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fallenangelkitten · 9 months

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Unravel Me

Synopsis: You have Henry as your personal trainer/gym partner for the day.

Warnings: size kink, age gap, praise kink, cum shot

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

“Where shall we start?” He asked, looking around the gym. I wiped my hands on my leggings; my nerves were getting to me and we hadn’t even started. He seemed comfortable, but I was out of my element. I had only been training for a couple of weeks, so I wasn’t very strong at all. But Henry was ginormous; I had only reached the middle of his chest, and his arms alone seemed overpowering.

I felt myself fidgeting with my fingers. “Erm, we usually start with small weight warm ups, but I’m sure that’s not going to do much for you,” I responded, keeping my eyes down.

He cocked a brow, “Why, so?”

“I-I don’t know. You just seem much more… experienced than me,” I knew my face was as red as a tomato. A sly smirk grew on his face, a chuckle leaving his throat.

“I’m sure you’ll manage, little one.”

“I’m really very new at this, Henry. I should have started ages ago, but I guess now is better than never,” I explained, shrugging my shoulders.

His tongue ran across his bottom lip. “I’m sure we’ll manage to figure something out.”

—-

We had been training for well over two hours and my body was burning. I had just gotten done bench pressing- arms shaking and all. I was unbelievably embarrassed. He was just as sweaty as I was by the end of it, but somehow he looked exquisite.

“I’d call that a success,” he acknowledged, hands resting on his hips and chest heaving with each breath.

I had my hands resting on my knees, just trying hard to not pass out, “Oh, uh, yeah. So, so great,” each word left my mouth in huffs.

He fought to hold back a laugh. “It’s okay, you’ll get better. And it’ll be easier with every time you do it,” he encouraged, a smile on his beautiful lips.

If I hadn’t been for how disastrous I’m sure I looked, and the fact that he seemed so much older, I might have thought he was interested in me. I had been catching little glances throughout the entire regimen, and the way he spoke to me? God. When I would finish a rep he would hold my gaze and praise me; saying things like ‘Good Girl’. I felt a sigh escape from me.

”(Y/n)?” He asked, his eyebrow raised, pulling me out of my racing thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, I’m sorry. I’m going to go hit the showers,” I informed him, shifting my gaze and tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear.

“Hmm, good idea. I’m definitely a bit sweaty,” Henry agreed, chuckling.

I had only just gotten my hair completely wet when my shower curtain was yanked open. I grabbed it to shield myself, but kept my head poking out to see the culprit. “H-Henry?”

“I’m sorry!” He said, only kind of shielding his eyes. “I didn’t realize that this shower was taken.” He only had a towel wrapped around his waist in preparation.

“It’s okay,” I ensured him, a blush creeping across my cheeks for the thousandth time today. “I’d, um, better get back to my shower.”

He nodded his head in agreement and began to walk away. I couldn’t help but keep my gaze on him- the way the muscles in his back flexed made me drool. He had only made it a few feet away before he rapidly turned back around. “Fuck it,” he grumbled, cupping my face in his hand and crashing his lips to mine.

I was so stunned, I didn’t even react for a few seconds. But I quickly conformed my lips to his, allowing him access to slip his tongue into my mouth. A groan emerged from his chest as he backed me up against the shower wall, leaving the curtain shielding my body behind.

He snaked one of his arms around my bare waist, making me realize just how exposed I was. I pressed my chest to his in an attempt to cover myself from the man I hardly knew. He trailed sloppy kisses along my damp jaw, “Is this okay?” He asked, eyes flooded with care locking with mine. I nodded, trying desperately to reattach my lips to his, but he resisted. “(Y/N), I need to hear you say it.”

“Please, Henry. Take me,” I pleaded, tangling my hands into his curls. Without hesitation, he hungrily clung to my lips, searching every available area he could.

He brought one of his hands to my breasts, gently tugging on one of my nipples, hardening it immediately. His touch was easily becoming my new favorite addiction, each caress and rough grip causing a low groan to escape my soft, pleading lips.

“Jump,” he ordered, reaching his large hands to grip around my bum. I hadn’t noticed his towel drop, but when my core collided with his hips, the tip of his throbbing cock rubbed against my clit. I cried out, claws gripping into his shoulders. “Good girl, little one,” he praised, continuing to leave kissing against my neck, gently sucking and nibbling.

His hair was now soaked from the hot stream of the shower. We were lucky we seemed to be the only two in the wash room, but I had a feeling they would be able to hear me from the gym.

“Are you ready?” He asked, lining himself up with my entrance, slowly stroking himself against the entirety of my slit.

All I could do was nod my head, a breathless moan coming from me as he slowly sheathed himself inside of me. A deep grunt came from him as he bit down on my shoulder, trying desperately to control himself while he allowed time for me to adjust. “This is about you, okay? I want to please you. Especially after I’ve already worked your little body so hard today,” he chuckled.

Involuntarily, I bucked my hips to gain some kind of friction, but his grip on my hips tightened and grounded me to the shower wall. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, a smirk spread on his beautiful face. “I thought I said this was about you? Move again and we’ll sit like this until the water runs cold. Understand?” he patronized, rubbing slow circles into the crevice between my hip and thigh.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and began his ruthless assault on my body. Looking down, I noticed that he didn’t even completely fit inside of me. With each thrust, he buried himself so fully against my cervix that I couldn’t help the little screams escaping me. But even then, the base of his thick length was still exposed.

“Hold on to my neck,” he instructed in between his own moans. He grabbed underneath my knees, pinning my thighs to the shower wall. He was lucky I was flexible, only then making me realize he must have taken notice during our work out.

With my knees at my shoulders and my feet dangling in the air, he took me. He rammed into me with such strong force I was scared the wall would collapse. He tried and tried to shove as much of himself into me as he could, the most guttural groans leaving his plump lips.

The room was filled with the sound of his balls slapping against my bum, and our sweat moans echoing through the acoustics. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I came- my legs were already beginning to shake and I’m sure he could feel my dripping cunt squeezing round him, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his cock swelling and twitching; but he kept his bliss at bay, desperately wanting to make me cum around him. And I did- just two more hits against my bruised little cervix and I was shaking against him. My head was leaned back against the wall, eyes rolled back and mouth hung agape. With my walls clinging around him, he came. His hot liquid filled me and soothed my raw skin. But before he was done, he pulled out, shooting his delicious cum across my body.

After riding out both of our highs, he scooped me into his arms and slid to the floor. My head rested against his chest, the hairs tickling my nose. “You did so good, little one,” he cooed as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

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ox1-lovesick · 9 months

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✶ ─── TOMORROW X TOGETHER AND THINGS WITH THEM

🍇 pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff warnings. mentions of food, pda (?), wc. 50-100 each

🍇 type. headcannon , reaction

🍇 a/n. abandoned the tyun and hyuka fic for now 💀 this is like a filler fic or something i have such bad writers block. i know for a fact that soobin crochets

% YEONJUN

late night walks ; gentle kisses to your knuckles ; catching him staring ; errands to the convenience store at 3 in the morning ; holding hands ; sharing earphones ; leaning your head on his shoulder ; sharing lip glosses ; netflix marathons ; fashion shows at 2 am ; spontaneous dance sessions ; late night drives ; candid pictures ; slow dancing ; cooking ; sharing jewellery ; kisses through the phone ; matching jewelry

% SOOBIN

comparing hand sizes ; feeding each other ; interlocking pinkies ; desert before dinner ; baking ; sharing clothes and jewelry ; 1000 piece puzzles ; movie dates ; crocheting together ; croc shopping dates ; clothing hauls ; editing vlogs together ; food fights ; disney dates ; couple cosplays and halloween costumes ; pillow talk about the future ; tying your shoelaces for you ; giving you his jacket when it's cold ; matching socks and bracelets

% BEOMGYU

kisses in the rain ; hand-written love letters ; bouquets of roses ; sleeping in together ; doodling on each others hands ; scented candles ; bickering for fun ; backhugs ; raindrop races ; long bus rides ; sharing earphones ; picnic dates ; photo albums ; half anniversaries ; forehead kisses ; impromptu karaoke nights ; guitar lessons ; secret handshakes ; build-a-bear dates ; feeding each other ; pillow talk ; hiding tomatoes in his food ; painting each other's nails ; holding open the door for you

% TAEHYUN

long and warm hugs ; locking pinkies ; poking his dimples ; falling asleep on his chest ; cheek kisses ; stargazing ; library dates ; cooking for each other ; communicating through morse code ; study dates ; reading together ; sharing cutlery ; pinky promises ; kisses to your knuckles ; post it notes with messages ; holding hands ; feeding each other ; falling asleep on the phone with him ; playlists dedicated to each other ; gentle kisses ; powerpoint nights ; "5 more minutes" mornings ; flowers "just because"

% HUENINGKAI

naming all his plushies ; palm kisses ; zoo dates ; buzzfeed quizzes to see who'd survive the zombie apocalypse ; breakdancing in the dining room ; pokemon impressions ; piano lessons ; holding hands, everywhere ; kisses to the tips of your fingers ; pillow and tickle fights ; sneaking juice boxes and animal biscuits in your lunch

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Skinny Dipping Headcanons || MHA characters x reader

A/n : First time writing headcanons about multiple characters 😍🌹🔥

Including : Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Tamaki Amajiki and Dabi

Warning : skinny dipping ( duh ), nakedness, making out, butt touching, slight NSFW, mention of other chracters... you end up grounded oops 😂

Reference location for Dabi's one : there

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1874

Izuku Midoriya :

At first he says no because he is shy ( and probably because it's forbidden to swim in the UA pool at night) but finally he accepts thinking that since he wanted to stay with you forever, one day he will eventually see you like this

If it's in a long time he will think about it a lot and write a plan in his notebook

If not, he'll get towels very quickly and hurry to join you

When you undress he puts his back to you to give you some privacy even if you assure him don't need it

While he has his back to you you compliment his ass and he tells you that he didn't ask you to do that while blushing furiously

He goes from broccoli to tomato lmao

Litterally 🥦 ➡ 🍅

He finally turns around with his hand on his face and his fingers ajar

You laugh at his blush and separate his hands from his face

He gasps when he sees your body but his eyes return directly to yours for fearing to make you uncomfortable

You tell him you don't mind if he wants to watch and his eyes slightly go down to your breasts

You then enter the water of the pool lit by the moonlight

When suddenly you feel something slap your ass. You yelp and turn around seeing Izuku pulling his hand quickly behind his back

"Sorry ! I didn't mean to ! I swear !"

