#long drabbles are my weakness

[beyondthegame]

“You′re the sweetest I've ever tasted” or “I will love you without any strings attached” for e please? thank you <33

E’s day has been going terribly.

They forgot to go shopping and ran out of eggs this morning. Spilled tea over their notebook which caused a string of curse words to fall from their lips. Had a mini argument with their mum over the phone. Read a damaging story about them in the press, which has all been accompanied by writer’s block.

Alongside the fact that you haven’t replied to their last text, which wouldn’t be an issue if everything else hadn’t been going wrong.

E lets out a heavy sigh before running a hand across their face. They could do with a break, it would probably reset them for the better.

“Oh, fuck it.”

Mind made up, E reaches over the coffee table, picks up their phone, checks the screen and slips it into their pocket.

Their shoes are on next, and as they walk past the full length mirror in their wide hallway, E’s immediate thought is ‘I look like shit’ but they’re not going to see anyone (fingers crossed!) so it’s fine.

E loops their keys around their fingers and pulls open the door. The sight outside their door would usually bring a smile to their face, a witty, flirtatious comment after that, but they’re honestly surprised to see you.

“Hi,” they blurt out, lacking their regular self-confidence.

“Hello,” you murmur, a slight smile on your own lips as your eyes scan E quickly—and whilst they’re hating how unkempt they’re looking at the moment, you’re actually a fan of them looking comfortable in sweats and sliders. “Going somewhere?”

E points down the hallway. “Um, the bookstore, yeah.”

“Hm, want some company?”

E doesn’t hesitate. They give a causal nod and for once today, they can smile. “I’d like that.”

—

“You were coming to see me, then?” E eventually asks when you’re side by side and halfway down the street. “That’s why you were outside my door?”

You smirk. “No, it’s just normal for me to find out where celebrities live and just stand there,” you utter sarcastically.

“Ah, of course, you’re in your stalker era,” E murmurs, continuing the joke as you both turn a corner.

“I would’ve replied to your text if I was stalker,” you shoot back, only to receive a side eye from the musician.

“That’s a fucking low blow.”

You chuckle at the pout on their lips, silently claiming victory. “My phone died, and then I had training,” you admit, realising that you’re outside the entrance to the little bookstore. “Thankfully it did or I wouldn’t be here with you.”

E pulls open the door and takes a step back, allowing you to go in first as the bell above the door chimes. “Little victories for us,” they murmur as they go in after you.

It’s only a few minutes of walking around until E’s settled. They look less stressed, the tension has fallen from their shoulders, and they’re happily picking up books and reading the blurbs with a creased brow—debating whether to buy the literature or not.

“Do you come in here for anything particular?” you question, your eyes scanning over rows and rows of shelves, seeing as other customers get lost in between them.

E shakes their head. “No, not really. I mean, obviously it’s nice leaving with books, but just being here is…comforting. It gets me out my mind a bit.”

They’ve overshared. They can tell, E’s internally squirming at the anxious thought whilst you’re standing here happy to listen to their detailed answer.

They wet their lips. “I don’t…this doesn’t really happen with me and other people,” E rambles.

“What?”

“Being here, sharing personal stuff,” E answers.

You blink. “What’s it usually like with people you end up fancying?”

E thinks for a moment, plucks a book off the shelf and flicks through its pages. “It’s usually, ‘I’m famous, we find each other attractive, we fuck, and I may hear from them again, most likely not’ and that’s it.”

You nod a little. “Okay. What about you and me then?”

E returns the book to the shelf before turning towards you. “Uh, well, you and I haven’t had sex.”

“No, I know,” you say, “but you said that’s how it usually happens. What makes me different?” you question. “I mean, you do fancy me.”

E snorts. “Do you reckon?”

You smirk. “Well, you have mentioned it once…and from what I recall you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, so I’m guessing it wasn’t a drunken mistake.”

The two of you are walking to another bookshelf, in sync almost. “Maybe a sober one?” they joke.

Your gaze snaps towards them, only to find a broad grin over their lips and their dark green/hazel eyes shimmering.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake,” E utters. “I don’t know, I suppose I just didn’t think anything romantic would between us. Or we’d only be friends and nothing more. Or, you wouldn’t like me back,” they trail off. “The list is endless. I have always found you attractive, if that helps.”

You laugh. “That does help.” You pause. “I do.”

“Hm?”

“I do like you back,” you say, your voice a little stronger as E absorbs the words and smiles at them.

“I did gather,” they utter. “But it’s nice to hear those words on a bad day.”

You think for a moment. This should be the hard part out the way, admitting feelings to each other, yet it still feels like there’s another hurdle to get over.

“So where does that leave us?” you ask.

“Hm,” E hums. “When I said you’re different, I meant it. We know how the other feels now so maybe we’re attached and tangled up in strings now, or maybe its knots.”

The books are a little forgotten because you’re in front of E now, and whilst they’ve said all this in a somewhat confident persona they’re nervous as hell.

They’ve thought what it’d be like to kiss you, date you, be in an actual relationship with you that doesn’t have them questioning whether they’re enough.

Definitely knots.

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic so it means I should ask you out on a date and admit that I’ve thought about kissing you at least once,” E says.

The corners of your lips twitch upwards. “Only once?”

“Don’t let it stroke your ego.”

“Oh, it already has,” you laugh. “Are you going to?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

E blinks. “You want me to?”

“I really want you to.”

Funnily enough, it’s common thought that E’s been with and fallen in love with many people. Additionally, it’s extremely far from the truth, so they find all of this nerve wracking: the stepping forward, the hand on your cheek, their thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You still want me to kiss you?” E asks, their lips close to brushing yours, yet needing extra confirmation.

“Of course I do,” you whisper. “We’re in knots, aren’t we?”

And they do. E’s flutter closed, their lips fall against yours and it’s gentle and sweet. Everything they had imagined and more.

#drabble #e acevedo #e being all expressive with their feelings but not expecting anyone else to be 🥺 #I basically did both prompts #long drabbles are my weakness #this is actually so long wtf #nikka 🫶🏼

[amethystpath-writes]

To Traitors

NOT A PR0MPT

******

"The general wants to send me to your homeland."

"For war?"

Villain hummed. "We knew it was coming."

"Of course." Hero shook her head and pushed a shirt further into the bucket of water. She bent it and twisted it and shoved it again. "How did she react when you told her 'no'?"

That was the thing; Villain didn't deny the general. No one denied the general.

Hero picked up on the silence. She always did. “Where does that leave us?”

A choice.

War?

Or her?

“You know this decision is not mine.”

"Sure, it is. I always wanted to travel- try camping."

Camping. Hero knew rejecting orders would be considered traitorous. She would rather be homeless and shunned than to standby while her homeland was being attacked.

"Hero..."

"Is that something you are not willing to do?" Her movements became rushed, like she was trying to maintain a calm, but the only way to do so was to move along with the emotions. She grabbed a shirt, dunked it, rung it, tossed it. Grab, dunk, ring. Grab, dunk, ring. They weren't even becoming clean, and the water needed changed. "My family is there. Where are they meant to go?"

"Even if I did tell the general no, I cannot stop an entire army from marching. The war will happen with or without me."

A sigh veiled the tension in the room. Villain's weight creaked beneath him as he stepped towards his lover. He took a linen shirt, wet and soaked, from her hands, and dropped it in the brown water. He found her hands next, then tugged her up slightly. She took the cue and stood, let herself be held.

"I love you," Villain said.

Hero didn't like crying. This is why Villain began rubbing her back as he pulled her into an embrace. She buried her face into his chest and sniffed once, twice...wiped a face full of tears, sniffed again...stopped, then began sobbing. No amount of squeezing could console the thought of her family being innocently slaughtered.

"You would hide them, wouldn't you? If you found them, you would save them?"

His grip loosened. He whispered, “Of course I would.” Did Hero know it might have been a lie? Even Villain wasn't sure what he would do when the time came that he marched onto her homeland.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Then I'm leaving now." She attempted to pull away from Villain's chest, but he held her firmly. Her muscles tensed beneath him, but Villain knew she knew better than to try again.

"Hero, be level-headed.

"I want to warn them," she whispered, so quietly that Villain only knew what she said because of how well he knew her. He knew her every thought before she even had it herself. It wasn't magic; just love.

"And you think you will outrun an entire army overnight?"

"I know I won't!" her tone had changed, and this time when she pulled away, she didn't stop until Villain let her go. "But who am I to not try at all? Who would I be, Villain?" Her face was red and swollen, glistening with sad, then angry tears.

For a moment, she stopped. She took a breath. then swallowed as if she needed to stop herself from asking what obviously came to her mind. Alas, she said it. "How long have you known?" Her voice cracked, and Villain could see she already knew the answer: longer than he should have known before telling her.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask for an apology." Her eyes refused to meet his. Villain was almost glad for it. He couldn't bear her anger, not when it was directed at him. "I asked how long you have known."

"Hero..."

"Clean your own damn clothes. I'll pay the Baker family back when I return."

"Pay them back? For w-" No. "You're not taking their horse." Hero was already scrounging around, first grabbing a raggedy sack, then stuffing one random item after another in. "Hero, stop. Hero-" She was going to take the neighbor's horse just to get caught up in the war herself. "Stop!"

She fell to her knees in the next moment. Broke down as if his voice took out the last support beam keeping the house together. hero cried, screamed, and wailed. "No. No. No. No. No," she repeated, and her voice broke time and time again as she screamed.

Tears sprung into Villain's eyes. What did he do?

"I'll send a bird. It will arrive before our army does, and when they receive it, they will know to leave."

Hero's head lifted, and her puffy eyes finally met Villain's glistening ones. "I will prepare beds. We have pelts; I can throw something together, and my brother can take-"

One blow after another, each and every passing moment. Just when Villain thought all might be well, the both of them realized there was no saving anyone. The war was an ambush, and Hero's brother would be expected to take a stand, to protect his own homeland.

"I won't-" Villain swallowed. "I won't harm your family. I will send the bird, and I will pray with every moment of travel that they receive it and leave. I will not draw my sword until I find their home empty, until I am sure they have left."

"You would be a traitor to your own kingdom."

"Better it this kingdom than you."

#not a pr0mpt #hero x villain #hero #villain #hero x villain story #hero x villain drabble #hero x villain snippet #heroes and villains #writeblr #writing community #creative writing #angst #I think. Does Dee know what angst is yet? No. Absolutely not. #I worked on a project for three hours straight and seeing as it is already midnight I figured I might as well finish #the draft I started months upon months ago. #Oh yeah- did y'all know I decided to start rewriting my entire manuscript...again..? #hence the delay in writing. I'm working on my book- working full time- doing school part time...it's a lot. barely any leisure time 😭 #anyway this is due for a reblog in the morning :p #weak ending but I have procrastinated posting for wayyyy too long- open to continuing this one if it's enjoyed enough :p #To Traitors

[good-beanswrites]

I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.

Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.

When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs. 

Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off. 

He’d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone. 

If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.

Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts. 

He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.

Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken… 

Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones. 

He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down. 

He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?

A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead. 

He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”

As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.

Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!” 

Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there. 

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?

He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?

The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him. 

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.

—

“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed. 

He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.

She didn’t. 

Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said,  “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“But--”

“-- But I’m better, yeah.”

Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing. 

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.

She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”

“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.

After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts. 

“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.

“They almost killed me. You saved me.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #i am emotional about them!!! #my other drabble between them hinted that fuuta would convince her away from her dangerous beliefs before things got too bad #but i wanted to see what would happen if things Did get bad ya know #we were talking about what could convince amane to think twice about the medicine ban (if anything) #and i think seeing her closest friend is literally on deaths door finally gets through to her #shes sees him weak and bloody and completely out of it and knows this is Wrong #i dont know how long it takes fuuta to realize that it really was all for him that she changed but he does accept it eventually #it helps both of them grow #he feels worth saving (and therefore worth turning his life around) and she is freer from her cult #not completely #but one step at a time #tried to make fuutas narration simpler and shorter to reflect his thoughts but idk if that worked #i thought they were going to do a lot of stuff with mahirus head injury and memory but they never did- i played around with that a bit here #i thought about writing out amanes monologue to her god about how shes not doing this anymore but 1. its more dramatic to leave that to #the imagination and 2. idk if its silly but some things are so personal for a character and i dont wanna intrude... like yeah its my #story but thats between her and god fr #drabbles #tw cults #tw child abuse

[fancifulflora]

(SFW) Azad deserves a break and happiness so can I request a drabble where Azad's been having a hard day and gets a lot kisses as he cuddles with the Crown?

Terribly sorry that this took forever and a half- I literally spent a good few days trying to come up with ideas for this prompt that didn't feel too close to other things I've written. It may be a tad short since I'm still very much out of practice and am currently busy sacrificing my life to Baldur's Gate 3 lol

One would think that a childhood spent around the upper echelon of Arsurian nobility and the best tutors Arsur had to offer would have made dealing with the pests buzzing around the Crown easier for Azad.

The only thing it did manage, it seemed, was make the tired Captain all the more aware of the little plots and schemes being seeded around him. Not that he'd do much about it mind you, those matters were probably best left to the General or Sorcerer.

Still, it wouldn't hurt for some of these nobles to at least try a little harder. Even a child would be able to see through their thinly veiled promises and idle threats.

The sounds of nervous shuffling brought his attention back to one of the more persistent officials. Some lackey that was sent here to pressure the Crown no doubt. A gangly, unfortunate-looking one at that. Why were they still here?

"Were my words not clear enough?" Azad tilted his head a little as he studied the shorter figure before him, his glare making the poor official shrink back as if the look alone had struck them. "The Crown is currently preoccupied with important matters."

A complete and utter lie, but a believable one.

"Well, yes, I-I understand," The official stammered, fiddling with their hands as they frantically jerked their head left and right, searching along the empty corridors of the palace. Unfortunately for them, there'd be no one else to lend them aid at this time of night. "It's simply that the Mîrs were very insistent that-"

"They can and will wait till morning. Unless the situation is dire, I suggest you heed my previous warnings." Azad corrected his head, glowering down at the official who was quickly developing an interest in his khopesh, the metal shining under torchlight. "I will not repeat myself again, nor will I allow you to disturb the Crown's peace. Now go."

Though there was really no need to, Azad made the subtle movement of resting his palm against the hilt of his blade, finding a great deal of amusement as the official swallowed.

Without a moment of hesitation and with a flurry of apologies and deep bows, the poor sod dismissed themself. And once more, the hall was refilled with a blissful, beautiful silence. "... Are they gone?" A muffled voice called from behind him after a few minutes had passed. His Crown's voice.

"For now, yes," He nodded at an invisible guardsman, moving to enter the room just as said guard smoothly took his place outside the Crown's chambers.

"Thank goodness," The weary voice of the Crown breathed, paired with equally weary golden eyes. Azad couldn't exactly blame them either, anyone in their position would have been worn down by back-to-back meetings and a lengthy court session that, truth be told, went absolutely nowhere. Still, they managed a smile upon his entry. "I knew I could count on you to save the day."

"As much as I appreciate your thanks, it may be a little premature," Azad grinned, his posture relaxing now that he was off duty or as off duty as a Royal Protector could be at this time in the evening. "I've only postponed the inevitable. You'll have to deal with that mess in the morning."

A long groan came from his Crown, the ruler of Arsur springing up from their desk... only to wander a few steps and fall rather unceremoniously on their bed. "I need no reminders, thank you very much."

Azad stretched a little, feeling the slight pop of his joints that accompanied the familiar ache in his body from being so active for the past few days. The poor protector was so busy in fact, that the last time he could even remember being able to wind down like this with his Crown was...was...

Damn, that long, huh? He couldn't recall the last time they were together like this- being able to have each other all to themselves. The two still regularly trained together, but this was a different matter entirely.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" He then asked, clearing his mind and taking a seat beside his Crown who was now laid out on their side, facing him with a small frown on their face.

"I think I should be the one asking you that Azad," Their eyes studied him, the Royal Protector raising a small eyebrow under their scrutiny though he kept any retorts to himself. "You look... awful."

Surely he didn't look that bad, did he?

With a small laugh, he leaned against the back of the chair, glaring a little at his lover though his hazel eyes lacked any real fire. "You've got little room to speak yourself."

The Crown gave a small mock gasp, their body seeming to reenergize from the banter alone. "Excuse you, I thought I looked rather nice today!"

"Three meetings ago perhaps."

"Hmm... You didn't deny that I look nice though," With little effort, the Crown rolled on their stomach, elbows propping their body up while their chin nestled itself in the cradle of their hands.

Azad rolled his eyes at that one, the faintest warmth beginning to wash over his cheeks. "You're even worse than the Pale Sword somehow. Congratulations, it's no easy feat." Moving to stand and eager to change subjects, he gave his Crown a rather pointed look indicating that he was quite aware of their attempt to dodge his initial question. "Wait here, I'll go-"

"Oh no," Though still remaining playful, there was an intensity behind the Crown's words that did manage to make him pause for a moment, the ruler moving to get off their bed to push Azad back down into his seat with a gentle hand. "Stay right there. Get yourself comfortable while I go find someone to make a run to the kitchens."

The Crown didn't even wait for his answer, giving him the briefest of kisses before hurrying to the door to catch the attention of some passing servant.

Azad, knowing when to pick his battles and still worn from days of work, simply relented and carefully undid the fastenings on his weapons; getting up to leave them on the bedside table.

There were words traded between his Crown and a servant, the Captain pushing what he could hear to the back of his mind as he undid the clasps on his silver armor with practiced ease.

By the time the door shut once more, he had finished placing the last of his gear by the bed, Azad glancing over his shoulder at the Crown.

"It might take a while but I did request a small cup of mint tea for you."

"With honey?"

"Naturally," There with a hint of smugness to the words, the Crown getting comfortable once more with their back pressed against the plush pillows of their bed, only this time, beckoning Azad to join them.

The ruler of Arsur tried and failed to hide their smile when seeing their Royal Protector getting on the bed and settling by their side, his head pressed to their chest, drinking in the steady beat of his beloved's heart.

"That was easier than expected. Do you plan on saving the protests for later?"

Now it was Azad's turn to groan a little, closing his eyes to give them some much-needed rest. "Only because I'm far too worn out to argue against your wishes."

"You poor thing." The sarcasm was dripping as he felt light kisses press themselves against his cheeks and the corner of his lips. "Perhaps you want to trade with me? I could send you to tomorrow's court session in my stead, surely."

The mere thought alone could give him a headache, the Captain shaking his head. With his eyes still shut, he returned the kiss in kind. "Enticing as that idea sounds, I think the Mîrs are best left to you."

"Ughh."

"I'll be just beyond the doors if that is any consolation."

That got a laugh out of his Crown, Azad's smile pressing up against where he'd approximated the Crown's forehead would be. Another kiss traded between the two.

"Any chance I could convince you to stand guard, by my side, this time?"

Another kiss, this time from his partner, soft lips heating the edge of his jaw.

Ah.

The Captain opened his eyes with a slow blink and studied the grin plastered across his star's expression.

So that was how they were going to play it, bribery.

"Perhaps." Azad kept his voice light, resisting the urge to smile as another kiss was planted on him, this time on his brow.

"And now?"

"Still unconvinced." His voice was a soft velvet now, an observant gaze picking up the slightest shiver running down his Crown's spine.

Cute.

Another kiss was gifted to him, this time directly on his lips. His arms made their move, wrapping around the Crown. With the softest noise escaping his lover's lips, he pulled them into an embrace. The two practically melted together, a kiss the Crown had most certainly meant to be chaste and quick now slowing as the two got lost within one another.

Spirits, he truly did miss this, didn't he?

Somewhere along the sixteenth or so kiss was when Azad finally lost count, or rather, when he simply stopped bothering altogether. Time itself seemed beyond his comprehension as the Captain thoroughly savored each little reaction he could get out of his Crown. Not that he minded, of course, Azad being the type to take his time with his love.

He eventually pulled away for air, forehead pressed against his Crown's as the two recovered from their entanglement.

"Well? Have I successfully persuaded you?" The Crown's voice was lighter now, breathless, and a touch sultry, the glimmer of gold in their eyes swallowed by the darkness of their pupils.

Azad paused a moment to consider the question, weighing the bliss given to him by his love's presence with the hours of senseless prattling he'd have to endure.

"Perhaps. Though I might be able to give you a solid answer... after we eat."

The look of confusion on the Crown's face was priceless, the tender moment between them was cut off by a knock at the door. Azad seized the chance to get off the Crown and straighten himself out, though he did clock the look shot at him by his charge.

With a small turn away from his Crown who was undoubtedly disappointed by the interruption, Azad turned to answer the door feeling lighter than ever.

