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fyodorloveclub · 7 months

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PRETTY, PRETTY, PRETTY

♥︎ pairing: odasaku x pregnant afab reader

♥︎ cw: breeding/pregnancy kink, body worship, creampie, lots of pet names (pretty girl, darling, sweetheart), vaginal sex via spooning, fingering, squirting. 18+ only, minors DNI !!

♥︎ notes: breedtober fic 2! why can i never keep things just short blurbs. love u all

♥︎ wc: 1.7k

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Oda already loved to worship your body. He swore he’d never seen someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you, and knew for a fact he never would. But now that you were pregnant? Holy shit. He could stare at you all day long and still not get enough.

The way your body had softened around the edges, your plush hips and how they had widened to accommodate for the baby, your steadily growing belly, your swollen tits. It’s a cliche, but you truly had that pregnancy glow - and Oda was entranced. Your body was a holy temple, at the feet of which he’d worship every day.

Already late enough into your pregnancy, you had decided to take maternity leave - or rather, Oda very much pushed you to - so you could stay rested and safe before your due date. But with Oda still working full time, it meant you got pretty damn bored.

It struck Oda as strange when he walked through the door one evening, work bag slung over his shoulder, and didn’t see you on the couch waiting for him like you normally did. You had recently developed a hyperfixation on crocheting, especially plushies and blankets for the baby, yet all of the supplies had been abandoned on the kitchen table. He didn’t think too much of it though, just figured maybe you had gone to the bedroom to take a nap or call your friends or family.

What Oda was not expecting, was what he actually opened the bedroom door to.

Back propped up against an army of pillows, you laid completely naked on your shared bed with your legs spread wide, tears slipping down your cheeks as your hefty baby bump kept you from being able to touch yourself. Slick dripped down your thighs and your clit was swollen from how neglected and needy it was, but you just couldn’t reach. Oda's face fell and he rushed to sit by you on the bed.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” he cooed, leaning in to wipe away the tears that continued to flow. He simply felt terrible - not only because you were struggling, but for how much this turned him on.

“Was so horny but you were gone, and now I can’t reach around my bump anymore,” you cried, leaning into the comforting touch of your lover. “I tried… a pillow for a bit but it was too tiring, and 'm too sensitive for the vibrator.” a deep frown had settled onto your face as you explained, burning with humiliation.

“Sweetheart,” your lover frowned, hand resting on the taut skin of your tummy as he tried to ignore the way your words made his cock twitch. Feather light fingertips traced along the stretch marks that adorned your hips, lips turning up into a gentle smile. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, though you didn’t really mean it - and Oda knows that.

He moved to position himself between your legs, hands still resting on your stomach. “Can I help you out, baby? Show you just how beautiful I think you are? Hm?”

God, Oda always knew just what to say. Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you nodded shyly. “Would you?” you normally weren’t this bashful, but there was just something about him and his presence that made you feel so giddy and… overwhelmed, almost.

“Nothing I'd rather do more, sweetheart,” he smiled.

He didn’t waste any time either. Gently pressing his hands on your thighs, he spread them out further, marveling at your pussy that was now on full display. Pregnancy hormones had caused the tissues to swell slightly, your lips and clit puffy.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby,” he smirked, tracing the slit with his middle finger. Painfully desperate for stimulation, you were already whining. “Need more?”

You nodded frantically. More than happy to oblige, Oda's finger trailed up to play ever so lightly with your clit.

“Right there, right fucking there,” you gasped, keening. the one spot you’d been trying to reach for what felt like hours.

“I know, pretty, I know,” Oda soothed, continuing to rub slow but consistent circles around the hyper sensitive spot.

Your toes curled and head fell back against the pillows as you got the stimulation you had needed so badly, but Oda was starting to get excited too - the growing hard-on in his pants undeniable proof of it. He’d love to lean in and kiss you, but the round dome of your belly acted as a barrier, so he opted to kiss the skin of it instead.

“So, so pretty,” he mumbled, deciding to slip one finger into your hole - it accepted it easily as you gasped. And you were more than slick and needy enough to welcome a second. His thumb remained on your clit, massaging it as he slowly but thoroughly fucked you with his fingers, occasionally scissoring them to stretch you out. The bulge in his pants only grew as more and more of your essence dripped down his fingers.

“Oda,” you whined, shifting your hips and clenching around his fingers.

“Feel good?” he prompted as if he didn’t already know the answer. A slight smirk played on his lips as you only mewled and nodded.

In the beginning you had only just wanted to get off, rub your clit just enough for an orgasm or two to quell the aching desire in you, but now that your lover was present and helping you out, you couldn’t help but get greedy. Not when he looked like that, and was doing that.

“Want more,” you whined, reaching to grip his arm.

“Yeah?” he was fully smirking now. “My pretty, pretty girl wants to be fucked with more than just some fingers?” Oda had never talked this dirty - not until he met you. Your slight nod was all he needed.

Carefully helping you onto your side, Oda shimmied off his pants and boxers before slotting himself behind you, kissing up your back and shoulders. Spooning wasn’t his favorite position as he couldn’t see you too well, but it was what was most comfortable for you this late in your pregnancy. Even still, he was entranced by you.

Only a few tugs to his heavy cock was enough before he was ready to give you what you wanted, the head prodding at your hole before slipping inside your needy cunt. Oda grunted as you nearly squealed, fascinated with how easily and quickly he completely bottomed out. Your poor cunt, how long had it been painfully desperate to be filled?

A large, callused hand comes to rest on the underside of your belly, holding you close to him as he whispered sweet encouraging words into your ear.

“My beautiful, perfect girl,” he mused, “so gorgeous carrying my baby. Everyone can see that you’re mine.”

It drove Oda absolutely mad every single day to see you waddling down the hallway or struggling to button yet another pair of pants in the morning - proof of your body growing his child. The baby he put in there. And when you walked down the street together, his hand on your lower back, everyone knew that you were his, and what he had done to you. What you had done together.

His mind was absolutely reeling as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, hand trailing down from your belly back to your clit.

“Oda!” you squealed, hips bucking towards the touch and clumsily throwing your head back against him. Only a soft chuckle left his lips as he continued to touch you and build up a faster pace.

But now Oda was starting to get a little desperate too. Being gentle, he grabbed your leg by the underside of your knee and hoisted it up to give him better access, allowing for him to thrust a little harder and faster into you. The way he fucked you good and deep had you gasping for air, your hands flailing behind you to try and find him and grab onto him. His thick cock always stretched you out deliciously and hit all the right spots, and with the new angle he was managing to rub against your sweet spot with every single thrust.

“How you feelin’, pretty?” he asked. “The baby okay?”

You nodded fervently, digging your fingers into his arm. “S-so good,” you stuttered, breathless. “Baby’s okay, she’s fine, just- faster, please!” And how could he deny you when you were begging like that?

Hoisting your leg up even higher, Oda fucked into you with purpose. A mix of slick and precum drooled down your thighs and soaked the sheets underneath, the lewd, wet sounds echoing through the bedroom. You moaned and squeezed your sore tits that had swollen considerably since getting pregnant, but also had become much more sensitive. Massaging the soft fat only added to the ecstasy.

The way you were clenching tightly and creaming all over his cock had Oda’s mind short circuiting, and he could feel his high approaching faster and faster.

“Can you come for me, sweetheart?” he cooed, breathing heavily but nibbling lightly on your neck.

“Please,” you whined.

Angling his hips just right, Oda used the grip he had on you to pull you towards him in tandem with his thrusts, hitting your spot over and over while the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“G-gonna-” You couldn’t even get the words out before moaning loudly and squirting all over Oda.

He continued to fuck you through your high, chasing his own - with the mess you just made all over him, it wasn’t long at all.

“Want me to cum in you, pretty? Put another baby in you, yeah?” he panted.

“Want you- want all your babies, Oda!” you cried out, hissing from overstimulation as he continued to fuck into your sensitive pussy. His hips stuttered before shooting a thick, warm load into you, grunting and groaning as his spent cock spit out the last of it.

Setting your leg down gently and pulling out, you whined at the sudden emptiness and the way his hot cum oozed out of your hole. Sweet kisses were peppered all over your back and your cheek as Oda pulled you close to his chest, palm spreading out across your baby bump.

“Can’t wait to give you all my babies, pretty girl,” he smiled, making you giggle softly. “At this rate, gonna keep you pregnant forever.”

And honestly, in your fucked out haze, and with the way he always worshipped you, that didn’t sound too bad.

#oda x reader #odasaku x reader #oda smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs smut

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sturnsoupspoon · 4 months

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kiss me thru the phone

matt sturniolo x reader smut .

matt can’t be there to help reader , so he reminds her of an old tape she can use to help jog her memory

warnings : smut , fem! receiving , sex tape , solo fem! slight soft dom matt. language.

italic writing = sex tape footage

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the lights were dim in my room . the only sounds heard being the shuffling of my body against my quilt and the taps of my acrylics on my phone screen.

the smell of cologne still attached to the fabric of my pillow case brings a smile to my face . he still wears it .

huffing in the smell i turn around to the other side of my bed . the cold sheets hug the skin of my arm as i throw my hand onto his pillow, missing the feeling of his chest rising next to me , missing the warmth of his skin and the soft fabric of his clothes . opening my phone app i press the recently dialed number , feeling the dial tone vibrate against my hand before it clicks off and i hear the familiar voice ring through the speaker.

“hey i was just thinking about you” matt’s voice spoke into my ear through the phone , his voice high , almost being able to hear the smile against his lips .

“what were u thinking about?” i reply as i get up from my pillows , sitting up and placing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“you know the usual , how i missed you , wondered when i’m gonna see you next , how hot your new post was on instagram is , how horny i now am , how pretty you are ….” he trails off , my eyebrows raise at that second to last one , letting a huff of air out through my nostrils , laughing in slight shock .

“hey what was that that last one ?” i say cutting him off .

“how pretty you are ? i feel like i say that a lot you shouldn’t be so suprise-“

i cut him off “no no. the other one , say that one again” i say quieter this time , now very aware of the prickling between my legs .

“i said …. how horny i am y/n , how hard i am from one photo of you . how much i wish i was there with you now , watching how easy it is to get you all worked up” he says slowly , every word making my heart beat quicken . every syllable making my legs press together more , squeezing the rising tension between my thighs. i let out a shakey breath as i lay back down . subconsciously my body arches back and my legs spread , the heels of my feet dragging along my bottom sheet as i situate myself .

“y/n ? you there sweetheart?” he says quietly , his voice soothing and soft .

“mhmm” i reply , in a trance as i stare at the ceiling, slowly biting down on my bottom lip as i bring my hand up to my chest , slowly trailing my nails across the skin on my breast . feeling my cold fingers move against the skin, forming goosebumps with their trail .

“you okay ? you went quiet there for a second?” he asks kindly , snapping me out of my trance slightly.

“fuck matt i need you” i breathe out , completely unaware of the way matt is loving this .

“i know you do , but i can’t come over tonight , so i need you to do something for me okay ?” he says with fake softness , his voice a calculated one as he waits for his cue .

“anything matt”

and there it is .

“i want you to open the file i know you have on your laptop, the one we made in august ? hmm. i want you to watch it . touch yourself where i touched you in that video, can you do that for me baby ?” he says , his voice now slightly croaky as he quietly talks into his speaker .

“mhm” i reply quietly, my hands already finding their way down to my shorts , past the fabric and onto the skin of my pussy.

“i need you words y/n , tell me exactly what your gonna do.”

i hault my hand as he speaks , a flush creeping onto my face at the tone of his voice. “ i’m gonna touch myself matty , i’m gonna watch the video we made together , im gonna relive it . fuck” i say as my fingers make my way beneath the fabric again , making contact with my sensitive clot for a split second.

“good girl , i’ve got to go now . but don’t be shy , send anything u want me to see” he says sweetly again , his dominant tone switching off again before the end tone rings , signalling him ending the call .

i open my hidden camera roll on my phone , finding the video very quickly. my hand lowers in my shorts before i wriggle out of them , watching the video play .

sounds of kissing is the only thing heard as matt slowly climbs on top of me . his jawline on the camera sharp and perfect as his tongue fights against mine . i moan softly as his hands brush my side , lifting my top up slightly, allowing his hands to snake up my shirt , cupping my breast as he continues to kiss me .

his lips move down to my neck , i throw it back at his touch allowing him a better angle , soft moans and sighs escaping my lips as he works my body the way he knows so well . kissing , sucking , licking all the spots he knows so well , eluding more pleasured sighs from me . my hands slip up his top and i take it off his body , his lips detaching from my neck as i pull the shirt over his head , before y it on the floor. i bring his face to mine again , taking control of the kiss now , my body attempting to roll against his as he pulls away from the kiss and lowers himself to my bare stomach, kissing the skin down to my underwear covered pussy . as he does this i throw my own shirt off my head , throwing it with his . the moment my shirt is on the ground , i feel my panties being rolled over my hips , down the my feet before i am lay bare in-front of him .

he spreads my legs , his muscles in his arms flexing as he holds them open , ducking his head to where i need him the most .

he licks a stripe up my folds , his saliva and my wetness allowing his tongue to slide to my clit easily , making a lewd moan fall from my lips at the contact . he wraps lips around my clit , placing a kiss to it before allowing his tongue to move over the sensitive bundle of nerves . my hand makes it’s way to his hair as he continues, my hips grinding up against him , my thighs trapping him between my legs as his mouth wraps around my pussy .

wet and lewd sounds along with soft moans and whispered “matt” ‘s are the only things heard now , my orgasm slowly creeping up on me as he places two fingers inside of me slowly, curling them into me .

my jaw falls slack as i feel this , my head throwing back into the pillows of his bed . my hand not in his hair grabs onto the headboard behind me , my nails digging into the fabric for some kind of relief as he shakes his head left to right violently.