You only laughed at his antics and pushed him into the water following him

He screeched and tried to hold on to something while he had water in his eyes

He grabbed you with his hands and was about to scream again but you stopped him by putting your lips against his so that no one would notice you

"You're in your depth Izuku, we're on the edge of the pool" you chuckled

He released you and used his hands to wipe the water from his eyes before giving you a cute smile at you, pink still decorating his cheeks

You kissed his cheek before taking him in your arms

He relaxed as he felt the warmth of your body against his

You had a great time talking and laughing so much that he forgot you were naked

Well except that when you got close to him he felt your breasts pressed against his chest

Once you got out of the pool he wrapped you in a towel and you both went back to the dorms like this

Maybe you should have put your clothes on even though they were sticking to your skin because of the water

Because as you passed through the common room of the dorms you ran into Denki and Kirishima who gave you guys thumbs up

Which for the nth time of the evening made him become a cute little tomato with green hair

Shoto Todoroki :

"Yeah why not ?"

In fact you were away on vacation with his family and he was very happy to have an excuse to "escape" from the rental house where his old man was

He didn't know what skinny dipping was

Not even close

His eyes widened when he saw you undress

His left side burned slightly when he saw you naked

"What are you doing ?" his neutral tone a little flustered

I said we were going skinny dipping and not dressed dipping

"Oh" he replied with a surprised look

"Did you change your mind ?"

"No" he answered a little too quickly

You nodded your head which he interpreted as a way to ask him to take off his clothes. which he did quite quickly

When you entered the lake you found it a bit - very - cold for June

He joined you quickly enough, the only trace of fluster on his usually neutral face being the wideness of his eyes at your naked body

When he saw you shiver he reached out and took you under his arm, you clung to him, the warmth from his body warming you

When you got tired of what seems speaking for ages while looking at the sky and trying to guess the sound of the night animals

You got out of the water with his arm still around your shoulders

He left you only long enough to get a towel and dry you off tenderly, then you did the same and you guys got dressed in a peaceful silence

On the way back to the rental place you spoke again

"You're not too disappointed in what it was ?" you asked chuckling

You turned your head towards him when you felt him squeeze your hand

A genuine smile spread across his angelic face

"I really enjoyed the closeness. Will we do that again ?"

Katsuki Bakugo :

He said no right away

So you told him he couldn't do it

finally he brought you back to the Forest Training Camp lake carrying you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

He tried to keep a indefferent look when you undressed but the blush on his cheeks proved otherwise

"Are you blushing-"

"I'm NOT BLUSHIN' you dumbass !"

You were both very afraid that someone heard you with how loud he screamed

Even he regretted it

Finally you went in the water and spoiler alert it was cold

You tried to get close to him but he told you to fuck off

So you went swimming

He finally felt stupid and joined you

One thing led to another and you found yourself clinging to him with your legs around his waist heavily making out

His hands that a few seconds ago were rubbing your back were now firmly holding your ass

Once the storm passed

He's doing his best not to let you see his pink face and flustered look keeping your face burried in his neck

You didn't forget that you weren't supposed to be there in the first place so you hurried to dry off and get dressed

You walked in hand in hand

But when you opened the door of the dormitories you found Aizawa staring at you with his red eyes and his arms crossed on his torso

"You're grounded"

"Fuck !"

Tamaki Amajiki :

He really wants to say yes but he also wants to say no because he is shy and embarrassed

He only agreed because lately he said no to a lot of activities you proposed to do together and he was afraid you would get tired of him and leave him :'(

Of course you would never do that even though at times it was hard to take his rejection

He tried to reassure himself that you were going to do it at night and that it would be dark so he would have nothing to fear, right ?

Well the full moon that taunted him in the bright sky was not of that opinion

The light it reflected was so clear he could even see the senior dorms from the pool

He waited until you're undressed and in the water to remove his own clothes with trembling hands before he joins you in the pool

He goes directly to where the water is deep enough that only his head comes out of the water, staying at a "safe" distance from you

After to calming his breathing - which he succeeded in doing - he tried to spot you in the pool

He saw you floating, doing the board, letting yourself be carried by the water, you looked so peaceful

This got his attention and he asked

"Y-you're alright ?"

"Yes, it feels good, you should try it"

He shifted off the edge and ended up doing it too and as he was starting to think that you were right he involuntarily bumped you

When he felt your body against his hand he jumped and you both went over

Except that you had weren't in your depth and seeing you struggling he grabbed you to make sure you didn't swallow water

He was all red as you clung to the side of his body

After that you decided to get out of the water and get dressed

On the way back, and maybe because of the late hour he had the courage to wrap an arm around you which surprised you. You took his hand and held it in yours

That little moment at the pool brought you closer and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it and wasn't looking forward to you offering it to him again

Dabi :

Lmao he said no so fast. Before you even finished your sentence yet you had taken him aside to ask him

"Hey Dabi would you like to-"

"No."

"I didn't even ask-"

"I said no."

You smiled mischievously "Okay I'll go ask Toga then…"

He got up so fast from the chair he was couch on, he was now towering over you

"Fine"

He followed you without even knowing what you wanted to do with him

He arrived in front of a pool that you had entered illegally

He frowned when he saw you undress and enter the water. His eyes following the curves of your ass taking his time to observe you

He ended up following you when you turned to him, a slight blush on his healthy skin

He sighed quietly as the water touched his skin, refreshing and soothing him

You were taking in his chest and muscular arms

When suddenly you screamed feeling something touch your foot

You screamed and that got his attention and he grabbed you in his arms as you jumped towards him

He raised one of his arms and lit his hand to make light for a very brief moment

He chuckled when he saw that it was a pair of diving goggles

He was happy in a way because now you were in his arms and if it had been just him it would have taken much longer

Thanks diving goggles I guess

The way your eyes were dipped in his icy ones made him want to kiss you so badly

And so he did

He ended up pressing you against the edge of the pool gently ginding against you making you make sounds that he thought were so sweet to his ear as your hands clutched at his black locks

…

When you walked into the League of Villains HQ, everyone else was wondering why Dabi was so relaxed with what - they dared to think - looked like almost a smile on his lips

Now that he had discovered this oh no he wasn't going to be satisfied with just one time

A/n : That was so fun to write 😂 I hope you guys liked it ! 🖋🎧 Again my requests are open 🍩🍪

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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izvmimi · 1 year

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love is here - izuku x reader, all might x inko

cw: fluff, smut, domestic, valentine's day content. bkg with mentioned female partner. pregnancy mention. minors dni. summary: you and Izuku decide to celebrate another couple's love this Valentine's Day. a/n: a repost from last year's valentines' day fic because i still think it's cute. features 1 terrible joke.

“Red or white?”

While checking the chicken cutlets still browning in the oven, you reflexively call out in reply,

“Red. Has to be red.”

“Of course.”

Closing the oven door, you glance over at Izuku who is hunched over in the glass cabinet in the portion of the living room you can see from your vantage point, and hear the clinking of glass bottles as your husband rummages through your admittedly small stores of alcohol. He pulls out a classic Pinot, and you recognize it as the pretty expensive one Bakugou and his wife (well mostly his wife, really) offered you months ago when you’d first moved into this new home.

“This one?” He asks.

You tilt your head slightly, pondering. “Does your mom even like red wine at all?”

“I’m actually not sure,” he thinks, frowning as he attempts to recall any time he might have caught her drinking.

You purse your lips. “I think we have a Riesling in there. It’s sweet, she might like it,” you ask, before turning back to the kitchen to set up the rest of the dinner items.

Taking a glance at your phone, you check to see if Toshinori has replied to your text message requesting his ETA. The last answer you have from him is a sticker of his own face giving you a thumbs up and it makes you stifle a laugh. It kills you every time he does it, truly Dad behavior.

As Izuku rounds the corner of the kitchen island to place the bottles within a decorative ice bucket on the dining table, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, but then you remember his earlier deceit and shake your head.

“I cannot believe you told Inko I was pregnant!”

He rearranges the bottles as well as a large bouquet of red, pink and white roses with a devious grin on his face, then raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is it really that bad?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s just a little white lie.”

“Villain,” you mutter under your breath just as your timer goes off. He laughs out loud.

The next few moments involve you laying down two fine placemats across from each other, your nicest china, far too much cutlery (based on a guide both of you read about fine dining), and sparkling crystal glasses. Herbed chicken parmesan, steaming buttery lobster, roasted brussels sprouts, garlicky mashed potatoes, and angel hair pasta lightly tossed with olive oil and stewed grape tomatoes are set on the table along a light salad. You remembered something about All Might liking Western food and wondered if this was what he was thinking of.

Then you suddenly remembered something else.

“Oh noooo, he doesn’t drink!” you exclaim. Before you can scramble for non-alcoholic options, Izuku has placed a particularly decorative container of sparkling water on the table.

“Just ahead of you,” he says. Always ready to save the day.

Water seems a little lackluster for a romantic dinner, you consider grumbling, but the table looks so beautiful by now that you decide not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good.

“Everything looks amazing!” You announce, clasping your hands together. Izuku agrees and starts the music while you lower the lights, a very light jazzy mix, and as though right on cue, you hear a knock on the door while Izuku begins to light the red and pink candles one by one.

It’s Inko.

She’s dressed far nicer than you usually see her, green locks fully down for once, and you can tell that she’s taken her time to actually perform the skincare routine you’d recommended for her. In fact, you consider that her skin looks a lot healthier than yours and it brings you joy. There’s even a tiny bit of blush she’s applied to her cheeks and a touch of lipstick. The greatest thing she wears however, aside from her coral pink sheath dress, is a wide smile.

“___, congratulations!”

Your mother-in-law envelops you into a hug and for a moment her genuine unbridled joy makes you feel bad that Deku had come up with such a bad lie. You mentally remind yourself to scold him later a second time as you hug her back.

“I- uh… Yeah!” There’s an awkward laugh you let out as she pulls back and holds you by your arms, small tears of joy forming in her eyes. Your stomach turns.

“He told me there would be pictures so I dressed up and-” she starts, but by this time Izuku senses your discomfort and swoops in between you to give his mother a warm hug, then leads her to her seat.

Inko is asking so many questions - How many weeks? Have we thought of names? Are you doing okay? Are you nervous? - that she doesn’t realize her son has sat her down and unraveled a napkin to place on her lap. Nor has she noticed that there are only two placemats laid out, or that you have just gotten a text from Toshinori that says he’ll be there in five minutes.

Smiling as Izuku stands besides her and deflects all her questions, you wonder if all of this is ethical. You may be teasing Izuku for his lie, but you’ve also told All Might that you were surprising Izuku for his birthday and throwing a party.

“That’s five months early?!” He’d asked on the phone.

To which, you sang, “That’s why it’s the perfect surprise!”

You’d given him too short of a notice to ask too many questions, and it worked out perfectly well because you could hear a second knock on your door.

As Inko’s eyes flitted to the door, her frown made it clear that she was realizing something was fishy.

“Am I missing something here?” she started, but before she could press further, All Might all but burst through the door, in powered up form and in a finely pressed shirt and tie, with his signature catchphrase -

“I AM HE-”

He stops abruptly, blinking back and forth as he searches the room significantly lacking in people, slightly dark with mood lighting, and his eyes finally settle on Inko.

