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smolkiwi98 · 7 months

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Day Three: Edging ~ Bucky Barnes

I sadly had to drop doing the whole month of October due to my job

WARNING!! 18+ ONLY! MINORS GO AWAY! mentions of fingering, edging, orgasm denied, not proofread, a little rushed, um...I think that's it.

Day Three : Edging ~ Bucky Barnes

“Bu-Bucky, please.” You whimpered. Bucky had you laying on his bed squirming and whining, “But,

Doll…I’m just getting started.” he said with a smirk. All day was nonstop teasing between the both of you. You were bored and wanted something to do so you figured teasing your boyfriend would be the best thing. Boy were you wrong. Once you and Bucky were finally home and alone, he had you pinned against the wall in seconds. The dark look in his eyes and the growl in his voice made you nothing but excited and wet. Bucky lifted you up by your thighs and walked over to the bedroom where he laid you down, which brought you to this very situation you’re in now.

Bucky started to play with your breasts. Rolling your nipple between his fingers making you arch up into his touch. The warmth of his hand quickly changed to freezing cold. You let out a gasp and saw that he had switched to his metal hand. The quick change in the temperature made goose bumps appear on your skin and made every touch more intense. Slowly his touch moved lower and lower until he finally got to the place you needed him the most.

Slowly he started to gently rub your clit. This made you jolt a little, but soon your legs started to spread further for him. Bucky noticed this and smirked while he continued to slowly touch you, “Please, Bucky.” You begged. Bucky tilted his head slightly to the side “Please what, Doll?” He asked acting dumb, “I need mo-more.” You said starting to stutter on your words. All he did was move his pace a little bit faster than before. It wasn’t enough, but it was a lot better than the pace he was going before. Soon your legs started to close in a little, you started the grip the sheets, and you squeezed your eyes. Bucky knew what going on and as much as he loved it…he’s not going to let you get what you want. Bucky leaned in closer, so he was near your ear, “Is my little doll going to cum?” He asked. You couldn’t speak a word, all the was coming out were small pants and little moans. All he did was chuckle which confused you, but before you could even process what was going on that sweet feeling ended…quickly. Bucky moved his hands away from you and sat up, so he was looking down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up on your elbows “What the hell was that?” You asked. Of course, this made you angry and what pissed you off was that stupid smile he had on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said with a shrug, “You’re an asshole.” You said laying back down and closing your eyes. You felt the bed dip down beside you which took you by surprise, “I’m an asshole, huh?” Bucky said. Even though your eyes were closed you could still see that smirk. Without a word you nodded your head. Bucky just hummed in response, and you felt him get off the bed again.

Not even 5 seconds after Bucky got up you felt his hand go straight back to your cunt. It happened so fast you couldn’t do or say anything, but gasp. “You wanna call me an asshole?” He said, “Bu-Bucky…fuck…” You were trying to apologize, but his movements were so fast it took your breath away. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you.” He said as he got faster and faster. The pace and his words made the knot in your stomach get tighter. You bit your lip and once again gripped the sheets. Bucky soon brought his metal hand down to slowly slip inside you. He could feel you grip his fingers while he continued his abuse on your clit. Your back arched up and you cried out, but once again the feeling was gone within seconds.

You were panting and your eyes shot open, “W-Why?” You asked through your heavy breathing. Again, Bucky shrugged and crossed his arms “You called me an asshole.” He said in a simple tone. You were about to say something else, but all he did was turn and walk towards the door. “Where are you going?” You asked in a small voice while slowly sitting up, “To order some food. Steve is coming over soon.” This shocked you and jumped out of bed and hurried to put some panties on “Why is Steve coming over?” You asked annoyed. “I told him he could before I left work.” “Bu-But what about…” Bucky turned and looked at you with that stupid smirk again…

“Guess you shouldn’t tease me while I’m working, Doll.”

#oneshot #imagine #fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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m0nsterqzzz · 2 months

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The Gift

pairing: katniss everdeen x district 12 reader

summary: when she can't be there to protect you, you'll be damn sure she finds some other way.

a/n: this is so fucking short but I have like 7 katniss fics in the work rn that i can't figure out an end to. it's literally only 1023 wordssss ahhhhh i prefer writing long ones so its more entertaining for yall but idk. im dying. started writing a enimes to lovers clarisse fic, and a taytay one, AND my leg fucking hurts. who knew breaking a bone hurts? not me yall. sos. send help.

Walking up in district 13, dressed in a hospital gown that wouldn't stop scratching your body with the material, and your girlfriend nowhere to be seen wasn't exactly pleasant.

After a minor breakdown, it was revealed from Haymitch that Katniss is a few rooms down, also panicking since she’s not allowed to see you. It doesn't bring any comfort, listening in the silence of the night wondering how she’s doing. The last time you saw her face to face she was shooting an arrow towards the top of the force field of the arena you and her were placed in along with 22 other tributes that had won previous hunger games just like you and your girl.

So now you lie awake in your hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling as the annoying clock placed above your door clicks and clicks. If you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath while covering yourself in blankets, you can almost imagine you’re back in district twelve, laying in bed with Katniss instead of laying in this cold room with the knowledge that your district has been burned to the ground.

Your eyes fall to the clock, watching the tiny second hand slowly spin around the full circle before the minute hand moves a little bit signaling only one minute has gone by. The only reason you finally lose interest in it is because the door below it slowly creeks open, a person with long hair and a gown similar to yours stepping inside and gently closing the door behind them.

“Katniss.” You mumble, a relieved smile coming onto your face. She nods, sitting on the side of your bed next to your body.

“Hey honey.” She whispers, clearly nervous a guard rooming the hall will hear her and come in to take her back to her own room. “Are you alright? Haymitch won’t tell despite my threats.”

You manage a small chuckle, nodding as you finally close your eyes and curl into her side. “I’m fine. Are you okay? Nobody will tell me.”

She’s silent for a minute, and you feel a wet droplet drop onto your arm. A tear, though you don’t mention anything to your girlfriend. Finally, the brunette shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “I’m okay now.”

With a small kiss to the top of your head, she relaxes her head against your pillow before sitting up. “I forgot. I brought you something.” She reaches up to the back of her neck, shuffling around for a second before she holds something out to you. Even in the very dim lighting of your room, you can see the necklace. It’s one you're familiar with, for Katniss never took it off until she volunteered as a tribute for her sister Primrose about a year ago.

“My dad gave it to me when I was a kid.” The archer hushedly says, staring at it before glancing at you. You know the story, it being one of the first ones she told you when she finally opened up to you about the loss of her father, but you listen anyway. “He said it would protect me when he wasn’t there to do it. He died in the mines a few months after that.” When she learned her district she was born and raised in was now just ashes and rubble, she thought about the lost friends and that necklace. It was placed in a jewelry box before she left for her second time in the arena, and unlike the townspeople she was decent friends with, her mother was able to give it back.

You two fall into silence for a second before she continues, her voice slightly breaking before it goes back to normal. “And he was right. It has always protected me. I want it to do the same for you.” You’re about to object when she just gently shushes you. It’s her fathers, something she’s very dear almost all her life, why would you just let her give it away?

“I hold my dad in my heart. Not in the necklace. I want you to have protection when I can’t be there to do it. This is as close as we’re gonna get to that.” you giggle, looking in her eyes for a few seconds to make sure she’s sure about this before nodding and turning your back to her so she can put it on you.

Her hands gently touch your skin as you clasps the jewelry onto you, leaving a trail of warmth on the back of your neck before she puts her hands back into her lap. You turn to face her again, hands moving to fidget with the necklace. It’s a gold chain, a small sun charm hanging from it in the middle. It’s beautiful.

“Thank you Katniss.” You say, words sincere as she moves to lay in between your legs with her head on your chest. She doesn't say anything, just placing a kiss on your collarbone that speaks more than enough.

The door creaks open once more, her fight of flight instantly getting triggered as she shields your body with her own and looks over her shoulder. Her tense state calms a little bit when she sees it’s only Haymitch, mumbling something about needing a drink when he sees Katniss in your room. “I was doing night checks. Making sure your person’s still alive.” He mumbles, clearly pointed towards your girlfriend after she threatened him this morning with a syringe to tell give her updates every once and a while about how you were doing.

You find yourself letting out a small laugh, one of the first you’ve had in what feels like an eternity even though it’s only been about a month and a half.

Katniss smiles at the sound of your joy, the first real one since she learned you were alive.

She may not always be able to protect you, but hopefully the trinket will.

Even if it doesn’t, one things for sure. Her dad would have loved you.

Not as much as she does though.

#katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #what is that ending T-T #dying yall. send help.

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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could i request riding but mostly fucking han in a new set of lingerie? (like a new set for him as a present for anniversary or something?)

i just cant get han out of my head lately bro 😵‍💫

oh wowww I love the idea of hannie being into lingerie. may I suggest another one of my own that alsoooo stirs that pot a bit ;) (sharing is caring) ONTO THE NEXT!!!

Scarlet Letter

HJS

Masterlist

wc: 4k

Synopsis: Night owl workaholic boyfriend, needy horny girlfriend. What else needs to be said?

warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, softdom!jisung, porn with no plot lol, thigh riding, thigh fucking, pretty pretty lingerie, nicknames (good girl, bunny), cum eating, reader gets a bit dumb but he loves it lol, lmk if I missed anything :3

This was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea that could end catastrophically. He hated surprises, so why were you doing this? It would’ve been easier if you’d just told him you were frustrated, god knows he would’ve been more than happy to make sure you were fucked and happy.

But no. Difficult is your middle name. Jisung wasn’t any easier going, but you knew he hated surprises, especially ones that interrupted his creative process. Then how did you still manage to put on the deep red lingerie and get to his studio? It was so cold out and you were dumb enough to hide the lace set beneath a big trench coat, one Jisung knew you to wear during the winter.

You’d been together a good amount of time, explored new sexual territories together that broadened both your horizons. However, this was exponentially new. His studio was scared, untouched and pure and free of distractions. Yet that only made you want to christen it even more.

Twiddling with the necklace he’d given you for your three month anniversary, the letter “J” was cold beneath your fingers and made you shiver. The metal against your warm skin was sort of soothing as you anxiously looked outside the window of the cab. Soon enough, the company building was coming into view and your leg started to bounce. The driver all but kicked you out, probably annoyed because it was pushing midnight and people were supposed to be at home in their warm beds.

Thankfully, the visitor pass Jisung had gifted you a while back was able to open the door after hours. You remember he asked for those privileges by begging on his knees to his manager that, “someone needs to drag me away from this place eventually. I’m just such a hard worker!” The memory made you smile for a second before fear washes over you upon heading up the elevator.

