the messy, messy sex you two had.

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem! Reader

Warnings: second part of this writing is smut so beware, fluff, a bit of insecurities

A/n: I don’t write much about Theo but I’ve had a suffocating obsession with him for so fucking long!! I can’t bottle up those thoughts in my head anymore so I just have to share those with you guys

Theodore Nott dating headcanons

Okay, hear me out, Theo had the fattest crush on you for at least four months before he ever actually approached you! It’s most probable for you to share some of your classes and he happened to sit next to you or behind you, getting to hear your little chats with your friends or even having full conversations with you personally

He would def ogle you from across the great hall during all meals, and not gonna lie - it freaked the fuck out of you at first. Because Theodore doesn’t have this ‘I’m so painfully in love with you’ stare, but rather a ‘I wanna slit your throat with a salad knife’ kind of stare, yk? But once you’ve had a nice chat with him all your worries evaporated bc this boy is a total sweetheart, just a bit shy and introverted

Theo would be very clear with his intentions from the very beginning, so when he asked you out for the first time he added a timid “But I mean it as a date, if you don’t mind” at the end, his cheeks growing rosy and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at how adorable Theo looked

Mean to everyone but you trope!! It’s no secret that Theo is all grumpy and gloomy, no one gets surprised by his rather rash mood swings (which are usually bad mood changing to disastrously bad mood), but when he’s with you? Boy, that is a whole another person - he’s all smiley and flirty, joking around, trying to see that precious smile of yours he adores so much

He remembers everything, and I mean everything, about you. What your hobbies are, things that you are interested in, your favorite actors and singers, which flavors and fragrances you like and which you don’t etc. I swear, this man pays more attention to your little whims than to his classes

He loves snuggles so much🥺 His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to Theodore, and his father, being a strict and reserved person he is, wasn’t able to give that parenting love and tenderness to his son, so Theo is touch-starved for sure. He loves every kind of physical touch - handholding, hugging, cuddling, kissing, snuggling - bring it all in

So so devoted. He had been dying for being close to you for so long, and now that he finally has you - there’s no way he’s going to fuck everything up with some stupid flings. In fact, Theodore is all about long-term relationships, and I feel like even an idea of having a one-night stand deeply disgusts him

But Theodore is also very possessive. And it’s not like he doesn’t trust you enough, it’s all the people around you that cannot be trusted. But it’s also his insecurities talking in him - what if you find someone better? Someone smarter and more attractive and you’ll leave him, heartbroken and lonely. Theo is deeply attached to you, and even the thought of you breaking up with him hurts poor boy deeply

Theo has some anger management issues, so there are times when he asks you to leave him alone to cool down, so that he won’t say anything to you in a fit of fury that he’ll heavily regret afterwards

Random dances are really a thing in your relationship! Very often you find yourself waltzing with Theo to a non-existent tune in your head, spinning each other around and giggling like small kids. And if you don’t know how do waltz - don’t worry! Being a pure-blood automatically means being good at ball dances, Theo will teach you everything! And don’t worry about accidentally stomping on his shoes- he will never get mad or tell you off for that

Omg omg imagine being too careless and leaving blotches of your shiny microglitter lipgloss on his cheeks, chin and around his lips, not noticing them in a dim light. And Theo being absolutely clueless, walking around the castle all sparkly, not understanding why his slytherin pals are snickering and smiling slyly at him

I kinda have a feeling, that when you start dating Theo - you get Blaise Draco and Pansy as an additional gift. No matter what you two are doing or where you are - there will always be one or all of those around, teasing the shit out of both of you (mostly Theo)

Smokes like a fucking locomotive! But Theo will try his best to tame it if you chide him for that, leading to him being moodier due to lack of nicotine and untamed oral fixation. Or you’ll just start smoking as well, chain-smoking together and stealing each other’s lighters

NSFW

So as I already mentioned, Theodore is a long-term relationship kind of person, meaning that he needs a strong emotional connection with certain person to have sex with them. I strongly believe that he had every kind of fiste sexual experience with you - making out, grinding, mutual masturbation, oral and sex itself. To put it simply - Theo was a complete virgin

I think Theo would postpone any kind of sexual experience with you for as long as possible, too afraid to make you feel pressured or thinking that he’s with you only for sex. Actually, it’s more likely for you to initiate anything of that sort, and he still asks you “Are you sure that you want it?” every five minutes. Isn’t he adorable?🥺

But once you’ve actually had sex, Theodore can’t help but be desperate for more. He tries to suppress those distracting thoughts of doing oh so unholy things to your precious body as much as he can, but he crawls to you so needy and whiny just two days after, begging to be close to you again. And how can you say no when he stares down at you with those puppy eyes, whispering about how pretty you are and how horny he gets just from thinking about you

Omg he defo had wet dreams about you before you started dating. Imagine Theo trying his hardest to not think about you, annoyed by how hard he had fallen, and his subconscious playing evil jokes on poor boy, giving him some pretty livid pictures of you two together. Not so innocent pictures, I must note. Okay, not innocent at all. Dreams in which you were sat on top of him, looking down at Theo with those alluring beautiful eyes of yours, your breasts on full display right before his eyes. Or where he was laying in-between your legs, pleasuring you with all he had. The first time it ever happened Theo was shaken awake by Blaise who was mumbling something about oversleeping. Thanks Merlin Theo was laying on his side, so that his painful boner wasn’t poking so obviously through layers of his blankets. He was so embarrassed by himself he couldn’t even look at you for the next few days

He doesn’t makes too much noise during sex. Theodore is a quiet person in general - he talks only when it’s necessary and prefers to listen to others instead. That be said - he loooves hearing you moan and whimper and plea and babble in pleasure, so don’t even try to hold all those sweet little noises in. He really feels awkward about making any noises himself, but he lets you know just how good you make him feel with his facial expressions, long sighs and countless praises muttered into your ears with his ‘sexy Theo voice’

Loves loves loves eating pussy. Oh, this man goes absolutely feral, working his mouth on you, tongue flicking over your clit in quick tight circles, giving an occasional suck. And this man has completely mastered (with your help, of course) the perfect combination of tongue and fingers, being able to give you a mind-blowing orgasm in just five minutes

Marking marking marking marking. Leaves marks everywhere he can - your neck, chest, shoulders, tummy, thighs- everywhere. And please, please leave marks on his as well - leave hickeys and bite-marks in the most obvious places - he’d never cover them in his life, wearing them as the most treasured jewelry - just let everyone know that he’s yours

One of Theodore’s biggest turn-ons is spitting in your mouth and making you swallow it. No I’m not sorry for that

His favorite position is definitely missionary, where Theo is half-lying on top of you, intense skin against skin contact, your legs draped around his hips, pounding deep and slow into your dripping pussy, all while gazing into your eyes lovingly

Omgomg imagine having passionate sex with Theo with lots of heavy touching and open-mouthed kisses all while songs from “Awaken, My Love!” album by Childish Gambino are blaring on the background *chokes on spit and tears*

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