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hoshigray · 9 months

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i fucking love ur writing sm mamas!

anyway. Toji making reader pregnant cause toji found out that reader loves kids <33333

It’s fine if you don’t want to. Anyway love you and your writing darling . 🎐

No, noonie, stop bc like, are you in my brain or smthn!!?? I was thinking about this exact prompt for a long while, and I see this appear in my inbox??! Well, well, *cracks knuckles* you've just given me the perfect opportunity mwahahahaha!!! This has been in my drafts for a minute, but I'm glad it's finally done! And omg tysm for loving me and my stuff, honey!! Hope I make ya proud with this one :') ilysm ♡

Also, I'm mixing in another request into this one since it's a pretty small request (reader sucking on Toji's Adam's apple as he pounds you), plus it makes things easier for me in terms of writing out stuff. Hope that's okay with the other requester; if not, my apologies!ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞAnd btw, tysm for 1.6k followers, y'all!! Love every single one of you~☆

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - mating press - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breeding - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up!!) - reader skips the pill - fluff at the end bc why not - pregnancy (test at the end) - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, mama, sweetie) - oral fixation/reader sucking on Toji's adam's apple - the reader has stretch marks on their body bc I said so - praise - overstimulation - clitoral play (sucking & swiping). Wc: 3.4k

Toji, by all means, was not a man deserving of children.

His terrible childhood and upbringing have molded him into an emotionless and reserved person who only feels as though the only person he needs to look out for and care for is himself.

So when the premise of children came to him, he wouldn't give it the time of day. That is until he ends up having youths of his own. Even then, he would do the bare minimum of taking care of them — food, clothes, shelter, and taking or picking them up from school. And to top it off, his job wasn't befitting of a father — a hitman going mission to mission for money that he used to spend for himself, now going to the needs of his kids.

Toji knew Tsumiki and Megumi were better off without a father like him. Fatherhood (or children in general, for that matter) is no easy task, and it's clearly one he's not good at.

But all that changed when you came into the picture.

Never had he seen his kids warm up to someone, an outsider, so quick. Even when he mentioned his children to you at the beginning of your relationship, you didn't falter and happily wished to meet them. And the day you finally did was the day everything became a lot brighter for the entire Fushiguro family.

Not only did Tsumiki and Megumi come to trust you with every visit, but their adoration for you grew tenfold the more you were involved in their lives. And all Toji could do was watch you do your magic, whether it be watching animal documentaries with Megumi, making flower crowns with Tsumiki, or playing with them and the other kids at the nearby park.

And the most impressive part about it all was you teaching and including him in how he could get more involved with his youngsters. Now, his kids are closer to him than ever, going so far as Megumi clapping back on his father's snarky comments and Tsumiki having the man play tea parties (to his dismay, but whatever to makes his little girl happy).

It wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't had you around. You were just such a breath of fresh air to him and any child that came your way. Attentive and caring to the young ones as if you were a natural at mimicking the maternal role. He knew you'd be a great mother to any child, especially your own.

It was that thought alone that made Toji think about you having children. Or better yet, having a child with him. Making you pregnant with his baby. Making you his.

Toji walks down the stairs after putting his son and daughter to bed, his heavy footsteps beating the wooden floor beneath him with every step. He then enters the kitchen area, where he sees you washing the dishes from today's dinner after putting the food in the fridge.

When you notice his presence, you look up and offer a charming smile in his direction, your face illuminated beautifully by the ceiling kitchen lights that the image almost blinds him.

"Hey there." Your voice is always sweet to his ears, still smiling even when you turn back to washing dishes. "The kids?"

"Just finished puttin' 'em to bed," your eyes stay at the sink, but you can feel his heavy footsteps come from beside you. "But they said I suck at tellin' bedtime stories."

Your giggle is heard through the noise of dishes clacking on the rack. "Well, maybe you're not using cartoon voices like I told you to. They like it."

"Yeah, no, I'm not doin' that shit." You chuckle some more at his complaint, and he grabs a dry cloth to dry up dishes from the rack.

It's quiet between you, but Toji will sneak glances at you while you work through the dirty plates. His thoughts from before return, and all he can think about is you with a swollen belly.

The mere idea of having you bear his child fogs his brain. Witnessing your body change and expand with the growth of your little one within you, it's too much for his mind to indulge in.

The more he thinks about it, the crazier and hornier his mind goes. Unable to function suitably, Toji sighs heavily through his nose and places the dish and dry cloth on the countertop.

You notice him make his way behind you, his hands traveling down to your hips as his chin rests atop your head. But you pay him no mind and continue with your task. "Hey, darlin'."

The nickname has you hum to him, eyes focused on the soapy sponge and plate in your hands while your ears wait for him to continue. "Yes, Toji?"

He doesn't reply instantly, roaming his large palms up and down your waist and hips instead. "Ya know I love the hell outta you, right?" He goes on when you nod. "Always takin' care of me and lovin' me. But that love also goes to my lil squirts." A smile creeps in on his scarred lips as you giggle at his way of referring to his children. "It's just crazy to me how you're able to have 'em follow y'r every step, yet I can't even get a hug or smile before they leave for school unless I remind them."

"Well, maybe if their father didn't always bully and call them 'squirts' and 'brats' all day, they would show you some love."

"Shut up," Toji flicks water from the faucet onto your face, forcing you to laugh more from your teasing. His heart swoons from your laughter, having you sway side to side with his body behind you. "But I mean it; you're so good with kids. Makes me wonder how come you never had y'r own yet."

"I just love kids." It was a simple answer. "Plus, I never really had time to care for a child. Got work and stuff, you know. And besides, I practically treat Tsumiki and Megumi like my kids."

"Mmm," he replies aimlessly.

"However," you resume while placing a wet bowl on the rack. "I wouldn't mind having a little one of my own. Now that I'm pretty comfortable with where I'm at in life, I'd love to have a little baby to share it with."

Toji lets your words sink in before saying anything. Now that he sees where you stand on the topic, finally, he can voice his opinion.

"Y/n..." he treads carefully with the words he's about to say. "I've been thinkin' about somethin'."

"Thinking about what?" You can't deny the uneasy atmosphere with Toji's mysteriousness, yet you listen as you turn off the sink faucet.

The two of you stop swaying your bodies with each other. "How 'bout we have a baby?"

Your body goes rigid at the question, and breathing subsides as your mind goes rampant with reflections too fast to comprehend. He wants a child—another child!? With me??!

"Like, right now?" The only question that escaped your lips, your voice hushed to a whisper. No one else is here in the space but you two, although the talk you're having right now feels virtually forbidden to the tongue.

"Doesn't have to be right now," Toji moves his head to your shoulder, his hushed, gruff voice clear to your ears. "But as long as it's with you, one more kid won't hurt, right?"

And your breath hitches when a hand finds its way to the surface of your stomach, his fingers lightly teasing with the flesh of your abdomen. He places his lips on your neck, and you bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. "Mmmm, why do you want more?" You still press him with questions despite almost dissolving into his kisses. "You already have a gorgeous girl—"

"I wan' have your girl." He murmurs softly to your ear before lightly biting the lobe, and a moan slips past you.

"A-And...a beautiful boy..."

"I want your boy."

"Toji, please," you surprise the older man by turning your body to face him fully, eyes surveying his. "This is no joke! Just because I don't have my own kid doesn't mean—"

You're silenced when Toji brings a hand to your cheek, cupping a side of your face. "I'm not jokin', sweetie. I know I'm not the best dad in the world — hell, I'm pretty lousy at it. But you," he leans forward while you instinctively go backward, hitting the sink behind you. "You're basically a mother to mine and a real damn good one, too. And since ya said things are good now, why don't I make you a parent fr' real."

"Toji—"

"Like I said: it doesn't have to be today or tomorrow. But as long as it's you," his thumb brushes your cheek as he looks deep into your eyes. "Let me give ya a baby, angel."

All you can do is look into his emerald orbs that examine you for a response. The silence between you two is accompanied by the ticking sounds of the clock on the kitchen wall. And after a few seconds, you sigh and place a hand on the big one caressing your cheek.

