#drabbles
requested by @coppertopging : Jackson + aphrodisiac
Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Word Count: 1405
‘Hey Jacky, i’m home!’, you yelled as you slipped out of your shoes, your hand leaning against the hallway wall of your shared apartment for balance. You felt a bit drained from a long day at work until suddenly a delicious smell caught your attention.
You shuffled towards the place effusing the aroma that was curling into your nostrils, only to find your boyfriend in an apron and pottering around the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him reading a recipe out of one of the cooking books you got from your mom when you and Jackson decided to move in together. He was so concentrated he didn’t even notice you getting home.
You cleared your throat not so subtly so he’d snap out of his cooking bubble and find you watching him with an amused grin plastered on your face.
‘Oh? ____-, i didn’t hear you coming in baby!’
The wide, genuine smile you adored so much spread across his handsome face as he dropped everything to walk over to you an give you a proper greeting by pulling you into his strong arms and lovingly placing a kiss on your lips.
‘What’s all this for?’, you asked him curiously.
Jackson scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion as he leaned back to see your face, his arms still around your waist.
‘What do you mean what’s this for?’
‘Well you usually don’t c-‘
You stopped right in the middle of your sentence. Oh no. You didn’t forget another anniversary, did you? That’d be disastrous! You shuddered when you remembered the last time you forgot an important date… You bit your lip in agony as you waited for his reaction, but a very overexaggerated pout was the only thing that followed. That wasn’t too bad, right? Nothing like being tied to the bed and being denied orgasm after orgasm after orgasm for the rest of the night. Never again do you want to experience such torture.
‘Can’t i do something nice for my lady just because i want to?’, he sulked as he looked at you with those bright puppy eyes.
‘Ahw baby ofcourse!’, you cooed as you pinched his cheeks before pecking a quick kiss on his pouty lips. ‘You’re so sweet!’
‘Well yeah! ‘Cause that’s just the man i am, you know. You’re so lucky to have me as a boyfriend, doing all that stuff spontaneously without any hidden motives, i’m the be-‘
You silenced him with a finger on his lips so he’d stop talking for a second.
‘Okay. What’s your deal Jackson, spill it.’
‘Deal? What deal? I really am just doing this to spoil my pretty princess.’, he kept looking at you all innocently like that, big eyes, puffy cheeks, pouty lips. Yeah, he was definitely up to something.
You rolled your eyes and snorted as he skipped towards the kitchen again, pulled out a big plate out of the fridge and handed you a glass of red wine.
You took a sip as you leaned against the counter and watched him carefully.
‘Seriously Jackson, what are you up to?’
‘Me? Nothing babe, i swear. Here, have an oyster!’, he exclaimed excitedly, picking up the giant plate and holding it in front of your nose. Oysters. No kidding.
‘You…You bought oysters? Do we eat that? How do we eat that?’
‘Uhh…I’m not sure myself…I heard you need to do it like this, hold on.’
He put down his glass of wine to crack one open, revealing a blubbery mollusk inside the shell. You both stared at it with an unsure expression.
‘Okay, so…You need to get it loose from the shell…like this…and then gulp it down in one go.’
He brought the shell to his lips and let the blubber slide inside of his mouth. His eyes immediately widened and you could swear you saw him turning pale.
You slapped your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter when his expression continued to grow in horror.
‘How-how does it taste babe?’, your voice trembled as you tried your best to hold down a snicker.
Jackson kept chewing and turning the oyster around in his mouth and he looked like he wanted to throw up.
‘Delicious. S-so good.’, he managed to choke out inbetween disgusted gags.
‘Really? In that case i think you should have another one.’, you kept grinning as you started to crack open another shell.
You were having way too much fun with this. It’s his own fault for being such a bluff.
‘N-not necess-hmp!’, he smashed his hand in front of his mouth, trying to stifle another gag, but it was no use.
He ran towards the sink to immediately spit out the chawed oyster and yell ‘Gross!’.
You blinked innocently at him this time. ‘What’s wrong baby? Weren’t they that delicious after all?’
He glared at you for a moment before looking at the full plate of oysters laying, waiting in a mountain of ice.
‘Won’t you try one?’, he asked you hopefully, putting on his best puppyface for you again.
‘I think i’ll pass.’
He sighed in regret.
‘These were so expensive… I thought they’d be delicious, why else would they cost that much?! How can people enjoy those?’
You laughed and patted your boyfriend on the crest of his head. He looked adorable sulking like that.
‘Well, you tried. But why buy them if you don’t know whether we’d like it?’
His pout vanished immediately, making place for an alerted expression.
‘No reason! Just…wanted to try it sometime. Guess that one flopped huh, my bad haha.’
You furrowed your brows in suspicion again.
‘Jackson, you’re acting weird. I mean, you’re not acting like yourself.’
‘Nonsense babycakes! Let me just take this out of the oven, hold on.’
Babycakes? Something was definitely up and you were sure to go crazy if you didn’t know what in the next 10 minutes.
Now you knew what smelled so good it made your mouth water as he pulled the ovendish out and placed it on the cooking range. He made Chicken PiriPiri aka hot and spicy chicken. It looked so good and delicious you almost forgot your mission. But then it hit you.
‘Baby, this looks amazing but don’t you hate too spicy food? I see a lot of chilipeppers in there.’
‘What? Me? No, i love spicy food babe. Could eat it all day.’
‘You threw up once when we went for the spiciest korean dish in the restaurant.’
‘That place was very unsanitary, i just got foodpoisening.’
‘No you didn’t, i had the exact same thing and i was completely fine!’
And then it started to dawn on you. Red wine…Oysters…Chilipeppers… You thought deeply and the little gears in your mind were running at full speed. You were onto something.
‘Jackson…What’s for dessert?’, you asked, suspecting.
‘How did you know i-‘
‘What is it?’
‘Moelleux au chocolat…’
You gasped loudly and pointed an accusing finger at him as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.
‘You’re feeding me hornyfood!’
‘What?! I would never!’
You remembered clearly now. Just last week you were reading an article in your favourite magazine about aphrodisiacs, food that sparks the sexual appetite. Oysters, chilipeppers and chocolate were definitely in that list.
‘You’ve read my magazine haven’t you?’
‘What magazine?’
‘Jackson!’
He held up his hands as he finally surrendered, giving up trying to hide his true motives.
‘Okay, okay! You’re right, i read your magazine. Thought i’d give it a try.’, he shrugged sheepishly, a halfly apologetic smile on his face.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a giggle. It was sweet somehow, despite the fact he tried to trick you.
‘Baby…You know i don’t need all that to get in the mood…’, you softly said as you approached him further.
‘I know but…’
‘Why would i need oysters when my biggest aphrodisiac is standing right in front of me?
Jackson gulped but curled his arms around you nonetheless.
‘I’m only hungry for you’, you whispered before leaning in and crashing your lips on his in a heated kiss.
‘Good, because i don’t think i’d be able to eat that spicy chicken anyway.’, he grinned as you separated for a second to catch your breaths.
