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thebimbopalace · 3 months

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ᥫ᭡. 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁. older bf!nanami hcs that live in my dreams w/ tiny drabbles attached. sfw + n*fw

.ᐟ contains — f!reader, explicit content (mdni), foul language, age gap (reader : early twenties, nanami : late twenties), feminine pet names, reader is in college, use of y/n, fingering, riding, spanking

.ᐟ authors note — this is very self indulgent (especially the first set of hcs). i just want an older boyfriend to stroke my hair and call me a good girl.

older bf!nanami who takes you on weekly trips to barnes and noble. he knows that reading is your way of escaping from the stresses in your life (which he tries to make go away) so, he figures to indulge you whenever you’re feeling down about anything.

older bf!nanami wants you to know money is no object when it comes to what you want. your happiness and mental well-being are a top priority for him. although he expects you to complain when he does spoil you. and you always do, not that it matters to him. he just finds it adorable.

“but kento—“, “but nothing my love, you want books you’re going to get them,” nanami says adamantly as he drags you by the wrist into the bookstore. the smell of paper and coffee beans fills your nose and you visibly relax. it’s like all your worries just melt away, almost as if they never existed. nanami looks at you and smiles fondly as he sees the creases in between your brows go away, your shoulders in their natural resting position, and your eyes sparkle with excitement as they skim the massive bookshelves. nanami grabs a basket, takes your hand, and walks you towards the escalator. “you can get anything you want my sweet, no limits.”

older bf!nanami would take care of you. always making sure you’re eating enough, drinking enough water, and getting sufficient sleep. he just cares so much for you, and the last thing he wants is to see his sweetie pie not at her best. as said above, your mental state and health are at the forefront of his mind.

older bf!nanami knows college is a lot for you. class after class, homework after homework, it seems never-ending. and he’s proud of you for handling it all so well. from what you’ve told him in the past, proper hydration and food consumption weren’t even on your radar during college. how you managed to survive off of water and a granola bar is something he still doesn’t understand.

“hun, i’m home.” silence. “babe?” nanami calls out to you. still nothing. he decides to investigate. as he walks around the main floor of the home, you’re nowhere to be found. he walks upstairs and peeks into your shared bedroom and there you are. Laptop on the bed, papers spread out across the sheets, textbook in your lap, eyes glued to the screen. focused. nanami walks into the room and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. “hi hun.” you mumble something that sounds like “hey,” as you keep typing away.

“did you eat today?” he inquires. no answer. but from the way your fingers slowed down on the keyboard, he got his answer. nanami takes his massive hand and cups your chin, forcing, albeit gently, you to look at him. “i’ll ask again, did you eat today?” he firmly reiterates. your eyes shift away from him as you mumble a small “no.” he sighs. not out of disappointment, but out of concern for you. his hand slides from your chin down your neck and tucks a strand behind your ear. “up baby, i’ll make you something to eat then we’ll rest together, m’kay?”

older bf!nanami is a foreplay enthusiast. sometimes, it’s more fulfilling to him than the act itself. the teasing touches, kisses, and gentle licks to your most sensitive spots. and it’s worth seeing your reactions.

older bf!nanami who knows patience just isn’t in your vocabulary. your little mannerisms to urge him to hurry, makes his heart flutter. the bucking of your hips, your whines, and whimpers make the torture worth it to him.

“ken, please hurry,” you whine as his fingers stroke your pink walls deeply. he keeps your legs spread over his thighs as your back is pressed into his chest. his warm breath brushes against your ear as nanami whispers “mmm, maybe i should teach you patience y/n by not letting this pussy cum.” your stomach drops at that thought and immediately shake your head, not wanting to be punished. a low chuckle escapes his lips. “good girl. keep bein’ that and you’ll be rewarded,” he says as his thumb circles your clit. “hngh, kentooo!” you mewled loudly as mouthwatering friction is applied to the hard bud. his giant fingers split you open while the pads knead your g-spot with accuracy. “gods that pussy’s jus’ clamping around my fingers baby. feels good, doesn’t it pretty girl?”

older bf!nanami loves it when you ride him. normally or in reverse. i mean, how could he not love looking at you in that position? feeling the weight of you on his lap as you bounce up and down, your tits in his face (which makes it easier for him to suck on your nipples), to the way you cling onto his muscular physique as pleasure racks your brain. truly a gift.

older bf!nanami spanks you when you’re on top of him. there i said it. whether it’s to urge you to pick up your pace or to just watch as the fat jiggles from the impact, he has to see it. and he knows you love it when he spanks your ass or thigh. somehow, the pain provokes you to move faster, harder on him. you just want to satisfy him, and he couldn’t love you more when you’re like that.

“don’t stop y/n, feels fuckin’ good,” nanami groans as the fat of your ass crashes on his lap with every bounce of your hips. his hands clutch onto your hips as his fingers leave indents on the skin. “k-kento, ahh,” you whimper as your pace slows down. your knees and thighs begin to ache from the constant up-and-down movements on your lover. a rough smack hits your ass cheek as he says “did i tell you to stop?”, “no,” you say breathlessly. “then keep going,” he growls as his hand spanks your cheeks again. and again. and again. with each hit, your movements speed up. it’s like the cramping in your thighs is nonexistent as his large cock pounds in and out of you. loud skin-slapping sounds vibrate through the bedroom as your moves never cease. “that’s my girl.”

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tashasbabe · 4 months

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♱ late. — e.w drabble

“i’m still thinking about you.”

creds to @plutism & @chilumitos for the dividers!! :3

w/l : profanity, strap rubbing (i didnt know what to call it..), masturbation ౨ৎ i think thats all, lmk if i missed anything!!

not proofread + not using caps purposely.!

“ellie, where the fuck are my keys?! i’m gonna be late for my meeting!!” you yelled, looking around for both your girlfriend and your keys. you continued your endless search when you didn't hear a response, then,-

“come ‘n find em’.” ellie murmured from behind you, wrapping her arms around you and pressing herself against you. you felt that familiar bulge in her pants, plus, your keys. she knew exactly what she was doing, and, fuck, if it didn't turn you on. “shit.” you murmured, turning around in her arms and quickly reaching into her sweatpants, grabbing your keys immediately, trying so fucking hard ignore the urge to cup her strap.

“not even gonna touch ‘er?” she asked gently, pressing her hand over yours to stop you from pulling your hand out of her pants. “e-ellie, stop,” you murmured, stuttering as you looked back up at her, instantly hypnotized by the gaze she gave you, her deep green eyes sinking into yours. “please. i’m gonna be late.” you sighed, trying once again to pull your hand away from her sweatpants, which she denied you of doing by pressing her hand down further.

“i don't care, don't make me ask.” she almost growled, all of a sudden turning very, very stern. you immediately complied, moving your hand to press it against her strap, which made the base of it press deliciously against her clit. she grunted softly, and you pressed down harder, making her moan out loud. “good girl, now- fuuuck..- go.” she murmured, moaning during the middle of her sentence due to you starting to rub the strap, causing the perfect friction against her clit.

“mmh, bye, baby.” you giggled softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips before finally removing your hand from her pants. you made your way to the door soon after, yelling out another “bye” before walking out the door and to your car.

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about 30 minutes after you left, there ellie was, on the bed, completely naked. “ohh my fuuuuck, babyyyy..” she moaned loudly as she masturbated to the thought of you, rubbing her clit at a vigorous pace.

౨ৎ it was no doubt that tonight would be the night she made you cum harder than you ever have before. all from a little teasing.

a/n : this is just a little drabble & my first fic post!! please leave feedback.. is it horrible?? i feel like it is, but yet again it might just be the fact i'm literally so bad with wording and have the smallest vocabulary known to man..

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endlessthxxghts · 6 months

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Use Me

No outbreak!Joel Miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈1.2k

Summary: You tell Joel he can use you in an unconventional way. Will he take you up on your offer?

Content/Warnings: No physical description of reader besides clothing. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Somnophilia. P in V sex (unprotected). Creampie. Finger fucking. Sweet aftercare. A moment of insecure Joel, but you comfort him.

A/N: Literally no motive behind this drabble besides the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about Joel (more than normal LOLL) in the past 24 hours. So, enjoy my delulus. Also… this Joel is one with no outbreak…but for this particular scenario, I’m picturing him physically as post-outbreak…do with that what you will.🥴🥴🥴

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Joel’s coffee nearly spilled through his nose with how off guard your question caught him. “You want me to what?”

“Well, I’m not saying like every night or something, I’m just saying. If you ever wake up in the middle of the night, hard and wanting, you can…” your gaze breaks from his. “You can use me.”

Joel usually doesn’t have middle-of-the-night erections that wake him up and force him to take care of the issue immediately. However, with your suggestion being a lingering thought in the back of his mind all damn day, he finds himself, in the middle of the night, hard and wanting.

Your usual sleep attire is a tiny shirt with no bottoms below, and tonight, lying on your stomach with your ass to the air, you’re looking particularly tempting with the way his cock pulses when his eyes meet your glistening cunt.

“Always so fuckin’ ready for me, ain’t ya?” He groans to himself, debating whether or not he’s actually going to take you up on your offer.

But just like the unintentional ironic little fox you are, you roll your hips and let out a little whimper as you go, your pussy on full display to him, even wetter than mere moments ago.

He sits up on his haunches, walking on his knees to settle himself behind you. He brings his fingers to your slick entrance, running along the entire seam and to your clit. He circles it a few times. Your hips twitch in response, a breathy sigh leaving your throat.