The beeping of your arrival to his floor was nowhere near the sound of your heart beating out of your chest.

He hates surprises. Oh god, he’s gonna be so mad. Maybe he’ll be happy to see me? No, he hates things like this. I should’ve just added a day to fuck in his google calendar.

Your brain wouldn’t shut up as you paced back and forth, still in front of the elevator. His studio was just a few doors down, there wasn’t supposed to be anyone else here. There was no way you’d get caught, so that wasn’t an issue. But oh, if Jisung were to get mad, you’d cry and probably sleep alone for the next few days. You couldn’t have that.

However, you missed him. Sleeping alone wouldn’t be far off from what was currently happening between you two. Jisung had been spending more and more late nights and coming back so early into the morning, just to leave as soon as the alarm went off at 8 a.m.

And you were desperate. So desperate that you’d found the deeply hidden courage to walk up to his room and open the door before you could talk yourself out of it.

“This room is occup— oh! Y/N!” Jisung sat at the desk with a pair of headphones much too large slung around his neck. A pen and yellow notepad lay in front of him with crumbled balls of paper scattered around the room.

His smile was big and bright, though eyes ridden with sleep deprivation. The same toothy grin faded within a few seconds, “baby, it’s so late. Why are you here?”

Closing the door behind you and locking it, you placed your stuff onto the couch behind him. He didn’t move, which meant he was busy, so you came to him. You walked behind his seat and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing in his hair and nipping ever so playfully at the tops of his ear. “I’ve missed you.” Truthful enough.

He took the answer well, kissing your wrist in front of him and nuzzling into your arm. “I’ve missed you too, but—“

“Ah, no but’s. I wanted to see you.” Jisung looked at you over his shoulder, confused. You’d kissed the questioning expression off his face too quick for him to retaliate, Jisung taking in your lips happily.

Though, he pulled off a moment later, “your lips are so cold. I should turn on the heater.” He moved to stand, but you pushed him back down by the shoulders and pulled out his rolling chair away from the desk. “What’re you doing? Aren’t you freezing? That coat isn’t warm enough.”

Now or never, I guess.

“Then warm me up,” the words were a sultry whisper. A good start, Jisung hadn’t told you to go home just yet.

The stumble in his words gave time for you to stand up tall and confident, then untie the front of the coat. His jaw dropped along with the garment to reveal the scarlet lingerie. Jisung was practically drooling, eyes raking up and down your body unsure of where to look. You particularly liked how he ogled you, running your prettily painted nails over the snuggly fit garters around your thighs that made the flesh slightly spill over, then up the lacy underwear– the hole in the crotch was a wonderful touch that he could find for himself– and finally snapping at the strap of the sheer balconette bra.

Jisung groaned deeply, slumping back into his chair and spreading his legs. “What did I do to deserve this?” His voice strained as he pushed his hair back.

As you slowly walked up to him, Jisung hurriedly hooked his fingers into the strappy garters and tugged you closer, now standing between his legs. Warm hands palmed at the skin of your thighs and up your ass as he took in your appearance, his tongue quite literally hanging out of his mouth. You let him touch and grope you because just having him near was already rewarding in itself. His tongue disappeared back into his mouth as you reached down to cup his face, thumb swiping at the wet spot he’d left. “You’ve been away too long, baby. Been needing you so badly.”

You simultaneously threw one leg over his lap and moved to straddle him, exposing your bare cunt as you towered over his figure. However, his gaze fell onto your chest right in front of his face, not noticing the crotchless panties until you stripped one of his hands off your ass to cup your pussy. Jisung’s eyes went wide at your assertiveness as well as the sudden wetness that coated his fingers. “What– oh, have mercy. Look at you.”

He slid his fingers through your soaked folds as his thumb played with the lace hem of your panties, clearly enjoying the filthiness of it all. As you moved to remove the headphones from around his neck, Jisung’s horny brain snapped back into work mode. “Fuck, babe I can’t. I have so many things I still need to finish. You’re so incredibly hot and you have no idea– No. Fucking. Idea– how badly I want you. I just can’t right now.”

Pouting your lip, you caressed his cheek and pushed his bangs back, only barely grinding your hips against his hand that didn’t move. In fact, he pressed harder against you, letting you spread your slick around his fingers and rub your cunt into his warm skin, “then tell me to stop.”

Jisung didn’t speak, just watching you roll your hips and use him for your pleasure. It wasn’t until you let out a muffled whine did he finally pull away.

You looked at him with wide, glossy eyes, confused. “Poor baby. Are you that desperate you’ll take just my hand?” You nodded embarrassingly quick, not truly registering the mocking tone of his voice. “Have I been neglecting you so much you had to come bother me at work? Like a needy little bunny.”

He was getting worked up, as well. It was obvious in the cheekiness of his grin, moreso in the tent in his pants. Jisung tapped your hip to make you stand so he could pull his pants and underwear down. When you went to straddle him again, he stopped you. Jisung patted one thigh, and you knew what he wanted. He took his hard, leaking cock in hand and tugged slowly, awaiting you to take a seat. You let out another whimper, almost hesitating as you eyed his smooth thigh. “C’mon now, bunny. I have a lot of work to do. Didn’t you say you needed me?”

The nickname made you shudder. “B– but I need–”

“My cock? No, you don’t deserve that yet. What makes you think you could interrupt me and still get what you want?” The involuntary pout of your lips again made him softly reach for your hip to bring you closer and coo, “maybe if you do as you’re told, you’ll get a reward. Be a good bunny for me.”

Slightly reluctant, you did as told and climbed into his lap again, only this time his bare thigh was between your legs. Jisung radiated body heat like a furnace, you could feel it without your core even having to touch him and it made you throb in anticipation. No, this wasn’t what you wanted, not even close. But it was a step in the right direction. Bracing your hands onto his shoulders, you looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. He only nodded his head, not giving in.

Jisung’s head fell back against the chair, watching you hungrily through his lashes when you sat down fully. Lip between your teeth, you didn’t know what to do next. Truth be told, this isn’t something you’d ventured before, even with Jisung. The way he was looking at you, though, lustful with his cock in his hand and restrained frenzy that you knew he could unleash at any moment, you wanted so badly to appease his wishes. The only problem was how humiliating it was.

The same humiliation was something you loved coming from him. Jisung made you feel small, miniscule even as you towered over him and he was laid out bare. Using his thigh to get off was a new low blow to the embarrassment that was usually fed to you in words, nicknames like the one he decided to use today.

“I’m losing my patience, bunny. Use me now or you’re not coming at all.”

Use me now, oh how delightful that sounded. The three little words coerced you into rolling your hips forward. A stifled moan found it’s way out your mouth at the new sensation, his hot skin a strangely wonderful feeling. So you pushed your hips back, deciphering whether or not you could physically will yourself to continue or whine cutely until your boyfriend gave you what you wanted. After all, he always wanted you just as much as you wanted him, no matter how much he denied it.

But Jisung was always impatient, releasing his dick to grip tightly onto the garters and force you to move faster, guiding you and flexing his thigh. You verbally whimpered at his assistance, more like assertion in how roughly he pushed and pulled your body against him. Even if he wasn’t touching himself, you could see his own neediness when his cock twitched upward and leaked even more precum. How badly you wanted to lick it off, suck him until he was whimpering just as much as you were now.

Oh, you were picking up speed now. You probably looked feral at how quickly you’d become accustomed to this sinfully delicious feeling. Using your boyfriend like this, in this sacred room, you were coming undone much too fast. You wanted to savor this and make Jisung see how much you’d been needing him, but the feeling was too great.

His dirty mouth didn’t aid in prolonging the fun, “that’s it. Good girl, such a good bunny. What a horny little thing, aren’t you? If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t let you come at all. Make you ride me like this all night, deny you for bothering me and making a mess all over my thigh.” You cried out louder at that, almost scared he’d actually take his own words seriously. Humiliation and desperation is all that coursed your veins and made you reach under Jisung’s shirt, hooking onto the bare skin of his shoulders. You just wanted to feel him, feel that he was just teasing the way he always did when you were like this.

“Please, please let me. Need it, need it, need it. Have to cum. Have to—“ your words strung together as you grinned mindlessly against him, no longer needing his guiding hands. Still, he kept a firm grip on the garters and watched with his mouth slightly open.

“Running out of time, baby. Gotta get back to work. Cum now or don’t cum at all.”

That was all the motivation you needed to lean forward into his neck and press your clit the hardest into his thigh you had all night, clenching your own legs around him as the high made your body tense powerfully. If anyone were to have walked past the studio, they’d have heard your loud, lewd, borderline pained yet blissful moans as your hips came to a halt.

You almost didn’t hear Jisung whispering in your ear, his hands coming up your back and pulling your upper body closer to his. The feeling of his chest beneath your fingers was the only thing grounding you from the embarrassing yet scandalously delicious actions you just took part in.

“Come back to me, baby,” he said sweetly, digging his hands beneath your ass and grasping firmly. You hummed in response, then yelped in surprise when he stood up and took you with him.

Your ass came into contact roughly with the desktop he’d been working at. To catch yourself from falling you’d accidentally knocked away the notepad and scattered the crumbled papers to the floor.

Jisung no longer looked relaxed like he did when he was below you. This was the frenzy, the lust and unadulterated nature that came forth when he was frustrated— whether that be from work, life, sexually, anything and everything. And you were there to take it happily with your legs wide open.

He had to do very little to get you to spread for him again, cunt glistening from your orgasm and new wave of arousal from seeing your usually reserved boyfriend so worked up. The dim yellow orange lights lit up his face beautifully, hungry and so full of love at the same time.

As if second nature, you took the initiative to scoot forward on the desk and make more room for Jisung to tap his heavy cock against your sensitive pussy. Nerves raw, the feeling made you jolt and clench around nothing. “Oh, how cute. Such a pretty pussy. My bunny’s got the prettiest little cunt. Perfect for me.”

Mindlessly he muttered, just running the tip of his cock through your wet, used folds. “Listen to that, baby. You’re so wet. What’s got you all worked up?” He made a show of spreading your arousal even more, precum mixing and coating his dick thickly.

“Y— you. Need more, need you.” Jisung chuckled at that, your voice reeking of deprivation.

“Fuck yeah, you need me. Clenching around nothing like a slut. Are you a slut, bunny?” You only hummed, to which Jisung lightly smacked his dick against your overwhelmed clit and made you jump again.

“Yes! Yes, a slut— your slut. Please,” hips bucking up, you reached for his disheveled shirt to tug him impossibly closer. Jisung gave you that, let you pull him in and push his shirt over his head though not taking it off entirely, just enough so his abs were on display for you.