"If I say yes," your reply has his brows lifted. "Will you give me foot massages and a bowl of ramen at three in the morning and not be a bitch about it when I ask?"

Toji gives you a smile, his scarred lip tugged upwards. And you return one to him as he kisses your forehead.

"Works fr' me."

This is how the two of you end up in the bedroom; the ceiling lights toned down to a low shade, clothes discarded on the cold wooden floor, and the sound of lips smacking fills the silence.

"Mmmm, Daddy..." You whimper through the kisses, your hands find purchase on his strong shoulders, and you yelp when he bites your lip. His lips gradually embark downwards to your neck clavicle. Kisses and light suck to your nipples make you hum in pleasure, and a gasp prompts out when his teeth graze the bud of your soft mounds.

A hand sneaks between your legs and nestles in between the lips of your southern entrance, his big fingers enter inside with the use of the soapy fluid of your cunt, and you wail from the contact while he sucks on your breast.

"Such a good girl, angel." He lets go of your nipple to coax you, his mouth sucking your skin as his mouth continues its journey south. More licks on your body feel hot, kisses placed on every stretch mark he comes across. And he stops when he passes your tummy, coming up to see the view of his digits pushing to and fro inside your leaking chasm. "My fingers feelin' good, mama?"

"Yesssss," you hiss, eyes sewn shut to concentrate on the pleasurable sensation in your slit. He chuckles at your delighted expression before he leans down to suck on your clit, earning a shriek from your puffy lips. "Stoooop, I-I'm too sensitive—Ahhaaaannn!!"

He releases your tender bud from his mouth after placing a chaste kiss on it. "Sorry, baby, gotta have you nice and wet fr' me." He sucks and laps around on your wetness for a few more minutes before withdrawing his mouth from your leaky chasm, substituting his tongue with his big fingers to swipe on your clitoris. Broken sobs seep out from you. "Cummin' on my fingers and tongue, that's my girl."

The throbbing commotion between your legs has your ears ringing and your head pulsing. You've already come three times for thirty minutes. He's such a greedy man, but whatever it takes for you to prep for him.

Speaking of which, Toji props your legs onto his shoulders while aligning his cock to your folds, lathering the girth with your juices. Your heart beats irregularly with anticipation on the rise, a position you're all too familiar with. Toji sees you gawking at his glans kissing your folds, and he sneers salaciously. "Ready, sweetie?"

You give him a smile even through entering your lustful haze. "Skipped the pill and everything, Daddy." And with a kiss on your cheek, Toji wastes no time and pushes his length into you with every inhale you take. And the both of you moan when the cockhead slides right into your vulva. Every inch of his dick descends into you, making you full of his size, and whimpers fail to be suppressed as he scrapes your velvety walls deliciously.

After letting you adapt to him, his hips start with a slow rhythm for you to properly situate yourself with the mating press. However, with how you're gripping around him, it doesn't take long for him to quicken his pace. Soft wails soon become stifled squeals with the bite of your lips from the growing cadence, and your eyes begin to water when the underside of his shaft grazes your inner walls.

But when the tip of his cock finally touches your cervix, a choked scream sneaks past your restraint. And Toji chortles. "Mmmmm, that's what I wanna hear." He grinds his pelvis deep into your cunt, resulting in forced squeaks from your tongue.

"Ahhhnnn! Daddy, please—Oh, Jesus," It hurts to think when Toji accurately jabs your delicate cervix, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. "Oh, God, it's too much, too mu—Oooohh!!"

"I know, darlin', I know." He comes down to your face, yet his pace does not falter. His speed increases and becomes harsher by the second, and your head pounds hard with every rut. You nibble on his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple as he drills his dick into you. "Nnnngh, so tight on me, mama. Gonna make me go crazy."

As if he wasn't going crazier already with the erratic rut of his hips. Driving his cock deep inside and the sound of his balls smacking your folds is all you can hear. Your face is now entirely hot, matching the tingling sensation of skin slapped together between your legs. You dare to peek down to see the union of your sexes, Toji's member now harboring a white ring near the base. Strings of your slick and his spit keep you two connected during this moment, and more incoherent shrieks are pulled from your throat.

"Nnnaaaaa, ahhhaaaa!!! D-Daddy, please!!" While there's uncertainty about whether your pleas will be heard, you still express yourself to him. "It's coming, it's coming! I'm gonna cum, gonna cummmm!! Nnnmmph!!" And when he comes down to you with his complete weight caging you in, the pressure of his body has you submit to him completely.

"Yeah, wanna cum on Daddy's dick." He says with his condescending, guttural tone that almost makes you melt onto the satin sheets beneath you. "G' ahead, mama—Hmmph! Make a nice mess while I finish here..." His strokes become ever intenser than before; his length brushes your inner walls, and continuous pokes to your cervix prompt your orgasm to climb faster. And you soon fall into a wave of pure ecstasy, your cunt clamping around him desperately while your body trembles.

And Toji is forced to fall into a release of his own when the walls of your slit contract around him, spilling into you with the flex of his abdomen. His sweaty body is on top of yours, and your breathing matches his as you two experience each crescendo.

Heavy exhales sync as you two calm down within your intimate embrace. Your mind slowly returns from its foggy state with the calm atmosphere soothing your body, and your quivers now subsided while the older man lays kisses and sucks on your neck. But it comes to a halt when a sudden yelp comes from your swollen lips because he thrusts into you again, even with your vulva being extremely sensitive.

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, and it's not to your surprise that he has a smirk on that dumb, handsome face of his. His lips curled to where his teeth peek from under his scar. "Ya know I gotta fuck you more than once, right, sweetie? Make sure you're all filled up 'n all."

You suck your teeth with furrowed brows, but a smile comes up with breathless giggles. "I'm telling you, Mr. Fushiguro, you're most definitely treating me to daily foot massages when I get pregnant."

"Whatever you say," he shuts your threats with a kiss on your soft lips. "My pretty darlin'..."

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Toji twiddles with something in his hand while you lay on his chest in the shared bedroom. The kids were taking a nap after coming from school, leaving the two of you to enjoy the leisure of each other's company.

But today was a different day compared to any other. Because even if you two are looking at the television with the old rom-com displayed, neither of you is actually watching. Too busy distracted with the smiles plastered on your faces to care for what's on the screen. The only thing corrupting your minds is a matter that has you two in glee after a week of anticipation and mutual work.

The man peers at his hand to look at the object between Toji's fingers. Nothing but a pink and white stick — a pregnancy test. And at the center of the device conveyed two red lines, the signature implication that you were indeed with a child. His child.

"Hey, Toji," the call of his name has him look down at you, still facing the television despite your attention not wholly on it. "What do you think they are?"

"Hmm?" It takes a few seconds for it to click until he notices your hand brushing around your belly. He chuckles. "I'm hopin' for a girl. Wan' 'em to look and act like you."

You hum aimlessly at his answer before you berate him with more of your thoughts. "What if it's a boy? I think it'd be cute to have another mini-you running around the house."

"Nah, one mini-me is enough, and he already talks back to me like he's a teen." You giggle at the light sour face he shows and his complaints about Megumi. "Besides, I don't want another me. I'm already a lousy dad, and I didn't have the best childhood. I wouldn't want you to deal with a child that's exactly like me..."

Silence ensues with the answer; it's the only response you deem appropriate. That was the case until you say what was next on your mind.

"Toji, I'm sure your upbringing wasn't the best because people weren't there for you when you needed them. And although that's shaped you into the man I love, even I wouldn't want you to go through all that for a second time." You can feel the weight of his green eyes on you while you speak, though you don't turn to face him. "Nevertheless, times are different. You have me to love and care for you now—you and your beautiful children. You might not be the best dad in the world, but you've done a great job taking care of them."

"Thanks to you." He interrupts you, and you laugh.

"Yes, thanks to me. And because you have me, this little one won't be going through what you went through. I promise you, you're not alone in this. Because I'm pretty scared as this is my first pregnancy. But that's okay since I have you to take care of me. I'll be there to help you, and you'll be there to help me. As long as that's true, we'll do just fine."