You chuckled amused. The lengths this guy would go to once he had his mind set on something…
‘Well let’s skip right to dessert then.’
Writer: Admin C
Warnings: smut
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” Irene says shyly, barely audible enough for you to hear. She bites her lip and looks up at you through the curtain of hair in front of her face.
“What would that be?”
“I think it’s called… Scissoring,” she whispers the last part, her cheeks flaming to a bright red color. With a chuckle you nod in understanding.
“Of course gorgeous, come here,” you say, motioning for her to come closer. She stands on her knees, slowly crawling over to you, where she instantly pushes her lips to yours in a kiss.
“Alright, put your legs like this on mine,” you say, pulling away and putting one of her legs over your hip while the other one goes underneath. You scoot closer until both yours and her pussies are touching. Taking her leg and bending it it to her chest, you start to move your hips. The simple sensation instantly caused a string of moans to escape your lips.
“Does that feel good baby?” you ask, noticing Irene’s face scrunch up tastefully. She nods hastily. Taking her delicate hands, she reaches back and grabs the back of your thighs, aiding you in pushing you into her harder, eliciting more pleasure. You can feel how wet she is against your own wetness, the fact sending a new bout of pleasure coursing through you.
Falling back into your elbows, you continue moving your hips up and down. Not satisfied, Irene moves hers too, doubling the amount of stimulation you both receive. This continues for a few more minutes, until you stop moving, pulling your legs away.
Without a word, you flip over so that your mouth is on Irene’s sweet entrance.
“Oh god,” she moans, tangling her fingers into your hair and pulling. You fight against the pull, licking continuously up and down her wetness, licking up all of her sweet juices.
“Harder,” she begs, pushing your head instead of pulling. The breath is ripped from her lungs when your full lips close around her clit and you suck on it, tongue peeking out and making her gasp.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, trying to buck into your face but your hands firmly hold her hips down and keep her still.
She pulls and tugs on the couch cushions below her as your toungue works wonders on her. You lick between her folds and slurp up every drop of her wetness, sucking on her clit like a sweet lollipop. Irene’s eyes shoot open and she almost screams, almost, when two of your fingers slowly push inside of her without a warning. She has your mouth sucking on her thigh and your fingers pumping in and out of her at the slowest pace.
“Baby please,” Irene whines helplessly. “Please.”
You pull away, but push your fingers deep inside of her. You curl your fingers and she mewls, almost kicking you in the head. You laugh, pulling away.
“Okay okay baby,” you sit yourself up. “I’ll stop now. Sorry.”
Leaning over her again, you push your knee up in between her thighs, teasing her clit with the friction. You bring your mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as you move your leg back and forth.
“Oh fuck,” she manages in between sloppy kisses, creeping closer and closer to her orgasm as her juices wet your leg. In order to send her over, you move your leg and pinch her clit with your fingers, taking your other fingers and pushing them back inside of her. Massaging the nerves harshly, you’re both shocked when your fingers are forced out of her with her orgasm. You sit up straight in astonishment, getting soaked as you watch her body jerk. Once she’s finished, she curls up on the couch.
“Oh God,” her body shudders in over sensitivity when you go back down on her to clean her up. You lick her clean of any juices and come. Then, with a sweet kiss to her forehead you fall onto your back on the couch.
“My turn,” you say, lifting your head so she can see your smirk. With a smile, she gets up and goes down to finish you.
Cuddling with Jun *with a plot*
warning - mentions of miscarriage
- jun wasn’t so emotional when you first met him even until you both got married, he barely shows his defenceless side to you
- however, when you discovered your first pregnancy, he began to weaken his wall and cry with you
- it’s said that husbands that love their spouses too much will experience the pregnancy symptoms instead of their wives
- you didn’t know how it happened but one day you woke up in an ambulance, soaked in red liquid
- Jun was gripping onto your hand like his life was depended on it and you realized that you had a first-trimester miscarriage
- after that incident, your life turned bleak and nothing could lighten up your mood, even your husband
- eventually, jun brought you to see a therapist and he sat down the whole session to understand the situation
- since then, he knew you’d post-miscarriage depression
- he took off work very frequently to keep you company at home and with your family’s support, you were able to see the rainbow once again
- it took you and your husband, Jun, three months to recover.
- you felt like the whole thing couldn’t get better without your husband’s constant and devoted heart in helping you
- now, you two can sleep with ease every night and on top of that, god has blessed you and Jun with new family members
- you just recently gave birth to a pair of twins; a boy and a girl
- “Phew, they finally stopped crying,” jun said, climbing the bed to be next to you
- There was a thin layer of sweat just now but Jun must’ve taken a bath before joining you in the bed
- “You’ve worked hard. Thank you,” you hugged him around his waist and clasped your hands together behind him
- Jun looked at your face and smiled, “I didn’t do much, you did everything,”
- he didn’t change in the eyes of others but as his wife, you knew he’s grown a lot matured in a span of a year
- he’s less spending time outside with his friends and made up time he’s at work by helping take care of the twins
- although it was a novel experience, he was willing to learn and improve
- “Y/N, i don’t wish for you to forget our first child but don’t be too sad about it and blame yourself for losing him. we were probably new to pregnancy and i was ignorant about it that we couldn’t manage to keep him safe,”
- rubbing your shoulder to supply comfort, he added
- “you are strong, even stronger than i am for bearing those tough days. Let’s live happily from now on and don’t let the past waste our time,” you heard him clear and you nodded
- snuggling closer to his warmth, you didn’t hold back your tears as they wet jun’s pyjama
- he silently patted your back until you yawned
- “go to sleep, i’ll check on the twins after that,”
- he ended your day with a tender forehead kiss and a phrase
- “i hope to wake up to a smile tomorrow. I love you, Y/N”
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Tom Hiddleston Sexy Prompts
Drabbles/Fics I wrote based on 410 SMUT PROMPTS on Tumblr.
I asked for up to 3 numbers and a Tom Hiddleston character for me to work with.
I am NOT taking any more requests for now.
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Tom Hiddleston (and characters) Smut Prompts Requests
All stories are 18+. Warnings and content on each post.
Links under the cut.
Unprofessional - Tom Hiddleston
Bathroom Break - Dom!Tom Hiddleston
Dark and Dirty - Father Hiddleston
Yes, Ma'am - Sub!Tom Hiddleston
Are You a Virgin, Hazeldine? - Bill Hazeldine
You Want To Be a Brat? - Dom!Professor Hiddleston (part I)
Then This Is What You Get - Dom!Professor Hiddleston (part II)
The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine and made you tremble, not from fear, but excitement. It made your panties wetter than they already were, and you had to rub your legs together to bring your throbbing pussy a little amount of relief.
“You knew that little stunt earlier would bring consequences, darling,” he said as he prowled around you. “Your disregard for rules is worrisome, perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” He came to a stop and towered over you. “Or perhaps that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Punishment.”
Another rush of juices came out of your cunt. “Rules are made to be bent, aren’t they?” you said before you could stop yourself, as if you weren’t in enough trouble.
