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ssailormoonn · 5 months

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Light Yagami X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.9k┊!MDNI! ┊TW; NSFW, voyeurism? exhibition? piv, fingering, begging, praise, degradation. dom!light x sub!reader

REQUEST ; While the Yagami's are still under the suspicion, with all da surveillance cameras and voice bugs, Light wants to put on display his pretty little girlfriend. Having his girlfriend hopeless underneath him as L watches through the camera 😏😏😏- anon

this request had me feeling things 😣 - honey

MASTERLIST | death note master list

"Hey {Y/N}! Light never mentioned you were dropping by," Sayu exclaims, her eyes brightening as she spots me, opening the door for me.

"Just felt like stopping by," I reply, setting down the bag of groceries I brought, slipping off my shoes and neatly placing them on the rack. "Didn't want to show up empty-handed, so I grabbed Sachiko's favorite dessert on the way."

"Honestly, you could come with nothing, and Mom would still be thrilled to see you," Sayu remarks, joining me in unloading the small haul of groceries.

"That's quite the compliment," I respond, a blush spreading across my cheeks as I bring a fisted hand up to my mouth shyly.

"Oh, for sure," Sayu says, casually opening a bag of chips from the groceries. "Mom can't stop talking about you."

"I hope it's not too annoying," I apologize bashfully.

"Nah, it's cool. I actually like you, so it's all good," Sayu replies with a playful grin.

I chuckle at her response, the warmth in the air accentuating the fondness I feel for Light's younger sister. Despite the five-year age gap between us, I've grown to love our conversations. Whether it's lending a hand with Sayu's quadratic homework when Light is immersed in his studies or casually steering our talks toward the latest gossip, spending time with her always feels refreshing.

"If you ever need help with anything, Sayu, just give me a call," I say, brushing my hands off on my skirt. "Knowing Light, he's probably occupied with who knows what."

"Sure thing!"

The Yagami residence is quite lovely, and I always find joy in being here. Yet, the main reason I frequent this place is to spend time with Light. My mother tends to embarrass me when Light visits our home, so I've found it more convenient to come over to his place.

"Light," I call out, knocking twice on his door. My eyebrows furrow when I receive no reply.

"Light?" I say, cautiously pushing open his door. My head tilts at the peculiar sight before me – he's slouched in the chair, study books scattered across the desk. His head leans over the back of the chair, a clear sign of exhaustion.

He must be completely drained.

"Oh, darling," I say with concern, placing my handbag down beside his bed. Walking over to where he sits, I gently cup his face and plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Turning around, I start cleaning up the clutter on his desk, gathering his criminal justice and criminal psychology textbooks.

Suddenly, cold arms wrap around my waist, causing me to jump slightly in fright before realising it is Light. I look down at his arms, tilting my head in confusion at his unexpected gesture. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"Can you do something for me?" Light inquires, deflecting my question and replacing it with one of his own.

"Oh? That's why clinging on to me," I say with a smile rising onto my face.

A fleeting moment unfolds, and I sense Light's back leaning against mine, his presence towering over me. The edge of the desk presses against my body, and a soft shiver runs down my spine as I feel his warm breath gently grazing the side of my neck.

Deliberately slowing down my breathing, I'm cautious not to inhale too quickly, wanting to savor the subtle intimacy without overwhelming the moment. "What is it? I mean, what do you need from me?" I reply, feeling my cheeks grow warmer.

"I feel like some apples, could you get some for me?" Light questions.

"What? I just got here, you couldn't have called me?" I reply, turning around in his hold to face him, a hint of confusion in my expression.

"There's something else that I need you to do for me," he says, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"What do you need?"

His face gently inches closer to mine, and I feel the soft brush of his lips against my own. Light's hand moves with purpose, cupping the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter shut in contentment as the warmth of his touch envelops me.

The hand that was previously cradling my head shifts its position, tilting my chin upward, and I feel a flutter in my stomach. Light's head lowers, and his warm breath caresses the shell of my neck, sending a wave of heat throughout my body. The moment lingers, leaving an electrifying sensation in its wake.

As Light's lips linger on mine, his hand delicately cups the back of my neck, creating a sensation of warmth that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips press once again against mine. The rhythmic dance of our tongues takes me by surprise, and I find myself lost in the tender exchange. Breaking away from the unexpected intensity, I bury my head into the comforting embrace of Light's shoulder. My fingers tighten their grip on the fabric of his shoulders, grounding me in the moment.

With a gentle touch, Light guides my head, tilting my chin upward. As my eyes meet his, a subtle flutter in my stomach intensifies. His head lowers to the side of mine, and I'm enveloped in the intoxicating warmth of his breath against the sensitive skin of my neck. A wave of heat courses through my body, and I revel in the electrifying connection between us.

His fingers trail down my spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Light's lips find mine again, a tender kiss that deepens the connection between us. The room seems to fade away as we become immersed in this shared intimacy. My hands find their way to the small of his back, fingers tracing gentle patterns, and I savor the closeness that lingers between us.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against his, our breaths intertwining in a silent exchange. Light's gaze meets mine, filled with a warmth that mirrors the emotions coursing through me. The air is charged with an unspoken understanding, and as his thumb brushes against my cheek, I feel a sense of connection that goes beyond words.

Light lowers his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "There are cameras and voice taps in my room because I'm a suspect," he whispers, his words barely audible. "I think we should put on a show."

A hint of amusement colors my response as I retort, "If you're that desperate, then go get protection yourself, along with your apples." I roll my eyes sarcastically, feeling the subtle smirk against my skin.

It's clear what Light is asking of me—to play along, say something to divert attention, and maintain the façade for the members of the task force monitoring his every move. The weight of our unspoken understanding hangs in the air as I navigate the delicate dance of secrecy and shared intentions.

I move myself away from the desk and Light follows my movements, maintaining his hold on my hips as I move backwards towards the comfort of his bed. The back of my legs his the base board of the bed and causing my knees to bend, sit down at the edge of the bed.

I gracefully ease away from the desk, and Light, with a subtle determination, follows my movements. His firm grip on my hips remains, a reassuring presence as I navigate the room. Slowly, deliberately, I move backward, guiding us both towards the inviting comfort of his bed.

The back of my legs meet the solid baseboard of the bed, causing my knees to bend in response. With a gentle descent, I settle down at the edge of the bed, the mattress cradling my weight as I feel the warmth of Light's presence infront of me.

I retreat backward on the bed, and Light gracefully follows suit. As he unbuttons his shirt, a quiet anticipation lingers in the air. With a subtle sensuality, I slip off my black and white milkmaid shirt over my shoulders, revealing the delicate silhouette beneath and leaving me in my bra.

Light's hand embarks on a leisurely journey, trailing up my hips and waist, while the other holds my thigh flush against the side of his body. The room is filled with a charged atmosphere as we navigate the unspoken performance.

Light descends, capturing my lips once more in a fervent kiss. I gasp, taken aback by the intensity of the action, my back arching in anticipation as the electrifying connection between us deepens. The room seems to shrink, as he unclips my bra and drags the feverent material off my breasts.

As his fingers lightly tease the skin above my collarbone, a feeling of uncertainty creeps over me, L and the taskforce are going to be watching. Light's father and L.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and respond, "I'm sure." My words are breathy and barely audible as my body trembles in response to his touch. "I'll do anything for you," I say sighing into his mouth as he brings his lips to mine again.

"I know you would," He whispers, taking his hand off my thigh, only to drag his two middle fingers down my covered slit making jerk and a whimper leave my mouth.

My skirt was still adorned on my body, along with my underwear, it wasn't even a moment later when Light tugged free my panties, placing them in an unknown spot. Not even a moment was wasted when Light teased my clit with the pad of his thumb and my legs trumbled at the simple touch casuing him to smirk at the skin of my neck, leaving a hikey in it's wake.

Two fingers imedietly slipped within my heat and started to curl at my gummy spot and I hoplessly moan as my arms wrapped around Lights neck, almost as if that would help relief some of the pleasure.

"Found it already, have I?" Light comments while slowly thrusting his fingers in and out my soaked hole, slowly curling his fingers into my gummy walls everytime my entered again.

"Please, Light," I moan as pleasure sears through every nerve in my body, forgeting about the cameras and voice taps.

"Please, what?"

"'M need you," I whimper out as he maintains that slow, aching pace, curling his long fingers at the right time to hit that one spot that made me feel so, so good. But, despite him knowing this he continues to do this slowly, making sure each one of my moans and whimpers gets dent thorugh the cameras and voice taps.

"Sorry, darling, but this is all you're going to get," Light says, almost mocking me for how pathetic and fucked out I already look. "And look, you're doing so well for me," Light whispers in my ear, nipping at the flesh making another string of whimpers leave my lips.

"More," I choke out and I felt another smirk rise agaisnt his lips.

"You're such a dirty girl," Light breaths hotly agasint my ear, refering to the task force watching us and stilll wanting to have more from Light.

"Jus' want you to go f-faster," I say holding back the moan when he curls his fingers once more. "Such a dirty girl," Light degrades and complys with my request and picks up the pase causes the knot in my stomach to grow.

"Please, please, pleasee," I chant over and over again, asking for the release of the orgassm that has a deadly threat layign over my body, "Ngh, L-Light, please."

"Fine, let go," Light commands and a moan of his name leaves my throat, my back arches into his chest and his arm slips around my waist holding me close to him. Light descends to kiss my once more, letting the warmth of the kiss linger when he pulls away.

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tarjapearce · 8 months

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 7)

Older!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: A little itty bitty smudge of angst, fluff. Miguel into espectator mode. Tiny bit of jealousy if you squint. Relationship buiding, Slow burn, friends to lovers, tiny bit of Nerdy Miguel

Summary: Getting to know Miguel is as rewarding as a double edge weapon.

Special Thanks to my beta readers @tojismommymilkers00 <3

Pt. 8 Masterlist

The warm touch on your shoulder had lingered a second longer as Miguel said his goodbyes to you.

"Try to get some sleep." He'd mumble with a soft nod, "Goodnight, guapa"

"Goodnight, Miguel."

You couldn't help but look at the shelf with a little smile. A rather pleasant surprise to your aching and bleeding self. A flurry of thoughts came to your mind.