“fuck fuck matt matt matt please” is all i manage to get our before both of my hands are in his hair , pushing his head down into my further as i reach my high , loud moans being pulled from me as he continues to push his tongue against my clit , riding out my high with me .

as i reach my high on the video i reach my high in real life , my phone falling from my hands as i grip the sheets of my bed , eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back into my pillow .

god even when he’s not here he still fucks me good .

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calumcxke · 7 months

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LESSON LEARNED

soobin x fem reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: soobin was in a clingy mood, which usually meant a lot of kisses. but with neither of you being able to swim, it went south pretty quickly.

warnings: kissing?, suggestive, exhibitionism in the way they’re making out in front of the other guys??, they’re just rlly in love with each other idk

notes: i wrote this aug 2022 and i’m barley posting it now😭 trying to post more often but i srsly have the worst writers block rn

🎵: telepatía - kali uchis

it sounds like a song u would play at the pool to me,, tell me u get it

your shirt clung to your skin as you peeled it off slowly, wringing all the water out before putting it on the edge of the pool. with all the splashing it was sure to be drenched by the time you guys got out, but you were really too lazy to get out and walk all the way over to the table.

yeonjun cannonballed into the water and the splash got all over you, and the shirt you had just wrung out. you ended up just chucking it at the table, watching as it hit the side and instead splat onto the pavement.

hands wrapped themselves around your waist from behind, a head pressing into the nook on your shoulder. you smiled and leaned yourself closer to soobin, turning your head as much as you could to try and see him better, although it was hard in this position.

“hm?”, you whispered, bringing a hand up to play with his hair as he nodded and started waddling away from the area you guys were at so you were a bit deeper in the pool.

your mind went blank, soobin was going pretty far out, and neither of you could swim. of course the other four boys were here but you still got scared going into deep water, scared something bad would somehow happen. soobins strong arms around your waist should’ve made you feel content, but knowing he can’t swim… it really wasn’t a comfort.

“soobin.”

he hummed in response against your neck, waiting for your reply.

you were getting so deep that standing on your tippy toes wasn’t enough to keep your nose above water.

you caved and grabbed onto the railing, pulling yourself up and taking breaths as soobin stood behind you, arms wrapped more around your thighs now.

“how deep were you planning on going?”, you asked, still holding onto the railing as you let yourself slowly move back down.

he smiled, hands moving up to your waist to turn you around, pulling your body until your front was flush with his.

“just a bit further, put your hands around my shoulders.”

you stared at him for a few seconds before deciding to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck as soobin moved his hands up to the railing and started shuffling further into the pool, waiting until he feet couldn’t touch the bottom anymore to finally stop moving.

“this good?” he asked quietly, adjusting his arms so he was more comfortable, and you watched as his arms flexed as he moved. you started to realize just how much of an effect soobin in a pool had on you.

his hair was wet, and some droplets were dripping down his face, his chest was wet and you caught yourself staring, finally pulling yourself out of the trance you had put yourself in, looking back at soobin’s face to see him with a waiting look on his face, that had a bit of smugness to it. you nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

he hummed, smirk growing bigger, “you sure?”

“y- yeah.”

soobin laughed quietly, leaning in and pressing what you thought was a quick kiss to your lips. he pulled away and leaned back in just as quick, pressing his lips a bit harder into yours.

you were a bit thrown back, expecting him to pull away within a few seconds but he instead kept kissing you. you welcomed it of course, but you were thrown off because the other four were literally right behind you guys playing in the water, and what you two were doing wasn’t concealed at all.

when soobin started to deepen the kiss more your hand flew up, trying to point to the boys behind you, even though you were still kissing soobin back. your hand was flailing wildly and when it hit soobin’s hand, he grabbed your wrist, putting it back on his shoulder.

his hand moved to your chin, holding it in between his pointer and thumb, opening your jaw the tiniest bit so he could slip his tongue into your mouth, and the small whimper that left your mouth had soobin smiling against your lips.

his hand left your chin instead dipping down to your legs and pulling them to wrap around his waist, before moving back to the railing.

you knew the boys were watching, or talking about you and soobin, and you of course felt exposed, making out with soobin so openly in front of them, but the way that soobin was kissing you and the confidence he had right now that he never really had to do this in public was really making all your common sense fly out the window.

he finally pulled away, pulling your bottom lip away in the process, and you had to take a second to catch your breath and recollect yourself, which was shortly lived.

soobins head dipped down to your neck, starting to suck on a spot that had your head spinning and a moan almost leaving your mouth. it also had your hands instinctively detaching from around his neck and going into the water. you kinda forgot how deep you were.

your body fell quickly and your head was under in no time, your hands grabbing soobin’s shoulders again and you pulled yourself up quickly with a gasp, choking on the water that had gone up your nose and throat. soobin was quite literally the definition of the 😦 emoji, patting your back with one hand and shuffling into more shallow water with the other.

you were trying to recollect yourself from almost drowning, and from soobin’s lips all over yours right in front of the boys.

“you okay?”, you heard taehyun ask from your side, pushing your hair back and out of your face and helping soobin move to the stairs leading into the pool so you could sit.

“yeah *cough* yeah, i’m good.”, you inhaled sharply, blush heavy on your cheeks when you met eyes with soobin.

“good.”, soobin wrapped his hand around the back of your neck pulling your head closer to his and placing yet another kiss on your lips, albeit this time it was a short one, and you were grateful for that.

he stepped out of the pool, holding out his hand for you to join him, and he grabbed the towel he had set on the table, walking over and wrapping it around the both of you, once again enveloping your lips in a kiss, one that had you smiling into it, a small laugh leaving your lips.

you didn’t know what had gotten into soobin and where this boost of confidence had come from because he never showed this much affection to you around the boys, but you were definitely loving it.

“wanna go to the room?”, he whispered against your lips, pulling away to get your response.

“yeah, yes please.”

he smiled at you, unwrapping himself from the towel and letting you have it to yourself, opening the door to let you in first.

#choi soobin #txt soobin #soobin x reader #txt fluff #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #txt imagines #txt oneshots #txt ff #soobin oneshot #soobin fanfic

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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heyyyyy!! just wanted to start by saying i legit love ur writing so much ur one of my fav TH authors and i legit love seeing and reading ur stories. THEY R SO DAMN GOOD :)

anyways here the request if ur comfy lol IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG AND I NEED SOMEONE TO DO IT PLS QUEEN

soooo basically like 2017 soft dom tom and like we r in a car driving and like reader is rlly horny and hes teasing her LIKE CRAZYYYYY and resting his hand on her thigh and stuff and whispering dirty stuff to her giving her small neck kisses and pecks and like other teasing stuff (LOL IDK WHATEVER U WANT JUST SHIT TONE OF TEASING) and then when they get home he completely ignores reader and acts like it never happened and just acts normal and goes to watch tv on couch but then reader gets RLLY CLINGY and comes over and THEN STARTS TEASING TOM ON COUCH and like reader whispers stuff to him and neck kisses and the tom gets rlly nervous and then he gives up and like eats her out till shes BEGGING HIM TO STOP (so like some overstim) and then they fuck and yeah just smut smut smut. and tom and reader with praise kink and lots of dirty talk pretty pls. <3

HAH SORRY THAT WAS KINDA LONG AND DETAILED BUT YEAH ITS LEGIT MY DREAM STORY. pls only write if ur comfortable but yeah u can add whatever u want that would fit with the story and YEAH PLS MAKE IT GOOD!!! (u will ur amazing) yeah thankyouuuuuuuuu <3 :)

DESPERATE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you can’t contain yourself, basically throwing yourself at tom. he knows it, but wants to make you wait as long as he can, and it drives you crazy. but, he makes you realise that you should be careful what you wish for.

content: smut

a/n: thank u so much anon i’m glad u love my work, and i hope this lives up to ur expectations. also never written for older tom before so thanks for being my first req to write him🙏

he saw the glances i sent his way, the way my legs squeezed together, palms becoming a little sweaty. he noticed my breathing becoming a little erratic, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, feet tapping impatiently against the floor. he knew exactly what i wanted. but, even when i leaned over, running my hands across his inner thighs, closer and closer to his clothed dick, he kept his eyes on the road, knowing that he was driving me crazy, and he liked it.

“thinking of ordering pizza for dinner. you down?” he asks, completely ignoring my hands which are now directly over his crotch, and my eyes on him, filled with desire. he knows exactly what is doing, the slight smirk tugging on his lips telling me that, and i know that he won’t give up his little game yet. i am in for a long night, my eyes set on feeling him inside of me, willing to do literally anything to get that satisfaction, completely aware that he isn’t going to make it easy for me.

but, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease me either.

“mmm, i’d rather have you instead.” i mutter, knowing that he heard me.

we stop at a red light and he turns to me, his eyes dark, a familiar look of lust present within them. that same smirk is still on his face as he slowly leans over, planting a slow kiss just below my ear, his breath tickling the skin as he whispers into it. “who says you can’t have both?”

my eyes widen, the heat between my thighs only increasing, his words quickly causing me to become flustered, my cheeks flushing a light shade of crimson. he sees this, a small laugh escaping his lips as he plants soft kisses at my neck, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the harsh metal of his lip ring as it dances around the skin of my neck, my head tilting to the side to give him better access. his actions are abruptly cut off by the sound of a horn behind us, tom’s head shooting upwards, the traffic lights already having turned green.

he quickly adjusts himself, flashing me a quick wink before pulling his head out of my neck and beginning to drive away. my eyes focus on his hand on the gearstick, the way his veins flex, fingers tightly holding onto it, wanting nothing more for them to be moving inside of me. as if he had read my mind, he removes his hand, placing it onto my thigh, letting it travel further upwards, moving closer and closer to the place i need him most, his head still facing the road as he looks blankly at it as if he isn’t teasing me to the point that i could scream.

he moves his hand flat against me, and my body jerks in shock, his fingers slowly rubbing my clothed clit, he sees the reaction he gets out of me by doing this, smiling to himself before abruptly moving his hand away, returning it to its previous position on the gearstick as i whine in frustration.

“baby why’d you stop?” i sigh, placing my hand over his and trying to move it back over my heat, but he refuses, keeping it set on the gearstick.

“stop acting so impatient, liebe, or you know you won’t get anything. be good for me and maybe i’ll give you what you want, you just gotta wait till we get home, mhm?” he taunts, watching the way i quickly nod my head, smiling at my obedience, placing his hand back on my thigh, torturing me as his thumb begins slow movements over it.

so i stayed put, trying to distract myself literally however i could, the drive home seeming like hours as each second wasted time, time that could be spent with him inside of me. the teasing never stopped, tom kissing my ear, neck, collarbone, cheek, anywhere his lips could access whenever we stopped at a red light, promising that he’d give me what i so desperately needed once we got home. so i held on, restricting myself, his words keeping me going, acting as motivation as the reward of holding back was completely worth it.

a sigh of relief escapes my parted lips once he turns onto our driveway, my hands scrambling to undo the seatbelt, literally unable to contain myself at this point. tom however, takes his time, not stepping out of the car until i have reached the front door, unable to get in as he pulls the key from his pocket, slowly unlocking the door. i expect him to move onto me the second we walk in, pushing me against the wall, attacking me with kisses, showing me that he meant his promise, but he does the opposite.

he slowly kicks his shoes off, walking into the kitchen as i stand there, pissed off and feeling completely let down. i join him in the kitchen as he stands on his phone, leaning against the counter, a smile forming on his lips once he sees me walk in.

“what pizza do you want babe? i’m feeling like pepperoni.” he utters those words so nonchalantly, as if the things he had said to me, the way he had touched me in the car were all figments of my imagination. i mumble a small ‘get me anything, i don’t care’, before trudging to the living room, sexually frustrated, completely done with his teasing.

he joins me soon after, patting my thigh gently as he sits beside me, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the channels as if i wasn’t sat next to him, bored and desperate. i had reached my breaking point.

“tom…” i trail off, leaning towards him, my lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, taking note of the way his breathing begins to quicken, knowing that i am slowly getting to him. but he doesn’t show it yet, his expression still blank, eyes still set on the tv in front of him.

