#and get kisses i am desperate for so many small kisses again
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E̴N̴T̴W̴I̴N̴E̴D̴ - Series - Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f/reader
Warnings: Solid context, fluff but very much self-pleasure session with Benny bby +18, not raw but is going there
Notes: IT'S ALMOST TIMEEEEE Y'ALL, hours away really. Thank you again for reading and liking this story <3 it makes me feel so appreciated :')
WC: 6.4K I got carried away hehe
You didn't know how to stare at Lord Coxingworth at this very moment. He was so graceful in his movements, with his words and his pose and everything pointed in the right direction. Correction. To the proper direction.
With a glint of desperation, you saw how he started to confess, how his speech started and you felt so... frustrated. He will ask why you will say no to his proposal and what could you say? Benedict Bridgerton has searched all over me for his inspiration and still is not finished.
You blinked away and saw Lord Coxingworth with impatience. When can he be done? So you can flee and go three houses up and meet Benedict and finish whatever happened last night.
***
"Benedict" you whimpered at the force of the kiss
"Say it again, sweetheart" he mumbled seeing you with passion "Say you want the same"
You could not feel your body, your legs failed you and his grip on your waist was the only thing holding you up "I want the same"
"You do?" he purred and his nose brushed yours "You do?"
"Yes"
His eyes sparkled "No need to convince you"
"What are you calling this then?" you pointed at your extremely warm and suffocating embrace "hmmm?"
"I call it, finally" he smiled, and he kissed you, and you felt yourself sink.
The next time you opened your eyes, Benedict's hand was in the small of your back, and your body was flush against his, the thin fabric of your sleeping gown was the only thing separating you from his skin.
"How I've dreamed of this" he muttered against your lips "how many nights did I wish you were beside me"
"You are so silly, Ben" you cupped his cheek "So, so silly"
"Why is that?"
"You are here" you smiled "And I am here. Dreams do not often come alive and still, I am here"
"hmmm" he was an avalanche at your words as his head buried on your neck smelling the sweet scent of you. His teeth grazed your sensitive spot making you moan, his tongue traced every kind of form and shape and it made you agonizingly hot and needy.
He sucked the spot where your shoulder met your neck and he gripped you, pinned you against the wall. You have never met so much desire before, the way his body felt against yours was not enough.
"Ben, I can't take it anymore" you cried in a whisper and your hand cupped his cheek
"Tell me what you need" he breathed so harshly as he broke the safe heaven of your neck and he saw the pause in your beautiful framed eyes and it struck him.
He can take you right now, here in his studio. He has it so easy, that you already took your robe out of your delicate body so he could, in a swift motion, remove your sleeping gown. He can spread your legs and admire your womanhood, he can lock his mouth in your nipples and oh so kiss your ribcage while playing with you and, and, and...
But you stared at him with a flinch of hesitation. He is not stupid, he knows this is the first page you have opened in the book of lust and sex. Taking you here, getting your innocence on a night like this is far from what he wants. He knows that you can respond to his question and tell him what you need but is it really what you need? Hell, he is again thinking for you but no, this is a matter far more important to think.
"I know what you need and I know what you want" he whispered caressing her cheek "That is all I needed to hear"
Your eyes landed on your twisted neckline as your right shoulder remained visible "But-"
"I know" he chuckled and placed a tender kiss on your cheek, your chin, the tip of your nose, your forehead and his lips hovered at your ear "And it is going to be everything you dreamed of and more, my love. But perhaps tonight is not the night"
"You mean, after marriage?" you asked shyly
Benedict was fighting with the idea, his groin was fighting with the idea "If that is what you want... I-"
"No, I meant if you believe it is for the best"
"Of whom?" he felt the sweat on his nape
You shrugged "of us?"
"Is that a question or an answer?"
"I don't know" you huffed
"I know what you mean" he nodded, his honour and yours were hanging from a thread so so thin like your gown and then it hit him again if your innocence will be taken in some near future then he can do other things to you that do not require you losing it "and I know what we can do"
"What?" you begged in your soft voice
"Have fun before our nuptials"
***
"Miss Ashbourne?"
You blinked at Lord Coxingwworth and his waiting smile "My Lord?"
"As I was saying" he turned around to stare at your mother who was there and you didn't realize until now "I know a diamond when I see one and you shine so bright it was hardly a discovery" he kneeled and took your hand "Miss Ashbourne, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
Your mother stood there and her expression was unreadable. She looked at Lord Coxingworth and then at you, her face was calm, no tears, no happiness and no excitement, it was what it should happen.
"My Lord" you stumbled upon the words "I... I..."
"I understand this is a surprise but" he turned to stare at your mother "I do believe Miss Ashbourne can give me an answer right now, can she not?"
"Of course, Lord Coxingworth," said your mother with a hint of disappointment and a hint of frustration aimed at you "This is such an honour, a blessing really and we are honoured, my dear are we not?"
You swallowed your pride and smiled "It is, indeed" and you khow he was going to take what you said as a yes so you launched forward that he almost lost his balance "But I am in such a complex situation that I must come clean to you, my Lord"
"Y/N-"
"You see" you interrupted your Mama "I am engaged" The words dribbled from your lips so fast that they were not even formed correctly
"Engaged?!"
"I know, I should have told you beforehand but it was a rather sudden engagement and-"
"Miss Ashbourne" Lord Coxingworth was standing at his feet once again and he looked... he looked embarrassed in all his splendour "Miss A-"
"I hoped to see you today to bring the news but your speech caught me off guard I couldn't stop you between such devoted words"
Your mother looked beyond furious but her modals did not falter
"I... to..." he stuttered "To who are you engaged? I thought you were not seeing someone else"
"As I said it was rather fast, yes" you inhaled "Mr. Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton"
"Dear Gentle Reader,
My oh my, this author has nothing more to say but ouch. A commotion happened just outside Ashbourne's residence at Old Burlington Street. The loud voices clearly woke everyone who was still dreaming and what a thing. Yours truly was not there -or if I was you will never know- but the story has not been dissimilar from person to person contrary to other gossips. This one stays the same.
Lord Coxingworth walked outside the residence and it was not with a new wife but with a rather sad irate face. He avoided his transportation only to knock, insistently, at Benedict Bridgerton's residence but he found no one apart from a poor housemaid who was shocked to her core at his insistent manner of talking with the second son.
This author is clear on something. He proposed and Miss Ashbourne has said no, that or another thing transpired. But let me be clear, this proposal started with the left foot and ended clearly with Miss Ashbourne dizzily stepping on his foot -again-.
***
You stared at Violet's eyes as she kindly scanned your face "I must say I can't imagine what your mother told you after this" She left Lady Whistledown and sighed "was she harsh, dear?"
"She hasn't spoken to me yet" you admitted with a slight pinch inside and you took your tea and saw the roaming body of Eloise in the back "Eloise you are making me dizzy"
"You are going to step on my foot too?"
"Eloise!" Violet reprimanded "Your dear friend is going through a hard time, can you be more sensible?"
You looked around at Hyacinth and Gregory who were curious about your situation but not meddling that much. You felt so uneased at the fact that you have left the Bridgertons -except one- in the shadows. They don't know that you are going to marry Benedict, they only know you said no to Lord Coxingworth.
"Was he untoward to you?" Violet asked
You shook your head, trust is strong with her as you considered her an exceptionally maternal woman "No, thank God. He was always proper and I only have good things to say about him"
"Then?" Eloise confusedly scrunched her nose "Why the negative?"
"I am sure she has her reasons" Francesca came back with an embroidery set "Don't you?"
"I do" you muttered but the truth had to come with Benedict in the room "Bu-"
"When you are ready, dear" Violet softly curved her lips "Now drink your tea it will calm you down"
It was no more than minutes when you heard some noise downstairs, you straightened on your chair and waited. The butler by the entrance to the room you six were stepped back. You frowned and your face contorted at the sight of Benedict, sweat around his temples, flushed, tired, his attire looked convoluted, his hand nested a bruise on the knuckles.
"Oh my!" Violet stood up and walked to him "Benedict what happened?"
Everyone except you interrogated him. Your logic made sure to merge the happenings.
"Bring water, and bandages" Violet commanded, tears in her eyes "My boy, what...?"
"Mother" he said and took Eloise as support, she guided him to the divan by the end of the room "I assure you I am fine, fatigued that is all"
"Have you quarrelled with someone?" Gregory asked
"Gregory, Hyacinth please go to your governess"
"B-"
"I am pleading you two" Violet was on the verge of tears "Please"
The children walked outside with the biggest of pouts and they both threw glances at Benedict but he didn't return any apart from seeing you there. He sneered a bit when Eloise touched his shoulder.
"What happened?" Violet demanded
"A quarrel indeed, mother"
"Of what sort?"
"I assure you, I am on my five senses, mother. Quite spirited actually" he said smiling, directed at you of course but you looked down “I am just bruised, you should have seen him”
Violet could not pop her eyes more “who?!”
Eloise sighed and walked to sit next to her brother who was clearly trying to control the pain of his wound "Lord Coxingworth..."
"Coxingworth?!" Violet was going to have a heart attack
"Mother, I know I have a lot to explain, and I promise I will. But can we save it for later?"
"Benedict! We certainly cannot”
“Or won’t?” He tried to smile but flinched as a maid tried to heal the wound “There is no need for that now, thank you” The maid bowed her head and left “Mother-“
Violet sat down and looked at you “I am so sorry Y/N… I was not expecting this at all” she heaved as she breathed “, especially with Lord Coxingworth in the middle of this” She stopped and looked at Benedict “Why Lord Coxingworth?” She questioned
“Yes, why him?” Eloise asked
Benedict looked at you and nodded and you nodded back, this was it.
You took a deep breath and stood up. Violet might have thought you were excusing yourself but her eyes turned to see how you walked forward at their private questioning circle.
“Mother” he tried to draw one of those pursed adorable smiles he knows his mother adores “I am going to marry, Miss Ashbourne”
Eloise Bridgerton not so subtly snorted with such a noise that drew everyone’s eyes towards the wall where Francesca stood straight, she giggled at her sister’s reaction. She stood so quiet all this time that everyone looked surprised at her presence.
“I’m sorry?” Eloise smiled in the only way she knew how to do, confused, perplexed and waiting for someone to say they were pulling her hair
Violet opened her mouth more than she could that her hands did not conceal the shock. Francesca walked closer and her embroidery set still hanging from her hands was long forgotten.
Eloise cleared her throat, a nervous trait she has and nodded with a smile on her face "So that is why we are here?"
You felt like your legs were going to fail you and sat down beside Benedict who shifted in his languid posture to give you space to do so “I know this must be a surprise, it is to us too”
You turned to look at him and he held your hand, the bruised hand, the one you knew had collided with Lord Coxingworth’s cheek, stomach?
“My dear…” Violet touched her chin, the shock not leaving her features for one moment and then she laughed and looked at Francesca who was now standing next to Eloise, looking at the floor with her hands behind her back, her eyes not meeting anyone, especially you “that is why you turned his proposal”
“To accept his” Francesca pointed with her gentle eyes at her brother “My…”
“God!” Eloise exclaimed and sneered and scrunched her face “You and you?!”
Violet chuckled and stood up, she walked to you took your hand and squeezed it, she kissed your forehead and then she kissed Benedict's.
"How?" Eloise's voice was loud "how?!”
“Eloise please” Violet pleaded “Is this not the thing we wanted?”
“But she’s… she is like a sister”
“Eloise!” Francesca caused alarm with her voice “That is not the appropriate way of treating your sister-in-law. Do you want to offend them in such a manner? Or are you just being insensitive again”
Violet waved. Her hands at the sisters “All alright there, let’s see” she turned around “Was Lord Coxingworth the one who started the quarrel?”
“Definitely,” Benedict said and grunted trying to sit straighter
“Good and who else was there?”
“Mostly every other nobleman from this ton”
“So this happened at the club?” She asked and knew the answer was yes “Well if I know something is that those husbands will return home and tell their wives”
“Or mistresses” Eloise finally spoke
“Then…” Violet continued “we shall keep our heads up”
“It is not a scandal” Francesca shrugged “She merely denied a proposal because she was already engaged, right?”
“Yes, very much engaged” Benedict nodded and squeezed your hand
You felt like the most fortunate girl in the world with the support of the Bridgertons, maybe Eloise’s falling quite behind but either way, you knew the rest of the clan would understand that whatever gossip flees from mouth to mouth has a good reason behind.
“My dear” Violet said “you must regain yourself, heal that hand of yours, go to your former bedroom and-“
“Refresh me, I know” Benedict stood up, gracefully placing a hand on your back “I must be back in a while”
His tender voice made you feel all kinds of things and you looked at him as he walked away leaving you again in the company of the women you considered family. Family. They will be real family now.
“There is so much to unfold here” Eloise said sitting down in front of you “Is it not?” She asked the others
“Well” Violet kindly said sitting next to her daughter “if I must say so myself I find this… not surprising at all yet surprising at a degree”
“That doesn’t make sense, mother”
Violet shrugged at Eloise and looked at you “I hope this day does not make you weary, Y/N. This is not the best way for you to start your engaged phase”
“I think I brought it upon myself”
Francesca arched a row “Why?”
You bit your cheek and realized you let yourself talk after so much silence “Well, it was quite confusing at first”
“I bet” Eloise nodded
“Let her talk”
“With Lord Coxingworth being extremely forward and Benedict and I…”
Kissing each other at the devil’s hour.
“Having so much time knowing each other” you continued “I don’t know how it happened but” you giggled “he said we started seeing each other in other colours”
Violet smiled and placed a hand over her heart, the way you saw her do a lot of times, but this was the first time it was directed at you.
Eloise nodded, she looked serious. “Hmmm”
“And true he was” you admitted “However with Lord Coxingworth things were accelerating”
“Why not put a stop and spare his feelings?”
Francesca seemed to growl at Eloise’s lack of understanding.
You bit the inside of your cheeks and shook your head “Benedict wanted time to think as well”
“I would understand that logic” Violet nodded “It is not a simple decision”
Francesca hummed and nodded with her usual quietness
Eloise sighed and rolled her eyes but the look in her eyes was a happy one and then she giggled and nodded a couple of times. “I can’t believe you like my brother”
“Do not speak ill of him” Violet reprimanded
“He is divine, a piece of heaven in earth” she blinked
“Funny” Francesca turned to you “I can’t believe you are my future sister in law"
“I can’t believe this is happening like so” you snorted
“Come here, dear” Violet stood up. She approached you and hugged you, not a tight hug, a comforting one. “All will be well, especially with a wedding coming. That is what must fill your mind and soul.”