Taken aback by your response, the older man turns to the pregnancy test still in his hand. The more he looks at the device, the more he ponders what you said. And a small smile creeps up on him, coming to a decision himself. At this point, it doesn't matter what the sex of the child will be to him. What warms his heart is that you promise to be by his side, helping him watch your little one — his child — his family grow as the days and years pass.

"Now," your voice brings him back to the present, whipping his head back to you. "I can't say the same if we end up with twins. Because you'll just have to deal with one while I have the other."

Toji puts the pregnancy test on the nightstand and goes for your nose to pinch it. "Fuckin' kid, who told you were funny, huh?" Your laughter only fuels him to mess with you more, but that's okay. He's smiling at your silliness, and that's all you want right now.

Because, even if they're not here yet, no child should have a father who doesn't know how to smile.

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fraugwinska · 28 days

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Since your requests are open… can I request Alastor taking care of his sick wife? The crew noticed their mia and Alastor slinks away to their hotel room to find them dying (metaphorically) in their nest of blankets?

Thank you ;—; I love your writing sm! ฅ(•ㅅ•)ฅ

Whew - that was a first for me :D Switching it up for a little Alastor POV ;> I hope you like it, lovely Anon! (P.S. - The song mentioned is 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole)

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In Sickness and in Health

Alastor's day couldn't get better – adding another, large territory to his nicely growing collection, visiting his dear friend Rosie along the way, and now returning to his diddy hotel, full of entertainment, and with his lovely wife waiting for his return: He was in a rightfully jolly mood.

He'd left so early in the morning, letting his love sleep in deep, heavy breaths, he was wondering what she had been up to this day? On the way back, he stopped by the florist, careful not to touch the delicate, burgundy blossoms of the chrysanthemums, her favourites.

He entered the hotel to find the residents deeply engaged in another of the princess's silly bonding activities – a game of charades, as it seemed. Alastor watched them with curiosity as Angel Dust gestured wildly, while the others screamed in chaos, throwing guesses his way.

„Fuck, man, come on! I'm making it OBVIOUS here!“, Angel moaned, throwing his hands frustrated into the air.

„The hell you are – you look like you're hurlin' yo' last drink like a garden sprinkler.“, Husk replies dryly, rubbing his temples, while the girls just look confused.

„It's fucking MOTORBOATING, jesus christ on a cracker!“

The group groans, exept for Vaggie, who runs over to him and grabs the card the flamboyant spider waves around.

„It's just 'Motorboat', you idiot.“ „Potayto, Potahto.“

Alastor, having heard enough of that nonsense, closed the entrance noisily. Charlies head whipped around to see him.

„Oh, hey Alastor, you're back early.“, she chirped, ignoring the still arguing group behind her. Alastor walked over and smiled down at her. „Business went better than I expected, dear. And you all are as... aspiring as ever, I see?“ He let his gaze fall back to the group, counting – five heads. Not six. „Would you happen to know where my darling doe is?“

Charlie blinked. „Umm.“, she turned to look at the group, as if she expected her to be there. Alastors eyes narrowed as the princess asked timidly if anyone had seen her.

„Nope, not me.“ „Didn't turn up on the bar, either.“ „She missed breakfast, too“ Alastor huffed, feeling anger bubbling up in his stomach at the blatant negligence of his companions. He left Charlie and the others standing without a word, looking rightfully guilty and shouting apologies at his back. He made a mental note to plan an appropriate response to this mishap, and fastened his steps to his suite.

He knocked on the door, softly. No response. He listened intensely. „My love, are you in there?“ A quiet groan, muffled through thick wood and creaking walls, barely audible.

He opened the door his eyes searching through the dimly lit room - the curtains of the windows were still closed, just like he left them this morning.

„Alastor?“, he heard your voice, weak and tired, from inside the pile of cushions, pillows and blankets piled up on the shared bed.

He quickly set the flowers down on the bureau before he peeled layers of fabric off the built fort to reveal his precious doe – face reddened, hair damp with sweat and deep, panting in straint breaths. Her eyes opened slowly, they were watery and dull.

„Hello...“, she said, a small smile on her dried lips. „Hello, my love.“, he answered, brushing her hair out her face with timid fingers – when they touched her forehead, it was burning hot. Alastor frowned.

„You are sick, my doe....“ She hummed in response. A shiver made her pull the blankets around her closer to her. „I think I'm dying again.“ Alastor chuckled softly, cupping her cheek - heat poured from her scorching skin into his cold palms.

„Always so dramatic. No love, you're certainly not dying. Boiling yourself, maybe. You have a raging fever, sweet thing.“

„Potayto, Potahto...“, she murmured. Alastor scrunched his nose – Angel Dust certainly had a bad influence on his wife.

„Now, now, no reason to call for the mortician, love. Let's get you out of these dampened clothes for a start, shall we?“

She whined from the coldness he exposed her to, grabbing his arms as he pulled her out of the many layers of fabric and peeled the sweat-drenched clothes from her burning body. Her usually smooth and tender skin was colored in angered flushes of read, mimicking the blazing temperature she radiated. While he worked on getting her in fresh, clean pajamas, he murmured soft reassurances and sweet words of comfort to her.

Alastor knew she hated the feeling of helplessness a sickness brought with it. Her demise had been sudden, painful and most importantly lonely, having no one by her side while the disease had eaten her alive.

He placed her back into bed, a snap of his fingers had disassembled the abhorrent nest she had built, linens clean, soft and dry. She whimpered when he opened the windows to let some fresh air into the room, but sighed in sweet relief when the cold cloth he conjured for her cooled her forehead.

“Can you play something for me?”, she whispered after he had convinced her to drink some water, her lids heavy and almost out of consciousness.

Alastor brushed her cheeks tenderly.

“Of course my treasured girl.”

He pulled the chair from his bureau next to the bed, settling down with her hand in his. He chose the song carefully – it was the one she and him first danced to, when he and her were two singulars still, instead of one plural.

The soft tunes of the celeste and piano drove the dreadful, deafening silence out of the room, and when Nat King Coles voice started to serenade, her face relaxed into a serene smile, breaths flattening into calm draws of air.

Alastor watched his wife drift into healing slumber, her skin color already fading into her more normal shade. Relieved, he stroked his thumb delicately over her fingers, still safely wound around his. Yes. Alastor knew she hated the helplessness a sickness brought with it. But at least, this time, he could be there to guide her through it.

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cheriiyaya · 27 days

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THINKING ABOUT...kissing him <3

FT: D.OSAMU + FEM!READER

a/n: i hate this sm ahewiskhdkjw

Dazai swears that every time you kiss him, he's never tasted anything sweeter.

He pressed himself against you, fingers sliding under your shirt-his shirt, that you were wearing- and tracing the soft skin underneath as he kissed you hungrily, desperately. He drank you in like a parched traveler at an oasis, drunk off the sighs and whines that left your lips every time his slotted against yours. Dazai's grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, letting out a desperate noise as he gently tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth. heart pounding in his chest.

He wants you, needs you. you were the only thing that tethered him to this life, and he didn't want to let the vessel of his heart go.

All of that ceased when you pulled away, pretty eyes wide and heat radiating off your cheeks as you stared up at dazai, lips plumped and swollen as you panted for breaths of air. dazai thinks you mumbled his name, but he wasn't paying attention to that very well.

God, you looked beautiful to him- all this for him of all people. His grip on you tightened a thought rang through his head; that he was ruining you, defiling an angel that he had no right to lay eyes on.

But those thoughts were consumed by the maddening need for you- the need of your lips on his, your skin against his, and the selfish desire to continue feeling the things that you make him feel.

"Why'd you pull away?" He whispered softly, fluttering thick, dark lashes at you, a pout adorning his lips. He leaning in to kiss you again, whining when you pulled away with a smile curled at your lips.

you opened your mouth to say something but dazai didn't need to hear you, he knew what you'd say would be a teasing challenge to earn back your touch.

He touched his lips to the fluttering pulse on your neck, trailing upwards with every kiss punctuated with a silent "I love you" and fire left behind in it's wake.