And he realizes just before she does.

Inko gets to her feet quickly, immediately apologizing at the squeak of the legs of the chair scraping against the floor as she scoots back, but points at All Might.

“You are-”

“Here,” they say in unison.

All Might nearly chokes as he powers down in a poof and slightly entertained but holding in your amusement, you pat his back, leading him to the seat across from Inko, who is being settled right back into her chair by Izuku massaging her shoulders.

“You tricked me,” Toshinori mutters helplessly under his breath, and you nod sweetly.

“Of course I did, All Might,” you say, patting his shoulder. He gives you a sharp glare behind him, meant to intimidate but failing miserably, then turns back to stare down at his plate.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what’s going on here. You can see the redness on Toshinori’s sallow cheeks and it actually stirs your heart a little.

Izuku turns down the music from the speaker set on the bar for just a moment before clasping his hands together.

“Yes, so we lied!” He announces. “But!”

He pauses and points to the spread before them. “____ did a lovely job today with all the cooking, and we wanted to spend this Valentines’ Day focused less on us…”

With this, he takes hold of your hand and squeezes it and you can’t stop the warmth that builds in your own face.

“… and on the two of you.”

Inko gives Izuku a look that is something like a pout but she stays seated. All Might on the other hand shifts almost uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, and for a split second you wonder, standing close to Izuku and whispering, did we go too far? in his ear, if All Might will end up leaving and making the whole ordeal genuinely uncomfortable.

But then, he clears his throat.

“M-Midoriya-san, you look lovely,” he says definitively and almost in unison, you and Izuku’s hearts skip a beat. You’re probably boring a hole in Inko’s forehead at this point as you wait for her reply, and just to make sure you don’t continue to stand there creepily you nudge Izuku to start pouring drinks.

“Thank you,” she says after a pause. Her voice is gentle. “You look quite handsome yourself.”

You almost knock over her glass of red wine in surprise and Izuku’s eyes widen in your direction, but he himself is dangerously close to overflowing Toshinori’s glass.

You make a face and he catches himself. You both agree that it’s time to leave.

After describing the menu lightly, the two of you let them know that you’ll be returning in a couple hours and have reservations of your own. Inko mutters something teasing about being cheap to one’s parents but heavily compliments the food regardless. You notice her generously spooning pasta onto Toshinori’s plate and his distracted look as he focuses on her face.

This ship will sail, you think.

“The car’s waiting for us,” Izuku points out, grinning, as you run over with a last glance at Izuku’s parental figures. He helps you put on your coat, and you hug him tightly as the door closes behind you.

…

By the time the two of you return, it’s fairly late. You’d been polite enough to send a message to Inko and ask her if she needed more time, and she had asked for 45 more minutes, to which Izuku responded with sheer delight.

“She’s been lonely for a while to be honest,” Izuku mentions as you make it up the elevator. “I wish I had realized it earlier.”

It must have been different for Izuku who had met Toshinori young, when the wistful look had not been present in Inko’s eyes, but you’d sensed it the first time you saw Inko and All Might interact. A little something, that was subtle and polite and respected boundaries, but ever-present and shared. Was it their shared hope for Izuku’s growth? Was it something more than that? You would never truly know what it was that engendered that affection but it didn’t really matter.

What did matter was that when you finally returned, All Might’s hand held Inko’s gently across the table. He did retreat rapidly once he saw the two of you and you only pretend to bounce your eyes for privacy.

“Did you enjoy the food?” Izuku asks cheerfully, as he clears the dishes and the leftovers for them. The Riesling is nearly gone, you notice, and you wonder if All Might had ended up helping finish off the bottle.

“Absolutely!” They say in unison, then look at each other again, and you can see that gentle fire between them that rivals the still burning candles surrounding them.

“Good,” you reply. Very good.

You sit down at the table with them and share in gentle commentary and a little bit of banter before the two are ready to make their exit and relish in the genuine smile on Inko’s face.

She’s cute when she crushes, you think. It’s another side of the lovely woman who made the one you love, and you can’t wait to tease her about it later, if only to get back at her for the fact that before the “real” adults leave, they admonish you for lying.

“Pregnancy?! How could you lie about something so serious, Young Midoriya?!”

All Might is genuinely in shock as he stands in the doorway and for once Izuku actually is a bit embarrassed because his mentor’s face is so intensely disappointed that there’s not much he can say in response. He scratches at the back of his neck.

“See, the kids were polite enough to give you a lie that was far less grave… however, how could you seriously believe in a 5 month early surprise party?” Inko asks, slapping All Might with her handbag. He makes an exaggerated pained sound, as though she knocked the wind out of him and she laughs, linking arms with him before they leave.

“Thank you again for dinner,” they say and the two of you beam.

“Our pleasure,” you say in unison then laugh.

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It takes the changing of clothes into bare skin and soft lingerie, gentle necking between satin sheets and far too many rose petals to completely distract the two of you from the events of earlier today. You are comfortably nestled in Izuku’s arms, legs tangled with his and face pressed into his bare chest until he stirs suddenly.

“Oh my God.”

Izuku shoots up straight like a board and you can practically feel the sudden sharp panic run through his entire body. He’s muttering something unintelligible under his breath and you give him a look of confusion until he finally speaks.

“What if he Plus Ultras my mom?”

“… What?” You repeat, incredulously.

He clutches his head dramatically.

“H-he’s going to have sex…with my…” his mouth falters.

You gasp when you finally realize what he means, then pause for a moment before bursting into genuine rip-roaring laughter. Izuku stares at you in continued distress as you end up in tears, covering your face with a pillow, peeking up at him, then laughing even harder at the pallor in his features.

“You have to be kidding me?! This just occurred to you now???” You crumble into another fit, kicking your legs this time into the mattress while Izuku is frozen as still as a statue.

He might as well be shell-shocked.

A few moments pass as you try to recollect yourself, and maybe acceptance has finally set in because he mutters under his breath something about this whole ordeal possibly being a mistake, but nevertheless pulls you to face him, cupping your face in his large hands.

“Just don’t think too hard about it,” you whisper, pushing your hand through his locks, gently rubbing the back of his head.

He sighs into your touch.

“If I do, I’ll probably lose my boner,” he says, pursing his lips to the side. You laugh again and he eventually melts into a smile, and kisses you on the nose.

As he pulls back, his demeanor changes into something more smug, a tease. It’s the type of look he has when he’s about to be lewd and it’s a sudden shift but you welcome it.

“What?”

His eyes lower to your lips again, and he bites your lower one, then pulls back slowly.

“You know how I got in trouble for saying you were pregnant?”

“For lying,” you corrected him, with a raised eyebrow. He dips down and bites your upper lip, slower and more sensual this time. The sting of the bite has you wanting for a little more than just kisses, and he’s well aware of it.

He trails a finger up the curve of your thigh then rests his hand on your hip. Rubbing gently, he whispers, tone low and rich.

“What if we made it true tonight?”

Your throat dries and you swallow hard. He takes it as a yes and hooks a finger around the crotch of your panties, then another finger rubs up and down your slit. He stops right at the entrance to your pussy and presses inward. You wince.

A thumb finds your clit and his lips find yours again. There’s a deeper kiss this time, and he pulls back once again.

“What do you think?” He asks, and the fact that he is starting to take more strained breaths is not lost on you.

“Are you sure you can guarantee that in one night?” He’s far too confident, and you do like to shake it teasingly, once in a while.

“It’s not like I didn’t do the math,” he says. “You should be right around ovulation based on the last time I did a tampon and ice cream run for you,” he insists.

His fingers are still working and you gasp as he adds another.

“Izuku…,” you moan.

“I just need to cum inside you,” he insists, and with that he shifts so that he’s on top of you, hissing into your ear as your back arches and his hands pump.

“Once, twice… maybe ten times,” he says, with extra emphasis on the word ‘ten’, his fingers freeing themselves from the hold of your walls. You already miss the sensation of him inside you, and you grip his shoulders tightly.

“How’s that sound?” He asks, watching the lowering of your eyelids and the parting of your lips, your green lights.

You tense as he dips down to take a breast in his mouth, then relax, wrapping your arms around the expanse of his muscled back.

You don’t mind giving birth to a Scorpio.

“Let’s make an honest man out of you,” you murmur into his neck, bracing yourself for his first glide in.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smut #all might x inko #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's valentines #mimi's notes

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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My Best Friend (5)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, fingering, kissing, fluff]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond woke to the sound of someone taking a shower. The sun was shining brightly and it was very warm. A real summer morning. He looked around and tried to remember, where he was.

He was on their couch again, realizing, he had arrived yesterday for Klaus's birthday. He rubbed his temple, trying to remember exactly what he'd done last night, and froze.

"No. It was probably just my drunken dream." He tried to calm himself down, but his heart was pounding.

As if through a fog, he saw her gaze, warm cheeks, hair, felt her lips and tender, delicate hands. He clenched his jaw at the thought.

Then he realized, that when he finally lay down on the couch he couldn't sleep, because of how turned on he was, so he just relieved himself with his hand. His eye flicked to the floor, where a rolled-up handkerchief lay. He buried his face in his hands and made a low, frustrated sound.

The sound of a hair dryer was coming from the bathroom now. Aemond shuddered, suspecting, that Y/N was drying her long, dark hair. Automatically, his nostrils remembered the scent of her shampoo.

He squeezed his eye shut, wondering, what he should do when, she come out. Maybe he should just get up and drive straight to his apartment? The option of running away tempted him, but part of him felt, that he shouldn’t left without explanation. Though he didn't know, what really happened between them.

He flinched as he heard the bathroom door open. Y/N walked down the hall into the kitchen, their eyes met. Aemond was relieved as she smiled as usual, but she couldn't hide her slight embarrassment. Her hair was still slightly damp. She was wearing the same pajamas he'd seen earlier, with a black T-shirt that said "Depeche Mode" and shorts, that showed off her slender legs.

"Good morning." She said with honest smile.

He could see, that she had trouble looking at his face.

"Like I promised, I got up on time." She said feisty, the corner of her mouth raised even higher, although he could see, that she was also fighting a headache.

"What would you like to eat? Maybe sandwiches?" She answered herself, looking around the kitchen for an idea. “Klaus is probably in agony, I didn’t want to wake him, so there is no point in preparing anything warm.”

"Sandwiches sound good." He answered calmly, his voice less confident, than he would have liked and even lower than usual, slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat, and she nodded, taking his approval as a signal for action.

He watched silently as she put on the water for tea and turn on the coffee maker. How she took rolls out of the haversack, and from the refrigerator lettuce, ham, tomatoes, chives, and a whole host of other vegetables, that she obviously wanted to use. She spread them all over the counter, her hands trembling slightly, but her face showed no nervousness.