#a tale of crowns #atoc #azad/ashti #sfw #fluff #drabble #i forget my own tagging system god damn its been so long #after writing this i realize... i have an intense urge to kiss A all over their face. This has happened like twice. Two nickles worth #im not sure if it's ooc but i like the idea of A being more mischievous in private- I have a weakness for teases I'm sorry #no where near the fiend that is X though #more >:3c than anything #writing A is so fucking hard lmao i reread everything once before posting and getting their voice in properly pains me #am i too teasing? not quick witted enough? i dunno man

[shieldedreams]

*your honor, yes*

#feeling a little inspired to take some requests or suggestions for avatar #just neteyam and lo'ak though!!! #i'm open to headcanons or small drabbles or short fic ideas #or reactions too! #currently finishing up a small neteyam fic #like a 'reverse' of neteyam caring for the reader as they run away to be alone :") #caring neteyam is my weakness #and i'm doing a small reaction thing for lo'ak and neteyam #im also writing a small drabble thing for lo'ak in which he gets jealous LOL bc homeboy WOULD #anyway! #just rambling here #i'm open to suggestions hehe #just as long as its not smutty! #keep it sfw please :) #m talks #notes #updates

[ciaossu-imagines]

Cat and Mouse - A Shouhei Akagi Ficlet Collection

So, as an author's note, this is the first of a set of 60 ficlets for K's Alphabet Boys (10 for each boy) inspired by @shoheiakagi 's excellent delinquent!homra highschool au! I'll be tossing up ficlets (probably out of order) in between answering actual requests but like, so inspired by this all so have some really shitty, bad characterization, but self-indulgent and fun y/n homra shit!

THEY’VE ALWAYS SAID HIGH SCHOOL IS HELL…

But you’d never been able to really agree with that. High school hadn’t ever been terrible for you. Sure, there were the usual awkward moments and insecurities and troubles every teenager had, but even you had to admit that you’d been lucky with your high school life so far. You weren’t hugely popular, but you fit in with the popular crowd. Though you were shy and quiet around most people, you were part of the cheerleading squad’s B-team, where many of the girls took you in as a ‘little sister’ and made you feel a part of the group. You got good grades, and your teachers liked you. You were even dating Hidaka, part of the school’s student council and star of the school’s baseball team. He was good looking, popular, smart, and he was good to you. Your parents adored him; he was the boy every girl’s parents wished they would bring home, after all.

Yeah, you’d really lucked out in the whole ‘high school is tough’ area…and you should feel lucky. You knew you should…so why did it all bore you so much? Why did you feel like something was missing?

You frowned to yourself, the thoughts whirling around in your head as you stared at the inside of your locker. Today just didn’t feel like a good day; it felt off and lacking. You weren’t really even sure what you were looking for in your locker at this point; you had a bad habit of getting lost in your thoughts and now was no different. It was only the shrill ringing of the bell that interrupted your reverie and made you jump. Eyes widening, startled and on edge, you realized as your eyes scanned the empty hallway, that that had been the start of class bell. Cursing yourself internally, you hastily threw your algebra textbook on the top shelf of the locker, frantically searching for your sketch book and pencil case for the art class you should have already been in…the art class located on the other side of the building.

Your fingers fumbled the lock closed as you stuffed what you needed under your arm and, checking to make sure all the teacher’s doors were closed, allowed yourself a second of rule breaking as you broke into a run. Why did art class have to be so far away from your locker?

“Hey! Hey, y/n!!”

A boisterous, cheerful male voice shouted your name as you approached the stairs that led to the last hallway. You weren’t sure who was calling your name…the voice wasn’t one you could automatically place, though it sounded very familiar. Either way, it stopped you in your tracks. Your ears felt hot and embarrassment over being caught running in the halls was right at the surface, along with a twinge of frustration because you were already running late, and you did not need the lecture you were sure was coming your way from whatever teacher had yelled at you.

Except it wasn’t a teacher that your eyes landed on as you looked towards the sound of the voice. Instead, all you saw was the figure of a slender, slim boy, sandy hair tucked under a baseball cap (despite caps being firmly against school rules and you knew this because Hidaka complained about that regularly). He was grinning and waving at you, but you stood frozen in place, confused and trying hard to place who he was. He looked so familiar…and cute, though you tried to chase the thought out of your head as soon as it entered.

It wasn’t until he got closer that you recognized him. It was the hat that solidified it for you. There was only one boy in school who wore a hat like that, the design identifying him a part of ‘HOMRA’, the gang of delinquents so notorious in your high school, and you huffed out a sigh of frustration as he hurried up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder as if the two of you were old friends.

“Where are you heading off to in such a hurry? Don’t you know running in the halls is against the rules?” he asked, his smile teasing as he looked down at you.

Your ears were definitely hot now and you had no doubt that quite a bit of your face was, too. Why did it have to be Shouhei Akagi? You’d rather it have been anyone else, honestly. You’d met him a few times, back when one of your friends on the cheerleading squad had decided to ‘take a walk on the wild side’ and indulge her bad boy fantasies with HOMRA’s fuckboi, Chitose Yo. You’d been more than a little afraid of both boys, honestly. Everyone at the school knew about HOMRA, who sold drugs, got into fights, got suspended regularly…and both Chitose and Shouhei had reputations as players, as boys who slept their way through the girls of the school, and Shouhei had been so openly flirtatious with you back then. He’d made no secret he was interested in you, despite you telling him you had a boyfriend…he’d always teased you so much then, seeming to delight in your discomfort, and he’d been so handsy and touchy with you. While you would admit, to yourself at least, that Shouhei was gorgeous and that you had been super-flattered, the fear of him and his friends and the nervousness you felt over his reputation as a ladies man had meant that you were more than glad when your friend decided she was done with Chitose, who she’d caught with another girl at a party she’d gone with him to.

Needless to say, Shouhei hadn’t been who you’d expected or wanted to call out to you…this just wasn’t turning out to be your day, was it? And oh, was he still speaking? Your brain couldn’t seem to keep up, your body felt a little heavy with nerves and your mouth couldn’t really seem to form the words you wanted it to. You were always shy, a little nervous about talking to people…it was just that you never knew quite what to say and were always a little afraid of saying something stupid or rude or wrong, but he’d always seemed to make that issue so much worse, and he was so close, right up in your face.

His eyes were so pretty though, you thought briefly. You’d never been so close before, never noticed the little flecks of gold in them. And was all this heat really just you blushing, or was it him? His arm around your shoulders, his fingers playing with a piece of your hair…it felt so warm and oddly comfortable.

No. No, no, no, very much no. This wasn’t okay and you didn’t want this.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run in the halls…I’m running late to class, so I really have to go!” you blurted out, words coming out just a little too fast, jumbling together a bit as you stepped down a couple stairs to escape his touch. The apology came naturally; you were always a polite kind of person and you tried to be kind to everyone, but you still couldn’t help but think that he had no reason to be telling you not to break school rules. You’d need more hands and feet than you had to count all the number of times he’d been put in detention or suspended from school for breaking the rules, after all.

“Hey now, no need to apologize!”

Oh fuck, even his laughter was cute, though it pissed you off a bit to have him laugh at your expense.

“I don’t really care if you run in the halls. Go crazy if you want to! I’m heading to class myself, I guess. What class you heading to? Why don’t you let me walk you there?”

“No. No, I can get there myself. Thank you, but I really have to be going,” you said, already turning away from him and heading down the stairs. Shouhei had always put you on edge, tilted you a little off your axis and you really did just want to get away from him.

“Aww, come on, y/n! Don’t be like that! I swear I’ll get ya to your class all safe and sound. Gentleman’s honor,” Shouhei said with a wink, raising two fingers in a ‘scout’s honor’ sort of gesture.

The teasing tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you sped up your pace, tossing a more forceful refusal his way. That tone promised the complete opposite of his words and your stomach was doing flip-flops and tiny butterflies were erupting in your chest, though you couldn’t quite figure out why. Fuck this, you really did need to get to class. You just needed to focus on getting to class because you were so late, and you really didn’t have time for this cute boy who promised nothing but trouble. What would someone think if they saw you two together? What would your friends think? What would Hidaka think?

But no matter how fast you walked or how close to the art room you got, Shouhei didn’t seem to be taking the hint. You could hear him humming, hear the sound of his footsteps behind you. You turned only once, glaring at the sight of him steps behind you, his eyes drifting up from where he’s been staring so blatantly at your ass to meet yours with a devilish smirk. You whirled back around before he could say another word, a little sound of frustration and (curiosity…desire…interest) disgust coming from your mouth. Why couldn’t this guy take a hint, you thought, as you broke out into a run and finally burst through the door of the art room, apologizing to the teacher as you hurried to your desk.

“You’re very late, Miss y/n,” your teacher said, frowning at you. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, repeating your apology once again as you took your seat, prompting him to tell you that it was fine this one time, but not make it a habit. You could see your friend Rika out of the corner of your eye, her blond hair all tangled around one of her pencils. ‘What happened?’ she mouthed at you, staring at you with unabashed curiosity. Rika always was one who loved gossip and needed to know everything about everyone and their lives. And it didn’t help that anyone who knew you knew how seriously you took your schoolwork and good academic standing, to the point of being called a ‘teacher’s pet’ a few times. “I’ll tell you later,” you whispered to her, turning to pay attention to the teacher.

“So, as I was saying before Miss y/n interrupted,” the teacher said, making the class titter as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, staring at your desk guiltily. “You’ll be working in pairs to recreate a painting in the style of one of the major art movements. Now that you have all paired up, one representative from each group will come up and pick a movement from this hat.”

The teacher’s attention turned to you as you froze in your seat, really taking a look around the art room for the first time and noticing that the desks had been pushed together and that, yeah, everyone seemed to have grouped up…except for you, with an empty desk right beside you.

“Now, Miss y/n, I’m afraid where you were late, everyone else has already chosen a partner besides one other student, who has also chosen to be late for class.”

It was at this point that the teacher found himself interrupted for the second time that class as Shouhei sauntered casually into the classroom with a cheerful ‘yo, teach! How’s it going?’, as if he wasn’t late and this was par for the course. Of course, it was for him.

Oh no. Nope. No freaking way. One, how could you have forgotten that Shouhei shared art class with you (other than the fact that he rarely showed up and you did your best at most times to ignore his existence)? For another, there was no way this could be happening, could it?

“Yes, as I was saying,” the teacher said loudly, glaring daggers at Shouhei, “Miss y/n and Mr. Akagi here will be our last pairing for this project. My apologies to Miss y/n. Mr. Akagi, go take your seat and be glad I’m not sending you down to the principal’s office for your fourteenth tardy in a row. I will be seeing you for a lunchtime detention, though.”

Shouhei didn’t seem at all bothered by the teacher’s words, just laughing them off as he came towards the empty desk next to you. You, though? You were definitely much more affected by the teacher’s words.