Tom pushed on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel down. “That’s your place. Hands behind your back,” he ordered while he undid his pants.
His cock was not yet on full hardness, but its head was read and swollen. You licked your lips at the sight and reached out to touch it, but Tom stopped you with a firm grip on your hair.
“I said, hands behind your back,” he repeated.
You nodded and put your hands behind your lower back. Involuntarily, you wiggled, once again trying to bring some relief to your pussy. Your panties were soaked and the usual roughness of the lace was lost.
Tom caught your squirm and cupped your chin. “If I catch you touching yourself…”
“Then I won’t let you catch me?” you said with a fake tone of innocence.
“Mouthy,” he chuckled. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Gripping your hair, he poked your lips with his cock. You opened your mouth for him, and he shoved himself down your throat in one move.
“That feels so good,” he mused. “Not just your mouth, but you shutting up.”
You glared at him, but made no attempt to move.
“Now, that’s better.”
He started slow, his half hard cock getting bigger and harder with each thrust, until he was able to slide all the way down your throat. He kept his slow pace, leaving barely the tip of his cock on your lips and sliding in till your nose touched his skin. You moaned around him, and writhed in his grasp trying to get some kind of friction.
Tom smiled down at you, knowing exactly what was going on in your head.
“So desperate, but you know this only ends with me filling your belly,” he purred, moving your head back and forth. “Work for it, slut.”
You looked at him and nodded, sucking and licking as he moved. He praised your efforts, praised your skilled mouth around him. And you sucked harder, desperate for him to cum, for him to end this torture so you could cum too. It worked!
Tom fucked your mouth faster, his cock twitched on your tongue. You looked up at him with an expression that clearly said “pleeeeaaassseee!!!”, and he smiled, satisfied. Rope after rope of hot cum spurted in your mouth and down your throat. He didn’t let go of your hair until he was sure you had swallowed that very last drop.
“Thank you, sir!” you whimpered in a raspy voice as soon as his cock left your mouth. “Please? Please, may I cum now?”
Tom pulled you up and tore your clothes off. “I am not nearly done with you.”
It was a calculated risk to crash his class wearing a skirt and no panties, but you were feeling bratty. His voice never faltered, he never lost track of his speech, but the fire in his eyes and the tent in his pants were a dead give away. He was going to punish you, but you didn’t care, at least not while flashing him your pussy from the front row as he paced around the room.
You even dared to touch yourself before the class was dismissed! The nerve!
As soon as he ended the presentation, the class started to walk out. You stayed put on your seat until the room was empty and the door locked.
“Is this too much?” you asked, opening your legs wide for him while feigning innocence.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing, and the rules you’re breaking.”
“But you liked it!” you said with a pout. “Your hard-on can be seen from the moon!”
Tom looked down to his pants and smirked. “And I know exactly what I am doing about it right now.”
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. Your cunt gushed! He was about to have his way with you and nothing made you wetter, ever.
“Where are your panties?” he said.
“In- in my bag.”
“Put them on.”
Nodding, you did as you were told. But you had only pulled them halfway up your thighs when he grabbed you and pushed you face forward on the desk. Without warning, he pushed his hard cock in your cunt and fucked the lights out of you. Your moans and whimpers mixed with the indecent squelching of your dripping cunt being ravaged, and with the desk squeaking under your weight.
Your juices were dripping down your legs, and your cunt squeezed his cock. He was fucking you hard, and surely the table would leave a mark on your legs. And you lovedit!
“Don’t you dare come, you slut.” He emphasised his words with a slap on your ass.
“Please!!!” you yelped.
But he did not budge. His pace increased and his cock swelled up. He pulled your hair to keep you in place as he came, filling your cunt with his seed. Your legs were jelly, and you were trembling from head to toe, waiting for him to allow you to cum. But he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled out and pulled your panties up. Your juices and his cum got the fabric wet and sticky. You turned your head and glared at him over your shoulder.
“Are you serious?” you spat.
“I am,” he said with a cocky smile.
Using your hair, he pulled you to a standing position and fixed your clothes for you. You were still shaking, on the edge of orgasm and angry as hell.
“Don’t even give me that face. You want to be a brat? Then this is what you get.” He smirked at you as he smoothed your hair down. “Don’t you dare clean up until I get home, I’ll deal with you then.” He leaned closer and growled menacingly in your ear. “Rest assured, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
The sounds coming from the bathroom were easily recognizable, even beyond the noise of the shower hitting the tub. What was strange was that they were coming from Tom, who wasn’t the most vocal person. Now, his moaning was loud, and gravelly, and sexy and… fuck!!
Very quietly, you entered the bathroom, immediately closing the door. Peeking in the curtain, you watched Tom stroke his soapy cock, back and forth. His forehead was touching the wall, one of his legs was perched on the tub lip, and water was falling on his back.
He was close, the muscles in his back rippling with each move of his hand and his hips. He moaned again, on a higher pitch this time. His hips spasmed and he came, his seed splattered the walls. With a happy satisfied sigh, he finished washing himself and turned the water off.
You stood by the sink, waiting for him.
“Holy shit!” He jolted in surprise when he saw you standing there. His face turned a bright shade of red. “What- what are you-”
“Were you masturbating?” you asked.
“What?!?!” he sputtered.
You cocked your head to the side. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan this loud, and honestly I’m kinda bummed, because it was hot as fuck and I wish you did it when you’re fucking me.” As you spoke, you pulled your panties off.
Tom looked at you, still embarrassed, but your panties pooled on the floor made his cock twitch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d like it. I mean… it’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Why? Your voice is like dark chocolate. And it goes straight to my pussy when you talk.” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, dirty talk was his weakness, as was being told what to do. You faced the mirror and put one leg on the counter. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, Thomas.” You looked at him in the misty mirror, and removed your shirt over your head.
Tom growled softly. His cock was half hard already. “Wow - I didn’t realize you were that… flexible.”
“I can do much more than this, Tom. But right now I want you to fuck me and I want to hear you moan. Loud!”
You turned your head to look at him and he gulped.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a little voice and stood behind you, holding your hips.
Looking at your reflection in the mirror, he rubbed his cock on your pussy. The friction made him moan, but he held back.
You grabbed his cheeks. “What did I say, Thomas?”
He gulped and nodded. His cock rubbed your pussy again, and he did not hold back the low moan that came with it. The harder he got, the louder he moaned. When he finally entered her cunt, he was relaxed enough to whimper.
You almost came right there and then, but held it back. “Fuck me, Tom.”
He nodded at you and held you firmly, fucking you with increasing speed. At first he wanted to hold back the noise, but you told him not to. So he started moaning, whining, whimpering, in his usual low voice, then getting higher the closer he was to his orgasm.
He sounded beautiful.
“Fuck, fuck fuuuck!! Tom!!” you moaned.
You were close, and so was he. One last shaky thrust and you came, your cunt milking his orgasm out of him. And he came screaming. Your leg slipped from the counter and he held you up, both still trembling in the afterglow.