She shivered as Aemond stood up. Calmly, unhurriedly, he walked to the kitchen and tossed his rolled-up handkerchief into the wastebasket. Y/N stared at him and suddenly she understood, what that meant.

Her eyes widened, as her cheeks burned and she turned away immediately, trying to focus on her task. Aemond saw her swallow hard. She knew, what he was doing, when he came downstairs. This made him question, what she was doing.

She was two years younger than him, Klaus had never mentioned her having a boyfriend. For some reason, the idea, that she was probably much less experienced than he was - if any - turned him on. To control his flow of thoughts, he moved closer to her.

"Can I help?" He asked, looking at the little mess, that she had created on the counter from all the products lying around.

Her pupils widened as she saw, how close he was to her, but to his amusement, she tried to keep a serious face. She pursed her lips, and he could see her trying not to smile, feeling, that the situation between them was comical to say the least. For some reason, he had an overwhelming urge to tease her, to make her ashamed.

"Hmm, you can cut the tomatoes, if you want." She said, forcing her usual smug voice and pushing the vegetables closer to him and handing him the knife. He took it from her without a word and began to do, what she asked.

Y/N was standing next to him, their shoulders touching even though, there was still plenty of space in the kitchen and they didn't have to stand so close to each other. She was a head shorter than him, if she wanted to lean against him, her head would land on his shoulder.

Aemond watched from the corner of his eye as she worked, layering the buns with different ingredients, varying them each time, so that no sandwich was the same. He tried to think only about cutting, but he felt her herbal hair shampoo again, which already reminded him so much of her, that instead of calming down, he began to feel warmth in the lower abdomen.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked suddenly, arranging the tomato slices on each sandwich, where she'd told him to. She looked at him, surprised by his question, and nodded, looking at him gratefully.

"Yes, thank you. And you?" She asked, arranging sandwiches on plates. Aemond thought about his answer for a moment, letting out a low hum.

"At first I couldn't sleep." He said and felt her twitch. The corner of his mouth went up. "But I managed it somehow." He finished, glancing at her reaction.

He heard her swallow hard, but she didn't dare to look at him.

"And you?" He asked, surprising her again and receiving a puzzled look. "Did you fall asleep right away?"

She stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but she closed it and tightened it, blushed, and looked away. He knew, she understood, what he was implying. He himself began to understand Klaus more and more, and why he constantly teased and tormented her. Her reactions were worth it.

He stared at her for a moment and, seeing her thrashing around, decided to take pity on her. He leaned down slightly and pressed his nose to her cheek, just as she had done to him yesterday. Y/N froze, he felt a shiver go through her. He himself felt the immediate reaction of his body to their close contact. The difference was, that this time, they were both sober.

"There is no reason to be ashamed." He spoke softly, his voice so close to her ear making her flinch slightly. "I was thinking about you too."

For a moment, all he could hear, was the pounding of their hearts. He had no idea, why he was doing this to her. He desired her physically, but there was more to it. What she gave him yesterday.

He didn't know how to call it, but he wanted it again. That heat in the chest, those tender, quickened breaths. He stood there, waiting for her reaction. A few seconds passed, before she turned her face towards him. Their noses were touching now.

She raised a hand tentatively, her fingers trembling, as she touched his face. The tips of her fingers touched part of his scar, which was visible from under the eyepatch. She swallowed hard, running her fingers up and down from his scar to the corner of his mouth.

He felt a heat in his chest, his hand went under her hair, his fingers tightening lightly on the back of her neck. He began to massage her skin with his thumb and she exhaled softly, her eyes expressing everything.

Holding her neck steady, he leaned in slightly, their lips touching spontaneously. They were more brushes than kisses, both of them with their lips parted, breathing deeply.

Y/N dared to run her hand through his hair, stroking it and pulling his face to hers. He purred contentedly into her mouth. He pulled her closer to him, searching for a real, sticky kiss, their movements accompanied by a light clicking each time.

He moved closer to her, the bulge in his pants now pressing against her belly. Y/N sucked in a breath, but only a soft "Shhh..." between kisses came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Aemond broke away from her. She looked at him with a hazy, questioning look. She didn't have time to ask why he stopped, though, because he tugged her arm lightly, turning her back to face the counter, and he stood behind her, hugging her.

He brushed her hair from her neck with one hand, and placed the other in a safe place on her stomach. His fingers gently traveled up and down her shirt, as he placed gentle kisses on her neck.

Y/N inhaled faster, as she felt his hardness against her buttocks. Instinctively, she placed her hands on the tabletop, looking for any point of support. Her legs felt like jelly. She felt, that his breathing was also accelerated and she was not the only one affected by their actions.

"Have you ever slept with a man?" He asked softly, his nose touching her ear, his hand finding its way under her shirt and touching the bare skin of her belly.

Y/N made a short, high-pitched noise and shook her head after a second. Aemond groaned, pulling her closer to him.

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say No." He whispered, his breathing getting heavier, his hips pressing harder against hers, seeking any pressure.

"It doesn't matter at what point. Understand?" He asked, gripping her neck tighter.

She nodded, her eyes closed and clenched, breathing heavily. Her reaction made him grunt in contentment, his hips rubbing against her, sending an instant wave of pleasure.

His nose traveled from her cheek to her neck, kissing her more and more lustfully. His hand, stroking her belly steadily, went down slowly, to her panties. She let out a sudden moan and he paused, to give her a moment to protest. When he didn't hear it, he went down with his fingers and was delighted to find, that she was all wet.

His touch there made her all tense, her hands clenched on the counter, her buttocks pressing harder against his throbbing manhood.

"Easy." He whispered between breaths, trying to calm her down. "Have you touched yourself like this before?" He asked in between the slow movements around her clit, that practically made her spasm. He hadn't done anything to her yet, and he felt both he and she were on edge.

Y/N only replied a soft, broken "Yes". Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. Aemond smirked, then realized, that they were both rubbing their bodies against each other. He sighed with pleasure in her ear.

Taking advantage of the fact, that his fingers were already covered in her fluids, he slid them down, massaging her entrance.

"Spread your legs." He commanded softly. Y/N leaned in even further, her mouth slightly parted, eyes squeezed shut, fighting with all her might to keep quiet.

He slid the tip of his finger inside her, and a low moan escaped his chest as he felt, how tight and hot she was inside. He wondered, how he was going to get inside her, without tearing her apart.

Instinctively, he began to search for her pleasure point, gently exploring her structure with his finger, sliding it in and out in a calm, steady motion. She moved her hips to the beat of his fingers, his touch and his hard cock pressing against her from behind, completely clouding her mind.

Suddenly she felt his finger glide over the right spot inside her, near her entrance, and she let out a startled groan, that made Aemond smile to himself.

“That's what I was looking for. It's okay. It's okay, little one." His words made her walls tighten around his finger.

Aemond groaned as he felt Y/N getting closer to fulfillment. She was moving faster and faster, moaning sweetly. He stopped abruptly, gently slipped his finger out of her, and she sucked in a breath, startled and confused. Her cheeks were all red, her breathing ragged and fast.

He spun her around, grabbed her hips, and lifted her up, walking with her toward the stairs to the second floor. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, surprised, staring at him with wide eyes. He opened the door to her room and placed her on her bed. He closed the door behind him, turning the lock with the key.

He turned to Y/N and she stared at him with wide eyes, trembling. He walked over to the bed, undoing his belt.

"Do you want to continue?" He asked low and calm, his eye dark with lust.

Y/N looked at him and swallowed hard. She didn't know why, but she wanted to do it with him. She had always liked him. She valued and admired him. She thought him a very handsome, beautiful man, and the scar in her eyes only added to his mystery.

She knew, that he was experienced and that he wouldn't hurt her. That if something goes wrong, he'll stop. Place between her thighs throbbed with pain, she felt so close to fullfilment.

She nodded and they both groaned. Aemond sat down on the bed in front of her, took off his shirt quickly, and encouraged her to do the same.

"I want to see you." He whispered, looking at her expectantly.

She stared at his chest and muscles. She could see, that he was training and keeping fit, and he was a lot bigger than her. The sight of him made her feel even more tight down below, and wordlessly, she did as he instructed.

She pulled her shirt over her head and laid down with her arms folded on either side of her head, staring at him with her mouth slightly parted. Aemond stared at her for a moment. He wanted to remember this sight.

Involuntarily, his hand reached for one of her soft, firm breasts. They both moaned as he squeezed it, Y/N throwing her head back, her hand going to his, encouraging him to keep going.

His thumb teased her nipple, and she moaned softly, trying not to make any loud noises, knowing, that Klaus was sleeping a few rooms away. Aemond leaned over her suddenly, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him. They kissed, his tongue squeezing over her lips, meeting the muffled moan of her pleasure. He pressed his chest against hers and purred into her mouth.

He broke away from her after a while with a quiet, wet click and went down a little lower, grabbing her shorts and panties at the same time. He looked at her, and when there was no objection, he slid them off her with one, firm motion and tossed them aside.

Her own nakedness embarrassed her, and she turned her face to the window, breathing heavily. His hand on her jaw forced her to look at him.

"Spread your legs." He said low. She knew, that he was on the edge himself.

The sound of that sentence made her shiver, and she did, as he asked, all red. Aemond grabbed her thighs and lifted them higher, swung one of her legs over his shoulder, lifting her buttocks.

Y/N gasped in surprise, tensing up all over her body. She had never been so exposed to anyone, her whole body was shaking. Aemond felt it, ran his hand gently over her leg, which was on his shoulder, and kissed her thigh softly.

"Easy, little one. Easy." He said, kissing her lower and lower. “It’s okay.”

She realized, what he wanted to do and swallowed deeply. As she felt his kisses on her entrance and his tongue forcing its way inside, she threw her head back and pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the hard moan, that became a low, guttural sound.

She breathed heavily, as she felt him speed up, moaning as softly as she could, his tongue pressing against the spot, where his fingers had previously pressed.

"Aemond..." She moaned softly, as if she was about to cry, her hips moving fast, her hand buried in his hair. Normally, he would have teased and tormented her, but not now. When he felt she was almost at her climax, he stopped abruptly, a sound coming from her mouth answered him, as if he was hurting her.

Aemond took his wallet out of his pants pocket and took out a condom, tossing it on the sheets beside her. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly, as she watched his pants and boxers being pulled down without taking his eye off her. She realized, that they were really going to do it and felt excitement mixed with immense desire.

She watched as he put a condom on his swollen, large cock. She settled back and swallowed, looking at him expectantly. Aemond moved toward her and bent his elbows over her head. They stared at each other for a moment, their noses touching. Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her, planting tender kisses on his lips, that made him sigh in contentment.

His heart was pounding like crazy. He brushed her lips, preparing himself and her for what was to come. He took his manhood in his hand and placed his tip at her entrance.