Shouhei plopped into the chair next to you, tilting his hat up a bit and smiling broadly at you, tipping you another wink.

“Guess today’s my lucky day, I’d say,” he drawled, leaning into you a bit, invading your personal space yet again. “Project’s going to be boring, I’m sure, but I’m looking forward to spending a lot of time with you. Take good care of me, eh, y/n?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, your brain coming up with a million and one honest answers and tons of snarky comments that you’d never be brave enough to say, and the only reaction you could settle on was a deep groan as you stared down at the desk.

Fuck…today really wasn’t your day.

#cat and mouse ficlet collection #delinquent!homra AU! #akagi shouhei #y/n shit #sorry if this sucks guys #self-indulgence makes me happy though #but it's been a long ass time since I wrote anything besides headcanons or drabbles #also i hate dialogue because it's my weakness

[crimsonkaiser]

「 @universestreasures​​​​ | Ahmes / Aichi Sendou」 issued a challenge:      

Ahmes finds himself resting his head in Toshiki’s lap, ruby hues closed as he simply enjoys the company of his closest companion as they relax in the silence of a rare peaceful and quiet evening.

(Club Ahmes Toshiki lap pillows for you to help with the angst you’re feeling from watching LJ)

Scarred over fingers find themselves smoothing down the hair on the prince’s head, the only sound being that of the ambience of nature itself and that of the gentle breathing of both himself and the now relaxed Ahmes before him.

--It was quiet.

And for that Toshiki was quite thankful.

No Percival; for the knight was at a briefing. No Junos; for the scout was out and about somewhere else hopefully. No Ashlei; for she was guarding the chamber doors, safeguarding this small moment of respite for the two.

Just he, and Ahmes.

For the first time in a long while Toshiki feels as though he can take in a full breath once again, even despite his current hindrances. His other hand travels up to explore the part of his own throat where the decorative collar rested. They like to pretend as though it didn’t exist when they were like this. But... the weight of it made it difficult to ignore. It was like a phantom pressure, a ghostly hand wrapped around his neck, a constant reminder that it could end him should he give the opportunity. It truly was a shame they could not remove this one so easily.

But the velvet smooth locks of the prince grounded him back to reality as they fell through his fingers, a single strand at a time, the sensation was rather distant due to the damage sustained but he realizes now that it wasn’t completely gone since recovering enough to remove the bandages. Thanks to Ahmes and Ashlei’s constant care he hadn’t yet lost the sense of touch in his hands entirely. It was nowhere near what it once was, but he could at least once again tell he was touching something, knowing it was the prince was but another comfort he found appreciating more and more these days. A small smile briefly graced his features as he looks down at the content face of the young lord laying in his lap. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.

❝ ...... ❞

Part of him wished to comment on the situation. To express how nice this had been, to let Ahmes know he’d treasure such a moment forever. But no words escaped the human’s now slightly parted lips.

He didn’t need words though. He never did when he was with Ahmes. They’ve long since learned how to read each other without them, considering their shared circumstance. A single spoken word was all it took to justify an example being made of them, after all. So the pair had grown careful with how they spoke due in part of that. But because of it they’ve also developed a language of all their own; one shared through small touches and short glances. Over the years they must have exchanged enough of both to have conveyed thousands of words and emotions to one another, all of which they’d never be able to bring to life. Destined to never reach the ears of the other. Not in this life, at least.

Instead he leans forward, resting his forehead against the prince who occupied his space, burying himself in the sea of blue to escape even further from everything around them. Everything about Ahmes-- his presence, his scent, his voice. They all brought about an incredible sense of peace to the turmoil that boiled in the depths of Toshiki’s damaged heart.

His past, his punishments; none of them could hurt him here. And while that could very well change at a moment’s notice, the fear of such a thing was far from his mind at this very moment.

--...it was quiet.

Oh, how he wished the silence would last forever. But it rarely ever did. -

#.//llllapppillows....my weakness... #PICTURE IT「ic」 #QUERY「asks」 #VERSE.// THE PURGATORIAL FLAMES #universestreasures #THE LIGHT OF COURAGE「universestreasures | Aichi Sendou」 #.//lookit that fancy icon edit boy that came out so good THANKSU AGAIN FOR THEM <3 #.//tonight might just be a drabble sort of night lolol #.//i have so many stacked up in my memos #tw long post

[sttoru]

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄

⟣ sypnosis. everyone has their own fetishes and things they get turned on by; some things being very random or specific—naturally, your lover has his own. what are random / mundane things you do that he gets turned on by?

⟣ note. uhh kinda a thought i had back in the days of my old account + from this post & now i just wrote it out . . . hope you all enjoy. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

⟣ tags. dom!gojo, geto, toji x female reader (separately). headcanons + drabbles. smut. (over)sexualisation. gojo: m! masturbation, implied blow job, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘baby, princess’, teasing | geto: teasing / edging, dirty talk, breast play, dry humping, implied breeding, degradation if you squint, reader gets referred to as ‘wife(y)’ | toji: brat taming, pussy spanking, cunnilingus, teasing, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘doll, slut,’

GOJO SATORU.

definitely the classical ‘sucking on a lollipop’. satoru himself doesn’t even know why he gets so turned on by the sight of the candy disappearing between your plump lips—it’s not that he likes it when just anybody’s enjoying a lollipop either—only when you do it, it’s a complete turn-on. it’s ridiculous that you have that much power over him honestly.

since satoru’s been dating you, he’s discovered so many things about his body that he never even knew of; new feelings, new emotions, new. . kinks and fetishes. there’s just something about you eating a lollipop (or actually any kind of food that you need to suck on) and he’s already having a difficult time hiding his hard-on. he swears that he’s never found that innocent thing ‘hot’ before;

will try to play it off—try to ignore it, but naturally, fails at this. you can easily see the changes in his expression and actions.

satoru shifts in his seat on the couch, eyes trembling as they didn’t know where to focus; the show playing on the tv or you, who’s next to him, suckling on a lollipop like it was the best meal you’ve eaten.

“is it good, princess?” satoru asks in hopes of distracting his perverted mind from going any further. you turn your head towards him and nod, taking the candy out of your mouth with a faint ‘pop’ sound, “mhm. very.”

it’s like you knew — the way your eyelashes flutter, your glistening lips parted into a sly smile, tongue sticking out to slowly lick the sweetness and circle around its surface to get every last drop of that strawberry taste. just like the way you would tease his tip—

satoru shakes his head as if it’d help erase the mental image of you on your knees between his legs; get yourself together. she’s just eating a lollipop. there’s nothing sexual to that.

but he can’t help it. his body reacts on its own as the blood flows to his crotch, his boxers restrain the growing bulge and his cheeks turn a pink hue. his breathing pattern turns irregular as well; all clear indications of his arousal.

you were too preoccupied with your little snack and the tv-show to notice any of it. the distraction was perfect for satoru—he could palm himself through his shorts and you wouldn’t notice a thing. so, that’s what he decided to do.

his big hand sneak under the waistband, long fingers reaching far enough to stimulate his throbbing cock through the fabric of his underwear. it wasn’t long before you start to notice what was happening down there. satoru was never good at hiding such things from you.

“shit—sorry, baby.” satoru flashes you a weak smile after seeing your eyes land near his groin area, “you’re just so fuckin’ hot. . i couldn’t wait.”

he tilts his head back, warm breath coming out in small gasps whilst his hand motions continue. satoru was shameless at this point. he didn’t care if you knew—all you had to do was sit there, look pretty, have a lollipop in your warm mouth and he’d be able to finish himself off with no problems.

“need some help?” you chuckle, biting down on the ball of candy in your mouth and throwing the empty stick away somewhere on the coffee table.

satoru lets a whimper escape his lips at your suggestion. he wouldn’t say no to that, but it truly felt like he’d cum right in his pants from the idea. he can’t wait to hear those wet, suckling noises again—this time due to you sucking and licking something else than a mere lollipop. something way bigger.

“mhm, fuck, yeah. need ya to suck me off so bad—might cum the moment i feel those lips wrapped ‘round my dick, though. ya mind if i do? just don’t forget to swallow like a good girl, ‘kay?”

GETO SUGURU

his ‘kink’ is simple: just you in an apron does unspeakable things to that man. suguru’s always knew that you’d be the one he marries, however every time you put on an apron to cook, the desire to make you his wife intensifies ten fold. you look absolutely adorable in it—standing near the kitchen counter whilst moving back and forth in your pink apron.

another thing about that which turns suguru on even more, is when he finds you in the kitchen after spending the night together, wearing only panties, his shirt and the apron. ‘easy access’, is what he likes to call it. his arms would find their place around your waist, clothed dick pressing and grinding against your ass from behind. next thing you know he’s pushing your panties to the side and fucking you good.

probably will dirty talk right into your ear whilst giving you that good, early sex session in the morning.

suguru sucks on your earlobe and digs his teeth in the soft flesh before pulling away, hands still feeling up your tits under the apron, hips deeply rubbing against the fat of your ass—just what you expected to happen once you put that apron on. his favourite one at that.

“look at you,” suguru purrs against your nape whilst leaving small pecks across the skin, “you’re going to be such a good wife and mother one day, sweetheart. and i want to be that lucky man that gets to call you his wife. .”

his words and touches were merely used as a way to divert your attention from your cooking. if suguru wanted to take you right then and there, he would. and he knew you’d allow it. you always do; you turn putty in his hands whenever he’s so loving like this in the early mornings.

“mngh, yes, please.. wan’ you so bad, suguru.” your voice is a quiet whisper as you bite back a moan or two. you couldn’t hold on any longer as the endless grinding made you crave for more. you push your ass back on the hard bulge you felt, gaining a grunt from the man behind you.

“impatient, hm? poor you.” suguru sighs before trailing two fingers downwards, pulling your panties aside while his other hand discards his boxers. he rubs the tip against your wet entrance, slipping the head in before pulling it back out to rub the mixture of fluids over your cunt—not yet giving you what you want, “you know, i was also thinking about how good you’d look in an apron while pregnant. with a little belly sticking out.”

the extended edging and dirty talk made your brain stop working as it turned all thoughts into lustful ones. all of them revolving around suguru and the pleasure you’re about to receive. you knew he was just giving you a small taste of what other nasty stuff he’s going to whisper in your ear later on. you can’t count how many times suguru’s made you cum from simply his lewd words and smooth voice.

“pl—” before you could start to beg again, suguru pushes his entire length in, the girth of his cock making you grip onto the counter like you’d fall over if you don’t. you bend over a bit and let your tummy rest against the cold surface.