What made him apologize? was the biggest of them all, still, all you knew was he had made an effort first, and such a thing as apologizing was clearly meaningful to you. There were no bad dreams that hunted you tonight. ---------

Miguel's eyes drooped in exhaustion, the triumph over your distress made him close his lids and savor the victory for a moment. Apologizing surely was something he had been doing for quite some years, but that didn't mean it had gotten any easier.

Misunderstandings were just another part of his life, and if he deemed them problematic enough, he'd assess them. Some solved themselves most of the time, but again, a new lesson was learned thanks to you. Communication always leads to better places.

He drove home, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. No more nightmares came to plague him. ---- Your morning started on the right foot, you found Hobie and exchanged some pleasantries with him, promising to give a little treat for his support back at his shop. Then went to work.

The job was rather easygoing, another day of making people's dreams come true, another day of taking pictures in the company's studio for you to work your magic later.

Bloomsearch had grown, you'd notice a couple of new people that were part of another team. Fingers crossed your workload would be less. After the pictures were taken, you did a bit of editing until your lunch break came.

It hadn't been five minutes since you started eating your salad when your phone buzzed, nearly choking at the name displaying on your screen. Miguel was calling.

"H-Hello?"

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Not really, I'm on lunch break. Just surprised actually"

"Hm? Ah..." He chuckled and there was a little shuffling on his line, "Yeah figured it was better to just call instead of texting."

"You really hate texting that much?"

"I just forget, and wouldn't want to repeat the little stunt we did"

"Right, uhm-"

"What about at four thirty?"

"Hm?"

"After work, to... Julien's Spells"

You giggled "It's Julien's Potions . But yeah, four thirty sounds perfect"

"Well, ahí nos vemos ."

"What?"

"See ya."

"So rude!"

"That's what it means, guapa." A little chuckle.

"Oh... Yeah you forgot I know a peep about spanish."

"Better get learning then"

"Right, right. Nose vemmos "

You butchered the word, he'd probably be hiding his face in his hand out of cringe, but hey, you were trying. ----

Complaints only piled up, thankfully you weren't in the main campaign teams, but your pictures had to be retaken since the client decided on a different packaging at the last minute.

Your name was called by your immediate boss as you were editing. You followed and he took you and your other teammates to a meeting room. Swallowing the sudden anxiousness that took over, you sat nearby the entrance.

Your boss and another elderly man entered the room. He was tall, salt and pepper hair neatly combed to a side, blue eyes that if you look long enough would find something hidden in them. The man was handsome, but something about him flared your mistrust alarms…

He carried himself arrogantly, the way he regarded you all as he entered the room was a bit frightening honestly.

"This is Julius DeSantis, our new Graphic Arts Division Manager."

"Nice to meet you all. As you may know the company is expanding-"

His voice was deep, some of your teammates couldn't help but ogle him, his white hair kind of reminded you the patches of silvery strands in your father's head, his neat lock shaped beard that encaged a pair of thin yet refined lips, reminded you of the Mall Santa's man true identity.

The meeting was over, a pair of icy blue eyes trailing on you for a brief moment.

Of course the talks of how attractive the man was echoed through your section of cubicles.

The I wouldn't mind him talking down at me , along with more of he's such a dilf! And such straightforward as I'd ride him, made you chuckle at the sudden memory of your classmates saying the exact things about Miguel.

Guys in general were a little known territory for you. Of course you'd had little boyfriends here and there, You had one in your freshman year of college but you'd barely see each other to the point you weren't sure that you were still a thing anymore. And then another in your sophomore year that dropped college to chase a dream in another country.

The only one that had met the little yet honest list of standards you had for a guy so far.

You didn't know if it was the weather getting colder as the year slowly crawled towards its end that made you a bit wistful, or the sudden little changes that added as your life went on. But your mood has certainly improved a little since yesterday.

A little sadness remained in the furthest and darkest corners of the mood shelf, hoping to not be noticed.

Four o'clock ticked and you picked up your things, checked out and went for your car. Nervous fingers dialed a certain geneticist, hesitating for a moment to actually reach back, but how would he know where the place was? Because it wasn't registered on the GPS map yet.

Silly girl.

You dialed, it rang a couple of times before his deep voice erupted from the other line.

" Aló? " (Hello)

"Uh... I will send you the location of the parking lot I'll be in."

"Alright, salgo en cinco." (Coming out in five) "Okay?. Bye"

Your mouth exhaled, but you were proud. Concise and precise.

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You were the first to arrive, and waited inside your car, a black mini Cooper you had bought in an auction for half the price. A little repairs and restores here and there and it was brand new for you.

You scrolled through social media in the meantime, fetching ideas for your hobbies. A few ideas for your own photoshoots and knitting techniques that surely seemed easier than the current one you were trying

Around twenty minutes later, A red Nissan Pathfinder parked in the opposite row you were. An all too familiar car that made your brain flood with memories you thought buried for good.

Miguel stepped out of his car and looked around but frowned upon not seeing anyone. His lab coat was left abandoned on his passenger seat, he wore an olive green button shirt and a deeper shade of green pants, polished black shoes, of course a belt that always accentuated his waist and to your surprise a pair of sunglasses.

You stepped out of your car as he was calling.

"Hey"

His frowning softened upon seeing you.

"Hola, guapa"

"Ready for a walk?"

"Hm? Thought it was closer"

"It's fine, it's just a couple of blocks away. C'mon."

You gestured for him to follow you. You had gone for a black knitted long sleeved Maxi dress and boots. The belt around your waist only added enough seasoning for your curves to pop out. His eyes fell on your waist and a bit lower just to trail on the road ahead. Your perfume guided him through the streets, a soft yet delicious smell of sweet summer cherries.

He stopped you when you intended to cross a street. Nueva York Streets were always bustling with people. His arm before you, shielded you from any intrusion in your personal space, a new wave of people pushed you further and further away from him. His hand however took a gentle hold of your wrist and pulled you closer.

"Agárrate" (Hold on)

You didn't have to know Spanish on this one to understand that he was instructing you to hold on his arms. Your hand squeezed through his arm and secured it as you kept guiding him through the streets.

You couldn't help but sigh in relief and give a little squeal when you stopped before your little treasure.

"We're here."

Your arm let him go and opened the door for him. The outside layout only allowed him to have a little peek into the bar. It turned clearer as he walked in. A little wind chime echoed, announcing your presence.

Some of the tables were occupied, the assistants glanced briefly before attending their own business. Miguel’s face was sure a treat. His eyes scanned through the place, face contorting in confusion, wonder and of course some resignation.

"Welcome, travelers. Allow me to get you a place." The waiter guided you to a more private stall, away from the people and gave your respective menu charts.

"Thanks."

Pearly painted nails raked over the plastic menu, as he examined his.

"You've been here, what would you recommend?"

"I liked the mango muffin and the red berries cold brew. But they have more elaborate dishes if you're hungry."

You both ordered, he went for the 'Tavern's Special Panini' and a cold iced tea. He had a good appetite.

"How was your day?"

You both chuckled as you spoke in unison.

"Ladies first."

"Right. Nothing new to report except I've got a new division boss. Everyone is... swooning for him."

"How so?"

"A dilf, according to my coworkers"

"And according to you?"

"Uh, sure, attractive, but... ever feel that weird feeling upon meeting someone?"

"It's called anxiety."

You scoff. "Oh trust me, I know about it. And it's more like a "I don't trust him sort of feeling."

"Isn't that a bit prejudiced coming from you?"

"Maybe, but I'm trusting my gut. Besides, sure, older men are something else, but I'm not into that much of an age gap."

He chuckled and leaned on his chair.

You rolled your eyes. "But enough on me. How was yours?"

"The usual, people complain but at least this time we got something done. So, it wasn't that bad."

"Glad to hear so."

After a couple of minutes your food was brought to the table and he didn't waste a single second trying it. You snapped a picture of him after taking the first bite of his panini with a giggle.

"That good, huh?"

"Delete it"

"No. I actually like it."

You showed him the picture and he huffed with a roll of his eyes.

"Can I keep it?"

"No."

"Pleaseee?"

"...Fine."

You chuckled and saved it. "Thank you" You dug into your muffin, enjoyment plastered all over your face.

"This kind of reminds me of something"

"What exactly?"

His eyes turned a bit serious and your lips pursed. "If it's something embarrassing, I'll share one to make it even."

He seemed to consider for a second and exhaled.

"Dungeons and Dragons..." He breathed.

Your eyes went wide then smirked "I'm sorry but that's the most unexpected thing I've ever heard you say."

"I was young once too."

"And a nerd , apparently."

You chuckled but stifled a laugh as he deadpanned.

"I met Peter there."

"Wait... Peter? As in Mr. Peter B. Parker?!"

"You sound surprised."

"Of course I am! Cause you're totally opposites!"

"And?"

"You played with him? "

"And many others, good kind of fun."

You both went silent.

"That sounded...so very wrong."

He swatted your head gently and you snorted.

"My god. This feels like getting classified information from a dangerous source."

He chuckled and continued eating, just like you.

"Please tell me that you have pictures of that."

"No."

"Dammit."

You put a hair strand behind your ear. Conversation slowly spreading through many topics. You'd learn that his favorite color was white, red and blue. That his coffee worked better with the least amount of sugar possible. And that he liked sweet bread, something called 'conchas'. He had a sweet tooth. Flan and Tres Leches are his favorites.

Your eyes came fixed on the little soccer ball keychain attached to his car keys. The edges were faded, some of the enamel had worn out. A little smudged outline of a couple of words you couldn't make out since his large hand covered the resin back.

"I didn't know you were into soccer."

His face turned devoid of all emotion for a moment, muscles rigid, jaw clenched and eyes casted at the keychain.

He knew the trinket and the words on it like the back of his hand, like the algorithm he had been working on.

'Number One Papa!' Scribbled in an infant like penmanship with a sharpie, a too round heart next to the last 'a'.

His eyes turned into something you couldn't exactly pinpoint, but it wasn't good. Hand held the little aluminum thing tighter, his thick and mildly labored breaths made you clear your throat, snapping his attention to you. A chill ran down your spine but words managed to come out your mouth

"I'd love to try some aerial dance."

As stupid as the comment was, he had turned his gears into a different direction.

"Hm?"

"Or dance."

"What's stopping you?"

"I have the movement of a sessile organism." You pinched your fingers together at 'organism, earning a chuckle from him. Amused at your attempt to be science-y.

"Can't be that bad."

