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suguru-getos · 7 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 21﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Neuvillette x F!Reader -> Ruts

the spring time of the year is much anticipated, it’s a lovely weather to have. a lovely season to fall in love with nature, and a lovely season to be shown just how desperate neuvillette can truly get for you. it’s the way he starts to come home early, it’s the slow intricate details that slowly emerge from your partner. he’s more possessive, easily jealous, eyes your outfits more, puts on his perfume on you before leaving for work, until finally… the hydro soverign’s most intimate, and stressful event commences. the rut, you’d find him going through a phase where he wants to create a nest for his pet, his little mate. you’d need everything you have. water, food, clothes. yet it’s somehow so cozy, you can’t help but awe at it. oh, and also — don’t put things here and there. neuvillette isn’t one for rage but he’d pout if you do so. do it at your own risk. ;)

now that you know what’s happening — its easier to guess that this predicament wouldn’t end until neuvillette’s satisfied with you. “god- you feel so good, i’ll breed you into the malleable little mate i have.” he groaned, thrusting deep into your puckering hole as you moaned for him, ecstatic under the feeling of his ridged cock taming you. a beautiful white ring forming alongside the base of it as he churns the mixture of yours and his essence for the third time.

“can- can’t take it- s’ too much, neuv,” you whimper out as your womb physically stops him from rutting & railing further, your knees shoved beside your ears as both his hands gripped them bruisingly. “you will, you are doing so good, my fragile little thing.” neuvillette praises you, leaning in and suckling onto your already bruised tits & marked skin. “you look so delectable like this, meant to be one with me.” neuvillette is exceptionally vocal today, moaning, groaning & saying words that are a mixture of utter sin & comfort.

“but i’m nowhere near done to loving you — angelic being.” neuvillette looks at you with tender eyes, spilling his load deep inside you as his precise movements of tenderness roam around your puffy clit, pushing you off the edge alongside him. you’re reduced to a brainless, overstimulated mess. little sniffles escaping from your parted lips and staining the pillow. you look so adorable like this— taking neuvillette’s cock as if it’s the only thing you’re supposed to it. it is actually, what better than being hydro dragon’s spoiled mate?

“ssh, it’s okay darling, you’re doing so well.” neuvillette praises, adoring you & kissing your collarbone. “let me give my little one some break.” as soon as the breeding haze fades from his mind into clarity, neuvillette is beside you that very instant, soothing you, helping you drink water, rubbing the areas he held too tight which are now reddened. how cute his little baby looks.

“gotta take a break from work it seems.” you chuckled teasingly, and neuvillette smiles with hum, “both of us, darling… both of us.”

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mayullla · 1 month

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Title: The Wedding is Today

Character(s): Viscount (Unnamed character/original work)

Summary: The wedding is today as you look at yourself in front of the mirror, wearing a white gown. Are you scared or are you broken? You weren't sure. Yet your time was limited till you become whole his.

Warnings/tags: Yandere Viscount x Fallen aristocrat!reader, F!reader, general yandere themes, manipulation (both physical and mental), power imbalance, forced marriage, loss of control, womb tattoo that is not sexual, forced servitude, 2k words

This is part two, click here for part one!

Dressed in the most beautiful white wedding dress, decorated with lace and pearls, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had always dreamed of wearing a wedding dress; after all, it was something that you had always been told you would have. And you had always been fascinated by the idea of wearing a dress that was the image of purity and elegance. In the past, you thought you would have it with your ex-fiancé but instead of him you were to wed another man, someone so infatuated by you.

Even with carefully done hair and makeup, it could not hide your empty eyes.

Was this the result? It had been a long time since you last saw your face in the mirror. In that dark room, forced into the whims of that man, you didn't have much. There was no mirror there, just a bed, table, and desk, with most of your clothes and necessities brought by the silent servants.

Hollow eyes covered by a black cloth.

You felt weak, your body shivering as you pulled your eyes away from the mirror. Tears threatened to fall as you tried to hold them in, worried that you might ruin your makeup and irritate him, who only wanted perfection.

You didn't want this… you didn't want this at all.

You were marrying a monster.

Even if you wanted to escape, there was no way you could. He had made sure to snuff out all your ideas or thoughts of running away. That man had placed his hands all over you just to ensure that you could think of nothing but him, making sure you would never be able to run away even after you were finally let out from your prison. You still felt like a trapped bird.

Invisible chains locked your wrists, legs, neck, and hands, forcing you to dance to his orders. You could not stand up; it was as if something was holding your stomach down, a weight keeping you still on the chair as you waited for the time drawing near, challenging you to even think of trying. A white choker necklace tightened around your neck, making you conscious of every breath. Your back was straightened with a corset designed to keep your posture rigid, preventing you from even bending slightly.

He said that he had to make sure, after all, worried that you might hunch and cry while walking down the aisle, your face would be hidden with the white veil, but he just had to make sure of your shoulders and your back.

“Your tears are pretty. But if you don't give the crowd a happy cry then we shall keep most of that in private. Oh love, you are my precious and it is the same with your tears also. They should only be seen by me.”

Yet nothing could be as shameful as the womb sigil placed on your stomach the glowing ever so bright under the dark room when you were told to go to sleep late at night. A warmth it created that you didn't want. You would have preferred to freeze to death that feel this.

The viscount rambled about how much he adored you, his perfect doll, during the carriage ride, and how much you have improved in the past days that you stayed here. He commented on your suffering and how hard you were working just to please him. You flinched the moment he said that he could not wait to make it official that you were his. “In just a few hours my dear and all the world would know that you are mine forever.”

You didn't want to look at him. You didn't want to look at anyone.

“My lovely bride," his comments made you want to vomit as tears fell down to your skirt in the carriage. His hands touched your cheeks as he gently lifted your face. Your eyes met his, and not even a lick of pity or guilt was in them, nothing but obsession, lust, and thrill. "Aww… Let your tears out now, dear, so that later when they put on your makeup, you won't ruin it," he whispered as he moved his thumb to clean your tears from your cheeks.

“I am the only one here with you right now. It is okay to cry.”