“Fuck,” he rasps. He removes his now wet fingers from your entrance to rub it all over his cock, pumping himself a few times before he scoots slightly closer to you and lines himself up.

He runs the head of his cock through your slick this time. His tip catches on your clit and pulls another moan out of you. You’re stirring now, but you’re not completely awake yet.

Unable to tease himself much longer, he grabs onto your hips and sinks into you in one sweet thrust, your warm, tight pussy pulling him faster to the finish line than he was anticipating.

You let out a moaning gasp — you’re definitely awake now — followed by an already blissed out call of his name. “Oh, fuck,” you cry, your hands curling its grip into the bedsheets below.

“Shit,” Joel moans, his hips fucking into you harder now but maintaining a steady pace. “This what you wanted, girl?” He grunts. “Wanted me to fuck this sweet pussy whenever I fuckin’ wanted?”

“Ohmygod,” you rush out in a near yell, “yes, Joel, yes! Just like that, baby, fuck-”

“So fuckin’ good to me, sweet girl, ohhh fuck-” he moans, his hips faltering in its rhythm. His hand moves around your waist and to the front of you, the pads of his fingers finding your clit and circling it — just the right amount of pressure to get you to your finish line before him.

You’re a babbling mess at this point — his name mixed with expletives the only vocabulary he’s reduced you down to. “‘M close,” you’re able to utter out.

“Cum for me, baby,” he breathes. He bends his body over you, his lips near your ear as he damn near snarls, “Soak my fuckin’ cock, baby, let me feel you.”

His ministrations on your clit don’t stop, but the desperations of his thrusts increase, harder with every pump. He bites down on your shoulder, trying to ground himself so he doesn’t finish before you, and the radiating pain and pleasure from the pressure sends you roaring to your climax — the room filled with nothing but the wet squelches of your slick and your high-pitched moans, loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Your sweet sounds sends him into a frenzy, his eyes rolling back at the way he’s literally slipping in and out of you now. “Gonna cum, baby?” you whine at him, nearing overstimulation but truly not wanting him to stop.

“So fuckin’ close, baby,” he tells you, he’s back up on his haunches, both his hands back at your waist, chasing his own impending orgasm.

You muster up some strength and lift your ass up to meet his hips, your back arching like a cat in the sun. You give him some pushback, meeting his every thrust as you make it a point to squeeze him each time.

“Atta girl, fuck-” he takes a shuddered breath, “‘M gonna fuckin’ cum, where do ya want it?” he grits out.

“Inside!” you blurt out, all your inhibitions and logical thinking gone from your brain as he fucks you into oblivion. “Inside me, please, baby, please, love feeling you inside of me- love having you drip out of me just for you to stuff it back inside-” you’re cut off mid ramble with a gasp, you feel his cock pulse as his warm release paints your walls, a rugged groan from Joel filling the air.

“Goddamn, baby,” Joel utters as he catches his breath, slipping out of you, but not going anywhere just yet. He watches your filled cunt, and in moments, his hot cum is leaking from your hole — his cock tries to jump at the sight of it. He takes his fingers, scoops up the residue, and pushes it back into your hole, fucking you slow with his fingers for a moment as your breathing picks back up, moans threatening to escape as your hips squirm against him.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he tells you. He helps flip you on your back, leaning down to kiss your tummy as he slips away for a few moments and returns with a warm cloth to clean you up.

He’s gentle with it, thoroughly wiping the outer areas while patting the more sensitive areas clean. You still whimper at the feeling, more so because having him touch you down there sends butterflies fluttering all throughout your body. “I got ya, darlin’,” he soothes.

“I know you do, baby,” you say as you reach your hand out for his face. He tosses the cloth into the hamper in the corner of the room as he leans into your hold. You pull him in for a sweet, lengthy kiss, your tongues tangling as Joel finds himself wrapped around you once more tonight.

You’re dozing off again when you feel Joel’s voice vibrate your chest. “Say that again, baby?” you mumble sleepily.

“Was this…was this okay?” he asks softly, sleep filling his voice but too much concern lacing it to allow himself to submit to his fatigue.

You grab his face again, lifting your head to meet his lips.

“It was perfect,” you smile at him. “Now go to bed, so I can wake you up in the morning.”

He gives you a smirk that heats your cheeks. “Goodnight, darlin’,” he mutters as his head rests on your chest again, dozing immediately.

My current brain capacity is telling me that I want to write, but I can't deal with really big storylines right now.. so. A bunch of stories on the shorter side it is - at least, for the time being🥰 I love you all, and thank you for the endless support. Also !!! Gif above is courtesy of @/nicolethered

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uzurakis · 13 days

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hi hi it’s me again!! (yes I’m the nonnie w/the stalker request + ‘my friend thinks ur cute’ request :3) I’m here to request again!! reckless!reader with jjk men (yuta n Megumi yk the deal 🙏🙏) + bonus points if reader hides their injuries too! maybe reader was on a mission; got injured and didn’t tell jjk men, or reader was playing around on a frozen lake not giving af and it begins to crack, or reader straight up doesn’t look both ways while crossing the street n act like they have 9 lives (yuta ptsd fr 😭), or anything you wanna come up with :3 do what you like!

HIDING YOUR INJURIES FROM THEM?

featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. itadori yuuji.

n. i sure know the deal my beloved meguyuta nonnie (imma call u dat instead). i decided to go with the first idea of yours, i hope that’s okay!

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you returned from a challenging mission, your body aching with every step. despite the pain gnawing at you, you plastered on a smile as you entered the room where megumi was waiting. he looked up, concern etched across his features.

fushiguro megumi has the term ‘worry’ in his vocabulary. he immediately called out, "you…” without saying any ‘hey’s or ‘hi’s, you were able to cut him off with your response.

"it went alright, just a few scrapes," you replied, trying to downplay the severity of your injuries

but megumi wasn't fooled. his brows furrowed as he approached you, his eyes scanning your form. “you’re lying,” megumi grabbed your wrist firmly as he looked straight into your eyes. "those 'scrapes' look more like serious wounds," he said, you could literally hear him edged with frustration.

you swallowed, guilt creeping into your chest. "i’m fine," you confessed, avoiding his gaze and breaking free from his grip.

megumi sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "you're injured, and you’re still trying to hide it from me? seriously?" he scolded, frustration becoming more evident.

“fine then.”

he looked away, and you felt a twinge of regret at the way he responded. but then there was a change in his attitude. as he reached for the first aid kit, his demeanor softened and his irritation vanished. silently, he whispered, "let's get you patched up," megumi’s voice was soft yet stiff.

as he tended to your wounds in silence, the tension in the room dissipated. his touch was tender, his movements careful as he bandaged your injuries. when he finished, he looked up, green pupils meeting yours.

"you make me worry, you know that?"

ITADORI YUUJI. you stumbled through the door, trying to hide the wince as pain shot through your side. itadori was waiting, his eyes lighting up as he saw you, but then furrowing with concern as he noticed your slight limp.

"baby, you're back! how did it go?" he asked.

you forced a smile, trying to brush off the pain. "good, thank god it was just a second grade curse," you replied, hoping he wouldn't see through your facade.

your boyfriend, though, remained unconvinced. "are you sure you're alright? you’re limping.”

you hesitated, but his genuine concern melted away your resolve. you felt bad for keeping it from him, but at last you said, "well, there might be a small injury, but it's nothing serious."

instantly, itadori's expression softened, and he wrapped you in a tight hug that made you let out a small ouch. "don't hide these things from me," his breath warm against your ear. “let me help you tend your injuries, baby. do you need shoko or just an aid kit?”

GOJO SATORU. the mission had been tougher than anticipated, but you knew gojo would worry if he saw how badly you were hurt. so you played pretend and hoped it would be enough. gojo was lounging on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, his usual smirk playing on his lips. his eyes, hidden behind his pitch black glasses, seemed to twinkle as he looked up at you. "oi, you're back earlier than i expected."

you nodded, keeping your movements slow and controlled. "yeah, managed to wrap things up quicker than i thought." he tilted his head, a curious glint in his eye. "really? no trouble at all?"

"none," you lied, forcing a laugh. "just the usual."

gojo's smile faltered, just for a second, but you caught it. he stood up and sauntered over to you, his gaze never leaving your face. "hey, you know," he began, voice dropping to a lower, more serious tone, "i can see right through you, babe. you're hurt."

"i'm okay, satoru. really."

he reached out, gently but firmly taking your arm. "don't lie to me." his fingers brushed against a particularly sore spot, and you winced despite yourself. “look?”

"satoru, i didn't want you to worry—“

he cut you off, his grip tightening just enough to keep you still without causing more pain. "hm, too late for that, baby," he said with a mix of irritation and concern. "let me take care of you."

you sighed, realizing there was no point in hiding it anymore. "okay, but just... be gentle, alright?"

he led you to the couch, his touch surprisingly tender as he helped you sit down. "i'm always gentle," he teased, but his eyes were serious as he examined your injuries. "you should've told me right away."

YUUTA OKKOTSU. he eyed you for a moment, his smile fading slightly. "babe, you alright? you seem a bit... off."

"just tired. it's been a long day." you waved a hand dismissively, nothing to worry, you wanted to tell him that.

yet, yuuta's gaze still lingered on you, eyes narrowing slightly. "alright," he said slowly, "if you say so."

you made your way to the bathroom, trying to move naturally despite the pain. you thought you had managed to convince him, but as you stood in front of the stall, trying to remove your clothes without aggravating your injuries, the man appeared in the doorway.