***
Was it fear? You did not want to return to your place, alone and ready to be questioned by your mother but with a pinch of hostility. You took every second the Bridgertons offered you that day and when sunset came you prepared yourself for facing your parents.
You said farewell with Benedict by your side. The look on Violet’s face as she experienced for the first time you and Benedict together not as friends but as a couple, made you blush.
Nonetheless when you were ready to walk further to your street he changed the path to-
“Wait”
“Is there something bad?” He felt your resistance
“It is your house” you commented
“Yours too”
It melted you the ease with which he was already sharing things “but, that should be-“
He did not allow you to continue, he simply put a finger over your lips and smiled, he guided you further and opened the door to his house. The sunset painted its walls differently than during the night.
“This time we can pass the evening in…” he hummed “The tea room?”
“Is there going to be tea?”
He smirked and leaned to kiss your lips, the tip of his nose touched yours and he said.
"Maybe something stronger"
His fingers touched your jaw, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and when he reached your chin he tilted it up and kissed you once and pulled apart.
“Come on… fiancé”
The word made your heart beat so hard you were certain the whole London would hear it. He pulled the chair back for you to sit, he poured the amber liquid and handed you the glass. He did the same for himself, a few more drops to his, and sat in front of you.
“Good day?”
You laughed at the mockery “Yes splendid. Best day of my life”
“Leave that for the wedding night” he savoured the rim of the glass with brandy and sighed “All in all, are you alright?”
You smiled and nodded, the warmth in your chest was not because of the drink, nor the day. It was him.
He was smiling, he was not hiding his face, he was not ashamed of your situation and his hands were not shaking.
“I am tranquil now. The situation will die shortly I know”
“Exactly” he smiled “I knew you would come to that”
“Well, you do say you know me well, so who am I to say otherwise?”
He smiled and nodded “Would you like to rest here before you head to your place?”
“Can I just sleep here?” You heard your voice but didn’t remember how is that you articulated it. You listened to your childish complaint and looked up at Benedict’s face.
He leaned his head to the side and smirked “You’re making this harder every day”
“No I’m not”
“Yes you are”
“And?”
“You want me to explode”
“I do not want such a thing”
“You want me to have the most forbidden thoughts about you and because I still can’t act upon them you like the torturing”
“Are you saying I’m a wicked person? Me? After today and yesterday and the days before, are you accusing me of such a thing?
He snorted and looked down as he shook his head.
You stood up and walked to him, his eyes were still low but you were sure his eyes followed you as he saw your figure above.
“Then I am wicked” you naturally said “I won’t go to my house just yet an-“
“Don’t say anything else”
Your body was jolted with strength that the staircase almost felt like air. You tripped, yes, but you almost flew. Where? You saw his bedroom, decorated with the same wooden panels and furniture. The smell of sandalwood and books, his sketches spread in front of the bed that looks extremely plush.
"I know you say you are tranquil," he said taking the knob and closing the door, he turned to you "I still think you are somehow troubled"
You saw he walked to the windows, the greenery from afar quickly was blocked by the thick curtains making the room ten times darker than twilight time.
"Just a tad" you murmured
"I do not enjoy that," he said and started kicking his boots "One thing you should know about me is th-"
"I know everything about you" you tried to smile and he adorably returned it
"No, you don't"
You took the bait plain and simple. You kicked your shoes not caring if the force of the pulling would rip the ribbons around your ankles "Lies" you said coming forward and he sighed against the headboard "I do know you"
He smiled again and made a gesture with his fingers "Just a few things you are missing, Y/N"
You huffed as you sat down by the end of the bed, your dress was not ample enough to sit crisis cross so you opted for your legs by the side, a bit uncomfortable "Like?"
He inhaled "Like for example, I am utterly protective"
"As everyone man should be"
He rolled his eyes "I am not every man, I am Benedict and when I say I am protective is because I am" he scratched his temple "If you are unwell, so Am I. If you are the happiest so will I be... if you are troubled, well I do not like it"
"What happened with Lord Coxingworth?"
Benedict looked down at his already bandaged knuckles, you saw him sigh and look away. "It is not important, not now"
"Did he hit you too?"
He snorted and closed his eyes as he laughed, his head went back to the pillow and you heard him inhale deeply. "Yes of course, it was a quarrel"
"He left my house quite fast... I know he knocked her and..." you stopped
"And he went to the Club and found me. Tried to make me drop the proposal!"
"What?"
"Yes" he looked bewildered "The bullocks of that man" he snorted "he tried so hard to make me say he can have you" he waved his hand "He is a Lord, he can marry tomorrow without a problem but having you was not something I was going to allow him to have"
You opened your mouth "I-"
"And I am not referring to you as an object, I am saying that your soul, as much as it is yours, I want just a pinch of it too"
"You have more than a pinch, Benedict"
He smirked at your comment, his foot playfully tapping your forearm trying to pull you closer. You obeyed and slid closer but not that much.
"So... he was not pleased and he insulted you, me, and well, our families"
"But we are not even married yet!"
"Yes, I know" he looked at his hand "I tried to be diplomatic but-"
"I am sorry," you said "What a sore loser"
Benedict leaned forward and sat upright "I do not blame him, my dear. I would be the most horrible maniac sore loser this world will see, worse than Napoleon if I lose you"
You looked down and your eyes met his hand on top of the duvet and you took it "Thank you for fighting for my honour"
"I am telling you, I am protective" he touched the side of your head "There is another side of me you haven't seen and I am not being naughty"
You laughed "Try to say that again without sounding naughty"
"What I mean" he hummed and laughed "You have never seen a Benedict a la romance... and now that I have you as my.... pffff!" he smiled "My fiancé... that grows even stronger"
"And what do I do with such knowledge?"
"Just know, when things happen, I will be there"
"For?"
"Everything" he whispered and leaned closer and his lips were touching yours. "Everything you need, everything you desire you will have it"
"It is enough with having you" you confessed smelling his warm breath
"Let me give you the world" he purred and kissed you
Was he intending to do that? Because the world seemed to fit in his lips and he was, as he professed, giving it to you. You felt the capturing soft lips as they opened, the tip of his tongue touched yours and the moan he released made you shiver. His arms were strong as they enveloped you, the scent of sandalwood and a touch of brandy filled your nostrils and your heart.
You felt your world leaning and indeed you were. He went to lay on his back as you kept yourself so damned uncomfortable with your straight dress but alas you could at least move your lips. You enclosed his lips and he yours, he licked your lower lip and gently bit it, his hands moved down to your waist, his fingers pressing against the material.
You pulled apart and gasped for air, his chest rising and falling with the same rhythm, his lips wet and swollen, his eyes almost black.
"What is the matter?" he whispered
You huffed and sighed as your hands grasped the lower sides of your dress and pul-
"What are you doing?" he looked panicked...?
"Nothing of that sort, I cannot move with this" You pulled it just above your knees and felt free as you could now flex on the bed
"That..." his blue eyes wandered so deep, so deep he got lost. Your thighs showed your white stockings tightened with feminine ribbon-like garnets and the visible skin was the most tempting thing he had ever seen. "Come here" he turned around and brought you to the mattress, the view oh the view of you against his linen and duvet "Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed of you in my bed?"
"Many I imagine" You tried to joke and he laughed.
"Yes many and none compared to the reality" his fingertips caressed the side of your calf, the sensation tickled you and your feet wiggled as he kept going upwards.
"What are you doing?"
"Touching you, feeling you... memorizing every inch of your body"
Your breathing increased with his touches, his hand moved to your knee and gently passed to your thigh where he could graze ever so lightly your skin, soft "So soft" he muttered
"You're softer"
"I am not" he said, his lips brushing your nose "You are the softest one in here" His hand was now on the inner side of your thigh and you bit the inside of your lips "This is a first" he murmured and leaned closer and his lips were touching the base of your neck, the sensitive part where your collarbone begins and the kisses were making your skin turn red. Benedict frowns at the barrier under your dress skirt "What is this...?"
You so innocently tried to lift your head as he funnily stretched the skirt to look under it "what?"
"You wear pantaloons"
"Pantalettes!" You giggled "Men wear pantaloons, I happen to wear pantalettes"
"Why?" he snorted putting the skirt down as he stood between your legs
"Because..." you laughed "I like them and..." you saw the look he gave you "I know many don't wear a thing"
"Many? Most!"
"And I am not most" Your hands pulled the skirt higher so you could see the soft cream fabric covering your lower part, they are shorter than pantaloons usually reaching below the knee, these you wear reach inches down your womanhood "Is it a sin?"
"For me it is" he snorted "Once married you must not wear them"
"Bene-"
"Let yourself free, my love"
"Ben-"
"Let the air flow" he giggles and you hit his side with your leg "Ouch"
"See me as a Christmastide present"
His ears perked at that "Say what?"
"You unwrap it, don't you? You do so with excitement. You wonder what can it b-"
But Benedict grasped your waist and moved again above you, the movement pulled the rest of the skirt up all the way to the waistband of your goddamned pantalettes
"Now you are the best gift. I agree"
"I was not finished"
"Uhummm" he kissed your neck, his lips and tongue tasted the soft skin and he bit the juncture between the base and the collarbone. His hands were on your hips, his thumb gently pressing your belly and moving slowly up.
"Benedict" you called out to him
"What is the matter, darling?"
"Are you going to remove them?"
He pondered the question for a while "Shou-"
"I feel weird" you confessed and saw how he tried to stop touching your hips "No, not bad... I... feel clammy"
"Clammy?"
You shrugged "Muggy?" you certainly couldn't describe the feeling down there "Perhaps if you take this off and... and..."
"Do you touch yourself?"
What kind of question was that? You frowned "Eh?"
"I mean when I'm not there and you need a relief, do you touch yourself?"
Your cheeks felt hot and he saw them turn a shade of pink that was almost too adorable. "No...?"
"Is that a ques-"
"No, why would I?" You simply asked
Benedict's shoulder dropped, he saw your face and wondered why were you so left behind in that type of passion, especially when is private... well, not now anymore.
"To live" he stated, "To live, my love..." he grunted and turned around to land on your side and he propped his head on his hand "I'll guide you"
You nodded "alright"
"Alright" he sighed "Come closer"
You did it so your shoulder was touching his chest "Done"
"Now... take those bloody gloves away"
You giggled and saw the short white gloves hiding your palms, you did so and playfully threw them away.
Benedict pursed his lips with a soft smile "This was supposed to be the part I took a peak at you doing it but with those..." he mocked your voice "Pantalettes... you must do it underneath"
"Do what?"
"Just..." he held your right hand and placed it on your belly, the ruffled sound of the pulled skirt making the only noise inside his room "So this hand... goes under that"
"Is your hand coming with me?"
Benedict was cursing inside he was feeling the real pain of not being able to do more now. He swears he could feel some wetness on his member and the look you gave was not helping him more.
"You can do it by yourself, can't you?"
"Of course I can"
"Well then, show me" he whispered. His lips brushed your earlobe and he nipped the shell of your ear. "Let your hand explore under there, go on"
You took a breath and allowed your hand under the cotton. It is not the first time you have explored there you remember. It was a year or perhaps two but the curiosity was definitely covered by fear of touching something that might cause an issue. This time you were curious and your fingers moved slowly, the skin was smooth, and the particular wetness made you frown - a thing Benedict caught completely-
"That is you" he kissed your temple "And all that has the ability to give pleasure"
You kept tracing around and looked to your side catching Benedict close "I thought it was for breeding"
"Don't use that word" he ordered "It does serve to procreate but, there is something you will find down there, it is small, round, and feels like a button, do you feel it?" he saw the bulge of your hand underneath the pantalette
"Feels strange, it does feel round"
"Sometimes very well hidden if you ask me" he bit his tongue, his expertise in the female body should not be trailed by that tone "Touch it, do not push. Graze"
"Hmmm" You were sure you were failing; the sensation was not coming at all "mmm-"
"Remember that day" he said with a deep exhale "when you went with my family to see the spring coming to a bloom?"
"This season?"
"No, last"
"Yes, I remember"
"And you grabbed a rose so desperately and grazed the petal with your finger?"
"I wanted to catch its pigment"
"Graze the same way"
"Graze the same way" you repeated and tried, you really tried, his lips were on your temple, his breath was hot and the warmth was coming to the pit of your stomach. You finally did it and gasped at the sensation.
"There it is" he cooed staring deeply at your dazed eyes.
"Hmmm"
"Keep on going, love" he murmured
You could feel it now, the heat threatening to really make you explode. The thoughts, oh the thoughts were too much. How can your mind split into two? One part is here feeling Benedict's presence and smelling his masculine cologne. And another part is imagining what else is in store for you two with his hands gripping, with his kissing and nibbling. Nibbling.
"Oh" you softly moaned
"That's it" he encouraged you
The heat was there, it was about to come. The tension was rising and the knot was tightening. Your fingers kept their pace, the grazing was not enough anymore, it was becoming a pressured rub and you felt your chest rise with the intake of air and your eyes felt heavy. Rubbing became circling and that was it.
You squirmed and tightened yourself at the explosion of... of... sensations. The sounds from your mouth, the growl from your throat were so unladylike and you loved it. You felt your mind coming and going back to you. Your body was in control now as your chest rose and fell, your back arched and your legs stretched until the muscles ached.
"Oh" you finished the instant with a sudden chest heave and drowsiness owned you for a while that you blinked away seeing Benedict right there with a smile you know he only draws when success is in his mind "what was that?"
"An orgasm" he answered and kissed your cheek "Congratulations"
You laughed and quickly felt the wetness all over you, you previously said it felt clammy but this... this was flooded.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that" he shrugged "Maybe now, yes... but when I come into the picture I'll clean you up good"
"Why should I worry about it now?" you gulped and sat upright "If I can grab a towel and-"
"I was certainly not talking about using a towel" he outright smirked
"Benedict!"
"Yes, dear?"
"No!"
"What?"
"Don't you dare!"
He frowned, "Don't I dare what?" he adorably sat upright and rubbed his face "The things you do to me, woman"
"So..." you took your discarded gloves but didn't put them on "For you is the same? the orgasm?"
"More or less"
"And do you think about me when you do it?"
He stared at the ceiling and sighed "All the bloody time"
"All the bloody time?"
"Every minute, every second, every time"
"How many times a day?"
Benedict looked perplexed at the curiosity "None of your business, Miss Ashbourne"
"It is my business" you winced as you hopped to the floor "If I'm the centre of the illusion... do you rub too?"