“My little dear is just so pretty. Sometimes I don't know if I could hold back later when you finally become fully mine." Lowering his head, you flinched again when he placed his chin near your neck, his hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel his cold skin against yours, hot from your emotions.

“I worry that I might just break you one day..."

None of the guests touched you when you arrived at the wedding hall only able to greet you with a bit of a distance; maids that worked under him had made sure of that. Small adjustments in the dress or helping you reach one place or another were all done by them. They worked efficiently, but you knew that their main job was to be watchdogs.

You could never stare into their eyes for too long, though. To someone who knew or who was sharp, it was obvious that the shine of life in them, meant to fool outsiders, still looked somehow fake.

You stared at the floor of the dressing room, zoned out. The music from the orchestra outside was loud yet muffled. You could hear people talking, enough to realize that the Viscount made sure that everybody attended just to see him put a lock on your finger.

In just a few minutes, you will belong to him, and you can do nothing to stop it.

It was difficult to breathe.

You didn't want to move at all when your feet started moving, tried to stop yourself when you felt a certain buzz in your core under your stomach again, warning you not to try anything.

You remember after all that time when you so desperately wanted to run away and were so close to doing so. Back then when the Viscount left the room without locking the door, you thought you could run away at that moment and that this was your chance. Even if your feet hurt from dancing the same steps for hours just moments ago, you forced yourself to move, so desperate to leave.

There was no one in the halls as you ran, careful not to cause any sound that would let servants or him notice your presence. And you were close… very close to the door to the outside.

Only to feel a shock in your core running through your whole body. It was like fire burning your skin inside out, licking your skin, leaving trails of fire that grew hotter and hotter. You fell down in the hallway, unable to move as waves of pain threatened to melt your body. You couldn't scream at all, barely a gasp.

The sigil on your stomach had reacted violently to your escape.

And the pain didn't stop, no matter how many tears fell from your eyes. No matter how much you wanted to escape from the pain, it kept you wide awake. The pain in your stomach was gruesome, while your veins felt like it was lit on fire. At one point, it did dull down, as if someone deemed that your punishment had been properly given… but you could not move, and he made sure of that. You covered your face and sobbed still feeling like every body part was burnt to a crisp.

Later, when the Viscount came back from a meeting and saw you on the floor he tutted at you… no anger in his eyes when he picked you up in a bridal carry. “My dear honey, you shouldn’t have done that. What if you had gotten hurt while running away?” He asked you with a smile, his grip on your leg painfully tight.

You received another punishment from the Viscount himself.

You watched him place a chain on your ankle, securing it to the bed. You flinched at his touch, whining when the cold metal touched your skin.

“I made sure to go lightly on you. But don't think it will be the same next time, dear,” he told you as he carried you to your bed, giving you pecks on your forehead while combing your hair as if to comfort you. “It will be even worse than this..”

Let me remind you that as long as you know that you belong to me, I will spoil you more than kings and emperors could ever do for their queens. But if you could not understand that, then we could only just fix it… and you already know what I mean by saying that.”

“Right, Love?”

“It will be your turn soon. Please get ready,” a servant spoke up. In public, they removed all their masks around their eyes. You had expected their eyes for a moment to be dead just as they were before, yet instead, you saw a liveliness that didn't belong to the person. “Please wait a moment, and we will finish up a few remaining touches,” the servant spoke in a cheerful voice, as other servants walked around with similar smiles.

You disliked how fake it was, but more than anything, you were scared that this would be what you would finally become if you even made the Viscount mad enough, pushing the thought that maybe you already were deep in your mind.

A long veil attached to your hair, the Viscount had a favor towards longer hair and told you to grow it if it was short. The dress was cleaned from any fold marks, wrinkles and small imperfections.

A white bouquet held by another maid given to you.

Your hands took the white bouquet without listening to your fear and hesitation. Again, you wondered if you were broken, already a marionette that he sometimes called you.

Walking out of the bride's room, you stood in front of huge doors in the long hallway, your own eyes empty of any delight but hidden by the innocent white veil, sheer enough to see your face just a little. Your neck moved by itself when it heard the announcement of the bride, your chin being forced up as the doors opened. You could hear the clapping first, and as you started to walk down the aisle alone, you could see some nobles who once watched you be humiliated by your past fiancé and his girl.

You didn't care about them anymore.

Your eyes moved to see in front of you, and you saw your parents, both smiling as you walked down the aisle, almost as if proud parents when in reality you knew it was a picture the Viscount wanted of something perfect.

Looking at the man again, watching you walk towards him with a satisfied smile on his lips, you could see the madness and obsession swirling in those eyes, knowing that you have been placed into a corner where all he must do is choke you even more.

Standing in front of him, you looked at him, the same sly smile on his lips as the day you first arrived at his mansion and fell into his trap. The marriage officiant continued to speak, yet most of his words you could barely hear as you were too deep in your thoughts. This moment, these last few seconds would be the last that belonged to you until it becomes official that you would be forever trapped and controlled by the man's obsession and delusions for you.

You heard the Viscount speak for a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts immediately. You had become too sensitive to his voice. You noticed the marriage officiant turn to you after hearing the answer of the Viscount and asking you the question, “Would you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”

Looking at the Viscount who stared at you lovingly yet at the same time knowingly, waiting to hear you say the words that will bind you to him forever. This breath would be the last that you breathe for yourself and not for him. He was a serpent, he had already bitten into your skin, letting poison seep into your veins. Any hope now would be too late.

You closed your eyes, letting tears fall down your face.

“Yes… I do.”

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munson-blurbs · 6 months

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 2 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, difficulty conceiving, mention of pregnancy symptoms, lots of Eddie being a mush

WC: 1.5k

February 1999

You didn’t get pregnant that first month. Your period arrived unceremoniously, leaving in its wake blood-stained underpants and disappointment.

It didn’t happen in December or January, either, despite meticulous cycle tracking and Eddie barely keeping his hands off of you. Each negative test feels like a failure; you’ve stopped taking them when Eddie’s around because you can sense his disappointment, though he puts on a brave face to comfort you.

But now, you’re late. Only by two days–if you weren’t paying careful attention to the dates, you might not have noticed. You have to bite back a smile as you tear open the box, fingers trembling as you poorly contain your excitement. It might be nothing, just a period ironically delayed by stress of trying to conceive.