"let me help you with that," he said softly, moving to stand beside you.

you blinked, surprised. "yuuta, really, i'm fine. you don't have to—”" then he gently took your hand, eyes full of concern. "please, let me help you tend your wounds, babe.”

thinking again, you hadn't said anything about being hurt, but somehow he knew. "how did you..”

your boyfriend smiled faintly. "i could tell. i know you too well." his fingers brushed lightly over a bruise that was starting to show through your shirt. "you don't have to hide it from me."

you sighed, feeling a mix of relief and resignation. "i just didn't want you to worry."

yuuta shook his head, his expression tender. "i worry more when you try to hide things from me. so don’t do it again, you hear me, babe?”

@uzurakis

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 3 months

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Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader - Fluff oneshot about being married and wanting babies

a little over 1k words, A fluff piece about Katsuki wanting a baby and wanting it NOW. Slightly spicy at the end, like paprika levels of spice (AGED UP THOUGH DON'T COME FOR ME). Give me your requests/comments, I love hearing from you people!

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"Wifey..." Katsuki grumbled, his face buried into your neck, his thumb gently rubbing the plush skin of your stomach up and down. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other straight beneath your head, and the man himself was spooning you. It was early in the morning, 7:13 to be exact, and he had just woken up. He was still in his black tank top and boxers, It was basically his summertime uniform when it came to sleepwear. What could he say? He was a simple man.

The sun was shining in through the blinds, dappling the neat and tidy room with rays of light, inviting the both of you out of bed. It was a Saturday, the only day Katsuki took completely off (and only because you made him promise to), but unfortunately he woke up at around the same time he would be heading to work.

This pissed him off, especially because he had been up late staring at the ceiling thinking, but once he was up, he was up, and now he had to make it your problem. Your slow breath and heart beat was comforting, sure, but so were your kisses, and your smile, and he wanted that so he would have it. Besides, he had something to talk to you about.

When you didn't rise from his gentle approach, he grumbled and growled, already losing patience. He decided to nibble on your neck, right at the base where it met your shoulder. His tongue gently pressed against the skin, before his teeth pushed a little harder against you. He wasn't going to draw blood, he wasn't going to actually hurt you, but he wanted you up and awake.

You groaned, it was his sharp canines that woke you, but you were already used to his tactics and just waved it off. "Katsuki...Go back to bed..." you mumbled, pushing your face into your pillow and shifting a little in his arms so the blanket covered you even more. "You know I can't," He argued, his voice low and husky from the lack of use yet.

Biting won't work? Fine then. He slipped his muscled arm out from beneath your head, sliding it under your body and meeting his other hand around your waist. Suddenly, he flipped over fast, his version of a death roll. You yelped in surprise, your head falling onto what used to be his pillow, but once you registered what happened you sat up with a pissed look on your face.

"Ok, I'm up! What is so goddamn important that you have to do all that?" He sat up with you, resting his weight on one elbow and grinning. He loved when you were mad, something about it made him twice as attracted to you. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your cheek and grumbling, "I love you, Wifey." You had been married for 3 years and together for 8, he knew a thing or two about calming you down and making you happy. It worked and you knew it, your cheeks heating and your furrowed brow smoothing.

"W-well...You don't need to wake me up just to tell me that," you scoffed, trying to stay mad but ending up much calmer than before. "I didn't wake you up just for that, dumbass."

Your entire relationship, from acquaintances to spouses, he's called you that. It was to the point that in both of your vocabularies it was practically equal to the word "darling" or "baby," reserved for only the two of you and meant as a term of affection.

"Well what was it for," you asked with a peeved yet inquisitive voice, rubbing your eyes and laying back down to face him. he stayed sitting partially up, his hand grasping at your waist and pulling you close to him. He loved looking at you, seeing the little expressions you made, seeing all those pretty features so specific to you.

"Lets make a brat," He announced, grinning so widely that you'd think he was the Cheshire cat. He was never shy about his thoughts, always believing that beating around the bush got no one anywhere, but his frankness surprised you here.

You paused, your stunned expression amusing him, until finally you said, "W- Uh, R-Right now???" it was silent for a beat, before he burst out laughing at the fact that your first thought was the baby making and not the actual baby.

"No, idiot, not unless you wanna," he teased, planting a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on your scalp as he pulled you against him. "Nah, I just thought...y'know...maybe it'd be time..." He seemed nervous bringing this up, and rightfully so. it was a delicate topic, and one the two of you hardly touched on. You always wanted kids, and he knew that, but he also knew that timing was everything.

"Well...we are pretty stable right now, financially...and our jobs are pretty flexible, too..." You seemed to be thinking it over. You yourself were on special call with the hero agency, meaning you had a good salary but only worked on special occasions because of the nature of your quirk, and Katsuki had an even better salary and could call off whenever necessary because his squad was reliable enough to take care of things while he was gone. finally, after what he felt was years, you smiled up at him.

"We should have a baby," you giggled, and he couldn't help but smile. You pushed him over, forcing him to lay on his back as you peppered his face with kisses. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other gripping your upper thigh as you straddled him. As you kissed his cheek, a thought occurred to you, one that got you too curious to ignore. "How long have you been wanting this, anyway?"

He shrugged, sitting straight up and holding you in his lap. "Dunno," He mumbled. What a bad liar. You gave him that look, the one that meant he wasn't being slick, and he blushed red. "Shut up," he groaned, his hand rubbing up and down your sides mindlessly.

"I haven't said anything," you remarked, which caused his eyes to narrow a little. "Yeah you did, with that dumb face," he countered. "Listen, I promise that whatever it is, I won't judge!" You were begging at this point, and he found that adorable.

He thought about your words, his lips pressing together as he contemplated. finally, he sighed and turned away, muttering, "It's cause you were doin' the dishes..." The dishes? you always did the dishes. He could see your confusion on your face, so he was quick to explain.

"You just looked so damn cute, and it made me think about you... bein' my lil housewife..." he pressed his face into your neck, the last of his words being muffled. You knew he liked the domestic stuff, like when you cooked and cleaned, but you didn't know he liked it enough to put a baby in you. "But Kat, I'm basically already your housewife," you laughed, the heat of his face radiating against your skin.

"Well yeah, but not with kids." Don't get him wrong, he liked splitting the chores, and he was happy with you having your own job and money, but he also liked you doing household things. It wasn't about you doing the "womanly roles" either, and more about you just doing things at home. It was something he and only he got to see, something intimate, and he wanted more of it.

"I thought you said you didn't like kids," you pointed out, an amused tone in your voice. "It's different. Our kids will be the best kids." The idea made you a little giddy too, Katsuki playing with their kids, looking at them the way he looked at you, like they were the most important things in the whole wide world.

"Your offer still good," he asked, regaining his confidence as his voice lowered a little. "What offer," you asked as he pulled back from your neck and smirked mischievously at you. "To make 'em right now," he chuckled, watching as your eyes widened and your lips curved into a nervous smile. "what? Gotta get started as soon as possible, right?"

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Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I just love the domestic crap, I live for it lol.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki #fanfic #anime #mha bakugou #mha fluff #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia #new to tumblr #new writers on tumblr #new writeblr

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Edging creepy Tenko until he’s a whining drooling mess with a swollen leaky cock Ɛ>

“A-aaah please-se-se”

Tenko didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It’s true, he’s always loved being touched by you, your velvety hands never failing to make him feel like he’s in heaven. But like Lucifer falling from said heaven, the pleasure had quickly turned into hell for him. Fuck, he’s sorry, he’s sorry!

“Mmhmphhh, I’m-I’m sorry! I’m sorry-hyyy”

You giggled, watching his desperately hard cock throbbed painfully, the whole shaft painted red due to you denying his orgasm again and again. You can practically see his balls throbbing as they beg to be emptied.

But you didn’t listen. Instead you waited until he was ever so close before pulling your hand away, letting his cock slap back against his stomach as he wailed out. You waited for him to cool down before wrapping your hand around his cock and jerking him, repeating the cycle.

“Oh? And what are you sorry for baby? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Despite this, he continued blabbering apologies, the lack of relief seemingly having short circuited his brain and only letting him say those words.

“I’m sorry! I-Iaaah, I’m s-sorry!”

You smirked.

“Baby I’m not doing this as a punishment. Not to my good, sweet boy~” his dick twitched at that making him moan in painful pleasure.

He then surprised you, switching it up and adding a new phrase to his currently limited vocabulary.

“T-then wh-aaah please, then w-why-then-then-why-“ he can feel tears gathering in his eyes, from what he doesn’t know. Frustration, yearning, insecurity, all of those feelings melting down and forming melancholy.

He refused to let those tears fall. He’s a man, he’s a manly man. And manly men don’t cry.

You grabbed him forcefully by his chin, making sure he was looking at your erotically devious face. “Because I want to see you cry for me.”

Maybe some men cry.

He wailed out, a mess of ‘please’s and ‘sorry’s tumbling out as he yet again reached his high, scared you would deny him. He felt his warm tears coat his cheeks as he broke down, begging you to let him finish in the most desperate, lewd moaning.

Satisfied, this time your hand didn’t stop, and you could practically see the relief on his face when the first rope of cum shot out of his dick. He threw his head back, legs quaking and back arched as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Ropes and ropes of pent up cum burst out of him, coating him, you, and the sheets in his jizz.

You smiled, continuing to pump him until he was completely finished, his cock immediately turning back to the pink, soft state you knew and loved.