"No, I stroke"
You grinned fiercely, the grin of someone who is not up to any good. You looked at your hand and innocently hummed "You know, Mr. Bridgerton..." you licked your palm and heard his gasp
"What are you-"
"Just a taste, just a small one"
Benedict was about to protest but the view was not allowing him to say anything. Why was he going to protest? No, he got a little devil in front of him.
"Can I get a hold?"
"Of what?"
"Of you!"
"N-no...!"
"Why?"
"Because we have plenty of time to do so" he said and watched your expression change "What is the matter?"
"Nothing" you shrugged "Let this stay in history as the day you decided to pleasure yourself one more day while thinking of me"
"Not fair"
"While I offered to make it true"
Benedict rubbed his face again with the thought of wanting you to mix your honey with his member and come undone in front of you but for the sake of the day, you have had a fairly lot of stress that he doesn't want to push you any further than he already did.
"You" he pointed, his arm straight to your playfully all-so-bratty expression "Will pay enormously"
"When?" you eagerly said
"I won't send you an invitation, just be ready because my love... I'll come"
Yes, literally and figuratively.
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Huffs
#i got called good boy once and i want that again so bad#i did not realize that was something i liked#it has been running through my head for days#feels really dumb but man#one day in the future might hear it again#and get kisses i am desperate for so many small kisses again#also its probably dumb but like i think its so cute and nice that we both ended up having the same start date for hrt#i didnt know i was getting mine that day and i thought she was getting hers the next day
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YOU OWE ME - LN
warnings: none, just fluff (inspired by that one CL stream). this is so short pls forgive me
(also, anyone else seen the pics of lando in aus? FERAL for that man.)
“tier 1 sub - max can you tell lando to get off his computer and let me in the flat please im freezing” max reads out, bursting into laughter, “youre in trouble mate.”
max hears a travelling shout of swearing, getting quieter as lando’s headset is thrown to the desk and his entire body hurtling towards the front door.
“shit shit shit shit,” lando shouts, his fingers struggling with the keys left on the inside of the door. finally he manages to unlock the door and pull it open to see his girlfriend, rosy cheeked and a less than impressed expression.
“lando, how many times have i said to take the keys out of the door if you lock it and im not home - especially if youre not going to answer your phone.”
“im sorry baby, im sorry i know - i forgot,” he mumbles, his hands taking yours and bringing them to his face. he flinches slightly at the sheer coldness of your fingers, “do you want a drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee? it’ll warm you up”
“i’d love a cup of tea,” you smile sadly, shrugging your horribly thin jacket off. honestly, with the typical english winter, your jacket was almost useless in combatting the cold winds anyways. you move to follow lando into the kitchen, watching him fill the kettle and move to grab a mug from the cupboard.
“come here,” you say, opening your arms slightly for lando to move into. he moves to you instantly.
“you’re not angry at me?”
“no, i am. youre just warm” you say, looking up to smile at him. his hands fall to your waist, gripping your hips and hoisting you up to sit on the counter, but he doesn’t move back into your embrace. instead, his arms move to take his hoodie off himself, and pull it over your head.
“better?”
“slightly,” you're still smiling at him as you adjust the hoodie - lando can tell you're not angry at him, just slightly irritated.
“the heating’s on, my office is warm - you wanna go sit in there whilst i finish your tea, angel?” he asks, his hand stroking your cheek, “max is on call if you wanna talk to him for a bit? he’s streaming but you already know that,” he grins, his tongue sticking into the side of his cheek.
“i think max’s chat deserve to know how bad of a boyfriend you are,” you joke, hoisting yourself off the counter, ready to march on in and complain to the stream. lando’s hand catches your arm, spinning you back into his chest. his hand comes back to your cheek, and tilts your head back.
“im sorry baby, you know i am,” he frowns slightly - you reassure him that he is forgiven by pressing a small kiss to his lips. once again you go to move, but he pulls you back in, kissing you again - repeatedly pecking kisses all over your face and eventually your lips. his tongue swipes your bottom lip, begging for more. you pull your head back slightly, desperate to go and rat him out to max but his teeth nip down on your bottom lip again to prolong the connection.
“i don’t think so, lan,” you giggle, smiling up at him again. lando groans and swears you almost skip your way to his office, excited to tell max as he prepares for a night of grovelling.
“max. you’ll never believe this man,” you sigh, after popping lando’s headset on your own head.
“y/n! how are you?”
“freezing, max. and £10 poorer now i’ve had to sub to your twitch to be let into my own flat.”
“oh yeah, thanks for the sub,” max laughs out, looking at the chat, “it’s ok, chat reckon you should invoice lando for the inconvenience.”
“i think i might have to you know, although he’s making me a cup of tea right now and i might be able to pout my way into a takeaway tonight.”
“y/n that man is so whipped i don’t think you need to pout your way into him doing anything for you,” he responds, his emphasis on anything making you grin slightly.
minutes later, lando comes into the room, using his foot to kick the door open in front of him, his hands full with your mug and your lip balm. hang on, lip balm?
“here you go baby,” he says, placing the mug down on the coaster on his desk, “i put honey in it for your throat, and i brought your lip balm ‘cos your lips are dry,” he grins as he hands you the lip balm.
“my lips wouldn’t be dry if you’d answered the phone the first time i rang you,” you say, the eye roll evident in your voice, even to max who couldn’t see your face.
“hang on, y/n, how does he know your lips are dry?” max interrupts, his laugh travelling through the headset.
“because max, when two people love each other very muc-”
“ew stop it,” lando interjects, as he sets up a second set of headphones to join in the chat.
“he’s trying to regain my love with physical affection.”
“i can tell from your tone that it’s not working.”
“well, after that ‘ew’ i think i may have to revoke all physical affection.”
“you wouldn’t,” lando gasps, his hands dramatically clutching his chest.
“order dominoes and ill reconsider. you owe me.”
“yeah lando, and send her £10 to cover the cost of the twitch sub,” max shouts, siding with you, “chat also think you should, as a courtesy.”
you don’t say anything, but turn to look at him, puppy dog eyes and a pout to complete the look.
“fine! fine,” he laughs again, holding his hands up in surrender, “i was going to offer anyways.”
“sure you were,” you and max manage to say simultaneously.
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an hour later, your food had arrived and your saying goodbye to max and his chat, as lando goes to the door. however, by the time you shuffle into the living room, lando has began setting up netflix, sat next to a mound of blankets he’d brought in from your bedroom.
“hey you, come ‘ere,” he says, leaning his back against the arm of the sofa and tapping the space between his legs. once you were settled, your back resting on his chest, he leans to grab the pizza box on the coffee table in front of you - it went down quickly.
“funny how hungry you get when you’re left shivering in the freezing cold for hours," you think out loud.
“it wasn’t hours and i didn’t do it on purpose y/n,” lando whines, scoffing slightly at the time embellishment, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he did.
“i know baby, i’m sorry. you’re forgiven,” you start to feel bad for him. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before manoeuvring you both further down the sofa until he’s laying completely flat, and you roll over so that your head can lay on his chest. the two of you lay in silence for a few moments, the tv still playing quietly in the background, and you feel his chest moving with every breath.
lando's hands wander underneath his your hoodie, and begin to trace small shapes on your skin, making you shiver slightly. then, a thought hits you.
“someone needs to make a compilation of F1 drivers accidentally locking their girlfriends out because they’re streaming,” he laughs as you say it, your whole body shaking from the shuddering of his laughing, "it seems to happen more than you'd think."
“hey! i wasn’t streaming - max was, i was just there. AND! i paid you back, charles never paid his girlfriend back for the sub.”
“oh, aren’t you generous.”
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#lando x reader#lando smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#formula 1#mclaren f1#mclaren#lando norris fluff#propertyofwicked
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impulsive
pairing: chris sturniolo x reader
summary: chris impulsively texts you, and it end up with him between your thighs.
warnings: smut, face sitting, short oneshot
notes: hope you like it, don’t read if you don’t like sexual content! ill make more fluff in the future! btw pink is texts
chris: hi, can you sit on my face??
you: dont know where this is coming from but yes i can
chris: really? like actually? you’re serious?
you: how about you come over and i can show you how serious i am?
chris: omw
“fuck fuck fuck.” you whined, head falling foward to stare down at your best friend between your thighs.
you let out a cry as his lips sucked roughly around your clit, your knuckles turning white as you clutched onto your headboard.
chris’ eyes rolled to the back of his head, getting drunk off the taste of you. he couldn’t get enough of your pussy, veined hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you in place. he forced you to ride his face until you screamed from his tongue and mouth, shaking and convulsing. he still didn’t stop though, but its not like you wanted him to.
your glazed over eyes found his lovestruck ones peering up at you as he slowly flicked his tongue into your dripping pussy, making your legs tremble at the sight. this was something you had fantasized about but never thought would come true, considering chris was your best friend and never indicated he had wanted anything more.
“o-oh my god, i’m cumming again.” you squealed, muscles tensing weakly as you orgasmed once again. he groaned into your cunt at the taste of your cum dribbling down into his mouth, your hips jerked in over-sensitivity as he continued his tongue movements with vigor.
“c-chris! i cant!” you whimpered, trying to pull off of him but his hands pulled your pussy back down towards his panting mouth, making you sob in overstimulation.
“stop moving. you’ll cum as many times as i say, alright?” he murmured, softly kissing your clit and making you flinch from the burning pleasure. it was borderline painful, but that just made you moan more and louder.
“h-hurts! oh fuck, feels so f-fucking good.” you cry out, your hips now subconsciously rocking against chris’ mouth, seeking out the scorching pain and pleasure he gives you over and over and over.
“you like sitting on my face, baby? my tongue in your pussy?” he lewdly asks while catching his breath, hands massaging your thick thighs that tighten around his head. jesus, he would happily live and die here on this bed, with you sitting on his face.
you mindlessly nod, small tears building in your waterline. your definitely disheveled, your hair is a mess, eyes half lidded, and mouth slightly parted.
he smacks his hand down on your thigh when you don’t answer, making you gasp. he could feel your cunt clench.
“answer me, y/n. or did i fuck you too stupid to speak?”
chris’ words only make you whine and move your hips, trying to get him to just continue even if you knew it would hurt to orgasm again. you wanted it.
he doesn’t comply. he starts to tease you, kissing and biting your inner thighs but not going to where you want him.
you groan in frustration, body trembling with need as your chest heaves with heavy breaths. your pussy clenches around nothing, and you know he can tell his teasing is affecting you by the smirk on his glistening lips.
“what is it, y/n? did i really fuck you stupid? use your words.”
you glare down at him as your pleasure fades away, but the constant throb of need is there. “chris.” you grumble, sighing as he kisses your thigh.
“there ya go, atta girl. now tell me what you want.” his voice is low and causing goosebumps to rise on your hot skin.
“i want you.” you whisper honestly, and you lock half lidded eyes with him. you both know you mean that in more ways than one, not just sexually.
chris’ adams apple bobs as he swallows and then smiles with relief and infatuation. “good. i want you too.”
“then hurry up, chris.” you whine, bringing your hips down in a desperate motion, “please fuck me.”
(not proofread or edited)
#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo imagine#christopher sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#smut#tropes#fanfic#smutty fanfiction#smutty smut smut
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imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.
he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”
which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.
after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.
“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.
“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”
“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”
“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.
“suna we’v-“
“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”
“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”
“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”
“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”
“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”
“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”
“im still 18 though.”
“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.
“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3
#if you see and spelling mistakes no you dont#my suna brainrot is so strong atm#he is all of my thoughts 25/8#haikyuu#hq x you#haikyuu!!#hq imagines#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#hq hcs#lav.posts♡#suna fluff#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna rintarou fluff#suna rintaro#haikyuu suna#hq suna#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarō#suna x reader#suna x y/n#suna imagines#suna rintaro x you
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In from the Cold
(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)
After a mission gone wrong, the Reader is left wandering confused, cold and alone in the biting snow- only Nanami Kento can save you, and warm you up.
WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, smut, PIV intercourse, fingering, handjobs, fluffy intercourse
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"[...]The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
-- Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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"[...] Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, enfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up and breathe me."
-- Sia, Breathe Me
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Oh, god, Kento. Please find me. I'm so cold. I'm so cold. I'm so tired. I'm so afraid to fall asleep, in case I never get to say goodbye. In any other world, in any other universe, you would find me and I'd be warm.
Curled on wet cardboard boxes against a stack of bins, the shivers had now stopped. You felt the cold deep in your belly as you fought desperately against sleep. Blinking away tears, the thick falling snow and orange streetlights bled together, and you felt yourself drift, heavy, unmoving...
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The day had started like any other. Pulling on your usual mission attire, Kento leaned in and gave you a smooth goodbye kiss while pulling his tie through its loop. Separate missions, separate sides of the city, and neither expected to be much of a challenge to a pair of seasoned, competent sorcerers.
You gripped Kento's hair and pulled him back for a second kiss, his chest rumbling with a deep chuckle.
"Go, love," he had warned, faux-stern as he squeezed your hips, "if we're done with work fast, I'll be all yours, all evening."
You groaned against his lips, and nuzzled into his firm neck, breathing deeply of his smell; a spiced cologne, deep and woody and undeniably Kento.
"Promises, promises, darling. I'll bring the wine, you bring the bread and cheese?" Murmuring his assent into your hair, you reluctantly pulled away, mischief sparkling in your eyes. Kento turned you by the shoulders, and when he patted your bum towards the door, you laughed.
"Be safe, Kento. I love you!" and you had swept out the doorway as Kento shook his head fondly. You stepped out into the bitter cold, hailing a taxi- you would get yourself there today, but Ijichi was on call to collect you later. Enjoying the peace of a taxi journey where neither you nor the driver wished to chat, you rested your forehead against the window and watched as the first fat flakes of snow fell upon the Tokyo streets.
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Many hours had passed. Your curse had been much stronger, more vicious and tenacious than expected. With absolute focus, skill and determination, you had cleansed the abandoned hospital of its filthy inhabitant, and stood shaking, dazed and alone.
As you struggled to collect your thoughts, your arms were heavy as lead as they tried to take stock of your body, your injuries. Multiple and minor, you determined, but a firm crack to the temple as you had been swept aside by a thrashing tail, left your head throbbing and fuzzy.
Pipes had been wrenched from the walls and spewed frigid water. You were soaked through, and as the adrenaline faded you began to shiver, deep violent shivers all the way through to your stomach. Your mask and glasses were shattered across the floor. Face bare, and vision impaired, you reached into your pocket grasping your phone in its ziplock bag.
With despair, you looked down at your phone. It was utterly ruined, smashed and soaked, ziplock bag ripped open by the cracked and warped glass of the device.
Nodding slowly to yourself, and glancing out the first floor windows into the pale of the night, the eerie glow told you the snow had fallen deep and thick upon the ground.