Or you might be pregnant.

You inhale, filling your lungs with air and holding it there for a while until you let it out in one strong breath. All you’re doing is peeing on a stick, but your body nervously buzzes with each passing second. You’ve likely taken a dozen of these by now, and there’s nothing that should make you think you’ll get a different result today.

With utmost care, you place the used test on the back of the sink and wash your hands. You keep pressing on the soap handle to the point where a small pool forms in your palm, but you can’t draw your gaze from the tiny result window. The control line begins forming quickly, as it always does.

How long ago did Eddie leave to grab breakfast—maybe ten minutes? Sundays at Zeke’s Bagels are usually swamped, so you have plenty of time to wipe away your tears if that sacred second line never appears.

“Mommy?”

A drowsy voice interrupts your inner monologue. Harris stands at the bathroom doorway, wiping the sleep from his big brown eyes and yawning.

“What’s up, Har?” You hope your anxiety doesn’t bleed through, though you doubt he’s awake enough to recognize it.

He squints as he adjusts to the light. “Where’s Daddy? Also, I’m hungry.”

A sigh of relief escapes you when you realize he’s too focused on breakfast to pay attention to anything else. “Daddy left to get us some bagels,” you explain, allowing your heart to slow to a normal rate. “Why don’t you go make your bed, and we can watch some cartoons while we wait for him, okay?”

Harris nods, barely picking up his sock-clad feet as he trudges back towards his bedroom. You giggle at the way he tries to fight his sleepiness, shaking your head in amusement.

That’s when you see it, faint but still definitely present: the tell-tale second pink line.

“Oh my God.” Your hand flies to your mouth in complete shock, tears forming a film over your eyes so the results become blurred. You blink them away to get a better look, partially convinced that you’re hallucinating or projecting your hopes, and that reality will set in and show a negative result.

But when your vision clears, both lines are still visible.

You’re pregnant.

Now you just have to tell your husband; the question is, how?

You’re still mulling over the possibilities when the key clicks in the door ten minutes later. Eddie carries in a brown paper bag of bagels, whistling a tune that startles you from your thoughts.

“Food’s here!” Eddie calls out; your stomach flip-flops at the sound of his voice. The temptation to let giddiness take over and wave the test in his face is strong, but you hold yourself back. First and foremost, you don’t want Harris knowing until you’re safely in the second trimester, but another part of you is still in denial that you truly are pregnant. That there’s a tiny little life growing within your womb, half you and half Eddie.

I’ll test again in a few days, you tell yourself, and if it’s still positive, then I’ll tell him.

You shove the test in the top drawer among your make-up and hair care products where it will be safe from your husband’s wandering eyes. Before you shut off the light, you get a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You look the same as you always do, but there’s no denying that you feel different.

Pregnant. You’re pregnant with Eddie’s baby. In approximately nine months, the Munsons will be a family of four.

“Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

“Coming!” You wipe away any remaining tears and make your way to the kitchen, trying to quell the excitement of knowing that you’re technically eating for two.

Breakfast drags a bit, both because of the weighty secret you’re guarding and the fact that cream cheese apparently now makes your nose wrinkle in disgust, but Harris’s animated storytelling makes the time pass a bit faster. Apparently, being seven years old is more dramatic than you’d remembered.

One particular story involving Harris, Joshua Harrington, and a celery-stick sword fight remains etched into your brain even as you brush bagel crumbs off of the table and into your cupped palm. Harris has plunked down in front of the television, gaze glued to a show about a conjoined cat and dog with screeches so grating that you find yourself wincing with each piece of dialogue. The distraction is enough to keep you from tuning into Eddie rummaging through the bathroom drawers, searching for the nail clippers.

“Um, babe?” His voice cracks on the second word, and you can sense both confusion and concern in his tone. “C-Can you come here? Now?”

Oh, shit.

You dash into the bathroom, shrinking into yourself when you find him, one hand bracing his body weight on the sink and the other clutching a very positive pregnancy test.

“Are…is this…” He turns to you, wide-eyed, lower lip quivering. “When…?”

“Right before breakfast,” you jump in, your pinky finger nudging his along the sink’s edge. “I wanted to do something special to surprise you after I took another one later this week, y’know, just to be sure.”

Eddie exhales a breath that’s half-laugh and half-cry, lowering the test to the ceramic ledge so he can place both hands on your cheeks. “You’re pregnant?” he asks, words thick with disbelief. He chuckles when you nod, head moving up and down between his calloused palms. “Holy shit; you’re having my baby.”

His mouth finds yours in an instant, fingers leaving your face and traveling to your waist. Eddie pulls you in close and punctuates the long kiss with several little pecks.

“My gorgeous girl is having my baby,” Eddie murmurs, gently sinking to his knees so he’s eye-level with your stomach. It’s still far too early to be showing, but he still bunches up your shirt just above your belly button. You giggle when he presses his lips against your skin, an involuntary ticklish reaction. “I just…I’m so happy. I got kinda worried when it wasn’t happening, that something was wrong.” He looks up at you with an expression of relief and awe. “We’re having a baby, Sweetheart.” His thumb trails along your exposed flesh, the place where your child will develop over the next nine months.

You laugh, pulling him up so you can kiss him again. He tastes like the orange juice he’d drank with breakfast, sweet and tangy. “We should wait to tell people until a doctor confirms it,” you murmur as he rests his forehead on yours. “Let it just be our little secret for now, okay?”

Eddie nods, lips occupied with kisses that render him unable to speak for a minute. “I’m glad I found out when I did, to be honest,” he admits with a small smile. “I missed so much of this with Harris, and I wanna be part of everything with this little munchkin.”

“Everything?” you ask suspiciously. “The morning sickness, the mood swings, the swollen feet? I’m pretty sure my mom got hemorrhoids when she was pregnant with me–”

“Everything,” Eddie affirms, lacing his fingers with yours. “The good, the bad, and the…hemorrhoid-y.”

You can’t hold back your amusement, throwing your head back with laughter. “I’m holding you to that.”

But you know you won’t need to, because this is Eddie, and the love he already has for this child radiates off of him.