“baby…” i mutter against his skin, my hand reaching for his crotch, palming him as a low groan emits from his now parted lips. he shuffles in his seat a little, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. still nothing. i reach underneath his t-shirt, my fingers tracing his abs, feeling every muscle, lips still attached to his neck. he doesn’t give in, keeping me waiting, which only frustrates him even more, but i can feel him slowly giving in, only motivating me more.

“please, i promise i’ll be good…” i slowly say, looking upwards at him before climbing onto his lap, straddling him as he has no choice but to look into my eyes. “i’ll be so good…”

i repeat my words, dipping my head so that it is underneath his chin, kissing his neck once again, sucking gently on the skin as i try to leave marks. but i am not finished yet. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed dick, moving back and forth at a teasingly slow pace. it doesn’t take long for his hands to grip at my hips, completely stopping my movements. bingo.

“so fucking impatient.” he mumbles, switching us around in one swift motion as he lays me on the couch, moving on top of me and messily colliding his lips with mine. “couldn’t wait at all could you, hm?”

i say nothing, too busy focusing on the way his lips move against mine. he clearly isn’t wasting anytime as i feel his hands move to my leggings, hooking his fingers around the hem, tugging them and my panties down, raking them down my legs and throwing them carelessly onto the floor. my own hands scramble for his t-shirt, taking it off of him and letting it find the pile of clothes on the floor, my own t-shirt and his pants following, only his boxers between us.

he reconnects our lips as a quiet ‘please’ escapes from my mouth, wanting more than just a kiss, having waited all night for this.

“please what? you know you have to use your words schatz.” he teases, his forehead against mine, waiting for me to speak.

“need you to touch me.” i whine, my hands finding his neck as i play with the loose strands of hair, watching the way he nods his head, seeming satisfied with my answer.

he crawls downwards, kissing each part of my body as he does so, nipping gently at the skin, enjoying the way my breathing is fast and heavy, low whines escaping my mouth. he reaches my inner thighs, still planting small kisses, one hand on each leg as he forces them both apart, letting his head rest in-between them, stopping his motions and looking upwards at me, his eyes meeting mine.

“you sure?” he asks, knowing full well what my answer is, using his breath to ask such a pointless question, knowing that it will only get me more riled up.

“yes tom just- fuck! touch me, ple-.” i sigh out, my pleading soon cut off when i feel his tongue delve into me, my mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as i my hands find their way into his hair, pushing him further into me.

“oh my god!” i cry, feeling his tongue hit all the right spots inside of me, knowing that it won’t take long for the familiar knot to form in my stomach, his teasing meaning that the smallest of touches had the biggest effect on me. he groans against me, the bass in his throat sending a vibration through me, yet another moan spilling from my lips, his name never being said this many times before.

his pointer finger finds its way to my clit, rubbing slow circles whilst his tongue continues to drill inside of me, my release building up inside of me.

“getting close. don’t stop, oh my god please don’t stop!” i beg, my hands lost within the thick strands of brunette hair, the previous tidy bun messy thanks to me, but he didn’t seem to mind, only focused on feeling me get to my end.

his tongue touches my g-spot, a high pitch moan unlike no other i had uttered coming from the back of my throat. he picks up on this, directly hitting that spot over and over, my vision clouding, eyes rolling to the back of my head, way too lost in pleasure to process the fact that the knot in my stomach had released, tom swallowing all of my juices. i expect him to stop, my chest heaving up and down, coming down from my high, every part of me sensitive, but he keeps going at a fast pace - if not quicker than before.

“too much! can’t take it.” i breathe out, my thighs squeezing against his head, careful not to apply too much pressure, but he only smiles against me, completely ignoring my pleas.

“you wanted me to touch you.” he mutters into me, replacing his mouth with his fingers so he can speak more clearly. “so that’s what i’m gonna do schatz.”

and he sticks to his words, his tongue moving back inside me, the overstimulation quickly taking over, my entire body jolting when he hits the sensitive spots inside of me, unable to take the pleasure.

“please…i can’t…too much…”

my words are incoherent, not able to form full sentences as i feel another release building up.

“not stopping until you say the word baby.” he mumbles against me, referring to our safe word that i have only had to use once. he knows that i won’t say it, secretly enjoying the pleasure despite the pain that comes with it, taking all of it in. “you can give me one more, doing so well.”

i take in every single word of praise he gives me, using it to work through the pain, focusing on the pleasure, using it to guide me to my release, my eyes squeezing shut, head falling backwards as it takes over, my back arching off of the couch, this one much more powerful than the last. he swallows everything, planting a few kisses on my lips as i wince, completely spent. my body lays limp on the couch, his moving upwards so that he is hovering above me. he kisses me softly, his thumb reaching upwards and wiping a few tears that i hadn’t even realised had fallen.

he sits up, taking his boxers off, stopping them at his knees, not even bothering to fully remove him. he lifts my body, sitting me on top of him so i am straddling him.

“you did so well baby. you think you can handle just one more, for me?” he asks, running his hands up and down my hips, watching as i tiredly nod my head, a small smile spreading across his face.

i position myself onto him, slowly sliding downwards as he fills me up.

“fuckkkk.” he drags out, his head falling backwards and resting on the top of the couch, his hands tightly holding my hips, fingers digging into the flesh.

i stop about halfway, feeling completely full, not sure how i will be able to take all of him. he sees that i am struggling, kissing my cheeks gently , moving down to my collarbone.

“you feel so good baby, keep going, you’re almost there. shit- so fucking good.”

low groans escape his mouth as i nod my head, continuing to sink onto him until i am fully sat on him, my mouth dropping open, wincing a little at the pain, his fingers nothing compared to the size of him. i place my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as i begin bouncing up and down, tom moaning loudly, his hands never leaving my hips, watching me move on him.

“so fucking tight, oh my god…” he sighs out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as i speed up my movements, whining as he hits a totally new angle, never feeling so good, so full before.

his forehead glistens with sweat, muscles flexing every time he squeezes my hips, his fingers leaving marks into my skin, but i don’t complain, the feeling only increasing my stamina. my walls clench around him unconsciously, tom groaning whenever i do it, the feeling only bringing him closer to the edge.

“just like that.” he groans, his voice deep. “yeah, shit baby- feels so good.”

after my two orgasms, it doesn’t take me long to become tired, my movements slow and sloppy. my body collapses onto his chest, frustrated as i am getting close, unable to get there myself. he notices this quickly, beginning to thrust upwards into me, loud moans echoing throughout the room as i try my best to meet his movements, rotating my hips a little, feeling him deeper inside me than i ever have before.

“i’m close. don’t stop.” i manage to say, messily colliding his lips with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth whilst his strokes remain strong and deep, hitting all the right spots.

“me too baby.” he mutters between kisses. “almost there, you’re doing so so well.”

his dick twitches inside of me as he thrusts in and out a few more times, before his cum shoots into me. his head quickly falls backwards, eyebrows furrowing, mouth falling open as a long groan falls from it, his release triggering my own as i clench around him for the last time. he thrusts a few more times, riding out our highs, our heavy breathing and skin slapping together the only thing sounding throughout the quiet room.

he kisses my lips once more, pulling apart as his forehead leans against mine, arms holding me within his embrace, skin pressed together.

“you did so good meine liebe. took me so well.” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath as i am unable to respond, totally worn out, my body weak as it rests in his for support.

his lips gently kiss my forehead, one hand running through my hair whilst the other gently strokes my back, his breathing calming down as he utters sweet nothings in my ear until i fall asleep within his embrace, completely exhausted.

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could u write kaveh diluc or kaeya with an obsessive m reader? like yandere type (or just obsessive whatever u want) I love the way u write them ur my fav blog

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maaaaan i haven’t written anything yandere in a good while now. but i can’t say i don’t miss it. this takes me back to my obsession with yandere character arc (*coughs in yan asogi that i still obsess over in my drafts*) so this request will let me know if i’ve lost my touch. also, why pick between three when you can have all lolololll

𖦹 dark themes, yandere male reader (ranging from manipulative, to overprotective, to soft), manipulation everywhere (like a lot, i swear i’m not good at it irl or am i jkjk), obsessive themes, some mentions and allusions of death, some isolation, scare tactics, love bombing

𐂂 obsession is a lethal poison, and yet you’ve survived a gallon of doses.

Kaveh

Your sweet naïve little Kaveh was quite the adorable one, always so considerate, so willing to please and so eager to do what he can in order to satisfy you, a mere admiring client of his. A man that he knew that personally sought him out to the ends of Sumeru just to meet him and commission him. Just because for some reason, you had heard of him from the outskirts of this vast nation.

Oh truly what an honor it is.

If only he knew it took one smile from him and a small greeting from exactly just a year ago when he officially met you, that sent you spiraling into a mad obsession that longed to pursue him; if only he insisted to look inside the office you’ve kept him off of, he would have seen the altar that could rival any other archons out there; if only he had a lick of awareness in him, he would’ve seen that your devilishly charming smiles were indeed the work of something far more sinister.

Alas, he was your sweet little architect, unaware of your leering stares, gazes so predatory it could leave any prey scampering off, ready to pounce at him and just break him.

But you are a man of class, you knew your way around people’s hearts, and Kaveh’s weakness was the positive feedback he gets from his clients. He’s helping out of the goodness of his heart, after all, mora is not so much of an issue (to the point of him even incurring a debt), and he was even just as generous with you, refusing the pounds of mora that you were willing to lay at his feet (though you send him away with heaps still).

And as your gaze flitted from the blueprints of your master’s bedroom renovation to the man currently in charge of it, a small smile wormed its way to your face. Truly your esteemed genius architect is a lovely one, how lucky were you that you met him on that particular day.

“Hm… I don’t think with the way we’ve recently renovated your hallways, your bedroom pans out at all,” his bottom lip stuck out into an adorable pout, and it took every cell in your body to control the maddening urge to kiss them, to bite them until you even get a taste of him.

“Is that so?” You casually leaned over, drawing yourself nearer than normal. And heaven swallowed you whole when you got a whiff of that familiar honey scented shampoo that Kaveh often used (you’ve made a note of buying more in stock once you’ve enacted the final steps in your little plan).

However, even that lovely scent wasn’t enough to keep your attention away from the way Kaveh stiffened, from the way his grip around the parchment of your blueprint significantly tightened to the point of ripping it apart, from the way his breath hitched.

“I— A-Ah! Um! Yes—!”

From the way his voice cracked — those red eyes peered up at you — to the way those gazes of his became increasingly fonder and more frenzied, much like yours, but less subtle. Kaveh was always bad at hiding how he truly feels, and it made it easier for you to trap him in your little cage, to snip away his wings until he’s fully tied down to you.

You tilted your head, cocking an eyebrow as you put him in his place, rendering him almost speechless when he briskly turned back to the blueprint, wide-eyed and flustered. How adorable.

“Well, I trust that you know how our transactions are, my dear,” your tone was suave and smooth, practiced to perfection, and the same way with your movements that were calculated for precision, ensnaring your poor unsuspecting Kaveh. You took a lock of his hair in your hand, twirling it around as you attempted to find his averted gaze. “Go all out. Mora is not an issue.”

Kaveh’s head stuttered as he nodded, his trembling hands barely able to release the poor blueprint from his vice grip. He somehow didn’t know why, but there were recent changes about you in the few and far between times that he sees you for your personal consultation. Kaveh thought it sweet really, that you would go out of your way to contact a grand and comfortable enough transportation to take him to your home instead of making him walk a hundred miles just to do so (despite his initial insistence to do it instead).

You were the first client that has been so generous with praises and mora when it comes to your payment, and while the architect can afford to be modest about accepting your financial payment, even he couldn’t hide the metaphorical wagging of his tail should you even grace him one compliment for his efforts. Don’t get him wrong though, he knows he’s good, how else could he have graduated with honors if not?

Nevertheless, your approval was something Kaveh continuously sought, until every letter of commission you sent him suddenly had him mistaking it for a letter of something more… intimate, something that held a rather romantic connotation.

He took your kindness for something more, unknowing of your ulterior motives, blissfully unaware about the obsession that gets you high, and absolutely clueless about the fact that ten of your men — the ones that greeted him so jovially as they gave him a ride to your grand home — had their eyes on his every move on the days he would be off back home, acting as your eyes, all perfectly ready to execute someone should they harm a hair on his head.

Thoughts of you became even more intrusive the more he met with you, Kaveh found you addicting, and he even felt ashamed of the fact that he did so. You’re his client! He shouldn’t be so emotionally involved in the first place. He was there to do his job that you commissioned him for.

But a moment of clarity soon encompassed him when he realized that he has previous engagements to this. That he shouldn’t be staying the night at your home once more to work on renovating your bedroom.

“Ah… I just remembered…” Kaveh’s frown was unmistakable, and suddenly the feeling of eagerness of him meeting up with his friends at the usual tavern was replaced with blatant hesitance at the thought of leaving you. But he quickly shook it off, turning back to you, “Hey… I hope you don’t mind if I can postpone our work for now…”

Where did you get that wine?