Dragging your nails down his chest, Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed as his handle on your thighs tightened. He let out a guttural moan before hiking your knees up and taking a step in. At this angle, all he needed to do was slide in, but first he’d placed your knees to his pecs, heels steadying you on the table. Your nails trailed over his biceps and forearms, finally enticing him to fill you.

The initial stretch was so intensely maddening, you’d been craving it for so long that your eyes physically crossed and rolled back, another loud moan following. Jisung himself wasn’t any sturdier, stuttering into your cunt as you engulfed him in heat. It took him a minute to calm down when he’d finally gotten to the hilt, taking in your lips with a sweet, reassuring kiss. Even when you were contorted like this, Jisung never failed to make sure you were comfortable.

When he’d regained his composure— all the while you were slowly losing yours— he moved his grip from your legs to your ass, taking in handfuls as he pulled out half way before slamming back into you. It was lazy in the way he opted for pulling you to him rather than pushing his hips towards you, though you didn’t mind. The desk shook and he’d met his own actions half way, hitting your deepest parts from the very start.

It wasn’t sloppy but it wasn’t graceful, either. Nowhere near should it have been considered lovemaking when he was taking you so harshly, so primally that all you could do was whimper and hold on for dear life. All the more, it was the kind of fucking you’d been so helplessly needing.

Solid, consistently Jisung kept his rhythm until his own touch starved body began to betray him, orgasm arising much too quickly for his liking. He had to pull out before he finished prematurely.

You hummed sadly as he did, bringing the previous (weightless) threats to the forefront of his mind again. “Still not satisfied, bunny? You got to cum, even had my cock. What more could you want?”

Relaxing your legs and letting them hang off the desk, you took his hand in yours and pulled him in for another uncoordinated kiss. Against his lips, you muttered, “want your cum— inside— cum inside me— want it— deserve it—“

“Oh no, you don’t deserve it,” Jisung detaches from your lips and kneaded the flesh of your thighs, toying with the garters again.

“But I was good. Did as you asked—“

He looked around the room for anything to clock you on. Your hand rested on top of the yellow notepad, ink smeared and crumpled, he smirked. “Where are we right now?”

You looked at him, confused, eyes watery and shaky. Still, you answered him, “your work.”

“That’s right. You barged in here, baby, demanding I fuck you. Is that right?” You nodded, ashamed. “I think I’ve been more than generous. You don’t get my cum tonight. Bad girls need to learn.”

With that, Jisung stepped aside for a moment to bring your legs together then lift them up, hooking them into the crook of his arm and gently leaning them to the side. If you were confused before, you were even more now. Though, Jisung always had a way of impressing you with his genius mind.

Creative as always, he took his cock in hand again and used your arousal as lubrication. You watched him intently, hole clenching around nothing, so needy and wet. He kept it that way, pushing the blunt cockhead into your raw clit before messily sliding it up and between the warmth of your closed thighs. You suppose you were both trying new things tonight.

This was torture in its sinfully purest form. Only barely did his dick graze your swollen bundle of nerves on every push and pull. Jisung almost laughed at the desperation on your face— almost. He couldn’t really do that, he had to push down his cute aggression to just give in and just fuck you senseless, though you were already half way there. No more concept of time or where you were, you were brainless and pliant beneath his hold.

“Perfect little fuck bunny,” he muttered, occasionally catching his lip between his teeth. “Look what you made me do. Wish I could be fucking you right now. My bad girl needs to learn, though.” You held back tears, overwhelmed from your previous orgasm and his words, paired with the shameful way he used you and that you were loving it. If your moans didn’t give you away, the useless clenching of your cunt surely did. “My naughty bunny with her pretty hole. Want to be filled? Want me to stuff you full?”

“Yes, please! All I want, I won’t bother you again. I promise!” Jisung smiled down at you, his eye catching the initial necklace around your neck. Simultaneously, he gripped your legs tighter with one arm, brought his free hand down to your cunt and circled your entrance with his fingertips, while leaning forward and connecting his lips to your neck. You had to steady yourself from tipping over at the sheer force of him.

One more pleading cry, he sunk two fingers into you, picking up the pace of his slick cock between your thighs. It took him a second, but matched the speed of the digits with his thrusts. It wasn’t nearly as good as his cock would’ve been, but the light graze across your clit was slowly nearing you closer to the delightful edge once again.

His teeth somehow found the pendant of your necklace, keeping it in his mouth as he fucked you, fucked himself and using you to do it. It was so dirty and taboo, the location just being the icing on the cake. Your hand tangled itself in his hair and pushed his face deeper into your bra clad chest. Your scent was overwhelming him, teetering him on the very brink of combustion until you regained half the mind to speak.

“Be good— swear I’ll be good. Good bunny. Cum, please cum.”

Jisung couldn’t hold back anymore. A sudden rush of extra adrenaline made him rut faster into the ring of your plush thighs with no more pattern. His thighs slammed against your ass and finger pushed deeper into your cunt, your pleasure just barely behind his own desire to get off in this very moment. When he finally came, hand in your cunt stilling then decorating the scarlet garment with his hot, white seed, Jisung’s brain flipped. He watched your mouth drop and let go of your legs, falling to his knees and immediately attaching his lips to your clit. The pace of his fingers was nowhere near the speed they were before, but rather focusing his energy on sucking you in. The softness of his lips were soothing and stimulating at the same time, a wonderful change of pace that was all you needed to reach your own final high. The blinding white light clouded your vision and made your body shake in pleasure, with Jisung holding you down through all of it.

When your muscles relaxed and you slumped back onto the desk, your boyfriend stood, taking you into his arms. He was sweaty, you were sweaty but also covered in his cum. Brushing your hair from your forehead, Jisung used the same two fingers that were in your pussy and picked up some of his cum, bringing them to your lips. You took it gratefully, tasting both you and him as you swallowed everything he gave you.

Humming satisfaction, Jisung stripped his shirt off and draped it over your tired body. It was a sweet gesture considering you only had a coat for the ride home.

He kissed you gently, helping you off the desk and into his chair while he reorganized the room. “Was that worth the interruption?” You finally spoke up, somewhat nervous of his answer.

Jisung looked up at you from where he crouched on the floor and picked up the fallen papers. He sported the goofiest, brightest smile, “definitely worth it. Can I schedule another one? I’ll put it in my google calendar.”

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dand-elle-ion · 2 years

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Genshin + Spending the morning with them

With: Xiao

Words: 700

Warnings: None, just fluff :)

Note: The reader is Gender Neutral, enjoy :)

Scaramouche ver.

The other side of the bed is cold when you wake up.

Though, the sight of Cecilia flowers laying upon the pillowcase welcomes you with a warm feeling in your chest instead.

With a fond and still sleepy smile, you reach out and carefully take one of them in your hand, admiring its snowy petals.

How pretty…

Your gaze shifts farther, towards the balcony where an even more mesmerising sight greets you.

With arms crossed over his chest, Xiao is resting his back against the reeling, one leg bent up the wall, eyes closed in concentration

While he spends the night mostly away, protecting Liyue, the rest of the night he watches over you, protecting you.

A gust of wind arises, gently playing with his dark hair.

Adding up the light of the rising sun behind him, plus you totally being head over heels, this view made him look somewhat… ethereal.

“Staring is rude; Especially towards adepti,” Xiao remarks without even moving an inch.

You chuckle, before soberly standing up, making your way towards him.

Xiao looks up, his gaze following you.

“Then what about admiring?” you tease him with a cheeky smile on your lips.

At this he scoffs, heard turning away. But you notice a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, muttering something about “no respect for anything”

Tilting you head, your eyes fall down to the single flower, fondling its petals with the tips of your fingers. “Thank you for the flowers, love. They are beautiful.”

Xiao makes a sound. Still not looking at you.

“Were you in Mondstadt last night? Cecilias only grow there if I’m not mistaking.”

“No, you know I tend not to leave Liyue.”

You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue his explanation. Xiao coughs, eyes fixing on something over your shoulder.

Was he embarrassed?

How cute.

“I merely-” he begins, but halters immediately, unsure on how to answer your question properly. “Hmph- there just happened to be a merchant from Mondstadt on my way. Would be a waste to let the flowers wither away or something.” The last words he mutters under his breath that muffled, you can barely grasp on them.

Oh.

Xiao bought flowers.

He bought flowers for you.

Oh my…

Now you were the one who’s cheeks were heating up a little. If you weren’t already that deep you would be falling even further for this guy.

To be honest you totally are.

Slowly, not to startle him, you bend towards him and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

“That was very sweet of you.” Lips moving up to his ear you whisper a quiet “Thank you.”

Xiao’s face immediately twitches towards you, eyes widening. His blush is even more deepening now. “I- I told you it was a mere coincidence.”

“Was it also a coincidence that these are exactly my favourite kinds?”

“Indeed,” he persists defensively, though you both know the truth.

Xiao clears his throat again and straightens his posture; Clearly trying to get a grip on himself, while his eyes jump anywhere from the sky, to your eyes, your lips and back to the sky again.

“Did you rest well?” he asks after a few seconds, trying totally subtle to change the topic.

The corner of your mouth twitch in amusement. “Yes, though I admit, falling asleep next to you was for sure the better part.”

Before Xiao has the chance to grumble something reluctant again, you close the remaining distance between you. Brushing your lips against his own you ask for permission, giving him a chance to draw back.

He didn’t.

Xiao gives in, pulls you to him, lips on your lips. His whole posture relaxes, crossed arms loosen up, letting his hands find their way to your sides, gently sliding down until they stop at your waist. Then he pulls you in, just a little closer.

Meanwhile your one hand – the one still holding the Cecilia flower – is placed over his shoulder. Your other hand lifts up, cupping his cheek, your thumb fondly caressing his skin.

What a wonderful morning

What a wonderful start of the day.

Thanks for reading! :) comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

#Xiao x reader #xiao #xiao fluff #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #genshin x reader #xiao imagine #xiao x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #fluff #genshin impact #Genshin impact imagine #genshin xiao #genshin impact x reader

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boundinparchment · 1 year

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Reprieve

In which Dottore helps you deal with the cyclical pain of having a uterus. As gender-neutral as possible but reader has a uterus, so this references to everything that involves. Pure indulgent fluff. I don't know what else to say. On AO3 here.

You rolled over and curled up on your side, sleep ruptured by the dull ache blossoming into searing pain that seemed to radiate through your entire being. Beneath you, the sheets felt damp. Not now. Why now?