“so submissive.” suguru whispers under his breath, watching you arch your back after he starts to pump into you. his hand trails across the knot made from the laces of the apron, which rests on your lower back. suguru twists the material around his index finger before firmly pulling you back by it—back flush against his chiseled chest, “so obedient. .”

it was only a matter of time before his slow thrusts turn into a quick and rough pounding. you could tell by the way his breathing was turning shallow.

“what do they associate those terms with nowadays? ah, yes, ‘wifey’ material. i feel like that describes you perfectly. fuck—i really can’t wait to make you my wife, put a baby in your tummy and start our own family. you’re going to look so beautiful pregnant. i’m sure of it.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

gets extremely turned on by you getting mad at him. toji found this out when you were upset by his habit of leaving laundry on the floor. he remembers how you stood there in front of him, blocking the tv from his sight, hand on your hip, finger pointing at his chest with that cute little frustrated expression plastered on your face. for some reason, it made his dick twitch in his pants. the urge to fuck that scowl right off that pretty face of yours was undeniable.

toji would be so calm whilst you’d almost lose your mind at his laid back, or actually, lazy demeanour. like he isn’t taking you seriously at all when you’re mad (he actually isn’t; his mind is too busy thinking about the positions he’s gonna have you in later that day).

idle ‘mhm’s’ and ‘yeah’s’ are all you’re going to get out of toji if he’s seeing you look at him with that adorable pout again—that almost unnoticeable pout you have when you’re upset about something.

“honestly, toji. you could’ve washed this yourself instead of waiting on me to finish the dishes and then put your dirty cup and plate in the sink.” you sigh and reluctantly wash his dirty utensils as well, even though you were in the midst of scolding him.

“it’s really annoying, you know? when i think i’m done doing the dishes. . . .” bla bla bla bla.

well, that was moments ago—you trying to talk some sense into toji. somehow it ended up the other way around; you being put on your back on the nearby table, legs on either side of toji’s head, his tongue lapping up your leaking fluids, his rough fingers digging in the fat of your thighs.

“really thought ya could jus’ talk to me like that without any consequences?” toji sighs, his deep breath hitting your cunt making your muscles tense up, your thighs trying to close around his head. a harsh slap lands right near your clit which causes your hips to jerk up in surprise;

“aht aht,” toji scoffs and disregards any contact with your dripping pussy, leaving it be for the time being, “keep your legs open f’me. all the way or ‘m leaving ya hanging right here.”

you cooperate immediately and spread your legs again whilst your fingers tug at toji’s black locks. his sharp eyes travel from your cunt to your face and he exhales through his nose, almost in a mocking, breathy chuckle;

“bet y’re gonna sulk ‘n pout if i get up and leave again, eh?” toji grins and is almost tempted to do just what he said, simply to see you pout and get mad at him once more. he wants to play that game of patience, but he knows he’ll come out victorious after every round. you’ll be the first one to beg him for forgiveness for your behaviour.

“please, baby— ‘m sorry. sorry.” there it was. you caved in, your frown nowhere to be seen as your face was overridden by desire and need for the man kneeling before you. toji was too good at letting you forget all about your previous sour mood—his tongue working its magic on you was enough to put you under a calming spell.

“mhm. that’s what i thought.” toji hums and smacks your cunt again. this time it was done purely for his own satisfaction; to hear how wet you’re for him, how good he’s been eating you out for the past couple minutes. but most importantly—to make sure you knew who held all power in the end.

toji leans his head down and lets the tip of his tongue glide across your vulva, circling right around your entrance to drive you insane. you could feel him smirk against your cunt in victory;

“ya know, i should make you angry more often just to turn you into a fuckin’ mess afterwards. mhmmm—wanna see that cute tough act ya put on fall apart the moment i put my dick in y’r cunt. gonna have you go from acting like a brat to a slut in under a minute, you jus’ wait and see, doll.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #toji smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru smut #getou suguru x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #geto x reader

[allfearstofallto]

Childe Announcing that He's Married - Drabble

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced marriage

He held up his left hand with a playful grin, even wiggling his fingers to draw more attention to the silver band around his ring finger.

Both the traveler and Paimon gawked at the jewelry with shocked expressions, like their eyes were gonna pop out of their heads at any moment.

“Paimon thought you were lying when you said you were married,” she squealed in her usual high pitched voice and the traveler merely nodded along in agreement.

Childe scoffed and dramatically feigned pain in his chest, “Who would lie about such a thing?”

The blonde and Paimon both looked at each other, then back at Childe who still had a glowing grin on his face. He lied about literally almost everything. Him lying about this was more believable than him actually marrying someone.

“Then how come we never see your wife?” Paimon asked, trying to drill him into making a mistake and having this whole fib fall apart.

“And take her into the dangers of my job? Never! She stays in Snezhnaya,”

Paimon thought for a moment, that did sound pretty believable, “Then where is she now? Still at home?”

Childe shook his head then turned and pointed to where you sat at a cafe. Wearing traditional Liyue hanfu, you sipped your tea in silence. Your expression was sad, a look of longing as you watched the dragon dancers and the people popping firecrackers, it was a celebration.

Two armed Fatui guards stood at your side, whether they were there to protect you or keep you from running was debatable, but their presence meant that no one approached you.

When you felt Childe looking over at you, you gave him a weak smile. It looked forced and fearful with the way your lips were shaking, but he still swooned regardless.

“I let her out for the lantern rite,”

#yandere genshin #genshin #genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you

[dilftaroooo]

Request: True form Sukuna claiming his offering in front of her village.

im gonna write this as a drabble :3

★tags/tw: uhh implied cannibalism + cervix fucking + sukuna is pretty misogynistic + fem!reader + discrimination against humans(?) idfk + true form!sukuna + loss of virginity

You delicately sit in the middle of the stage, introducing yourself to the slew of men and women scattered about like spilled salt on a kitchen table. Your legs are spread to present to them your blooming flower--still pink and untouched. It twitches under the many watchful eyes of diverse emotions--horror, confusion, lust, envy. They all poured down on you amid a lethal storm, droplets pounding your skin and soaking you thoroughly. You turn your head to avoid the plethora of wicked gazes. The feeling is overwhelming.

Behind you lies a demon. A great being, an entity that holds more power than anyone close or far. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are beady, and his stomach is hungry for the innocence of a fresh maiden. The people of your village brought you here. They made sure your scent was pleasant and that you were garbed in the cleanest of silk--your uchikake was adorned in floral patterns reminiscent of the trees that bloomed near your home.

They knew you'd be deemed a perfect offering for Sukuna-sama, the King of Curses--you're a sweet girl with a pure body, your breasts are full and your thighs are plump. They were sure if their King ever grew bored of you, he could easily dispose of your youthful frame by savoring your flesh and keeping your skull as a precious souvenir. Innocents always taste sweeter than most.

Though your legs were spread, they weren't spread enough for Sukuna as he already gripped your thighs with a strict pressure you weren't unfamiliar with. The squelch that leaves your pussy parts as he further widens your limbs was a sound everyone managed to capture. You're wet and slimy and maybe somewhat aroused. Your King is an attractive beast with a chiseled chin and a beguiling grin. Intricate, onyx lines surface the apex of his taut muscles and the sight makes you clench around thin air. You ponder on what he'd look like if he were a mere human such as yourself.

"All of you!" He starts, his voice booms through the premises and you're surprised by how powerful the echo is despite not being in an enclosed space. As expected, everyone gears their eyes toward the four-armed monster in preparation for his next words. "I want you mortal freaks to watch me fuck this girl you were so kind to offer me. If it hadn't been for this young duckling I would've already slaughtered this putrid village and watched my militia of curses swallow you whole."

He's quick for his size as he brings you onto his hefty lap, and from there you already feel one of his cocks coat itself against your wet slit. He's huge and lingering at the back of your mind, you wonder if you would die at first thrust. His tip is an angry red, livid from the languid teasing performed by its heaving owner from rubbing it across the length of your weeping cunt. It isn't long before his playful ministrations are seduced into slamming inside you.

You weren't even spared a moment of reconsideration for your hymen was already snapped into two, disintegrating upon impact. It would have been a shame to experience your deflowering with a prominent tummy bulge if it wasn't for how much your mind and soul revere the beast overlapping your weak presence.

You were his and he was his own as he violently hammered himself down to the hilt. You bathed him in the blood of a former virgin while he hits that bruised cervix within you. Your back is against that sculpted chest you worship dearly and his sweat rubs off on you is strong with his pheromones.

"Sukuna-sama," You mewl because he's so deep in your pussy that you can't fight back the urge to call out his name. He responds with a finger to your clit and a hand on your breast, making it his duty to circle a thick finger around your nipple.

"I don't remember granting you permission to speak now, did I?" His tone is dark enough to make you believe you've done something utterly wrong but your apology comes out in a series of wanton moans. He chuckles at how the pathetic always act so miserably.

"But since you're clasping around me so tightly," Burgundy red orbs glare at the side of your left cheek, previously moistened with tears of pain and gratitude. "I'll let your sheer idiocracy go. I don't think any of the past wenches you humans throw at me grip my dick this hard. I assume they were used up til they were nothing but a gaping hole." Then he frowns.

"They must think poorly of me."

Sukuna cherishes the screams rushing out of your throat as you take him inch by overbearing inch, stretching you out to accommodate his length and girth. You're nothing but his plaything.

You practically forget the crowd casted in front of you once you hear subdued chattering coming from multiple voices, all laced with different tones with different perceptions. You feel like a common whore.

Throughout, Sukuna never kissed you. He believes he should not taste the lips of a revolting human for it'll taint his palate. He just fucks into you as you bounce like some ragdoll abandoned by a little girl. But if life has fated you with the opportunity to become Sukuna's, your King's, toy, then may you not change the inevitable.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna x reader #tw:cannibalism

[astralnymphh]

why is it always about ellie pleasuring us and never about us pleasuring her??? like I wanna edge then and then overstimulate her till she cries 👉👈

right?? like.. ugh especially with a vibrator !! mdni. mama petname used. sub!ellie. bratty behaviour. blah kind of a lazier drabble focused more on dialogue im just practicing for pccb (pretty cunt central, baby: a fic) 1.5k+ wc.

⤹ edging ellie with a vibrator ⋆ . ☣

Hung like a vignette upon her lain body, Ellie was vulnerable. Accelerated in the pump of her blood. Cold of her sweat, beading clammy condensation on her cheeks, a single bang strews itself across that muggy biome of skin— somehow looking darker as it soaks up her wet frustration. The bedspread, however, drank up a lethal amount of her crying sweat. A dull radiograph beneath her, turning lilac hue of her blanket—mauve, marking her body with a vignette of her own.