Your gaze lifted from the swirling burgundy in your glass, “Oh? How come? Need some inspiration?”

“I just remembered I promised to meet with my friends tonight. It’s only once a month.”

Your lips almost turned down into a disdainful scowl but opted for a small, reserved disappointed frown, “Ah. I see. How disappointing that is,” you murmured, but it was enough for Kaveh to hear. Deceitfully disheartened, like practiced and the way Kaveh’s eyebrows furrowed in concern was enough of a reaction.

“It wouldn’t be for too long though! I’ll be back tomorrow!” The hesitation crept up on him and it showed in the tone of his voice. Desperation soon followed when his body turned to face yours, a sign of vulnerability and submission in this situation. “It’s not… it’s not as if I’m leaving or anything.”

You heaved a sigh, “But that would be too much on you, making you come all the way back and even after spending some time with your friends too.” You can only thank the lucky stars that you were a son of a theatre actor from Fontaine, it sure came in handy.

“No, I can definitely make it! You’re my best client, I can’t afford to—”

Kaveh’s frantic saving was quickly interrupted when you decided to go in for the kill, “Like I said, I don’t wish to run you ragged… and my family will come and visit soon.” You snapped your fingers, looking at Kaveh with feigned curiosity, “Ah, yes. Might you know any other capable architects? Surely I can’t expect the same work like yours, but someone who would not disappoint would be enough.”

His red eyes immediately went wide, completely baffled at your suggestion. You were willing to replace him? Just like that?

“I…” Kaveh looked down, suddenly meek. “I don’t know anyone who can do that much,” he muttered despite knowing otherwise. He was kind to his fellow architects, but surely he can afford to be selfish about you just this once?

He failed to see the way your eyes shone with satisfaction, contrasting you disheartened tone, “Hm… pity that is…”

Well. Missing one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

Kaveh looked back up at you, “I… I suppose I can afford to just show up next time. We do these hangouts all the time anyway,” his words completely contrasted his claim of scarce meets earlier, but it was more than enough for you to know how quickly he gave in. “Ah, whatever. I’m sure those guys can handle themselves.”

“Are you certain?” You asked, tilting his head up with a hand on his chin, almost getting lost into those ruby reds of his. “I’d hate for you to miss such an important engagement.”

And before he knew it, he willingly embraced the shadows, engulfing every part of him, leaving none untouched. It swallowed him whole, like a limitless void, with no one left to even save him, forgetting anyone else but you and only you.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind staying with you.”

You tapped the rim of your glass on his lip, pouring that familiar wine in the small gap of his lips that you’ve graced him on the many nights he would stay to work on your home renovations. You watched with pure delight as Kaveh’s eyes grew hazy and unfocused — left with nothing but with the manipulated admiration for you.

“Good. Let’s enjoy the night, shall we?”

𐂂

Kaeya

The infamous Cavalry Captain has no one to blame but himself, really. Even as your superior, he knew no bounds when it comes to reserving himself. He always flaunted himself at you, like a fashionable bird that that preened its wings on the daily just to show off. He was flashy, mouthy, and unbearably attractive.

Being placed under him was hell for all the different reasons. You were constantly in his presence — and you had to shoulder the patience of the kindest archon in existence to resist anything remotely impulsive. You had to be near him in proximity, always around him, accompanying him from the most mundane errands to the most hectic missions.

And while Captain Kaeya was he shining beacon between you and him, you were the dark shadow that walked behind him. It wasn’t your fault, he asked you so himself.

“This guy’s going to shadow me, hope you have no objections to that, Acting Grandmaster,” was what you heard on that one fateful day, before finding your pristine uniform getting remotely crinkled as he dragged you away without breaking a sweat.

Since that day, no person in Monstadt can claim that they’ve seen Kaeya without you, or you without him. It was almost like fate, except it was a fate that forged a bond from the depths of abyss — a bond that embodied nothing but a push and pull relationship, the distance and proximity, the obsession and submission.

You had to watch him put himself out there, when you can just as easily drag that information from someone if you asked with a blade on their throat; that usually gets people talking. But he dismissed you easily, and let you stew in the cesspool of madness that his actions slowly created.

And you were none the wiser, you cleaned up the messes he made, you made sure to silence the people once they came into their senses that they’ve been bested by yet again the sniveling calvary captain of the order.

All of his commands, you obeyed without complaint.

And oddly enough, it brought you a sense of comfort. That he trusts you this much, that he’s willing to let you go rampant in exchange for his safety — one that you never failed on doing. All of it, to keep him safe.

Until recently, you found it inconvenient to let him off without a leash. Seeing him come home from an excursion with scratches that decorated his poor body — adding further into those battle scars that you’ve once had the displeasure of seeing when he asked you to aid him into wrapping himself with a handful of bandages — and it wasn’t the greatest sight. You fussed over him like a mother hen, never once letting him out of your sight.

You were rewarded with a grateful side-hug from the captain, and it was enough to fuel your mission in protecting him.

“Ah! Captain! Should I accompany you today?” You asked as you approached him with a blinding grin — in fact so blinding, he had to squint his one good eye. For a shadow, you sure are bright. Perhaps Kaeya was mistaken when he said you were going to be his behind-the-scenes guy.

Kaeya found you adorable, in all honesty. You had an exuberant energy within you that went unparalleled, and on days that he personally needed someone to pick him up when everything weighed down on him, it seemed like you almost had a sixth sense for it and was almost always by his side. Not that he minded — he was grateful above all else. And on days when the drunkard bard or Rosaria weren’t around to keep him company, he trusts that you have some reserved liquor in your home so he can drink away his problems and still be fine in his sleep.

If only he knew how hard you stared at him, obsessively looking him over while you slowly drowned in your fantasies — one of which him finally being chained to you, devoted and stuck waiting at home while you defend his honor without him having to harm himself in the process.

“There you are, missed me already?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

You did. You couldn’t sleep a wink, knowing that you weren’t around to protect him.

You scratched your head and laughed, “Aw, don’t be so mean captain. I only care about your wellbeing!”

“Hm~? How sweet… sure wouldn’t hurt to have you around every now and then.”

You have been. You prowled around his remote home, kicking stones and staring longingly in the window, ready to pounce at anyone who seemed vaguely threatening.

Kaeya thought how endearing you might be if you were to be his, but with the mission he carries on his back, he wonders if it’s even worth it having you, only to betray you in the end. He wonders if you can betray your own homeland for him.

You would, without question. You will lay a hundred corpses of the Order’s knights at his feet should he ask.

“Don’t tease me so much, captain,” your pout was enough to lift his spirits from that asinine thought. “Now, where are you going? I’ll go prepare my things.”

“Just heading up to Dragonspine to meet with the chief investigator. It shouldn’t be too hard, so you can just stay here and enjoy a bit of downtime, yeah? Go bother my brother if you want, you have my full permission.”

You frowned and Kaeya suddenly felt a chill crawl through his spine. You never did expressed such a disappointment even on the most difficult situations, and it suddenly feels like he made a mistake in refusing you. Perhaps it was because you towered over him so easily, perhaps it was because you could catch him without even trying that Kaeya suddenly felt so small in comparison to you.

The tension lasted for a good minute, silence engulfed the both of you and Kaeya has never felt so uncomfortable in his own skin. Should he have taken his answer back? But really, there was no need for you to escort him in the first place.

You then broke the silence with a quiet, dispirited sigh.

“Okay, but please keep safe, alright?” You patted the captain’s cheeks, sending him a small smile before heading off.

Kaeya didn’t like the way the guilt gnawed in his chest.

And while you also didn’t like an act of betrayal, you found it necessary at times — times when lessons had to be taught. The Acting Grandmaster said so herself, that experience is the best teacher.

Kaeya trudged through the coldness of Dragonspine, completely hating the fact that he had no company now. Maybe he should’ve just agreed to your proposition, and you looked so sad too! Like a kicked puppy that was told to sleep outside in the cold night. He couldn’t bear the thought of you looking so sad — you were his partner, of course you should’ve come!

Alas, the feelings of being attached to someone burdened him so, and while he sought your brightest and warmest of smiles, he couldn’t muster the courage to see it fall on the day that he fulfills what he knows would be his inevitable fate in the long run.

However all his rumination came into a halt the moment he heard a roar that thundered quite literally just beside him.

Kaeya had little time to think the moment the beast emerged from the towering trees of the mountains, his head blanking as he watched it lunge towards him with great speed. His hand that went up to the hilt of his sword suddenly froze the very moment he realized he was a little too late.

Closing his eye shut, he braced for the impact until suddenly, the beast roared and he could hear the familiar sickening sound of a blade piercing through the flesh.

Mere seconds were all it took for him to regain his breathing, his ears ringing as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He now wonders if he really should’ve taken you up on your offer on escorting him in the first place, sure would’ve eased the guilt he felt inside and maybe he wouldn’t have to space out in the middle of his trail.

“Captain! Are you okay?!”

His eye flew open, seeing your angelic face that held nothing but pure concern for him. He glanced back at the slain beast and back to you, pupils dilated — you were here. Here. And you protected him.

He stayed still, watching in bated breath as you dropped your bloodied greatsword that stained the thick coat of snow. You smiled a little, brushing away a few strands of hair from his face, “There’s my captain. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?”

“Y…You’re here…?”

You blinked before laughing, bashful and what Kaeya can consider as remotely adorable in any other day, “Ah… yeah. I know you said I can’t come… but I can’t help it! What if you were in trouble and I wasn’t there to protect you? So I came and good thing I did!”

Kaeya’s lips trembled, before lunging in to hug you tight, almost sending you tumbling into the snow. You quickly returned the gesture, wrapping your arms around him tight. You patted his back, rubbing circles to soothe your poor little captain.

“There, there. From now on, let’s stick together, okay?”

The captain nodded into your shoulder, looking up to look at the unmoving beast that laid in the snow.

He does wonder though… since when were wild beasts in this mountain leashed?

𐂂

Diluc

To the citizens of Mondstadt, their uncrowned king remains as cold and as untouchable as he can be. He rarely interacted with anyone, and was almost always either cooped up in his manor, or out in other nations to further propagate his empirical business in the wine industry. He was always on the move, and people admired him for that.

And you were willing to bet your entire life that their admiration would grow tenfold when they realized that Diluc was the unsung Darknight Hero that terrorized every monsters that hoped to wreak havoc in the lives of the citizens.

Alas, the situation remains as it were, with him completely aloof to the people, leaving either a terrifying impression, or one that could leave someone seething at his unwelcoming tendencies.

But you would be remiss to blindly agree to that. In fact, you vehemently denied those claims as you remained by his side, like a loyal watchdog for him to command as he so pleases.

He was your savior first before your now superior. Diluc was your beacon of hope on the very day he rescued you from the cold rain, ostracized from your nation that you once loved and now left with a gaping void on your chest. You could still remember the feeling of that cold rain while you trudged within the Dawn Winery’s vicinity, when suddenly the rain stopped pelting harshly on you as a pair of shoes entered your field of vision.

You could still remember his words echo within your ears.

“You’re going to get sick. Come inside and let the rain pass at least.”

The rest was history after that, and now you sat as the elusive and capable butler of the famed prolific young man of the Ragnvindr clan. Though in fairness, you weren’t particularly elusive, and Adelinde can attest to that.

She has never seen someone handle their Master Diluc so delicately. She could sing her praises to you endlessly, with your attentive nature, and you willingness to serve Diluc without even an ounce of hesitation. You’ve certainly earned your keep in their eyes, and even the pyro vision wielder can see your dedication towards him.

There was always something with the way you carried yourself the moment you started working under the Ragnvindr house, you first started off as a mere novice in caring for the house, until you rapidly climbed up the ranks as Diluc’s personal attendant, aiding him in his home as well as his monthly international trips to ensure his safety.

Really, it wasn’t much to be praised for. You were only doing your job, and it’s a job that you found yourself intensely passionate for. To be with Diluc was an honor, to serve the man that saved you from your untimely demise, returning his actions with so much more than what was on offer.

Your service was something that toed between your gratefulness and a borderline obsession.

You gave what you can and Diluc was nothing but completely enamored with you, from your lofty smiles that felt like heaven, to your assisting hands that traced against his shoulders on mornings where you helped him get dressed for the day. All of it was slowly drawing him in. You were perfect, too perfect in fact, and it haunted poor Diluc that knew nothing but pain and betrayal.

“Master Diluc, I believe there is merit to getting some sleep after working so hard,” your smile was light and airy, and it was already a breath of fresh air from the contrasting suffocating environment that was filled to the brim with mindless drunks.

Diluc made a quiet noise of agreement (his mouth barely had the strength to move after talking to so many patrons of his), yet his feet begged to differ as it led him up to his office without skipping a beat.