"Wider." He pleaded, and she immediately opened her thighs, letting out a soft moan, as he pressed against her. They both took a deep breath as he entered her slightly. She was so tight and hot, that he couldn't think straight.

"Wait" She said softly, drawing in a breath, her face showing discomfort. Aemond stopped at once, the only sound in the room was their rapid breathing.

He looked at her fair face, slightly parted lips and thought, that he had never been so soft with anyone. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eye.

"Everything's all right?" He asked quietly. She nodded, swallowing hard. She touched his cheek with her hand, stroking it steadily, trying to relax. After a long moment, she moved her hips slightly towards him. He let out a soft sigh and kissed her.

What he was doing now, was not the way, he used to have sex with other women. Today, with her, he wanted something different. He moved inside her again, softly, trying to slide his cock deeper inside her.

She pressed her eyes and lips together, gripping his arm painfully. He paused again to let her get used to his size and the way he stretched her. He kissed her with a purr, and she kissed him back with sigh, relaxing a bit. He pushed his hips deeper and moaned loudly as he felt that somehow, he fit all of him inside her.

"Fuck..." He gasped low, as his cock throbbed all over. He was too turned on, and her walls were giving him too much pressure. His eyebrows expressed concern, and he squeezed his eye shut.

Y/N looked at him and stroked his cheek, both of them breathing heavily. She kissed him lightly, again and again, and they lay there for a while, just kissing. Birds chirping could be heard from behind the slightly open window, and pleasant summer air flowed into the room, now more crisp and cool.

He moved his hips slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Encouraged, that her face no longer showed either pain or discomfort, he began to slide lazily in and out of her, as if he had all the time in the world. He noticed, that the frequency of his movements corresponded to the ticking of the clock.

The pressure inside her was incomparable to anything else. The air tightened in his lungs, as he entered her again and again. Her hips began to move, thrusting out to meet him. Feeling it, he involuntarily sped up and they both moaned loudly.

"Aemond...please, don't stop" She pleaded, feeling, that she was close again and wouldn't survive, if he refused her once again.

Her words made him thrust deeper into her, moaning, though he tried with what little of his willpower, not to do so with all the strength he had. Her walls were clenching around him, his movements becoming faster and uncontrollable.

He got up, so that he was kneeling in front of her, still inside her, took her hips in his hands and began to thrust inside her harder, panting heavily. For Y/N the change of position was bliss, his cock pressing down on the place, that felt so good, begging for fulfillment. She moaned softly, trying to contain herself, but he wanted to hear her, and his every thrust proved it. He felt, she was close.

“Such a sweet girl” He said in a low voice, panting heavily, as he felt her clench more and more, knowing, he wouldn't last much longer either. “... show me. Come one my cock like a good girl you are.” He said, fucking her loudly and mercilessly with wet slaps, being so close to his fulfillment.

That sentence from his mouth, at that moment, was the end for her. Her body twisted backwards, she took a deep breath, as if she was drowning. Her hands clenched on the pillow behind her back and she moaned loudly, as her orgasm flowed through her body in strong waves.

"Fuck!” He groaned loudly, looking pleadingly at her with his mouth parted. Her steady pressure of orgasm, combined with his thrusts, made him come so hard that he bent over, panting like a wild animal. His orgasm felt like an eternity.

He involuntarily entered her lightly a few more times, feeling her whole body soften. Breathing heavily, he released her thighs and lay forward, resting his face next to hers, partly on his hands so, he didn’t crush her completely.

For a few minutes, they both just breathed loudly with their eyes closed. He was still in her, the feeling of her warmth around him made him reluctant to slid out.

Y/N lightly stroked his hair, which was now completely messy, and he just hummed softly in approval. She turned her face towards him and he opened his eye. Their foreheads touched. They looked at each other in silence. Warmth could be seen in their eyes.

"Everything's all right?" He asked quietly, feeling completely drained. Y/N smiled at his question, her eyes brightening.

"Yes." She replied just as quietly. "But I hope Klaus didn't hear us. If it's possible." She said with amusement, her hand lazily running through his hair. His thumb lightly stroked her cheek. He laughed at her words.

“It's unlikely. Although, if he did, we'd probably already know about it."

#aemond x you #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon aemond #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x y/n #aemond fic #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond x fem!reader #ewan mitchell

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babeydollx · 1 year

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"Just One More, Love."

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader

Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.

"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before. "Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon.

"Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out. "What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all.

Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked. "I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.

"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.

With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips.

"I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath. "Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.

He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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velvet-paradox · 10 months

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Heartstrings (Part One)

Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: eventual Vessel x Female reader Length: Medium Summary: Memories haunt our beloved frontman, some he'd like to forget and some he's been hiding. Warnings: eventual NSFW, 18 + ONLY, strong language, tobacco use, alcohol consumption, supernatural (no, not the show) element, a twisted little game. Tagging: @synnersaint as always, @megangovier20

NOTES: I’ll be reposting to @roman-is-a-horse as well as that’s my little hole in the wall for all things masked men and Sleep Token

ENJOY!!!

He's exhausted. He's all sweat and grit, dirt beneath his fingernails, mud on his boots.

He could care less.

What he needed was sleep. Glorious, pillow soft sleep. And the deity let him.

He dreamt of monkey bars, chipped green paint, orange creme popsicles, a dizzy tire swing blurring in the distance, a familiar face hanging upside down from a wound up swing set. The air is light and the sun is high. He learned why ancient Egyptians rimmed their eyes with kohl. Learned the proper pronunciation for Persephone. Had his first kiss. Got into his first of many, fist fights and tasted blood and why you don't pick at knuckle scabs. The taste of woodchips.

And then he met you.

Vessel woke with a jolt, restless leg syndrome, jerking him at the worst of times but helpful on the stage.

"You're pretty when you cry." That silky voice that lulled him to the dreamworld sang down to him. Above his head, resting oh so carefully upon his pillow was Sleep, taking the form of a smoky red cat with six black slits for eyes. The deity grinned sharp, bone white fangs before leaping into the air at Vessel's recognition that he was indeed crying, his cheeks and lips streaked with salt. Sleep hung in the air above him, wagging its tail.

"Bad dream?" Sleep asked, resting its face on its paws like some teenager, coiling the phone cord, awaiting the latest hallway gossip.

"I'm fine," Vessel sniffled and turned on his side, an attempt to ignore his maker.

Sleep rolled onto its' back, little red paws pointing up to the ceiling before floating in front of his face and purred. "That's not what I asked."

Vessel blamed it on his uncomfortableness, the bed was cold and the sheets icy against his bare legs. Sleep wasn't buying it, squinting all six eyes at him as he tossed and turned for the rest of the night. ....

"That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair, brother, get used to it."

"You big troll, that's the last can!"

"Watch it you little gremlin or I'll step on you and put you out like a light."

Brotherly threats floated up stairs along with the smell of someone cooking breakfast. Cinnamon butter, scrambled eggs, no doubt since his heathen brothers refused to eat them any other way. Roasted earthy mushrooms, peppered bacon.

Vessel clung to the staircase watching three others maneuver around someone's rented home in the highlands. Through a large bay window he could make out the silky green grass and sparkling yellow daffodils dancing in the wind.

SpaghettiOs.

III and IV were giving II shit in between grabbing plates, poor thing was jumping up and missing terribly the can of the tomato sauced rings. Vessel shook his head and jumped down the last two steps before they all stuttered to a stop, III hid the can behind his back as if he were about to be scolded.

"Never gets old, huh?" He asked and snagged a piece of less burnt bacon.

"Not a chance." III resumed his taunts until II gave up, growling low in his throat and angrily shut off the stovetop, marching outside into the daylight.

"Package came for you this morning." IV mumbled through a mouthful of eggs as he found him out on the porch swing. Vessel took the box with more questions than answers.

"Who knows we're here?"

IV shrugged and joined him on the bench, crossing his legs as the wooden slats swayed.

Vessel looked it over. Just a standard brown box, wrapped in a weeks worth of clear packing tape. Just several stamps -international corners, a beating or two in a mail office dented one of the boxes sides. He took the switchblade IV handed him, scoring the edged until it came loose.

He shook whatever was hidden, another box came tumbling out into his lap along with a folded piece of cardstock. He handed it over. Though as he dug around inside, he should've looked at the note first because IV's eyes, already on the large spectrum, had bloomed into bright blue saucers.

"What? What is it?"

"Look and see."

Vessel dropped the note to the ground as it were on fire. Explosive. A grenade of nostalgia and pain, if not sudden death.

ARE YOU GAME?

No.

No no no no no.

He could feel IV's eyes on him as he fumbled with the spare box, careful with the folds, peeling back the layers on carefully placed and wrapped tissue paper. His fingers ghosted over the jewelry or what was left of it before holding it up in the afternoon sun.

Vessel began to panic, anxiety was never far from him as he thumbed over one of the personally laid coins like a treasured rosary and if he were totally honest; it was just that. ....

Vessel had recently gotten into a band called Immortal the previous summer, expressing himself in a similar manner of covering his face (still experimenting with paint on his hands, he was always on the look out for the best greasepaint his first high school job could afford), in black and white paint, cut off jackets and ripped denim. Had attempted to look as cool as possible with a cigarette behind his ear. He never smoked it, just toyed with his mothers' addiction. The girls dug it so there was always that.

His friends chased squirrels until the popular girls noticed them, could've been a dare, could've been a prank but that didn't stop them from turning and chasing them instead. Their shrills squeals of laughter sang through the halls, tickled pink for attention in the back of classrooms.

The boys had ditched him once again as they left him at the playground, holding on to his bullet belt as he made his way, by foot, across town towards his job. He was going to be late, but the owner of the coffee shop couldn't care less; he was probably a few beers in as it was only three that Saturday afternoon.

Louie could really pound them down.

He was almost there when he stopped short. There on a park bench were a pair of shapely legs. Just sitting there in the air. Torn fishnets with shin high striped socks and boots, scuffed and beat up, much like his own when he looked down.

He crept by slowly, curious if they were a mannequin's legs or if they were real or, God forbid they were just that. No body attached! How scandalous!

A murderer on the loose and Vessel would be the first witness to the crime. His stomach had flipped at that.

But still, the young man proceeded forward, cautiously now as he left his usual path and got closer, squinting when he saw one of the ankles twitch.

Vessel made calculated steps around he bench and saw- gratefully of course, that the legs were indeed attached to a body, the body of a girl his age that he'd never seen before. She was laying upside down with her eyes closed, arms bent and on the ground beneath her head so she wouldn't roll off and crack her skull. An opened can of SpaghettiOs sat next to her, along with a sad looking purse.

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing, smart guy? 'm thinkin'." Was her response. She didn't even bother to open her eyes and acknowledged him. Foreigner for sure, he thought.

"Upside down?"