Ijichi will be here by now, you reasoned to yourself. I'll be home and in a nice hot bath before I know it.
You wobbled towards the staircase, assuring yourself you were fine. Gripping the bannister, you took the flight of stairs at an unsteady pace. Your fingers felt like putty, cold and numb against the dark wood.
You pushed the ageing front doors open, hearing the frosted chains clank, broken, against the metal. Looking onto the streets eagerly for Ijichi, you did not notice the sheets of ice beneath the fresh snow on the steps, and slid backwards hard, your head cracking on the concrete.
Crying out, coughing and winded, you slid down the rest of the steps. Vision blurring, you raised a tentative hand to the back of your head, wincing as you felt the sharp tang of split skin. The bleeding seemed minimal, but your head only throbbed harder.
Pulling yourself up from the snow, you heard only the sounds of snow-hushed suburbia. The old hospital was on the outskirts of Tokyo, now silent and abandoned, and faint orange streetlights ahead of you told of a quiet street, its residents all in bed, or soon to be. Ijichi was nowhere in sight.
Unlike him, you thought to yourself with a gulp. Body still wracked with shivers, pain, and confusion, you took a meandering walk through the crunching snow, all the way around the hospital.
As your path reconnected with your original footprints, which were now softened by continued snowfall, you were forced to conclude that Ijichi was not here.
Growing colder and more confused, you set your pace firmly towards the street ahead. If you could find a phone, work out exactly where you were, or hail a taxi home, you would be fine. Patting your pockets with rubbery fingers, you felt for your thin purse, always stocked with emergency cash and your bank card.
Your heart sank. Gone, and lost, somewhere in the chaos of the fight. No phone. No cards. No cash. No idea where you were. You stared helplessly back at the hospital, now as good as miles away with the state you were in. You stood at a crossroads between houses, each rolling street looking just the same as the next, but you saw the Tokyo skyscrapers in the distance and set your course.
Your clothes soon became stiff with the blood and water, and snow collected in your hair, body and soul feeling dank, heavy and wet. Desperate, you hesitated by a house with a light on downstairs. Maybe they'll let me use their phone? At your first step towards the front door, the downstairs lift switched off and you halted.
You laughed bitterly to yourself, at your thought that a soaked and blood covered stranger in the night, and a foreigner no less, would be welcomed into this Tokyo home. If they didn't slam the door, they'd simply call the Police.
No, you thought, best bet is just to keep walking and get home to Kento. Get home to Kento. Get home to Kento. You continued these words like a mantra as you walked, and walked, and walked, dead-legged and deeply, concerningly cold now, and it just went on and on and on, and even when you started passing shops and restaurants and strangers who veered around you with hands clasped over their mouths and words of shock to their friends and partners you just kept walking dazed and lost now and so tired and so cold and you just needed a rest before you carried on into the night and the laughter from bars and music from clubs washed over you as you lost your footing again and again and took a tumble down an alleyway desperate for somewhere out of the snow and fell onto wet cardboard against a bin that was so comfortable as you rested your weary spinning head.
You started to sob, soft and pathetic, whispering pleas for Kento to come to you, to carry you home, to whisper sweet things in your ears. You were too far gone to see reason or a way out, feeling your brain shut down in the cold.
"Hey, hey! What have we got here? Hey cutie, are you lost?" You glanced up feebly to see three or four shadows leaning over you, all men, and the smell of beer hit your nose.
"Please can you help me?" you stuttered in broken Japanese, "I'm so cold."
The shadows laughed and jeered, and you felt a hand grip your arm to pull you up, as the man in front cooed, "Don't you worry sweetheart, we can get you nice and warm, right boys?"
Another, familiar voice cut through the alleyway, dark and threatening.
"Get your filthy fucking hands off her. If her fiancé doesn't rip your dicks off, I'm happy to oblige."
You were dropped back against the bin as the men scattered, and cool long fingers pulled your face upwards to see the face of Satoru, your dear friend, hair as white as the snow. He pulled you up easily with one arm, his other hand pressing his phone to his ear.
"Nanami. I've got her. I've got her. Come to the car, now." Satoru hung up, and bent down, hoisting you onto his back. "Bet you've never been so happy to see me, huh, kiddo?" His attempt at lightheartedness was tight and easily gave away his fear. You clutched at his jacket, weeping with relief, and opening your eyes as you heard frantic footsteps rush to reach you and Satoru.
"Shit, Gojo, where did you find her? Shit, shit, shit, she's soaked. Darling, are you awake?"
A goofy smile on your face, you gazed at Kento like you'd seen an angel; absolute panic on his usually stoic face, hair messy and wet, and bundling you from Gojo's back into the back of the car, he was still just as handsome as you always knew him.
"Gojo, give me your shirt, anything warm and dry. I've got to undress her. You drive."
You felt Kento's huge warm fingers begin to deftly rid you of your sodden clothes. Satoru, unusually serious and quiet, put the heating on full blast and rumbled the car to life. You remained impassive and smiling blankly at Kento as he pulled Gojo's shirt and his own shirt onto your cold body. He slipped off his shoes, removed his socks and pulled them onto your own, holding your toes between his hands and breathing hot breath onto them. Wrapping his overcoat around you, Kento pulled you into his lap, covering you in as much of his body as he could manage. Warmth washed over you, Kento's body a furnace. He pushed your hands under his undershirt, chilly against his solid chest. You hummed happily, curling your toes, finally safe. You drifted in and out of sleep, taking in snippets of conversation.
"Ijichi...miscommunication...thought he was supposed to get me..."
"No word from her...hours and hours...lost."
You snapped out of your thoughts as Kento insisted that Gojo drive you to Jujutsu High, to wake up Shoko, to spend the night there.
"No!" you blurted out, and both men looked to you, Satoru in the rear view mirror, "No, I'm okay. I just need a warm bath, a warm bed and some plasters. I'm alright. I'm already feeling a lot better."
Kento looked at you like you'd grown another head as Satoru laughed.
"See, Nanami? She's great! No weaklings in this car tonight!"
Kento scowled at him. "She's clearly concussed, Gojo. She's taken at least two knocks to the head. She goes to Shoko, no arguments."
"She's not concussed! Hey kiddo, what's the capital of Azerbaijan?"
"Satoru, I don't know that and I'm damn sure you don't either."
Satoru laughed again, "Alright, what's my favourite drink?"
"You don't drink."
"Ding ding ding! Correct. What's Megumi's surname?"
"Fushiguro."
"Correct again! What month is it?"
"December," you said warmly, excited and reminded of your festive plans with Kento.
Kento had remained silent throughout, peering down at you, and now met your eyes. Reading you gently, he caressed your cheek. "Are you sure? I'd never forgive myself...if you're hurt..."
You put your finger to his lips.
"All I need right now is you, a hot bath, and home."
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"Ah ah ah, what do you think you're doing?" Kento stood from his stool by the bathroom door, as you began to pull yourself out of the bath. Shirtless, Kento reached his arms into the water, lifting your bruised bodily easily against his own. Ignoring your demands for him to put you down, that he'd get all wet, that you were perfectly capable of walking, he carried you to bed, placing you onto a nest of towels and beginning to lovingly dry you. You softened as he continued in silence, serious and committed in his attentiveness. As he finished drying your feet, he lifted your ankle to his shoulder, kissing your calf gently as you reached forward to brush your thumb against his cheek.
He placed your leg gently down and turned to the drawers behind him, rummaging for pyjamas.
"I don't want them, Kento. I just want you. Your skin on mine."
With a quiet hum, he closed the drawers, and flipped the covers of the bed. Leaning over you, he placed your arms around the back of his neck. You clasped your hands, and he crawled smoothly up the bed, resting you on the pillows and settling beside you with a sigh. Chest to chest, Kento held you, silently nuzzling into your damp hair.
A residual shiver crept along your skin, the memory of the cold still deep within your body, ice cubes in your belly and muscles. Kento felt tense, and you nuzzled into his throat, yearning forthe heat inside that only he could give you. You licked delicately along the front of his throat, raising your thigh up insistently over his hip.
Kento's body stiffened, and he grasped your thigh in his broad palm.
"Don't even try it," he growled, "you've just been through hell, you are injured, and you need to rest." He groaned as you rocked your hips against his, bare pussy whispering against the material of his pyjamas. Gripping your hip firmly, he pressed you back into the bed and loomed over you, thigh still pinned between your legs.
Kento faltered at your expression, tearful and pleading. "I can't get rid of the cold. It's so deep, I was so afraid. Please Kento. I need you to warm me up."
Kento swallowed thickly. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. You could never hurt me." You took his hand, and guided it down your breasts and tummy, ghosting against you as you rested it between your legs.
Resolve broken, Kento laid his body firmly against yours, grinding deftly between your legs. He shuddered, his own eyes narrowed and dark, and kissed you softly, the wetness of his tongue against your own making you moan into his open mouth.
One hand working delicately between your folds, and the other grasping the back of your neck, he dipped one finger inside your pussy to gather its wetness, and brought the finger, agonisingly slowly, back up to stroke circles over your clit. Bringing his face down to your breasts, seemingly unable to look you in the eyes, he glossed his tongue over your nipple, taking it fully into his mouth and moaning around it as he played your body like an instrument.
Warmth began to spread through you, and you whispered your moans and his name like a psalm, rocking against his fingers as he stroked two fingers deep inside you, his thumb continuing circles on your clit with patient consistency. Your hand grasped his hair, hard, as you panted and whined, feeling your orgasm approach.
Feeling his cock, hard and heavy against your leg, you ground up into him and were rewarded with a heady moan against your breast.
"My love," he gasped, as you reached down a hand inside his pyjamas, squeezing his length, his stuttering moans and sticky precum the last element you needed to push you over the edge. You cried out his name, squeezing his cock and hair as heat filled your belly and waves of pleasure rolled through you. Kento buried his face into your neck, slowly thrusting, thick and long, into your hand. He was silent as he kicked off his pyjamas, and, taking your grasping hand from his length, he laced your fingers with his and pinned it above his head.
Naturally, effortlessly, he pressed his whole length inside you, groaning shakily as he bottomed out. Bringing your thighs around his hips, he moaned in satisfaction as he felt your ankles lock around him. You saw stars, feeling him move deeply, kissing your cervix, finally feeling warm again.
"Please don't stop-- you feel incredible-- I can feel you in my belly...I...I..."
You felt a sudden dampness at your neck where Kento's face was pressed, his thrusts becoming more insistent, barely pulling out of you as he rutted you against the bed. With a pang, you realised he was crying.
"Of all the dangers...of all the Curses we...haah...we face--" Kento's voice broke as he moaned against your ear, gripping your thighs tighter around him, "...and I nearly lose you to the fucking cold. You were afraid, but I was too. I thought I'd find you...find you dead... from such a thoughtless mistake."
You held him close, whispering love into his ear, feeling pleasure build and build deep within you again as he gasped and moaned, only ever partially pulling out, hitting your most sensitive spot again, and again.
"Gods, you feel so good. So warm, I...I'm not going to last...please darling..." His clever fingers reached down to draw circles on your clit again, and his thrusts became sloppy as you spasmed and fluttered around his cock, head thrown back in ecstasy as you called his name in bliss.
Kento came hard, white lights in his eyes as he pulsed deep inside you, filling you with his warm seed. Trembling, and laying butterfly kisses across your cheeks and nose, he collapsed to the side, pulling you with him, chest to chest again.
You both lay, warm to the core, in peaceful silence. The snow continued to fall outside, and the wind whistled over the windows, and you felt Kento's chest rise and fall against your own.
"I'm so sorry, Kento. I tried so hard to get home." Kento shushed you gently, pressing his lips to your forehead in a tender kiss.
"It wasn't your fault. It was all bad luck and circumstance. First thing in the morning, we'll look into the most indestructible phones on the market."
You giggled into the pillow, and succumbed to sleep together, Kento still nestled inside you, keeping you warm.
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Kento padded around the kitchen the next morning, in only grey joggers and his Danish grandfather's old woolen cardigan. You were tucked up in blankets on the sofa, enjoying your second round of tea and toast, while Kento's phone lit up with messages of concern for you, from students and staff at Jujutsu High. He responded to them all patiently, reassuring everyone that you were now safe and warm and working your way through a small bakery.
Two exquisite bunches of flowers were delivered to Kento's door in quick succession- one from Ijichi and one from Nitta. After collecting Kento from his mission, neither had attended to collect you as both had believed the other to be on duty for you. Kento snorted derisively, considering murder as an option.
He sent thanks to Gojo, whose exceptional six-eyes had found you when nobody else could. Kento tapped his phone thoughtfully against his lips as he draped your legs over his lap on the sofa. Perhaps he would get Gojo a Christmas present this year.
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This was my first smut for quite some time. I hope you enjoyed a read, HMU sometime ✌️💓
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I am literally obsessed with doctor!Remus. You've opened my heart to something new hahah. If it's alright, could you maybe do Doctor!Remus calming the reader down from a panic attack? Maybe they got to overworked and just had one. It happens to me sometimes
Thanks lovely <3
cw: panic attack
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 979 words
The embarrassing part is that it comes on when you’re supposed to be having fun. Bogged down by work for weeks now, you’d thought you could meet up for coffee with friends and get through some paperwork while they chatted, but you should have known better. James Potter leaves no man behind, and you keep being pulled away from your work by his relentless geniality. One second James is talking to you about he and Lily’s debate over what color to repaint their kitchen, the next an invisible hand closes over your windpipe.
“I’ve got to—I’ll be right back.” You stand as composedly as you can, beelining for the coffee shop’s restroom. You can hear your heartbeat like the pounding drum of doomsday. You can feel it in your teeth. You rattle the restroom door, but it’s locked, and you press your back to the wall, gasping around the nausea and panic clogging in your throat. You try to remember what you’re supposed to do. There are things you can do, things that are supposed to help, but nothing can help. Nothing can save you from this.
“Hey, let’s sit down,” a calm voice says. Remus. You let him push your shoulders down the wall, legs folding into your chest. “There we go. You’re okay.”
“I can’t—I don’t—”
“Shh, I know. Focus on…focus on the end of the hall. How many chairs are there?”
You turn your head, trying to count the chairs you can see stacked in the corner. They’re hard to distinguish, and you keep losing track. You’re going to be sick.
Slender fingers sneak down to your wrist, feeling your pulse. “Breathe, dove.”
Your head spins, an acute ache forming in your chest. “I—I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” You feel his touch on the back of your neck, lifting your hair. He presses something cold and wet in its place. “Like me, alright?”