"I was the tree in a school play because I moved like them…"

He had to hold back an ugly snort, harder to contain as your brows scrunched.

"Oh c'mon I shared my embarrassing moment! What's yours?"

He took a moment to recover before he cleared his throat. "I was afraid of horses."

You cocked your head "Oh?"

"That's all I'm saying."

You giggled and nodded. "Alright."

The conversation died as you both finished your meals. The sight of a green smudge on his right cheek had caught your attention for a little too long.

"Uh, you have-" Your hands gesture on your cheek, he touched the wrong one, completely missing your cue.

"Open your hand."

He does and you grab it to point at the green sauced smeared area with his fingertips. Your hand, small and elegant against his.

"Why didn't you just wipe it off?"

"Because I don't know if you like having your personal space invaded."

His eyebrow quivered with a mildly amused grimace.

"We've fucked before and you now worry over personal space?"

You sighed at his bluntness. "Just because we did means it's alright to invade people's personal space."

" Como gustes, supongo " (As you like, I guess)

He shrugs.

"How's the shelf going?"

"Sturdy and holding up as it should. Thanks for helping me with it."

"Not a problem."

You clasp your hands together abruptly. "OK, wanna play something?" "Like?"

"Questions."

"Quite curious you are. Aren't we already playing then?"

"Well, I am meeting new people and trying to make new friends, remember? And now that I actually think about it, I didn't know much about you, until today. But, if you are uncomfortable sharing things, it's fine."

" La curiosidad te va a matar, gatita" (Curiosity will kill you, kitten)

"Again, not a peep on spanish"

"Good."

He smirked and gestured for you to continue, indulging you this once.

"What's something new you have recently learned?"

"Some plants react well to blood."

Okay you definitely weren't expecting that. "Uh... what?"

He laughed silently at your alarmed reaction.

"An experiment back in the lab."

"I'm kinda concerned as to what kind of things you actually do for a living"

"You'd be surprised."

"Why genetics though?"

He shrugs.

"Pays well and basically you're paid to fuck around to find out."

"Yeah, I kinda wanna be a geneticist now."

He chuckles

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Why knitting?"

"It's calming. Even though I can't get a technique right and it's costing me a lot of yarn. Anyways, last book you read?"

"Not a book precisely but more like a long ass report about an upcoming research. You?"

"Just finished Camille."

" La Dama de Las Camelias? " (The Lady of The Camellias?)

"I... guess? But yeah. I cried, but absolutely loved it."

"You think that Margarita did the right thing?" His arms lean on the wooden chair's arms, waiting for your reply.

"There are many questionable things she does. But if by the right thing you're meaning her giving up Armand's love so his sister could be happily married? No. I don't"

"Why not?"

"Because... She was about to die. She didn't have much time left. She should have enjoyed her love till the very end."

"Hopeless romantic, aren't you?" "I'm a sucker for tragic romances. But it actually surprises me you know the book."

"A gift, really. I'm not usually into pink novels, but gotta give Dumas some credit. Armando is such... a relatable character."

"Strong willed and quite stubborn?" Reminds me of someone."

"Ouch." "I really hated Armand towards the end though"

"He didn't know about the deal."

"Still! I don't understand that... pathological need to get revenge. He had such a fragile ego."

"A proud man that has done almost the impossible to conquer a famous courtesan, that does little to nothing in keeping him in the shadows?"

"Hey, Marguerite spoke clearly to him ever since the begining! But he was too... possessive and impulsive."

"Last bit reminds me of someone"

He said as he poked his ear, you gasped playfully.

"At least it was a piercing and not a letter saying awful things or using a friend to make Marguerite jealous."

"I don't justify nor condone his actions, but Armando deserved the truth."

"On that we can agree. Keeping such a thing from him was terrible."

"What would you do if someone pulled a Margarita on you?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Their excuse. Some things can't be said right away or face to face because they might be too much to digest. But there are things that can be said on the spot."

His eyes twinkled in amusement as his eyes widened softly at your response.

"Still. It's not that easy"

"I never said it was. They didn't communicate properly and that's how they ended up like they did."

"Communication is key to you?"

"Of course it is!. I mean, I might not have as much experience in relationships, but nothing can't work without communication. Not even friendships."

" Cierto, cierto." (true that) He nodded with a small smile.

"I didn't expect this"

"What exactly?"

"Having fun."

"Are you calling me a bore?"

You snorted. "No. Just... feels different. The first time felt like an obligation. I know you said it wasn't, but I couldn't help but feel like it was."

His eyebrow quirked.

"And this one feels different. It's fun."

"You looked out of yourself, yesterday. It was odd."

"Odd?"

"You're usually all... like that." He gestured at your clothes, "Pretty. Perfect." It was your turn to frown and cast away your eyes from him.

"I hate that word, y'know?"

"Pretty?"

"Perfect."

"Why?"

"You'd have to tell me something really personal too in exchange."

His eyebrows rose in surprise. You sensed an impending tension so you broke it, clearning your throat. "But I think we've shared enough for today."

He nodded, and you smiled softly.

"Thanks for your concern though. Ready to go?"

"Sure."

"Wait. I'll pay for my-"

His hands stopped yours and he shook his head. " Déjame ." (Allow me.)

"What?"

"You really need to start learning spanish."

"Seems so."

"Consider this my apology."

"B-But you gave me macarons yesterday"

"Still, it seems like a last minute idea for an apology. This is better"

A soft blush crept your cheeks and you couldn't help but nod. "Really appreciated."

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You had gotten a little muffin box for Hobie and his mom, and another one for yourself.

You walked next to Miguel, silence stretched between you both but this time it wasn't awkward or discomfiting, after all you had spoken, it seemed only right. It was comforting even. Knowing a bit more of himself surely offered a new perspective on what made him Miguel.

Your thoughts however were interrupted by your name being called, both couldn't help but turn at the source.

A man, late twenties, athletic looking, kind face with short and styled to a side hair and a mild stubble approached you with a bedazzling smile.

Miguel instantly turned his spectator mode on, and let everything unfold before him.

You held the muffin boxes in one hand as the mystery man hugged you.

"Simon!" Your voice seemed more surprised than anything, as you hugged the young and attractive man with a little fondness plastered in your face.

"Look at you! So... different."

Miguel cringed inwardly as he stepped away from the both, but the hazel eyes from the young man stared at him.

"Oh... didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. Really. This is Miguel O'Hara."

"Friend." Miguel mumbled as he stretched his hand a bit rougher than intended.

"Right. Simon Morvan." He let his hand go

"Thought you'd stay abroad."

"Oh that... heh. No. Sure it was fun but I like it here better" He smiled and you returned it.

"You're staying?"

"Possibly, yeah."

"Nice."

"Mind if I get your number?"

"Sure do."

Miguel noticed that Simon input his phone number into your phone. Giving you the absolute power of a further interaction with him.

"See you then, gotta go. It was nice to see you again, cherie ."

"Same, take care, Si."

You both watched Simon go and then smiled at Miguel. He just chuckled as you made your way back to your respective cars. You gave him a mango muffin and went home. You gave Hobie the little box and greeted his mom in the process. ----

"Thanks for today, it was fun. Sorry for the sudden interruption, though"

Phone rested on your cheek, body tucked under the sheets as you both talked.

" It was interesting seeing you interact with someone else ."

"You say it like you and Hobie are my only friends."

" Isn't that the truth?" He chuckle and you groaned, mildly annoyed

"You're mean. But yeah. It's true. Didn't know you thought of me as a friend."

" And that is?"

"Good. I'm glad to know you think I am reliable."

" You are, guapa."

"Damn, just remembered, might as well start re-learning french."

" How come?"

"Simon is French"

" No mames, qué cliché " (No fucking way, how cliché)

"I certainly understood the last thing, don't be rude!"

" Spanish first, French later.""In order of arrival."

" Spanish first, trust me."

He pressed and you nodded with a yawn.

"Okay, okay. Goodnight, Miguel"

" Descansa, hermosa." (rest well)

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #t writes✨#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n

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bugs1nmybrain · 8 months

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If possible may I request Tomura Shigaraki x chubby reader head cannons? Your writing is so wonderful and I can’t wait to read more!

Admittedly I want nothing more than to just cuddle Shigaraki into my chest and nuzzle my face into his hair. 💚

I've wanted to do this prompt for a while, actually! Just haven't gotten around to it. My chubby ass totally needs this as well. I hope this is good. I also hope you don't mind that I'm throwing some NSFW in here, I can't help myself (it's not actual sex, just Shigaraki being a lil horny)

Tomura x Chubby Reader Headcanons ♡☆♡☆

Warnings: NSFW (nothing extreme), chubby reader, fem-reader, Shigaraki calls you a fatass but it's out of love I swear

Minors Don't Interact

Oh you best BELIEVE he's a chubby chaser!

Thick ladies turn him on so much it's not even funny

Watch it because he'll grab and poke and pinch at you whenever he feels like it

He kind of makes fun of you for your weight, but I swear he's not doing it because he thinks you're ugly or anything. It's the exact opposite. It's more of an endearing insult when he does it

When he wants your attention he'll just drop the bomb, "hey fatass, come here."

Pisses you off to no end, but make no mistake he loves you to death

He absolutely adores it when you're around while he's playing video games so he can just wrap his arms around your soft tummy with his controller in his hands

He'll force you to snuggle with him because he loves how your plushy flesh feels on his fingers and pressed up against his body

Will absolutely show you off. You're his pride and joy! He'll encourage you to wear clothes that show off how thick you are because he loves the eye candy (but will get pissed whenever someone looks at you, it's a complex)

He'd never be ashamed of you, either. If someone has an issue with you, they can shove it. You're his girlfriend after all, and you're hot

If anyone ever insults you for how you look he's beating them the fuck up, no questions and no hesitation. He's the only one who's allowed to call you a fatass.

He loves pinching your fatty areas to get your attention. His favorite areas are your thighs, ass, and upper arms.

SIT! IN! HIS! LAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He needs it so bad

For real though because he'll pull you down to sit on him whenever Dabi or the other guys are around because he needs them to know how lucky he is to have such a cutie like you for a girlfriend

He'll brag about you, too.

"You think your girlfriend's hot, you should see mine. Ass for days."

You're probably the only person who could mellow him out. Sure, when you're around others he's going to abuse the PDA, but when it's you two by yourselves, he's actually kind of a sweetheart.