Next to you, the bed was cold. Dottore had long since gotten up. He slept so rarely, and although he didn’t necessarily need it, he deserved to rest more. The last few weeks had been rough in finalizing the Tsaritsa’s most recent plans.

You willed yourself out of bed and into the washroom to clean up. The tiles were warm beneath your feet and the pain ran down your legs and seemed to sit in your very hip bones, gnawing at you like a rift hound’s claws tearing at a leyline root.

Every damn month.

After washing up and chucking the wrapper into the garbage, you sank to the floor, doubled over. Just a few minutes, you reasoned. At least the floor wasn’t as cold as the land outside, the Palace wrapped in what felt like an eternal blizzard.

Getting up a second time felt impossible.

Exactly what you didn’t need today. Your schedule was packed, one diplomatic meeting after another, a day full of smiles and watching your words like a hawk over its prey.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, absorbing the radiating heat once you found the best position that took the edge off of the pain. You knew you didn’t have to endure this. Your lover had already worked through several viable options for precisely this reason; some permanent, others not. Some months were better than others, though. Not all of them were this bad.

“What are you doing down there?”

You didn’t have to pull your head up to know Dottore was standing in the doorway of the washroom, looking down at you. This scene was nothing new. The question was redundant, although teasing, and its answer was one you didn’t need to give.

Warm hands helped you up and supported you as you bit back a whine, your legs protesting.

“How long were you laying there?” Dottore asked, breath tickling your forehead.

“Not sure,” you replied. “Hurts too much.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

“Dottore, I’m fine, I just need some time to—”

He kissed your forehead, silencing you as a hand pressed against your lower abdomen. For someone with such a cold demeanor, he had the warmest hands. Your muscles eased ever so slightly and you felt yourself slump a little.

“One of my Segments can take your schedule. There’s no reason you need to bother yourself with the inane whining of the nobles that can’t solve their own problems.”

You relented, knowing full well that it was easier to just let him help than push back. You didn’t have the energy, anyway. He led you back down the hall to bed, pulling the covers back on his side and ushering you back under the protective warmth of the blankets with a kiss before leaving the room.

He returned with a small sampling of your favorite breakfast options before retreating into the other rooms of your shared quarters. Within a few minutes, you heard the sound of running water and caught the scent of your favorite bath oil, too. A scent that was no longer in circulation, one he’d developed himself when you lamented you’d been unable to find a suitable replacement some years prior.

A bath did sound nice, you admitted. Much nicer than a day full of meetings and grinning through your organs revolting against you.

You finished the small plate of food, savoring the last of the tiny and flaky peach-filled pastry that you still never learned the name of. You heard the water stop and Dottore’s footsteps, the Harbinger returning again, this time with a vial containing a pearlescent liquid. It was familiar, a usual anti-inflammatory compound that he kept on hand for these exact occasions, and therefore by now needed no instructions. Or so you thought.

You held out your hand to take it but Dottore shook his head, his free hand gently holding your chin to keep your head steady.

“It’s not the usual dosage, darling. A little will go a long way. Open, please.”

You obeyed, opening your lips as the cold glass met your bottom lip and you felt the cool liquid across your tongue and down your throat. It tasted sweet, like sunsettia. Dottore capped the vial and placed it on the bedside table; he’d given you about half, you gathered, based on what was left.

Before you could ask anything further, Dottore pulled the covers back and slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you from the bed with ease.

“I can walk, Dottore.”

He silenced your protests with another kiss to the forehead. “No one said you couldn’t, darling.”

You found yourself back in the washroom, heated tiles beneath your feet as Dottore lowered you back to the ground. You spotted fresh clothes, a cup of herbal tea, and your favorite book; a new publication you hadn’t gotten around to reading yet.

“But what about the—” you gestured to the other room, where the sheets were stained, more appropriate for his lab than your bedroom.

“It’s nothing that needs your attention,” Dottore replied. “For now, relax.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. His unmasked face was close to yours, mouth upturned in a playful smile. Your lips met his once, twice, soft and eager kisses that you hoped conveyed your appreciation for the gesture and care. His tongue brushed yours, all of once, before the Harbinger pulled away and helped you out of your pajamas.

Out of habit, you bundled them to hide the blood, as though the man next to you had sensibilities too fragile for such things. You saw him covered in viscera, elbows deep in a specimen you had no name for, among other things; he was quite literally the last person to be bothered by the presence of blood.

Dottore helped you into the tub, the heat from the water enveloping you.

“Thank you, Zandik,” you murmured.

At the mention of his given name, the one long forgotten, you watched as the tips of his ears turned pink.

“Take your time. I’ll come back and check on you in a bit.”

The warm water didn’t rid you of the pain entirely but the edge was already disappearing. The medication, and maybe a nap together, would do the rest.

#tw: menstruation #menstruation #not sure how i want to tag this tbh #dottore/gn reader #dottore/gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #il dottore #dottore #idfk what to tag this but it's literally what it says on the label so feel free to ignore

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kaeyas-beloved · 11 months

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☕️ with my boy Kaeya

I think you mean OUR boy Kaeya 🤨/lh/j also I’m McCrying over the ending cause I don’t think it’s the best but it is what it is :(( (still a little salty over this not saving so I had to rewrite the ending 😭)

CWs: gn!reader

Acts of service prompts: open!

[ ☕️ ] - memorising how they take their tea/coffee and making it for them without being asked

If there was one thing Kaeya hated more than waking up on a workday, it was waking up with the sun glaring in his beautiful, heterochromatic eyes.

A low groan rumbled from his throat, eyes squinting shut as he rolled over, burying his head in his pillow. What a cruel world he lives in, forced to work when all he wants is to remain in bed with you. However, the responsible part of him knew he had to get up, but that didn’t stop him from reaching over to cuddle with you for just five more minutes.

Though when his bare hand went to search for you and was met with cold sheets his head snapped up from the pillow, eyes wide. You’d always lay with him until he woke up, so your absence was like a splash of cold water. Just where could you have-?

“Morning sleepyhead,” a voice called out, light in volume and sweet to the ear. Immediately, his gaze is drawn over to the bedroom door where you stand, still in your pyjamas. Kaeya hadn’t realized until then how tense his shoulders were, but now that you’d returned within sight his muscles relaxed, body sinking back into the mattress.

He looks at you with this gorgeous, sleepy smile and hums in response. His gaze trails your form as you make your way over to his side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge.

“It’s a good morning indeed, now that you’re here.” Like moments before he reaches out for you, hand splaying along your leg and giving it a tiny squeeze.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you offer a smile in return nonetheless, “oh Kaeya… sweetheart, love of my life, you’re such a flirt, even bright and early.”

“But you enjoy it, don’t you?” You laugh, nodding with your agreement. How could you not? He means every compliment he says to you.

Amidst the tender scene (and the act of staring at your content expression), Kaeya spots something new, “what’s that you got there?” Shuffling a little so he can sit up, he tilts his head in hopes to spot the contents of the mug, “coffee?”

“Mhm, for you.” You offer the porcelain, his large hands meeting and wrapping around yours as he takes it, “two and half scoops of sugar and a splash of milk - just the right amount of sweetness - just how you like it.”

There’s a second where you miss the warmth of the cup and your lovers hands, the heat lingering on your own, but when you spot the blank look on Kaeya’s face it’s like all the heat in your body leaves you.

He just stares at the cup, hair falling over his shoulder and creating a curtain to hide some of his face. The silence is worrying and your mouth opens and closes as you search for anything to say, “if… if it’s not how you like I can go make you-”

Your worries are cut off by his quiet mumbles. “Say that again my love?”

“Just how I… like it?” Kaeya tears his gaze away from the rippling coffee, eyes staring up at your confused face. You are the first person in such a long time to make him something to help start his day. The last time someone did was… a very long time ago.

Slowly his lips quirk into a smile, the softest one he’s had all morning, “thank you. I really appreciate it.”

The breath you’ve been holding leaves you as you lean forward and capture the captain’s lips with your own. When you go to back away you can’t help but giggle just a little at Kaeya chasing after you, “Of course, anything for you. Plus, I know you’re not a big fan of mornings.”

“You know me too well, from my dislikes all the way to how I like my kisses,” something a little more teasing coats his tone with his next words, “so that means you know I need no less than three more kisses from you before I head off to work. Will you help a man in need and let him have another one now?”

You laugh again and, never one to say no to him and a kiss, you go back for another, lingering longer than last time. Setting the mug out of the way, Kaeya pulls you closer to him, pouring all the love he can into this one sign of affection. And when air becomes a necessity, your lover tugs you into a hug instead, hoping to convey in this embrace all he wants to. Thank you, I love you.

He’ll repay this kindness and love, he swears it. For now though, he’ll stick to enjoying what you’ve given him. He’d hate for your work to go to waste.

Maybe, just maybe, mornings are okay, but only if you’re apart of it.

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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Wheeeeeee, this is gonna be interesting. ^^'

Fluuf + NSFW King Boo x female reader, please - the reader is returning from a long trip and KB is waiting for them.

Dawww, KB! I love him a looot~ Happy birthday, Ellie (Oct26th)! Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you like this fic!

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King Boo x Reader - Not Even a 'Hello?' (Smut!)

You were so, so ungodly exhausted right now.

You’ve spent the past few weeks on a business trip, traveling from place to place. If jet lag didn’t kill you, it would be the incredible pain radiating from your joints as you walked up the stairs to King Boo’s mansion. If you weren’t holding onto the railing tightly, you’d certainly fall over and die immediately.

With a soft whine, you managed to shove one of the heavy front doors open— it was always unlocked. Your poor little arms and legs felt like deadweights, as if they were dragging you down. There were a handful of Boos in the main entrance, some of which who moved away— likely to tell KB that you’ve arrived. The couple Boos that stayed looked at you in concern but chose not to say anything, not wanting to be nice to a mere human. They’ll... warm up to you. Eventually. Even though you’ve known King Boo for... a couple of years now.

You stared up the daunting grand staircase with a grimace, unsure if you’d be able to get up another set of stairs. Your personal room was on the second floor, but you really didn’t need to lay down in a bed, did you?

With that thought in mind, you weakly shuffled over to the living room and promptly flopped down onto the awaiting couch, letting out a long, tired sigh. Your bones and muscles seem to agree with your sigh, making you sink into the very comfortable couch.

“Ohhh... my goodness,” you murmured, closing your eyes for a very long moment. You were going to fall asleep, but a familiar voice spoke up before you could.

“So you’re not even gonna say hello to me?” King Boo scoffed, probably floating right above you. Even if he hadn’t said anything, the sudden cold air that settled around you was an indicator that he was near.