He inhales deeply. You do your best to follow.
“Good,” he says on the exhale. “Good job, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. Keep focusing on the chairs.”
“I can’t count them,” you tell him desperately.
“That’s alright. Then just breathe for now, if that’s easier.”
He picks up the wrist he’s been holding, setting your palm to his chest. You feel his ribs expand, and try to puff yours to mirror him. A dribble of water slips from the back of your neck to your collar, down your shirt. The door to the restroom opens, the occupant hustling away when they notice you on the floor. Remus ignores them, so you do too. The inhales are the hardest. He’s breathing in for longer now that he feels you can handle more. The ache in your chest is easing, but still tender.
“You’re going to be alright,” he promises, voice low and soothing. “You always are, remember?”
You shake your head, tears blurring your vision.
“You are. It’ll pass, honey.”
You try to believe him.
“Want to try counting the chairs again? I’ll do it with you this time.”
You don’t really, but you want what Remus wants, so you look up.
“Okay, let’s start with that small stack. How many?”
You take a second, but this one is easier than the larger stack you’d tried before. “Six.”
“Good.” His lips drop to the top of your head, the kiss so quick it’s barely there. “Now the one next to it.”
You have to start over once, but Remus is patient, thumb soothing over your wrist while you work. “Um, seventeen. I think.”
“I got seventeen too,” he reassures you. “You’re doing so well, dove. One more, okay?”
You nod. It’s getting easier. You count quietly in your head. “Fifteen, right?”
“Right.” Remus kisses between your brows, mindless of the sweat you can feel sticking the baby hairs to your face. He adjusts his grip on your wrist, silent while he re-checks your pulse. “Feeling better, lovely girl?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, the familiar shakiness of the comedown taking you. You shiver, and Remus removes the cold thing from your neck. It’s a water bottle, dripping with condensation. “Thanks for coming after me.”
“Of course,” he murmurs, brows stitching together now the danger has passed. “I knew coffee was a bad idea after the week you’ve had. I should have told you to get decaf.”
You sigh, leaning forward until your forehead hits his shoulder. “I thought I needed the energy.”
“You’ve been overworking yourself, dove. Time to start taking more breaks.”
After what you’ve just gone through, you can’t even argue. “Okay.” You squeeze your eyes closed. You know, logically, that you have a tendency to get teary after attacks, but that doesn’t make your fragile emotions feel any less real. You’d come here to be around your friends, and you’d ended up needing to do breathing exercises on the floor outside the bathroom. “I’m sorry.”
Remus is used to the aftermath too. He rubs heavy circles into your back, kissing the shell of your ear. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. These things happen, and all we can do is whatever we can to keep it from happening again, but no part of it is your fault or embarrassing. Understand?”
He’s speaking to you softly, remonstrance gentled, but he waits until you nod against his shoulder to go on.
“Good. Ready to go home?”
You raise your head to look at him. “Shouldn’t we stay for a bit?”
Remus gives you a small smile, clasping your trembling hands between his. “I think you’re going to want a nap in a minute here, sweetheart. They’re our friends, they’ll understand.”
You laugh a little, and it rings of shaky nervousness. “I guess you’re right.”
He stands, encouraging you up with him by your joined hands. “I’m always right, dove. The sooner you figure that out, the easier things will be for both of us.”
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𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮
pairing: Jordan Li x gn!reader
warnings: not proofread, hurt/comfort
words: 1498
summary: a video from a party leads to accusations being thrown, with betrayal and jealousy clouding the mind it is only expected something goes wrong.
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Fights with Jordan were never malicious; they were always about something stupid or the stress of class. When the two of you fought, it was always followed by a heated makeout session and hushed apologies. It was never serious, and there was nothing you couldn't forgive each other for. However, the subject of the fight was sometimes just in someone's head.
The aggressive knocks on your dorm room door were nothing new; with your headphones on, you could barely hear anything. Rising from your couch, you cross the small space to the door, opening it with a smile that only grew as you saw Jordan on the other side.
"Hey, I wasn't expecting you." Your voice trails off slightly as you notice the deep frown on their face. Taking a moment to take in their appearance you notice their vphone clutched harshly in their hand, for a moment you wonder if it is going to shatter in their hand. Pushing past you to get into your room you were a little shocked with their aggression.
Shutting the door quickly, you turn to face them, confusion written on your face as you try to figure out what's wrong. "You good?" Their nostrils flared slightly as you huffed in response to the question. "Am I doing well? Are you okay? "What the hell is this?" Their voice was accusatory, their dark eyes boring into yours as if they were looking for a flash of guilt to prove they were correct in their accusation.
A video was playing on their vphone, which was thrust into your face. From what you could tell, it was from the weekend party you attended. It was supposed to be a small gathering for your friend's party, but it was blown out of proportion, and many more people showed up. Regardless, it was a fun night that you will never forget. However, Jordan stands there with a video of someone performing a keg stand that you wish you could remember.
"Looks like someone having a good time?" The video loops again as you try to figure out what caused such a reaction from the person in front of you. Your words pull a scoff from Jordan as they watch you with anger swirling in their eyes. "The fucking background, I shouldn't have to explain it." Their words were laced with venom as you tried to see what they were talking about. What could possibly get them so upset to storm into your dorm and begin yelling at you over something.
After a few moments, you realised what had gotten them so worked up. You and a guy were in the crowd that gathered around the person of the moment, encouraging them to keep drinking. Matthew? Max? Martin? His name slipped your mind, the alcohol erasing it from your memory. They were attached to your side, their hands a little too low, and their face whispering something in your ear before hovering over the exposed skin of your neck in the video. You couldn't help but frown as you saw it, desperately trying to recall how you got into the situation.
You could remember the disgusting feeling of his hands on you, the drunken flirting, and the kiss they tried to give you in small fragments. You'd put a stop to it before it got too far, telling them to get lost and that you weren't interested in them at all.
"That was nothing-" "Nothing? I sure looked like something." Jordan's anger-filled voice cut you off before you could explain yourself, their emotions clouding their judgement. You knew you should not rise to their bites, to begin yelling back and fighting with an equal amount of venom. But you were feeding off the anger and betrayal in the room.
"I don't know why it's any of your business. It's not like we are together." What Jordan and you had was delicate, you weren't officially together yet treated one another as partners. There had never been a conversation on exactly what you two were, simply a couple of people who fool around and seek each other out at times. Not a couple.
"It became my business when you act like a fucking slut." You it was not the yelling that caused the pang in your heart, not the tone or the way they looked at you with such anger. But the accusation of you being a slut, as though you were asking for a man to accost you while trying to celebrate your friend. "Go fuck yourself Jordan. God, I don't act like such a brat when you flirt with people. If I knew you were so insecure I would've wasted my time with you."
Your words seemed to strike a nerve with them, and your choice of words hurt them. There was some distance between you two, a small safety bubble in your eyes. But when Jordan took a step towards you, it popped, and you quickly took a step back to regain the distance between you. In reality, you don't know why you did it; you weren't afraid they'd hurt you physically because you knew they weren't like that. But the possibility of it existed.
In their masculine form, they could be rather intimidating, they were tall and muscular, and their voice was deep and loud without even trying. They towered over you with little effort, intimidating you without even trying.
Jordan's expression changed from one of rage to one of guilt and concern. It was never their intention to scare you or make you fear they would attack you. When they saw the video, they were just frustrated and hurt, feeling betrayed. A part of them knew they were wrong; you weren't together, you weren't their partner; you were simply someone who held a special place in their hearts. The sting of betrayal for what had happened was still there. But it was overshadowed by the guilt he felt for instilling fear in others. They knew in their masculine form they could be intimidating, they often used this form to make sure people were listening to them when making a point.
"I-" The shift to their feminine form was instant, their voice becoming softer, their features more rounded and their frame much smaller as though they were trying to curl into themself to appear less threatening. Their voice was laced with guilt, words dying in their throat not knowing what to say to make this better. To make you feel more comfortable and safe with them, instead of fear that they might do something. "I didn't mean..."
"I know," Your voice is soft as you speak, you feel stupid for allowing a small fear to consume you. To think that they were that low may that they may hurt you over a video and harsh words. Embarrassment flooded your system along with a small sense of guilt for the whirlwind of emotions you have caused them. "I just... I don't know why I did that."
"I would never hurt you," Jordan's voice matches yours in tone and volume, eyes searching yours for a hint of fear that you may still possess. "I know," Your small confirmation pushes Jordan towards you, their steps are slow and small giving you enough chance to back away or shoo them off. But you don't, needing the sense of comfort only they can bring.
Jordan's hands grab your hands softly, starting small to ensure you are okay with physical touch. When you give on negative reaction, they wrap their arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. You sink into their touch, arms wrapping around them as a small sigh leaves you. "I didn't mean for him to be all over me," You begin, finding this calm moment the perfect time to explain your actions. "I didn't want to cause a scene, not at my friend's party. It didn't go further than that, I promise. I got him to leave me be, he was just a stain on a good night."
There was silence for a moment, Jordan allowing your words to sink in and for a moment they felt silly. To think you would eagerly be all over a guy you just met at a party. That you would throw away what you both had for some man you clearly barely remember. But the jealousy and betrayal was still there, gnawing at the back of their mind.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in here to yell at you. I didn't want to scare you." The small apology brought a smile to your face, it was easy to forgive Jordan and it was easy to love them.
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not so innocent + armin arlert .
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + “INNOCENT” ! ARMIN A. x Shy! Black Reader, small dirty talk, back shots, hair pulling, profanity, armin fucking you DUMB, semi public sex, groping, unprotected sex (wear condoms!), oral (m receiving), sex little plot (im sorryyryr) overstimulation, fingering, cock drunk reader, mean armin, bimbo! reader (if u squint), armin as yo study buddy ♡
✧˖*° vals note!! + IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, COLLEGE IS A BITCH 😭😭😭
you needed help in chemistry, and you were desperate. you were tired of seeing E’s and tried studying harder and harder for upcoming quizzes but it never clicked for you...
“and the highest score goes to Armin Arlert, with a 97.” you hear that name majority of the time when it comes to highest scores, but you never thought of asking him to tutor you. he can tell your struggling, he may or may not have caught of glimpse of your scores.
later that day you caught him in the library, knowing there probably wont be another opportunity you took it. “hey! armin, can i..?” you whisper yell, before getting permission to sit down with armin. “whats up?” his voice is light and comforting.
“i was wondering if you could like.. you know.. help me in chemistry?” you start picking at your nails, afraid of rejection and embarrassment, your overthinking was cut short to a giggle “of course, we can start right now or later? its up to you.” flashing a toothy smile, “now would be great..”
“alright, luckily i was already studying chemistry, so that saves us some time.”
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“many kinds of organohalides form gridnar— ” his calming tone went quiet as you zoned out, admiring his features. his blonde extra strands of hair infront of his eyes, sharp jawline, pierced ears, his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the way he licks his lips after every few sentences, hes..really cute.., you thought to yourself. “ʏ/ɴ?” … “y/n!”
you snap back into reality, “are you ok..?” he asked in a worried expression, with furrowed eyebrows finding you dumbfounded, wide eyed and agape mouth. “o–oh yeah! continue, im sorry..” you reply nervously. “you know if you’re uncomfortable, tell me.. you can trust me.” he gave u a comforting smile; you felt yourself getting warm all over before returning one back to him, hes so sweet, you were on the verge of swinging your feet and twirling your hair. he continued to read, as the same thing happened again.
checking him out once again before sighing, acknowledging youre staring at him. “Y/n..” you shoot up like a puppy staring back into his low eyes, “you know, if you didnt wanna study… you couldve said so. ” he accused, closing the text book. “huh.. no! of course i wanna study! what am i here for..?” you explained in panic, hoping you didnt ruin whatever bond you both had going on. “to eye fuck me?” ..no response. “hm?” he waited impatiently for a answer. opening your mouth to make up an excuse “ I..” nothing comes to mind, being found dumbfounded again, falling for his “innocence”. you look down to pick at your fingers again.
he slid his hand up your thigh, the other one on your chin “go on..say it.” hypnotized by his low tone, again no response. a small laugh came from him “youre cute..” he leaned in closer, “let me know if im reading the room wrong..” taking off his glasses before he kissed you, placing his tongue in your mouth. he rubbed circles on your thigh, your core getting hotter by the second.
you slid your hand over his buldge, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. “fuck.." he pulled from the kiss and rolled his head back taking a breath out. pulling his cock out youd be lying if his size didnt surprise you. you started stroking him, smiling softly and u his watched cock twitch with his slit over flowing with precum. you wanted him then and there. you spit on his tip, stroking it faster before you go down on him. swirling your tongue around his head. “oh shit..” he bucked his hips into your mouth, looking up at him, curling your lips up a bit, you cant help but feel powerful. you were making him feel good and you knew it.
“ just like that…” he whispered, moving your hair out the way. popping and slurping echoed through the room mixed with his pretty moans. he pushed your head down getting more turned on at the sound of your gags. his groans and moans getting louder “im gonna haah~..cum..” you bobbed your head faster, eager for his cum. “look at me..” he huffed, feeling him twitch in your mouth. opening your mouth letting his tip sit on your tongue as his nut slid down your throat. “fuck.. look at you..” he grabbed your chin and kissed you.
he picked you up and put you on the desk, slipping you out of your clothes and throwing them on the floor, he stood there. examining your body in awe, tracing your curves with the tip of his fingers. “youre so pretty..” whispering as he made his way to your thighs, drawing unknown shapes on the inside of your thighs, dangerously getting close to your core.
you buck your hips, trying to tell him you need it, he continues to trace the outlines of your folds, making his way up and dragging 2 fingers down, just barely making contact with you clit. “arminn p-please..” crying out, tired of the teasing. “please what? dont know why youre begging if i dont know what your begging for..” you whine at his sly remark. “your fingers..” you mumble in embarrassment, hoping he’d do it.
“thats all i wanted to hear..” he drags his fingers up your pussy and inserts his middle and ring, his fingers causing a short sound of squelching as you gasp and roll your head back. “fuck..” feeling stimulation on your puffy clit, rubbing it the right way. his fingers knuckles deep scissoring, pumping and curling inside of your wet pussy hitting all the right spots.
tears forming at the brim of your eyes, he watched your facial expressions and body language as you start getting louder, knowing you feel your high approaching already, whining louder. “aw look at you..i haven’t even fucked you and you’re moaning like a slut on my fingers..” the corner of his lips turning up, pressing harder on your clit.