You folded his coat in your arms and trailed after him, “So then why am I seeing you opening the door to what I believe is not your bedroom door?” You inquire with a croon, lovingly watching the way his hand hesitated to find the doorknob. It was a sign that he heeded your little advice and your little heart that was filled to the brim with love for your master couldn’t help but swell with pride and increase in rate, almost spilling over.

“I have… some reports to attend to. If I can finish it tonight, it would be less burden on me tomorrow,” Diluc reasoned, but it was clear that he was slowly caving into your whims, just the way you like it.

He was inexplicably weak towards you for some reason — something not a lot of people could achieve despite working for him or with him for a good while.

“Would it be wise to tend to them while completely exhausted?”

Once again, you’ve put him in a difficult place. You’re a cunning man, unfortunately for him, able to wriggle in some moments of logic into his brain that prioritized his duties over his own wellbeing. And for some reason, concerning as it is, his brain feels intoxicated as it sways to your will, completely subservient and willing to abide despite the fact that you were his servant and he was the commanding authority in your relationship.

Diluc feels it sometimes — the unsettling feeling of being squeezed tight, like a python coiling around his body as it suffocated him with love and care. His movements are restricted and he was unable to break free from that tightening grasp.

It was almost hard to breathe, but at the same time there was sick sense of comfort that was lodged into the back of his mind. He liked it. It was the affection that he was deprived of, leaving him writhing in the loneliness that he was forced to soldier through. And when you came to him on that one night, you gave him what he needed but not asked for.

You made him feel like he’s worth something, and it made him want to vie for a life worth something as well. It was a feeling that he could get high off of, and you were willing donor to whatever it was that he lacked.

And before he knew it, he sat at his tub comfortably, completely bare and vulnerable while you continued to wash his hair with such gentle hands. Never has he known a touch so kind like yours and he was ready to get lost within it.

“Feeling better?” Your voice coos at his ear, sickeningly sweet and yet he submits himself into it with reckless abandon. Your hands moved from his hair, leaving the most addicting touches as you traced your fingertips from the nape of his neck right to his shoulders that were filled with tension.

“Much,” Diluc muttered, head turning up as his half-lidded eyes met yours, still filled with that irresistible fondness that he grew to be addictive of. “Thank you, [Name].”

You smiled, succinct yet saccharine while your hands worked away the kinks and knots away from your master’s incredibly tensed muscles.

For him, you would give your all, even if it meant to face death. You would throw away anything else because a world without your endearing master is a world not worth living for. You will serve him until the world falls to your feet, and if given the chance, you will do what you can to protect him even beyond your useless life that long passed.

He was your savior and now you were a devout believer — one that worships his master with little to no hesitation. You can beat any other nun or the beloved deacon of that measly church with how much love and devotion you were willing to show him. Hell, even if you can’t, if it’s what Diluc wants, you would do well with dying as you try and make the impossible completely possible just for him.

Your love through subservience was quick to snuff out the wings your master once embodied to soar freely. He slowly caved into you, in need and constantly hungry for more, unaware of his growing dependence on your presence.

“It’s no problem, my lord. I will serve and tail you until the ends of this world. And even in my death, I am yours to command and to have.”

Diluc mirrored your smile, albeit much more tired than your sweet one.

He was the willing prey and you were the loving predator.

The unmistakably perfect match.

#i just realized the line up is reversed alphabetical #hm #ok maybe my sanity will be alright #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x yandere reader #yandere male reader #kaveh x male reader #kaeya x male reader #diluc x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid scenarios #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #LMAO idk if yall noticed but i took some inspo from the usual tropes of love interest that u see in otome games #the rich rich classy guy for kaveh #the himbo but not rlly secretly for kaeya #the caring and gentle servant for diluc #hope i pleased u with this anon #and tysm i feel honored to be a favorite of yours <3 #even tho my ass is a slow poster hoowee

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finalgirlfae · 2 years

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touch, finn wolfhard

finn x female reader

summary: finn just can’t seem to get enough of his best friend :)

if you don’t like finn smut, don’t read this or comment on it. simple. i really don’t want anyone bitching and moaning in the comments because it’s annoying and i don’t give a shit!

if u do like finn smut, i hope u enjoy<3

finn liked to consider himself a respectable young man. he didn’t do anything that was too out of the ordinary or think any thoughts that any other teenage boy hadn’t.. until there was you. the great reckoning.

he couldn’t seem to control himself around you. you two had been friends for a while, and he always acknowledged that you were really pretty but thought nothing of it. he liked to look at you and admire your kissable lips, perfect hair and pretty eyes. the way your baby hairs fell or the purse of your lips you made when in deep concentration or thought. there’s nothing wrong with admiring your friend. finn thought, that was until the admiration turned into more of a severe sexual pining. everything you did made the boy absolutely feral.

“what do you think about this one?” you asked, turning as he watched the way the short green tennis skirt flowed around your hips. the open window allowed in a gentle breeze which made him narrow his eyes as a hint of your panties were flashed to him.

“i like it better than the pink.” he spoke. he was paying attention- truly. even if half the time he was looking at your hardened nipples and how they poked through your white crop top due to the cold temperature of the room.

you sighed. “i’ll just figure this out in the morning.”

finn watched with a tight jaw as your hands reached for your skirt, tugging it down to reveal your black panties again. your ass was just so fucking perfect. you bent down in front of the dresser, opening the bottom one and pulling out flannel night shorts to change into.

he was fully aware that you could probably feel him staring at your ass, but he couldn’t help himself. you stood up, putting on the shorts and turning around to him with a remote in your hand.

“wanna watch a show?” you asked, sort of snapping him out of his daze.

he only looked at you and nodded, lost in the trance of how good you looked right now. so pretty, he thought. and you were fresh out the shower too, so the scent of vanilla body scrub on your skin did him no justice.

you laid down on the bed facing the tv mounted on to your wall, your feet next to finn’s lap as she scrolled through HBO max beside deciding to settle on friends. it was one of the london episodes.

“would you ever do that?” finn asked, glancing at monica and chandler in bed together the next morning as he played with the anklet around your ankle, pulling at the little gems on it.

“sleep with my best friend?”

he shrugged, though you couldn’t see him, and tried to be nonchalant about it. but really, he wanted to know if it was ever even a possibility that you’d be together intimately- or romantically.

you thought for a second before nodding.,“yeah.”

finn felt himself freeze a bit. “yeah?”

you sat up and paused the tv before turning to face him, you noticed the look in his eyes and smiled a bit to yourself at it. “it’s just nice.. y’know?”

“yeah.” he said in agreement.

you moved closer. “it’s comfortable.”

“mhm.”

“you know them well,” he seemed to lean in closer with every word that fell from your lips. “you know they’ll be good because they know you better than anyone else.” the tomr of your voice was light and teasing, sultry in every was possible.

you watched the way his eyes fell to your lips as his mouth slowly opened and you enjoyed every second of it. you knew finn liked you, you knew it good and well. all the longing stares, the rosy cheeks and touches.

god. his touch.

finn used any and every excuse to touch you and you didn’t mind it the slightest bit. just a moment ago he was playing with your jewelry and before that he played with your hair.

finn would stand close behind you if he could, place his hands on your waist to move you out the way, lean close to you- just anything you get near you.

you enjoyed his affection, and you knew you would be ready to return it if he had just asked. you wanted him to kiss you, to touch you in the ways he’s spent nights dreaming of. you wanted it all. but he had to initiate it.

you turned away quickly and unpaused the episode. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

a small smirk formed on your lips as you reveled in the knowing that you had left him wanting more. you saw the way he was leaning in to kiss you, noticed the trance in his eyes and pulled away anyways. what was the harm in teasing a bit?

you couldn’t even close the door before finn was at it, pushing it open and making you turn around. he stepped closer to you, making you lean back against the counter. you could feel the warmth of his skin from how close he stood.

“it’s comfortable.” he spoke softly, continuing your previous conversation. “you don’t mind it when they look at you like this..’ his eyes swam lust. “or when they touch you like that,” one of his hands moved to your waist while he used the others to hold your chin. “or kiss you like this.”

his lips were warm. the kiss had been long overdue and you both nearly melted into it. his hands began to travel your body, first cupped on your face and then moving down to your hips, massaging them gently before gripping your ass and earning a moan.

finn wrapped an arm around your waist and began to pull you backwards out of the bathroom and back into you room. he tripped over the bed which earned a laugh from you. as he laid there on his back, you took the opportunity to crawl on top of him, continuing the make out session.

the way his fingers traced over your back sent chills up and down your body, he pushed his lips up to yours and at the same time rutted his hips, trying to create some kind of friction between the two of you.

he sat up, pulling your thighs to make you sit on his lap before flipping the two of you over.

“where the fuck did you learn that?” you smiled, pulling away from his lips. he didn’t say anything as he moved off the bed and on to the floor, on his knees. again he pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the bed.

“can i?” he asked, putting his hands to the hand of your shorts. your heart thumped and you nodded eagerly. finn pulled down your shorts slowly along with your underwear and the urge to close your legs took over.

he seemed patient as ever, standing up to kiss you for reassurance before getting back down. he gently brought your legs apart, staring in awe at how your pussy glistened.

“i’ve wanted to do this for so long..” finn spoke in a breathless manner. he pushed apart your thighs and slowly kissed the inners of them before bringing his face to your pussy and taking the first lick.

your back arched at the feeling of his warm tongue on you. he wasted no time in wrapping his lips around your clit and sliding two long fingers into you.

a breathy “oh my god..” fell from your lips as you reached and grabbed a fist full of his hair, causing the boy to moan into your pussy. the vibration of the sound made your back arch.

he was so good. he curled his fingers in you, pumping them in and out quickly all while he sucked earnestly on your sensitive clit. when he pulled his fingers out, he was quick to replace them with his tongue.

your back arched even more as moans fells again and again from your lips. his nose rubbed against your clit end you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you came on his face.

but he didn’t stop.

finn continued to tongue fuck your pussy, swallowing everything that you spilled with fervor.

“finn-” you managed to moan out. he seemed to take the hint and pulled away from your pussy slowly, kissing it one last time.

“fuck me. please.” you begged, gripping his arm. finn began to pull off your shirt as you undid his pants, everything moved so quickly.

soon you were both naked on the. he lined up with your entrance, pushing into your pussy with a moan.

“fuck..” finn moaned out. his gripped your hips steadily, setting in at a slow pace. “you’re so wet.” he spoke, peppermint breath fanning over your face. he leaned down, giving your lips and kiss before pushing deeper into you earning a moan.

finn lifted up your leg, placing it over his shoulder and setting one hand next to your head to support himself. with the other his moved it down, using his thumb to rub circles on your puffy clit. every way he touched felt so good.

his name fell from your lips like a prayer as he picked up the pace. this was all he ever dreamed over. looking down on your as your pussy clenched around him, seeing the look of ecstasy on your face as he slammed his hips into yours.

he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your moans were like a symphony to him and he loved that he was the one making that kind of music. when you clenched again, wrapping your legs around his waist and bringing him closer to you in a hug he nearly came then and there.

“i’m so close..” you moaned, biting his shoulder and digging nails into his skin. he groaned at the way your wet pussy pulled him back in. with every stoke of his thick cock he made you see stars.

another moan of his name spilled from your lips as you came on him for the second time that day. you breathed heavily, leaning back down on the bed and cupping his face and his continued to pound into your pussy.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good y/n oh my god” he closed his eyes, throwing his head back as he pulled out and came on you. finn took a breath before laying beside you on the bed, turning to look at your face.

“what are you thinking about?” he asked, placing a hand on your stomach.

“if i took my birth control today..”

finn laughed and leaned up, kissing your lips quickly before pulling you off the bed. “come on, let’s shower.”

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#smutty #smut fic #finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #best friends to lovers

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theplanetplu20 · 1 year

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Mary Jane (All night long)

pairing(s): larissa weems x reader

warning(s): nsfw, smut, praise kink maybe sorta

summary: smut inspired by the song mary jane (all night long) by mary j. blige

word count: 2.1k

A/N: honestly this is pretty vanilla but like really loving sex which is weird since i don’t usually read or write that but idk i just wanted it to be sweet and like just taking my time to appreciate this beautiful woman damn so idk how i feel about it but here’s the song if u wanna listen and pls lmk what u think :)

You sigh slightly annoyed. It's nearing 11pm and Larissa has still yet to come to bed. You know she often gets caught up in her work not paying attention to the time, but she needs to learn to stop overworking herself. Although I love how passionate she is about being the principal here, it's one of the many reasons I fell in love with her. What I need right now though is for her to be passionate about me, not silly paperwork. I swing my legs off the bed, shove my feet into my slippers and throw on my robe determined to get Larissa to leave the work till the morning. I shuffle out of the door of the attached living space and into her office seeing her exactly where I expected her to be. She doesn’t seem to notice I've entered the room so I make my way over to her desk and move to stand behind her.

“Rissa?” I say softly lifting my hands to rest on her arms then moving up to her shoulders to message them slowly. She groans clearly stiff from the stress of the hard day she’s had.