Wiping your brow (with your other hand), you finally look back up at him after admiring his fountain.

“Feel better baby?”

He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t do anything really, hanging limply in his leather restraints. You snapped your finger in his face but got no response, pulling his head up only to find his eyes rolled back into his head, passed out.

You quickly checked his breathing, before patting his shoulder affectionately after making sure he was ok.

You then sighed, leaving him to get a towel to clean him up with.

Damn it, he passed out again.

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #tenko shimura #tenko smut #shimura tenko #shimura tenko smut

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kinopio-writes · 3 months

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A/N: Decided to answer these two in one go. Screenshotted, lol. 3rd POV and the reader is referred to as they/it like last time. Also, I’m gonna be honest with you, after the last Adam post, I started to find his relationship with Sera and Lute intriguing. They both make an appearance (separately).

I just found out. Apparently, Sera and Emily are sisters (just with huge age gaps)? Well, I never viewed them as actual mother and daughter, but I was leaning more towards motherly-figure Sera. Kept it vague.

Words: 1,404 (not including the bullet points)

Warnings: Swearing (surprisingly not as vulgar as pt.1)

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More Adam w/ a Child!Reader

• to solidify my statement that Adam wouldn’t just give the child away to someone else—along with the points I said in the previous Adam post—is because he didn’t want to seem incapable and, God forbid, ask for help?

• uh-uh. No way

• also, I don’t really see their first word being “papa”

• because of Adam, the kid cursing as their first word seems pretty on-brand

• not to mention that I don’t think they were with many people other than Adam, Lute, possibly Sera, and maybe his friends, too

• if he even has any

• and this isn’t even slander (when Charlie said, haven’t you had a night of drinking with friends after a rough night, he neither confirmed nor denied it. Not exactly the most reliable proof, but I take whatever I get)

• so, yeah, they were stuck with Adam’s vocabulary, unfortunately

• but for the sake of it, I’ll do “papa” as their first word (“fafa”, actually. You’ll get it when you read it)

Also, uh, heavily focused on Adam. Again. I mean, you can’t really do much with a child!reader in regards to personality, so.

———

Adam sat comfortably on his chair outside his balcony, his hand carrying Adam Jr. while the other was mindlessly plucking at his wings’ loose feathers. He would let them fall onto the floor after collecting a pile of them on his lap, finding that to be the only source of entertainment he could do without his kid crying.

Before he was going to push his feathers off his lap, a gust of wind blew them off for him and they flew over the edge of his balcony. All of his previous feathers slipped through the railing’s gaps as well.

His hand lingered mid-air as he looked up to see Sera land next to him. “Holy shit.” He instantly became more animated, a grin forming on his face as he stood up. “Y’know, I keep forgetting that anyone can just waltz in here.”

“Good evening to you, too, Adam.”

He bit back from replying rudely, instead choosing to place his hand on his hip while he held Adam Jr. closer to him. “Yeah, whatever.”

Sera then went on to dramatically stare down at the scenery above the city of Heaven, hands folded in front of her as Adam waited for her to say something. He got impatient after a few seconds.

“What’s up your ass?”

She turned her head to face him and furrowed her brows. He only rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching downward into a grimace as he slightly turned his head away from the head seraphim. Her attention was instantly directed to the baby in his arms. “Do you mind if I hold it?”

Adam jerked back at the sudden ask. “Uh, weird request…but you do you.” When he didn’t attempt to move, Sera leaned down and took the sleeping child from his secured arms, standing back to her height as she observed their peaceful slumber.

Quite a surprise, frankly. She didn’t think Adam was capable of handling something so fragile as life for more than a day, let alone a whole year.

The feeling of a baby in her arms made her reminisce about the time when Emily was just as little.

“The concept of birth is astonishing…”

“ʼKay…?”

“Having a child is one of God’s greatest blessings...”

“Uh-huh.”

“You must be very proud…”

“Uh, yeah…sure…”

“It even has your wings.”

“Y’know, this is starting to feel a little one-sided right now.”

“What I’m trying to say is—” Sera seemed to have gotten out of her sentimental trance and narrowed her eyes at the man below her, “—you are fortunate to have this child, Adam.” She slowly returned the child to its father and watched as Adam held them back securely in his arms. “Children grow up faster than you think. Spend your time wisely. It’s not as if you’ll get any older yourself.”

“Mhm, yeah, got it.” The seraphim only hardened her gaze. “Okay! Fatherhood is the best thing ever, time is faster than the speed of light blah blah blah.” He swayed his head from side to side to emphasize each word, shoulders slumped. “Sheesh. Don’t have to be so sensitive over a kid that isn’t yours.”

Sera tightly shut her already parted lips and deeply breathed out through her nose, turning her back on the man and pushing the hair that strayed on her face. She didn’t say anything more and simply stared at the view on his balcony again.

Adam only raised a brow at her unusual behavior.

“So, not that I care or anything, or about your weird touchy-feely icky vibes, but you never told me why you’re here, so, if you could just tell me what I need to know and leave, that’ll be really great—”

“Adam.”

“Okay. Fine.” He held up a hand and lifted his shoulders. “Wallow in your melancholic—whatever this is. It totes ruined my vibes. I’mma dip.” Adam flapped his wings to get himself on the railings as the head seraphim watched him gently fly down with his child.

Sera speculated he would most likely come back after ten minutes. That would hopefully be enough time for her to have a composed mind to have a discussion with the first man.

———

“Say, ‘fuck’.”

He was told that it was smart to teach his kid how to start speaking at this age with pictures and shit. Adam, however, went with his method and sat Adam Jr. and himself on the carpet floor, repeatedly saying what he wanted it to say. He’d been like this for half an hour.

“Fafa!”

He blinked.

“That’s not what I fucking wanted you to say, but, close enough.” He shrugged. “Now say, ‘di—”

•••

It was only after Lute came over that he realized what his kid just said.

“Yeah, so my kid just called me his dad. First words,” Adam spoke with drawled-out speech, inspecting his lack of nails. “Pretty dope,” he accentuated the ‘p’ in ‘dope’

“That’s not what we were talking about, Sir.” Lute had her hands on the edge of the table as they both sat on the carpet floor.

“Uh, does it look like I care?” He had his kid on his lap, playing with it by holding its hands in his and making them punch thin air. “ʼSides, we still have a week to finish this shit.”

Lute only deadpanned at her leader going off-topic to talk about his kid but said nothing more, deciding it was best to let him run out of things to say so they could get some work done without interruption.

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“Yeah, you little piece of shit, slash ʼem!” Adam’s maniacal and obnoxious laughter bounced around his living room space as Adam Jr. punctured the heads of hand-made figures of sinners with their fake angelic spear (he couldn’t get a real one, unfortunately. They’re only obtainable during the extermination).

Lute happened to walk in on the scene. Adam always left his balcony door open. His neighbors, despite being come-and-goers, continually complained about his loud guitar sequences. He always responded with something about how he was being generous and that they should be happy—heck, blessed that they were getting a free concert without having to pay.

He hasn’t had those arguments lately, though.

She observed him sitting on the cardboard-littered floor with his HolyPhone in hand, assumably recording his child slaughtering the wretched sinners.

He had the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his mask.

“Sir, what are you doing?”

“AH!” he released a guttural yell as he snapped his head over to the source of the voice. “Jeez, Lute—what does it look like I’m doing?”

The lieutenant immediately answered, “Playing with your offspring, Sir.”

“I’m not playing! I had tons of cardboard lying around from my fan mail, and throwing them all away’s a bother.” he defensively retorted. “And, ew, don’t call it offspring. It’s Adam Jr. now. Check it.” Adam clumsily messed with his phone, muttering curses until he found the video he was looking for in his endless album of blurry photos. He showed the screen to Lute, not realizing it wasn’t even playing. “This kid will grow up to be such a badass!”

“But it isn’t meant to be an exterminator, Sir.”

“Uh, so what?” He placed his hands on his hips.

Lute missed a beat when countering, “Sera won’t allow it.”

“Pftt, what? No.” Adam refuted with a wave of his hand. “She so would. I have the proof.” He lifted his phone and shook it for emphasis. “And it’s my extermination, so I do whatever the fuck I want.”

Lute turned her head away momentarily before perking back up. “When it grows up eventually, it’s a possibility.”

“Ah, what? I can’t wait that loooong,” he whined, slumping onto the floor. “Bummer. I mean, imagine a tiny cunt-born exorcist! How cool is that? The first in history!”

She nodded. “With it under your wing, I know that it can learn our ways just as quickly as we slaughter those wretched sinners.”

Adam tapped a finger on his chin, face scrunched in thought before he placed his hands on his hips as he kneeled on the floor. “Hmm, yeah.” He spread out his wings, too lazy to stand up on his own two feet. He then plucked Adam Jr. from the floor by their armpits, deciding to bring them along without much thought. “Let’s go pitch the idea to Sera. And let’s get takeout on the way.”

“Right beside you, Sir.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #adam x child!reader #child!reader #child reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel sera #kinopiowrites

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junicult · 1 year

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!! what it’d be like sleeping w the bachelors

contains ; nsfw! suggestive content. fem!farmer. desc of sex. oral (m & f!receiving). fingering. creampie(s). one brief mention of spitting. brief mentions of a breeding kink. praise. lots of kissing. not proofread!

harvey.

- fuck.

- i said this once, and i’ll say it again:

- he is a doctor. he knows. what. he’s. DOING!!!!!