“I... I’m sorry,” you said quietly, peeking an eye open and seeing that he was floating directly above you. You squinted into his shaded purple eyes, trying to stay awake. “I’m just... I’ve just had a few very long weeks, KB...”

“And so you’re just gonna... sleep on the couch instead of your warm bed upstairs?” He huffed, the gem on his crown starting to glow.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to get up the grand staircase,” you said with a weak, sheepish smile.

“You didn’t even try to climb up the stairs?” King Boo rolled his eyes, and without waiting for you to respond, he teleported you somewhere.

You released a groan when you plopped down onto your bed upstairs, feeling just a little dizzy from the sudden teleport. “Can you at least warn me when you teleport me like that?” You said with a small pout, turning your head towards him.

“Could you let me know when you get here next time?” He huffed, floating closer to the bed. Carefully, as you got under the covers and he laid down next to you, sort of looking like a deflated beachball, or a half-melted marshmallow. You’d never grow old of the sight of him ‘laying’ down next to you.

You hummed in response at what he said, scooching closer to him so you and he could somewhat cuddle. You sort of acted at the ‘spoon’ around him, with his little tail between your warm thighs. You shifted around a little, bringing the blanket more over your shoulders before closing your eyes, getting ready to fall asleep.

…

Okay, so you couldn’t sleep.

A soft whine escaped you, and you opened your eyes to stare at the wall by the wardrobe. Even though you were drop dead exhausted, you... you just couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t sleep.

After a while, King Boo let out a huff. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“...I can’t sleep,” you admitted with a frown, causing him to shift around under the blanket to squint at you.

“What do you mean you can’t sleep?”

“I... I dunno... I just can’t sleep,” you said, sighing. “I guess I’m still pent up from working all week... I guess. I dunno, but it’s very frustrating that I can’t fall asleep.”

“...Pent up?” King Boo repeated slowly.

“Yeah... I mean, like I said, it has just been a really long couple of weeks, so—” You blinked when all of your clothes suddenly vanished, leaving you completely bare under the blankets. “Um.”

You turned your head just as King Boo vanished as well, but he must’ve merely turned transparent for a moment since something large moved under the blankets. You opened your mouth to say something to him— but gasped instead when you felt his little nubs lift the back of your thighs up, setting your legs to rest against the top of his round body.

“K-King Boo, what— ooh...” You closed your eyes pleasurably when his fat tongue rolled against your bare pussy, sending light shivers down your spine due to the coldness. “O-Oh... fuck...”

You arched your back as he continued the action a handful of times— to the point where your pussy had become mildly numb.

You and King Boo have had a... few sexual experiences, but you didn’t think he’d be so up and ready to do something for you like this. He must’ve really missed you when you were gone for that business trip...

Though, it was a good thing he ordered his Boos to knock on the door whenever going into your room, because if they saw you like this with their King... you’d certainly be embarrassed beyond belief.

King Boo pressed his tongue against your clit, eliciting a moan from you. You didn’t know if it was because you were tired and that was making you sensitive, or if he just was naturally good at making you feel, well, good, but even though he has only had his tongue against you for a few minutes, you already felt close to cumming.

He dipped his tongue into a few times, only managing to push it in a few inches due to how large his tongue was, but it made you moan all the same.

King Boo somewhat fucked your pussy with his cold tongue, causing you to become increasingly louder and louder. Your warm walls spasmed around his tongue, and, and—

Before too long, you came, and he cleaned you with your tongue so there wouldn’t be a mess.

As you closed your eyes when exhaustion hit you full force after your climax ended, you felt your clothes reappear onto you as King Boo scooched around, settling by your tummy so you could spoon him again— which you immediately did as such.

You murmured out a quiet thanks, and you only heard a gentle “of course” in response before you finally fell asleep.

#quest tober #reader insert #king boo #king boo x reader #luigi’s mansion #luigi's mansion 3 #👀 spice

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Affection With Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijima X Reader, Satori Tendou X Reader, Eita Semi X Reader, Tsutomu Goshiki X Reader, Kenjiro Shirabu X Reader

Summary: Ways they show affection

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅 Toshi won’t often say the words ‘I love you’, but there are other ways that he will show you.

🦅 He does small things like always knowing where you are, he keeps an eye on you, he knows when you need his help and he’s there.

🦅 Someone knocks into you and he’ll catch you and recenter you before helping you pick up anything that you dropped.

🦅 He often reminded you of things that you needed to do if you forgot or misplaced something.

🦅 He always walked on the side of the road closest to the cars and linked your hands to make sure that you never got too far from him.

🦅 When there were large crowds he’d loop an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him, he’ll see danger approaching you way before you did and have you avoid it without you ever knowing that it was there.

🦅 He literally pays for everything, he’s faster than you at every turn, he's handing his card over before you can even find your purse/wallet or count out your money.

🦅 Toshi is an amazing listener and he’ll listen to you talk for hours, he loves your voice and would give anything to hear you everyday.

🦅 He’s not into PDA really, he makes sure that everyone knows that your together though, soft kisses to the temple or linking your hands and of course looping his arm around your shoulder.

🦅 He flies you out to wherever he is if you want to come see him, if you do come he’ll be sure to search for your approval before acknowledging the fans or leaving your side for pictures, autographs and interviews.

🦅 He doesn’t really care about social media, so anything that is posted is always left up to you, he really doesn’t mind, he trusts you with his image.

🦅 He is more touchy when you're at home, he’ll wrap an arm around your was it when you cooking, stir while you add things to the pot and then eat with you while talking to you about his day.

You had spent the whole day laying across the sofa with your arm over your face, you had the biggest headache and you couldn’t shift it. You groaned as you moved your arm from your face and squinted as you flung your legs over the side of the couch standing up, you walked into the kitchen, you looked through the fridge as you tried to figure out something that you cook for Toshi, once you figured out something to cook you found some gloves and a mask to make sure that Toshi didn’t get whatever you were sick with.

Toshi walked into the house, he could hear you in the kitchen, he took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen he walked over but stopped short upon seeing the mask and gloves “why are you wearing that?” He asked.

“I’m not feeling very well. I didn't want to give you whatever I have.” You answered, Toshi frowned as he leaned forward turning off the stove. “Hey what are yo-”

“You said that you don’t feel well.” He said softly pulling you away from the stove “you need rest.” He gently took the mask off of your face and smiled softly when he could see your face.

“You’ll get sick.” You tried to step away from him but he looped an arm around your shoulder leading you towards the bedroom.

“Come on.” He urged, he walked you into the bathroom and started running a bath once he was happy with the temperature he helped you to get in, he knelt next to the tub and helped you clean yourself up, he noticed the way that your eyes started drooping. “Stay with me for a little while, my love.”

“Mm.” You hummed rubbing at your eyes, he helped you out of the tub before drying and dressing you.

“Do you feel sick love?” He asked as he tucked you into bed.

“No, just a headache and I feel really sleepy.” You explained snuggling into the covers “and a little cold.”

“Can you sit up for a second?” Toshi asked as he walked back into the room, he held out some painkillers and a glass of water “take these and then you can go to sleep.”

“You haven’t eaten yet.” You reminded him and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll finish what you were cooking if you promise to rest.” He said softly tucking you back into bed as you nodded.

“Okay.” You agreed, he didn’t leave the room until your breathing evened out and your body relaxed, once he was sure that you were comfortable he went and finished cooking, he put some aside for you in case you woke up hungry before going back to the bedroom, he ate in the bedroom with you, he made sure to keep you close to make sure he was there the moment that you needed anything.

Satori Tendou

🍫 Tori was one of the most expressive when it came to your relationship, he told you every chance that he got that he loved you.

🍫 Says he loves you every time that he left the house or ended a call no matter who was around.

🍫 He was always taking selfies and posting them with captions about how amazing and beautiful you are.

🍫 You are his lockscreen and he never misses the chance to show people who his beautiful girlfriend is.

🍫 You are his one and only taste tester, your opinion was the one that mattered and he made sure to remember your favorite for special occasions.

🍫 As he gained fame for as a chocolatier, there were girls who tried to get his attention and he would always turned them down but if he saw that it bothered you in any way he’d walk over and press the most obnoxious kiss to your lips followed by a wink as he started a conversation with you and left the girl hanging.

🍫 Thanks to his volleyball days he could read the mood that you were in by just looking at you and often did his best to make you feel better or maintain a good mood.

🍫 He made sure that he finished early at least once a week and never worked weekends so that he could spend time with you.

🍫 He never let you think any less of yourself and any time that you said something bad about yourself he took you to the nearest reflective surface to tell you all the reasons that you were wrong.

🍫 If someone asked a question about you that he didn’t know the answer to, he would make sure that he asked you so that he’d be able to answer the question later.

🍫 Whenever you were sitting together he’d always put your hands together and measure them before intertwining his long fingers with yours and gently running his thumb against your knuckle.

He loved going back to Japan with you, if you met there it was nostalgic and if you didn’t he liked showing you all the places he went when he was younger.

You had just gotten back from shopping with a few friends, you were looking for an outfit to wear to the banquet that Satori had told you he was taking you to “Tori!” You yelled as you walked into the bedroom putting the bags on the bed, you saw that the bathroom door was slightly open and you could hear the shower. “Tori!”

“Hey baby! Didn’t think you would be back so soon!” He yelled as you heard the water stop, he stepped into the room a couple of seconds later drying his hair and walking over to the bags. “What did you get?”

“I could show you if you want?” You suggested attempting to walk past him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into him.

“I would love for you to show me.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“You're going to have to let me go if you want to see.” You reminded him but his arms only tightened around you. “Tori?” When there was no answer you poked at his side and he jumped away from you.

“What was that for?” He asked massaging his side where you poked him.

“You were dripping water all over me.” You pouted and he smirked as he turned away from you to pull on a pair of boxers as you took the dress out of the bag, he walked up behind you and wrapped you up in his arms again.

“I like it.” He said softly.

“It’s not on me yet.” You giggled.

“Anything would look good on you.” He dismissed your sentence as his fingers started to move against your sides.

“Tori stop that!” You tried to get away from him, he leaned forward forcing you to fall on the bed as he continued to tickle you.

“This is for poking me.” He laughed as you tried to roll away from him.

“Stop! Stop!” You yelled, finally managing to slip away from him.

“Alright I’m sorry,” He smiled, sitting up and putting his hands out to you. “I’ll stop.”

“You promise?” You asked.

“Mmhm. Now how about we order some food and then you show me that dress you bought and then we’ll watch that show you wanted to watch.” He suggested.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He answered as he handed you his phone to choose something to eat while finished getting dressed.

Eita Semi

🎸 Eita didn’t need the world to know about his affection for you but he made sure that you knew.