“o-oh fuck—” breathy moans kept falling from your plump lips, releasing all over his fingers, pulsing around them as you try to catch your breath from your intense orgasm. “damn..already?” a small laugh came from his chest, “bend over the desk f’me..” without a thought you bring yourself down with quivering legs and arch your back over the desk, just like he asked as he pulled you closer to him and slid his cock through your folds, slapping it on your clit. you yelp from the sudden shock of being caught off guard, he drags his tip down at your hole then stops.
you stare at him, only to be beaten by him glaring back, then moving his eyes back at your exposed cunt. “go ahead, slide it in.” he gave you the go ahead, you wrapped your long acrylics around his dick and slide his fat tip in with a soft moan.
“shit—” he cursed at shoving all 7 inches inside you, stretching you out perfectly. he let you adjust for a few seconds then start thrusting inside you, stroking you deep. you let out a gasp at his tip poking your cervix every few thrusts, “f—fuck..armin..” you moan quietly, not wanting to get caught.
more moans and groans came from the both of you, you try to keep your volume down from his deep strokes but you cant help it. his cock pounding into you with no mercy even how much you beg him to slow down. balls slapping your clit, cervix being poked continuously, lipgloss smeared, sweating edges and messed up lashes?! this boy was fucking you stupid.
he tugs on your hair, causing your back to arch, making him go deeper than we was before. his tip pushed harder into your womb, a familiar heat formed in your stomach, “shit im gonna c–cum..” you slap your hand over your mouth, still fearing of being caught. “go ahead..make a mess.” shuddering beneath him, “god..” armin threw his head back in ecstasy, fucking you through your orgasm. “s-shit armin..”
your body shakes and burn with overstimulation, still fucking your harsh. “i c-cant..” you sounded like you were about to cry and armin loved it. it turned him on even more. “cant what? speak up.”
“its t—too much..” your hiccups and moans were downright pornographic. “shut up and take it.” he gripped on your throat from the back and pinned your head down. strings of squeaky moans and silent screams came from you. he loved how much of a slut he made out of you. all for him.
you eyes rolled to the back of your head whispering inaudible curses at his intoxicating strokes. you feel your second orgasm approaching again already. “shit… im gonna cum…” he slowed down, rolling his hips into you slow and sensually, armins soft pants and moans got louder before biting his lip to shut himself up. you feel your third orgasm approaching again, “c—cumming..” you choke on another silent moan as you lose all strength thats holding you up.
gushing all over his cock before he pulled out and released on your back with a moan. he watched your pussy drip with your cum in awe, the sight alone could make him nut again. “you still with me..?” he tone laced in concern, “yeah…”
“i-im sorry.. for..you know.” you whisper in humiliation, armin let out a small laugh and wiped his seed off your back. “its fine, i enjoyed it anyway. did u plan this..?” he furrowed his eyebrows again, “nono! i swear i didnt..” your mind went into a small state of panic.
“hey, trust me i believe you." a small silence occured
"so u wanna continue or.."
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“She’s so nice. .” – various! bsd! characters.
Tags: various! bsd! Characters / afab! Reader, mean! Character, degrading kink, slight praising kink, pet names, rough sex, VERY slight corrupting kink?, teasing?, slight spanking, inspired by my voices, creampie, overstimulation, might contain grammar errors, small drabble?, etc.
Notes: As mentioned in the tags, shout out to my voices !!! Another important thing, both Dazai fics will be finished and posted during or after this week, otherwise, enjoy , my sluts !!
You’re the sweetest person he ever met. He’s absolutely in love with you, so are you, too. Buying him gifts, surprise kisses, and treating him right, most importantly. How can a person be so nice, he asks himself often. Because, he may seem to treat you good too everywhere but the bedroom. .
The bedroom, the place where he gets absolutely nasty and mean to you. “My pretty little slut,”, he grunted as he gripped your hips even harder, your ass pressing against him as he takes you from behind. His thrusts being nowhere soft, just straight up rough.
But that’s okay, you’ve handled it many times before!! “Don’t you love it when I fuck you like the needy whore you are? I bet you do, hm?”, he asks you, only to not responded to. You moan as you feel him spank you. “I asked you a question, darling. Do I need to repeat myself?”
“N–not really. .”, you stutter, only to feel another spank against your ass. “Well, then answer it, I’m waiting, princess.”, he ordered you, knowing he’s completely ruining you. You grip the sheets as you try to answer his question. “. .I–i do,”, you said quickly, but he was still unsatisfied with those words.
“Do what? Tell me in full sentences, this is just the second round, baby. .”, he asked you in a mocking tone. “I–i love t–the way you fuck me. .”, you made it through the sentence, only for him to still tease you. “Like what?”, he asked with an smirk. “. .L–like the s–slut I am– ah!”, you continued until he thrusted up deeper inside.
“Good girl, gonna cum for me?”, he asked you, you nodded almost instantly, when you heard an chuckle come from him. “Do you want me to cum inside?”, waiting for your consent, he kept on chasing your orgasms. “Y–yes!”, was the answer he was waiting to hear.
“F–fuck. . it’s cute how you’re so desperate for me, when you’re normally nothing like this. ,”, he whispered between breaths. “What a dirty girl.”, that’s not even true, it’s his fault that he makes you feel good?!
When you manifested your second release nearing, he wasn’t falling behind. With the last deep thrust, he emptied all his load inside of you, while yours was slightly spilling out around his cock. As he was looking down in heavy breaths, he chuckled again, leaning down to your ear.
“—Seems like you’re leaking, we can’t have that now, can we?”
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Neteyam x Human!Reader
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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, P in V, fingering, interspecies relationship, full nelson position, dom!Nete, mean!Nete, dirty talk, vulgar language, size kink, belly bulge.
Original Nete art by @cinetrix
A thick warmth slithered through your core. A physical manifestation of desire and need, fueling your every move as your hips frantically bucked against the large palm of your na’vi mate. His thick fingers, loving lodged into your cunt, stroking and caressing your soft walls, emitting squelching noises from a mixture of your tightness and dripping essence, echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Again the surge of warmth roars in the depths of your stomach and again, you find yourself rolling your hips more roughly against his hand. “Teyam… please…” you plead, incautiously wrapping your small, feeble hand around his wrist in attempts to shove his already deep fingers further into you. This of course wasn’t the first time you had been intimate with your lover and your body had adjusted to taking his fingers rather easily by now. It was almost painstakingly so that when you would beg your mate for more, he would sympathetically reject your proposal, to give you his dick. Neteyam let’s out a soft groan, nuzzling into the crook of your neck while he simultaneously palms himself through his loincloth.
His groan is one of both pleasure and frustration, placing a firm and tender kiss on your pulse to soothe your nerves, “Please yawne, let us enjoy each other like this…” Neteyam knew very clearly of your wishes, hell even he couldn’t deny how badly he craved more than anything to feel your pussy desperately clinging to him as you stretched around his cock, yet his better judgment deterred him from giving into them. His biggest priority above anything was your safety and if he were ever to fail by no fault other than his own recklessness, Neteyam would probably cease to be able to even look at you properly, let alone allow himself the gift of being in your company. A tightness in your chest accompanied with a familiar stinging in your eyes began to fester, as the rejection at yet another one of your advances was pushing you to your limits. With your grip tightening on his wrist, you hastily withdraw his hand from between your thighs, his two fingers soaked in your juices. With a confused look, Neteyam watches you scoot up to sit on your bed, pulling your knees to your chest, his brows furrow as he realizes you are purposely hiding yourself from him, your eyes cast to the opposite wall of the room.
Neteyam sighs, adjusting his own position in attempts to move closer and grant you proper comfort, yet you shift away from his touch, sending a pang of hurt to his heart. “Y/N I know it is frustrating, but please try to understand-.”, “-I know, you don’t want to hurt me, I get it… but how can you be so certain that you will?” You retort, shooting him your own expression of distaste. Your sudden change in tone makes Neteyam’s jaw reflexively tighten, closing his eyes momentarily while he takes in a calming breath. “We’ve already had this conversation, my love. Many times.”, “Then why do you keep fighting it? I know you want this just as much as I do. You have to!” You fume, voice cracking as your eyes well with frustrated tears, repressed insecurities now slowly creeping their way to the surface, “Do you not want to be tied to me in such an intimate way, is that it? Am I that undesirable to you that I’m only worth a little fun to get yourself off?!” Your words were like poison to his ears, Neteyam couldn’t even truly wrap his head around whether you really meant this or not.
With his ears flattened, Neteyam reaches out for you again, placing his hand on your thigh, “Ma’ Y/N… I am already tied to you like I am to no other. If I could keep you all to myself, I would have it no other way. There is no one else I would rather have as my mate.”. Your heart clenched at his words, now of course feeling ridiculously guilty and stupid for your accusation, your tears calmly rolled down your cheeks as you placed your hand atop his, “Then why won’t you at least try to “properly” mate with me! I don’t care how much bigger you are than me, be rough with me, give into your urges, hurt me- I don’t care!”. Neteyam stuck his tongue in his cheek as his nose scrunched in a slight snarl, retracting his hand from your thigh to create a distance between the two of you. “No. I will not put you at risk. End of story.” He says simply glaring down at your small form. You scoff, eyeing him wildly before promptly hopping off of your bed, bending down to grab your clothes, quickly pulling your shirt over your head and beginning to step into your shorts. “What are you doing?” Neteyam asks confused, his eyes trained on you as you made your way to the door, “I’m tired of being treated like some fragile antique. So until you get over your little fear, I’m off limits. No touching.” You huff, twisting the door handle only opening to a slightly ajar position until it is quickly shut from behind you, a large, blue, 3 fingered hand pressed to the door just above your head.
“Y/N you are acting like a child throwing this tantrum.” He grumbles from above you, his massive frame pinning you to the door without even having to lay a finger on you. Turning around you lift your head to look at him directly, crossing your arms as you lean back on the door frame, “So what? Clearly your desire to touch me isn’t as strong as you lead on, so why not just stop all together?”. Neteyam’s nose wrinkled as it scrunched further, showing a bit of his fangs in the process. His other hand shifted to grab your wrist, bringing your hand to his still very obvious and large erection, placing it over the fabric of his tewng to let you feel it’s firmness, “Is this not proof enough of how much I want you? How much my body craves you.” You simply stare up at him unphased, cocking a brow as if to say, “is that all?”. Noting that this display is doing nothing to ease your mind, Neteyam slowly crouches down to your level, his hand slowly traveling up your side, fingers delicately trailing from your hand to your shoulder, then up to your cheek, caressing it gently, his gaze intense and enticing, before he drops his hand to your waist, letting it circle around your backside. A sudden gasp escapes you when you are pulled flush against his chest, forced to stand between his gargantuan legs, leaning his face to press his lips against your ear, “You are really starting to get on my nerves, little one…”.
With a deep rumbling growl in his chest, moves both hands to forcibly push your shorts and panties down to your ankles, before pressing a palm to your rear and easily scooping you into his arms. “Teyam!” You exclaim struggling in his hold, before he drastically changes his handling of you, allowing one arm to drop while the other only supports your buttock. With a slight yelp, your arms quickly pull themselves around his neck to bring yourself tightly against his front as Neteyam stood to his full height, lifting you off the ground with him. Ignoring your protests Neteyam walks to a corner of the room, leaning his back into it while watching you struggle to keep yourself secure on his torso. “Teyam please I’ll fall!”, you plead, wrapping your legs around his waist, using all of your upper body strength to keep yourself from falling ass first onto the floor. “No. Don’t you dare fall.” Neteyam growls, slightly shifting the hand that was holding your ass to slide his fingers between your folds, gathering your remaining arousal to spread it over your intimates. Your body shivers at the sudden contact, brows pinching together as your trembling limbs make it harder for you to stay in position. “Net- Neteyam please… my legs- I can’t-.”, “-No, you want to act like a brat? Hold yourself up, tawtute.” He orders, sliding his fingers further to begin flicking wildly at your clit, intensifying the shivering in your legs. With a desperate yet pleasured cry, your arms tighten themself around his neck, locking in place by grabbing your opposite elbows. With his other hand, Neteyam scoops the length of your hair into his fist, pulling it off of your neck to give him plenty of flesh to feast on, his lips almost immediately finding home on your pulse, nibbling at it roughly.
Your back arches, mouth falling open to allow your moans to escape freely. The sensation of your sensitive nub being so carelessly ravaged caused an instinctive jerk of your hips, willing your legs to cling as tight as they could to his sides. “Fuuck, Teyam! Oh god…” you whine, leaning your cheek against his head as he eagerly lapped at your neck, decorating it in several dark marks. You could already feel how wet you were getting, noting how Neteyam’s fingers got slipper the more he continued to stroke you, occasionally sweeping his digits across your folds to gather more of your juices only to spread them over your clit and continue rubbing it in extremely tight circles, “Eywa… you’re dripping wet, yawne. My eager little tawtute is so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?”. Your toes curl as your clit is overstimulated, pushing you to your limits as you can feel yourself struggling to hold yourself up with the pressure of your oncoming orgasm, your noises of pure ecstasy becoming uncontrollable.
Neteyam’s ears flicked and swiveled at the peak in your voice, his cock throbbed hungrily through the rough fabric of his loincloth. His unusually aggressive touches drew out the most guttural and primal sounds from you that only fed his growing desire to fuck you into a horny heap. While your back arched immensely just as your orgasm was hitting, Neteyam took your climbing voice as a sign to push further, sinking his three fingers directly into your cunt. You cry out, throwing your head back, toes curling tightly as you lock your legs around his waist as much as possible, the minute you feel yourself forgetting to keep your grip. Neteyam’s mind began to check in and out of reality as his self control steadily lessened, groaning at the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers. The room is filled with your heavy panting as you tiredly attempt to catch your breath, dipping your head forward to rest against his shoulder, finally feeling some relief and a sense of calm after the storm, your clit still pulsing from its affects. Neteyam watches you in awe, his expression shifting to hold a slight smirk as he nuzzles against the side of your head, “Tired already, yawne? Isn’t this what you wanted?”. You weakly nod in response, a small shaky whine breaking through your lips.
A shiver shoots up your spine when Neteyam’s wet tongue came into contact with the shell of your ear, “Good, but I didn’t say I was done with you.”. Carefully sliding his fingers out of you, Neteyam’s arms then move to firmly secure around your back, prompting you to ease up on your hold and allow your muscles to finally relax, feeling the sudden ache of their strain. Your eyes suddenly shoot open when Neteyam begins to shift your position, turning you around effortlessly to hold your back against his chest. Holding you firmly against him with one arm, Neteyam allows his other hand to slip behind his backside, his fingers masterfully untying his loincloth. All you hear is the bit of fabric drop to the floor, before your body is pulled slightly downward, enough for Neteyam’s now free cock to slide across your plump ass. Saying nothing, but letting out low groans, Neteyam shifts his arms under your knees and looping them under your armpits, locking his hands behind your head. “Wai- aah! Teyam, what are you…?” You whine, squirming slightly in the odd position, when Neteyam takes the initiative to use your body as if it were his own personal toy, shifting you back and forth to glide the shaft of his cock along your folds.