He'll spend all day just holding you close and squishing your tummy because you're his favorite person

He holds on for dear life because he's so afraid of losing you. He's scared shitless that one day you're going to just up and leave him so he savors those moments

Will smack your ass or thighs whenever he wants because he thinks it's hilarious to see your reaction. He's actually not very rough. Usually, they're playful little slaps. He'll only hit enough to see a red mark if you're having sex and in the mood for something a little rougher

Because honestly, that's so hot to him, too. Seeing the print of his hand on your thick ass makes him leak

He loves seeing your flesh bulge between his fingers it makes him so flustered!

He turns into a giggly little girl around you sometimes because you're so cute

If you get insecure about your body he'll literally tell you to shut the fuck up. He gets it, he truly does. He even feels a little sorry because he doesn't want to see you hurting like that. But you're so sexy, he doesn't know why you insist on doubting yourself

He'll tell you how hot you are very frequently, especially if you're insecure. He wants you to know how attractive you are to him. You'll get absolutely all the praise in the world, though the comments he makes are kind of rude. It's his way of showing you he loves you

He loves his chubby princess so much, he'd destroy the world in your honor (not as if he isn't already trying to do that)

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x chubby reader

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intuitively-her · 1 year

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What will your sex life with your future spouse be like? 18+

Pile 1-(Judgement, Page of wands, 4 of wands, 5 of cups rx, Death, The Devil rx, 2 of cups, 4 of swords, Ace of swords, 6 of wands)

There will be lots of body worship! Your person will love to eat you out. They will love to serve you in any way they can. It's giving me soft dom energy tbh. This person is gonna introduce you to a whole new side of sex. They've probably got some crazy kinks.🤭 I keep getting something about bdsm and role play with outfits. Your person will love for you to dance for them. You know exactly how to tease. You're gonna bring a lot out of each other in this connection. Both inside and outside the bedroom. The sex will be very healing. I keep getting that it will be "out of this world." It will be unlike anything you've ever experienced. Y'all will learn a lot about yourselves in this connection. You guys will bring out a lot of confidence in each other. Most importantly, you two will give each other security and make one another feel safe. This person wants to be a provider for you.

Pile 2-(The Empress, The Hermit rx, 2 of wands, The Hanged Man rx, Queen of swords rx, 6 of swords rx, The Sun, Knight of wands, Knight of pentacles)

Your person will definitely be into taking pictures/videos during sex. For some of you, this will be a same-sex connection. This person really wants to savor the moment with you. They're going to pull you out of your comfort zone and help you not take things so seriously. This connection will bring out your softer side. You're gonna do a lot of risky things with this person. They may be into ropes and chains in the bedroom. This person will really love to spank you. They'll especially love watching you ride them in reverse cowgirl. There's a high chance you could get pregnant, so be careful if that's not what you want. Your person has a very free spirit and they will help to bring out yours as well. This connection will bring in so much healing for you both. You two will motivate each other to do better. This person is literally your other half. Like 2 peas in a pod.

Pile 3-(The Chariot, 8 of cups, 9 of swords, 9 of wands, 7 of wands, The Fool, 10 of cups, Temperance, 9 of pentacles, The Magician, 5 of swords rx)

This could be someone that you're currently dealing with who's long distance. Your person may be a different race/culture than you. This person fantasizes about you two moving away together and experiencing life with one another. They will go to great lengths to prove their love to you. They want this connection to be "end all be all". Your person is really into the idea of public sex as well. They want others to know that you are theirs and vice versa. They would love for you to tease them in public. This person could be an artist. You are their muse. I get the vibe that this person wants to live in a secluded area with you. Kinda like those "cottage core" homes. Your person wants that whole fairy tale love story with you. They just want to get married and run away.

Pile 4-(The Hierophant, 2 of pentacles rx, 6 of pentacles, Queen of wands rx, 3 of pentacles rx, 10 of pentacles, Ace of pentacles, Strength, Page of swords rx, The High Priestess, The Tower)

This may be a connection where you're being paid to perform some type of sexual favors. Idk I keep getting something about sex work. This person will definitely be into ass play and using sex toys on you. They want to see exactly what makes you tick. This person wants you to be their sex slave. Honestly, I'm not sure if this person has your best interest. I feel like this connection is all about control to this person. Like they can have you whenever they feel like it and also do what they want. It's possible that this person may even be married or have a family. I just feel like there would be a lot of imbalance in the connection. Like you would see them as an actual lover, while they see you as nothing more than a trophy. I'm sorry if this was harsh pile 4. You really need to watch your back with this one.

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image #paid readings

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frenchfrywrites · 8 months

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Indulging Gluttony

MINORS DNI

trans male dom top reader, sub bottom Beelzebub, feminization (Beel receiving), feederism, piss, mommy kink, reader uses a strap on

terms used for reader: cock, dick, tdick

Thank you to @lilacrodent for the commission!! Been so long since I wrote for this gentle giant, so thank you for letting me go hog wild <3

"Open up" you hum quietly, lifting another pastry to Beelzebub's mouth. He stares at you through his lashes, dropping his jaw as he's told, wrapping his lips around it and biting down, being careful of nicking your fingers.

Beel chews and swallows quickly, not taking the time to savor the flavors on his tongue. He's opening his mouth for you again before you know it.

You pick another treat, and repeat the process, furrowing your brows when he nibbles on the pads of your fingers. "Sorry," he mumbles softly, his mouth still full. You don't say anything, just watch him swallow with a heavy gaze.

Beel is sitting in front of you on the floor, between your spread legs, with you sitting on the edge of your bed. You've now guided him through an entire meal, and are midway through dessert. Beel's been eating quickly, on par with how he usually does, so you've been trying to feed him slowly to counter it.

"Please," Beel mumbles softly when you make him wait more than a minute. He tugs on the side of your pants nervously. You smile, and grab another pastry. Before you even have to instruct him again, Beel is opening his mouth. You press the food onto his soft pink tongue, and keep your fingers there. He catches on after a moment, and wraps his lips around your fingers. You let him hold you in his mouth for a second, then slip your fingers out so he can chew and swallow the food he so desperately wants.

Slow as molasses you place treat after treat into his mouth. Your fingers are sticky with sugar and Beel's spit by the time you're out of food.

He's not done yet, you think giddily. There's still some water left that he hasn't finished. Taking a hold of the glass, you bring it to Beel's mouth. He obediently opens his mouth to drink, pressing his thighs together tightly and squirming just a bit. His fingers play with the hem of his skirt as he excitedly gulps down the rest of his water.

Glancing down, you see that Beel's skirt is now sporting a large tent in the front, lifting the fabric and further exposing the skin of his thighs.

"Good girl," you praise as you set down the now empty glass on your bedside table. Beel licks his wet lips, catching any trace of leftover water.

"I haveta pee," he tells you softly, fidgeting and bouncing around. This was the plan all along, but hearing him say it makes heat rush to your loins.

"Can you hold it for me, pretty girl, just for a little bit?" you ask, though both you and Beel know that it's more of a demand than a request. "Go get my cock then come here," you say, and Beel scrambles from his position on the floor, rushing to where you keep your strap.

He brings it back, and shifts from foot to foot as he watches you take off your pants and slip into your harness. Once you have it on comfortably, you sit back down on the edge of the bed, and pat your lap.

Beel practically falls into you, settling his massive thighs on either side of you. "Shirt off?" you ask, tugging on it. Beel practically rips it off, showing off his pretty red, lacy bra, that covers his full chest. He chews on his lip as you reach out to touch his stomach.

"Do you feel full?"

"Um, a little bit," he responds honestly, "I could probably eat more," you laugh at that.

"I'm sure you could darling," you press harder against his slightly bloated skin, and plan to make more food for him next time. You'd hoped he would have felt more full, but watching him devour the meal you'd prepared, moaning, while sucking and licking your fingers, was enough to satisfy your desire to stuff him.

"Ungh," Beel grunts, as your hand presses down on his bladder while you feel up his stomach. You note his reaction and continuing to massage his belly, teasing his bladder just enough to get him on edge. Sooner than later Beel is breathing heavier, scrunching his eyes shut tight, trying his best to squeeze his legs together, trying so hard not to piss himself without permission.

It's safe to say watching him get like this has made you nearly uncomfortably wet. You lose yourself watching him, feeling his body tense and tremble under your hands. The sound of Beel gasping your name snaps you out of your lustful haze.

"I'm sorry, I have to pee so bad mommy, I can't hold it, I can't-" he rushes, like he's been wanting to say this all along but has been holding it in. Before you can get a word out, Beel gasps and his purple eyes shoot down to look at his crotch. You get a single second to see a small wet spot forming at the front of his skirt before Beel's hands cover it as he presses his hand against his cock to stop his stream.

He whines and whimpers like a dog, giving you his biggest, most desperate puppy dog eyes. You break easily.

"Aw sweet girl, you've gotta pee so bad huh?" he nods at your words, his eyes becoming wet with tears. You pull down the waistband of his skirt, which has been tight against his full stomach and bladder, and smile at Beel's sigh of relief. It's a bit of a struggle but you manage to help him out of it while still keeping him on your lap.

Beel is properly squirming now, from both desperation and excitement. Gently, you remove his hand from where it's been pressed against his cock. The sight you're met with is the outline of Beel's fat, hard cock, straining against his wet- and no doubt sticky- bright red lacy panties.

"Oh baby," you coo, breathless at the sight of him. His cock twitches visibly under your gaze, and you can feel his thighs flexing where they rest on either side of your waist.

"Mama," he whines softly, prompting you to peel back his underwear next, letting his cock spring free against his stomach. A bit of pee leaks out, but with a sharp breath, Beel stops the flow, waiting oh so obediently for your permission. Hastily you pull his panties down under his balls keeping your view to his cock unobstructed.

"Okay baby girl," you give his cock a single stroke and Beel's whole body shudders. "C'mon, let go for me."

Beel clings to you, and for a moment you two just hold one another, before he finally wets himself.

"There you go darling," you hum, watching as Beelzebub moans and pants, wetting his abdomen, and your laps. The sight of him, and the warmth of his piss sinking into your clothes, makes heat burn under your skin; it's nearly unbearable. You sink your fingers in his plush thighs, rutting your hips up into him, your tdick aching.