"osamu..." you sighed, tilting your head back as he gently sucked at your skin, and dazai loved the way he could make you fall apart.

dazai dragged lithe fingers over your skin, grasping at the buttons on your shirt to reveal more skin for him to attend to. he smiled against your skin as he felt the way your body trembled underneath his, the way your breath shook as he raised himself up and slotted his lips to yours. He parted your lips with his own, dragging his tongue across your teeth and pressing down on your hip as you trembled.

"You're gorgeous, bella', so perfect..." he groaned as he pulled away, chest heaving while he ran his knuckles over the contours of your face. "Don't deserve you, I swear..." that made you frown, which he quickly remedied with a short kiss, pulling away after and resting his forehead against yours.

"'samu..don't say stuff like that." you sighed, tugging him back to your mouth. his lips quirked up, whispering when you let his go.

"why not? no mortal soul deserves to bask in your ethereal glow, my darling." He giggled, cupping your face and pressing his lips to every part of it.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, lips tugging up. "yeah...just stop talking and kiss me, 'kay?" you giggled, sitting up on your elbows.

dazai simply raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you knew all too well. He pushed you back down with a thud, looming over you with a grin that made your heart tumble over itself.

"Hm? you want me to kiss you? how 'bout we...do a little more, yeah?"

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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double penetration in one hole Alucard, reader, Trevor, I don't think Alucard would share his girl with anyone, but what if he did, I think it would be with Belmont!

A/N: I stared at this for a bit trying to figure out how to do it lol but I hope it turned out okay! Thank you sm for the req, I hope you enjoy it!! MWUAH

Double Penetration (one hole) x Alucard, Trevor

You nearly dropped your glass, sputtering up the water you tried to drink before the absolute monster of a ball was just dropped on you. You looked between Trevor and Alucard, the blonde’s eye twitching, hands just about ready to wring the other’s neck for that comment. And Trevor Belmont, just sat there with a smile on his face and shrugged--as if what he just said wasn’t the most outlandish thing you’ve ever heard!

“Belmont, I let you get away with a lot of shit, but if you ever talk about my wife like that again--”

“Well I was being serious.” He rebutted before the dhampir could finish his threat. Then his eyes met yours. “I’ve talked about it with Sypha, you know. She even gave me the green light to bring it up, you can ask her if you want. Won’t make any difference to me.” Holy shit, he was telling the truth wasn’t he?

Alucard’s anger was mostly on your behalf. He would never, never, in all his lifetime, let anyone touch you. But...Belmont...well, he was a different story. He was his friend. He helped him save the world over and over again, hell, he named the village after him. Maybe he would...let Belmont touch you. If you wanted.

Alucard grabbed your hand, thumbing over the back while you tried to catch your breath. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, my love--”

“--she know that”

An exasperated sigh. “But, if you want to, you can say yes. I trust you, you know that.”

You felt like your world was spinning, really, but...you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about it. Just once! And you were drunk! And you didn’t do anything! But...still. The temptation was there. You steadied yourself, small smile playing on your lips as you looked to your husband, kissing each finger before looking over to Trevor.

“I...I want to. But only if Adrian’s there.” Alucard blinked, scrunching his brows and looking at you, surprised. “Darling you don’t have to try to appease me--”

“Fine, Alucard there.”

What?

“A-ah, fuck, Trevor, mm.” You were writhing underneath him, leg hitched over his shoulder and the other around his waist. Trevor was much harsher than Alucard, opting to take you rough, and you didn’t mind it--not when he was pounding you so good. The brunette dipped down, practically bending you in half, bullying his way even deeper into you. “What’s wrong, sweet thing? Thought you said you wanted your doting husband here--you’re not even paying attention to him.” He teased, throwing a look Alucard’s way. He simply pet at your head, kissing your temple and whispering sweet words to you, ‘You look delicious, darling’ , ‘so good at taking cock, sweetheart’ , ‘I’m right here for you, angel’. You whined, grabbing at his neck and pulling Alucard down in a kiss, that was all tongue and teeth--he had to be extra careful not to cut you the way you were haphazardly licking inside his mouth. You whimpered, holding onto the back of his neck tight while you sobbed at the overwhelming feeling. “Wan’ you too, Adrian--please, please wan’it.” You babbled away, eyes closed and nose scrunched. Trevor slowed his pace, just a bit, looking over to the dhampir who shared the same thought, it seemed.

“Okay, darling, you’ll have me.”

In a moment you were flipped over, chest to chest with Trevor who was now sitting up against the headboard. He grabbed at your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip--swollen and red with all the sucks and bites it’s received throughout the night. Your eyes were glossed over, tears drying on your cheeks. “What a pretty little wife you have, Alucard..” He whispered, not breaking eye contact with you as he spoke to the other. Suddenly a second pair of hands were on your body, wrapping around you to grope and squeeze at your tits, giving extra attention to your nipples. You trembled, looking back just a touch to see Alucard watching you like a predator stalking its prey. Your cunt fluttered, and you leaned back to feel his chest against your body. “Come here, beautiful, sit on my cock again yeah?” Trevor’s deep voice brought you back to him, slowly sinking yourself down on his girth. You whined, clenching around him. He filled you up, stretching out your pussy a bit more than Alucard did. “Trevor,” you started with a hiccup “so good, feels good.” You repeated, grinding yourself down on his cock feeling your hips flush against his. He gripped at your hips, stilling you. You furrowed your brows, wanting to keep bouncing on him, before he angled you forward--and a new feeling came over you entirely.

“A-ah, fuck!” You cried out, Alucard slowly pushing his own length into your sloppy pussy. You couldn’t see straight, all you could think of was how full these men were making you feel. You panted like a bitch in heat, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ and drooling onto Trevor. Your eyes were fluttering close, tears dripping down with a renewed sense of overwhelming. “Doing so well, darling girl..” Your lover whispered, slowly pushing in, deeper, deeper, until his cock was nuzzled right where it belonged--in your weeping cunt. The men let you take a minute to breathe, feeling your legs tremble and pussy twitching around two dicks stuffed deep in you. Barely a moment with them both inside you and you already felt fucked stupid--not able to make any coherent sentences, just small phrases about how fucking full you were, how good they felt, how much you loved your husband and cherished your friend. Trevor couldn’t help but laugh, wiping away tears as they flooded your cheeks. “Look how adorable she is.” He cooed, giving an experimental thrust up, and hearing your whines pour out your mouth.

Alucard groaned, kissing at your neck, pulling you flush against him and wrapping long fingers around your throat. “Can you feel how deep we are, darling?” He whispered against your skin, eyes traveling down to the bulge in your tummy. He could hear Trevor swear under his breath, both starting to fuck up into you. You nodded, as best you could, trying to speak but feeling too much. “Mhm, mhm, s’deep, so full, so much” You repeated, hands moving between Trevor’s stomach and Alucard’s head--you couldn’t concentrate enough to keep them steady in one place. The stretch was painfully delicious, and now they moved opposite each other--when one thrusted in the other pulled out, never leaving you empty. They rubbed and prodded in all the right places, pressure on your walls making you go insane. Alucard’s fingers on the hand that was around your throat crept up, shoving the digits deep into your mouth, pulling and stretching at your cheeks. Your eyes rolled, lids fluttered, and you did your best to keep breathing.

They could barely hear the squelch of your pussy, even though it was so fucking wet and covering their bodies with juices, because of how fucking loud you were being. “F-fuck, need you to cum, beautiful--not gonna last long” Belmont mumbled in front of you, rubbing his fingers on your swollen clit. Instantly they both felt you grip on their cocks, trying to milk them right into you. Your cries were still muffled with Alucard fingers in your mouth, practically fucking your face. He nosed your temple, his breathing heavy in your ear as he fucked up into you. Trevor’s free hand replaced Alucard’s around your throat--giving the dhampir full reign to finger fuck your mouth. The coil in your belly snapped, Trevor quickly rubbing on your nub while you came over them--wet and sloppy, squirting onto the sheets below you. “Fucking--pull out, Belmont” You heard Alucard hiss, pulling you off in time to have the brunette shooting his cum on your belly, creeping high enough to land on your tits. Alucard had you to himself now, fucking up into you like a flesh light, using you until it was his turn to let his sticky ropes of cum cover your insides the way Trevor covered you.