“I’m going to do what you asked of me, yawne- I’m giving into my urges.” Neteyam’s head feels like it’s spinning, almost as if he’s in a dream state as his instincts scream at him to hurry up and take you. Releasing a low gravely hum, Neteyam angles your body to line you up with his cock, it’s fat tip prodding your entrance intently, waiting for the moment to push it inside to feel your gummy walls wrap around him at last. His cock twitches needily at the thought of it, giving your folds a light tap. You could feel your pulse picking up rapidly, the position you were folded into completely immobilized you from escaping his grasp. Of course you had asked for this and while part of you was admittedly nervous, the hold of his strong arms mixed with that of the way his tip so lovingly glided against your folds only fueled your own hunger. Then you felt it, pressure. The pressure of Neteyam making his first attempts to push himself inside of you, his tip now lathered with your juices, slides in slowly with a bit of a push. Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head that very moment, yet you had to remain composed, wanting to stay relaxed to take as much of him as your body would allow. Your voice broke into a slight squeal as Neteyam’s cock wedges it’s way into your taut walls, his ears creased against the sides of his head, his mouth agape, savoring every moment of his thick cock performing the impossible task of making your petite hole it’s home.
His eyes trained on the way your body submissively made room for his abnormally large dick, opening up to take him inch by inch, stretching, accommodating to his size. If he hadn’t drawn his bottom lip between his teeth at that moment to groan in ecstasy, he mentally swore he would’ve been drooling at the sight. Then your weak and harsh whines echoed in his ears again, professing your discomfort as more of his cock disappeared into your body. Leaning down into your ear, Neteyam nuzzles into the side of your head, whispering a gentle, “Shhh almost there, yawne…”, while he reels his hips back ever so slightly, just to push further with more ease, making you shiver. The intense pressure of Neteyam’s cock head pushing against your stomach from the inside, made your eyes roll. While the sensation itself wasn’t particularly comfortable, there was something about it that only turned you on further, “S-so full…” you whimper out, your hands absentmindedly wandering to grasp onto him however you could in this position. Neteyam could feel it too with how desperately your cunt clung to him, the pressure of your tightness completely holding him snuggly inside of you, was almost too much, boarding suffocating.
“I feel you… stuffed so full of me, little one…” Neteyam coos in a soft whisper, his own voice slightly trembling as he swallows trying to regain his focus. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds you more securely in his grasp, moving your body as a whole to slide you up his shaft before dropping you back down to meet his pelvis, exhaling a deep guttural groan at the euphoric feeling. Your hands move to grasp over his own, positioned behind your head, mentally noting how Neteyam had slightly shifted his stance, bending his knees and angling your body seemingly for better movement. Then it started, the slow repetitive movements of your body being rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts. The gentle slap of your ass against his lower abdomen made you blush, small punched out noises fell from your lips, enjoying the slow pace while it lasted, which wasn’t for much longer as the slapping of skin became louder and more frequent. Neteyam had complete and utter control of your body, using it to appease his own selfish desires, letting out satisfied moans with each kiss of your rear against his pelvis. He assumed your body would have relaxed and loosened the further it adjusted to his presence inside of you, yet it turned out to be quite the opposite. Being so undeniably full, each curve and ridge of your fragile little pussy was being stroked and caressed with each thrust, causing your cunt to clench tightly around him in an unconscious effort to keep him there.
It was no surprise to you when his cock pressed deliciously against the opening of your cervix, the pressure in your stomach never fading as you felt him bulge through your tiny form over and over again, it almost felt addicting. Forcing your mind out of its state of peaceful bliss with the current pace of his thrusts, Neteyam switched his speed once more, greedily rutting into your cunt to feed his needs, his large fingers fisting through your hair, moaning and panting uncontrollably. Sounds that harmonized with your own as your body was pushed to its limits, taking him at an almost inhuman pace, screaming your curses out into the space of your room, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! AHHG Net- haaah!”. Neteyam panted heavily in your ear, his eyes closing tightly only to open momentarily to glance down at your stretched out opening, milking his cock with ease, watching how more and more of your arousal was building up on his shaft, seeing as how your body was being forced to overcompensate and provide additional lubricant to be able to take him so fluidly.
“You’re making such a mess, yawne… so wet, taking your mate’s cock like a good little toy. So perfect…” Neteyam hums between moans, his words coming out somewhat slurred and mumbled, too busy with getting absolutely drunk off of you, his lower abdomen getting sticker as your folds so graciously painted it with your juices. Your ears hardly even picked up on his words as your own pleasured mewls permeated your ears, fingernails digging into the blue skin of his knuckles while your body was being jerked and jolted at an extreme pace. Again you found yourself unable to verbalize when you felt the knot growing in your stomach with your quickly approaching second climax of the evening, only being able to vocalize it in pleasured sobs. Neteyam could feel your cunt fluttering and clenching even tighter around him, only fueling his need to fuck you sensless, rocking into you harder as you released around him. “That’s it… fuck such a good little cock sleeve for me…” Neteyam purrs breathily into your ear when your pitch slightly lowers, fucking you through your high. You find your toes curling once again as the na’vi continues relentlessly bucking his hips into you, desperate to reach his own release, feeling the pressure in his shaft begin to fester as he twitches within the right embrace of your cunt. His voice shifting interchangeably from both breathy moans to growling and chest rumbling groans, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he pushed his hips faster, feeling himself just on the brink of cumming. “Ahhh fuck- I’m going to make you all nice and full with my cum, my syulang... Wanna breed this little pussy, until your womb is full with my child.” Neteyam was passed the point of thinking coherently, yourself noting that he probably wasn’t even fully conscious of what he was saying. Although there was no solid proof that a na’vi and human could reproduce, the thought of your belly becoming round and firm with his baby inside of you, made your womb cry out for just that.
“It’s coming.. I’m going to cum- great mother… take all of it, yawne!” Slamming you down onto his pelvis two more times, Neteyam releases his hot load into you, bubbles of it emerging at the seam where your bodies connected to which Neteyam promptly fucked back into you with a few shallow thrusts. Your muscles felt weak and strained not only from the beating your pussy had just undergone, but from the intensity of being folded in half for so long. Feeling your trembling muscles against him, Neteyam gently eases out of you, carefully shifting his arms to cradle you like an infant, his lips hungrily finding yours as he walks you over to your bed, laying both of you down on it. Neteyam of course couldn’t fit his full body onto the mattress, but that did little to stop him from spooning you, pulling your chest close to his, his nose sweetly nuzzling into your hairline, his fingers wandering down between your legs, where your hips jerked slightly upon contact when his fingers press against your throbbing hole, pushing his leaking seed back into you to ensure you kept every single drop inside of you. “Mmn Tey… you know there’s hardly any chance of me actually getting pregnant right?” You coo softly, stroking his cheek softly with your thumb, “Perhaps… but that will not stop me from trying. I’ll be sure to fill you like this every time regardless of the outcome.” Neteyam hums in a raspy, breathless voice, placing a passionate kiss on your forehead, his other hand moving to stroke your thigh, “You’ll be my sweet little cumdump… my own personal toy.”. You blush as the obscenely lewd nicknames, giggling softly as you cuddle closer into his chest, “and your mate.”, “And of course, my mate.”
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warnings: that vmas performance got me fucked up real bad… anyways- kinda feel like i went overboard (?) but warnings include fem!reader, biting, lovebites, sub!beomie, dirty talk, heavy degradation, he’s a little shit, reader gets on top of him, oral (fem receiving), mommy kink, reader is a real meanie to him, beomgyu is referred to as baby boy/good boy/pain slut, lots of hair pulling, and aftercare bc it’s important!
SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI!
bf!beomgyu, who loves a good fight for who will dom the other. you could pin him down on the bed, thinking you have him in the palm of your hand, and he would just laugh at you. “aren’t you cute?” he’d say while smirking at you, and you’d just raise an eyebrow at him. you would immediately start attacking his neck, knowing it’s erogenous zone for him, and he’d try so hard to not lose his composure, but would ultimately fail. he’d start whining with how good your lips feel on his neck, you would stop and look at him with a sly smile. “stop looking at me like that. am i supposed to pretend it doesn’t feel good?” he’s such a little shit. “right. so, you enjoy it when i kiss your neck then?” you smile because you already know the answer, but you just want to instigate. “huh? i’m not enjoying any of this, i’m only letting you because i think it’s cute.” he says with a shrug and a fake look of confidence, and you see right through him. “okay, guess i’ll stop then. do you want to do something else?” you start to get off him, attempting to trap him. “wait!” he’d say so desperately that you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “don’t laugh at me! i just.. i know you like this, so i don’t want you to stop for me.” he’d lie as if you couldn’t see right through him. “beomie, you do realize that makes no sense right?” “ugh just stop talking and come kiss me.” he’d say with a pout, gesturing to his empty lap as you shake your head and laugh again while climbing back on top.
bf!beomgyu, who is so mouthy when he subs, it’s actually the worst. in the best way possible though, because it’s hot hearing him so determined to not give in. you would be decorating his body with pretty lovebites, taking in every whine and moan from him with pride. “feeling good, baby boy?” you’d look up from his torso with a genuine smile. “it’s okay, i guess, but stop calling me that stupid name!” he’d roll his eyes. he actually loves that name, and has said so many times when he’s been intoxicated with pleasure. he loves being called good boy or baby boy, he finds those names to be so endearing, but obviously he can’t admit that. “i’m hurt! thought you liked it.” you’d say with a fake pout as his eyes would widen. “i uh- i do, i’m sorry.” you would smile at him as your fingers caressed down his chest to his stomach, making him giggle a bit in the process. “baby boy, it’ll be so much easier if you just give in to me. let me take control, i promise you’ll feel so good.” you would pout at him. he’d sigh in defeat then let out a small “okay.” and it would be game over for him. you would spend the night making him feel the best he’s ever felt.
bf!beomgyu, who is so fun to ruin. he’s so bratty, tending to resist you when you admit you want to dom him. it’s not that he doesn’t want you to. actually, the thought of you taking control, making his mind fuzzy with only thoughts of you and your pussy, makes his heart race. he thinks it’s more exciting to fight you, though. he enjoys seeing your efforts and the way you cheat to get him on his knees for you. no matter how much he fights you and jokes that you will never see him beg for you, you both know that it’s all a game.
bf!beomgyu, who has a mommy kink when he’s in a sub headspace. when he finally does break, he’s such a sweet good boy. he’s so obedient that you could ask him to be on his knees for hours eating you out, and he would. he also just loves eating you out in general, to the point where you have to pull him away. “baby, fuck- no more!” you’d wince at the overstimulation that his tongue brought you. “you sure, mommy? taste so good, don’t wanna stop.” he’d say as he stares at you with stars in his eyes, and lightly licks at your pretty pussy. you would have to physically pull at his hair to get him away from your core. “yes, angel. you did so well, too well.” you’d praise him out of breath, still pulling at his locks, knowing it makes his cock twitch. you’d pull him up towards you by his hair, he’d whine in pain and pleasure with his eyes tightly shut. you knew it hurt, but that’s what really turned him on. “my little pain slut, how should i reward you?” you coo at him and smirk devilishly. he’d wince at the name, knowing he was in for a long night.
bf!beomgyu, who melts for praise but also gets weak at the knees for degradation. there’s just something about seeing his girlfriend say mean things to him that just really gets his mind, his heart, and his cock going. you had been palming him through his underwear, finally taking it off as you had enough teasing and wanted to see his pretty cock. he softly moaned at the feeling of being free. you didn’t give him a chance to breathe, though, immediately starting to stroke his sensitive cock causing him to throw his head back and moan again. “mommy wait- oh fuck-” he stutters out, not being able to control his own moans as he had been so desperate to feel your touch. as you observed how deeply he was reacting to you, the sadistic urge in you took over. you stopped your hand’s movements all together, looking at him with a sinister smile. “oh my god, you were such an annoying little brat and now look at you? moaning so loud for me and i’ve barely given your stupid cock any attention.” you’d say to him and watch as his cock twitches in anticipation for what you’ll do next. “oh, you’re twitching? are you seriously so pathetic that you get off to me degrading you?” he would moan out, not thinking you were expecting an answer, until you grabbed onto his soft locks, lightly pulling on them so he’s staring directly into your eyes. “i’m talking to you, pain slut. answer me when i speak to you.” you’d tighten your grip on his hair and watch the poor boy spill out apology after apology.
bf!beomgyu, who needs lots of love, attention, and affection after the two of you play together. if you leave to clean yourself up, he’d follow along like a little puppy dog and want to help you. usually after one of your harder session, more degradation heavy ones, you would take a bubble bath together. the warm water feeling so good, you would face him and wrap your arms around his neck. “you did so well beomie, i love you!” he’d smile so big as you’d kiss all along his face, as well as the bruises along his neck and collarbones, then give him a much needed head massage. he’d tell you how he loves you too and appreciates how you always do such a good job of taking care of him while reveling in the feeling of your comforting, gentle touch. you two would finish the night off in each other’s arms with him lying on your chest sound asleep.
GRRRR ARRF ARRF RAWR MEOW ~arisa
author’s note: arisa wrote those animal noises at the very end when i made this draft and it made me laugh so hard i had to keep it in! anyways uh.. i am just going to leave this here bye u never saw me - kisa <3
#beomgyu smut#choi beomgyu smut#txt smut#tomorrow x together smut#beomgyu x reader#kisa’s hard thoughts#beomgyu smut fanfic#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#beomgyu hard thoughts#beomgyu hard hours#admin.kisa <3#txt smut fanfic#txt x reader#beomgyu scenarios#txt scenarios#choi beomgyu fanfic
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So in relation to the SWUMMY pic you posted…. Could we have Phantom being a needy little baby and Swiss making him rub himself off against his tummy because Phantoms desperate and Swiss thinks it’s adorable how needy he is….pretty please 🙏🏻
(Also, I live for your writing…and now your art. It’s so beautiful. Thank you for tempting us with it)
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this ask hit so hard it took me out of commision for days. I died and came back to life a few times and here I am. I hope I didn't disappoint
740 words, tummy humping (duh), slight degradation
“Awww,” Swiss cooed from his bed. “What happened, baby?”