You looked at him in the mirror. “I need a shower now, when I get out, I want you naked on the bed.”
Tom nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
He may seem all sweet and innocent, but behind closed doors that boy is dark and dirty.
That warning fell short. Behind closed doors, Fr. Hiddleston was dark, dirty, devious, cunning, evil. Yes, evil. Something the patrons coming to mass every sunday did not see behind his facade of rectitude, wisdom, and goodness.
Perhaps he had to balance that shroud of righteousness that came with putting on his cassock every day. Because it took a very special kind of kinky to restrain your limbs to the bed and use all kinds of contraptions to keep you on the edge of orgasm without letting you fall, only to fuck you for what it seemed to be hours afterwards.
You weren’t the first, you wouldn’t be the last. But you were there now, and by God, you were going to enjoy it.
“Father, please!” you whined, tears already rolling down your face in pure despair.
“Ah, look at you, stretched out and trembling,” he said in that low voice of his.
“Please, no more, Father! I need-”
“You need what?” he teased, hovering over you, wearing a smile that came from hell itself.
“I need you inside of me, I need your cock, I need to cum on your cock! Please, Father!” You squirmed on the bed, trying to close your legs, give yourself a bit of relief. But the ropes kept you in place.
“Ask and you shall receive,” he mused, teasing your pussy with his cock, sliding it over your folds.
You screamed, bucking your hips up to increase the friction, or get him inside of you, or anything at this point.
“So desperate,” he purred against your neck. “I shall be merciful and end your suffering then.”
He finally - finally! - pushed his cock into your waiting cunt, and you nearly came right then and there. It only took him a couple of thrusts to send you over the edge. And that was only the start. He kept going, thrusting in and out, dragging his cock against your fluttering walls, not giving you a second to recover. He kept going, until the bed was creaking beneath you.
“I’d like to breed you, little dove. And by the way your cunt just spasmed around my cock, you’d like that!” He increased his pace, fucking you into the mattress. “So desperate for release, which I have given you. Now, so desperate for my cum. I shall give you that too.”
You nodded vigorously, unable to speak anymore.
Another orgasm crept upon you, leaving you tethering on the edge. Fr. Hiddleston coming inside your cunt was what sent you over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your whole body shook as if lightning had struck. You heard him speak, but his words made no sense to your fuzzy brain. All you could feel was the intense pleasure of being filled, and your cunt seemed to happily milk his cock for everything he got.
You stayed sprawled out and limp on the bed for long minutes, even after he released your ankles and wrists. Even after he cleaned you and himself, after he put his clothes back on and buttoned his cassock.
You laid there limp on the bed even when your door clicked shut, the promise of coming back tomorrow buzzing in your ears.
“The food looks delicious, but there’s something much more delicious I’d rather be having right now.”
Those words were your doom, they caused a rush of wetness to seep out of your bare pussy, and almost dripped down your legs. But you pushed your thighs firmly together.
Tom knew exactly the effect his voice had and smiled down at you. “Bathroom, 2 minutes.”
You nodded with a whimper, and speed walked out of the reception room. Once inside the bathroom, you sat on the counter and pulled your dress up. The thought of anyone else coming in and finding you wide open and dripping wet didn’t cross your muddled brain.
Tom might not have said it out loud, but his intent was crystal clear for you anyway.
A shiver ran down your spine when the door finally opened, and Tom walked in, locking the door behind him. His hungry eyes immediately scanned your pussy, and you opened your legs for him wider still.
“You look good all soaking wet.”
“Only for you, Sir!” you said.
Tom stood between your legs and kissed you. “Good girl.”
He crouched on the floor and grabbed your thighs. Normally, he would take his time, tease you, mark your skin and have your writhing before he even touched your pussy. But not tonight. Tonight he was mildly inebriated, and had been made to talk to too many inconsequential people. Knowing he couldn’t leave for at least another couple of hours, he needed to sate his hunger.
This was not the time for teasing. This was the time to bury his face in your pussy and devour you. And that’s exactly what he did.
His mouth covered your whole pussy while his tongue licked around your folds, from your entrance to your clit. His strong hands kept you in place as you squirmed. He puckered his lips and sucked your clit, drawing your first orgasm out of you.
“Do you want people checking what’s going on in here?” he purred, licking your pussy from end to end. You shook your head. “Don’t get too loud then.”
You whimpered and resorted to biting the back of your hand as he resumed his actions. His tongue was joined by his fingers, and he sent you into overstimulation. His mouth attached to your clit, his fingers fucked your cunt, playing with your g-spot. His pinky was teasing your asshole.
Keeping it down was near impossible, but if anyone came through that door, he’d stop. That was the last thing you wanted right now. Not when your orgasms were actually melting into each other, not able to ride back down from one when he was sending you into another.
By the time he was done, you were exhausted. You leaned against the mirror, your legs and arms dropping limp.
Tom looked at you, licking his lips and fingers.
“Delicious and gorgeous!!” he said. He stood up, leaning on the counter with his hands on each side of your hips. “We have to get back to the party, darling.”
“But… wait… you didn’t…” you panted, still out of breath.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he purred, and kissed your head. “I plan to fuck every single hole of yours as soon as we get home.”
“I wouldn’t disturb him during his breeding season if I were you,” Thor said, running behind you, trying to stop you. But you ignored him. “He asked to be left alone!”
“I DON’T CARE!” you bellowed, and forced yourself inside Loki’s room.
It was dark and cold, and the room smelled heavily of musk. Taking a shaky breath you walked towards the balcony, but before you could even touch the curtains, Loki barked.
“NO!”
“Loki-”
“I warned you,” he said in an uncharacteristically gravelly and cold voice. “You really shouldn’t come close to me while I’m in this state.”
Loki leaned forward, a tiny sliver of light fell on his face showing its blue color and rugged markings. Icy fear slid down your throat and you gulped hard, determined not to back out. You knew Loki was part Jotnar, and that specific part of his physiology manifested tenfold when going in his heat cycle. But he had never let you see him, locking himself in what usually was your bedroom.
“Not anymore, Loki,” you started. “I am your partner, your wife, and your claimed Omega!” You fought to keep your voice from shaking. “I am done taking heat suppressants and leaving you alone during your most vulnerable time! Would you do that to me?”
“Of course not-”
“Yet you have!” you interrupted. “I am at my most vulnerable right now, in the middle of my own heat! And you’re here…” your voice cracked. “Will you leave me alone again?”
Loki’s voice softened. “It’s for your own protection.”
You advanced to the bed, the robe you were wearing pooled at your feet as you revealed your naked body. “You would never hurt me, Loki.”
He took a deep breath and growled. He was able to smell your heat, your arousal. Your need. He could barely contain himself, and you tipped him over the edge as soon as you crawled on the bed and your scent took over his senses.
This wasn’t the playful love making, or the lustful fucking you were used to. This Loki was feral, unhinged, hungry, violent even. But, without the effect of the heat suppressants, your body was prepared for him, for his rough rutting, for his possessive hands. His lips devoured yours as he fucked you, and you wrapped your legs around him, giving him all the space he needed.