Ellie on her back, thighs broadened on each side of you, and you fully kneeling with cold toes wedged into the chub of your ass, is your position. Skimpy end of her pubic bush tickled your belly button whenever she scoots closer, eagerly trying to rub her greedy pussy on you— fuck, you cherish those little antsy movements.

"Fuckin'— unhhh— nuhnonono babe, baby.. fuck, c'mon!" her words drove on a groan, snapping into an upset whine when a certain toy was drifted from her beaming cherry clit.

Fun. Fun is what you gain from this, and it fed you with hormones to perceive it in that light. Your thumb planes plumb on a flat button, the surrounding indentation kissing your print as you let it sit softly, no vibrations to numb it.

Ellie chases your detach with her hips bucking and legs arisen, sticking out her cunt for that damn toys' bulbous head, "Mama— please, fuck.." the whine leavens, straining in her clench of stress.

She is so fucking handsome, cute— alurring with that glassy daisy nose. Buttony and speckled like a daisys lemony pistil, but glossy as a pearl washed upon a rocky cove, orb of luster on the tip to prove it. Fairest terra of her skin, has gone scarlet against the pale sand of her cupids bow, which she rolls inward to her bottom lip in even more neglect of her edging. Too fucking cute.

"Yeah, you fucking like that?" you flipped the toy on and jabbed it into her clit, provoking her hips to jerk in regret and her legs to clamp in on you— to which you dug your free hand into the plush hind of her thigh, stretching the web of your thumb and pointer, and craning that shit 'till her knee nearly kissed the mattress. Sprawled like a bitch in heat.

"Fuck fuck fuck! N— ohhh my guuh, haah—" Els bolted her eyelids to a creasing shut, scrunching up to her nose as you sunk that vibrator head in vertical drags, watching her pretty pussy lips swallow the ridge of it, "uhhhnn t'can't, cuuhh— uh!" blabbered she.

Your blabbering mess. Jolting up her pussy for you, the bulge of its aroused state really catching your eyes.

"Can't what, baby?" you coo belittleingly.

A nubby mass pushes your nude hips into her butt, thereafter you realize her heel was nudging you close, because she longs for your closeness, to be near when she cums.

Strias of breath warble from her throat, panting in dainty breaks, "Huhh— ha, uhh babe, m'wanna cum for you, cum with my pussy all over y—you, y—yeah.." her tune turns squeaky, enticing you with that weak coo, only to grow pouty and sassy, "stop be— uhhn, being a dick.."

A brow arches in amusement, "What was that?" you curl in feigned curiosity, lifting the whirring bulb with a webbing of her slick gluing from the verge of her hole to the plastic tip.

"Fuck—" a dramatic pulling of pants rise again, chest aswell, vocal chords calming, "you're just getting me back for teasing you, hmm?"

"Yes.." you spur from lying, sounding proud.

Rose buds of her lips curl in as she chugs air, gazing so doey—eyed at you through lashes sodden in faint tears. Those fucking brows curved in at the base of her nose, making her look so— dizzied, like she was about to pass.

She hikes up onto her elbows, pressing her hot buttcheeks harsh into your thighs until they splat. Ellie just knew, by the twist of your words and the crescent carving below your nose, you enjoy this. "God, you.." a sigh leaves her, cheeks inflating, "you fucking like this."

You frill, "Mhm."

"Fuck you."

Faking offense, you dusk your lids to a slit, glaring, "Scuse me?" stern with a smile, you winch a hand behind you— wrapping around another toys girth, "wanna talk t'me like that?" you press the vibrator back to her clit, swerving your other hand 'round and dipping the spade of a purple dildo into her hole— fast, stretching her lips open and bottoming 'till the small silicone balls squished her perineum.

"Shit!" yelped she, sudden lunge of her large mitt now grappling the hand on her thigh and burrowing bowed nail marks deep in your wrist, second hand clawing the cotton sleeve of her pillow.

You smack the balls hard on her wet skin, draining every bit of precum from her filthy gaping pussy— which landslides in between her ass. Drawing strings and strings from her cervix, the squelch arouses your ears, flushing them in heat.

"Yeah?" you silken a muse at her choked and elongated moans, dazzling the front of your knuckles in slick with your speed, "slutty fucking pussy, lookit' her— clenching that cock in."

It hadn't even washed over you that she was already cumming, bubbly sounds of her piped squirt swelling into your ears— thenn the little spurts come and the pooling of white cream licking up the pumping veins spatters your belly, riling you the fuck up. You didn't let up, nuh—uh, not when her raised brows, banshee—wailing mouth and ghastly eyes made you feel hot inside your own cunt, striving for overstimulation.

"Ohhh my god— huhhnn.." Ellie groaned, tatted arm flexing it's veins and yielding pigment from her fingertips.

You slipped the dick out like butter— her labia kissing closed, and slap it down on her swollen folds, noise coiling, getting her to jerk and push out more slicky finish, "There you go— good girl, cummin' for mama?" you steady the vibrator, letting it torture her convulsing clit for an.. untold range of time, whatever floats your boat.

"Uh'huh.."

Nimble as ever, you glissade the dick up her torso, crushing her slobber webbed lips with the pussy—reeked tip, "Mhm, that's right, open up babe.." asking of her with a satiny softness taking over that cold voice.

Spit drools down her chin as she caves her gob over, pupils colliding as she crosses her eyes in, "Ghh— uhhhahnn.."

"Don't talk.." you enlist a ruder tug on her clit with the vibe, forcing all that sweet syrupy cum down that throat of hers in droplets off the dick, "suck that fucking cock.."

Obeying, she rumples the plump coral skin around the thickness and drags them over the texture, pulling them out slightly. Cream white began to build at her pie—hole, cherry pie lips, a la her scarfing gags spitting everything that wanted to travel down. Little 'guh, guh, guhhs' bounced off her larynx, a fucking angel soprano to your ears.

However, she just couldn't stop thrashing. Past her point of please, were her non—verbal pleads of relief. Relief from that whirring device, rolling her butt deeper into the mattress now opposing the chase.

Ellie's quivering right arm fleets up and grabs your wrist, shanking the hell—sworn cock out of her mouth with spit connecting, messy girl, "Nonono, fhck— too much t'much 'tmuhh— ahh~" she gabbles, locking her butt up and humping up into the air void of intention.

Too much.

Too much..

Not enough.

"You know this baby," a bastion of even more pride instills your craving cunt, winding your knees smushed into the bed and crawling over her, body casting dark in your vignette, chastising "Ellie doesn't get a break 'till I cum too, 'kay?" you whisk the toy away, just for a second.

The bitter burn of tears piggyback over her bottom lids, squeezed out like orange juice and glossing like her wet and mucky slit did, both squinting at your actions. A snotty sniffle flows into her woozed words, "C—can I at least tou—uhh, touch you.. babe?" red puffy eyes gazing into yours with such want, skipping momentarily to search for any expressive sign of a reply.

"Sure baby, sit up— but don't close those fucking legs." you accept her ask, watching that ruffly—haired girl scoot up with such excitement.

Ellie sits vanward still, slouching with widely spread legs and a timid hand reaching for your cunt, the contrary paw dropping and fondling the cushion of your butt cause she just couldn't help the urge, tucking her head in the warm hearth of your neck— latching a bite so she may distract herself from what you're about to do.

You take her hand and invite it in, feeling her fingertips divide and tease your folds and her teeth nipping tiny spots of flesh into her dried chuckling mouth like a goat grazing, giving you the green light to creep the toy on her bloated bud, once more.

"I fucking love playing with you."

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #sub!ellie #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble

[daydreaming-nerd]

OMG I need pregnant reader x bat boys

That first one was so good thank you for that!! 🩷🩷

Pregnant Reader x Bat Boys (drabble)

This is part 2 to You Want A Baby?

AN: Ahh this was so highly requested I'm sorry it took so long. Also i've never really done a drabble and this is defiantly too long but I wanted to feed y'all as best I could.

Warnings: Pregnancy (duh), child birth, talks of sex?, not proof read (sry after writing Young Love Old Money 5 last night my hands hurt)

Of course your mates got you pregnant on the first try. They were the three most powerful males in the Night Court.

The day you found out was like any other, you were quietly reading while Cassian and Azriel were in Windhaven and Rhys was busy doing paperwork.

The sickness had been building all day and at finally come to it's precipice.

After about an hour of throwing up you went to see Madja who confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

You wanted to run home and tell Rhys right away but it didn't seem fair to your other two mates

So you warded yourself to keep your scent hidden and waited till Azriel and Cassian got home.

You sat on the edge of the bed the waiting for the boys to come to bed, clad in nothing but my black silk nightgown (this one was a present from Rhys)

The boys stalked in and the picture of me sitting innocently on our shared bed had them taking their shirts off.

It wasn't uncommon for you all to release built up tension after a long hard day, especially when the boys had to deal with Devlon.

"Wait there's something I wanna show you first," you smile standing up.

"Something you want to show us?" Rhys laughed knowing that when it came to the bedroom it was often the other way around.

You couldn't keep from smirking as you let the ward around me drop, my scent filling the room.

They inhaled long and slow before their eyes snapped open.

"You're?" Azriel asked.

"Pregnant," you smile watching as a million emotions float across their faces.

A beat of silence passes and then...

"WOOO HOOO!" Cassian roared. "We did it brothers!" he boasted clapping each of them on the back.

All of them came over to me to give me sniff, as if your new scent was addicting. You had to crane your neck up to meet all their happy faces.

"How far along are you?" Rhys asked caressing my face.

"Not very, only 6 weeks," you. smile feeling their warm hands roam my body.

"Well you certainly smell good," Azriel smiles burying his nose in my hair.

"Really?" you ask.

"YES," they all said in unison.

Cassian's hands find the hem of the night gown and start to lift it up peering underneath curiously.

"Cassain if you even think about putting your dick anywhere near her right now I will fucking kill you," Rhys growls.

"I'm not I'm trying to see if she's showing yet," Cassian said, eyes squinting.

"Cass it's too early for her to be showing," Azriel laughed at his brothers antics.

"Well she defiantly is, take a look." Cassian smiled pulling me flush to him and lifting my nightgown more so his brothers could see.

Rhys and Azriel squinted their eyes, clearly trying to see what wasn't there as Cass slid a hand over my belly.

"Cassian darling I think that's just my dinner," you laugh.

"speaking of dinner did you eat enough?" Rhys asked.

and so it began.

Ever since the boys had found out all chaos had erupted.