"I get all the cobwebs out better this way," then she cracked one eyes open, searching for him in this state and she smiled, the brightest smile he'd ever seen on a person. Stunning. Absolutely fucking stellar. "You should try it."

"Doesn't all the blood rush to your head like that?" Vessel turned his head to see her face better.

"That's the point, silly! When my brain talks to much the best way to shut her up is to rush her out, let her out. Come on, try it. There's plenty of room." She quipped and wiggled over in the bench, using her hands for leverage.

Vessel looked at his watch; twenty minutes until his shift started and he'd need to be there and get his apron on and punch in his timecard and Louie might not be drunk and waiting for him patently at the doors with a pained expression and angry, uncaffeinated patron waiting to get their fix.

He had trouble moving his body and wincing when one of the bullets jabbed his hip bone, but all in all he managed her similar position. Fucking wild. His jacket creaked when he moved his hands to the earth below, mimicking her position.

"Good job. Now watch me. Just breathe in and out like this, don't think about anything other than that and you'll be clear as a Koi fish pond."

He frowned but went along with it, looking at her as instructed he slowly shut his eyes, long legs growing tired he let them hang over the back of the bench instead and controlled his breathing.

He wasn't thinking about school or work, his thesis he had yet to start that was due in two weeks time. Not what he was going to have for dinner or which skirt II was trying to get under this week. Probably Jessica. II was always after Jessica.

"See. How do you feel now?" She asked.

Vessel couldn't even answer her at first, too caught up in the sensations, more aware of her perfume when his senses kicked into overdrive with his heartbeat pounding in his ears like this.

"Weightless. Clear." He mumbled.

"Exactly."

Then her hand was on his, carefully he opened his eyes and his world felt like his house of cards were about to tumble down if he breathed too loudly.

"I'm Y/N." ....

He thought about you as he ran the rest of the way to coffee shop, the little blue and white striped awning coming into view as his boots pounded pavement. He was just seconds away from being late, clocking in just in time and wrapping a brown apron around his jacket in the backroom.

He thought about as he rang up a pretty dark skinned girl, fresh faced and smiling at him.

He thought about you when a crotchety old woman barked her order and waited too close to the counter until he could brew it, which she made him do it twice. He thought about you when a regular by the name of Johnny Two-Step came in, grooving to the beat of whatever song which was playing softly in the background.

He thought about you on the walk home, every park bench he passed by, with his hands in his pockets were shockingly empty.

Would he ever see you again?

Where you from? What were you doing here in this small seaside town? And why were you eating cold SpaghettiOs right from the can like a cat with a tin of tuna? ....

"Straight from the can?!" III asked the following day, sitting on his roof with an open notebook, ready for some action along with a stolen can of his father's beer. It would go unnoticed. They always went unnoticed.

III's dad would give a shrug and mumble about needing to slow down though he never did, he just went out and bought more, stocking the fridge in the garage for the next day.

"Never seen anything like it."

"I would hope not! Sounds like she's a screw or two loose."

"Maybe."

Maybe you did. Maybe you were what his mother would call 'quirky' or carefree, the possibility of being a hellion might be written in the stars for you too. Either way Vessel was into it.

"No no no, that's not how you do it. Here, you're just gonna' make a mess of it. Now look, you take the can like this..."

Vessel couldn't help be drawn into the kitchen of a house party a few weeks later, he'd toyed with the cigarette again, holding between his two front teeth as some girl in an obscenely short dress chatted him up outside. He told her to hold that thought and maneuvered through the bodies. Sweat and beer lingered on the air, music pulsed and couples and a possible throuple but Vessel's standards were making out in a dim corner.

The snap of a beer can had him joining the little circle around the sink. A few guys cheered. A few girls made noises, he couldn't decipher whether it was a good or a bad thing at the moment.

Vessel towered over the group, watching II wipe his mouth over the sink before slipping his trusty balaclava back up over his nose. He saw someone and when he looked, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline in an instant.

It was you.

It was really you!

You cheered in delight, gave him a high five and grinned.

"Whose next? How about you pretty lady?" You waved Jessica over, who was shy at first but followed your lead in her pink and yellow bellbottoms and halter top.

After your next shotgun you hugged Jessica who looked worse for wear and slumped against II who was more than happy to help her stand and move out out of the kitchen. II passed him in the doorway, giving him a fist bump to the shoulder, talking to his love interest, lost in the haze of beer and clouds of weed smoke.

"You! There you are you big tall drink of water."

Vessel turned just in time to see you, focused and barreling straight towards him, a look of drunken excitement on your face. You weren't stopping and then you were lunging at him, embracing him in a hug that should feel all sorts of foreign and wrong but... was welcomed and warm and you smell like floral perfume and beer foam.

You looked up at him with silly grin. "Hi."

"Hi yourself. Having a bit of fun I see."

"Wanna' shotgun a beer with me?"

"Maybe later. How many have you had already?"

You made a goofy sound in your throat, released his waist and took his wrist in your hands, dragging him outside. Something made of glass shattered somewhere inside the house as you two ducked out and sat down in a little gazebo on the property. Vines and little white flowers coiled up and around the lattice.

"You gonna' smoke that?" You asked, digging those same weathered boots into the dirt.

"You want it?"

"Can I share it with you?"

"You can have it. I actually don't smoke."

Your expressions ranged and rivaled those of a comic strip as you looked at him. "What the what?! You don't smoke, yet you just casually have a cigarette behind your ear?"

Vessel shrugged. "It's just an accessory at this point."

"Next thing you'll be telling me is you're not a real jester!"

"A jester?"

"The makeup! You're not a clown either? Some practicing mime? Although if you were a mime you wouldn't be talking, would you?" You drunkenly mused and Vessel wondered how many beers you’d already rushed into your bloodstream.

Vessel snorted and shook his head. "Afraid not. I'm just a guy."

"A handsome guy." You huffed and lit up the cigarette, leaning back on your elbows as you smoked.

Vessel snorted, unaffected by the tobacco hanging around your heads as you both looked up at the moon. Tethered to it's soft glow over the treetops. "I've been called a lot of things, but handsome ain't one of them."

You bolted upright, cigarette renting space between your teeth and burning his eyes as you grabbed his face like you were old friends.

"That's a damn shame. I'm going to make it my mission to tell you everyday I see you how good you look. Even if you are talking mime!"

Part Two Part Three

#look friends #i don't know what to tell ya #i got an idea in the middle of the night and haven't been able to put it down #vessel is so fun to write for bc... POSSIBLITLIES DUH!#anyway this will have some supernatural elements #as i'm making sleep into a figure that vessel can see and interact with #let me have my fun ok??#sleep token imagine #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token fanfic #sleep token fan fic #sleep token fic #vessel x you #vessel x reader #vessel x female reader #vessel imagine #the characters involved are not mine ofc #except the random oc's i'm seasoning in

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tsudelune · 2 years

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‘‘ show me how you smile ,,

- rui kamishiro x reader

a/n : i had to repost because my post didn’t show on tags, hopefully this post works lmao. sorry for the repost to the anon who requested this! and sorry if it’s a bit short. (i think i like rui. idk. /sarc) this is rui with an touch-starved s/o!

warnings : cringe writing, a lot of rui teasing (lord, help me.)

style : hc style (bullets)

- ohohoho. rui is having a FIELD DAY.

- likely with rui’s observant behaviour, he’ll quickly find out that you are not only touch starved, but gets easily startled!

- he always teases you whenever you get startled, like “hmm? i wonder why you’re so jumpy today.” THIS MF KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING.

- of course, if you dislike/feel bad from the teasing, he’ll reduce or even stop it. caring boyfriend rui as always.

- rui likes to sneak up on you from behind- actually, scratch that. rui likes to walk up and casually puts his hand on your shoulder, and you punch him in the chest- on accident...i think.

- give rui a kiss on the cheek after that. he deserves it! even better the lips!

- one time, he snaked his arms around your waist and gave you a hug. literally BREATHED against your ear and whispered in the most rui cat-like voice ever, “hi.”

- you just stood there. not knowing what to do. rui gently laughed at your reaction, while you were NOT having it.

- what i mean by that, is that i mean you were red. really red.

- rui didn’t know why you were so quiet, and when he pulled away he noticed that you seemed really similar to a tomato. that’s because you were blushing, like a wildfire.

- that’s when he knew he had creative liberty to teasing. (of course with additional precautions taken)

- whenever you ask for a hug or some cuddle time together, he always seems to grin a bit at your flustered face.

- he can feel you heating up whenever you guys hug/cuddle, sometimes he jokes around how he can use you as a personal heater in the winter LMAO

- rui can feel your hands hesitate a bit when you wrap your arms around him, and he only unconsiciously hugs you tighter.

- he thinks that moments like these always make him feel connected to you; as if you’d never leave him. moments that he cherishes, always wants more of. he can’t ever let go.

- i do think that rui himself would be touch-starved, so don’t think you’re annoying him! he absolutely adores being touched.

- loves the light tint of your blush when he kisses you on the forehead. (no, i’m not crying)

- rui, always wants to make sure you feel satsified, and never wants to you to feel unloved <3

#project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #pjsk #project sekai fluff #proseka fluff #pjsk fluff #project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #pjsk x reader #rui kamishiro #kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #headcanons #ask #hastune miku colorful stage #@tsudelune-post

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fallenangelkitten · 9 months

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Domestic Daddy

Synopsis: Daddy August is finally back in town and wants nothing more than to spoil you.

Warnings: SoftDom!August, Sub!Reader, more fluff than smut… but still smutty, daddy kink

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

I watched as hips swayed along to some new song he couldn’t seem to get enough of. August’s arm slightly flexed each time he stirred the contents in the pot around. As he turned his head to flash me a smile, a honeyed curl fell to graze his forehead.

I’m sure I was drooling.

How could I not be?

I hopped down from the counter and padded over to him by the stove. I brought my hand to his rear and gently squeezed, earning a grunt in protest. But there was no masking the smile on his face- that dimple in August’s cheek that only seemed to come out for me.

I toyed with the strings of his favorite ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron and planted one to the side of his arm. I remember giggling the first time I saw this seemingly stoic, all too serious man in the attire. He had surprised me by cooking me dinner for the first time; I was honestly more shocked by him knowing how to wield the utensils more than anything. He had scowled at the amusement plastered across my face and took the opportunity to take me over his dining table.

My thighs involuntary squeezing together at the memory.

I let the sweet aroma of garlic and tomatoes distract me from my thoughts. It wasn’t often that the two of us had an evening together; he was often working late or out of town on a trip he couldn’t give me the details on. But he always insisted on spoiling me in the moments he could.

“Darling,” August warned before abruptly scooping me into his arms, making me squeal and giggle into his warm neck. He carried me back to the counter across his kitchen, leaving the stove behind us.

He sat me onto the cool granite and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I thought I told you to stay over here, hmm?” His thumb stroked my cheek. “I’d hate for my kitten to get burned. Sauce tends to splatter.”