You cupped his face, forcing him to face you, looking into his red eyes and blue skin. Loki slowed down, maybe waiting for you to push him away and run. But that didn’t happen, you hugged him close to your chest.
“Breed me, my prince! I’m so ready for you!”
The pleading in your voice spurred him on. He groaned and moaned, his sharp teeth left marks on your shoulders and neck. He had claimed you already, but this felt like he was doing it all over again. Your cunt fluttered around his unusually cold girth, which grew colder and thicker. Lost in pleasure, Loki came within you, filling you with his seed, its coldness made you shiver. His swollen knot pulsed against your g-spot and sent you over the edge. You clung to his back, and shouted for him, with your legs flailing in the air.
Long seconds passed, Loki was still wedged inside of you, his knot keeping all his seed in your womb. It restricted movement, but you were never happier than when Loki was buried between your legs.
“You’re not scared.” He sounded surprised.
“I never was, my love,” you said, caressing his face with adoration. “I love you for everything you are. I am yours and you are mine.”
Loki smiled, flashing his pointy teeth. “I am yours and you are mine, my princess.”
He leaned down to kiss you, slowly at first, but didn’t take long until his kiss was passionate, deep and possessive. His knot was starting to subside, allowing him to move his hips, slowly fucking you once again.
You whimpered, in happiness, desire, love, need for him to start all over again. He took a deep breath, almost drinking in your smell. His toothy smile was not kind now, but feral.
“Oh, my princess, this has only started.”
The boy was stupid. Without a doubt. You could see it in his eyes every morning when you gave out instructions. But if there was someone with a severe case of morosexual, that was you. Everything he lacked in brain cells, he had it in deliciousness. He plagued your waking hours, and infiltrated your dreams. Everytime he spoke a word you just wanted to sit on his mouth, give him something better to do with his tongue. Whenever you watched him do a few laps around camp, you wondered if his fairly big cock, bouncing inside his shorts, was leaving his brain deprived of oxygen. And boy, did you want to sit on that too!
You had to do something about it, before he left.
His last day, you called him in your office, he was shaking like a leaf, dreading what you were going to say. He had screwed up so many times by now… It made you want to pull down his pants and spank him.
“Hazeldine…” you started. “You are leaving tomorrow and there’s something I need you to take care of before that. And I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional. ”
His eyes were blank, as if he didn’t understand one word of what you just said. He probably didn’t. Why is that so fucking hot?? The hell is wrong with you??
You stood up and locked the door, leaning on the desk right in front of him. “Are you a virgin, Hazeldine?” His eyes went wide and he stammered. “That is a yes. Are you into girls?”
He stuttered again, but managed to get out a clear, “yes.”
You smiled. “Have you ever even touched a woman?” He stammered again, turning as red as a ripe tomato. “I take that as a no.”
You watched him for a few more seconds, trying to come up with an approach. It had to be a direct one, the guy clearly wasn’t going to get subtleties.
“Hazeldine, I think it’s time you get rid of that V-card.”
“What?!!?” he sputtered, and turned even more red, if that was possible.
“I can’t help it, I want you. You’re dumb and infuriating, but you make me so horny!” you said, and took his hand, leading it under your skirt and on to your bare pussy. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” you asked, getting his fingers between your wet folds. “That’s my arousal, Hazeldine. That’s how horny you make me.”
He looked at you with his eyes wide as plates. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his usually empty head was now full of the images he had seen in porn movies, of wet pussies and eager women. You kept moving his hand, teasing yourself with his long fingers. The bulge in his pants was not to be ignored. You cupped it over his clothes and stroked his shaft.
“Fuck!!” he whimpered.
“I want to fuck you, Hazeldine. Are you okay with that?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Good boy, sit down.”
You pulled his shorts to his knees and pushed him on the chair. His cock stood tall and proud, and looked about to burst. You knew he wasn’t going to last, so you took him in your mouth, just to get his first orgasm out of the way. Which happened really fast. Then, you kept sucking until he was hard enough again. Oh, youth! Didn’t take long either.
Legs on either side of the chair, you impaled yourself with his cock. Bouncing up and down, you teased your clit, trying to reach your orgasm as fast as you knew he was going to cum.
“I can’t-! I can’t!!” His head was thrown back and he was panting, moaning like a whore in heat. He had watched his fair amount of porn, but he seemed to forget the women were the ones screaming in those videos.
You were close too. As soon as his cum coated your walls, you came, mumbling and moaning curses that were muffled by his high pitched scream.
Not exactly satisfied, but at least with that out of the way, you stood up. “Okay, that was fun!” you said, getting wet wipes to clean yourself.
Hazeldine just groaned, still laying back on the chair, half soft cock still out. He looked even more brainless than usual. Maybe that night, his last night, it wouldn’t be bad to have a round 2.
I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional around you.
That phrase resonated in your ears. Oh yeah, he wasn’t being professional at all right now, not with you bent over his desk and his cock pounding your cunt.
At first, you thought he was messing with you, a joke at your expense. Very unprofessional, and you fought back, dismissing his words.
Everyone knows I have a crush on you! And all of the sudden you have “feelings” for me? Fuck you, Hiddleston!
If you interrupt me one more time - so help me god!!
God can’t help you!!
That did it. In a second he was all over you, tearing at your clothes, pulling your pants and panties down. Touching your breasts with his tongue and your pussy with his fingers. In the shock you barely managed to open his pants and as soon as his hard heavy cock fell on your hand, Tom turned you over and shoved it in your cunt.
Professionalism was out the window, lost between the mess of papers that flew off the desk to the floor. His pace was bruising from the start, and you could do little more than brace yourself against the desk and take it.
“Don’t cum yet… I want us to- fuck!”
Isn’t it what we’re doing? You thought, but could not speak if you wanted to focus on staving off your release. He was close, if the moaning and grunting on her neck was any indication.
Please! Please! Please! You repeated in your head, though that wasn’t what was coming out of your mouth.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!” he cursed loudly.
One… two… three more thrusts and he was coming, filling your womb with his seed. And you collapsed on the desk, shaking as if it was made of ice. Tom leaned down and covered your body with his.
“Still think I’m joking?” he breathed out on your neck.
You smiled and took a deep breath. “Jury is still out.”
#past.