Desperately, you want to touch yourself, but you want to touch Beel even more. You run your fingers through his stream, and his breath catches in his throat, his hips jutting upwards and causing his piss to make an even worse mess.You bring your messy fingers to his mouth, and Beel accepts them happily, sucking and moaning at the flavor.

His stream dies down- it ends too fast in your opinion- and Beel already looks fucked dumb.

You pull your fingers from Beel's mouth, a trail of his saliva connecting your fingers to his puffy lips. Beel keeps his mouth open, his eyes wide and pupils blown.

You bring your spit slicked fingers around his back, and rub them against his hole. Beel knocks his head into your shoulder,

"Mommy please," he whimpers, drooling against your shoulder. Keeping him sedated with your fingers playing with his entrance, you busy your other hand with reaching for the lube. When you pull your hand from between his cheeks, Beel whines, clinging to you tighter.

"Patience, princess," you remind him as you lube up your fingers. Beel nods his head, and goes pliant in your lap, letting you stretch him open for your cock.

Looking down you can see his cock weeping precum. He's so close already, and you can't wait to bring him over.

"Up," you say, your voice heady with lust as you pull your fingers from him again. Excitedly, Beel lifts himself up, and hovers over the head of your strap. You grip your dick, and line it up with his hole.

"Go on," you barely get the words out before Beel is sliding down, his mouth open as it rubs against all the right places, and fills him so nicely.

All it takes is one thrust. Beel, ever the eager bottom, lifts his thighs to ride you, and slides himself back down. You jerk your hips up as he does, and his prostate dead on .

Much to your surprise— though really you should have expected it— the sensation makes him cum without warning, and untouched.

"Good girl, cum for me baby, fuck," you groan as he rocks himself against your strap. You work him through it, thrusting your hips up and hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves with your cock until he's pawing at you and whining. You kiss his broad shoulder,

"Thank you mommy," he mumbles as he comes down from his high.

"You're welcome sweetheart," you hum, "now, you wanna get me off pretty girl?"

You can feel Beel lick his lips, then pull his head away from your shoulder, "Yes please mama."

#sub beelzebub #sub obey me #stuffing #p/iss #cw mommy kink #spice #yeah yeah ik some of u are thinking dont eat in bed. whatever. beel would approve.

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spacexseven · 2 years

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aw man thats such a shame the ask didnt go through. in that case, is it ok if i resend it in this ask? though i dont remember exactly what i wrote D:

it was about yandere sea monster akutagawa begrudgingly shoving jewelry or something else of value he found in the sea into darlings hands, while hes secretly trying to savor the moment, feel darlings soft skin against his own etc :v

then theres the meek merman sigma who is too cautious to actually approach darling so he is stuck watching from afar

and then merman nikolai whos a little shit and probably makes darling fall into the water for shit and giggles. has no idea how to show affection and thinks "gentle" bullying is the way to go. in general he just loves to scare darling and sees nothing wrong with it

i just wanted to hear your thoughts/additions to it if thats alright with you ^^

have a nice day <3

alrighttt hello! very sorry i was a bit busy with school related stuff but i'm finally able to get to your ask :>

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, stalking, theft, nikolai (he's unhinged and needs his own warning)

akutagawa is always on the hunt for something to gift darling! since he's far too shy to actually talk to them, this is one of the only things he van actually do. at first he sticks to leaving things for them at a spot where he knows they'll see, like if they live near the water he might leave it nearby so they would know it's for them, and continue doing that for a while until either darling decides to wait at the spot to see who was leaving these little trinkets or he decides it's time to introduce himself. once it comes to a point where he can openly hand it over to them, he does so awkwardly slow just to be able to hold your hand for a little while, brush over your fingers, which were nothing like his. honestly it makes darling a little bit uncomfortable. it'll probably take a much longer time for him to open up to you more than this though (and at this stage i wouldn't say he's like full blown obsessed yet)

MERMAN SIGMA IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA OMG hes so cute i want to squish him anyways he's super super shy but more so if he's less merman and more sea creature (like dazai lol) because he's self conscious about his appearance knowing he looks nothing like darling's human companions and the thought that they might find him scary or unappealing torments him every day. obviously he can't help the way he looks, but he still yearns for their attention and affection. what he can do is watch darling for hours on end, hoping his observations would pay off in a situation where they might need his help, after dropping something into the waters, perhaps. because of how shy he is, it'a likely he would 'team up' with another mer (im eyeing nikolai maybe?) to get darling.

nikolai...is 100% more chaotic as a mer. unlike most of the rest he's the one to actually approach darling on his own, befriending them after convincing them he means no harm. he still roughs darling up a little, not afraid to tackle them or crush them into him when they get in the water. he would frighten them just to see them jump and push them into the water, pocketing their things just to keep as a souvenir when they're distracted trying to climb back to shore. he, like dazai, makes a lot of comments about dragging darling down to the bottom of the ocean, keeping them with him forever, etc. but if darling asks if him if he's serious, there won't be a response. he's unfiltered, but even he knows he should still hold back a little so he won't completely throw darling off.

#nikolai i want to cuddle w u 🤞#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟#mer au 🐟#yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #sigma 🐟#nikolai 🐟#akutagawa 🐟

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ohabigailhowcouldyou · 10 months

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Written in The Stars(igns)... ~pt 3

He was tipsy, not drunk. Honestly. The fact that the entire world seemed to be in soft focus was purely because he'd just had his first real shower in a week and was looking forward to sleeping in an actual bed, instead of wedged uncomfortably in the back of a van. That was it. He hadn't had that much to drink. Just some bourbon, that's all. And a few sips of whatever Ryan had been drinking, that had burned like acid down his throat. Not that much at all. Just enough to be tipsy, not drunk.

He walked (he did not stumble) out of the hotel's bathroom, weaving his way toward the nearest bed, wearing only boxers, rubbing a towel through his dripping hair. He sat down on the lumpy mattress that protested his slight weight with a squeak.

A second too late, he realized the lump and squeak were not the mattress after all, as a startled Chris jerked upright, eyes huge in his make-up-less face, blanket falling away from his bare chest.

"Oh shit!" Ricky instinctively scooted away, and would have toppled off the bed entirely if Chris hadn't grabbed his forearm and tugged. Instead, he fell forward against the taller man, his momentum carrying them both down onto the bed.

For a moment, there was only warmth and skin and the feeling of Chris' heart beating against his own chest, like it belonged right there next to his. Then one of them giggled, followed by the other, followed by Chris' teasing voice rumbling against his ear where it was pressed against the side of his tattooed neck.

"You're the clumsiest drunk I've ever met."

"Not drunk," Ricky protested, a weak punch landing against Chris' shoulder. He didn't even try to deny the clumsy allegations. He'd fallen off the stage more times than anyone else in the band, and would probably continue to hold that record for as long as they played shows.

"Right..." Chris drew out the word, and Ricky couldn't see his face, but he knew there would be a raised eyebrow accompanying the comment.

"I'm not!" He tried to push up into a sitting position, wanting to prove his sobriety, and only managed to get his hand tangled in the damp towel and faceplant against Chris' chest. Again.

More laughter, like the tremors preceding an earthquake, and Ricky decided he didn't mind Chris laughing at him all that much.

Nor did he mind the long fingers combing damp, black locks of hair away from his face.

"Y'know," Chris began, but Ricky interrupted him.

"If you're gonna give me the straightedge speech, I will stab you."

"I'm terrified," Chris said drily, one large hand fitting over Ricky's mouth to stifle his retort. "But what I was going to say, is that this kind of reminds me of that first winter after you moved to PA. When the heating went out."

Ricky felt his cheeks heat up against Chris' fingertips. How could he forget Chris crawling into his bed, shivering, at two in the morning? They cuddled for warmth every night for over a week, until they'd gotten the heating sorted out. Neither of them talked about it afterwards, even though it lived in Ricky's memory like a technicolor fantasy made real.

"Do you even remember that?" The question was asked in a tone of voice he hadn't heard from Chris before, and he craned his neck back to look at the other man, Chris' hand dropping from over his mouth to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Chris was biting down on his pierced lip, eyes not quite meeting Ricky's.

"Of course I remember," he answered, then to bring some levity back, "my memory isn't that shitty. Yet."

For a second, they looked at each other, and all the time that had passed since that winter seemed to collapse into a black hole between them, its gravity irresistibly drawing them together.

The kiss was hesitant at first, the metal of lip rings like spots of ice quickly heated by their shared breaths.

Chris' fingers knotted in Ricky's still-damp hair, using it for leverage to adjust their positions and deepen the kiss until he could savor the faint aftertaste of whatever liquor Ricky had been drinking earlier.

Drunk by proxy, Chris thought, his head spinning and heart racing and skin on fire where Ricky was pressed against him.

They both knew this was a mistake, but unfortunately for both of them, it was one neither of them was willing to resist making.

#astrology #band fanfiction #chris motionless #miw #miw astrology thing #miw band #miw fanfic #miw fic #motionless in white #motionless in white fic #ricky horror #ricky olson #band rpf #band fic #motionless in white fanfiction #fanfic #bandom #rpf

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hellhound5925 · 10 months

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Pabu Pt. 2

After dinner, Omega and Lyana head down to her boat to watch the sunset. Wrecker I'm pretty sure is in a food coma, at his place at the table. Tech types away on his datapad and Phee watches. I get up and head over to the edge and look down at the village below. Out at one of the docks a boat - probably Omega and Lyana - is going out to the ocean. Crossing my arms over my chest I take a deep breath savoring the view. I can honestly say I've never seen anything like this...Mandalore certainly did not have oceans like this... I instinctively grab my necklace. A familiar scent is carried on the breeze past me and I can feel the warmth radiating of his body behind me. I take another deep breath, basking in his scent - He lets out a soft chuckle behind me. "You know I don't need genetically modified senses to know it's you, Hunter." Two arms wrap around my center and we stand there like that silently, looking out into the horizon.