He stood between my legs, and I couldn’t help but spread them wider for him. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stand being so far from you,” I whined, scooting closer to the edge to press my body against his. I could feel the heat building in my core as my cunt brushed against him.

He chucked and pushed a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. His thumb brushed against my lip. “Stay here for daddy, okay?”

I nodded as he bent down to lay a soft kiss against my lips. By the time August had made it back to the stove, it seemed the sauce was done. He shut the burner off and gave it a final stir before pouring it over the pasta. His movements were graceful and precise- always calculated.

He spooned two bowls full and set them on the table before making his way back to me. As he helped me down from the high counter and into my seat, his lips brushed against my ear, the hairs of his mustache rubbing against it as he spoke.

“I’m wondering just how wet you are for me. If your stomach is wound tight with desire. You think I haven’t noticed? Please, kitten… correct me if I’m wrong.”

Though, he knew he wasn’t. The smirk plastered to his face when he made his way to his own seat said enough. I swallowed.

“You know you’re not.”

He only arched a brow.

“Please, August,” I begged.

He motioned to the dinner he had taken the time to prepare for me, his smug gaze never leaving mine. “Eat, darling.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ "X"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: W - Wet

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

X – X-rated

“This is a terrible idea.”

“No, it’s a hot idea.”

“You’re a man. Of course, you would think it’s hot.”

“You put it on the list. You’ve taken some really naughty photos and yet you are making me the pervert.”

“I did not call you a pervert.”

“Tomato, toe-mah- to.”

“Don’t you use that sexy Boston accent on me, Nicholas Vaughn.”

“So, you think I’m sexy,” a smirk graced Nick’s face.

“That would be what you took from that,” you replied with a shy smile. It faded after a moment. “You really want to have sex on camera?”

“Only if you’re comfortable. If it’s really a hard no, then I will leave my phone in the living room and make love to you.” He kissed you softly. “But the idea of getting to watch your face when you cum, when you’re away from me and I can watch.” He moaned a little. “So hot.” He moves down to your neck, toying with the strap of your nightgown. “Or maybe I can take some photos of us. You know, for me to keep.”

“You chewed on your lip. You had done the photos before, how would this be different? “Ok, maybe start with the photos...”

He gave a wide smile. “Lay back on the bed for me, gorgeous.” You scoot back onto your bed, the hem of your night gown riding up. “Stop,” he orders. The gown is barely covering the top of your legs, just an inch more and your pussy is exposed. “Fuck, so sexy,” he groans. He pulls his phone and snaps a photo. Your nipples are straining against the silk of your gown.

“Nick,” you moan. “Please touch me.”

“I will, but not yet. Lay down for me.” You hesitate and Nick growls. “Lay. Down.”

You roll your eyes but comply. “Nicky, this is supposed to be romantic.”

“No, its supposed to be erotic. X Rated. And I want photos of my perfect girl and her perfect pussy.” Nick crawls on the bed and pulls the gown up higher, exposing your cunt to the cooler air. “I love when she’s all wet and warm.” He kisses the inside of your thighs as he plants your legs, knees bent, on the bed.

“There she is, hmm, look how aroused you are already. So wet,” he ran a finger up and down your slit, causing you to tilt your hips up. He snapped a photo of your glistening pussy, then another with his finger on your clit.

You whimper as he puts down his phone and begins to eat you like it's his last fucking meal. Moving between licking your arousal and sucking on that little pearl of nerves to get more wetness to leak out. Without warning, two fingers are in your pussy, and you cry out.

“Fuck, taking my fingers so well, sucking me back in. Fuck you look good.” Another photo taken. Nick doesn’t stop fingering you, making sure to rub his thumb over your clit.

“Video,” you gasped.

“What?”

“Take a video. You can listen to how wet my pussy is for you,” you groan.

He doesn’t stop pumping his thick fingers into your heat as he grabs his phone and begins to record. The sounds of your sopping wet cunt being finger fucked to hell along with your symphony of moans are recorded for his future pleasure, the video of your face twisted in ecstasy for future reference. “God, baby, you look so fucking good, fucking goddess in my bed.”

“Gonna cum,” you wail.

“Do it,” he ordered. Your body sang for him as you crested the peak. You were gone, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Nick helped bring your down before he teased the tip of his cock through your folds. Click, another picture. Video as he pushed his amazing cock through your entrance, watching as it was swallowed by your pussy.

Another picture, another memory of him seated deep within you. “Hang on baby.” He clipped the phone to the holder that was placed there earlier. He could see that it was pointed right where you both were joined together. He wrapped your legs around his waist, and he began to pump, thrust, in and out, letting every ridge hit your walls.

Your tits bounced as he fucked you. It was better than porn because it would be with you and him, this moment of intimacy captured forever.

His thumb drew small circles of your clit as he continued. “Nicky,” you moan, “almost there.”

“Yeah, feels good baby. So gorgeous, taking my cock so well. I can feel you fluttering. Cum for me YN. Be a good girl and cum.”

That was it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and detonate, squeezing his cock so hard that he groaned and filled you with his warmth. So much so that his cum leaked from between your pussy and his cock.

“Shit, wanna see this,” Nick mumbled. His took his phone and filmed as he withdrew, watching as his cum leaked out and dripped onto the bed below. “Fuck, that is so hot,” he said. He took a photo and shut his phone off, turning his attention back to you.

“Asleep,” he whispered as he saw you with your eyes closed and breathing deeply. He smirked a little. Fucked her to sleep was something he should have put on the list but now that he’s accomplished it, it was unnecessary.

He saved all the photos and videos into a protected folder before getting up and getting a soft cloth to clean you up. He looked at the clock. Almost lunchtime. He would get up and make you something to eat before continuing with their Sunday. She was a star now, and he would treat her like one today.

Taglist

@patzammit @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @atoosa22 @tinkerbelle67

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans #the ABCs of nick Vaughn #nick vaughn x reader #chris evans fanfiction #nick vaughn smut #nick vaughn x you #before we go au #chris evans fic #chris evans smut #chris evans au

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Hi!

I'm that anon who sent the monoma request for your other page, I'm sorry about that.

So, uhm, yea if you're still okay with that, can I have some headcanons with neito and a reader who's love language is biting?

Have a nice day

When Your Love Language Is Biting || Neito Monoma x reader

Masterlist ⚜

A/n : THANK YOU so much for this request ! I love Neito so much ! 😍 I didn't know if you wanted it SFW or SNFW so I did both. the NSFW part is under the cut 😂

Warning : Biting and NSFW under the lemon cut :')

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 807

SFW :

You've always had this strange way of expressing your affection by biting people, kind of like a kitten

At first you didn't want to do it for fear that he would laugh at you. He's Neito Monoma from class B after all

He was always putting down the A class in his long, loud and provocative tirade dripping with sarcasm

This is why he is often knocked out by Kendo

What pushed you to take the plunge was the fact that although he looked to the untrained eye like a nutcase, he was calm and gentle when he wasn't in class A or when he was just with you

You were happy to see that he wasn't just vocal and eccentric

The first time you did it was one day when he looked all smug for his own good. So you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders before nibbling the top of his ear

He made a hilarious leap forward

"What are you doing creep ?"

He kind of liked it

The pink that came to his ear and the way his heart skipped a beat exposed him

It was something you did more and more often and you had your tricks to get your way

Pretending that you had learned something shameful about the A class to whisper in his ear and once again table the opportunity to nibble his lobe

As usual he squeaks and turns red before calling you "creep" or "weirdo"

But you know better than to believe his words over his tomato red face

Kendo is very happy she doesn't have to knock him out anymore, you just have to bite him on the ear or neck and he calms down

He got used to it pretty quickly and if one day you don't bite him somewhere he'll feel bad and think you'll leave him :(

Please do bite him or he'll cry at night :(

If you forget during the day he will be a bit more biting ( pun unintended ) with you his remarks being more sarcastic than usualI

If you realize why he's acting this way you'll fix it quickly by biting him on the neck or on his bottom lip after kissing him

If you do he'll be putty in your hands

If you don't he'll grab you and pull you against him and you can try to squirm out of his grip but he won't let you go if you don't bite him

"Is your stupidity such that you even forget to do this ?"

He really likes this proof of affection which is original and stands out of the other ways, a bit like him

It's not only you who shows affection in your relationship

It would not be fair

When you are alone he makes it a point to return all the affection you show him during the day

NSFW :

Besides, if you thought he was smug in his daily life, well, your opinion changed radically when you saw him in action in bed

He was insufferable but you loved him anyway

He was always wearing this shit-eating grin, shamelessly smirking down at you whether you were giving him a head or he was thrusting into you, his forearms resting on either side of your head to keep him steady as he moved above you

And if a sound has the misfortune to leave your mouth you will hear him sneer

"I know that I'm good no need to scream it to my face" / t

Sometimes you have to bite him to stop his teasings

Like he'll tease you until you beg for him to touch you. But if you feel like a brat like him you'll bite him to make him give out

Bite his shoulder or neck as he is fingering you languidly, his fingers merely touching this spot that makes you scratch his back

You also like to gently bite his inner thigh as you get on your knees

Even when you're sucking him you like to carefully graze your teeth on his cock

This makes him cum so fast he doesn't even understand how

Makes him really blushy and ashamed

You also bite each other shoulders to ground yourselves when he shoves his dick fast and deep inside of you

Sometimes he even puts his in your mouth asking to bite it while he pounds into you

Bravo he has a biting kink now

All this biting leaves purple and red marks all over you guys bodies and it's not the licking you do around it that's going to erase the beautiful bites left there

Hopefully neither of you care about it and proudly wear the marks the other has left on your body, knowing that you both match

What a powerful couple

A/n : That was really fun to do 🌊 I hope you guys liked it ! 🍞🧈 Again my requests are open 🥤🍷

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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gremlintheslut · 1 year

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The shields little girl

Chapter 5 ∆ heat day 2

Master list(main pinned)

Don't repost, translate, etc my work without my consent

Warnings: restraints, listening to people have sex, unprotected sex, shower sex, daddy kink, ddlg, toys(vibrator),

I woke just like the last sweaty and dizzy. I want to wake up my alphas but we were up late and I want them to get some sleep. I roll over and try to fall back asleep but I fail miserably. After 40 minutes I gave up on sleep and just laid there awake as the pain I felt before returned. "you alright sweetheart?" I hear Dean mumble pulling me closer to him. "can't sleep" I say briefly. "why not?" he says half asleep. "hurts" I utter and he snaps awake.

He finally remembers I'm in heat. He sits up and looks down at my sweaty desperate face. He looks at the 2 men sleeping soundly next to us. "shower?" he whispers and I nod my head sitting up. We walk well more like tiredly stumble to the bathroom. He shut the door behind us and I begin to remove my clothes. I turn around now fully naked he has just finished getting undressed. He puts his hands on my waist and guides us to the shower.