Lingering touches faintly seem to caress your back, ghosts of unwanted memories surging from the deep box you made sure they were buried in. Sad, broken eyes - but not really, not anymore - trace the figure of you standing across the street, a bit off kilt and your head in bubble wrap. You can hear, even smell, the memories resurfacing when you see his face, not long forgotten, always marked in carbon behind your eyes. They taste bittersweet, and seem far older than you give them credit for: but it’s been years, even from the last time you thought about him, or that past you still would like to keep forever on the bottom of a drawer in the back of an your head. He’s just that kind of man: one you can have for a while to yourself, and whose memories might warm you up in the coldest of winter nights - but they fade away with time, leaving behind the unconscious void of something-never-quite-there. You can’t explain the surge of feelings, slithering around your back and inside your veins when looking at his form, his lithe steps and the way he holds another girl’s hand and smiles openly, as if nothing could ever bring him grief or regret. And you smile a little bit to yourself, because maybe that is the truth, and the thing you certainly did not have, was not much a thing at all to him. And it would make sense, because as smiles and bruises, heated whispers, choking gasps, the cold wall behind your shoulder blades and the hot mouth kissing the world away, flood and replace your surroundings, he is not looking anymore. He walks past you, shoulder against shoulder and you keep walking ahead, not knowing whether he does turn his head around, even if you can guess where the heated gaze on your nape is coming from, and faintly touching the point he used to worship right above your collarbone, near a little mole you never noticed. The day ticks away, as the arrows on the clock run from each other, but a photo on your old phone refuses to let you leave. It’s him, just standing there - smiling, carefree, yours. But then you look at your phone, and it is your husband calling, and you feel like the time to toss that other phone away has come. A finger hooks on it, and presses the ‘off’ button, tossing forever away the memories, the faint smell of morning sex and wilted flowers, the burnt cigarettes and the idea of him. The past has enough of that, already - and there is no space for it now. Not here. Not with you. Not anymore.
Okay so a few of yall said you might like to see some of my original characters in whump drabbles. I’m gonna give y’all some options and you Guys can tell me which one you’d like to see first?
1: Cassidy and Dalton—dumbass genius boy and edgy thot with mind powers. Set in the 90s
2: Atlas and Libai—jackass criminal boy who cannot die and depressed chick who most likely is not a murderer. Set in medieval fantasy.
3: Sol and Trini—brainwashed superhero’s son with printer powers and a nurse who’s not taking anyone’s bullshit. Set in the late 70s
4: Rowan and Aliyah—himbo prince who trusts too many ppl and ruthless bounty hunter who gives off the same energy as a naked cat. set in the early 1600s
5: Callum and Aella—reporter who gets in a shit-ton of trouble and a woman who just wants to bake and be happy, but somehow got swept up into this mess. Set in the 20s
6: Alastair and Florence—two detective cop partners who do not like each other but would most likely die for each other. Ties in with Callum and Aella, set in the 20s
That’s all I have (for now). I always love hearing from you guys so tell me which ones you’re interested in. Uhhh okay! Bye, love ya!
I hope you like these @z1alotm!
29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but another ten, please.”
They barely remember how they got here. One moment they were chatting with the others in the living room, the next they were hiding in their bedroom, door locked and lips pressed against each other. Seb was up against the door as Carlos had his hands on either side of his boyfriend. It made the blonde feel safe.
Once they pulled away for the fifth time within that hour, Seb muttered, his lips still brushing against Carlos’, “Maybe… maybe we should head back to the others?” He asked, but his dark blue eyes said something very different as they kept staring into Carlos’ brown once.
“Or maybe we could stay here for a bit longer?” The slightly taller boy suggested.
Seb bit his lip for a quick second before releasing it, his hand sneaking up to the nape of his boyfriends neck and he tugged on the hair lightly before pulling him into another heated kiss.
This went on for longer than they had originally intended. They were supposed to be good hosts for their friends who had come to New York for New Years Eve to visit the couple, but it wasn’t their fault that after having been alone in the city for… a few months… they had become a bit extra attached to each other.
“Okay, yeah, maybe we should head back?” Carlos muttered this time, but his boyfriend pulled him into yet another kiss before whispering against his lips,
“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but another ten, please.” The brunette knew he couldn’t say no to him.
“Nine more, the last one is gonna be saved for midnight,” Carlos teased. Seb rolled his eyes fondly before nodding.
“Deal.”
And with that, Carlos leaned in again and kissed his boyfriend 9 more times.
By the end of the night they were no longer seen as boyfriends as the correct term is, well, fiancés.
7. “What? Does that feel good?”
“What? Does that feel good?” Seb asked Carlos with a confused look. The two were in Carlos’ bedroom.
“Yeah, it’s great and it usually makes you feel incredible and very relaxed after!” His boyfriend responded.
“Really?”
“Really, here let me show you,”
Carlos gestured for Seb to sit down on the chair by the desk, which he did before he stood behind him and softly began to massage his shoulders. The farm boy who’s used to hard work every day felt how he truly began to relax and he moaned softly.
“Yeah, okay, I get it, please keep going. You got magical hands,” He groaned, making the brunette laugh as he kept massaging him. Carlos stopped for a quick moment to lean forward and kiss Seb’s cheek.
“Anything for my prince,” he whispered teasingly before going back to massaging him. Seb turned red, but with a bright smile on his face as he kept enjoying it. As long as he doesn’t think about what Carlos said out of context, he’ll be fine.
17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”
Seb and Carlos were always seen as the sweet and innocent couple of the group, well, that was until one little discovery made by one Kourtney Greene.
“Come on, no one’s gonna walk in here.” Carlos said quietly as he and Seb were sneaking off during the little break they were having from rehearsals. It was just the week after Carlos’ birthday and the only thing that was going through the recently turned 16 year olds head was ‘Seb, Seb, Seb’.
The brunette pulled his boyfriend into the supply closet, and pushed him lightly against the wall once the door was closed. Seb smirked as he raised an eyebrow at Carlos who as soon as he saw the smirk leaned and kissed him lovingly with a touch of passion. Seb smiled a bit into the kiss as he happily kissed back, wrapping his arms around Carlos’ neck, his hands going into the carefully styled, but soft brown hair. Pulling him in a little closer. The choreographer wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, happily moving closer to him.
After a few minutes the slightly taller boy barely pulled away so their lips were still brushing against each other, just to get a bit of air.
“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.” Carlos muttered.
“I wouldn’t complain if you did,” Seb whispered back teasingly, but right after they heard from beside them,
“You probably wouldn’t but I would,” Seb’s on-stage mother said with a raised eyebrow, making her stage-son blush, hiding his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck.
“Whoops?” Carlos said innocently.
“Lumiére, the others need you, now stop corrupting my son,”
Episode 1; based in like Stranger Things/IT era (1980s)
- group of teenagers in your stereotypical teen horror
- ghost stories or serial killer or somthin
- at least one (1) character makes it out alive
Episode 2; more modern era (2000/2010s)
- ANOTHER group of teenagers
- One is a descendant of the one (1) that made it out alive in EP1
- Obvious references (live in the same house/same last name/go to the same haunted house or somethin)
-NO ONE makes it out alive
Episode 3; couple years after EP2
- TEENS!
- They’re recreating EP2, that’s the ghost story they’re following
- if they’re alive at the end is optional
Episode 4; blast to the past!
- Backstory of the killer/ghost from EP1 or somethin
- EP1 characters in the background around town (depending on when the ghost died, if not maybe like their parents or something)
- ends at the first death scene at EP1
Episode 5; all for one!