🎸 When you were in public he would only go as far as holding your hand and kissing your cheek however it was a different story inside the house.

🎸 When he was listening to you talking gently, running his hands over your arms or back while listening to you also adding in his opinion when needed.

🎸 He’d defend you to the end of the earth, you made sure to be careful what he told you because he never cared how his behaviour would affect him if it defended you.

🎸 Yes he's a musician but you were the first person he would talk to when something was pitched to him, he wanted to know what you felt about it, if you didn’t like it he wasn’t doing it.

🎸 He made sure that you liked all of his band mates before officially joining the band.

🎸 He has picks with your name on them for when you weren’t able to be at a concert or event, though most of the time he made sure that you could be, even going as far as changing dates to fit your schedule.

🎸 Whenever you had down time, he’d make sure that you both spent the time together whether you were laying together in bed listening to music, sitting together watching a show you needed to catch up on or he was helping you with something.

🎸 Will always say that he loves you especially when you were going to be spending an extended amount of time apart.

🎸 He’d always comment on an outfit that he liked and would make sure to tell you about an outfit or item of clothing he loved.

🎸 Would pretend that he hated when you took his clothes but loved walking into a room and seeing you in his shirt and would leave them around to make sure that you were never cold.

🎸 He’d always put his hand on your thigh when he was driving even when you weren’t the only ones in the car.

“Semi!” You whined as you walked into the living room where he was sitting on the floor with his guitar, he looked up at you and smiled.

“How can I help you?” He asked pushing aside the sheet music that he was looking at to give you his full attention.

“I’m bored!” You informed him “what are you doing?”

“Just working on some stuff for the band.” He answered.

“Oh! Sorry I’ll go find something to do-”

“Come here.” He smiled, gesturing for you to come over.

“Your busy-”

“Come here.” He said it firmer this time and patted the floor in between his legs. You walked over still a bit unsure but when you finally sat down he pulled you until your back was pressed against his chest he put the guitar on your crossed legs and rested his head on your shoulder.

“You wanna learn how to play?” He asked.

“I tried before but I couldn’t get it right…” You informed him and he smiled.

“Bet I can teach you.” He smiled moving your hands to the right positions gently talking you through the basics running through cords with your hands placed over his to mimic hand and finger positions before getting you to do it yourself. Your attempts were sloppy but that was expected.

“What were you working on before I came in?” You asked, his arms moved from around your waist to take the place of your hands on the guitar, he started to play the music as you leaned back into him listening. “You write that?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I’ll write a few different ones and the guys will choose what ones they like or we’ll change them a little.”

“I like this one.” You mumbled “if that means anything.”

“Means everything, beautiful.” He said softly as he put the guitar to the side and hugged you tighter.

Tsutomu Goshiki

💚 Goshiki is second loudest about his love for you, the only difference between him and Tendou is that he gets flustered when you return his feelings.

💚 He will actually get angry at you if you make self-deprecating comments, he thinks that you're amazing and will have you think no less of yourself

💚 He seeks your approval the same way that he did Ushijima, when you gave him your approval he made sure to compliment you as well.

💚 Loves to take you to practice and have you at games, he makes sure to find you in the crowd when he has the chance and even blows you a kiss every once in a while. Catch it… He’ll have something to say if you don’t.

💚 While his training and games didn’t allow for traditional dates he will try to get you out to wherever his team is playing and then you’d both stay for a couple days after so that you could see the sights.

💚 His lock screen would change every time that he took a new picture of you, he was always ready.

💚 If you start talking before someone else, no matter how important he won’t answer them until you're finished, he claims it’s because he doesn’t hear them but you're not convinced.

💚 He sends gushing messages to friends telling them about how amazing and cute you are.

💚 Will call you every night that you aren’t together and stay on the phone with you until you're ready to hang up or you fall asleep.

💚 When you guys watch a movie or tv series together that you love, you’ll quote lines to each other, like your own language, literally no one else understands.

💚 You’d always be the first person that he asked when he needed help, he trusted you with everything, he gave you all his passwords, security codes and pins in case you needed anything while he wasn’t there.

💚 Will encourage anything that you want to do or try, never tells you that you can’t do it.

You guys finally had a day off, the team had a rest day after they won a championship and you had some holiday to use, the whole day had consisted of you laying around doing nothing, you caught up on episode of shows that you hadn’t watched and even watched a new movie, you had ordered something to eat. “I need to do a hair mask and a face mask.” You mumbled to yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror in the hallway.

“Let’s do it!” He cheered as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You don’t have to do it.” You smiled and he shook his head.

“I want to.” He promised as you looked at him before nodding.

“Okay.” You smiled. You both went and had a shower getting into your dressing gowns, you got all of your self care stuff out as he walked into the room, you gestured to the chair for him to sit down, he walked over pushing you into the seat first “You did mine first last time.” He said working the hair mask through your hair softly before scooping all of your hair into a shower cap and using the hair dryer to add some heat before you swapped places for you to do the same.

“Hey, I spoke to Semi the other day.” He said as you straddled his waist to put the clay mask on his face.

“Oh yeah?” You asked.

“They were talking about getting together there to watch a TV show for Tendou we were all going to watch together.” He explained.

“You know you don’t need my permission to meet up with your old friends.” You smiled as you spread the clay evenly.

“First off I do, maybe you had something planned, second I was asking because I want you to come with me.” He answered. “They all want to see you again as well.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He asked. “Everyone loves you.”

“I doubt that.” You mumbled as he started gently applying the clay to your face. “When are you meeting up?”

“In a couple of weeks.” He answered, making sure that he was happy with his work before scraping the excess back into the pot and then wiping his hands off. “You want to go?”

“Of course I’ll go.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Hey Goshiki?”

“What up Babe?” He asked.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” You smiled.

“Anytime I’ll do anything to spend time with you, I just want to see you smile.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you guys continued with the rest of the routine.

Kenjiro Shirabu

🩺 Shirabu was very busy with his studying but he tried to make sure that there was still time for you.

🩺 He made sure that he ate food with you and allocated time to step studying and doing assignments to spend time with you.

🩺 When you went out together he would make sure that he had a clear plan for everything, if you went to a restaurant he would ask what you want and order for you.

🩺 If he noticed that you were uncomfortable he’d pull you out of the situation and try to figure out what had caused your change in mood, as well as getting you away from it if you needed to.

🩺 He’d often tell you how much he loved you and how much he needed you just to make sure that you never felt unloved.

🩺 He made sure to pick up things that you liked, even if he only heard you mention it in passing.

🩺 He loved sitting with you when he was studying. He would have his face buried in a textbook but he’d have your legs or head on his lap so that he was touching you in some way.

🩺 He’d literally cancel plans for you, he decided a long time ago that time with you was more important than anything else.

🩺 Sometimes he got frustrated or angry and needed to take a step away from whatever he was doing, he’d either come find you or call you just to hear your voice and ground himself.

🩺 He’d often trace over your face in the morning to wake you up when you guys needed to do something or go somewhere. When you didn’t have anywhere to go he’d just lay there and admire you.

🩺 He didn’t really like photos that much but if you really wanted one he’d do it for you, which is how you got your matching lockscreens.

🩺 He’d always know when you were wearing a new item of clothing and would compliment it and even tell you about how good it would look with something else you wore before.

It had been a tough week for Shirabu, he had been locked away in the bedroom or at the library until dinner and then he ended up falling asleep before he could even ask you about your day, you never said anything but he felt really bad about it, he had managed to finish the assignment that he was working on though so he could make it up to you. He walked into the living room where you were sitting with your feet kicked up on the sofa, he stood at the end of it, climbed over the arm and dropped down, his head rested on your chest while the rest of his body slotted between your legs, you smiled as you put your phone down. “Did you finish that assignment?” You asked.

“Yeah I finished it.” He answered eyes closed.

“Are you hungry?” You asked gently, running your hands through his hair.

“No… Are you?” He asked.

“I ate something a little while ago, a sandwich.” You answered as he hummed in response before opening his eyes.

“So we can stay like this for a little while?” He asked.

“Yeah sure we can.” You said softly “you deserve a rest.”

“And you serve some attention for putting up with me these past couple of days.” he mumbled moving his head until he found some skin to press a kiss to.

“Are you done for a little while?” You asked.

“Mm, that was the last assignment before the holidays, I can spend more time with you for now.” He mumbled.

“I just don’t want you to be stressed out anymore.” You informed him and he looked at you and smiled.

“I love you.” He confessed and you bit your lip.

“I love you too.” you pressed a kiss to the top of head before turning to the TV. “Is there anything that you want to watch?”

“Doesn’t matter, just don’t leave.” He mumbled and you smiled putting on something that you knew that he liked as you both settled down for the night.

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astarionfreak · 2 months

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Palisade afternoon

// Ascended Astarion (evil) x Fem!Reader (Durge)

How long did you spend planning your escape only for it to fail? Astarion has bound you to him, body and soul. He has complete control. You are helpless as he takes advantage of you.

18+ • NSFW • 5K words (1/1) | Read on AO3 (a teaser is available below)

This is 5k words of smut and horror. It's is a scene idea that was cut from "Exile (Or: How you learned to stay)". You don't need to read Exile to read this. You do need to read the warnings though.

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. (All warnings in tags.)

Tags: Smut, Dark, Fear, Rape, Mind Control, Orgasm Denial, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Thigh Bites, Inappropriate object as dildo, Spit As Lube, Threats of pregnancy.

The dress you’re meant to wear to the party is hanging near the bed. It’s beautiful. You hate it.

So you pace the room instead of getting ready. Every few seconds you glance under the bed to where you’ve hidden a wooden stake. You can’t see it, but just knowing it’s there makes you uneasy.

It’s a plan. It’s freedom. Alternatively, it’s punishment. It’s death. No, not death, something far worse. If you try to kill him and fail — he won’t kill you, he’ll forgive you. His forgiveness is far more terrifying than the peace death promises.

Astarion’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Something the matter, little love?”

You spin on your heels to face him. You didn’t hear him arrive, you never do. He’s impossibly quiet, and always around when you think you’re alone.

“I thought you’d be busy all afternoon,” you say.

Your voice is quiet, weak. Pathetic. What were you thinking? Preparing that stake. You struggle to speak up to him. You can’t fight him. You certainly can’t kill him.

“Yes, well, I always make time for you.” Astarion turns to face the floor-length mirror. He begins to unbutton his doublet.

You know better than to ask what he’s doing here. So you bite your tongue. Your silence does not go unnoticed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, my pet,” he says.

You don’t want to speak, but his command pulls a half-truth from your tongue. “I’m not going tonight.”