- the most passionate. he’s extremely focused on how you’re feeling, if you’re happy, or comfortable.

- he’s obsessed with going down on you. it’s honestly his favorite part.

- sometimes you don’t even have sex, he just goes down on you and calls it a night.

- what? you feel dirty, and gross from working on the farm all day? that’s fine, he’ll respect your wishes. but in no way would that be an issue for him.

- if anything, it makes him happier because all that tells him is you’re working hard and healthy.

- and he just wants you to be healthy.

- which is why he likes to have sex every night! it’s good for your mind, body, and soul. doctors orders!

- it’s like a part of your nightly routine. an unspoken rule you’re never opposed to unless it’s really late or you’re exhausted.

- shower sex!! i said it.

- your skin all soapy and clean, wet hair clinging to your cheeks while he fucks u against the wall. lol.

- i feel like he doesn’t really curse. it’s not that he’s against it, he just doesn’t have those words in his daily vocabulary.

- but during sex…that’s a whole new thing.

- “fuck…fuck y’feel so good.” “oh my—shit, sweetheart. just like that.”

- he’s whimpering in your ear, breath heavy on your skin.

- he bites his lower lip to keep from being too loud.

- he insists on wearing a condom. practicing safe sex is extremely important to him!

- even if you’re on birth control. and especially if you’re not ready for children yet.

- but if you are…

- phew. that’s a different story for another day.

- he’s a missionary guy. or cowgirl, but mostly missionary.

- he just likes seeing you moaning underneath him, how easily he can kiss you, and look at you.

- his aftercare is the sweetest. loves giving you massages or rubs your feet after a long day.

- makes u pee after lol.

- kisses you endlessly. his lips have touched every inch of your body.

- definitely likes to cuddle somehow. doesn’t matter, as long as he’s nearly engulfing you.

sam.

- THIS. MAN.

- he’s so cute, are u kidding?

- first and foremost: he fucking loves kissing you. constantly.

- no matter what you’re doing, how your day started, what your mood is like, whatever: he’s coming up to kiss you on the lips.

- so sex w him will always begin in a heavy makeout session.

- not only is it fun, but he’s incredibly good at it.

- hand cupping your cheek, other around your waist. his lips move so softly and sensually, making you feel like glass under his fingertips.

- loves having you on his lap, feeling you up while distracting you.

- loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, your nails digging into his scalp.

- he’s a sweetheart. all about your pleasure, and what you feeling like doing.

- “are you tired? want me to run a bath, baby?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

- ngl, he kinda loves when you’re a little exhausted. he loves being able to pamper you.

- like, you immediately walk through the door sighing and throwing yourself onto the couch. he’s already giving you a kiss, and putting on his sweetest eyes to ask if you’re alright.

- he’s also a missionary fan. it’s sweet, it’s romantic. he likes looking at you during it.

- bbiiiiigggg fan of talking—although he isn’t really aware of it.

- “just like—oh my god, you’re gonna kill me.” “ngh, fuck baby…feels s’good.” “i’m gonna cum, cum with me please, pretty please?”

- he’s just talking, honestly. literally not a single cell in his brain is registering the pure porn spilling from his lips but you adore all of it.

- thank god (yoba) u live on a farm, cus he is one loud mf.

- actually whimpers when he comes. like he’s shaking, eyebrows pinching, MOANING.

- i forgot to mention but this mf LOVES hickeys. give him tons of hickeys and he’s all yours.

shane.

- a slut🤷‍♀️

- he’s had experience. like plenty of it, and despite those years of his life being behind him, he still knows what he’s doing.

- cups ur jaw while kissing you.

- may or may not spit in ur mouth once or twice. idk.

- doggystyle!!!!!!!!!!! lol

- something about the way your ass looks with your hair balled into his fist makes him literally such a mf slut.

- tugging you back so he can groan in your ear.

- “feels so fucking good. gonna cum f’me? yeah? g’na do that?”

- literally has you panting, with tears welling in your eyes.

- probably changes positions like five times per round. he just can’t decide which one you look better in.

- big fan of counter sex, or couch sex.

- looovvesss cowgirl.

- hands around your waist or your thighs, using minimal strength to help you bounce on his cock.

- he can’t stop watching the soft bounce of your tits, and the way your head hangs while you’re moaning.

- will absolutely bully into you if he thinks you’re going too slow, or if you get tired.

- cums inside of u (shocking).

- or on your back, depending on which position or if you want him to.

- tips his head back, his eyebrows pinching and he lets out a low groan while he finishes.

- takes him a solid like 3 mins to catch his breath.

- his aftercare consists of feeling you up, kissing you softly. he’ll almost always offer you a glass of water, but will absolutely pass out afterwards.

- he has enough stamina to give you multiple rounds, but once he’s finished he’s knocked out LMFAOO

sebastian.

- not super experienced.

- he’s not a virgin, but with how little he’s had sex, he’s still new to a lot of things.

- he’s a big fan of being guided. like, tell him what you want, what you like, and he’s on it🫡

- LOVES eating you out, especially when he’s doing it right and he gets to see your reactions.

- but he also loves when you go down on him.

- he becomes this little shell of himself, his face beat red and his hands trying to cover his flushed face. he’s gnawing on his lower lip, trying his best not to moan and whine but ofc it’s not working.

- once he’s too distracted to care what he looks like, his hands are immediately grabbing onto the sheets and pillows, literally anything nearby.

- the first time you ever gave him head…he came in 10 seconds.

- was so fucking embarrassed. literally still cringes when he thinks abt it.

- despite you reassuring him that it didn’t bother you at all, and you’re actually really flattered by it.

- but yeah, anyways,

- when it comes to fucking, he likes when you’re on top.

- so any form of cowgirl, he’s your guy.

- he’s not so much vocal as he is with just panting.

- like, he’s not going to talk to you, save for the occasional, “you feel so good,” but he’s absolutely not dead silent.

- mf is a whimperer. he gets so easily flustered, of course he’s hiding his face from your devious grin.

- he likes fingering you.

- he’s got long, thin, pale fingers that he doesn’t rly know what to do with, so when you help him out he’s all kinds of excited.

- will never forget when he made you cum on his fingers for the first time. literally gives him such an ego boost, especially when you praise him.

- now he makes fingering a never-forget step while having sex with you.

- aftercare is usually just cuddling after he forces u to pee cus u know ya’ll are strictly using the pull out method lmfao.

alex.

- he’s the kind of bf that smacks ur ass when ur walking past him.

- probably pretends to hit on you when he runs into u in public.

- like, “whoa, you’re cute. we should hangout sometime,” while ur literally getting groceries for the two of u to eat.

- i digress.

- he’s so mf affectionate. his hands are never leaving your waist if he’s anywhere near you.

- especially when you come in after finishing up work, and you feel all gross but he’s swooning from the sight of u.

- “hi, baby. how was work?”

- running his hands up your shirt and pressing kisses all along the side of your neck.

- aka (he’s horny).

- he’s gentle with you, especially if you’re tired and had a bad day. he’s just pressing his soft lips on your skin while you recap what made you so upset, nodding and humming along.

- “anything i can do to make you feel better?” and he doesn’t ask with ulterior motives, he does want you to feel better, but he’ll never say no if you want to have sex.

- if you’re exhausted, or tired but you still wanna do something—well he’s fingering u.

- will probably eat u out, but he’s making u cum on his fingers mostly.

- coaxes you through it.

- “mm, yeah i know, baby. just let it out.”

- haha.

- wall sex enthusiast.

- or even the mating press.

- just so he can show off his strength, his arms hooked underneath your legs while he fucks you sobbing.

- STAMINA!!!!!!!!!!

- this man can go for rounds after rounds after ROUNDSSS on end.

- you’re panting, catching your breath once he starts kissing you slowly again, and you’re back to whining.

- “c’mon sweetheart. i know you can do it. you can give me one more, right? just one?”

- such a little bastard i fear.

- his aftercare is just extensive amounts of praise, and kissing, and holding you. he’s asking if you need anything.

- falls asleep while keeping you caged against him.

elliot.

- vocal vocal vocal vocal vocal.

- sex with him is nothing but romantic.

- i’m talking holding hands, cupping your cheek, kissing your lips so passionately while he’s so extremely gentle.

- he’ll never be rough with you, i’m sorry. he’s just not that kind of guy.

- master at praise.

- “so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous i love you so much.” “feels so good my love, ‘m so close,”

- imagine him putting his hair into like a little bun and loose strands are just falling out, framing his face while he makes love to u.

- cus y’all know he’s not fucking u😭

- once again, we have a pussy eating connoisseur.

- tug on his hair while he’s going down on u. do it.

- his arms wrapped around your hips holding your legs still, face delved between your thighs for however long you need him to be / how long he wants to be.

- i’m here to tell you that if elliot’s had a bad day, he’s eating you out to make him feel better.

- doesn’t care what you were doing, if you haven’t showered yet, he literally doesn’t care.

- …missionary enthusiast too.

- i’m sorry but they all are 😓

- he’ll literally never degrade you. even if you want him to, i promise you he’ll try, but he just can’t.

- a firm believer that you should come at least two or three times before he does.

- loves to see you blissed out underneath him before he even thinks about cumming.

- his aftercare is so perfect. he’s getting you water, rubbing your sore muscles, running a bath if you need it.

- without a doubt cuddling. ofc.

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atarathegreat · 2 months

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Yandere Mikey

"Where have you hidden, my love?" Mikey walked slowly, deliberately, trying to make you shake and whimper. "It was a mistake, darling, I'm sorry."