Disheveled Phantom had just burst through his door, panting. Swiss’ question was rhetorical, everyone with a nose and pair of eyes would know exactly what happened. A heat happened.
He smelled of sex, he was sweaty all over, his pants were tented and adorned with a pretty, not-so-small wet patch at the very front.
“Please,” the quintessence ghoul breathed out, looking at Swiss with his big and glassy puppy eyes with blown pupils.
“Of course, bug,” he smiled. “Come here.”
Phantom all but threw himself onto the bed with a pleading whine, pawing at Swiss all over with near primal need pouring off of him. The multi ghoul let the other explore for a moment. He let him nuzzle into his neck as he absentmindedly humped his leg. He let him take off his shirt and scrape his teeth against his chest. He let him drool onto his stomach, eyes lit up.
Surprisingly—or maybe not at all—Phantom paused there, not moving downwards in pursuit of what his heat really wanted to get. Swiss chuckled as the quintessence ghoul shoved his face into his belly and inhaled greedily, claws digging into the softness of his hips to hold him where he wanted.
“Cute bug,” Swiss mumbled, putting a big hand on Phantom’s head. He really was cute. “The most adorable little slut.”
“Swissy…” he whined into his skin with tears in his eyes. The multi ghoul wondered what was wetter, his eyes or cock. He tangled his fingers into the sweaty black and white strands on Phantom’s head, scratching at his scalp in a way he knew made the young ghoul melt right away. He moaned prettily, eyes fluttering, and pushed into Swiss’ touch.
“That’s my ghoul.” And for a moment it was good. Phantom humped Swiss’ leg with his face shoved into his belly, whimpering and purring at the same time as the multi ghoul pet him. Heat was brutal, though. It wouldn’t let him stay just like that. Shame.
“S– Swiss, please, not– not here.”
“Then where, baby?” he asked as if the where wasn’t poking him in the shin and making his pant leg sticky.
“I need– it– it hurts,” Phantom cried and finally looked up again. There weren't many things that made Swiss weak, that made him break, but fortunately for the young quintessence ghoul, his eyes were one of those things.
“I know, bug, I know,” he sighed and pulled him up. “Come gimme a kiss.”
Phantom scrambled to obey, sprawling himself over Swiss as he clumsily pressed their lips together. They both moaned into the kiss, licking into each other’s mouths sloppily. They would stay like that—possibly forever—if only not Phantom’s problem. It seemed to be finding a solution on its own, though, and Swiss grinned as he got an idea.
“Like my tummy so much, bug?” he purred into the other’s ear, getting a pretty little noise in return. “Go on, then, baby, rub yourself off against it.”
The multi ghoul smirked, grabbing his pants to help him free his aching cock. Once he did, Phantom pressed himself into his stomach, slicking it up with the copious amounts of pre he was leaking.
The next thing that left Phantom’s mouth along with spit was one of the most wrecked sounds Swiss has ever heard.
“Good,” Swiss praised. The quintessence ghoul’s moans and whimpers were truly a music to his ears. He got so focused on them he barely noticed getting hard himself. It’d be taken care of soon enough.
First, though, Phantom humping his tummy. So pretty, so cute, so desperate.
He was too out of his mind to utter anything more than incoherent babbling and grunts, snapping his hips in short, rabbit-quick thrusts, pre leaking down Swiss’ sides. It took no time at all for the quintessence ghoul’s noises to get louder, to increase in pitch. So worked up since before he even came to the other. “Go on, bug. Just once, come for me like that once and I’ll take care of you. I’ll fuck you stupid, yeah?”
“Y– yeah, please.”
“Then cum for me,” Swiss said and Phantom obliged. He shuddered and whimpered his way through it, clinging to the multi ghoul like a lifeline. He held him tightly, Phantom’s mess getting squished between them. It would get so much more messy soon, but for now...
“Good boy. Now lick it off.”
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I Miss You (pt 1)
(matt sturniolo)
warnings: no smut (yet!!) lotta fluff, crying, angst??????? i think that’s it
A/n: I didn’t say the time but pretend it’s like 11/12 at night LMAO
based off these texts
I sent him a “see you soon” text and get “ready” to go see him (sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt). I get in my car and don’t even need directions and just go off memory from how many times i’ve gone over to his house.
I get to his street and all the memories of us when we were together hit me like a train. i feel my face get hot and tears form in my eyes. I let out broken sobs and continue driving down his street with blurry vision.
I pull into the driveway and continue crying, not able to slow the tears. I knock on the door a couple times and then stand patiently. Matt opens the door with a small smile that quickly fades when he sees my state.
“Oh sweetheart.. c’mere.” He says as he pulls me into a tights hug
The soft smell of him on his hoodie is enough to keep the tears flowing down my cheeks.
“it’s alright, it’s okay, i promise.” He says into my hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“Matt— I.. don’t kiss me.. we aren’t together..” I say through sobs as more tears fall.
“that doesn’t matter right now, okay?” He said it sweetly and softly, like he was talking to a child.
I nuzzled my face further into his hoodie. He smelled good, it was comforting. My crying slowed down as he continued holding me. I don’t remember when but he moved us inside. He always knew how to comfort me and get me through things.
“I-“
“Shh.. it’s alright.” He cut me off with a sweet voice and a gentle kiss to my forehead.
I waited a couple seconds before trying to speak again.
“Matt I miss you.. too much.” I say quietly, my voice breaking slightly.
“I know, y/n. Me too.” He said it sadly and just as quiet as me.
“So why can’t w-“
“Y/n. C’mon. You know why.” He says sternly but reminding himself of my current state.
“Matt— please.. I miss us.” I say, desperately looking into his eyes, searching for any reciprocation.
He looks away from me, avoiding my gaze.
“Y/n, if you’re just trying to get back together I suggest you go. I asked you to come over so we could talk and you could feel better, not so we could date again.” He said more sternly than before, disregarding my fragile state.
I feel tears start in my eyes again but I try to hold them back, trying not to be a baby about it.
“I think— I am gonna go— I—“ I try to finish my sentence but can’t stop myself from crying.
I look at Matt one last time before walking out of his house sobbing again. When I glanced back at him, he was faced away, clearly hurt as well but seemingly trying to hide it.
I get in my car and drive home. Fast. I wanted him to be concerned at how recklessly I was driving.
I get home, tears staining my cheeks and shirt. I look at my phone which at buzzed just a minute earlier.
It was a text from Matt. He sent a couple texts, i could tell was clearly worried by how many texts he sent. I guess my attempt at getting him concerned worked.
“I’m sorry”
“Y/n I’m so sorry”
“Sweetheart?”
“Answer please”
“Y/n answer I wanna know you’re okay”
“Please”
“I’m sorry y/n”
I read the spew of texts and ultimately decided to leave him on read. I wanted nothing more than to text him back telling him it was okay and i forgave him, but I was really trying not to give in.
I get into my bed and get under the covers, crying my eyes out as I looked at cute pictures of me and Matt together until I eventually fell asleep, forgetting to plug my phone in.
This was so ass LMAO
go read pt 2!!
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo imagine#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo texts
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Fic Recs (steve harrington)
just some of my favorite one-shots or series i’ve read on ao3 and few from tumblr. all works ranging from 1.5k to 30k+ i believe. 18+ readers!
some have a tumblr that i tagged, but others i couldn’t find . i am doing this on mobile which is a bit difficult haha! i read these all (except 2) on ao3 so the links will be ao3. i know some are here on tumblr but i didn’t realize till after reading and making this! <3
steve harrington
come home by @stevie-petey <3💕
-"come home to me, okay?"
"always," steve promises
in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington.
(a stranger things rewrite).
dancing with our hands tied by @andvys
-You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?
paint me red by eddiemunsons ao3
-You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.
i’m your idiot by thebestandworstdayofjune ao3 @thebestandworstdayofjune
-Steve Harrington has a way of worming himself into your heart, and social situations you had done your best to exclude him from.
small hands, big heart by finalgirlharrington ao3 @sexybabystevie
-Steve Harrington has a massive crush on you, but his recent lack of luck in the romantic sense has him stuck on how to make a move. Plus, something about you makes him nervous in a way he's never been – in a way he likes. His simplest solution? Flirting via the old 'comparing hand sizes' method.
promise by Harley_Honey_Quinn ao3
-Reader learns about Steve's feelings thanks to some Russian truth serum.
kiss me by @corrodedseraphine
-Your friend is desperately trying to find a person who will give him something more. Wanting to feel what it's like to be loved again and after many failed dates he gets the idea that it's time to go back to King Steve's famous tactics. Telling him that it's not the best idea gets you involved in a deal where you have to help him get another girl. Will helping the boy you're in love with turn out to be a good idea? Probably not.
every rose has its thorn by @corrodedseraphine
-Christmas is coming to Hawkins. It is a time of joy and forgiveness. It turns out that your sister's best friend is looking for a new place to live, and you happen to have a spare room in the apartment. It wouldn't be a problem if that friend wasn't Steve Harrington. A man whom the more you try to avoid even more often comes back like a boomerang.
hearts on the telephone line by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds
-You thought Steve was okay dealing with a long-distance relationship after you moved for an exciting internship in New York. But you were proven so wrong when your boyfriend finally poured his feelings over the phone. Because distance wasn't making his heart grow fonder, it was breaking it.
competitively stupid by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds
-It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.
perfect blend by Your_Writer ao3
-No one likes their summer job. Working at a coffee shop was sticky, exhausting, and overall boring. In fact, the highlight of your day was the charming, gentle eyed sailor scooping USS Butterscotch just across the way.
the things we don’t say by rdrickheffley ao3
-Steve Harrington once was the bane of Y/n's existence. He had always been an arrogant asshole and a terrible kisser. She never understood how others fell for the boy's eye-roll worthy charm. Now it seems like he will do anything to prove her wrong about anything.
next time? by rdrickheffley ao3
-Three instances where Steve and reader find themselves in intimate situations.
candyfloss and confessions by ACourtofSnakesandStars ao3
-You’ve been in love with Steve Harrington for years, like every cliche come to life. You’ve battled monsters, found friends within kids with superpowers, and you even managed to graduate. Yet the one thing you’ve never been able to do, is tell Steve how you feel. But maybe you don’t need to wait any longer.
a night to remember by RaeWrites94 ao3
-Steve has to attend his 10 year high school reunion and somehow manages to convince you to go as his date and his fake girlfriend. You've had feelings for him for a long time, but figure, why not? You could probably survive an evening of pretending he liked you back and come out unscathed. Right?
with bated breath by brianmay ao3
-Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.
cross my heart (and hope to die) by @talesofesther
-Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.
tales of a love between the lines by @talesofesther
-Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he’s been showing you for a long time.
love is easy by seidenbros ao3
-The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.
everything means nothing if i can’t have you by iridescentpetrichor ao3
-Steve and Y/N go on a double date to impress the other one, but it's only so long until the tension between the two breaks.
you’re not by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic
-The year is 1985, you're on a school field trip to cheer on Hawkins High at the championship game before spring break. When the game doesn't pan out as expected, you're even more surprised to discover the one and only Steve Harrington in only his underwear at your hotel room after being locked out by his teammates. What happens when the two of you have a little heart to heart?
last christmas by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic
-You and Steve had always been childhood friends-and remained that way. As Steve ping-pongs around in his relationship status, you have a hard time keeping your feelings to himself as Nancy surrounds his entire world. What Steve doesn't know is his relationship to Nancy may end your own with Steve.
the scoundrel and the princess by @mrshipsmcgee
-after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.
also have a ton under the (steve harrington x reader) on my blog! credit to the maker of the gif from pinterest!
#fic rec#fic recommendations#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#x reader#one shot#imagine#f!reader#series#smut#fluff#angst#enemies to lovers#ao3#stranger things rewrite#stranger things au#gn reader#stranger things x reader#steve harrington fic rec#steve harrington fic recommendations#joe keery
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Stealing your snacks
30 Day Writing Challenge
3. Finding out they stole your snacks
Trent Alexander Arnold
Word Count: 547
You walked downstairs after coming out of the bath, in desperate need of a snack.
"Where are you?" you shouted loudly, enough for Trent to hear.
"Urgh where are they, all I wanted was some doughnuts and chocolate buttons. Some idiot has stolen them" you screamed out loud as you turned around and watched Trent standing there watching you.
As you span around a small smile appeared on his face.
"Wipe that smirk off of your face right now Trent Alexander Arnold" you sternly told him as you slammed the cupboard door.
"Oh sorry, just you were shouting and I had to see what all the fuss was about?" you crossed your hands across your large stomach.
"Someone ate my food and I am absolutely starving, this baby is throwing off my hormones and I cried earlier because I was watching a sad advert about all those dogs that nobody wanted and oh- fuck I'm going again" you muttered as you wiped a stray tear from your now tear stained cheek.
"What's up with you today?" Trent asked.
"I wanted some snacks and I find out that they have all disappeared" you huffed loudly.
"Hey, calm down if you huff and puff anymore you will blow the house down" Trent muttered with the biggest smirk on his face.
"Oh aren't you hilarious, excuse me?" you pushed past him as you made your way to the sofa.
"Are you really in a mood with me because your chocolates are missing?" Trent asked, biting his tongue as he waited for your answer.
"Yes I am. I was in the mood for them and you've eaten them. I am so annoyed with you" you moaned.
"Who says I ate them?" Trent asked as you looked up at him as he stood over you.
"I don't remember eating them?" you replied.
"Babe, you ate them last night when you got up from your nap and said that you were hungry." Trent tried his best not to laugh.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry for accusing you, fuck these moods are so weird. I can't cope with how this pregnancy is making me feel" you ran your hands through your hair as Trent gently crouched beside you.
"Hey it is okay angel, I promise you will buy you some more snacks. It is okay that you're feeling like this, you're carrying our baby and I am so amazed at how well you are handling this" Trent leaned in and kissed you.
"Trent please don't make me cry, I see you are being nice to ignore the fact that I am an absolute mess and I am sat here crying over chocolates that this fatty ate" you let out another laugh.
"Come here baby, you're not fat shut up. Come on, I promise I will get you more okay? stop with the tears, little man is making you so hormonal" he wiped your tears yet again.
"Sorry" you whispered quietly as he pulled you in for a cuddle.
"We have how many weeks left of this hormonal mess Trent" you smirked as you were interrupted by the doorbell.
"I don't care as long as my little man is cooking in there" he pressed a kiss to your forehead gently before getting up to answer the door.
#30daywritingchallenge#trent alexander arnold imagine#trent alexander arnold x reader#football imagines#football imagine#football one shots#football one shot#futbol imagines#futbol imagine#football x reader
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