He laughs softly, still staring at himself in the mirror. “Is that so?”

You nod. “Yes. I’m not going. It’s been decided.”

“And who made that decision?” He slips out of his doublet and lays it out on the dresser. He smooths his hand over his undershirt before turning to face you.

You curl your fists into tight little balls. “I decided.” The magic you once wielded with these very hands is lost to you. You’re defenseless against him. Against anyone. You’re so weak.

He laughs again. This time it sends a chill up your spine.

“That’s very cute.” He stalks toward you from the other side of the room, quickly closing the distance between you. “Perhaps I should clarify, you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Your heart thrashes against your chest. Your face and neck flush red with anxious arousal. “You can’t make me go.”

“I can, and you will. Would you like to know why?” he asks.

No. You should run, shouldn’t you? But your feet won’t move. Fear. That’s what this is, and it has you frozen in place.

Astarion is so close that the warmth of him envelops you, pulling you in even deeper. Hands that were once cold, that once touched you with some semblance of kindness, are warm and caress your face in a way that fills you with terror.

You try to pull away from him, but your body just won’t listen to you. “I’ll hurt you if you make me go,” you hiss.

He laughs at your empty threat. “With what, little bird? Your magic? Your hands? You’re far too weak.”

Astarion takes your hands in his and squeezes your fingers just tight enough to hurt. “Would you like to try to kill me now? I’ll even help you.”

He releases his grip and shoves you back. Astarion never leaves your space, always closer and closer, as you stumble back — even when your legs bump against the edge of the bed.

“Go ahead, collect what you’ve hidden beneath our bed.” He stares down at you with a look of pure malice.

Ice runs through your veins when you realize that he knows. How long? How long has he known?

“Feeling shy now? Really? Fine.” He lowers himself — each of his movements are calculated, calm, and threatening as he swiftly removes the wooden stake from under the bed. He takes your hand once more, places the stake firmly in your palm, and forces your trembling fingers to close around it.

The wood is incredibly smooth and certainly strong enough for the task at hand. You’re just not sure if you’re strong enough.

No. You know you’re not strong enough.

“Here’s your chance, darling,” he sneers. “I’ve been, oh, so, curious if something so simple could really hurt me.”

Is he talking about the stake or is he talking about you?

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astragazer · 2 years

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HAIKYUU BABY DADDY SCENARIOS

APPLE PIE (k. kozume)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know he’s a picky eater.

You have always noticed back in high school how Kenma would ignore his lunch and play with his videogame, and more often than not Kuroo would take away his games just so Kenma could eat his food. Even after years Kenma hasn’t changed, you thought. He has a small appetite, he always says he’s full even though he only ate half of the food on his plate.

“Hey,” you said, causing Kenma to look up from his phone when you spoke. “Don’t take so much after your daddy, alright?”

Kenma realized you weren’t talking to him, but rather you’re talking about him while you were looking down on your stomach, rubbing the baby bump that’s starting to get noticeable now even though you’re wearing a pullover sweater, that you took in Kenma’s closet since you always complained about being cold even though it’s not even winter yet.

“Don’t be a picky eater like him.”

“I’m not,” Kenma said, making you flicker your eyes up to him before you swing your legs off the couch and sit up.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not,” he repeated.

Knowing how futile it is to argue, you didn’t say anything as you stood up and headed to the kitchen. The doctor said after the first trimester, your morning sickness should subside, but for some reason yours haven’t even though you’re past that point.

And morning sickness became your least favorite thing in this whole pregnancy process, especially when you’re always craving to eat something and then throwing them out not a few seconds later.

You opened the fridge and searched for any food that would have your baby’s approval, but no matter how much food is in there, you can’t find anything that seems to suit your baby’s palate. You were about to close the fridge when you spotted a box of brownies and took it.

“They look appetizing enough,” you muttered, taking a bite, but just as you started chewing the chocolate treat, you started to feel your stomach lurch as though you’re chewing rubber and you put the box down on the kitchen island.

“Oh no, not again,” you said, throwing the food from your mouth in the sink and gulping down water.

The same night, as you toss and turn on the bed, you woke up suddenly craving something. It was very specific that you had to shake Kenma awake.

“Too early,” he muttered groggily as he turned to you, barely opening his eyes.

“I want apple pie.”

Kenma finally opened his eyes, albeit only half-lidded and stared at you, a look that clearly states an ‘are you kidding me’ before he lay back down on the bed while mumbling. “You can have a whole box tomorrow.”

“No, I want it now,” you said, shaking him again. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad my whole life than eating an apple pie tonight.”

Kenma turned to you, eyes now open as he looked at you. “You’ve never wanted anything so bad your whole life other than an apple pie?” he asked. “So you don’t want me? I’m hurt,” he said dryly, lying on his back with a hand on his chest.

After a few seconds of silence, Kenma felt the bed shift and when he opened his eyes again he saw you climbing down the bed.

“Fine,” you muttered with a huff. “If my husband isn’t going to get me an apple pie, I’ll go get it myself.”

Kenma thought you were just saying that, but when he saw you taking a jacket out and a purse from the closet, Kenma knew you were being serious. An apple pie in the middle of the night? Kenma sat up and climbed down the bed, walking up to you.

“You can’t go outside on your own.”

“But you’re not going to go out either,” you argued.

“Do you really want to have it right now?” he asked and you nodded. Kenma let out an inaudible sigh and took the jacket and purse from your hand. “Alright, I’ll get it, just wait here.”

You waited in the living room while Kenma went out, and after a while he came back with a box of apple pie while still with his phone. You happily ate and almost finished the entire box and Kenma is still holding his phone, excusing himself when someone called and coming back after a moment to see that you had fallen asleep.

The very next morning you woke up and recalled the things that occurred last night and the first thing you told Kenma was that you’re sorry.

“Sorry? For what?” he asked over breakfast.

“For being so stubborn and telling you to get apple pie even though it’s in the middle of the night.”

“It’s not something you should apologize for. You can have as many apple pies in the middle of the night as you want now.”

You furrowed your brows, looking at Kenma. “What do you mean?”

Kenma looked at his phone before he nodded in satisfaction and then looked at you.

“No, you didn’t,” you said even before he could say anything. Because you somehow knew what he just did. “No, you did not,” you repeated, this time shaking your head.

“I may have or may have not purchased the whole store selling apple pie.”

“No,”

“Yes,” Kenma said, standing up. “I may have.”

He did.

He did purchase a whole store, you had to remind yourself for the rest of the day. Just because you had a midnight craving, he ended up purchasing a whole store that sells your midnight craving. Now you’re actually cautious about asking him what you want to eat for dinner, or he might buy a whole fast food franchise.

Kenma, on the other hand, thought you might be mad at him for such an irrational decision, spending money on something like that.

“Do you know why I want to earn more money?” he suddenly asked while you two were in the living room after dinner, eating dessert while watching a rerun of a TV show.

“Because money is an essential thing. And something that we shouldn’t spend on a whim,” you said, adding the last part as you looked at Kenma.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you until he spoke, cupping your face, his forehead pressed on your forehead.

“Because I want to give you everything that money can buy.”

“Now you sound like you married a gold-digger,” you said with a chuckle and Kenma leaned back.

“But I didn’t,” he said. “I’m still learning between giving you everything that money can buy and everything else that money can’t buy.”

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him, taking his hands and pulling it down as you held them, intertwining your fingers. “Though I still think you overdid it by actually purchasing that store.”

“Not my fault,” he said, a hint of playful smile playing along his lips before his eyes flickered down. “The kid took so much after me, picky eater.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hello hello my lovely!! English is not my first language I hope this is fine 😊 Can I have a request with Morning for Mollymauk? Fluffy if possible!! 💜

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting! Went true Mollymauk cutesy with this one so I hope you like how it turned out! 😘

First thing in the morning, minds returning to consciousness, decently rested after a long day before, Mollymauk feels cold. No amount of additional blankets can keep at bay the ice in his veins, and his infernal blood has been quelled. He supposes it might have something to do with the turning weather, the summer heat being exchanged for a frigid cold, far too cold for his likings, and the worst is yet to come, but such a thing is easily remedied with the right company. He opens his eyes and there he sees, wrapped in a blanket of your own, a true beauty. Shoulders slumped, legs pulled up on the wooden chair. You pick pieces of fruit and cheese from a plate and nibble at them quietly. Your hair’s a mess. You’ve not made an effort to get changed into your day clothes which only shows Molly you’ve not yet made up your mind wether it is best to join him or brave the world beyond this bedroom door. He’d make an argument about it being far too early but given the muffled bustling from the tavern below, and the people outside in the market square, he doubts that is the case. The sliver of daylight from between the drawn curtains illuminates you just perfectly and only confirms; you truly are a sight to wake up to.

Groaning he stretches into a half-seated but still very much slouched position, adjusting the pillow to be more comfortable. When his chest falls bare to the cold air he regrets it instantly and pulls the blankets closer around him. You watch from your spot popping a grape into your mouth mumbling something along the lines of ‘good morning’ though you’re hard to understand clearly in your own groggy morning state.

“Did your mother not teach you it’s rude to speak with your mouth full?” Molly’s voice is still heavy with sleep but your response wakes him up a bit more because next he knows a grape hits him in the face and you’re giggling. He simply reaches for the fallen grape as it lies on the blankets, tosses it up and catches it in his mouth.

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to steal food from someone else?” You mimic his tone of voice crossing your arms playfully.

“Besides the fact I don’t know if I even have a mother I’m not sure a blatantly discarded grape counts as stealing food. I’d say it was abandoned and I found it.” Molly tries to be a smart-arse as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, just right in time to catch another grape thrown his way in his mouth and so you toss another, and another. “If you were going to feed me breakfast, love, I’d prefer you do it here in bed instead of ten feet away where I can’t even repay the effort appropriately.” You might have made a comment about nothing to do with him being appropriate but decide to hold your tongue for now.

You seem to consider for a second before you get up from the chair, take your plate and saunter over to the bed where you take a seat on the opposite end, right where his feet lay hidden beneath the blankets. You keep your own blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you put the plate on the abandoned side of the bed where you once resided. Molly whispers some choice of words under his breath and sits up further until the only distance between the two of you is caused by his bent knees. His back falls bare and he shivers.

“Oh, my poor darling, not a fan of the cold, are you?” He begins playing with the edges of the blanket you keep around yourself. You take a piece of cheese, take a bite.