Trevor left shortly after, helping clean you up before taking his leave with a sweet kiss to the cheek and a thank you. You sighed against Alucard’s chest, feeling his arms around your waist in the warm bath, you could fall asleep right then and there. He cleaned your skin as you relaxed against him, then moved on to your hair, before you spoke.

“You think he’ll bring Sypha next time?”

“Next time?”

#milk writes #adrian tepes #castlevania #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#castlevania alucard #trevor belmont #trevor belmont x reader #castlevania trevor #castlevania nocturne #milk kinktober

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realm-of-rosie · 8 months

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💭 how can i disagree? !!!

i. genshin impact [ diluc, alhaitham, kaveh, and when they try to deny you something (spoiler: they fail horribly) ]

ii. fluffy fluff fluff only + short scenarios

iii. blog rules | masterlist

iv. love them sm

[ diluc ]

"it is far too warm for cuddles, sweetheart,"

"but i'm lonely,"

"and i'm right here, next to you," diluc argues back quietly with his voice heavy with sleep, eyes closed as he brings your interlocked fingers to his lips and kissing your fingertips.

"it's not the same, 'luc,"

"it isn't?" his lips curl up in a small smile, peeking at you through barely hooded eyes and his warm hand moves to cup your cheek before stroking it gently.

"of course it isn't," you insist, pouting, "you aren't close enough to me,"

a laugh escapes his lips, "not close enough to you, hmm?"

"plus, what if it suddenly gets super cold later? what if we both freeze to death?"

the chances of that happening was close to zero, of course, summer in mondstadt was characterized by a cool, refreshing morning breeze under the beating sun and warm air fit for parties and festivals that last well into the night, but he didn't have the heart to tell you that - diluc was pretty sure you knew that anyway - so he indulges you instead.

"only if you promise not to whine about the heat in the morning," he mumbles, opening his arms so you could curl up against his chest, kissing the top of your head, "no complaining about how i feel like a furnace, how you're sweating so much from it..."

"shh..." you lean up to press your lips against his jawline affectionately, "that is a problem for tomorrow, so we willl deal with it tomorrow,"

diluc's chest rumbles with the chuckle he lets out, "of course, my love, if you say so,"

[ alhaitham ]

"...haitham?"

"yes dearest?" he glances up slightly from the pile of papers he was looking through to flash a small smile at you - rendered unable to move and confined to the couch, "what do you need?"

"a kiss,"

alhaitham's hand stills for a split second and there's a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, and logically, you panic a little - as attractive as that smirk may be, it still signaled trouble. your eyebrows furrow together as he turns his seat to face you, completely abandoning the paperwork, crossing his arms.

"what was that?"

"a kiss," you repeat, bringing out the puppy eyes.

he chuckles, wagging his index finger in a 'come hither' motion, "if you want a kiss, you'll have to come get it yourself,"

"don't be an ass," you whine, throwing a pillow at him, "i'm not in the right state to be walking!"

"alright, alright," he concedes, dodging the pillows you threw at him, "i'll give you a - hey, put the pillow down,"

you lay the pillow on your lap with a huff, still pouting even when he settled down beside you on the couch, pecking your pouting lips.

"don't be upset darling, i'm sorry for teasing you," alhaitham says softly, as if trying to keep whatever he said a secret from curious ears, brushing his finger against your cheek, "i'll give you another kiss if you forgive me,"

[ kaveh ]

"kaveh..." i call out in a soft, curious, singsong voice, peeking into every room in the house until i spot him, hunched over his desk in his work room.

"kaveh?" i lean against the door frame, swaying back and forth on my heels, "kaveh,"

for a while, the only sounds in the house are the scratching of his pencil on paper and my persistent calls of his name until he groans and turns in his seat to face me before standing up to stretch his back.

"i have a small question -"

"angel, i am still not buying you a bunny, not when neither of us know how to take care of it," kaveh sighs, turning back to his work and i let out a squeak of protest.

"that's not what i wanted to say! but we will talk about that later, i'll have you know i am doing my own research on how to take care of bunnies - but that's besides the point," i huff, crossing my arms over my chest, "you didn't let me finish what i wanted to say,"

"well, what did my angel want to say?" he glances over his shoulder to check on me.

"can i stay here while you work? just this once,"

"darling -" kaveh sighs, turning in his seat again.

"i'll behave and be quiet while you work, promise!"

"i don't know," he leans back against his chair as he watches me, rubbing his chin in faux contemplation, "you're just so distracting angel, i don't know if i can finish my work,"

i pout, lower lip jutted out in exaggeration and kaveh chuckles.

"just this once, huh?"

i nod eagerly, "just this once,"

"i will hold you to that," he chuckles, patting his lap.

i stare at him in confusion with my head tilted to the side, eyes flickering to the couch in the corner of the office (where i originally planned on camping out temporarily) before going back to him.

"come sit," kaveh pats his lap again.

"but then you won't be able to work properly, i'll be blocking your view and reach of the model you're building,"

"it's alright," he says reassuringly, "i can just read over the files again instead, i need a break from being hunched over so much," kaveh's eyes stare at me knowingly, "besides, didn't you come here to spend time with me?"

"if you're sure," i shrug in a pretend nonchalant voice, slowly walking to him and settling comfortably on his lap, "i guess i can't say no,"

"exactly," he muses, rubbing my back while i tuck my face into the crook of his neck while his free hand picks up a piece of paper with words i couldn't begin to understand scrawled all over it - talking abou ceramic walls and wood patterns.

we (he) work(s) in comfortable silence until i hear him murmur, "clingy," against my hair before pressing a kiss to my temple.

"it's called having quality time and physical touch as a love language kaveh, don't act like you don' do the same to me when i'm working too," i pinch his side lightly, placing an apologetic kiss against his jawline when he whines at my pinch.

"well, something tells me this - cuddling in my office - is going to become a regular thing,"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #diluc x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader

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lowkeyrobin · 19 days

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hello!!

would you be willing to do a TMR minho fic?

basically just them at the little glade treehouse (i live for that treehouse lol) and maybe they stole some food from frypan and are just chatting and having a laugh together whilst cuddling or something bc they dont get to spend alot of time together as he is always in the maze??

(been loving your writing recently btw, literally one of the v few writers who write for MCYTS and respect their boundaries so tysm!!)

hope ur having a good day:)

oh hell yeah brother LMAO ; also thank you and you're welcome!! im all for respecting boundaries because ik how that feels when they're broken + I'm not a weirdo lol, and thank you for appreciating my work, it means sm to me 🫶🫶🫶 ; have a good day/night :) ; post writing me, sorry this is so short :( ; also I know I said I was in trouble but NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??

MINHO ; tree house cuddles

summary ; sneaking food into the tree house and having late night convos with minho

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is a track-hoe, Thomas has been in the maze for months and exists, but no Teresa/escaping the maze

word count ; 459

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You loved your beautiful boyfriend Minho. He was an angel sent from above, truly. Or... maybe below? The box and what existed out of the Glade was confusing, sadly. God, you wished you could remember anything outside of here.

Sadly, you hadn't seen him very much recently.

He'd been busy with his duties in the maze and the Map Room, and you've been busy working in the gardens damn near all day every day. Your rations were running low, the crops were growing slower than ever, and you couldn't figure out why. It's not like there were deer or raccoons feasting on them either. It was just you Gladers here, nothing else. You'd been stressing out over it and needed some time away from it for a while.

Thankfully, the beloved tree house existed, and rarely anyone used it.

You'd stolen a basket of fruit from Fry's kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Minho. Hopefully, Newt stuck to his word, or remembered to, to send Minho to the tree house to spend some time with you.

Thankfully, the beautiful Korean boy showed up, dressed casual and out of the heavy gear he had to wear in the maze. He greeted you with a tired yet warm smile, sitting down with you on the wooden floor.