At first they wanted you to stay in the townhouse at all times. Literally locking you up and throwing away the key

That idea took you a long time to talk them out of but eventually you did.

Then came Rhys arguing that you needed at least 5 wards. Which Cassian and Azriel objected to as they wanted full access to you AND the baby.

Evetually you all settled on one ward. Strong enough to keep threats at bay, but weak enough so Cass and Az could touch you and your bump whenever they liked.

Speaking of bump, Cassian was determined to do a bump update everyday.

The man was DYING to see you with a bump.

"You think the baby will have wings?" you asked innocently while we all laid in bed.

Every night it was a fight for who got to sleep next to you as you unfortunately had an odd number of mates.

"Of course it'll have wings, look at it's fathers," Azriel smirked rubbing a hand over your belly.

"I don't know I wasn't in my Illyrian form when it was conceived," Rhysand states, his words reverberation through me from where my head was perched on his chest.

"Pfft please, I already told you it's mine," Cassian boasted from behind Rhys, clearly being an instigator since he wasn't getting to sleep next to me tonight.

"Cassian," Azriel warns.

"I know , I know. We don't care who got her knocked up just so long as she IS knocked up," Cassian smirks.

"Okay but what if the baby doesn't have wings?" I ask once more.

"Then we'll fuck another one into you until you have one that does," Rhys smiled pressing a kiss to my brow

"Oh we're putting another one in her either way. I want a whole litter of children." Cassian divuldged.

"You want that princess?" Azriel asked rubbing lazy circles over my barley there bump.

"Yeah I think I do." I smile.

The boys were territorial when you were barley showing, but the second the numerous dresses Rhys bought you couldn't cover the bump that's when things got scary.

The shadows. The fucking shadows

They were fucking everywhere.

Azriel had been freaking out ever since your guys walk the other day.

You had been taking in the fresh air of spring when a unknowing passerby slammed into you nearly knocking you over.

"WATCH IT!" Azriel screamed in his face his grip on the mans shirt like a vice.

The poor shopkeeper just about wet himself before running off.

"Now was that really necessary?" you asked, crumbs falling out of your mouth from the 3rd chocolate croissant you had eaten that day.

"He nearly knocked down my pregnant mate, he's lucky I let him off with a warning," Azriel murmured clearly still pissed.

"You Illyrian babies," I roll my eyes finsishing off the croissant.

Azriel just sighed and dug his hand into the paper sack to pull out my 4th pastry.

Ever since then his shadows seemed to follow you everywhere.

If you dropped something? The shadows would pick it up.

If you had troubles walking? there was always a dark mass helping you to the bathroom for the 10th time that day.

Every time the baby kicked? The shadows swirled around you to make sure you were okay.

And boy did that baby kick...

Cassian was the first to feel it.

It was a rainy night at home, Cassian was sleeping next to your belly whispering sweet nothings to it when it happened. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and you nearly did too from the pain.

"Ahh!" you hissed in pain.

"Darling what is it? Are you hurt?" Rhys fussed, leaving his desk to be there in an instant.

"What did you do?" Azriel growled at Cassian who was still staring wide eyed at your bump.

"I'm fine he didn't do anything. The baby is just kicking." I grit out feeling another thump.

I blindly reach out and grab one of my mates hands and press it to my stomach.

I watched as the scarred hand flinched at the kick.

"Oh my god I can feel it," Azriel beamed, his eyes glassing over.

"Move I want to feel," Rhys ordered

Azriel was too hypotized to care.

"I am your High Lord, move" Rhys ordered once more and I swear the room shook.

"I'm getting kinda tired of that phrase too aren't you Cass?" Azriel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah she's our mate too," cassian grumbled.

They spent the night taking turns getting to feel the baby which became a nightly occurrence.

Out of all your mates Rhys was the most doting. He had an entire wing built onto the townhouse for the baby.

He even used his magic to enchant the ceiling of the nursery to look like the night sky so it would be starfall in there every night.

Rhys didn't like to admit it, but he loved baby shopping with you.

"Oh Rhys look at this one can we get it?" you smile holding up a little onesie.

"Yes darling of course," he chuckled in amusement, he had probably heard that phrase a million times.

Your eyes scanned the shop of onesies and cribs, you already nearly everything in the store. But the shop owner always made sure to let you know when there was a new shipment as she knew Rhys would buy his pregnant mate just about anything she asked for.

"Oh my god Rhys please the baby is going to need this," I shout holding up the bat plushy. "Please, please, please, pleaseeeee"

Rhys laughs walking over to me to take my hands in his.

"Darling how many times do I have to tell you? You can have whatever you want." he smiles placing a hand on my bump and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Fae labor was no joke, there wasn't a single aspect that didn't hurt like hell.

Rhys didn't send Cassian or Azriel away on any missions in the weeks leading up to your due date so they could be there.

Your water broke when you were standing in the kitchen reaching for a glass on the top shelf.

The scream you let out is enough to have Cassian running in from the other room.

"What is it princess? Are you okay?" He asked kneeling down to where I sat on the floor.

"The baby is coming," I winced through the pain, taking Cassian's hand in mine and squeezing with all my might.

That was the good thing about having big, strong Illyrian's as mates. They were fucking durable.

"oh shit," Cassain murmered his eyes searching for some kind of answer of what to do. "RHYS! AZRIEL! THE BABY IS COMING!"

My other two mates winnowed there are lighting speed from where ever they were in the house.

It wasn't long until Rhys had me in his arms winnowing us all to Madja.

"Help her please," he pleaded, my cries of pain clearly affecting him.

Madja had Rhys bring me into the birthing suite and lay me down. I could see the worry on all my mates eyes as they watched me write in pain, sweat grazing my brow.

"How can we help?" Azriel pleaded.

"You can't, you must leave us to work," she said referring to the other healers already pressing cold towels to my face.

"Over my dead body do I leave her side right now," Cassian grumbled.

"Do you want her to die? You'll only be in the way general. Use your head." she argued ushering them out and locking the doors.

The hours in between the closing of the doors and finally giving birth were brutal, not only for yo but for your mates.

They sat outside the door and listened to your screams the entire time.

Azriel nearly ripped his hair out from the sounds of them.

They nearly jumped to their feet at the sound of a baby crying from inside.

But then they heard you a screaming again.

Any happiness died out.

After a few minutes they heard the baby crying again and your screams stopped.

15 minutes later Madja came out holding not one but two small bundles in her arms.

"congratulations, you are the proud fathers of two healthy baby boys," she beamed.

Twins

Rhys and Cassian took the twin boys in their arms, as Azriel was too scared to touch them at first.

"They have wings," Cassian beamed running his hand over the tiny wings.

"Is she?" Rhys asked Madja.

"The mother is perfectly healthy. She needs to nurse the babies, but she insisted that I bring them to you first." Madja smiled.

"can we see her?" Azriel asked.

"Of course you can," Madja said.

The boys carried the twin babies in to see you once more.

You reached out your hands for the one in Rhys arms, the oldest, by a few minutes. He gave him to you and thankfully he latched right away.

"You did so well mate," Azriel said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"How did you boys manage to put twins in me on the first try?" You rasped out, voice still horse.

"If you recall it was no small feat," Cassain smiled.

After feeding them both you slept soundly.

While Cassain and Rhys might've been the first to hold your sons, Azriel was the first one to fall asleep with them. One in each arm.

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[adelheidvonschicksal]

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Just found out Zayne has a sensitive back….ideas are going wild…maybe a little Drabble of reader messing with Zayne back (kissing it, dragging their finger down his back…, etc)

Synopsis: You discover Zayne’s biggest weakness and have some demands. Or, the one where Zayne doesn't like having his back touched...unless it's you.

⋆｡°✩ Fluff, kissing, gender neutral reader

Zayne shudders when the slip of a fingernail traces the center of his spine from top to bottom, all the way to his lower back. Nearly dropping the paperwork in his hands, he reflexively holds a palm to his lower back to angrily stroke at the tingling sensation left behind.

“So, the rumors are true,” someone whispers. “You don’t like having your back touched.”

Zayne turns his head from the paperwork in his hand to find you standing behind him, with nothing but smiles and giggles. He didn’t even hear you come into his office this time; his back turned to the door as he stood in front of his desk. You use the position to your advantage to box him in as you playfully poke and tickle at the small of his back again.

Zayne tenses before swatting your hand away. “Yes. Now, that's enough.”

“Someone’s ticklish,” you sing out. Zayne is prepared for you to try to attack him again; but this time when you make contact, it’s with your hands spread over the width of his lower back.

Slowly, you climb your hands up his back to rest on his shoulder. It’s a gentle enough gesture that he doesn’t stop you immediately, choosing to let your actions play out for now. “This just in: it seems I have discovered Dr. Zayne’s greatest weakness.

“I suspect I won’t get a moment’s peace now that you acquired that knowledge.”

“You are correct, sir,” you tease. Then, there’s the softest sensation of your lips between his shoulder blades, kissing softly, as you tiptoe a set of fingers back down. You poke at his back as if holding him hostage. “Now that I have you at my mercy. I think I’ll make the orders around here, doctor.”

“What are your demands?”

“First! You’re going to leave work at a reasonable time, now would be good, and let me take you out to dinner,” you request firmly.

Zayne holds in a small smile, choosing to only shake his head at your antics as you continue.

“After dinner, I’ll have you get candied chestnuts with me.”

Your hands smooth out at his lower back again. Gently, you rotate your thumbs into the divot and layer kiss after kiss at the nape of his neck. This time the shudder he holds in is from the peace wrapping around him, forming a pleasant warmth in the center of his chest when your cheek finally presses against his back.

“Last but not least, my most dastardly of demands, you’re going to go home and get a full eight hours of sleep for once,” you mumble into his clothes.

“Is that all?” he replies, quickly finishing restacking his papers.

“Let me see..." You hum, gently circling a random spot with your fingertip. You never get to make another demand though as he quickly turns and grabs your hand.

Zayne presses you against the side of the desk, reversing your positions and causing you to lightly squeak as he corners you.

“I think there's one more thing between dinner and sleep,” he informs you, but you’re already too lost looking at the longing in his gaze to pay attention. You don’t regain focus until his hands move to lay flat on the desk and trap you between his arms. “You forget. I know a weakness of yours as well.”

Slowly, Zayne leans in closer. His breath is on your neck, teasing the fact that he’s so close to kissing you. It makes you shy and exhilarated at once: the idea that he might actually dare to kiss you in his office…

The idea you could get caught.

Just when you think he might actually do it, he pulls away, leaving you with eyes half-lidded and neck slightly tilted in preparation to receive him. Dumbfounded, you scrunch your face at him as he smirks at you. It may have been a little mean, but he can’t help it when you look this cute worked up. 