“Only because you’re not here to keep me warm.” He winks and so you offer the remainder of the slice of cheese to him. Molly takes it between his teeth as he tries to adjust himself and eat it. In this motion he manages to grab the bottom of your blanket and pull it away from you and wraps it around himself in one fast motion leaving gawking. Suddenly you’re the one exposed to the cold air and wrap your arms around yourself, curling up to preserve what warmth you can. In reality it’s not so bad but you’ll put on the performance for the circus man if you have to. You’ll do it gladly for this little game.

“Rude!” You exclaim as the tiefling clicks his tongue and tilts his head all too innocently.

“You know, love, I think I’m okay. It’s not that cold anymore.” He moves for the plate and you dive for it too. You’re quicker this time and snatch it away just before he can reach it, putting your leg between yourself and him, foot flat against his chest to keep him out of arm’s reach, even when you feel his hands grab onto your ankle and try to move it. You’re at an advantage given your position.

“And this fruit, delicious. There’s even some cherries. Those are your favourites, if I recall correctly. Such a shame I’ll have to eat them all alone.” You purr deviously popping one in your mouth with an amount of sex-appeal Molly rightfully is proud of.

“Yes, yes. Such a shame I’m perfectly content under these warm soft blankets.” He brushes his fingers along your ankle, calf, and up your thigh so lightly he knows it causes goosebumps. “You’re not getting cold, are you? Oh dear.” You play it cool, as much as you can and eat another cherry musing as you do about how delicious it is.

“Not at all, but thank you for your concern, darling. I think I’ll just finish my breakfast downstairs, though. See you when you’re ready to crawl out of that cocoon of stolen warmth?” You blow him a kiss as you try to pull free your leg. Molly lets you go as you catch him off guard and you get up from the bed, walking around and making your way towards the door.

“Now hold on. No need for such drastic measures. Truce?” He takes the stolen blanket from around him and offers it to you. You tap your chin and hum. When it takes a little too long, Molly unwraps the blankets around him and opens them up, moving more towards the centre of the bed, as if to show there’s plenty of space for you. He gives you a look you simply can’t refuse but you feign indifference as you turn back to the bed and sit on the side. You take a cherry from the plate and hold it between thumb and index finger, think just a little longer to where he hesitates what you might decide next, but then you bring the cherry to his lips and Molly happily takes it from you, victory in his eyes as much as satisfaction. The cherries really are delicious. This was a good deal.

You put the plate in his lap once he stretches his legs and curl against his side as Molly throws an arm and therefor a solid couple of pounds worth of blankets across your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. There you sit together nibbling away at breakfast. This is a good morning.

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Hello ! Baby train with Yuri ? In his informations it is said that he loves his family so... ;v;

(Here comes the train!!!!)

Yuri was an absolute trooper through the duration of the pregnancy. Your usually calm, cool and collected husband had been abnormally enthusiastic and attentive, being incredibly involved in every facet of pregnancy.

Anything that other men and women might consider a bit gross or uncomfortable, he didn’t bat an eye at. He was there to help you through the morning sickness, needing help going to the bathroom, giving you massages, making strange foods to sate the cravings, and being wildly generous no matter how intense your mood swings could be.

Yuri was your rock, and he was still there, even in the throes of giving birth. Squeezing his hand to the point of breaking bones? No problem. Feverish and grimacing in pain with every single push? He was right there, coaching you to keep fighting.

Your tears were his, and your pain was his burden to bear as much as he possibly could. It was nothing compared to what you were going through, but he was determined to give you every ounce of support in him.

And thankfully, finally, it all paid off. A beautiful baby boy was born at exactly 2:07 A.M., on the 7th day of the Wyvern Moon.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Yuri was absolutely over said moon the second Flayn announced it. The boy was cleaned and wrapped up, brought to the Archbishop’s bedside so that you might put your hands on him for the very first time.

Yuri’s legs nearly gave out when he spotted a little puff of lavender hair sprouting out of the bundle of woven blankets. He had his Papa’s hair.

“Meet your son, Lady Archbishop. Congratulations!” Flayn beamed at the new parents, gently settling him onto your chest. Yuri pressed into your side, a trembling hand on your shoulder as you pulled back the blankets.

The baby was still whimpering, still confused and unsure as to why everything had gotten so bright and cold, all of a sudden. When your hand fell onto his little back, though, he quieted and wondered what to think.

“Good morning, dear one…it’s so nice to finally meet you.” Your whisper earned a curious noise, bright green eyes suddenly opening at the sound of your voice. Yuri’s heart skipped a beat.

“He knows you.” He could hear the wobble in his own voice, but he genuinely did not care. “Little boy, you know your mother- do you know my voice, too?”

The baby blinked them open once, twice, three times, before hiding his face in your chest, squeezing tiny hands into fists on your skin. You giggled, petting his soft, purple hair.

“Don’t forget, you sang to him more often than spoke- I’m sure he’d recognize you easier if you did that much.”

“Perhaps I will…once the three of us are alone.” Yuri smiled, glancing back to the team of monastery clerics, all of which watching over the sweet new family’s display quietly and smiling just as brightly as the new parents were.

“He seems to be quite healthy, milady. I think we can leave you all alone for a little while until we need to check back in.” Manuela motioned to Flayn and the others to follow suit, “We’ll return with some medicine and food for you, Archbishop. For now, enjoy your time together.”

She seemed just as elated as the rest, ushering them out with a wink.

“Congratulations, you two. You’re a beautiful family.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Yuri nodded to her; as wild and strange as Manuela could be, she was an expert in her field, and they couldn’t have asked for a better woman to help deliver their son.

“Would you come a little closer?” You ask your husband, “I think there’s enough room.”

“I’ll make room.” He gingerly helps you shift just slightly, enough so that he can squeeze himself onto the edge of the bed and lay down next to you. The warmth that surrounded you both was wildly comforting, the baby nuzzling into you at the sound of another person beside him.

It did sound fairly familiar, Yuri’s voice, even if the little one couldn’t quite place who it was just yet. Your husband was smiling softly, gently patting the baby’s back as he nuzzled into your chest.

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll get more familiar with me soon enough. Perhaps once I start singing more, you’ll remember me properly.”

“I’m looking forward to your private concerts. You do have a way with nursery rhymes.” You grinned, making him roll his eyes.

“Those aren’t for you to listen to, you know- you mustn’t eavesdrop on your child’s personal musician.”

“He was inside of my body. Was I supposed to plug my ears?” You laughed, making Yuri feign annoyance.

“You should! It is only right you respect mine and my son’s privacy.”

“Hush.” You gently knocked your head against his, making him snicker. He leaned into you, resting his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, resting fully into you.

Despite his teasing, it was obvious that Yuri was utterly floored, enamored and over the moon with the newest addition to his family. He could not have been happier, getting to see and hold his son for the very first time. He was perfect in every way; he could only hope that the baby would grow up to become a capable and excellent individual; someone he could support without hesitation, just like his wife.

For now, though, he could be patient and simply enjoy the present. Which in this case meant snoozing the exhausting morning away with a baby safely tucked away in his parent’s arms.

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Burning Flame

chapter 2

You were gonna make him beg for it and you mean it. Or so you thought you were.

“I want you on top of me tonight Kyo” you said giving up on hopes of making him pay for neglecting you for weeks on end with no intimacy or romantic nights. Instead you got on your back opened your legs and was ready to beg like a bitch in heat. “Princess I’m not going easy tonight” he said taking off your black dress that hugged your body so well just the way he liked. He laid your naked body on the bed with your back on the bed. Your nipples grew hard as the cold air in the room hit them you blushed lightly.

“Say it princess. Say what you want daddy to do to you” Kyojuro said while sucking on your left nipple. “I-I want you to fuck me Kyo I’m your dirty little slut”. He came up to kiss you as he kissed you, you moaned into the kiss as it deepened and your lust began to grow out of control. He pulls away from the kiss and kisses your nose “your such a naughty little thing, I think I’ll have to fuck the brattiness out of you do you like the way that sounds princess”

You bit your bottom lip thinking about it. Kyojuro picked you up and put you on all fours and spanked you on the ass a few times for you to arch your back for him. He removed his boxers and placed his tip at your wet entrance you’ve never needed lubrication because he always got you so worked up you lost your virginity to this man at the age of 17 and here you are at the age of 24 still haven’t had another man’s cock inside of you and didn’t plane on it. “Beg for it” was all he said as he didn’t push anything inside of you but kept his cock placed at your interest enough for you to feel his tip almost inside or your pussy.

“Kyojuro punish me I’ve been a very bad girl a very very bad girl” you found yourself begging he only makes you beg when he finds your bitching very annoying and he wants to break you out of that because one days he would like to make you his wife and put a baby inside of you but he won’t do it if your bitching continues he knows you want nothing more than the wedding of your dreams with him by your side.

“That’s my slut” he says right before he starts to pound into you not giving you even a second to get used to his size. Your a moaning mess you coming undone just like that you came for the first time tonight it hadn’t even been a full 10 minutes inside of you and you were already cumming on his cock. Kyojuro pulls out of you and puts you in a breeding position. With your legs against your breasts he pushes back inside of you deeper than ever pounding your wet and sore pussy. The screaming of his naming coming from your mouth and the slapping of skin was all to be heard from the bedroom.

“This is what you get when your a bad girl princess” he pulls you by your neck and makes you look him dead in his eyes as you cum for the second time “Kyojuro I-I’m cumming~” your walls tighten around his think cock milking him you squirt all over his cock and his lower chest you fill your stomach start to fill full as his thick cum starts to fill you. The next thing you new you were blacked out laying on your shared bed next to your boyfriend.

—————Time skip the next morning ————

You awaken to your boyfriend sitting in his chair watching his favorite show MHA you personally never really watched it with him you would only cuddle with him while he did. You remember what happened last night but your sheets are clean and you have on one of his shirts. “Will good morning princess are you feeling better my flame” taking a sip of his drink he walked over to you kissing your forehead “I-I’m sorry for being a brat Kyo” you say looking up at the man that stands before you “it’s okay princess though just for you I have taken the day off we are going to spend time with the others today and tonight I will be taking you somewhere special”.

Later you took a bath together which lead to some not so clean activities in the bathroom. The maid’s hadn’t had a good sleep last night due to you and your boyfriend very loud fun time last night now they have to clean the bathroom not to mention the biggest one in the house and it wasn’t just a small mess it was a big one. You went to get ready for your day out with your bsfs and they’re boyfriends which where always your boyfriends business partners and his bsfs. Come to think of it… you wonder how Tengen took to your friends behavior last night……

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End of chapter two

I hope everyone enjoyed I know it’s short I promise the next one will be two times as bigger next time I’ll be taking it to Tengen and Y/N’s bsf any name ideas for her name or how she would look? I hope you all have a nice day thank you all for reading my story and being patient with me

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