He wraps you in a warm embrace, holding you around your shoulders so that his soft arm hair brushes the nape of your neck. He keeps you safe in his arms while you keep the baby safe in your womb.

In a little while, a commercial will interrupt Harris’s TV show. He’ll come running over to exclaim that he needs the toy being advertised, despite having a present-filled birthday just three weeks ago, and the Munson home will return to its definition of normalcy. For now, you and Eddie relish in this special moment, just the two of you and the tiny bean that is Baby Munson.

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lowkeyremi · 7 months

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Double Trouble timeskip!hinata x reader

note: i wanted to expand on shoyo as a dad

CW: past pregnancy, children, twins, established relationship

"I don't wan' the blue one daddy, I wan' da one Mia has." Nia whines when her father tries to give her the blue tube of yogurt.

"I'm sorry baby, but sissy got the last red one." Shoyo explains to her softly. It doesn't soften the blow though, her face starts to scrunch up.

"Don't cry honey, the blue one is really good! Yummy yum!" Your little munchkin starts to sniffle, "Here go, sissy, you have da red one."

Mia is such a kind little girl, sharing with her twin. Shoyo thought having twins would be chaotic because of how the Miya twins are with one another, but so far it hasn't been that bad. They are only four though, it might get worse when they get a little older.

"Thank you sissy." Nia says with a smile as she trades yogurts with her sister.

"Well, I'm glad that worked out." The girls look up at their dad, big doe eyes, one pair filled to the brim with tears the other pair glowing.

Nia wipes away her tears with her chubby little hand. Hinata follows his little girls to the table. He's on daddy duty today while you're out on a three day business trip. Hinata was going to call the sitter but she's had the flu for the past couple of days, which in terms could affect the girls and maybe just make her feel worse.

As devoted as the man is to his work, he took off those three days because he has enough sick days to do so. Taking time off of work for the children is one of the many sacrifices he makes for deciding to have kids.

"I think mama will be kinda mad I didn't take you guys to daycare today." In his defense, he woke up late, and not just a few minutes kind of late. Two hours, kind of late. It's easier for him to call daycare and say his girls were sick rather than explain that he was unprepared, so that's what he did.

"Ms. Momoko gonna call mama, right?" Mia asks. The yogurt tube is almost empty. She's a fast eater just like her papa.

"Huh? What?!" Your poor husband doesn't even get time to think out an excuse, you're calling him right now.

"Crap." He picks up your call.

"Hey darling." His voice is suave. Best to soften the blow with his sexy voice. His girls giggle at his voice deepening.

"Hey Sho, are the girls alright? I knew something was going around at daycare and Nia seemed a little bit sniffly before I left." The worry in your voice calms Hinata. Luckily you haven't caught on.

"Yeah, they're in bed right now. Do we have any canned soup?" The girls look at him. They give him that face little kids give when you're lying.

"I think there should be some miso in the fridge, heat it up for them, okay?" He nods forgetting you can't actually see him.

"Of course, I'll make clear soup for them." Nia walks up to her father, "I wanna talk to mama!"

Hinata chuckles hesitantly, "What are you doing out of bed little girl?"

You coo softly at Nia when Hinata hands her the phone. He's trying to mouth to her to keep quiet about not being sick, but of course, with her only being four she doesn't get it.

"You feeling okay, baby?" A small fake cough escapes Nia's throat. Hinata hopes you don't hear how fake that was.

"My thoat hurt, but daddy takin care of us." She whines.

"Aww your throat? You're so cute. Mama hopes you feel better, is Mia close by or is she sleeping?" Nia hands the phone over to Mia, "Nia, you still there, honey?"

"Hi mama." Mia has a silky voice which causes you to once again be in awe of the the cute little girls that were once in your womb.

"Hi Mia, Mama misses you." She smiles brightly at your voice. Both of the girls are infatuated with you. When they first started walking they would not ever leave your side. Not even to use the bathroom.

"I miss you more. My thoat hurts too, but I be okay." You find it adorable how your girls comfort you.

"I hope you get better, baby girl. I love you very much. Can I talk to daddy?" She lets out a small hum. Your husband once again has the phone.

"Okay baby, gotta go. The girls need their soup." You quickly notice how he's in a rush to get off of the phone with you.

"I have to get back to work, call you later?"

"Of course, I love you." The sincerity of his voice always gets to you. Shoyo is always so understanding and quick to help. It's one of the many things you love about him.

"Love you too." He says his goodbyes and you say yours. Hinata never hangs up on you, so you always have to do it.

"That was a close one. Good acting girls." The ginger sticks out his hand for them to high five.

"My thoat rweally do hurt." They say at the same time.

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cookienha · 4 months

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☆ happy birthday

¦ gunwook x gn!reader, fluff

¦ warnings: established relationship, pet names, kisses

¦ a/n: happy birthday to our gunwookieee!! even though i'm dying from my exams, still won't miss a chance to celebrate my bby's bday 😙

Gunwook was out, enjoying a lively birthday celebration with his friends, filled with laughter and camaraderie. Back home, as I await for him to return home, I prepared a small surprise, a private celebration just for the two of us.

The festivities soon wrapped up and a gentle homesickness tugged at him, hurrying home. Gunwook returned just a few hours before midnight, opening the door to our shared apartment, instantly meeting dim lights.

"Love?" His soft voice called out, taking off his shoes in a swift motion and walking into the living room. He smiled upon seeing me with a small hat placed on my head, another one on the table reserved for him, and a little homemade cake placed neatly on the coffee table infront of me, adorned with tiny little candles.

"Happy Escape-from-the-Womb Day, Gunwook!" I giggled, standing up and walking over to him to place the hat on his head.

He chuckled, genuinely surprised. "Did you just call my birthday my 'womb escape'?"

I grinned, playing along, "Well, it's the day you escaped into the world and made it infinitely better."

He laughed and eyed the cake. "Is this a special cake or just a delicious trap?"

"Only one way to find out," I teased, handing him a knife.

We settled into the cozy celebration, my voice filling the quiet apartment as I sang the song, the glow of the candles casting a warm ambiance. As I admiringly eyed my boyfriend blowing out the candles, I couldn't resist a playful remark.