“Darling… I still have a lot of work I need to do.” she protests knowing what i’ve come for.

“Nothing i know you can’t do tomorrow” I say continuing to message the kinks out of her neck and upper back. She sinks into my touch a little before pulling away realizing she was getting distracted.

“No I have to get this done tonight I have a ton of meetings tomorrow” She says, rolling her shoulders back and attempting to get back to work. I quickly spin her chair around so she’s facing me

“Your first meeting isn’t until 12 pm because your 10am is canceled and you know I know this so don’t fight me honey” I say giving her a slightly pointed look so she knows i’m serious about not giving up.

ooh baby not tonight i don’t wanna fuss and fight i just wanna make it right

“common baby, you’ve had a hard day, don't you wanna come to bed with me” I say crawling into her lap trying my best to convince her. I feel her arms move around my waist and a smirk makes its way onto my face knowing I've won.

ooh, there’s work to do i wanna get real close to you i wanna get you in the mood

I grab her face lightly, pulling her face close to mine so that our lips are barely touching. I run my thumb over her cheek lovingly and I can tell she’s getting antsy from the anticipation. Her hands grip my waist harder and I pull her in for a crushing kiss not wanting to keep her waiting too long. She immediately opens her mouth for me to explore with my tongue. She moans loudly when I run my tongue along hers. Our lips fit together perfectly and every time we kiss I swear we kiss like it could be our last. I pulled back to suck on her bottom lip looking into her hooded eyes before letting it go. We sit there with me still in her lap breathing heavily for a minute while I admire my work of smearing her lipstick.

All the things you want to do

I bring my hands up to her hair slowly pulling out each bobby pin and messaging her scalp lightly as I go along letting her hair flow down her shoulders. She always looks so gorgeous with her hair down. I get up slowly off her lap and offer her hand. She immediately puts her hand in mine letting me pull her up into my waiting embrace. I run my hands under her button up to feel her skin on mine. I pull her down a little letting her know I want her to lean down and kiss me. This time our kiss is a lot slower. I take my time enjoying the way her lips feel on mine. I start pulling her towards the door to our living space, not breaking away from her. As soon as I get us through the door I start pulling away at her clothes, leaving her undergarments and throwing the rest across the room not caring where they end up. I back her up till she’s pressed up against our bedroom door and I finally break away to move down her neck trying my hardest to resist leaving marks where they are would be obviously visible. My leg finds its way between her thighs and she whimpers when the fabric of her underwear hits her clit just right. I feel her hands pulling face back up towards her so I let her guide my way back to her lips, her tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth as she grinds down on my thigh. She moans loudly into my mouth and I bring my hands to her hips to guide her movements to keep a consistent pace. When I feel her movement get more frantic and her breathing gets louder and more uneven I pull back not wanting her to cum just yet. She whimpers loudly at the loss of contact.

“shh, just relax and i’ll take care of you” I make sure i’m holding her tight and off of the door before opening it and making our way towards the bed. I push her lightly down onto it looking down into her eyes.

and anytime you want me

“back up honey” i say encouraging her to lay down on the bed to which she shuffled up so her head is near the headboard. I stay standing at the end of the bed admiring my beautiful goddess on our bed. I lean down to kiss her ankle and up her leg then back down to her other ankle to kiss back up her other leg before kissing right above her slit over her underwear making larissa breathe hitch. I make my way up her stomach towards her chest kissing as much open space as possible before sneaking my arms around her back to unclasp her bra, throwing it out of my way. I first cup her breast lightly running a thumb over her nipples before flicking them slightly causing her to jump a bit craving more. I lower my mouth onto her right nipple, taking it into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, gaining beautiful moans in return. I move to the other one giving it equal attention. After I'm done fully appreciating her chest I kiss up her neck moving to look into her eyes.

i’m saying that i love you every day and i know that you love me, baby admit it

“i love you”

“i love you” we both whisper at the same time making us burst out giggling for a moment before we quiet down. It just feels like we’re the only two people on the earth right now. I crash my lips onto hers again, missing her mouth on mine.

I feel her hands tug on my shirt so I pull back to sit on her hips while I pull my shirt over head feeling her eyes on me the entire time. As soon as the fabric falls to the floor Larissa's hands move up my chest. I let her feel along my body as she pleases, content to entertain her for a moment before moving away to take off my pants and underwear. I look up and notice Larissa's annoyed expression at my absence switching to hunger at seeing my exposed body. I chuckle lightly.

“I'm back, don't worry love” I say crawling back on top of her to sit back on her hips again. She moans feeling some of the wetness from my cunt on her stomach and I roll my hips involuntarily trying to get some kind of friction. Her hands immediately made their way to my hips to aid my movements “So needy” I remarked, actually quite happy about this fact “before you were ready to ditch me for paperwork” I decided to tease her a bit about it. she whimpers and I know she’s soaking wet already. Her hands make their way up my thighs going to touch me but before they can make it I take her hands and push them back so that they’re trapped above her head. “how about you make it up to me and I'll make my angel cum so hard she sees white? hmm how does that sound?” she nods her head frantically, liking the idea. “words, honey. I wanna hear you”

“Yes, please” She says itching to touch me

“good girl” I say before grinding my hips down to meet my clit with the skin of her stomach. I let go of her arms and let her effortlessly flip us over so she’s now hovering over top of me. She leans in and kisses me sweetly before moving down down my body leaving soft red marks from her lipstick. She finally makes her way to where I need her most, leaving kisses along the insides of my thighs. I put my hands in her soft hair tugging lightly to move her closer to my core. “no teasing” I whine needing her fingers in me now. She moves so her lips are just ghosting over my clit when I suddenly feel her blow on my clit making me shiver and cry out desperately. Her lips suddenly wrap around my clit sucking lightly. I moan out loudly not being able to nor wanting to stifle the sound. My hips start involuntarily bucking up at her face. Her strong arms find their way to my thighs to force them down causing me to moan out louder. She brings a finger up to my entrance circling around it teasingly for a second before pushing two fingers deep in me. I grip her hair head causing Larissa to moan against my clit sending a shock wave through my body. My body can hardly take it anymore as my thighs shake and my eyes roll back into my head.

Give me all your love and don’t stop my love’s waiting when you reach the top

“Larissa! Fuck i’m gonna cum” Her fingers slow down their relentless thrusting as I ride out my orgasm eventually pulling out. I whine at the empty feeling. I open my eyes to look down at her just in time to see her pull her fingers into her mouth effectively cleaning them off. I watch her absolutely mesmerized before pulling her up by the neck to kiss me passionately. I taste myself on her tongue making me kiss her harder. We both pull away breathless. We both just stay there smiling at each other for a moment catching our breath enjoying each other's presence until I break the silence impatient to taste my wife. “Your turn” I grin widely at her “why don’t you sit on my face, pretty girl?” My hand comes up to rest on her hip rubbing the skin there before prompting her to climb up my body so that her pussy is resting just above my face.

Come into my bedroom, honey what i got will make you spend money (all night long)

I bring my hands up to her thighs pulling her closer to my face so that most of her weight is resting on me. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit flicking it lightly causing her to twitch on top of me. I flick at her clit a couple more times before sucking on it. I can hear Larissa's moans muffled by her thighs, spurring me on in my movements. I lick and suck at her clit while she grinds down on my tongue. I take one of the hands holding down Larissa's thighs and push two fingers deep into her cunt searching for that spot I know makes her scream. I curl my fingers expertly effectively drawing screams and moans out of Larissa's mouth. I felt her tighten around my fingers letting me know she was close to cumming. “Come for me angel” I say, having to pull away from her clit for a second before going right back to my movements. Larissa thighs tense around my head and I feel her cum start dripping down my hand so I pull away drinking every last drop she had to offer. She slumps down exhausted, my hands being the only thing holding her up. After a minute of regulating her breathing she moved down to cuddle into my side.

“Do you need anything, my love?” I ask her to softly brushing the hair out of her face.

“No, that's okay darling. I'm perfectly content right now, i just want cuddles” She replies, nuzzling her face into my skin.

“Well that i can do” I hug her tightly and pull the sheet over us. I press a kiss to her temple and cuddle in closer.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #principal weems #wednesday #wednsday addams #Spotify

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meetmymouth · 2 years

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could u maybe write a blurb about ur first time staying overnight at harry’s or him at urs super fluffy !!

omg cute of course. i did something similar here if u also wanna check that out kbyeeee

Lighting the last candle on the coffee table, your heart starts beating faster when the doorbell goes off. You look around, trying to spot things out of place, and when you can’t see anything out of the ordinary, you walk to the door.

He stands there with his overnight duffel, a hair-clip holding the front of his hair, and he’s got his big sunglasses on his face despite the gloomy weather outside.

He smiles, too big, and holds his duffel up— smile getting bigger and bigger.

“Hi,” you say, trying so hard not to crack under his happy gaze.

“Hi baby, sorry I’m a bit late—” he nods at his duffel bag. “—Was trying to find my bag.”

“No worries,” you smile, feeling a tad lighter now. “Come in.”

So, he does.

He watches you close the door behind him, and you guide him inside. You both stop in the middle of your living room, Harry’s eyes falling to his favourite candles on the coffee table before he turns to you, his smile bigger now.

“You did this for me?” He asks.

You’re trying hard not to let your nerves get ahead of you as you smile, and shrug like it’s no big deal.

It wasn’t as though you spend a lot of money on one candle just because your boyfriend of six months loved the scent.

Not really. Yes, really.

“I’ll—” you look around, then back at him. “—Follow me,” you say, feet already carrying you where your bedroom is.

You’d changed the sheets into your fancier ones, and even got a humidifier because you knew he liked them.

He does, he follows you with his little bag, and you open the door, waiting for him to walk inside before you do.

“You okay?” He looks at you.

“I am.”

You watch him place the duffel bag on the bed, and walk over to you. He grabs your chin— you look up at him. Leaning in, he locks your lips in a sweet kiss, and you taste the mint in his breath before he pulls away, the smile back on his beautiful face.

He bites his bottom lip. “Are you, though? You seem nervous.”

Feeling totally called out, you let out a puff of air and clear your throat before shaking your head.

“I just want tonight to be great,” you murmur, eyes locked on his duffel bag on your bed.

“Babe, it’s already great— it’s wonderful! I’m with you, we’re spending time together. What more do I want? Come here,” he pulls you into a hug, and kisses your forehead. “I love you— thank you for having me over.”

“I just— I don’t know, I’m being stupid.”

“A little!”

You gasp. “Hey!”

“Come on,” he grabs you by the hand, and guides you out of your bedroom. “I’m cooking tonight.”

The night goes by, you eat your gluten-free pasta on the sofa, side by side with feet on the coffee table. You watch reruns of Doctor Who as he makes little comments here and there, and when it’s bedtime, you both make your way into your bedroom, Harry immediately going for his duffel bag.

You watch him take his stuff out, and you crack a smile when you notice he’s taking out his skincare products instead of clothing items.

You follow him into your ensuite, and you fall into a routine as you brush your teeth side by side, shoulders touching, and you do your nighttime skincare routine together, Harry asking what each product do.

“Is that a serum?”

“Yes.”

“Can I use it?” He asks, turning to you.

“It’s for dry skin,” you rub the serum into your skin while he watches. “You have combination skin.”

“Hm,” he nods. “What’s that?”

“What?” You follow his gaze, stopping at your facial roller.

“Can I use that one?”

You smile, grabbing it before handing it to him. “Go on then,” you say, crossing your arms as you watch him move the roller against his skin.

“Like this?” He says, rolling it very gently.

You lean in, and kiss his lips. “Yes, bub. You can— let me,” you say, grabbing it from his hand.

He stands there as you move it across his face, and lets out a sigh.

“What’s that?”

“What?” He turns to you.

“You sighed.”

“I just love it here,” he chuckles. “Can I please extend my stay?”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles concept #concepts #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #ask

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norgbelulah · 7 months

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This excerpt is not regulation length I’m so sorry

He’s thin, thinner than Raylan remembers him at nineteen. His skin is tanned and weathered, his clothes threadbare. His shirt is a ragged tee, once black, but now gray, sleeves torn off. It hangs on him, stretched at the neck and baggy at the bottom. His jeans are less worn, less baggy, but they are cuffed at the ankles and he’s wearing no shoes. The soles of his feet are black, like Ava’s were before.

His eyes are a muddy green, though Raylan remembers clearly they were once brown. They are twinkling, like he knows something good, and his grin is wide.

“Raylan Givens,” he says with the reverence of an oath, or a prayer, and the tired mirth of an old joke. “You’re come.” He pulls his arms up over his head to caress the stone at his back and he twists suddenly, pressing his ear up against it. He smiles and huffs a laugh, like it’s told him a secret, then looks back at Raylan and says, in a half-sing-song tone, “Prodigal son, your mo-ther wants to see-e you-u. She’s calling, Raylan, call-ing, call-ing.”