Phee jumps up from the table to join us "It's almost time." I hear Tech stop typing on his datapad "For what?" He asks. "See for yourself." He joins her over at the edge near Hunter and I, and looks around "I am not seeing anything." "Just wait. It'll be worth it." The sun had set enough that now it is almost dark. Suddenly the lights come on throughout the entire village - it’s like the stars fell from space and litter surface of this planet. I pull away from Hunter to look further down over the edge. "Pretty spectacular, right?" I'm completely speechless. "I suppose that is one way to quantify it" Tech tells her. I glance over at them and smirk to myself - I know Phee has a thing for him but I'd almost bet Tech has no idea. Glancing back, Hunter is looking at me. Not the scenery, me. I reach a hand back which he takes and pull him to the edge to look over. He looks over my shoulder and whispers "Ge sa mesh'la sa gar" his voice deep and husky. Almost as beautiful as you. Leaning into him I shut my eyes and for a moment. "You know—" he starts and I turn to face him, sitting on the edge of the stone wall. "—even though working for Cid has not been all that great...If it weren't for that...I never would have met you." Heat creeps up my face and I can't help but smile. "Hunter you guys have given me a new purpose...you have given me a new purpose...and I don't know if I can ever repay you for that." There's a spark of something behind his eyes that looks hungry. Hungry for me.

Shep speaks up, "I supposed we should show our new guests to where they will be staying!" Hunter doesn't takes his eyes off me as I hop off the wall and head over toward Wrecker and Shep, "That sounds good to me." "Alrighty then! Right this way!" The four of us follow Shep down a walk way - still on the upper level. He stops in front of an outdoor covered common area that is shared by 5 little huts. The four of us are unsure of what to do in this moment and we all stand there. Shep gestures to the huts "One for each of you. I figured this made the most sense after you spent all your time on a ship together." Wrecker is the first one to move "We each get one to ourself?" "Of course!" Shep says like it's so obvious. Wrecker heads inside the one on the far left. Hunter turns to Shep and shakes his hand "Thank you Shep. This is very generous." "It's no problem at all! I'm just glad we could help! I'll leave you guys to settle in." With that the heads back to his home. Tech heads into the hut next to Wrecker's, Hunter and I both just stand there. "I can share with Omega when Echo comes back. He will need somewhere to stay too." He doesn't argue and I figure it's probably because for once he can get away from all the noise. Wrecker and Tech come back out. "You guys have to see the inside! We even get our own bathroom!" "No offense Wrecker, but I am happy to not have to share with you for once." I can't help but snort a laugh at Tech's comment. Hunter just shakes his head. "I'm going to grab my things from the Marauder, anyone else need anything?" I ask, looking between each of the guys. Tech types on his datapad "I'll be up in a few. There is a couple things I would like to do first." I nod and head out "I'll come with you." Hunter offers and I nod my thanks.

We head up to the Marauder and collect our things - including Omegas - before heading back down. We pass Tech and Wrecker on their way up. When we get back to our colony of huts, I stop in the center. "What is it?" Hunter asks, confusion plastered on his face. "I think we should put Omega between us, just in case..." he quirks a brow at me. Now I'm confused, "What?" I ask him. "Now who's being paranoid" he teases. "Hunter...I'm not being paranoid. It's being practical" I put my hands on my hips, sassing him. He smirks and sighs "Fine." He puts her belongings in her hut before heading to his. He hesitates by the door before setting his things down and making his way over to me with determination on his face. I stop before entering my hut wondering what he's doing. Without a word he grabs my face and kisses me, dropping my things I wrap my arms around his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair. "Ugh can you do that somewhere else?" Wrecker complains. I break the kiss but Hunter doesn't let me go, he gives his vod (brother) a look. Tech with out looking up from his datapad or missing a beat says "you might want to get used to it Wrecker" before heading in his hut. I chuckle and Hunter turns his attention back to me - looking me in the eyes - "I'm going to wait for Omega." "Goodnight Hunter" I say before hissing his cheek. "Goodnight Mesh'la (Beautiful)" He grins like a little boy and I head inside.

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I had planned to sleep, I really did...it was almost like it was too quiet though. Getting up, I decide to give my armor a good once over and clean my weapons. All of that only takes me a few hours and I try to lay back down. The silence is defending...I guess after sleeping on the Marauder, being in Cid's bar, or being under fire all the time is taking it's toll. Sighing I get up and decide I might go for a walk. Grabbing my jacket and throwing it on, I fling my door open and am met with Hunter's back as he walks away "Hunter?" He spins around "Sorry I didn't want to bother you. I wasn't sure if you were sleeping." "I'm not, what's up?" I exit my hut, closing the door behind me. He doesn't say anything for a moment but just stares at me, heading over and sitting on the couch I pat the spot next to me. He comes over and sits down, under the moonlight he looks exhausted. "What's the matter?" I try asking again. He sighs "It's too quiet...when it's too quiet my other senses seem to work harder and with all the new smells and movements...I can't sleep..." he looks down at his hands. Leaning over I put a hand on his cheek and turn his face so he's looking at me. "Then focus on me..." He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch, and inhales deeply. After a moment his eye brow twitches which tells me it's not working. I throw my legs over his lap and lay down. He looks over at me and quirks a brow. Reaching for his arm, I pull him so he gets the hint "come here." He lays his head on my chest with his ear over my heart. Wrapping my arms around him, I start to play with his hair like we've done this a thousand times. He hums in satisfaction, "If I knew you were going to do this, I would have knocked sooner." I let out a soft chuckle and roll my eyes. "Lyana and Omega are going back out on the boat in the morning" he continues. Pressing my lips to his head I breathe in his scent. "I'm glad she's making friends. She should be a kid for once." He hums his agreement. "You know I was thinking, about what Phee said about preserving cultures for these people who lost everything....Omega....she wants to know so much about Mandalore....I want to teach her....I mean you’re Jango's clones....Mandalorian blood....If you're okay with that?" "I mean if that's what she wants, yeah. You don't have to ask me, she's her own person." "I know but...she looks up to you and I wouldn't do it if it wasn't something you weren't okay with." He picks his head up and looks me in the eye "I want Omega to have the choice to be a kid and do what she wants without fighting for her life." Smiling, I nod in agreement. He looks over at the patch on the bicep of my jacket - which is...no...was...his bandana - and runs his thumb over it. "Not gunna lie, when she did that I thought you were going to be pissed." He chuckles "Actually I thought it was fitting." "Like in a marking your territory kind of way?" I tease. "It worked didn't it?" I smack his arm gently. He laughs and lays his head back down on my chest.

We talk and laugh for a while, and I can tell he is relaxing more. Not too much longer after that, he grows quiet and his breathing becomes slow and shallow - he must be asleep. I lay there awake for a little while longer, listening to the birds, waves, and the moon-yos chattering. I feel bad for him...having heightened senses definitely has it's perks...but, I can't imagine feeling what I do ten fold....or having my other senses working overtime...he takes care of all of us all the time...his turn to be cared for...it's the least I can do after all he's given me...

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"Were they out here all night?" Omega asks. "How should I know?" Wrecker responds. Tech sighs "If you guys talk any louder, you are going to wake them up." My eyes flicker open and Hunter grunts "too late." He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and I pull my legs off his lap. "Were you guys out here all night?" Omega eyes us curiously. I sit up and sigh, "Not all night....just about half of it...." "Oh...Lyana and Shep brought some fruit. Want some?" She continues. I shake my head "I gotta wake up first, I'll be back." Glancing over at Hunter, I notice he doesn't look as exhausted as he did last night. I smile at him, place a kiss on his cheek, and head to my hut for a shower. After, I take sometime to mess around with my armor so I don't have to wear such heavy layers. Forgoing my flight suit, I secure my armor pieces to my black pants, shirt, and my jacket - careful not to cover the patch. Mhm not bad.....if I didn't want to wear my full kit this definitely works...

When I come out, Omega is gone, Tech is typing on his datapad with Phee looking over his shoulder, Wrecker is eating - shocker - and Hunter is talking to Shep. He gives me a once over with his eyes - must be he likes what he sees. He whips around suddenly and looks over the edge. I head over to him, "Hunter, what is it?" "Something's coming." Is all he says, my heart beings to race in anticipation. The animals down below seem to be running in different directions in preparation. The whole island begins to rumble and shake. As quickly as it came on, it stops. "What was that?" I whip around asking Shep. "Uh, small tremor. It's nothing to worry about. Part of island life" he doesn't seem concerned but Hunter is stiffer than durasteel which makes me concerned. Hunter opens the comm "Omega, come in. Are you two okay?" "We're fine. We're headed back to shore now." "I don't think it's over yet" just as Hunter finishes the rubbling starts again. Citizens down below start to panic and run. Belongings are clattering. We crouch along the rock wall along the edge of the walk way until it stops. "That was not a small tremor" He almost scolds Shep. Tech shakes his head, "No, it was not. Hunter, I believe this island is at risk for a significant sea surge." My stomach drops at the thought of Omega still down below. "How much risk?" "Highly probable to imminent." Shep looks confused "We haven't had a sea surge in more than three decades. If we were at risk, the early warning system would've activated."

As if on cue the alarm starts blaring. "I don't like the sound of that" Wrecker complains. Another tremor starts. Shep hands Tech a pair of binoculars, "The water has already begun receding. We must evacuate all of Lower Pabu" he informs us. I stand up and grabbing on to the edge, look down trying to calculate my next move - the wall is slanted from here...it's quite a drop but I could slide down...thank Maker I decided to put some of my armor on... "What are you thinking?" Hunter asks seeing me look over. "Lyana and Omega, they're—" before Hunter gets his answer or Shep can even finish I throw myself over the edge and slide down the stone. As I reach the bottom, I push off the stone and land on the roof top of one of the buildings. From there, I run across them until I reach the edge of the village. Racing out to the waters edge - it's receding so fast - I can almost run out to where they are. The comms on my vambrace go off "Hunter...Raven, we're in trouble...There's a giant wave coming, and we're too far out. What do we do?" She sounds really scared. "Keep you locator on, and head towards the shore" he tells her. "I'm on my way Omega, I'll meet you. Hunter, get to the Marauder and get down here!" "Already on it."