- all the ghosts meet up with the escapees
- like 40/50yr old someone from EP1 meets up with the teens from EP3
- and teen up with the dead teens
- Seal the demon/ghost away / kill the murderer (or their protegee like in Jigsaw) for good and the ghosts move on
Add ur own below :)
MASTERLIST
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ONE SHOTS
The Right Thing (sequel to Twenty Years)
DRABBLES
Prompt List {requests open}
SERIES
Things Unsaid
MOODBOARDS
HEADCANONS
OC’s
Updated 3.17.22
Hi guys! Today I leave for my four-ish month study abroad in Spain, which is very exciting but also potentially hindering to the amount of fics I can produce. I know last semester I just ended up going on a really long hiatus because I was overwhelmed, and I’m really hoping that I’m going to be able to post at least 2 fics a month if not more this time around.
However! As a way to try and motivate myself to keep writing, I’m also going to start posting drabbles a few times a week, so feel free to start requesting shorter things like that if you want! As always, thank you guys for all your support, you genuinely mean so much to me and I hope you’re all having a great new year :)
Power’s Out
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ When the power goes out, your neighbor and childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo comes over to check on you ~
✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Childhood friend reader, movie night for one becomes a movie night for two, pining and fluff abounds ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Requested by ~ persephoneismyqueen ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I love the idea of power outage cuddles, so I had a blast with this one! I don’t write Bakugo much, so I hope this is okay! ~
You’ve grown up on the same street as the Bakugos your whole life, and other than how loud their house can get, they’ve always been great neighbors. You used to hang out when he was young, but as you went to a different school you didn’t see him as much from middle school onward, only when he was at home. After he got into UA, and they had their students move into the dorms during his first year, all you saw from him was on the news. But after he graduated he moved back in so you started running into each other more often again. You’ve met up for a movie a few times, and you’ve met his new friends from high school who seem way too nice for him.
You see him driving out even in this crazy weather, of course, he has to go to the gym even in this. A slight scoff as you close the blinds, thinking that he’s way too stubborn for his own good but don’t think any more of it until the storm knocks out the power. With only a slight panic (well, maybe more than slight, but nobody needs to know that), you get the fairy lights down from your room. And before you know it, you have made a whole fort downstairs in the living room, where it’s the lightest anyway, with a movie ready to go and dinner on the stove. Your phone goes off as you’re cooking, it’s Katsuki. “Hey, you doing alright? This weather is crazy, power’s out.” “It’s wild, isn’t it?” “That’s not an answer. You gonna make me come over to check on you?” “Ha, I’m not a kid Katsuki.” “I’m on the way back from the gym anyway, I’ll swing by.” You chuckle, knowing how he always invites himself over like this.
And soon enough, you hear a knock at the door, and see Bakugo on your patio, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants that were not nearly enough to keep him warm in this weather. When you give him an eyebrow about this, he grumbles “I’ve been ringing your doorbell for the last five minutes, before I realized the power is off. Now ya gonna let me in? It’s cold out here.” You laugh and motion for the kitchen, “Have you eaten yet? I just made some spaghetti, and of course it’s way too much for one person.”
As he comes in he sees the fort you set up for yourself, lights, blankets and all, and chuckles a little. “Looks like something a kid would make. Got room for two in there?” You’re a little taken aback “Don’t you need to be getting over to your place?” “Nah, powers out, everything I need to do takes WiFi, so, I got nothing for the evening. So, I’ll crash your movie night” He gives you his cocky grin with this, but upon seeing your surprised face he says a little softer “if that’s okay, I mean?”
As the two of you scootch into the fort, you realize that it really was made for one, so now you’re both pressed really close in between the walls of pillows on your mattress. The lights on the outside kept you from pushing them off, so he has to comment on it, “What’d you set all these lights up for, it’s not like you could see, your vision is crap anyway.” You roll your eyes and elbow him slightly, “Hey, rude.”
After a moment of trying to find a way to lay next to each other, he grumbles, “this ain’t comfy with the two of us, and you put in all this work. ‘Mere.” He opens his arms and gestures for you to lay on him “There. That way we could use the space better” he says, trying to casually play off the fact that he’s blushing like a tomato and his heart is racing. He doesn’t realize it, but with your head against him, you can hear how much this closeness is impacting him. You smell the sweet, caramel-like smell that he always gives off as you snuggle into his chest a little. “This is really nice,” you say with a soft smile. “It is. We should do it more often.” Does that mean what you think it means? He’s never been the most direct, so you have him clarify. “The movie part, or…this?” He tenses beneath you with the question and coughs a little before answering, “This. I…don’t mind holding you like this.” You sit up to kiss his cheek, “I like it too, Katsuki.”
Requests | OPEN|
Cooking Contest
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ A cooking contest with your fiancé Katsuki Bakugo gets a little heated ~
✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Highschool sweetheart turned fiance reader, just straight fluff (what a waste of food though XD) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I don’t write much Bakugo, but I hope you like it! ~
Who would have thought that your fiancé, the hot-headed, loud-mouthed, top pro-hero that is Katsuki Bakugo would be so into cooking? That was one of the things you two had in common, though, so since you two first started dating years ago, you’ve always made a date out of cooking together. It helped him relax, as well as get to eat what the two of you made together. Tonight though, you wanted to mix it up, “We’re going to make each other’s favorite dish, and whoever loses has to do the chores for a week. Deal?” He chuckles, “You’re on, babe. Don’t be surprised when I beat your ass though.”
You decided to make him some jalapeño poppers, stuffed with cheddar mixed with some Carolina Reaper hot sauce and sausage, while he worked hard on prepping something he said you’d love. Somewhere along the way, however, the two of you started resorting to sabotage. It’d be hard to say who started it, he decided that it would be fair to start the oven for his dish while you were still looking up the recipe, and then to put some extra dashes of hot sauce in, you “accidently” knocked into his bowl a couple of times, and it progressed from there. When he went into the pantry to grab some more ingredients, though, you leaned over and turned the oven up 100 degrees over what he set and added another hour to the timer, before quickly getting back to your own.
What he came back with, however, included the bag of flour that you quickly scooped up and tossed some at him. When the powder cleared you could see the massive smirk on his face, “Alright, that’s it”, before reaching into your bag of cheese and chucking some of it at you. The cooking contest is quickly sidelined as a food fight erupts, slinging all sorts of ingredients and sauces at each other until you slip on one of your peppers that ended up on the floor. He quickly catches you before you can hit the ground, and you both just look at each other, completely covered in food.
You both just start laughing, until the smoke alarm starts going off. “What the crap?! Why is the oven up so damn high?”, he grabs his dish out as quickly as possible, trying to fan off the smoke that’s now filling the disaster zone that used to be his kitchen. When he tries to take a piece off, it crumbles almost immediately, and you just start cracking up again. You slide one of the now mangled, half-stuffed peppers onto a platter and hand it over to him, “Well, since mine is the only one together enough to get on a plate, I think I’m the winner, Kats.”