The thing, the stopper in Raylan’s chest loosens again, and he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s looking at the wreckage of a man he once knew, or if it’s... something else. He takes a slow step forward and raises his hands, though he’s certain Boyd doesn’t see him as a threat.

“Boyd,” he says quietly, slowly. “My mother is dead. She died fifteen years ago.”

Boyd smiles at him, curling his legs underneath himself, still clinging to that gravestone. “Isn’t. Didn’t,” he replies. “Frances is in the ground, son, and we’re sore for it, but She,” and he says the word with a capital “s,” “She is everywhere and she wants you to come see her, Raylan. You are come home, home for good and all--she told me so--and can you see the colors, Raylan?” His face has taken on a wondrous cast and he’s speaking almost too quickly to follow, “She shows them to me sometimes and they’re so bright you can’t see for them and the leaves in the trees and every blade of grass--”

He breaks off when he looks down at Raylan’s feet. He scrambles forward, on hands and knees to him, and says in almost agonized confusion, “But how can you feel her with those? You need the earth, Raylan--can’t you hear her calling you?”

I honestly don't remember if I wrote this first and then figured out what the hell was going on after, or if I had an idea of what had happened to Boyd and then wrote this. It definitely sets a tone and a pitch that I think I back off from almost immediately in the rest of the fic because it wouldn't have been sustainable. This is Boyd at his most unhinged because, now that Raylan is back, he can start to come back to himself. Even though neither of them realize it, Boyd's journey to healing starts happening almost immediately after this scene.

I definitely wrote this because I have always been fascinated by the idea of a person being touched by the fairies. I think this goes back to when I read The Perilous Guard by Elizabeth Marie Pope as a kid. There's a character who isn't all there because he hangs out with the fairies--or maybe he hangs out with them so much because he isn't all there? So, I love this idea of a human being so overwhelmed by whatever a fairy is or can do that they start to be unable to function either in or out of the fairy realm. It's just baller, honestly.

So this fascination eventually led me to write this whole fucking novel about very metaphorical mental illness and queerness and people's perceptions and how love can be transformative in both good and bad ways, how you can end up someone you never thought you would be before you realized you were even making a choice that would lead you there and how that same love that was once destructive can lead you back home...

#justified #justie author commentary #boyd crowder #fairy fic #ask meme #answered

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Heaven 01 ♱

⌜ Scene: Living Room ⌟

Yui: U-Uhm, Ryuuto-san?

I really don’t know about this…

( I can’t look anywhere but at my feet. If I do, I’m afraid I might… )

Ryuuto: How on earth do you expect to get any better at painting if you don’t practise?

What’s more… You should be grateful that I’m to be your muse tonight.

Yui: E-Even so, why do you have to be, you know…

Ryuuto: Naked?

Yui: ( D-Don’t say it so casually! )

( There’s no way he can expect me to paint seriously when he’s like this, right!? )

A-Aren’t you embarrassed, doing this…?

Ryuuto: Art is nothing to be embarrassed about.

If you don’t have a proper model for you to learn your anatomy from, you won’t be able to understand nearly as much as you should.

For example…

ー Ryuuto shifts to show some of his body off. ー

Notice how this muscle on the upper thigh here is far more prominent when I flex and turn this way? What’s more…

If I were to roll my hips forward, like this, itーー

Yui: ーーPlease, Ryuuto-san, at least cover your more private places!

Ryuuto: …Fufu, what a reaction.

If you cannot focus on this as merely art, you have no one else to blame but yourself. It’s your lewd mind, after all, that’s hindering you.

Yui: Lewd mind…!? It’s not that!

Ryuuto: Then, look at me, Pet.

Yui: I-I…

( If I look, I might see a little too much! )

Ryuuto: Look.

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ Look at him

Yui: ( Okay, Yui. If you keep your eyes straight ahead, on his… Everything should be fine. )

… …

Ryuuto: Very good. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?

Yui: ( E-Even out of my peripheral vision, I’m seeing more than I want! )

( Th-There’s no way I can keep this up! )

Uu… I can’t!

　　❈ Cover your eyes

Yui: ( Th-That’s… There’s just no way! )

I-I’m sorry, I can’t do that! Not while you’re totally naked!

Ryuuto: Fufu, so you’ve resorted to covering your eyes?

Yui: This way, I-I don’t have to worry about seeing too much!

( You could make this so much easier i-if you just covered yourself! )

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Ryuuto: Goodness me, Pet… You’re acting incredibly shy. You were far less bashful in the bedroom, last I remember.

What’s come over you all of a sudden?

Yui: Don’t b-bring that up here and now!

Ryuuto: All I am suggesting is that perhaps we ought to continue these paint lessons later tonight. Would you be far more confident, then?

Especially if you also stripped down, for our lessons.

Yui: R-Ryuuto-san…!

Ryuuto: I suppose that’s a “no”, then?

ー Ryuuto stands up from the couch. ー

In that case… Perhaps this ought to make it easier.

ー He comes closer. ー

Yui: ( I can hear him coming closer and closer… )

Wh-What are you doing?

Ryuuto: Try not to sound so suspicious of me. You don’t truly think I would do anything too rash, after all, do you?

Yui: If you say it with that tone, I don’t know if I can be so sure…

( I can feel him standing right in front of me… Oh dear, I’m feeling so hot! )

Ryuuto: If you aren’t to use your eyes… then use your hands, instead.

ー He grasps one of her hands. ー

Yui: What do you mean by that…!?

Ryuuto: Mm… I’ll direct you.

With these warm hands, can you feel myーー

Yui: …!!

( Something… hard, curved… )

( Wh-Where on earth am I touching!? )

ー She pulls away quickly. ー

Th-There’s no way I’m letting you lead me on touching your body like this!

ー There’s some rustling. ー

Ryuuto: Hmm… A-ha.

ー He finally returns to the couch. ー

That should do.

Look at me again, Pet. There should be little to complain about now.

Yui: …Alright, here goes nothing.

…!!

ー He is now covered from the waist down. ー

Ryuuto: Perhaps I threw you a little too far into the deep end.

For now, for us to lay down the foundation of the male figure, I’ll keep myself covered. We’ll simply work our way up from there.

Yui: Phew… That’s better…!

( Even if it’s only the bottom half of him covered with a towel like this, I feel like I’ll be able to pay attention much better now! )

( Saying it like that though, makes me sound like a pervert…! )

W-Wait a moment…! “Work our way up”?

O-One way or another, you’re saying you’ll still end up completely bare!?

Ryuuto: Precisely.

Now, where was I, regarding the male figure?

Yui: ( There’s just no getting out of this, is there? )

( Soon enough, I’m going to see Ryuuto-san completely naked when we have these sessions! As my model, of all things... )

( Uu… My cheeks won’t stop burning at the thought! )

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

─────── ≪ °♛° ≫ ───────

← [ ✥ Heaven Prologue ✥ ] ⎥ [ ✥ Heaven 02 ✥ ] →

#(( the infamous heaven scenario is here ><#Diabolik Lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers oc #ryuuto sakamaki #ryuuto route #sakamaki ryuuto #sakamaki ryuuto route #ryuuto sakamaki route #hdbryuutoheaven01 #haunted dark bridal #haunted dark bridal heaven

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residentrookie · 11 months

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hey so @canyouhearmyfear drew this incredibly tragic fanart and i got sad and inspired simultaneously to write some sad prongsfoot shit about it. so like, enjoy, if u wish. at ur own discretion:

You died last week. I killed you. I'm sorry.

They say you’ve finally gone somewhere I can’t follow, but my soul is not hindered by the confines of the world like my body. Intertwined with yours, death could not detangle me from you. It followed you to rest, six feet under my tired feet, and waits like you do for the rest of me to join. I will walk the earth as a ghost and wish I wasn’t scared of dying even when it seems like death can only be a comfort if I'll be met with your embrace. Will you embrace me, in the end? It’s my fault, after all, that you’re a memory now. Sometimes I think it’s impossible that no one has ever been pronounced dead by guilt. They say people die of heartbreak all the time, but never guilt. Guilt is self-made heartbreak. It sits on your lungs and hinders your breaths, it wants you to sink into its black lake, sink right to the bottom and never resurface. I don’t want to resurface, and I don’t deserve to. If that upsets you, no it doesn’t, because you are no longer capable of being upset and I only have myself to blame. I almost climbed into your coffin on the day of your funeral, can you believe that? They had to hold me back from clutching your corpse. You would have been cold under my hands, and I would have shuddered, and I think about that everyday, how terrible it would have been to shudder at your touch. I just want to feel you again. In my arms. By my side. In my heart. Anywhere. Everywhere. Why did you go, Jamie? I can’t be without you. I never learned how.

I killed you. I’m sorry.

#yeah... i...#this one hurt #this is what good art and streaming searows will do to a person okay!!!#prongsfoot #sirius black #grief/mourning #james potter #marauders #sirius black and james potter #s/j #sirius black pov #reg's writing tag

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shop-cailey · 4 months

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WBMM Chapter 12

I look into the mirror of the suit and wow. The top part is skintight with motorcycle body armor sewn in. The bottom half is baggier with knee and shinpads sewn in. It also has some garters with containers that hold duct tape, first aid, and a knife that are connected to a belt that has magnets on either side of it to easily clip together. Last but not least there’s a mask in the shape of a muzzle to fit me even in Full Form.

“I went for practicality over flashiness so don’t mind that it’s lackluster.”

“No, it’s perfect.”

I smile at him. He smiles back before responding

“Oh, by the way the sides of the suit are Velcro so that you when you transform your wings have a place to go. And the suit will stay on because of the belt.”

“Really? That’s so cool! Now I can patrol without disguising myself.”

I breathe in and let myself go back to normal.

“OH MY GOD!”

“What? Oh right... sorry I should’ve warned you that this is what I look like now and-”

“You look cool as SHIT man!”

“What?”

Vinnie walks to me and starts touching my wings and ears.

“I didn’t know you could do this.”

“I’m not really doing anything this is just what I look like now.”

“I didn’t know that I kind of thought all vampires were just big scary bats 24/7. But this is so cool, you’re so cool... I hope I didn’t make you feel like you had to hide this from me.”

“What? No way... well I mean I guess I did feel like I had to hide this from you, but that’s because I thought I'd scare you... because I scare everyone.”

“I could never be scared of you.”

I smile when my phone vibrates, it’s Pepper.

Pepper

Dude u hve to get to that bank on 12 st

Like rn

Liam: wht y

Pepper: bank heist with hostages

Cops aren’t doing shit

They’ve already killed 2 hostages

Liam: OTW

“You have to take me to the bank on 12th st!”

I say this while putting my mask on. Vinnie responds while heading out the door.

“Sure, but why?”

“There’s a bank heist and they’ve already killed 2 people. The cops aren’t doing anything, and the hostages are helpless.”

That was all Vinnie needed to hear and he took my arm and practically sprinted both of us downstairs and onto the bike. Before I could catch my breath, we sped off breaking every speed limit and running every red light. The bike was going faster than any bike I’ve ever seen and in no time, we made it to the bank, well a few buildings from the bank. I had no time to thank Vinnie when I rushed off the bike and toward the building. I think of a way to get in when I realize that I can scale the building beside it and jump through the closed window into the second story hopefully avoiding detection, for the most part. I take a running start and scale up the building diving through the window. Luckily my trust in Vinnies suit was well deserved because it didn’t take a single scratch, me on the other hand I got some small cuts on face. I go unnoticed because the whole building was cleared and put on the bottom floor taken as hostages. The whole place was unlit only being illuminated by the outside lights. It’s eerie that the only noises are mine. I sneak downstairs before assessing the situation. I could make out 2 dead bodies 10 feet apart from each other, both covered in a liquid I’m guessing blood. Not to mention a strong smell emanating from the floor, almost like a sweet smell. All the powers out I’m guessing it was to cut out the cameras since from what I can tell they aren’t wearing masks, or maybe the powers out so they could catch the bank guards off guard, maybe it’s both. No matter what I definitely can’t take all five of these guys on at once. I’ll just have to take them out one at a time. I crawl to one of the bank robbers and kick his feet out from under him catching him and pinning him to the ground and tying him in some of the duct tape Vinnie put in the suit. I go towards my next victim and jump up grabbing her and pulling her down repeating what I did a second ago.

“Did you see that?”

“See what.”

“Someone's moving.”

“Ok then kill them.”

“Alright, Georgie your closer shoot...... Georgie?”

“Where is he? Where’s Jessica?”

“I don’t know.”

A third, much closer voice speaks up.

“I know.”

Just then I get smacked on the back of the head by the bottom of a gun, falling on my ass from the sudden force and surprise, I move away before he can get closer.

“Looks like we got a little rat.”

“I prefer the term bat.”

“Oh no no no, we’re bats-”

He gestures between him and the other robbers.

“You, you're the kid who got 2 of us killed. I mean whose side are you on? You know what it doesn’t matter cause soon you’ll be on the other side of the grave.”