When I catch up with Omega and Lyana - we’re quite a ways out from shore. "That wave is moving quick! Come on!" I yell and both girls race a head of me. Lyanna trips and I grab her by her shirt to get her back on balance. My comm chimes again "Omega, Raven, I've reached the ship. Hold tight!" Lyana looks back "The water's moving too fast!" "Don't stop running whatever you do!" I tell her. "Up there!" The Marauder comes into view. "I see you, grab the line." Both girls jump up onto the line. I aim my right vambrace at the ramp, shooting my rappelling line. Waiting until I see both girls making their way up, and I jump and grab it "We're on go!" Hunter flys us back over to the top of the island. All we can do is watch the water engulf the lower village before returning back to the ocean…

The four of us head down the ramp, my legs are ready to give out from sprinting all that way. Me and the girls make our way over to the tree and plop down underneath it in silence. Omega curls up next to me with her head in my lap. I gently run a hand through her hair and notice shes shivering - from fear or exhaustion Maker knows. Hunter watches with a solemn expression. Shep waves him and the others over. I watch and they seem to be deep in conversation. Lyana is shaking out of the corner of my eye and I wave her over, she too curls up and rests her head in my lap with Omega's. Hunter and Shep glance over at us and a warm smile creeps across their faces. Shep whispers something to Hunter with a mischievous look - Maker this is where I wish I had enhance senses...what did he say? I give Hunter a quizzical look and he just smirks.

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bitchkay · 2 years

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I'm loving the NSFW headcanons... do you have any for Aquia?

I didn't before but I do now😎

When I saw this ask I actually got so excited cus I get to write for Aquia☺️❤

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

A gentleman through and through☺️💞

I love him so much❤

He'd treat you so well☺️

Genuinely cares for your well being

Is in awe with your body

Probably looks a moment longer than he should

he thinks you're absolutely beautiful

Just wants to hold you close and make love to your body as he pleases♡

Very delicate with the way he touches you

Trails his fingers over all the peaks and valleys of your body committing every detail to memory

There's something so unmistakably sexy about the way he looks up at you as his touches tread downwards.

"Is this alright?"

Never ever wants to make you feel unloved or used, he'd never forgive himself if that were the case

Aquia is just a very clement soul(The Clement Prince♡) and I love him so much❤

Aquia would be such an attentive lover

Like he really listens to you, and what you want, what you like, he really gets to know your body

He likes hearing/watching you enjoy yourself

He likes the feeling of being needed by someone so he'll indulge you as much as you want.

He likes being the one to make you feel good

He likes touching you

His hands are never not on you

He'll usually settle for your hips but he'll frequently find himself cupping your ass or kneading your breasts

Aquias favorite part of foreplay is taking off your clothes

He loves just peeling away the layers of fabric covering your skin

Blemishing you with his kisses

You'll always end up naked first

He just wants to look at you for a moment♡

And don't you dare get embarrassed, not with him

"Hey, don't hide… mesmerizing you are~"

Makes up for his lack of confidence with pure adoration and eagerness to please

Can't take his eyes off you when you touch him

Feels his body heat up as your hands meet his chest

Let's you do whatever you want to him

Isn't surprised when he ends up being the one covered in hickeys

Returns the favor tho

"Let me mark you too."

I think Aquia has very soft but manly hands

It sends a shiver down your spine when he grabs your thighs, spreading your legs

He kisses your stomach trailing kisses down to your inner thighs

And man does he savor you

He loves tasting you, you're probably the sweetest treat he's ever had

He loves when you pull away his bangs when he goes down on you

He just looks up at you like 🥺

He loves when you run your hands through his hair in general

Tug it, flatten it, tuck it behind his ear, flip away his bangs, please play with this mans hair

Aquia has a bigger dick than Guy- LMFAOO--

imagine having a bigger dick than your elder brother

Aquia has an amazing 7 inches of pure meat👅 and can use it well😤😤

he likes when you ride him cus he can paw at you as he pleases but honestly prefers hovering over you in missionary so he can watch your expression twist in delight and he feels more in control

So much praise from this one

He can't help it

He thinks you look so damn pretty♡

"You�� you're so cute like this mmh"

He can't get enough of the sight of him inside you

He's trying so hard to focus on you right now but he can't tear his eyes away from where you're connected

You take him so well♡

If he could seer the image of you stretched out on his cock to the back of his eyelids, he would

He nearly groans as he sees your clit twitch under his gaze

Moves slowly to see how you flutter around his cock so deliciously

He think he's in heaven

You may have to snap him out of it

When you ride him he just has his arms wrapped around you or your ass as he kisses you so sweetly

Sometimes he'll take you in doggy style but leans over you to be flush with your back, kisses your shoulders and shit

"Hah… this is bliss."

Aquia loves kissing you during sex, it feels very intimate

He wants to be connected in every way

Sometimes it's sloppy, sometimes it's sensual, sometimes it's needy, but you fucking either way

Aquia would love the fuck outta you imma cry😥💞

If yall couldn't already tell I love Aquia, I am completely taken with him❤

This made me wanna write hcs for more characters so by all means👁👁 ask box is still open I'm gonna write some for Zev brb

#aquia avari #court of darkness #headcanons #tw smut #voltage inc #smut #18+ minors dni #Kay answers

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0itmelex0 · 3 years

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like... lOOK at them! far from home ivan is best ivan.

#0itmelex0: l e x speaks some random shit #0itmelex0: my writing #i'm honestly just probably savoring these soft moments #because after winter fete...#the corporalki husbands will not have anymore angst free happy moments...#oc: galen kaminsky turgenev #galen: writing #ot3: corporalki husbands

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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years

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One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

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Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

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You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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soliavenne · 3 years

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Gaara reacting to his S/O wearing a lingerie

- Genre: Horny-ish Gaara hours. You're probably just visiting your friend in horny jail with this one. 😝

- Word count:

- Format: Bulleted headcanons

Ah, it's been awhile! I suddenly got into the mood to write something and among the asks I have in my inbox, @rollercoasterofdicks and @anniarchy 's asks regarding lingerie are the first ones I was in the mood to write about. (:

I hope you enjoy!

Warning: R-18+ content below the cut!

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• Gaara honestly doesn't impose a lot of expectations from you as his significant other, sexy-times wise. His mind is too pre-occupied with a lot of office-work related stuff that the man is just finally happy and content to get away from all of it as he comes home to a house that isn't cold and empty. To have a safe, welcoming space with home-cooked meals and a warm bed to rest on had already moved past his expectations to begin with.

• You could be wearing anything, and he'd still be down for it as long as both of you are in the mood. The visual appeal of his beloved's body might always be a treat, but to Gaara, it's the comforting warmth and the familiar scent of your skin that he finds really enticing. You two could just be cuddling innocently- exhausted giggles and whispered rants, the vibration of your back as you laugh against his chest while he's hugging you from behind... then he pulls you closer towards him, a soft purr of his husky voice as he asks you gently if the two of you could do it.

• "I want you..."

• Settling it once and for all in this house, no amount of ugly-patterned matching pajamas could ever stop Gaara from being in the mood to make love to his significant other. You think the fabric you are wearing at such moment would faze this man if he is horny? Not at all!

• But, that doesn't mean he is not open to such surprises involving a sexy lingerie. You just gotta' plant the idea of it bit by bit into his mind so he at least forms the outline of such racy thoughts. I guess you could say he does have a thing for a buildup of some sort, a stimulating thought process that will leave him in anticipation for the climax of your agenda.

• Why not start with a sneaky slip dress that'll make Gaara feel a little guilty for having his thoughts cross the horny boundary?

• You haven't worn such thing before, and he's not outwardly denying the brewing curiosity. Your chosen garment was at the perfect spot where you have him tiptoeing regarding two thoughts- are you simply just trying a fresh pace for sleeping clothes? Or are you implying something?

• Who was he kidding? Obviously this is not for him. This was nothing but an appropriate sleeping garment. Not everything is about him! Just because he's your husband, doesn't mean he get to spoil himself with such ideas. Right?

• Right?

• Gaara's denial would waver as you tease him innocently by pressing your backside against his crotch while the two of you are spooning together for the night.

• The man is honestly overthinking it too much to even get the clear signal in your first try, but he's trying his best.

• If only he could've have the guts to press his hard-on against your tailbone as he traces your exposed thigh with the palm of his hand...

• It wasn't a failed mission though, because you have just started some very flustering imageries in his thoughts starting from that night on, and it's only bound to get better.

• You'd find yourself wondering what type of lingerie is he into, and you've been tempted more than once to flat out ask him about it. Not wanting to ruin the slow-burn of a surprise that you knew he was aware of but just chooses to deny it, you swallowed back your inquiries.

• You did notice that his gaze was already unsteady in that small stunt you pulled with that pale grey slip the other night, so maybe start with something with softer appeal? Something just appropriately playful and teasing?

• This was a ploy to bring Gaara down to his knees, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying it as much personally. The confidence it brings as you admire yourself in the mirror was already satisfying to begin with, but to Gaara's reaction just swells up your the pride down to the very brim.

• Pale pink, soft beige, good old neutral colors of white, grey and brown where you can't go wrong. Maybe a burnt sienna to hit the perfect spot? Laces, intricate patterns, garter belts. There was a lot to choose from that you'd find yourself having fun in shopping for the next item to torture him with.

• Torture? Why so?

• Because you softly deny his advances.

• "Ahh... I'm kind of tired, Gaara."

• How unfair could you more be?

• You literally just fucking moaned your denial while your supple thighs being snugly hugged by a sheer stockings rubbed against the crotch of his pajamas.

• You're beyond cruel, really.

• But Gaara is a good sport, and by now, he was more than willing to edge himself for you.

• Do the final show on the weekend, please. That's the tiniest hint of demand from Gaara's behalf. If you were finally going to pull him by the collar of his blouse and bring an end to this week-long tease of yours that has been causing some distractions in his work recently, you have to at least let him savor it.

• If you debut the climax with an intricate piece of a lingerie in his favorite color, he will be at your mercy.

• Gaara is a body-worshipper by default, so if you chose to wear a lingerie to increase his already innate desire to adore and praise every inch of your body, he's more than eager to deliver.

• The lingerie stays on during foreplay. Yes, the straps of your bra would be loosened and fall down the curve of your shoulders- maybe he'd sway the pads to the side a little so he could play and suckle on the hardening nub beneath it, but you will stay partially clothed. He was going to make sure that every cent of money you have poured into such a beautifully-hugging, intimate piece of clothing would be worth it. Gaara is going to admire you in it as long as possible.

• Oh? The lingerie is a little constricting? You want to spread your legs a little wider? Maybe you'd like it he fondled your actual mounds rather than having it be massaged under the pads of your bras?

• "...But you look so beautiful in your lingerie, my love."

• Yeah, needless to say this man is taking his chance right now to bite back. With the faked tone of sympathy that you just realized as you the corner of his lips almost formed a soft smirk, you knew that what he meant to say was...