“Yeah yeah, you played dirty though,” he grumbles while gesturing at the crisp that was supposed to be his dish. “Be that as it may, I won, so you better get cleaning, this is a mess” You smirk before walking out of the kitchen, leaving him complaining about the pain it is to clean it all up. But you come back in with the cleaning supplies and you two spend the evening cleaning up, before cooking something together.
Requests |OPEN|
Less Than Ideal
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Kunikida x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ pining, domestic, major character death, injury ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff to angst ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ Just a little angsty idea I had, and needed to share the hurt ~
❈ Kunikida, the man with his entire life planned out to the moment, every goal is written down, is surprised when he realizes the one who meets his every standard is the new member of the Armed Detective Agency. He reads over his spousal plan project again, and you met every condition he laid out. Your eyes meet as the blush crosses his face, before he hurries back into his writing, planning out how he will court you.
❈ Kunikida doing everything he can to impress you, every method he’s heard of to get your attention, before you laugh one day and tell him he’s trying too hard, he already has it. His heart melts at your soft smile, as he officially asks you out on an (ideal) first date.
❈ Kunikida feels your hand on his when Dazai is testing his patience, tracing little circles with your thumb to calm him down. Seeing your smile again, listening closely as he talks about his plans for the future, giving him little notes on things that he hadn’t considered, and he knows he’s found his ideal partner.
❈ Kunikida, the man with his entire life planned out to the moment, with goals and ideals motivating every action, starts enjoying the little things in between. He starts to enjoy each step on the way, rather than just making it through.
❈ Kunikida finds himself enjoying the spare seconds in his day when things run just a little ahead of schedule since he can spend those moments with you. The ride over to the Agency being a minute faster means that you two can glance in the windows of the shops on the way, and he can take note of the little things that catch your eye, that smile lighting up his day.
❈ Kunikida wakes up earlier than was necessary each day so he can have both of your lunches packed, and everything else prepared for the day to make it easy. Getting lost in the idea of a family with you, whether that be the two of you and pets, kids, or even just going through life together. He sets out two cups of coffee as your alarm goes off, and waits at the table while skimming the agenda for the day. Your smile in the morning when you sit across from him makes it worth every extra second.
❈ Kunikida ran through every possible route across the city in his mind, trying to come up with the fastest way for Yosano to arrive, but none will get there in time. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.
❈ Kunikida treating your wound with everything available, frantically searching for more ways to keep you alive for a few minutes untill help can arrive. He only stops when he hears your voice telling him to just come hold you, he’s done enough. He’ll never think he did.
❈ Kunikida holding you close to his chest as you softly hold his face, smiling that same smile as you thank him with your final breaths.
❈ Kunikida, the man with his entire life planned out to the moment, every goal is written down, never thought that this is how it would end.
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Movie Night in the Park
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Shoto notices you’re cold during movie night, and so he gives you his sweatshirt ~
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ little bit of idiots to lovers, confession (and some sweater-thievery) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Request, drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I always love the idea of Shoto as your own personal AC/Heating unit, and getting their sweater just makes my heart melt, so this one was really fun! I kinda ran with it a little, hope you like it! ~
It’s the monthly movie in the park, your old classmates get together and bring movies, and the group votes on what will you watch. Tonight, Kaminari is in charge of the votes, so when the previous movie wraps up he stands in front of the group, “It’s time -drumroll please- for movie number three! Our current selections are suggested by our dear friends here, Izuku Midoriya and Fumikage Tokoyami! Number one is… it’s a three-hour documentary on All Might’s bronze age. And number two is a horror movie! So, what do we think?” The vote was nearly unanimous, and with only two votes for the All Might documentary, the horror movie won, and Kaminari started the film. You’ve been out here since early afternoon, and while the shirt you’re wearing was enough before sundown, the cold is starting to get to you.
You were sitting next to your best friend, Shoto Todoroki, on the edge of the rest of the group. But when you noticed his eyes on you, he didn’t bother to look away, so you gave him a quizzical look. “You’re shivering,” he said bluntly. You blush at the gaze, “Yeah, it’s getting kinda chilly out, but it’s no big deal! I’m just going to run and get my jacket from the car.” He looks at you for a moment, as if deep in thought, “I don’t get as cold, use this” he hands his plain blue sweatshirt to you, wearing a white t-shirt underneath. “Did I do it right? The boyfriend sweater thing?”
Boyfriend?! It’s not that you minded the idea of dating him, but since you had been friends so long without saying anything you didn’t think he was interested, “Shoto we’re not dating?” Your words are met with a blank stare, "We aren’t? I had thought that’s what all the study sessions and meals were? That’s what Kaminari said at least.” You feel your face getting even hotter and you turn away, “Well yeah they could have been dates, I just, we never said anything so I didn’t think we were together?” His eyebrows furrow, “Do you not want us to be dating? I assumed that the feelings were mutual I guess.”
You stop for a moment. One of the top students in UA, the son of the number 1 hero, your best friend, just admitted he has a crush on you. Not only that, but that he thought you two had been dating for who knows how long. “You like me?” you ask, “And you thought we were dating?” He shifts a little uncomfortably, glancing toward the others, before answering in a quieter tone “Yes, I do, and I did think we were. I would like to continue, or to start dating if you would?” You smirk as you pull on the hoodie, and lean into his warm side. “I would like that too.”
He puts his arm around you and uses his quirk just enough to keep you both warm. As you finally got comfortable, you started to lightly tease Todoroki for never having actually asked you out, before you were interrupted by Sero. “Alright lovebirds, glad you got that figured out. But can you please quiet down, we’re trying to watch this” Ah. Yes. The movie.
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Black Hole
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as always, imagine who you would like
You were there.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Looking around him, everything else seemed normal.
Why was he in such disbelief?
Wow! The way that rug was just yanked from underneath me!
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“M-mommy please no more-“
SLAP
A loud smack on the ass was given to Kazutora, who had been misbehaving the whole day.
He moaned from pleasure, loving the stinging sensation. You laughed.
“I forget how much of a whore you are for me.” You say. He whimpers at the name.
Kazutora is currently receiving a punishment.
Why?
Because he was being such a brat today.
From catching attitudes with you over little things, to teasing you out in public.
He really went over the top when he decided to flirt with someone…
just to piss you off.
Now look at him, not so tough now.
“Tst, all I hear are nothing but moans from you. What happened to all that game you were spitting earlier at that female, hm?”
He moaned as you stroked his dick faster. His eyes rolled back, his hips started to bounce up and down to match your pace.
“Mommy I…I’m sorry please…” Kazutora said, trying to beg for his release.
“Don’t you dare cum. Don’t you fucking dare.” You demanded him, slowing your pace down.
He whined at the sudden lost of pleasure, hips still humping the air. “No no no…why…” He said, sobbing.
“This is a punishment Tora. You’ll get to cum when I say you can.” You said, chuckling.
He sobbed some more, staring into your lustful eyes with his teary ones. You grinned, and stroked his dick faster.
“M-mommy too much..cum!” Kazutora said, shaking from the pleasure.
“You fucking take it. Now cum for mommy. Do it, stupid whore.”
And that was all he needed to release over your hand.