"Make a wish, but remember, it better be as sweet as you are."

He closed his eyes, and the room fell silent for a moment. His eyelashes fluttered as he made a silent wish, the soft glow of the candles dancing on his closed lids.

When he finally opened them, his gaze met mine, filled with an affectionate sincerity that melted my heart.

"I wished for more moments like these with you," he confessed, pulling me into a tender hug, kissing the top of my head.

The sweetness of the moment lingered as we enjoyed the cake together, savoring not just the taste but the shared joy. We reminisced about the day, and Gunwook couldn't help but express his gratitude.

"Today was amazing, but coming home to this? You make my every day special," he whispered as he cupped my face, placing a light kiss on my nose.

With a heart full of love, we continued the celebration, we savoured the quiet intimacy surrounding his birthday.

"Happy birthday, my love. Stay with me forvever, okay?" I whispered as we ended the day together.

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honey-milk-depresso · 10 months

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19 Reasons (Tim Drake x Reader)

It’s Tim’s birthday in my timezone, so I’m writing my first ever DC Comic post- yes- fiNALLY-

Summary: You said you wished your turning 19 year old Tim “Happy Womb Escape” by presenting a slideshow titled “19 reasons why I love Tim Drake.”

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“Guess what day it is?”

“19 July?” He didn’t even bat an eye, busy typing away on his computer without a care in the world.

“Seriously? Okay stop working,” you closed his laptop and shove it away to a corner, “you literally forget it’s your birthday today?”

He looks at you nonchalantly before crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised. “Well, it’s not that important?”

You gasped in horror, dramatically rolling up to his chest with your hand pressed to your forehead and the other clutching your heart. “ ‘Not important’? My own boyfriend saying his birthday is ‘not important’? Non!”

He rolled his eyes, playfully and lightly shoving you away as he smirked. You grinned.

“I’m going to show you why it’s important with this slideshow!” You placed your own laptop on his lap, the monitor flashing a slideshow titled “19 Reasons Why I Love Tim Drake”.

“Oh god. This is gonna be fun,” he joked.

“Before that, I would just like to say,” you started, clicking to the next slide, “ ‘Happy Womb Escape’ to you, Drake.”

“Wait wha-”

“Now first reason!” You clicked to the next slide, cutting your baffled vigilante as you cleared your throat to perform your lines.

“Number one! He’s Red Robin, Gotham’s best vigilante out there! Ain’t I ever seen another like him!”

“There’s Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, Lu-”

“STOP- THERE IS NO ONE LIKE YOU!” You groaned in frustration, making Tim chuckle. “Yeah but I’m basically just like them.”

“I ain’t see someone who single-handedly took down the Joker? Obeah Man? Got rid of the booty shorts of Robin? That’s a crime, by the way.” You said it in a “matter-of-fact” way. He snorted.

“Secondly! He’s the most hardworking man I know! But also he needs rest so take notes. Third! He’s the biggest, dorkiest dork on earth who loves machines, science, and he googles the most random things on the internet just to give me a fun fact later on out of the blue!”

“Fourth! His hair is fluffy as hell and it makes him very nice to pat on the head! Fifth! He’s a nerd! And that’s cute! Sixth, Tim is the smartest man I’ve ever met. I bet he could find the last digit of Pi in like 2 seconds in his brain. Seventh!”

Tim smiled warmly, soon becoming smug the more you went on with your points. He looked so proud.

“Seventh, is that he’s a bisexual icon! Enough said. Eighth! He lends me his sweaters and they all smell like him which is the nice part.”

“You stole them, you mean?”

“Shhhh, let the presenter speak. Anyways, ninth! Timmy bringing me to a burger joint on our first date and he didn’t judge me for it. I’ll tell you something I didn’t until now: I was pretty scared you judged me but you didn’t. So thank god.”

“I always judge you, Y/N, it’s alright,” Tim smirked. You looked at him with a frown, not amused. “Yeah, okay never mind, I should take this slide down.”

“Hey!” He said, grinning as wide as you were. “Next! Tenth! He watches over me even when he’s on patrol to make sure I’m safe!”

“You… know? I thought I was pretty well hidden…” he blinked in surprise.

“Tim, you may be a detective and that’s exactly the point. It doesn’t take some of your skills to rub off of me,” again, you said it as a matter-of-fact.

“Eleventh! He’s a skater boy, and he’s my ‘Skater Boi’,” Tim once again snorted, much louder upon understanding that pop culture reference.

“Twelfth, he loves watching old, 80s to 90s cheesy movies and geeks out about them all the time while we’re watching! Don’t ever shut up, by the way. Thirteenth! He always fidgets with his fingers and hands when he’s bored subconsciously! That in itself is adorable.”

“Fourteenth! He’s a terrible cook, but he still tries anyways. It’s also adorable~” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms.

“Wow, I feel so loved.”

“Yesh, and I love you very much as well, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne,” you teased. He scoffed lightly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Fifteenth! He is the best cross-dresser. That is all. Sixteenth! HE IS THE WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVE! Like he found Waldo every 2 seconds, finished 5 books of him in 1 minute,” you said, doing an amateur explosion side effect by saying “kaploosh” with your hands doing the mind-blown action.

“Again, Bruce and everyone else in my family.”

“Again, there is no one like you, Detective Tim. Seventeenth! Best photographer! Also enough said! Love everything you take, sweetie! Eighteenth! He makes using a metal stick look badass!”

“And lastly! Nineteenth! Drum roll please!” You use your knuckles to lightly drum against the wooden floors. “He’s Tim Drake! What’s not to love?” You smiled. It was so contagious that he found himself smiling as stupid and gleefully as you did.

He had always been insecure of his abilities and himself in general, so he was so flustered and gooey on the inside with how genuine you were with each point. Although, his flustered-ness was showing with pink blooming on his cheeks.

“Okay, guess I understand why my birthday’s important now.”

“Glad you understood my report, Mr Drake!” You smiled at him.

“So now I shall say,” you drum-rolled again, quickly tossing your arms around him and lightly pecked his cheek with a grin.

“I love you, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.”

He smiled at you lovingly, cupping your cheek as he gently brushed his thumb against it. “And I love you, too, YF/N L/N. Thanks for your birthday gift.”