• "The lingerie stays on and you're going to take everything I'm going to do just like that."

• Sadly, though... he's going to have to remove your underwear.

• Sadly though for him. You on the other hand...

• Well, if you're kind enough to pair it up next time with crotchless panties, Gaara would simply just lose his fucking mind.

• Maybe that's what you wanted in the first place though?

• Now, now. Quit spacing out and thinking about the next opportunity of messing him up.

• Should you be really worrying about such right now when you already came so much and he still hasn't even removed his own clothes yet?

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#gaara #gaara x reader #gaara smut #sabaku no gaara #gaara of the sand

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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*chanting* MAMA INITIATING IT MAMA INITIATING IT MAMA INITIATING IT MAMA INITIATING IT

like i love to imagine how childe is just so startled when she pecks him on the lips.

of course she wouldn't do it in front of the kids just yet, deep down she still knows that its fucked up but him any that fake farui therapist have been hammering it into her head for so long that she starts to get delusional and compliant

YESSSS I'm not usually one for consensual stuff but I do have a major soft spot for mindbreak/Stockholm induced consent. She catches herself watching him while she lays in bed. I feel like given his activeness he's fairly athletic in terms of energy and probably stretches, maybe works out slightly in the morning there in their room... She finds herself looking not so respectfully 👀

But at first finds herself justifying it -- I mean, all mothers think their boys are handsome right? It would be weird if she didn't. It's not... Like that. Sure he has a really toned body and... Arm muscles that she can feel when he's holding onto her... And... A really big dick but... But!!! It's not bad to acknowledge those things, no. It doesn't mean anything.

Just. Poor thing freezes up honestly. So confused and shocked, convinced he's just dreaming or something. Just sits there for a moment with your mouth pressed to his. Processing. Once he does react it's very sudden and intense, just kinda pounces on mama and gets her to bed immediately... But can you blame him? Of course he's excited!!

I've also had this idea for a while so consider... Very drunk mama REALLY initiating it... Drunk mama that has lost any and all inhibition, probably was given some alcohol for a headache or something and gets carried away (I mean in her position who wouldn't want to drown their problems for a while)... Childe comes back to the room to see her swaying and mumbling and she?? Latches onto him? Starts moaning and grinding against him, maybe even grabs his dick and boy is just ascending to another plane of existence he's so happy. She really lets go, shows how she really feels, tugging his clothes off and moaning shamelessly, wrapping her legs around his waist and fucking back to meet each movement and telling him how good he feels and how much she loves him. Of course he's going to savor every moment... And make sure to tell her in detail how good she behaved for him the next morning, how now he knows how she is when she lets go... Now the goal is to get her to that state when she's sober <3

Also Fatui resident therapist finally getting the pay raise he deserves, we love to see it, man has been through so much with having to deal with the harbingers and their fucking sex slaves all the time

#lena's asks #q #tw: incest #.momcon

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years

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Adult Fun

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Requested by @theweasleytwinsgirl: hi love, can i request a fred fic in which it is quarantine then reader and fred try do it but their baby keeps on crying, thanks love!

Warnings: smut in case you haven't figured this out, pouty Freddie is adorable af

A/N: My god, I actually loved this request a lot! And I really enjoyed writing it lmao

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Having a child with Fred was a blessing. The war was merciful enough to let you leave unharmed and years later you were lucky enough to have a baby of your own as you had dreamed for such long time.

Fred was an incredible father, no doubt, he was extremely caring and loving, showing a much softer side to your kid; one you'd never guess he had. But with the responsibility of raising a child came very limited time for you and Fred to relax, and it was understandable to say that your husband had become unusually moody over the past year since your baby was born.

Fred truly loved being a parent, but he really missed those passionate, intimate moments he used to share with you as his wife. He missed having your body trembling beneath him, he missed the feeling of your heated skin moving against his.

His need for you was growing stronger overtime and it had become terribly obvious when he started to walk around your house shirtless more often, pants hanging a little lower and hair messier than usual. But you couldn't really blame him; you'd been craving some adult time with your lover just as much as he did.

When quarantine struck, you handled it surprisingly well.

It was unpleasant to not be able to meet your loved ones for awhile, but at least you and Fred had more time to spend with each other. That's when his touches became lingering, more urgent and even slightly rough. Gentle caresses of your thighs and hips would turn into squeezing the soft flesh and chaste kisses would end with his tongue between your lips.

You hated to admit that the lack of intimacy was taking a toll on you as well. And unfortunately, baby naps weren't of enough time for you to catch up with what you both desperately wanted.

And that's why you tried very hard to keep yourselves busy while being stuck at home with your baby asleep upstairs.

Dozens of movies, TV shows, board games and even some poor cooking attempts which ended in a disaster, did nothing to help you and Fred in the months of a global pandemic and you ended up lying on the couch in your living room with absolutely nothing to.

"Merlin, I cannot possibly watch another episode," grumbled Fred, tossing the remote aside. "My head's about to explode."

You chuckled at his antic, but couldn't help but agree, "Honestly, mine too."

Your legs were nestled between Fred's long ones, head resting peacefully on his chest as he lazily ran fingers through your hair. You buried your face into the cotton of his red T-shirt and inhaled his characteristic scent of coffee and cedar, not planning to move away anytime soon. It had been exceptionally rare to be able to spend entire days simply cuddling your lover, but once quarantine happened, you often found yourselves snuggled up on the couch in your pajamas and you cherished those moments of seemingly eternal peace and security.

The way Fred tenderly caressed your sides up and down nearly caused you to fall asleep and you hugged him closer.

"You know what we haven't done in awhile?" Fred's low, groggy voice brought you back to consciousness. You slightly pulled away to look at him and sat between his legs.

After months of not having to run the shop, Fred didn't find it as necessary as before to make himself that presentable and his wild ginger hair now nearly reached his shoulders. But at the end, it was you who most enjoyed his messy, laid back look.

You lifted a hand to caress his cheek, thin stubble tingling your fingertips, and asked timidly, already having a vague idea.

"What?"

Fred involuntarily licked his lips and reached a hand to the collar of your thin shirt, gently slipping the hem down your shoulder to expose your bare neck and collarbones. His thumb traced patterns over the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise upon it, and you looked into his eyes, dark brown irises blown with desire which you hadn't encountered in a long time and made you shudder under his touch.

"It's been awhile since I last had you," he purred, the corners of his lips curling up in a dark smirk that immediately sent you into submission and had you craving. "Will you let me have you now, little girl?"

Your mind immediately wandered to your child.

"What about the baby?" you asked, worried.

"Nothing will happen as long as we're quiet," Fred shrugged, then switched back to his dominant persona and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. "Can you be quiet for me?"

A strangled moan tore from your throat before you managed to stop it, and you eagerly placed your legs on either side of your lover's lap, wrapping hands around his neck. Fred's grin grew wider at your neediness and his hands came down to greedily squeeze your hips and ass. He slammed his mouth onto yours, devouring your desperate whimpers and causing you to grip the hair at the nape of his neck.

You rolled your hips against Fred's, hinting at how impatient you were, and he was more than happy to carefully lay you back on the couch and slip off your pajama shorts. His eyes stared at your black panties, undoubtedly damp at that point, and you could tell by his furrowed brow that Fred was already recalling all the things he'd planned to do to you for quite a long time.

"Darling, we have a lot of catching up to do," he breathed and ran a finger over your clothed core. It was warm and positively soaked, and Fred's mind went wild with uncontrollable hunger. His fingers tugged at the hem of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs and legs, aiming to savor the moment before finally getting what he wanted.

The desire growing in his pants made it very clear that Fred needed release just as much as you did, so you let a hand wander down your body, giving him a show of your exposed pussy. You knew your game had worked when you earned a low growl from Fred, and he crawled between your legs, tongue wettening your swollen lips with one long lick.

"Fred..." you sighed and your head fell back, hands coming down to fist his ginger locks once again.

A cry from upstairs caused Fred to pull away.

You shared a knowing, slightly disappointed look. Fred groaned quietly, but rose to his feet nonetheless.

"I'll get it."

You lied back with a heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling for the few extremely long minutes in which Fred was gone. You were relieved when the crying soon ceased, and you grinned widely as your lover crawled up to you, looking at you up and down.

"Where were we?" he asked smugly, smiling against your lips. You giggled into the kiss, arms grabbing onto his shoulders for support as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers slyly playing with your folds and getting coated in your juices.

You bit back a low moan, buckling your hips up to create more friction. Fred's pace turned more urgent and he slipped two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your swollen clit in rapid circles. Your sighs turned into choked gasps and your thighs began to quiver.

That was exactly what Fred had missed so dearly. He missed seeing you in such a pure state of pleasure; the rising and falling of your chest, your puffed parted lips, your eyes squeezed shut from the unbearable euphoria. Fred had terribly missed being the one to make you feel ecstatic.

Soon the spark in your belly ignited and you came hard around Fred's fingers, biting into the back of your hand to muffle the filthy moans that threatened to escape. That was the moment when he found you most beautiful; natural, radiant and happy.

His patience was wearing thin at that point, his erection aching from the lack ot touch, and Fred quickly took off his pants and underwear. His thick cock was painfully hard, the red swollen tip already leaking precum, and the prominent vein from the underside had you longing to taste it.

Fred gave his length a few slow strokes and your mouth began to water.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting your lover to take you, and he nearly did, holding your thighs open to position himself at your entrance.

But the baby cried out again.

Fred cursed under his breath, the frustration finally taking over him for not being able to make love to you properly.

"I don't understand!" he whined, pulling back to sit on the couch. "It's not hungry, nor does it need a change of the diaper. What am I doing wrong?"

You moved closer to him and brushed a strand of ginger hair behind his ear. His pouty face both made you want to laugh and be sympathetic, and you gave him a sweet, apologetic smile.

"Chances are, it probably only needs a bit of some motherly charm to fall asleep."

Fred still seemed unsatisfied with having been interrupted after finally getting some alone time with you for the first time in what seemed like forever, but he didn't object as you put your clothes back on and left to check up on the baby.

However, before you walked up the stairs, you glanced at Fred over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk that immediately replaced the scowl on his face with a hungry expression.

"Give me a few minutes. And then I'm sucking you off."

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#fred weasley x reader smut #fred weasley x reader fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley headcanon #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #george weasley #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins #weasley twins headcanons #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine

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