"Hey, how's your day?" He asks, sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

You hand him a little basket of strawberries. "Fine, I guess." You shrug, "Need a minute away from the gardens"

He nods, "I need a minute away from the shuckin' maze"

You dangle your feet off the side of the platform, soaking up each other's presence.

He pulls you into his lap, between his legs. He rests his chin on your shoulder while his arms rest around your waist. You feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, resting your hands over his.

"I love you" He whispers, placing a kiss on your temple.

"Love you too, dork," you reply with a smile, leaning your head back to rest yourself against him.

"What a romantic" He giggles, pulling you a little closer.

The night continues on in peace, smiles, giggles and kisses shared, hands intertwined. You share your body heat, cuddled up and comfy.

"No, no, no, he said something like he was gonna beat him back into the box! How does that even work? Gally acts like Thomas is some universal threat or something" You laugh as you speak.

"I have no idea, darling." He smiles and chuckles, listening to you ramble on and on about stories he'd missed during the day.

You look up at him and place a kiss on his jawline, a stupid smile on his face.

"Love you"

"Love you too"

"...Thanks for being mine"

"Okay, shut up, shank"

#lowkeyrobin #the maze runner x reader #maze runner x gn reader #maze runner x reader #maze runner oneshot #the maze runner #minho tmr x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho #minho tmr #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #tmr x gn reader #gn! reader

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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mal wants to talk about sirius!!!!!!!

sirius black!!!!! who loves to tease shy!you. loves to see you get flustered and watch you stammer because he’s the biggest flirt known to man. but!!!! if anyone else is making you uncomfortable or thinks ur strange for being so shy. he’s defending you to the ends of the earth because he loves you for how shy you are. you’re perfect to him tbh.

omg I love this sm aerial im not kidding. I got too excited and wrote this wholeass 1k word thing in one day .. oopsies

fem!reader 1k words

“Angel!”

You know it’s Sirius before he even steps into your line of vision. He’s got a voice that’s recognisable anywhere. Silky, rough around the edges, so undeniably attractive that you melt just hearing it.

You look up from your drink to find your boyfriend swaggering over to you, looking pretty as ever in his silk black button up and ripped jeans that make him look like a rockstar. He’s been gone for all but ten minutes and you almost die at the sight of him.

“Hi,” you say quietly. Your lips mindlessly pull up at the sight of him, a sweet smile reserved only for him.

“Hi, darling.” Sirius throws his arm over your shoulder, smelling of all things him. Expensive cologne, cigarettes and ash, fruity shampoo. His jewellery jingles and sways as his side presses into yours, his hip pushing into the dip of your waist. “How’re you doing?”

Upon his arrival, you’re doing terribly. Hot in the face, tingly skin, a heat in your chest that only ever goes away when Sirius does. Which is almost never.

“I’m okay,” you lie quietly, knowing full well he’ll call your bluff.

Sirius turns his head to look at you and his face is so close to the side of yours that he’s almost kissing you. He seems to notice this, too. He ducks his head to press his mouth to your skin, right in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. His lips are warm and soft as melted butter.

“Yeah?” He asks, a murmured sound pressed into your skin. Goosebumps erupt and spread and suddenly you’re ten times hotter. Sirius tends to have that effect on you.

“Y-yeah,” you breathe, barely remembering what you were talking about in the first place.

Sirius laughs but it’s far from condescending. It’s boyish, nearing on shy, but shy and Sirius never go together in the same sentence.

“You’re burning up, my love,” he says, almost pitying. You want to hit him for it but he’s too pretty and too lovely. He straightens up and shifts so he’s facing you, his arm dropping to your waist.

You grow impossibly shyer. He’s too close. You’re face to face with his chest, and of course the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing silver chains sitting atop his toned chest. You stare and stare and pretend it’s because you’re avoiding his eyes.

“It’s your fault,” you say, trying for irritated but it’s hard when you can barely get your tongue around the words.

Sirius really laughs at that, loud and startled as he throws his head back, curls bouncing and tumbling, his Adam’s apple bared to you. Suddenly you’re extremely dizzy. You grab Sirius’s bicep for support.

When he’s finished laughing he drops his head to meet your eyes, his free hand moving to cup your cheek. With his other arm still curled around your waist, he pulls you closer, chest to chest. Your drink gets crushed between your bodies but you hardly care.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says, and he actually sounds sincere. Well, more sincere than usual. His eyes bore into yours unabashedly. “Really, I am.”

You find yourself shrugging, brushing off his apology because really, you don’t care all that much. Actually, you kind of love being teased by him. Not that you’d ever admit it.

“It’s okay,” you say, and you meant it. You slide your hand down his bicep and to his forearm. You give him a squeeze there for good measure.

Sirius grins lopsidedly, looking at you like you’re made of gold. “You’re cute,” he says, all smiles as he pats your cheek twice. “Do you want to—?”

“Oi! Sirius!”

Somebody, James you suspect, is yelling at Sirius from the table, where he’d been playing cards up until now. Sirius groans, long-suffering, and twists in your hold. You peek around his shoulder to see what the problem is.

“What?” Sirius yells back, though yelling is totally unnecessary when the table is only just across the room.

“Stop feeling up your girlfriend and get back over here,” James says with a smug grin. “You’re turning her into a human furnace.”

You know he means it jokingly but it still makes you want to curl in on yourself. You love James, you do, but you’re yet to get used to his teasing.

“Fuck off, Prongs,” Sirius says, sounding awfully bored. But when he turns back to you he’s got this look in his eyes, kind and sweet, and his mouth is turned down in what you think is a frown.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, kindly, a stark contrast to how he spoke to his best friend two seconds ago. “He’s …” Sirius sighs. “Well, he’s drunk. I think.”

You know what he means. James is so perky and boisterous you wouldn’t be surprised if he was completely sober right now, despite his obnoxious comments and his roaring laugh from behind Sirius.

“It’s fine,” you say, because it is, and Sirius shouldn’t have to apologise for his friend not understanding you like he does. “It’s James.”

Sirius looks relieved at your lack of upset. “I know,” he moans, throwing his head back yet again. “I hate him so much.”

You giggle and try not to stare too hard at his pretty neck. You think he catches you staring but thankfully doesn’t comment on it. Instead he releases his arm from around your waist, hand moving to push a lock of hair from your face. His fingers curl around the back of your neck and stay there.

“Do you want to get outta here?” He asks. “Get some food or something?”

“Sirius,” you chide, though you find yourself hopeful at his offer. “We can’t just leave. Aren’t you having fun?”

Sirius pulls a face. “No.” No sooner has he finished speaking do his lips curl into a sly smirk, and you just know he’s about to make some suggestive comment that’ll have you weak in the knees. “Besides, I can think of other ways we can have fun at home. Just us two.”

You flush something awful. Hot cheeks, goosebumps all over, the whole package. It gets worse when he dips his head so his mouth is a hair’s width from your ear, his hand gripping your shoulder. His scent is intoxicating.

“It doesn’t involve clothes,” he whispers.

You just about pass out.