You laughed sweetly. “The gift is you, technically~”

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eatmangoesnekkid · 7 months

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You must water yourself and feed the tissues in your body with the light from your thoughts, perceptions, nutrition, to the things you watch, listen to, and read. This doesn't mean that you try to escape the tragedies of the external world. It does mean that you understand that your body responds to your own love and care more than anything else. Daily care and aftercare are essential during times of war and peace. As we sit with the paradox and nuance of being human and our predatory animal nature to take, pillage, and harm, we must show up for it all, including caring for our bodies. Your body responds to your daydreams, thoughts, and touch. When you touch your body, let your heart be as light as a feather...as much as possible. The light in your hands sculpt, shape, and heal your body. I told my friend the other day that my breasts sit up the way that they at 47 years old because of how much love I have given them over the last 15 years, how much I take time and care with my body, how often I lay back and just listen. So many of us with breasts carry burdens in our bodies year after year. God needs us to transmute all the shame, tension, anger, repression, embarrassment, and fear so that we can access more of our divine nature to help evolve this world by channeling raw and uncommon solutions.

Because if the voting and marching were working, we would be not be where we are in the world today. I still bow to my sisters and brothers who are on the front lines. But what I also know to be true is that we must take time to detox in order to recalibrate the hate, repression, shame, and war living in our epigenetic line that continue to create war in our bodies--the diabetes, cancer, chronic jealousy, womb aches, breasts ache, lack of sensation, and lack of full-body orgasms, and also the molestation and scarcity in the family line. These entities. We can't continue to "take in" and not let out.

Bringing More Love to Your body Changes the World Around You and Opens Up More Pathways to Love and Loving

When you live "spirituality" as a lifestyle, more of your DNA unlocks open. When there is high emotion in the collective, I transfer that energy into self-care--bathing, skin care, making good food, listening to good music, resting and caring for who and what is around me. I made a bone broth chicken soup and brought some to my massage therapist. I know what's happening in the world but I'm not constantly attuned to it in the 3D, meme after meme, news story after news story. I'm living life that around me and praying for those who are fighting for their actual lives. I do not take for granted what it means to have more freedom.

Shifting my focus in various ways over the years has kept my body more nourished and youthful than what it would have been otherwise. I priortise sweating often, lik in a dry Finnish sauna, wet sauna, or sweating while working out in high intensity classes. I have no goal to stay younger-looking. I love being grown AF. It is merely what naturally happens when we take care ourselves (our cells) and release, release, release. When we release, our tissues let go and bodies respond favorably. Our care creates the conditions that allow our bodies to flourish in ways in which we beautifully and radiantly age, but we don't age as quickly. -India Ame'ye, Author

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mmorw · 2 years

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Training | Iinuma.

cw: smut. afab chr. vaginal. clit teasing. unprotected. from behind. creampie. water sports. too whiny iinuma. twitter porn link.

!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.

“Y—you can touch it now?”

“No Iinuma, stay quiet.”

Iinuma's high-pitched, gasping moans escaped his lips once his core could no longer withstand the extensive pleasure he felt directly in his sex. His walls tightly embraced your fat flesh once you thrust slowly and lovingly; drawing out more and more of even the smallest moans, sweet talk from Iinuma.

You held his leg above your arm, gently forcing him to push you into his intimacy once he cried back, your other hand carefully massaging his swollen nipple once your feet trembled, sending gentle tugs along his pussy when your cock throbbed.

Iinuma was fighting against himself, his trembling fingers wanting to go straight down to his aching clit and massage it until he cummed again; it felt so good, you were such a huge size to make it squirt every time you two fucked. A little two-part pleasure wouldn't hurt, he was in need.

he always gave you the pleasure! several times he let you cum inside him even if it wasn't his safe days, he let you fuck him in public places and grab him in a teasing way when he met a co-worker in the street!

“It's to mark territory.”

"your way of marking territory" calmed Iinuma inside, it was childish and almost sadistic. you loved to see him simply throw himself in submission to you, even if he had to beg you for food and give you what you asked for to go with it, you would earn extra treats if you agreed to pay the food bill. ♡

“If you listen to me and don't move, I'll take you to a nice restaurant for lunch.” Iinuma's sobs increased to your blackmail, his trembling arm passing over your face until guiding you to messy kiss him.

His high-pitched moans escaping his lips at every hard thrust, your glans barely hitting his cervix, the sensitivity of his entrance carrying hard tremors along his body, his skin bathed in sweat causing him to bite your lip tenderly to hold back from simply coming and staining the new sheets he had just changed yesterday.

God, why did it have to be right in his home? the walls of his apartment were thin, it wasn't the first time the neighbors complained about the noise and literally hearing the dirty, wet thumping of your core filling in his wet slide.

“Cancel your meeting with Hanamaya for today.” Your right arm gently hugged his stomach, your hips leaning dangerously forward as Iinuma struggled not to faint after so many messed orgasms. “understood?”

Iinuma's legs flexed once you deposited another sweet, thick load of your seed inside his swollen womb, still not stopping for the slightest moment to keep milking every last drop from your cock inside him.

His head gave a tired nod, his trembling hand carrying his cell phone to his bedside connected to the charger once he dialed his co-worker's number careful not to make a mistake; preparing himself not to yelp or even cry during such a long call.

#dom male reader #dom reader #meshinuma #sub iinuma #┊iinuma — meshinuma

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maries-gallery · 7 months

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Day I-don't-know-anymore of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOI.

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Licht Klein

wc: 2,5k

warnings: lingerie, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink, creampie, female bodied reader

prompts: lingerie and "Touch yourself for me. Look at me while you do it."

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

For more content like this, check the masterlist <3

Licht’s steps pad through the dark corridors of Rhodolite’s palace, blending in the shadows and silence of the quiet night. An agent of the silver moon as he makes his way back to his room after a long day.

A long day of trying to forget about his past, about Nokto, about himself. In a few hours midnight will ring its deadly beat to remind him that yet another year has passed.

And last year he would have ached for the world to swallow him whole, back in the warm embrace of its womb under the earth, in a place of peace and quiet where time ebbs away to nothingness. In a place where nothing matters.