Once we're in, he pushes me against the tile wall. He turns on the shower and we both get blasted with cold water. We both squirm to get away from the freezing-cold torture chamber that is the shower. I step onto the tile flooring of the bathroom and can't help but giggle at what had just happened. Dean laughs with me. He turns on some hot water and grabs my waist once again. His lips attach to mine as we wait for the water to heat up. I feel his tongue glide against my lip asking to enter. I part my lips and feel his tongue on mine.

We fight for dominance even though we both know who will win. His right-hand moves from my waist and dips into the water streaming from the shower head. After only a second his hand returns to my waist and pulls us under the now lukewarm water. He once again pushes me against the tile wall and we both stay put. I feel his erection poking my stomach. Both his hands move to the back of my thighs. "jump" he mutters against my lips. I do as he asks and he catches me. I wrap my legs around his waist and I feel his tip at my entrance.

He slowly pushes into me and I moan against his mouth. Inch by inch he goes in until he's balls deep in me. I moan and press my face into the crook of his neck. He slowly pulls out and thrust back in continuously. He picks up the pace quite quickly and begins to pound me into the wall. "fuck, you feel so good baby" he groans in my ear as he fucks my cunt hard and fast. I am unable to form any words at all.

Then my eyes go wide as someone bangs on the bathroom door. "hurry up or I'm peeing off the balcony!" roman yells through the door and we hear heavy foots walking away. I look at Dean my face redder than a tomato and he chuckles shaking his head at Reigns' words. I let out a particularly loud moan as he hits my spot. "right there" I almost yell. "right here?" he says hitting my spot hard over and over again. "yes, fuck!" I moan. I know Roman and Seth are both awake and hearing all of this and I don't care.

I feel a thumb rub against my clit and I feel the familiar coil in my lower tummy tighten. "daddy I'm gonna cum!" I cry out loudly wanting Roman and Seth to hear. The coil gets tighter and tighter as Dean keeps fucking me. "cum for me doll face" he says on the verge of his very own orgasm. With those five words, I clench around him and come undone as his warm seed fills me. He kisses me on the cheek. "you did so well" he says as he picks up a washcloth and helps clean me up.

Time skip 35 mins later

I'm dry and have my clothes on now. I walk towards the door and unlock it before opening it. Then I hear Seth and Roman giving both me and Dean a slow clap as we walk out of the bathroom. "shut up" I mumble my face turning red. I feel Romans' arms wrap around my waist. "did you want us to hear?" he whispers into my ear. "Didn't you have to pee?" I say try to get away. "I told you I would pee off of the balcony, now answer the question" he replies. "so what if I did?" I say a smirk appearing on my lips.

"you admit it?" Seth asks. "yeah I do," I say more confidently than I had meant to. I look at Seth's face and for a moment I feel proud at how flustered he looks. Then I feel Romans' erection poking against me as he pulls me towards the bed. I feel my heart race as he pins me to the bed. "fucking whore" he growls against my neck. I see Dean walking over with something in his hand. I know I'm in for it when I finally realize what it is. He's holding handcuffs. When he reaches the bed he grabs my arms and Roman pulls away from my neck to get out of his way. Dean pins my arms above my head and puts the handcuffs on me. "too tight?" he asks and I shake my head. "what's your safe word?" "red" "good girl" he kisses my cheek and takes a step back looking at me.

Roman continues his assault on my neck and I notice Seth is gone. Then I see him. Out of the corner of my eye, he is holding a familiar black bag. It's my bag of toys but not the kind I play with when I'm little. "you wanna explain angel?" Seth asks and I freeze up. "no?" I'm still frozen and can't defend myself in any way. Then he opens the bag. He chuckles as he looks into the very full bag. Roman pulls my pants and panties down in one movement. Then he removes my shirt leaving me fully nude. Seth pulls a wand vibrator. My face goes bright red but I can't help but feel excited. He inspects the toy before passing it to Roman. "you really are a whore" he says looking me in the eyes as he turns it on.

I feel him press it against my clit and I press my face against my arm to hide it. Dean grabs my chin and pulls my face back into their view. Roman puts it on the highest setting and I squirm as it's the first time I've ever used it on that setting. They watch me squirm all of them clearly amused. Roman grabs my waist to hold me still. "sit still princess" he warns and I try my best to keep still. I can't help but jolt every few seconds at the waves of pleasure I am receiving. I am already close to cuming. "daddy! Can I cum? Can I please cum?!" I cry loudly a few seconds away from my orgasm. "no" he answers bluntly. I try my best to hold back. "ple-ahh please?" I plead. But before he even answers me I tip over the edge. He keeps the vibrator on my clit as I come down from my high but turns it off when I'm done.

I open my eyes and see three furious faces staring at me.

"fuck"

Continued in the next chapter

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bokubear · 2 years

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Haikyuu!! — he sees you in the stands

❥ including ; atsumu miya, kageyama tobio, yamaguchi tadashi, oikawa toru

❥ genre ; fluff, comfort

❥ notes ; the happiness in their eye when they see you.. sigh.. i miss them

Atsumu had just landed a breathtaking jump float serve, ripping a point from the other teams fingertips with simply a palm. His fists rose to wave in the air, the crowds screamed his name—the feeling was ethereal. What was even better about the surreal effect? You. Your smiling face danced in his vision, hitting much harder than he’d hit the volleyball. He called your name despite knowing you wouldn’t hear. But somehow you did, waving down at him with flushed cheeks. This is what he played for. Not for the crowds and the publicity, but for you. And when he blew a kiss, gagging arose from his teammates, swooning from the stands, but you, you definitely caught it. His affection was just for you. Rest assured upon returning home, you were wrapped in a bear-hug, face littered with his kisses. Just for you.

Kageyama gets instantly boosted up. You’re far better than his hype playlist he keeps before big games, and he swore he heard you call his name—cheering him on. “Kageyama san’s so lucky to have Y/n san… I’m jealous.” Nishinoya pouted to Suga who offered a sheepish smile. “She’s our teams greatest cheeeleader.” Daichi added in, waving in your direction before the other teams serve. Nonetheless, the smug grin that adorned his features didn’t go unnoticed, leading to envious glares from Hinata and Tanaka. As the game came to an end with Karasuno stealing away the second set in eroded time, you were quick to go running into your boyfriends arms. However all the groans were numbed into a buzzing sort of sound, kissing the dark-haired man’s lips like it was your last. “What am I gonna do with you?” He mused, peering down at you now buried in his jersey. “You’re adorable..” — “What was that?” — “Huh? No-Nothing.”

Yamaguchi utterly drowns from embarrassment. He’s thrilled you’re there to see him play, but good lord is it nerve-wracking. You look so pretty and you’re watching him play and- ugh. Definitely nerve-wracking. “Yamaguchi, isn’t that Y/n?” The ever stoic Tsukishima glances to you, jabbing a finger in your direction as if Yaamguchi hadn’t been trying his hardest to stay focused on the game and not how captivating you were. “Mhm.” He hummed, clammy hands wiping at his shorts repeatedly. “Nervous, lover boy?” The blonde teases, earning a pitiful whine from the pinch-server. His phone ding suddenly, temporarily distracting him from his short-circuited brain. It’s your text, reading: ‘I know Tsuki is teasing you right now.. don’t worry, I’m your #1 fan!’ Yeah, if his face could get any redder he’d be welcomed in his mothers garden as a ripe tomato. Good luck on focusing now.

-maak

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dejwrites · 2 years

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✧˖*°࿐ synopsis + warnings — just been thinking about skater boy!yuji ( skater boy!yuji, her/she pronouns, black reader, mentions of scars, mentions of broken bones, fluff, a little angst, & a lil suggestive content, yuji is aged up, lowercase intended )

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currently thinking about skater boy yuji itadori who spends the majority of his time at the skate park with his friends. the hot summer skin slapping against his skin as he skated around attempting to do new tricks. he has broken multiple bones due to his reckless skateboarding, but he's an adrenaline junkie so he always goes right back to the same spot. even snapping a picture to post on instagram, quoting it 'here's where i fractured my wrist a couple months ago'.

skater boy!yuji whose the first out of his friends at the skate park that was littered with different people trying to claim a perfect ramp to try out or the spot closest away from the sun. the pink-haired boy always goes to the same skate rink that many people were intimidated to try. which wasn't the best judgment considering his older brother warned him that he wasn't sitting in the emergency room with him again if he broke another bone due to his hobby.

thinking about skater boy!yuji who has a scar on his face because he faceplanted the ground harshly after a poorly executed skate trick. many girls' hearts tend to flutter even seeing the scar as he walks by them just to plant a kiss on your lips as you're dropping off the thrasher bookbag he left at your place. the same skater boy who your pussy literally do backflips as you watch him bring the end of his graphic t-shirt to his face to wipe the sweat off his face. which this action would expose his extremely toned torso to everyone at the skatepark.

thinking about skater boy!yuji who attempts to teach you how to ride a skateboard and heart nearly dropped in his ass when you fell. it took a cool ten minutes to ensure him that you were okay and wanted to try again. (choso sitting on the side yelling he's not sitting in the emergency room because of both of y'all)

skater boy!yuji who has a customized skateboard deck with your initials and a picture of you and him. a lot of the guys call him corny and tease him and all yuji can do is smile like a dork while his cheeks are as red as a tomato

skater boy!yuji whose music playlist consists of rap and alternative. even some r&b songs that you suggested

skater boy!yuji who heart nearly leaped out his damn chest when tony hawk responded to his twitter comment !!

skater boy!yuji who comes to your apartment with a new cut or scratch on his body and his ass never know where he got it. like he'll tear his shirt off and you're mentioning the long ass cut on his back and he's just brushing it off as if it's nothing

skater boy!yuji who works full-time at a skate shop !! he's literally the coolest employee ever. been employee of the month three times in a row. he's always suggesting stuff for customers. hell, he'll even go outside and show off his skateboard trick he has been practicing on for weeks to customers. you always drop by to come see him, occasionally dropping off lunch for him or breakfast when he's the shop opener. usually, when you visit it always ends in a quite unique way. on slow days, which yuji's flipping the open sign to close and leading you right in the back just because his eyes seem to linger at your plump thighs in your skirt. in the back of the shop bent over a couple boxes filled with thrasher shirts and beanies. yuji's has the ends to his shirt up to his mouth, his teeth biting down on the fabric as hips thrust forward towards the plumpness of your ass. he's holding back the desirable groan as his large hands grasp at your waist. such an explicit moment with choked up moans and breathless mumbles of i love you's. which two days after the naughty moment, yuji's getting called in the office by megumi's whose trying to figure out how to delete footage from their camera footage.

idk i just feel skater boy!yuji would be an amazing boyfriend !!

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