#★ mal writes!#𖦹 aerial!#ღ sirius #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black fic #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black blurbs #✉️

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hwathinker · 4 months

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ateez and nicknames for their s/o?

im dying to hear them calling their s/o such sweet names like !!!! (just a lil warning there's a slight nsfw on hwa, yuyu & mingi's part :p)

hongjoong ; joong would probably loooove calling you his love ! indicating that you're his one and only lover. he loves giving you sweet names. other than love, its sometimes darling, sweetheart, baby, etc.

seonghwa ; its definitely baby for the most of the time!! (im a sucker for him n i luv the nickname baby sm). he don't really use your name when he calls you but when its about something serious maybe he would. his second and third favourite nickname to call you is doll and babygirl (in bed ;)).

yunho ; this man.. he really love the name honey on you. the way you melt in his warm hugs, the way you taste just like honey when he suck you off wait whaat who said thaaat? other than that, the reason he loves the name honey is because he wants you to know that you're gonna be his fiancée <3

yeosang ; my god you won't believe me when i say this but princess and babe?! its simple but if its from yeosang, it would be 100x better trust me. just, when he wakes up next to you and wanting to hold you.. "babe, i miss you.." he's driving me craaazyyyyyy AAAA

san ; stop saying he's scary and shit ya'll.. this man owns a whole garden in his heart!! i can't imagine him calling his s/o such harsh name :( i think he really love calling you beautiful cus he thinks that you're endearingly pretty inside out <3

mingi ; a sweetheart like him would have a hard time choosing nicknames for you cus he wants you to be showered with lots of love !!! but he ended up calling you angel. he thinks it fits so well with your pretty face. especially when you're helplessly screaming his name when he fucks you wait what did i just say that?

wooyoung ; he likes to joke around with you so that he can see your smile.. so his fav nickname to call you is def something cringy like mami, sweet thing, chagi. as for the serious ones,, he loves to call you pretty girl. it counts as a compliment since you're so beautiful in his eyes hehe

jongho ; don't tell me he wouldn't call you my lady omg!! he's head over heels for you. he's really sweet for that but its sometimes my love which is also his fav. he likes to put "my" before every names he have for you, including your name. its to make it easier for people to know that you're only his lady ! <3

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #hwathinker⦮⑅⦯

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raitonsfw · 4 months

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I always get so excited when a new account is made, I'm constantly on the hunt for sweet Nagito writing. Can I have sfw headcanons of Nagito with an s/o who loves baby-talking to him, and is into a little ageplay? (mommy dom). They're very verbally & physically affectionate and utterly love praising him (also love calling him pet names like precious, pretty, beautiful, baby boy, dove, angel, my hope, etc.). You can add nsfw hc if you want to, and as for gender, gender neutral (although, if you want a specific gender then female pls). Ofc, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. Thank you! 💗

synopsis: A requested variety piece of baby boy (sfw & nsfw) headcanons of Komaeda Nagito.

warnings: (sfw); pet names, gift giving, compliments, pining, cuddling, a bit of insecurity regarding his talent. (nsfw); pet names, blowjob, begging, desperation, praising, mommy kink.

a/n: i do apologize, it’s not necessarily ageplay, except for the nsfw bit. i tried to incorporate it into the sfw section but my brain turned off on me haha. but i do hope you enjoy it nonetheless! i love writing his character sm, he’s literally my main hyperfixation character in danganronpa atm. wc: 1.2k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear & @firefly-graphics

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~ nagito’s absolutely obsessed with you, like he’ll bring you little gifts from the beach he found to give to you (like a penguin), and he’ll present them to you with a grin on his face waiting for you to accept the treasures (this time, a white conch shell) which you do with open palms, a soft praise dripping from the corners of your mouth, ‘it’s beautiful just like you’ or ‘it matches the rays of hope you speak of, my love’; he’s so lucky to have you.

~ sometimes he wonders how you were so well made for him, nothing seemed to phase you, as well as his talent which didn’t even come close to touching you, not even remotely smothering you with bad luck; it was like you were an angel sent for him from the depths of his hell.

~ you never thought anything of it, just happy to finally have found someone that you could shower with affections and affirmations because God knows he needs that constantly, with his belittling self-esteem.

~ you tend to watch over him in every way you can, because due to his luck cycles, he can get hurt from the slightest thing, like that time he tripped over a rock and scraped his knee or that other time when you yanked a little too hard on his precious hair as you brushed it out for him, cooing a tiny ‘sorry, my little dove, it won’t happen again’ into his ear as you soothed his pain, and he’d grin up at you in thanks with that aloof smile you fell in love with.

~ he was your baby boy, you couldn’t bear to be away from him for too long, just like him who would sulk around whenever he wasn’t with you, wanting nothing more than to be held by you– cuddled in your embrace with a blanket wrapped around the both of you.

~ he wanted nothing but your doting kisses upon his flushed cheeks, wanted nothing but your sweet muses whispered into his ear, telling him that he’s enough, wanted nothing but you next to him, always and forever.

“Nagito love, you’re doing just fine.”

“I don’t feel like I am.”

You kissed the top of his forehead, letting his head fall more into your chest and he pouted up at you, promptly asking for a kiss, which of course you obliged happily. “My darling, don’t think too much about it.”

He huffed into your shoulder, burying his face there. You threaded your fingers into his hair, playing with the tangles that intertwined the locks and you hummed to yourself as you felt him relax underneath your touch. He loved your touch, the stress seemed to melt away from the crevices of his mind whenever you were around him, taking care of him with a soft expression on your face.

“I’m here for you always, you’re my hope after all.” You reminded him, your voice firm with affection. The viscosity of the word had flown in all directions as he talked about it for hours on end. It was so enchanting to you and you delivered it back to him on multiple occasions, my hope. The first time you said it to him, he nearly bawled from how delighted he was to be called something so jovial.

“Will you still be here when my luck falters?” He asked with a curious tone, looking back up at you and you captured him into an endearing kiss. He returned it, holding onto your waist in a tight embrace. You traced imprints into his skin, tiny hearts and squiggles drew from your fingertips and he welcomed it with contentment.

“Always and forever.”

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~ when he’s not being doted upon in the midst of public, it’s brought to the bedroom, the intimacy still holding strong when you make him lay on the bed with the quiet phrase, ‘on your back for me pretty’ and he has to try so hard not to get too excited, but the poor thing’s harder than you could ever imagine.

~ ‘mommy’ll rid your clothes, okay? No need to do anything yourself, gonna take good care of you.’

~ nagito’s whole demeanor breaks, like he basically short circuits as you slide off his clothes with nimble hands, nothing but the cool air hitting his skin and the utter warmth of your breath sinking down onto him. he’s resting by the near edge of the bed now, his knees pressed up against your cheeks as you take good care of him, whilst whiney ‘mommy’s’ are flowing from his mouth, the only time he ever really gasps for breath.

~ he’s also fond of your appraisal in bed, perhaps even more than you think. he’ll beg for the way your fingers wrap around him all to hear ‘such a good boy’ when he moans out in hazed pleasure, seeking more and more with every desperate thrust into your hand.

~ when he cums, it’s quick, he always cums so fast when he’s with you, like its too much for him to take, but you always coax him through it, the intimacy pouring from you lets him know that you enjoy this too, enjoy watching him fall apart, enjoy being his caretaker in the darkest of nights and the brightest of days, enjoy being his mommy praising the angel that he is-

~ and you sometimes have to calm him down, from the sheer intensity of his excitement, he tends to behave more like an insolent child who wants more candy. he’d plead for you to kiss him, touch him all over, praise him, need him, need him more than anything else, and you’d do everything he asked of you; because he’s your baby boy and how could you ever say no?

His thighs pressed into your cheeks as he grinded into your mouth unintentionally, the warmth getting to him. Nagito just couldn’t stop moving and you huffed out a bit from your nostrils, pulling away from his cock that had been nestled deep.

“Baby boy, please stop moving for me.” You asked politely, rubbing his outer thigh with a free hand. You rested the other against his waist, rubbing circles in order to soothe him as he twitched against you. “You’re doing so well for me, but you have to stop squirming.”

“M’ sorry.” The words came out of his mouth quicker than you expected, flowing with desperation and apologeticness. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You took him back in your mouth and his fingers clutched the loose strands of your hair, pulling with fervor. You moaned around him and he bucked up in the heat of your mouth again, a quiet whine hitching in the back of his throat. You pulled off slightly, but as you did, you heard Nagito plea and his hands trembled in your hair.

“Please, no! I’ll be good, don’t stop please, please-” He panted out, pushing your head down slightly and you pinched his thigh with a wistful groan. “I’m so close, please mommy…”

How could you say no when he was so close, so far gone, you surely could give him what he begged for, couldn’t you? You sank further your mouth onto his cock, tongue lapping at the base and he came instantly, a string of whimpers flying from his mouth.

You couldn’t praise him then but when he came down from his high, you were sure to shower him with love with ‘such a good boy for me’ spilling from your lips as you wiped off his cum from them.