Just then shots were fired, and I was swarmed. I move to take out the closes one redirecting his gun and full force thrusting it into his stomach making him reel over and let the gun go. I quickly re-aim the gun at the other 2.

“I’ve taken 3 of you guys out already who says I can’t do 2 more?”

“This does. Jamie plan f is a go.”

Just then the room lights up from a match revealing the floor is covered in... gasoline! I can only watch as Jaimie drops the match, and the room is engulfed in flame. My attention goes back to the person in front of me, the person who started all of this. The ice cream shop robber.

“Jamie, go ahead and take the money back. Oh, and Derek grab the others. I’ll deal with him.”

I watch through flames as Jaimie turns full form leaving through the roof, and Derek runs around grabbing the other 2 robbers before leaving. The gasoline had been periodically spread around creating intricate routes around the bank. My head immediately snaps back to man in front of me when he starts to speak.

“You know, I think you recognize me. Which will make this ten times better.”

He threw his gun to the side, and I got a swift right hook to my face, falling to the ground landing on my face. My gun sliding across the floor. Everything, all my training gone. I can’t move, I’m frozen.

“You turned my life to hell.”

I try to think of something to do, at least turning to look at him when he kicks me in the stomach, and I slide across the floor getting too close to the flames to be comfortable.

“Family, friends, my job they are ALL gone.”

I get a swift kick to the stomach again making me curl up in pain, trying not to throw up.

“And now because of that I have to result to this, to having to take the world that outcasted me back.”

He leans down and picks me up by the neck choking me.

“Starting by letting you burn in the building of people you couldn’t save. And to think all of this could’ve just been avoided if you hadn’t turned me.”

His grip tightens before letting go completely and walking away into the flames. I take in pained gasps through teary eyes. I can’t get up. I feel stuck. My anxiety is swelling up and I need to do something. I feel my chest tighten filling up with smoke. It’s all my fault.

#original writing #writing

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prodshima · 2 years

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when you forget to give them a kiss

genre: fluff ft. timeskip! oikawa, tsukishima, nishinoya x f!reader

warnings: none

; anon’s req — may i pls rq oikawa w/forgetting to give him a kiss?

note: my first ever req omg thank u sm anon <3 i hope i met your expectations! also, tysm for 100 followers! im actually shedding tears rn <3

part one

oikawa tooru

the door creaking followed by thuds of leather shoes falling one after another and clothes rustling had never failed to make your heart swoon once again, the familiar sound letting you know that your husband has came back to the comfort of your home— “Y/NNNN” a loud whine breaks the once silence room as you let out a fake disappointed sigh “wow what a way to ruin the mood tooru” he erupts in giggles, making your own curve into a smile, he comes up behind you, caressing your sides “y/n? y/n? love? honey? sweetheart? darling? my hotheaded wife? can i have some kisses please “ he pouts at you, the expression that always make you give in to him, you nudge his arm lightly, still careful not to actually hurt him “go away tooru you’re sweaty and stinky” you turn around, facing him with a disgusted expression and glaring playfully at his pouting lips “y/n is this who we are? i came home tired and i don’t even get a breadcrumb of my wife’s attention?” “oh fuck you. go take a bath first and i’ll give you as much as you wa— tooru?” you blink, dumbfounded, your eyes roamed around the room, looking for the brown haired man child who had disappeared in a flash, only to hear his loud footsteps coming from the second floor, you shake your head as you laugh at his usual behavior around the house. all of your attention was now drawn to the video playing in front of you, a youtube tutorial about how to make your husband shut up homemade milk bread that you didn’t even notice the fast pace of footsteps heading towards you, making you jolt up from your feet when he rests his chin on top your head “tooru! can you at least give me a heads up?! you’re gonna give me a heart attack on one of these days” you sigh heavily before relaxing back to his touch, his fingers rubbing circles on the center of your tummy, “you said you’d give me kisses when i finish shower” he reminds “fine but wait, let me finish this vid—“ no, he doesn’t let you finish as he pockets your phone and plops you to the couch, caging you between his arms “do that later y’know i can’t sleep peacefully without your kisses” you look at him with adoration on your eyes, you decide not to tease him further, figuring out he’s need for some rest for the rest of the night as you kiss his forehead, his temple, his rosy cheeks, his nose, and his lips, the bottom jutting out in a pout you swear you saw a small smirk appear on his lips

tsukishima kei

midterms were right around the corner, the fourth semester finally coming to an end. your boyfriend had texted you earlier he’d come over to study with you for the upcoming finals so here you were, slouched against the bed with your laptop placed on your lap and papers laid all over the bedside table while tsukishima was seated beside you, phone on his hand. however, you could feel his eyes on you every minute ever since he plopped himself beside you, you shrugged it off at first, thinking he was just bored, but you were concerned on how it happened again, and again, and again, though every time you switch your gaze to his direction, he would whip his head away from you, he takes a glance and you take it as an advantage to ask him “okay tsukki what is it?spit it out” you move the laptop away from your lap, causing him to swallow audibly “it’s n—“ “don’t even try to deny it, the second we got here you kept staring at me like a prey looking out for its predator” he nips on his bottom lip as he thinks of a reason to cover up his real intentions, but you know him too well for that, every time he nips his bottom lip, he’d be forced to spill out how he wants something from you, however, this time, you want to hear it directly from his mouth but if he’s not gonna say anything then he’s not getting anything, is he? “you’re really not gonna say it? suit yourself then” you tell him, no emotion on your voice as you place your laptop back to the small breakfast table that you had used for variety of things. meanwhile, tsukishima was having a debate with himself whether he’d wait for at least six hours for you to finish or he’ll lower his ego for you to give him his kisses. he stares at you hesitantly before nuzzling his face to your neck “you didn’t give me any kisses today y/n” his voice mumbled but still remains stoic and rough, your eyes widen slightly on his confession, not expecting him to say that he wants kisses even though he acts like he doesn’t like it every time you initiate something intimate “aw my needy baby wants some kisses?” “fuck off y/n” you shush him up, threatening him how you wouldn’t give him the kisses you had forgotten to give him earlier because of tired you were. he finally gave in after minutes of teasing and of course you showered him with kisses for that! you don’t complain though as you can also take this moment as your rest from all the studying you did for the past two hours.

nishinoya yu

you stand up, clapping your hands together loudly as karasuno spikes the ball down once again, winning with a two point gap for the last set. your eyes brimming with tears when your eyes land on noya who has a big grin stuck on his face despite the tears falling down to his shoulder. nishinoya quickly scans the crowd, and when he finds you staring at him, he stares back at you with love, jumping up and down with a medal clinging on his neck, you smile back at him and wave your arms above your head as you mouth him congratulations and i love you’s. the crowd soon decreases, the gym left filled with cries and squeals of the winning team. nishinoya jumps off the chair when he sees you together with yachi, both hers and yours hands occupied with food and drinks for the whole team. you rub off your hands together when you finally finish putting down all the food you bought. like usual, you make your way to place yourself on his lap, muttering a “congratulations” and he flutters his eyes close, nestling himself on your clothed chest while you run your hands through his hair. he soon wakes up when you shake him off to get him some food, he shakes his head, tightening his hold on you “c’mon baby let’s get you some food so we can go back sooner” you pat his forearm “fine but give me a kiss first” he demands “pft no thanks you’re sweaty” “you say that now when you basically clung yourself on me earlier?” he immediately apologizes though when you glare at him. it’s afternoon now, you both bid goodbyes to his teammates and head towards the car to drive back to your house. you arrive around six pm and both of you showered (together/j) straight away when you arrived as to not dirt off any part of the house. he sees you sitting on the couch and sits down beside you as well, you look at him, beaming him a smile before glancing back to your phone, he looks at you intently and waits.. and waits.. and waits “y/nnnn” he whines and grabs your phone in annoyance, tossing it on the opposite side of the couch before hoisting you on his lap “baby give me some of your magical powers please” you smile in knowing before peppering him with kisses <3

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BIG SHOT! ⁂ [ ryūguji ken ]

18+ content! minor, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked if they interact with this work.

﹡dibble in this n’ drabble in that!

﹡synopsis: strength kink came thru and went bonkers man. i’m so sorry that i’m not sorry.

﹡wc: 927 words.

﹡includes: use of the word cunt. strength kink. dubcon if u squint. mating press. creampies. implicit mentions of squirting. implicit mention of multiple orgasms. one mention of bruising. overall messy sex. man folds you like a pretzel what did you expect to happen?

﹡xtra! this was gonna be titled baki bc i was listening to the trippie redd song, also thought of how baki and ken are both dense as shit, but then big shot by guapdad 4000 played and i said YEAAAAAAAAAAA. and then i got carried away. y’all know how my head dizzies when ken’s involved. btw i started off strong and then my brain started farting so if it sucks near the end have mercy 😮‍💨

﹡tags! @nozomiasl @asilentshout @kawargi @poutsies @kontentious

thinking about the way ken naturally manhandles you. has no idea that the strength and height he’s been using to his advantage since he was twelve years old subconsciously shows its face in the bedroom. on you.

he s w e a r s he’s being gentle when your legs are flailing and your feet hit his chest, a reflex reaction of your body trying to accommodate to him and his heavy cock that tries (correction: trying, succeeding) to bully its way through your walls by its fat tip. just wants to feel the bite of heaven your pussy holds again, craves the sensation of all of his length dragging and pulsing along the velvet grip that massages his cock that’s a guarantee with every stroke, but you won’t. let. him. not even when he asks you nicely, when a low “open up, baby. wanna fuck you properly,” is met with a resistant whine of, “s’too big, ken. can’t take it.”

an answer that’s just… absurd to him. you’ve taken him hundreds, no thousands (maybe millions) of times before, now’s no different.

intends to prove that to you when his thumb touches the glistening skin on your clit, rubbing pressured circles into the nub that has you keening, your pussy weeping and your feet kicking him again, the heel pressing on the pec covering his heart, pedicured toes brushing against his nipple.

but you’re open, just like he knew you could be, and he’s sliding in deeper— every inch of him welcomed, celebrated even with a pulse of wet that has his jaw clenching so hard the teeth grind— so close to bottoming out until you wail, lower limbs flailing blindly until they catch him in the abdomen, right where his scar was. the strength of your kick revives a pain ken thought was long dead, curses tumbling out from his lips one after the other.

strike three.

strong ken whose arms hook beneath the back of your knees to gently redirect your legs up to your chest in a mating press, has your ankles centimeters away from dangling under your ears as earrings. ken who doesn’t realize that his entire body and all of its weight—rippling and tensing muscles flush against you—now looms over you intimidatingly, caging you between him and the mattress, rendering you incapable of evading him.

ken who, with newfound albeit manufactured freedom, bottoms out in seconds, nestling himself to the peak of your pussy and laying a figurative flag there. leaves it there when he draws back, pulling out until he’s almost completely out of your addictive cunt; and shifts its placement whenever he drives back into you, consistently moving the goalpost with every thrust.

ken who, when you cry out, is there to swallow your moans and steal your breath in sloppy clashes of lips, teeth and tongue. your muffled whimpers only give him energy to keep fucking you stupid like this; which is why he only pulls away when he’s out of breath and panting. just makes it easier for him to reset, using those precious seconds to return the spit he took from you during your kisses, combined with his to rest on the back of your tongue in a fat glob of white that disappears as quickly as it landed when you swallow it eagerly, tongue lolling out as if to beg for more.

ken, who stretches your body and your pussy at the same time, cotton candy pink enclosed around his girth like a glove. whose balls slap a percussion beat against your twitching clit whenever he pistons his hips, sop and squelch of your cunt clearly audible regardless of how he’s making you wear your feet as earmuffs.

ken, who knocks into your cervix like it’s in his way and he wants it to move, cock imposing as it curves its way up to, beyond and away from that gummy spot that has your toenails scratching the headboard, and right up to your womb.

ken who couldn’t give a single, solitary fuck about the slick sliding down his shaft and onto his balls (and the sheets), the wetness that’s polishing the inside of your thighs and covering your ass, or the film of white cream that decorates his shaft. he’d already made you cum more times than you can count and squirt for half of that. what he’s focused on now is him, chasing his high as he’s pounding you into the mattress, practically molding the shape of your body into the sheets.

you’re a whole new person by then, begging in soprano squeals for him to go deeper, fuck you harder, stuff you full. ken, who by default, becomes your genie the way he’s exceeding your wishes, promising to do just as you ask and then does that when he thrusts himself all the way up to the hilt. leaves no spot untouched as heaps of his cum coats your walls in hot white streaks, slight grind of his hips sending it right back up your womb the same time you clamp down on him, greedily swallowing the load he’s graciously feeding you, moaning delirious thanks and praises all the while.

ryuguji ken, whose struck by short term memory loss the next day when he sees you limping, genuinely stunned when he offers to eat you out and you all but run out of his arms, complaining that you’re sore and swollen.

was he really that rough with you last night?

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