This year though, was different, for he was no longer alone. This year was different for he found life and passion in your smile, a shelter in your arms and a future in your eyes. He found meaning in the darkest days and patience in the coldest of hours, comforted in the thought that you’re here, by his side.

His heart flutters in his chest, caressed by the flapping wings of a dove as your features come to mind, peaceful as you lie in bed in a gentle slumber, sheets draped over you. It’s late at night, so surely you must be asleep by now.

Guilt needles at his chest, laced with the cold blade of loneliness as he stops in front of his bedroom door. He hadn’t had time to see you today, and his heart desperately aches for yours. It will have to wait for sunrise though, as Licht wouldn’t dare wake you up.

A ruffling sound comes from behind the door.

Licht’s awareness flares to life, eyes glinting with acuteness as he eyes the light that slivers underneath the door to tickle the tip of his boots. His fingers wrap around the knob, silent as a ghost as he pushes it open and readies his other hand at the handle of his sword.

“Licht! Welcome back!”

What-

Crimson eyes widen, tension leaving Licht’s shoulders as the sight of you in his bedroom graces him. No sign of a threat, no sign of danger. Just you and your warm smile. Just you and the wild beating of his heart in his chest.

Just you, standing in the middle of his bedroom, showered in golden light, dressed in nothing but pale blue lace that hugs your curves and leaves little to the imagination. A sight for sore eyes, a sight for him alone. And a sight that has his heart skipping a beat.

You smile like honey, walking over to him with a light sway of your hips that brings out the lustful beast inside of him, one that craves you like the Moon craves the Sun.

“I was waiting for you.” You say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His mind goes blank, nothing but you remains, nothing but your scent, nothing but your touch, nothing but the taste of your lips as you softly press them against his in a kiss that leaves him lightheaded. Nothing but a carnal instinct for more of you, for the dizzying softness of your skin under his thumbs.

A strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close as his lips dance over yours, his fingers gently tilting your chin up to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over the seam of your lips, asking for entrance.

A quiet groan rumbles in his chest as you grant him access, his tongue caresses yours, and he gladly drinks in the moan that escapes you.

You taste sweet, like Yves’s pastries and like his deepest desire. Like the thrumming heart of an aching soul that thirsts for an ever filling lake of temptation. Like his redemption and his damnation.

You part, lungs filling with air and head dizzy from lack of oxygen. But neither of you cares, not when your kiss beaten lips taste like cherries and look like sin.

His eyes burn through you, passionate ambers that turn your core to liquid want and have warmth pooling low in your belly.

“On the bed, now.” He says in the gentle commandeering voice that has butterflies flapping in your stomach, his breath ghosting over your lips as he releases you from his embrace.

You slowly back away, falling back onto the plush bed, eyes locked with his as you wait for his next directions. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he stalks over to you, true to his crest animal; tall and dangerously seductive. The hunger in his eyes pins you in place and there is nothing you can do to escape the hold he has on you.

“Lie down.”

You do, a shiver of anticipation coursing through you, desire licking at your core. You wait for him to do something, anything, but he stands in front of you in painful inaction, eyes roaming over your curves and the blue lace that covers your intimacy.

He doesn’t know where to start, mind running with all the things he wants to do to you and all the ways to enjoy the lingerie you chose for him. Surely you knew what you were doing when you went for this fabric, for this colour. And now it’s his job to honour your choice and enjoy his early birthday present as much as he can.

“Licht, please do-”

“Touch yourself for me.” He says, a soft smile on his lips, “Look at me while you do it. And keep the lingerie on, just slide the fabric to the side.”

No trace of shame creeps over him, no hint of restraint as he orders you around to get what he wants. Only pure happiness fills his veins as a soft gasp falls from your lips, dipping a lonely finger inside of your dripping entrance.

You start slow, sliding a second finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace. A shudder running up your spine as crimson eyes pin you under their intensity.

Licht doesn’t miss a bit of how your fingers disappear inside of you, so small there is no way they can satisfy you, and he knows it. Still he doesn’t budge, watching and learning as sweet whimpers escape you and your thumb draws smooth circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Li-Licht!” You moan out his name, voice laced with frustration as your eyes beg for him to help you.

A satisfied smile curves his lips as your back arches off the sheets, fingers curling inside of you to reach that spot he knows so well, that spot only his fingers can reach.

It’s him you ache to feel inside of you, his touch you crave and his everything you burn for. And that knowledge alone has his heart swelling in his chest, warm with love and tender affection.

“Licht- Ungh- Please.” A call for him to take over. A call he answers, forever drawn to you.

“Spread your legs for me.” He says as he kneels before you, placing warm hands on your thighs. You do, whimpering as he slides the fabric of your panties down your legs, baring your heat to the cold air.

A helpless whimper falls from your lips as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your dripping core. And he smiles, because how could he not when you sound so cute and look so perfect like this? Spread out for him draped in his colour and driven mad with desire for him.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He asks, teasingly prodding at your entrance with two fingers, enjoying how your hips buck up to meet his touch and how your arousal coats his digits.

“I don’t know and I don’t care- just touch me. Please.” Your words are his command, and you don’t have time to mourn the disappearance of his fingers, not when Licht’s tongue lies flat over your folds and licks at your juices.

Sweet pain spreads over his scalp as your fingers thread through silver locks and tugs on them, trying hard to ground yourself as warmth swells in your core and the knot of pleasure tightens inside of you.

He groans against you, hands holding your thighs apart for him before plunging two fingers in your awaiting hole, swirling inside of you to collect your warmth before slowly thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

“Ah- Mmhm! Licht- Feels good!” Your head tilts back, hips grinding against his features for more, and he only welcomes it, eagerly lapping at your dripping folds, not missing a lick of the pleasure that coats his tongue. Your moans and sweet cries of his name only encouragement for him to give you more.

His fingers curl inside of you, teasing at your sweet spot and coaxing your release out of you, pulling on the threads of your pleasure until stars cloud your vision and hot white warmth spreads through your limbs. Dizzying and overwhelming as he helps you ride the wave of your orgasm.