“You don’t play fair,” you whine.

“Life is repeatedly unfair I’m afraid,” he responds, lets you up from the desk, and goes to pull his jacket from the chair. “Now, I’d like it if you take me out to this amazing dinner you promised.”

Zayne doesn’t miss the way you pout at him before following him to the door. He holds it open and allows you to pass, but gives in to the sudden beat in his chest that tells him to reach out and hold your arm. You look at him with widened eyes, and it only takes one quick moment to connect the two of you with a kiss.

When he stops, your face is dazed and dizzy, as if you’re unsure why he did it.

“You don’t have to threaten me to get what you want,” he reminds you, wondering if you haven’t figured out just how easily he would offer everything he has to you, if only for you to keep being the person you are. “You're more than enough.”

#zayne fluff #zayne x reader #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader #lds x reader #zayne #lnd x reader #this request gave me such fluff brainrot

[pupkashi]

f1 racer!satoru 💭🏎️

a/n: hi friends ! i have had this au rattling in my head like a damn maraca for SO LONG im so glad i finally got around to putting it out for yall :3 this might be for a very niche group of people but i hope the five of you who enjoy f1 will appreciate this 🙏 let me know what yall think if you’d like him to make a reappearance in drabbles or one shots !! <3

masterlist

f1 racer!satoru who is mercedes golden boy, replacing lewis hamilton after his move to ferrari, going toe to toe with the likes of red bull and Ferrari racers

f1 racer!satoru who is loved across the grid and in the general public, think Italian men with charles leclerc, he’s the people’s princess, truly

f1 racer!satoru who dominates his rookie year, leaving everyone stunned at how truly talented and amazing he is

f1 racer!satoru who has the most followers on social media from everyone on the grid, everyone fawning over him constantly

f1 racer!satoru who loves the attention, but all of it seems so meaningless the second he meets you, falling hard and fast from the couple conversations you had, giving you free tickets for the race in an attempt to get more time with you

f1 racer!satoru who shows up and shows out the Grand Prix that weekend, eyes searching the crowd as tries his best to focus on his post race interviews

f1 racer!satoru finds you in the crowd as he steps onto the podium, smile widening and dimples popping out, he’s laughing as his podium mates douse him in champagne, all of them taking a swig from the comically large champagne bottle

f1 racer!satoru who says his to you with champagne dripping down his face and off his snowy hair, asking what the odds were of you letting him take you out on a date where he’s not working

f1 racer!satoru who is impossible to not fall for, with his witty replies and pretty blue eyes, he has you weak in the knees and on FaceTime every night

f1 racer!satoru who takes you carting, letting you win and treating you to dinner afterwards, buzzing with nervousness as he asks you to be his

f1 racer!satoru who is elated to have you as his partner, having you fly out with him whenever you could to his races, explaining everything about formula 1 to you beforehand, chest warming when he realizes how focused you look on his every word

f1 racer!satoru who develops a pre-race ritual with you, having you hype him up and giving him a good luck kiss before the two of you walk out of his driver room and into the garage, he’s zipping up his driver suit and asking you to help adjust his balaclava, smiling when you kiss his nose and wish him luck

f1 racer!satoru who seems to become even better after he started dating you, managing to podium every race and putting up a fight against a dominating red bull team; in every interview he says it’s not only the car but his amazing lover who helps him push every lap

f1 racer!satoru who has a picture of you in his helmet as his lockscreen, and you have one of him in his fireproofs as yours

f1 racer!satoru who gets dubbed ‘the grids angel boy’ after you commented on his post fresh off his Japan Grand Prix win ‘congratulations my angel boy’

the entire grid loves you, announcers and commentators always excited when you show up to a race, cameras showing you in the Mercedes garage ‘and we have y/n in the garage today!’ you smile brightly at the camera, ‘i guess we know who’s gonna get pole position for qualifying tonight’

f1 racer!satoru who drives you around in his fancy Mercedes, sports and classic cars, exploring every city with you, treating you to expensive food and presents, walking hand in hand with you down the streets of Monaco, taking pictures of you at the beach in Miami and sending flowers when you can’t make it to his races

f1 racer!satoru who is absolutely smitten over you, adding your initial to his helmet hidden among the design, showing it to you with sparkling blue eyes as your heart flutters

f1 racer!satoru who runs to you after every race, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you on the lips before celebrating with his team

#i have many thoughts #f1 racer!gojo #f1 au #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru au #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satiru gojo au #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen au #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo satoru headcanons #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo

[obsessivevoidkitten]

(Hope you guys like this little drabble) Male Plague Doctor Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon/Dubcon, drugging, mentions of disease and treatment, kidnapping, tricked reader, general yandere behavior)

The kingdom was suffering a massive outbreak of fever, and not a normal one either. It was significantly more virulent and deadly than most others.

As in most times of disease healers had been dispatched to research, treat, and contain the illness.

A plague doctor passed through your humble village, which had remained pretty much unscathed, but had to be inspected for early signs of pestilence BEFORE it became a problem.

Over the course of a couple days the entire village had been looked at and given a clear bill of health. You were the last person to be seen.

You felt fine and you were sure you would be given a clean bill of health.

Oh how wrong you had been.

You shivered under the gaze of the masked man, Dr. Cheverell.

With just one look he knew he needed to have you, healthy or not.

“My GOD, I am afraid you are showing symptoms of a very deadly disease. There’s nothing for it, you will have to come with me to my lab immediately!”

You thought there must be a mistake, but you had no choice, he had nearly absolute authority in such matters.

The doctor had you lay in the back of his carriage and encouraged you to rest if you were able.

“You need to conserve your strength.”

Over the course of the next few weeks you grew weaker and your mind was often foggy. Maybe he was right, he was an expert after all.

He had administered drugs through your food so you would think yourself ill.

Once you were cooperative with your treatment you found yourself drugged more often than not.

He HAD to treat you. Had to listen to your relaxed breaths as the ether claimed your consciousness.

There were other treatments too, ones you could only remember hazily.

You could remember in those moments how he had to probe you. You were too weak to fight him. But you mildly protested as best you could.

“Don’t you want to feel better sweetheart?”

Then you’d acquiesce to Cheverell’s expertise.

It was all so hard to put together. Fragments of memory. Something long and warm slipped inside you, it moved back and forth rhythmically until some sort of fluid was pumped into you.

Surely some type of new treatment.

You were always so shaky, Cheverell often had to bathe and even sometimes feed you. You were glad he was so kind and didn’t see someone in your condition as a burden.

#yandere x reader #yandere doctor #yandere plague doctor #male yandere x reader #male yandere x gn reader #my ocs #My OC Cheverell #yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines

[heartdiluc]

❤︎₊ ⊹ STRESS RELIEVER !!

synopsis. office sex drabbles w genshin men <3

featuring. wriothelsey, kaeya, alhaitham

WARNINGS. explicit nsfw, sub fem reader, semi-public sex (no getting caught), praise, handcuffs (wrio), kinda ooc, spanking (alhaitham)

[⚠️] read dni info and warnings

WRIOTHESLEY

you were only here to drop off lunch for him. that was it!! but of course wriothesley couldn’t just let you go and insists that you stay and he’ll spend his lunch break with you

he’s just so whipped for you omfg he appreciates the gesture of you bringing him lunch and just thinks you look so so cute in your casual clothing and it’s just so nice to see you when he’s been busy working

while yes he starts his break catching up with you, he’s somehow managed to turn it into him bending you over his desk.

“wrio—!" you whine, keeping your face down on wriothesley’s desk that you’re bent over with your legs dangling off the side. “keep your voice down, darling.” you feel cold metal at your wrists and a loud click that follows. you gasp realizing it was his handcuffs, which elicits a smile from your boyfriend.

“don’t tell me you’re getting nervous on me,” he laughs. “just keep your legs spread for me princess,” is all he says before pushing his cock into your pussy until he’s fully sheathed inside.

“fuck— too d-deep!” you whimper out as wriothesley presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “you’re so sensitive,” wrio mumbles out before moving his hips, pulling out and pushing his cock back in hard and deep.

KAEYA ALBERICH

you work in the favonius headquarters, managing the library when Lisa is away. today was one of those days. Kaeya, your coworker and boyfriend, of course insists on visiting the library to see you.

the library was empty and dead quiet. you were startled by Kaeya coming through the doors. before you can even greet him, Kaeya is already wrapping his arms around you from behind and tucking his face to your neck.

“busy day, captain?” you ask, still focusing on shelving the books in front of you.

“i’m stuck here for another two hours,” he laments. “missed you.” you can’t help but smile at his clinginess. he scatters kisses across your face and neck between every few sentences while he mumbles about his busy day.

you’re weak to him. you know it’s unprofessional but you let him take this as far as he wants. he keeps an arm wrapped around your middle to support you while his other arm is reaching down between your legs under your skirt. he's pushing your panties to the side and teasing you, fingers threatening to push into your pussy. “not even going to try and stop me? such a little slut…” he mutters to you, smiling at how you blush out of embarrassment. he finally does push his fingers into your pussy, reaching deep that your own fingers couldn’t reach.

“that’s it sweetheart— i’ll get you to make a mess on my fingers…” Kaeya coos to you while he angles his deft fingers to fuck you harder. his fingerless leather gloves now shiny wet because of you.

ALHAITHAM

as the acting grand sage, Alhaitham works long hours. he's always so busy and it's rare that you're able to visit him. you knock on his office door and his eyes soften once he realizes its you.

"i'm surprised to see you here," is all he manages to mumble out before bringing you in and seating himself back at his desk. and to your surprise, he asks for you to sit on his lap while he works and ofc you can't say no to this rare offer and you just missed haitham so much

it doesn't take long for alhaitham to get bored of the papers in front of him and starts to burry his face into your neck, leaving kisses across your skin. and it doesn't take much pleading from you to convince him to let you cockwarm him.

Alhaitham's hands grip your waist as he lowers you onto his cock. you gasp out his name at the feeling of your pussy getting stretched to fit his cock. "shh... stay still for me alright? i'll be done in a minute. just sit there pretty for me," alhaitham says aloof, before refocusing his attention to his task at hand.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself still. although you're trying to not be distracting, you can't help how sensitive you are and how your cunt is clamping down on alhaitham's dick. every little whimper or squirm you make is met with a spank to your thigh from alhaitham. “told you to stay still,” he reminds you. “be good and i’ll consider bending you over my desk and fucking you properly,”

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley smut #kaeya smut #al haitham smut #alhaitham smut #genshin x reader #afab reader