He didn't mean it, he never meant it. Mikey would hit you again, he always did. The carefully placed footsteps missed every creaking floorboard, avoided all the items on the ground that would make noise. You were careful with where you hid, even if you would be found, it was a few minutes away from him.

"Darling. Come on out, the longer you hide the angrier I'm going to get." Mikey stopped next to the table, his indoor slippers were dingy from age, but you could see how he angrily tapped his toes. "Baby, last chance. Tell me where you are, and I'll forget this ever happened."

Did you take the bait? Did you come out and believe that he wouldn't hurt you? Or did you stay hidden and take the punishment that he would dole out when he found you. Mikey was notorious for hurting you just so he could pamper and console you, so he would probably do it anyway. But there was the chance that he would see how afraid you were and choose to coddle you. But could you take that risk? Did you even want to?

"Five."

Your heart began to race even more, bile rising in your throat as he slammed a hand on the table top above you.

"Four."

He'd hurt you for sure if you didn't go out to him. There would be no escaping it.

"Three..."

"I'm under here..." Your small voice reached him just fine from under the kitchen table. Mikey slowly crouched down and lifted the tablecloth, smiling at you, "So you do know how to be a good girl? Come here, darling." He welcomed you with open arms, pinching your arm as hard as he could. You were already crying, but his pinching made you cry audibly. "It's okay, darling, I've got you now. You're safe." Soft kisses were pressed to your head and cheek as his fingers continued to pinch at your bruised arms. Mercy, you were positive, wasn't in his vocabulary.

One after another, Mikey pinched you and added small bruises to your arms as if to teach you better. He couldn't have his baby just trying to run away from him, now, could he? "I'm sorry, Mikey. I'm so sorry." You just wanted him to stop hurting you.

"I know you are, my love, but you still have to learn, don't you?" Mikey smiled as he helped you up from the floor. Hurting you truly wasn't something he wanted, but you just kept disobeying him. How else were you supposed to learn? He pinched up your arm and at your collarbone. "You just keep making me punish you." His fingers tugged roughly through your knotted hair, "Goodness, you're so unkempt. Let's get you bathed."

Mikey tried to stay gentle with you, but his hands pressed into bruises and cuts as he carried you around. Your silent whimpers as he set you in the tub were cute to him and proved, in his mind, that you needed him to keep your pain at bay. "Shh, shh, baby. I've got you." Mikey helped you from the shirt you had on. It was one of his, as he'd shredded your other clothes to teach you a lesson, so were the sweatpants that he also took off. You didn't need bras or panties, not when Mikey wanted easy access to you. But that wasn't what this moment was. He'd hurt you and this was his way of coddling you until you forgave him. Or told him you forgave him.

Warm water rose around your ankles, a faint line from where you had been chained up in the room weeks ago. Mikey smiled sweetly at you as he rubbed the mark gently, "I'm glad you're free, darling, but if you keep trying to escape then I'll have to chain you up again. I don't want that, and I know you don't want that." He kissed your skinned up knee, following it with kisses up your arms, hitting every bruise softly. The look in his eyes was full of love, delusion just below it. The man was truly lost in his own mind about you.

The warmth of the water and his gentle cleaning almost helped you relax, but you had nearly forgotten how your skin lost color from being locked away. With the dirt and grime washed away, you could finally see how truly ugly your skin had become. "I'm disgusting." You whispered as he washed more dirt from your legs and inner thighs. "No, not disgusting, love. Unbathed. You'll feel better after the bath, and I'll brush your hair and we can do that skin care routine you always did before you came to live with me." Mikey kissed your temple, "I'll even wear that silly headband for you."

Maybe having something normal, such as your skin care, would help you get comfortable. You clearly wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to establish a routine, especially if Mikey was going to be as kind as he was right now. And, you slowly realized, Mikey only hurt you when you tried to escape or acted up. He only wanted you to be a good girl.

"I would like that..." You muttered as he started washing your torso, cleaning you thoroughly of the grime sticking to your skin. His touch was gentle yet firm, and his eyes were nothing less than loving as he looked at you. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad if he was pampering you in such a way. He washed your hair, still being gentle but just rough enough to get the sweat and dirt cleaned away. Everything was as you liked it, and you would understand how if you knew that he'd spent months watching you and your daily life.

He dried and dressed you, his hands warm as they tugged his shirt over your head. "So beautiful, you know that? I love those eyes." Mikey kissed each of your eye lids, "You're everything I need and more." He even let you sit on the sink, each of you washing the others face. You had to walk Mikey through it all, but he was fast at learning each of the uses for each of the cleansers. You didn't even notice that they were the ones from your apartment that went missing months ago. He was gentle as he put the creams on your face, eyes intent on never letting the substances near your eyes or nostrils, "This is so confusing. And you do this every day?"

"Usually in the morning and before bed." You nodded, dabbing more on his cheeks. The bear headband made him look a little silly, but he was still attractive to you. It was a nice routine, also since you were prone to getting a lot of acne from literally anything that touched your face. "It's good to clean your face, especially before bed. It helps me sleep sometimes. Like having a fresh glass of water in the morning wakes you up." The explanation made sense, but at the same time, Mikey couldn't believe you did this every day.

"You're beautiful, darling. I'm glad I found you." Mikey mumbled, his hands gripping your thighs lightly as you finished washing his face. Mikey was enjoying the way you seemed to relax around him, your eyes didn't look as afraid now that you were focused on something. Maybe he could adapt to this, let you do more things around your new home that you did in that last apartment. One thing at a time. Or you could earn them for good behavior.

#anime #manga #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #x reader #tokyo rev x reader #mikey #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader

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bliss4boo · 3 months

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• My Ellie Headcannons •

These are just what I think please don’t come after me😭

⤑ She would definitely watch Young Sheldon and think it was the funniest shit ever. She would also force you to watch it so she could talk about it.

“I’m so excited for season 7 of young Sheldon!!”

“Huh? There’s 7? I’m only on season 2…”

“You’re fake don’t talk to me anymore”

⤑ She would like do something bad and then not answer you by pretending she’s mewing.

“Ellie where’s my sweatshirt?”

“🤫🧏‍♀️”

⤑ She would play Fortnite 24/7. Literally her favorite game. She would call her friends and say stuff like “chat I gotta lock in.” “Oh my days fam!” “W’s in the shat!!!!”

⤑ Always pinching your side. Like you guys would just be walking and she’ll pinch your side. And then she’ll act like she didn’t do anything.

“Ellie! What the fuck?”

“Huh? What?”

⤑ Wouldn’t have AirPods. I feel like she would have the normal apple head phones with the cord. She would definitely do it for the aesthetic.

“You wanna listen to music?”

“sure just let me…” *pulls out a long ass cord*

⤑ She has a collection of Ryan Gosling edits on TikTok.

⤑ I feel like Ellie wouldn’t be super big on pda. She would hold hands with you and like maybe small pecks? But that’s kinda it. She likes to show affection when you guys are alone.

⤑ When you guys watch horror movies she acts all tough but she’s the biggest baby ever. “Ellie do you wanna watch that new horror movie that came out?”

“Psh yea I guess.” *jumpscare*

“AHH WHERE DID THEY COME FROM? BABY HELP!!” *cuddles*

⤑ Would add “witterwy” “gyatt” “wizz” and stuff like that to her vocabulary but then won’t stop.

“Omg Ellie I found my missing sweatshirt!”

“That’s witterwy so Skibidi Level 10 gyatt wizz”

“Get the fuck away from me.”

⤑ If you guys get in a fight or argument (literally never) she would clean and do stuff for you as an apology.

“I need to do the dishes…”

“Nope baby they’re already done!”

Should I make another one of these😣

#ellie williams #tlou2 #wlw #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #lesbian #the last of us

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knb-shitposting · 2 months

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BABY/KID GOM HEADCANONS!!!

Midorima-

Had a strange obsession with rubber ducks. Had like 15 of them and refused to bathe without atleast 5 being present

He named every single one

He was the first one in his class to memories all the tables

He had a very hard time making friends :(

Had 1 friend that was actually his cousin but he moved states

But its okay the teachers loved him!!

Sat with teachers during lunch

Grew out of his shoes very fast and hated buying new ones bc he had a hard time adjusting to change

Had the cutest baby face and smile. Literally he was the cutest kid do not fight me!!!

Once him and his mom were going for a walk and a random woman came up to them and asked to take a pic with baby mido because he looked THAT cute.

it was either the cutest or the most off-putting thing to watch a 4 feet, oddly baby faced, 3rd grader trying to speak in polished adult vocabulary

Murasakibara-

Grew out of his clothes very fast

always at the back of every class photo

there was a kid that asked him "hows the weather up there" for 3 weeks straight and one day he got so fed up he told him that it was raining and spit on him

always picked first in pe

never shared his lunchbox w anyone

always picked out the vegetables during lunch and got scolded by the teacher for it

had to hold the teachers hand during every feild trip bc he kept wandering off

kissed every animal on its head during a school zoo trip. the techers took a picture every time he did.

his teachers made him take a photo w a baby giraffe and it was so cute

always got his siblings passed down shoes and clothes

sat in his siblings lap all the time. cuddled and played with them all the time as well. he was so full of love

Kise

like midorima, very cute kid, people asked to take pictures with him

his parents had to turn down modelling application since he was in 4th

he never got any stationary. always borrowed from the girls

got kissed on the cheek by the principal once

DOMINATED the sport periods

he actually enjoyed sports back then. he was in football, badminton, and the tennis team all at once

missed a lot of academic periods bc of that

had trouble socializing wit the guys in his class bc they all were jealous

failed math in elementary twice

learned the table of 7 in middle school

Aomine

He put a frog on momoi's head once and she started sobbing immediately. and started yelling at aomine to take the frog off her head

he thought it was the funniest thing ever. but then she started like screaming and some grandpa had to take it the frog off her head

she slapped him and said that they werent friends anymore.