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Heyyy, I've been reading your fanfics for a while and I just LOVE your writing, I swear. ITS JUST TOO GOOOOD----🙏🙏💘

If you want to request this request I was thinking of something like surprising our poor Leon 😭Something like surprise kisses, practically at any time (practically out of nowhere, you know?) something like that for us would be common (not that it wasn't for him, but you know he was practically deprived of it 😭) or just calling him an angel😢 I think that would be a bit soft/fluff but the poor thing is just not used to it so he values every moment when we steal a kiss from him ;) (If it doesn't bother you, you can be a female reader, but if you want, do what you can to be better) 😔😭😢💗💗

(sorry if English is bad, it's not my mother tongue😢)

꒰ hiii!!! 🫶🏻 thank you so much hun!! i noticed you and your reblog on one of my fics too, sorry that i didn't answered on it, hope you'll like how i did your cute request, thank you sm for this and don't be sorry, we're in the same boat!🤍 ࿐ ꒱

title — affection content — leon kennedy x fem reader tags — fluff, comfort, domestic established relationship, sweet kisses and hugs, basically leon being drown in your attention.

please enjoy your reading!

The dimly lit living room was bathed in a warm, cozy glow as Leon settled comfortably on the couch, his rough face softened by the gentle glow of the television screen.

It had been a long week, filled with the usual chaos of dealing with biohazard outbreaks, and all he wanted now was a moment of respite.

You, his always surprising girlfriend, had other plans.

You tiptoed into the room, smiling mischievously, and then pounced on him with the grace of a secretive predator, Leon let out a surprised «Oof!» as you landed in his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

— «Hello there, handsome» you purred, your fingers slipping into his golden locks, ruffling his hair gently.

Leon blinked, his heart pounding, he wasn't quite used to such displays of affection, he was no stranger to intimacy, but your unflappable enthusiasm still caught him off guard every time.

You leaned over, touched his ear with your lips and whispered — «You know, in this light you look like an angel, Leon, a guardian angel»

He froze, the words washed over him in a gentle wave, no one had ever said anything so tender to him before, and it made his chest clench, the soft glow of the room seemed to highlight his blond hair, creating a halo effect that only you seemed to notice.

Your lips moved from his ear to his cheek, planting a sweet kiss there — «I mean it, you're my guardian angel»

Leon's lips curled into a shy smile and he turned his head slightly, trying to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks — «You are something else, darling» he muttered in a hoarse voice.

Your fingers continued to comb his hair, soothing and gentle — «That's what you love about me, isn't it?»

He chuckled, and this deep, warm sound echoed in your chest — «Yeah, it is»

As you continued to cuddle with him, Leon felt a wave of warmth spreading through him, a feeling he rarely experienced before you came into his life, he was used to dealing with danger, but with you it was different, you were his refuge, his haven.

Days passed and your affectionate gestures continued unabated, be it a gentle kiss when he least expected it or a tight hug that made his heart skip a beat, you made sure he knew how much he was appreciated.

One evening, as Leon stood in front of the bathroom mirror and splashed cold water on his face, you snuck up behind him and he glanced at his reflection, his hair wet and disheveled, making him look even more messy.

— «Leon» you whispered and he turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror.

— «Yeah?» he replied, watching as you closed the distance between you.

You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, a smile playing on your lips — «You're my favorite mess, you know that?»

Leon couldn't contain his laughter, chuckling and muttering — «I aim to please»

Your lips met his neck, leaving light kisses along his jawline — «You do more than that, you make me happy, Leon»

The sincerity of your voice melted his heart, he turned to face you, his hands finding their way to your waist — «You make me happy too» he admitted, looking at you with his blue eyes.

A gentle blush spread across your cheeks as Leon leaned down and captured your lips in a soft, lingering kiss, it was a confirmation of the affection he felt for you but couldn’t always express in words.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as you sighed contentedly into the kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as you held each other, lost in the warmth of the moment, Leon learning to appreciate the tenderness you brought into his life and cherishing every kiss, every hug and every whispered sweet word.

The weeks turned into months as your relationship continued to progress, one lazy evening you found yourself on the couch, Leon's arms wrapped securely around you as you sat on his lap facing him.

Your fingers lazily drew patterns on his chest and his chin rested on your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent.

Leon's voice was barely above a whisper when he finally found the courage to speak — «You know, i… i never really had all this before, the hugs, the kisses, the compliments»

You turned your head and looked at him, a mixture of curiosity and concern in your eyes — «What do you mean, Leon?»

He hesitated for a moment, a faint blush filling his cheeks — «I mean, i've been in relationships before, but it's never been like this.. you… you surprise me every day with your affection, and i… i remember every kiss, every hug»

Your heart filled with love as you looked into his eyes — «Leon, i want you to feel loved, to know how special you are to me»

He turned his head, his lips touched your shoulder and he snuggled closer — «You make me feel more than special, you make me feel… cherished»

A warm smile touched your lips and you couldn't help but pepper him with soft kisses all over his face, his cheeks turning red and he shyly turned away, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

In that quiet moment, you realized that you had brought something beautiful into Leon’s life — love filled with tenderness.

It was a love he cherished the same way he cherished you, and as you continued to hold each other closer, the love between you deepened, growing stronger with every stolen kiss and every heartfelt hug.

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piichuu · 7 months

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hi tuva !! once again, congrats on 1k <3 i’ll request something fluffy for once, so how about prompts 20 + 8, both of which are said by tecchou? thank uu mwah <33

♡ LOVE ON THE BRAIN - TECCHOU SUEHIRO

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 640

NOTES: i never thought i would see angel request fluff?!?! thank you sm <333

PROMPTS:

8. “one day, i will marry you”

20. “i want to make you happy, just like you make me”

music is quietly playing from your phone while brushing your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. the lights are dim and the windows not showing any sign of life on the outside due to the complete darkness. it is turning into night after all and sleep has been calling for you the past couple of hours.

the door to the room is wide open which is why tecchou suddenly marches inside with a smile playing on his lips. he presses a kiss to your cheek and wraps his arms around your middle while watching you get ready for bed. “you’re taking so long,” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder as he now looks at you through the mirror.

you reach one hand back to brush your fingers through his hair before leaning down towards the sink to spit the toothpaste out and wash your mouth with some water. “i’m sorry, i have to do my skincare now as well, so it might take a little longer,” tecchou gives you a slight pout but allows you to grab everything you need for your night routine.

he keeps his arms around your middle and pulls you close against his chest while you begin to apply moisturizer to your face. “one day, i will marry you,” he mumbles while leaning down to place a kiss to your neck. his hands rub your warm skin as they move underneath your shirt. your skin is cold against his warm hands, so he rests them there for a little while.

you glance at him through the mirror and are not able to stop the smile that slowly makes its way to your lips. it is definitely not the first time those words has been said to you, but it will never stop your heart from beating a little quicker than usual. “i will buy you the prettiest ring and make sure to put it on that ring finger of yours. can’t wait to marry you, my love,” tecchou speaks as he moves one hand to touch your left ring finger, right where he’s planning on giving you some fancy jewelry.

“it’s not about how expensive it is though, tecchou. as long as it’s you who’s bought it, i will be happy no matter what,” you continue to apply different products to your face, even as he tries to inspect your ring finger. “i’m aware, but you only deserve the best, darling.”

his words will never stop your entire body from heating up in an instant. they are sweet coming from his mouth while he’s holding you so dearly against himself. “i want to make you happy, just like you make me,” tecchou whispers while watching you finish your daily skincare routine and put all the products away. the smile that has been on his face since he entered the room only grows as you finally turn to face him and put your arms around his neck.

“you already make me the happiest person alive. you don’t have to buy me expensive things just to bring me some happiness,” he leans his forehead against yours and presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “yes, i know. so when we do get married, i will continue to show you how much i love you and will keep doing it until the day i die. anything you ask for, i will give it to you. it doesn’t matter if it’s a hug, a kiss, a necklace or food, you will get it.”

tecchou’s warm hands are resting on your hips as he finally leans in to meet your lips with his own. it’s a short kiss but one that he puts his all into, wanting you to truly know that you’re his all. “now, shall we head to bed and finally get some sleep?”

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