He didnt take it seriously but then momoi started to ignore him at school and the park so he got scared shitless

he rehearsed so many apologies but in the end pulled up to momoi's house with this mom and shyly hid behind his mom while she talked to momois mom

Aomines mom and momois mom thought it was so cute and funny. They sent aomine to momois room to apologies and recorded the entire thing

he made momoi an origami swan as an apology. she forgave him!! yay!!

slept next to his mom till middle school

was actually very radiant and had many friends

failed english in elementary

always got his shoes dirty and torn beyond repair

Kuroko-

his teacher missed him during school trip headcounts and he got left behind at the zoo. like the bus literally left

he was calm and collected and just told one of the guards there to give him their phone so he can call his mom

his mom called the school furious and the bus came back mid way to pick him up

his teacher was crying and hugged him TIGHT. and she apologized a million times

he kissed her cheek!! aw

had 2 ride or die friends

the cutest girl in his class had a vvery obvious crush on him

passed elementary with exactly 50%

Momoi

people loved her hair!! everyone loved to play with it

told aomine every thought that came into her mind

played basketball with him sometimes

she was absolutely dominating girls basketball

but then she quit bc height

had only female friends

had girls only slumber parties where she'd steel her moms make up and nail paint

she once actually ate her moms lipstick and said it tasted good

at one point she became really close with this one girl which made aomine so jealous he cried at her doorstep

she fed stray dogs regularly

Akashi

obsessed with remote controlled cars and planes

had a phase where he hated masaomi and loved masaomi to death during his toddler years

on one hand he wouldnt let masaomi even 5 feer near his remote controlled car collection

on the other hand when he was 4 he needed. NEEDED masaomi to sleep

he needed to be on masaomi's lap, shoulder anywhere

he gave him lots of kisses

And masaomi thought it was so cute

and akashi used to stare at him with such awe and love masaomi cried once. he got teased by shiori

Masaomi took him to work one day just to for demo or smth

and within 5 mins 4 year old akashi got stolen by the employees and they all played w him!1

he definitely sucked his thumb

needed a good morning and goodnight kiss from shiori to survive

he loved to watch the maids cook

#generation of miracles #aomine daiki #momoi satsuki #akashi seijuro #the basketball which kuroko plays #midorima shintarou #kise ryouta #knb headcanons #kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko tetsuya #masaomi akashi #shiori akashi #my proudest headcanon yet]

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Could you do the TADC cast x reader with a really heavy southern accent?

TADC cast x reader w/ a heavy southern accent!

hello i am back from my silly little lunch break i made a sandwich it was very yummy i need to find a new set of music to listen to while typing, as much as i love jack stauber i think im going to go insane if i hear baby hotline one more time... oddly enough not the first time that specific song has driven me nuts from being overplayed anyways idk side note idk what to do with gifs because i keep running out of TADC gifs and i got a reblog months back on a crp post that implies that gif makers get notified when you use their gifs?? is that true?? if so i am so so so sorry to the tadc gif makers TToTT also still gif related but i keep getting. jumpscared by butts n boobs anytime i open the gif thing i cannot keep doing this!!!!

CAINE:

i think he would find it pretty, like, i dont know how to explain it! i think he would possibly mimic some of your speech mannerisms. probably gives you a cowboy hat. i dont know what it is but i think southern accents, at least from what ive seen, is one of the most romanticized of american accents... maybe its the whole rugged cowboy thing thats commonly associated with it. what im trying to say that i think caine would romanticize it the same way, thanks to him not really having the experience of going out and interacting with people from the south

he finds the accent pretty

POMNI:

i dont think she would really notice it unless she is really trying to pay attention to what you say. but maybe thats just self projection because i myself dont really notice other peoples accents unless its very prominent, or they say something that sounds so different to how im used to hearing things. i feel it would be the same with pomni, but i dont think she would treat you any differently! wish i had more ideas but pomni and gangle are particularly hard for me to write for some reason

RAGATHA:

honestly i like to hc that she grew up in a southern small town before getting stuck in the digital world, but of course she wouldnt remember it... perhaps she would feel some sense of familiarity around you anyways, even if she cant pin down why.. i think that would be nice... she likes listening to you talk

JAX:

writing these out of order, but i think jax would be similar to caine in the regard that he would tease some of your speaking mannerisms. "yaint! yall'd've!" stuff like that... which... i can be mad about because im from the south and the two examples are in my vocabulary... hes not really saying anything thats incorrect, at least in my case

probably asks why your digital form isnt a cowboy, shit eating grin on his face

KINGER:

thinks it sounds nice! for once i dont have any ideas for kinger, which sucks because i love kinger TToTT

your words probably rub off on him, i can see him probably picking up on some of your terms n slang

kinger saying yall isnt real he cant hurt you

kinger saying yall:

ZOOBLE:

similar to pomni they dont notice until theyre forced to notice.. no but imagine your accent becomes more pronounced when you get mad, you start saying more stereotypically southern stuff that people associate. probably does a double take if you say a rather insane variant of 'yall' but otherwise doesnt see much point in pointing it out

GANGLE:

absolutely loves hearing you talk, similar to ragatha! while ragatha clings onto your words thanks to unknown familiarity, gangle just thinks your voice sounds like and soothing, comforting! i dont know what it is but hearing someone trying to comfort you with a heavy southern accent as well as using casual terms of endearment (whether you see this as romantic or platonic is up to you!) in this soft tender voice just always hits different for me. maybe i am guilty of also romanticizing southern accents

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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pandoramyst · 1 year

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fourth one ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ jake sully

pairing: jake sully x reader (not a minor)

warnings: older relationship, age gap, few mentions of sex.

w/c: 471

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You have known Jake for years now and yet you were still amazed by the man’s stamina. The first time you had mated he was gentle with you as you were obviously not used to the feeling as much as he was. But, after a few times, he felt warmer around you and allowed himself to let loose with you. Around that time is when questions started to arise about children. Thankfully, you were both harmonious in your life choices.

Ever since you had your first child, Jake’s fatherly instinct had awakened inside him. One was not enough for him and he was sure of that.

“C'mon baby,” He whined as he kissed up your cheek. The other half of his body was sprawled on the mattress and he kept a hand on your stomach, rubbing the area up and down. You had lied there, giggling at his pleas. This had become your morning routine. You’d wake up with Jake’s hand resting on your stomach, him waiting eagerly for you to wake up so that he can burden you with questions.

“Jake, we just recently had our Äkee. Just be a little more patient,” He rested his face on your chest, looking up at you with his honey sweet, doe eyes. A frown appeared on his face as he was displeased. You ran your hands through his locks, pushing his hair back.

You smiled at him, “Don’t be a baby,” He playful frowned his face and giggled at your sweet moment. It was mornings and nights when you two could be left alone, so he treasured these moments. Your two oldest children burst into the tent, walking slowly toward your bed as they were still getting comfortable standing on their own feet.

Your oldest son was holding your newborn baby girl in his hands, who was sucking on her thumb. Jake sat up and extended his arm over to his oldest son, signaling him to hand him his daughter. You couldn’t help but watch in awe at the resemblance between your husband and the baby in his hands.

“Slept well, my pretty girl?” He hummed at the baby who was grabbing with her little hands his loose hair strands. Your two sons hopped on the bed, crawling over to you. You picked them up one at a time, planting kisses on their cheeks. They laid on your lap as they discussed their morning escapades with the little vocabulary they had acquired. Meanwhile, Jake was rocking your daughter back and forth, looking deep into her sunny eyes.

You saw a glint in his eyes and you could tell he was getting emotional at the sight of his daughter. “A fourth one wouldn’t hurt,” He immediately turned his head at that, a bright smile planted on his face. You had never seen him so happy.

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake #avatar neteyam #atwow neteyam #atwow x reader #atwow #avatar #avatar loak

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miekasa · 2 years

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gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious

HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.

The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”

First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.

Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”

You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.

#anonymous #no no it’s fine i’m fine…. i’m FINE #everyone is baby because that’s just how he thinks the world works… he thinks everyone gets the same affection…. kids r so fucking precious #im sorry for this essay..:. but as you can tell i have real life genuine feelings for this man #hhhhh SCREAMING. CRYING. PERFECT STORM.#ok but i was saying this the other day gojo gets lucky his kid starts saying ‘baby’#nanami & levi get stuck w their kids learning their actual names LMFAOOO levi is like no no. please PLEASE #it only happens w ur second kid that’s why nanami is so confused but when he hears his baby girl call him ‘ken!’ instead of ‘daddy’#lord he might cry real grown man tears LMFAO #i guess i might as well make a tag for him #gojo x reader #satoru.ask

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nevsdoll · 1 year

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CAN YOU WRITE A THIGH RIDING FIC

study date | neville longbottom

neville longbottom x fem!reader

summary! in which neville's needy girlfriend can't concentrate on her notes

warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT! | vulgar vocabulary, underage + slight public sex... (lmk if i missed any!!)

a/n: i literally lost everything i had written and had to re-write it lmao but anyways i hope you guys like it (º//⌓⁠//º)

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neville didn't want to say anything, to not hurt your feelings somehow, but he was pretty tired of your whining on that studing session; not only because you had been complaining for two hours but also because he couldn't help you understand the notes you took in class (because he couldn't understand anything either).

"baby, i know you are overwhelmed and don't want to keep studing but the test is tomorrow and i really don't want to hear more insults from professor snape" he said looking at you with tired eyes.

"i know, i'm sorry" you took his hand with yours while looking at him too. "i'm just so tired but i want to spend more time with you" you let out a small breath and placed your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. he kept going over his notes. "when you finish, do you want to back to my dorm?" you whispered while softly kissing his hand and then, going up to kiss his jaw.

"i do but i don't think i can, i think i'll go to my dorm and try to re-read the book... maybe that way i'll understand something" you stopped sharing the little pecks disappointed.

"oh..." you wanted to spend more alone time with him but without any books or tests bothering you. just the two of you expressing your love. "i see..." you placed your hand on his thigh, gently caressing it, trying to get his attention away from the papers; but neville kept just reading without even looking at you. "but i really wanted you to come... it has been a month since we last... you know?" at this point you were basically shoving your boobs at your boyfriend's face, but still received no answer from him.

"know what?" and with that question you knew, he wasn't listening to you. you sat yourself on top of neville. he looked at you as in waiting for an answer.

"you know." you smiled slowly kissing him, trying to making him focus on you, on your lips; while you slowly slipped one leg in between his. you could sense he opened his eyes trying to understand what you were doing, you took his face with your hands and kissed him harder. as he started falling for your ilussion, you started moving your hips back and forth, trying to release the tension on your clothed clit.

neville backed away from the kiss in shock, his face on bright red. "y/n... w-what are you doing?"

you laughed softly while slowly increasing the pace "focus on your notes, nev." he rapidly mumbled a but, "don't worry, baby, i won't be loud and we are in the back..." you looked around. "plus, we are the only ones left" he checked too as you said those words, still unsure. maybe he thought he couldn't fully trust you. "come on, study" as surprising as it was to you, neville actually continued reading his books, ignoring your movements. you wondered if maybe it turned him on but he was too shy to say anything or if he was dumb enough to keep studying even though his girlfriend was horny on top of him. obviously, the first option seemed more appealing so you stuck with that one.

it was only his leg, but it was enough to make you want to scream. to make you want to beg for more. what had started as soft movements quickly turned into an uncontrolable leg humping - that probably made the sound of the chair louder than harry's midnight screams.

your eyes were shut and your teeth were clenched near your boyfriend's ear, which was dangerously close to getting bitten. "shit, this is so good, nev" you whispered between gasps, which made your boyfriend smirk. sadly, you didn't see it. you kissed his neck, needing more of him; and as if he knew, neville flexed his thigh, only adding to your pleasure. your back arched and your eyes opened in shock. you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to silence your scream.

you fell on your boyfriend's body, leaving his leg completely wet and trying to recover your breath. you swallowed hard, "god, sorry, i didn't mean to make you lose focus" you laughed nervous, embarassed of the mess you had made. "you can continue studying..."

"i think i studied enough, is anyone at your dorm?" he asked smiling as if nothing happened.

#neville longbottom x reader #neville imagine #neville longbottom x y/n #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom

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voidfxndoms · 2 months

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Something Blue (Part 2) // Sterek

Derek is getting married and Stiles, as his best man, decides to bring in an old bridal tradition.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of built-up feelings that don't come out in the best of ways.

W/C: 2,487

A/N: Here come all the feels :)) (oh, and Derek is just slightly dumb)

Read part one here

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:

The two werewolves followed in shock as the situation quickly escalated. "How can you marry someone and not put effort into it?! Look at the state of this thing!". He held the loose tie up. "It's a completely different and incompatible color, stained and- look here" he nearly shoved it into Derek's face, "It's coming unstitched! How can you do something like that to Braeden?! How can you think of no one but yourself?!" The room was silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing of a now completely disheveled Stiles. But the tension in that silence was dense. So thick, Scott's calling came muffled to his friend's ears. "Stiles?" Scott hesitated for a moment. He took a shy step forward, but Derek extended his arm, stopping him before he could do or say anything else.

"Scott," he said, turning his head just enough to see him. "Can you give us a second?" The young alpha nodded quietly, before making his way out of the room. Stiles was still frozen in place, avoiding Derek's gaze. "This isn't about Braeden or style, is it?" Derek took one slow step closer to Stiles. "Of course it is. Who else would it be about?" Stiles blurted out. "Stiles. Look at me." Derek's voice was calm and tender. It wasn't the voice of somebody angry. It was the voice of someone worried. When Stiles finally held his gaze his eyes were red, the tears now evident. "You know I don't have to listen to your heartbeat to know when you're lying to me."; the corner of Derek's mouth turned up into a smile. He never smiled at Stiles. Well, rarely. The only times he did that was to calm him down, to let him know that everything was okay. Except for this time nothing was gonna be okay, and Stiles knew that. "I'm missing something blue. Why don't we finish your ritual, hm?" Derek asked, his hand on Stiles's shoulder as soft as his voice when he spoke.

Stile's mouth suddenly went dry. With hesitation, he rummaged through the pocket of his pants, before pulling something small out of it. "Something blue, of course.", Derek whispered, looking at the dangling keys. "Stiles, why do you want to give me your Jeep?" "So you and Braeden have more space for groceries, suitcases, babies-" Derek's look was enough to stop the amber-eyed from continuing. "Why do you really want me to have your Jeep, Stiles? You'd never give that thing to anybody." Stiles opened his mouth to come up with some stupid excuse, but that's when he realized there were no words in any vocabulary behind which he could hide. And he didn't want to. The whole point of this charade was for him to confess his feelings to Derek. And so he did. "Because I'm scared you will forget me." Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "We both know that is impossible." "No, it isn't." "Stiles. There is no way I'm forgetting you. You're my anchor, my safe person, the one who keeps me sane when everything else around me screams for me to give in and let the wolf take over." Derek briefly paused and a glint of hope made its way through Stiles's eyes. Maybe there was a chance. And then Derek spoke again. "You're the closest thing to family I have." For a second, everything around Stiles went black. He didn't hear a single word Derek spoke after that sentence. He was sure that if the werewolf had focused his hearing, he would have been able to hear the sound of Stile's heart shattering. "That's not what I meant" was the only thing Stiles managed to get out. "What did you mean, then?" "God, how are you this clueless?". Stiles stepped away. His eyes were resentful and sad, but his face was somehow unreadable. "I don't… I don't understand." "Of course you don't, you idiot! I love you!" Stiles screamed, tears brimming his eyes. The room fell silent, Stiles's gaze piercing through Derek. After what felt like a lifetime, Derek's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes staying on the young man in front of him. "What do you mean you love me?". The question came out quiet, almost shy. "I mean I love you. I have loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you that afternoon in the preserve. And I hate you for that. I hated you then and I hate you now. I hate you because there is no waking moment where I'm not thinking about you, and there is no dream of mine you don't hunt at night. I hate how good your aftershave smells, how perfect your hair is. I hate how warm your laughter makes me feel. I hate how whenever you hug me I wish we could stay like that forever, how destabilizing the sight of your body is. I hate everything you do to me. And you don't even realize it. You don't understand I would go to the ends of the Earth for you." Derek's puzzled expression did not falter. If anything, his eyebrows furrowed even deeper, if that was possible. "Okay.", Stiles scrubbed a hand across his face in frustration. "Maybe this will clear things out for you." He took a couple of long strides, enough to close the distance between him and Derek, before crashing his lips on his. Being caught off guard, the werewolf didn't react immediately. But then his brain started working again, his reactions to the kiss changing as the information was being processed.

Stiles loved him. He loved him in a way nobody else had ever loved him before. Derek deepened the kiss, flattered. His heart was brimming with affection for the clumsy young man who had irreparably made his way into the wolf's heart. But that was all it was. Affection. Not the romantic love Stiles had just poured all over him. And that's when he pushed him away, taking a step back to put even more distance between himself and Stiles. "I- I can't do this." It was now Stiles's turn to look puzzled. "Why did you kiss me back, then?" "It-it was a mistake. I let my emotions get the best of me and reacted without thinking." "Oh, so you're saying you love me too, but can't do this? Why, is it because of Braeden?" "Yes… No. I don't know.", Derek sighed exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look. Me marrying Braeden has nothing to do with you. I love her. And I love you too, just…" it pained Derek too much to finish the sentence. "… Just not in the same way as I love you." Stiles finished it for him. Derek's gaze fell, knowing this would probably be the breaking point for Stiles. And, just as likely, for their relationship. He wasn't as clueless as Stiles made him out to be. He had noticed the glances Stiles would steal at him, how he would use all possible excuses to touch him, how he was always there for him, always available, always prioritizing him. Derek wasn't clueless. He had just been living in denial the entire time. Because he was scared to lose Stiles, too. Truth be told, he was terrified. Stiles's hand came to rest on Derek's shoulder. When he looked up, he saw a faint smile on Stile's face. His eyes were still filled with sadness, but Derek knew what he was doing. Stiles was putting him first. Stiles always put Derek first. He pulled Stiles into a tight hug. "I'm sorry.", he whispered. "Don't be.", Stiles replied. "I can finally stop waiting for you. Now, what do you say we get you married, huh?"

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