You fall back on the sheets, eyelids heavy and gaze hazy from the remains of your high, still too lost in the ebbs of pleasure to hear the unblocking of his belt and the unzipping of his trousers.

“I hope you’re ready for more.” He says, taking off his shirt to reveal his bare chest, all lean muscle that you ache to run your hands over, “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You welcome him on top of you, legs wrapping around his waist as he cages your wrists above your head with his hand . A lazy smile curves your lips as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I hope you’re not because I’ve been craving you all day.”

His nose tickles your skin as he drags his lips along the curve of your nape, taking in your scent and bathing in the comforting proof of your existence. His thoughts become a blur, driven wild by his inner instinct to love you and claim you as his.

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” He exhales softly, gently nibbling at your skin before sinking his teeth in your flesh, tongue soothing the blooming pain until his mark has been left on your nape.

“Licht!- Ngh!” The air leaves your lungs as the painful stretch of his length entering you takes over your senses, soon laced with the blissful pleasure of him filling the aching emptiness in your core.

His heart swells in his chest as he watches himself disappear between your folds, because you always take him so well, always take all of him even when it hurts and even when tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

He leans down, licking away the lonely tear that trickles down your cheek.

“You take me so well.” He says, even so, he remains still above you, waiting for you to give him a sign that you’re ready for him to move. Always attentive to your needs and comfort.

He bends down and kisses your forehead.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

You nod, shifting underneath him and tightening your legs around him. “I am. Please fuck me until I can say nothing else but your name. Until my legs ache and-”

A gentle smile curves his lips, warmth swelling in his chest at your words, “Let me take care of you. I’ll do the work.”

Slowly, he rocks his hips against yours, bringing you over the edge of pleasure yet again with each thrust, each stroke of his cock inside of you and each gentle kisses he places along your nape and jaw.

Crimson eyes take in your features, every shift and every moan, every time you bite your lip as he angles his hips just right to hit that sweet spot inside of you, every time your lips part in a breathless cry as he sheathes himself all the way in.

Every time your hands claw at nothingness as he holds them up over your head, desperate to hang onto something tangible in fear reality slips from your grasp.

“You’re always- Ngh- So warm for me. So tight and so good.” He groans, satisfied when his words earn him a quiet whine from you, “I like to think- we were made for one another.”

Because to him you were. The only one for him. The only woman he’ll ever love and the only person he wants to give his everything to for eternity. The only one he knows he’ll be able to lose himself in and trust so entirely, so blindly.

The only one he feels such raw desire for, the only one he feels like tearing the world apart for and most importantly, the only one he wants to live for.

“Mmhm- Licht am-am so close!” You cry out for him in the night, so sweetly he feels like melting, heart so full of love he might burst from the overwhelming warmth that fills him when he gazes at you.

He picks up the pace, his free hand pushing your legs up to your chest in a desperate need to drown in you. In a desperate need to hear yet another cry of his name from you.

“I-I know- Ngh- me too.” He groans, hips moving of their own volition as they knock against yours, losing himself in the way your walls tighten around him, in the way you suck him in so good and in the way your features contort in pleasure as the waves of your release crash over you.

Your hands ball into fists, nails digging in your palms as blinding warmth shoots through your veins and spreads from your core to your toes. Your thighs quivering around him as your mouth falls open in a silent cry.

Your orgasm only coaxes his own out of him, a grunt rumbling in his chest as he sheathes himself deep inside of you, filling you with his seed before any of it gets to slip from your hole.

He doesn’t stop though, intent on claiming you over and over again until the sun rises and fatigue dawns on him. Until your world fades to nothing but him and until he has proven to you just how much he liked this new lingerie set.

“Ah… Plea-Please, don’t stop…” You whimper in a whisper, voice hoarse from screaming his name. And his heart melts at the sight of you so exhausted, so full of him and yet so eager for more. You’re clearly tired, eyelids heavy with fatigue as you gaze up at him through hazy thoughts.

But you want more and he’d be lying to himself if he said he had had enough.

He leans over you, a gentle hand tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek, “You’re adorable.” He nuzzles his nose with yours, the softest of smiles on his features. “I’m sorry for tomorrow- But I don’t think you’ll be able to walk.”

But then again, that’s what you wanted, right?

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ravennaortiz · 9 days

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Mystery Birthday Bingo Masterlist!

Here is the final board! As a reminder all stories will be posted in August! I will make sure everyone get tagged in their respective requests and of course go by the tag list on google docs. Let me know if you have questions! Schedule below!

8/1- Happy Birthday featuring Chibs.

8/2-There is a reason I don't celebrate my birthday featuring Juice.

8/3- Seriously, put the icing down! featuring Angel

8/4- Sooo, what do you want for your birthday? featuring Kozik

8/5- Did you really just say womb escape day? featuring Coco

8/6- You remembered? Of course I did. I'm not a complete asshole featuring Tig

8/7-Blow out your candles babygirl featuring Juice

8/8-I want to celebrate many more birthdays with you featuring Happy

8/9-It's my birthday. I can cry if I want too featuring Chibs

8/10- Is it to late for a birthday kiss? featuring Halfsack

8/11-Shot Time! Shot time! Let's do shots! featuring Bishop

8/12-This is the best present ever. Featuring Gilly

8/13-Let's make mommy a birthday cake featuring Jax

8/14-Surprise!- featuring Bottles

8/15-Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday? featuring Manny

8/16-This has honestly been the worst birthday ever featuring Angel

8/17-A) Move!Birthday girl coming through! featuring Juice

B) Move! Birthday boy coming through! featuring Chibs

8/18- What did you wish for? featuring Ratboy

8/19-It's not my birthday. featuring Creeper

8/20-Hey! Congrats on not being dead yet. Good for you on aging and not stopping. featuring Coco

8/21-Baby, you have aged like fine wine featuring Kozik

8/22- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Its your girls day lol. Sooooo a headcanon treat it is featuring all 18 of our favorite Sons and Mayans.

8/23-I just wanted today to be amazing featuring Happy

8/24-Close your eyes. Don't make me get the blindfold featuring Tig

8/25 A) You did all this for me? Featuring Opie

B) You did all this for me? Featuring Tig

8/26-Not how I thought I would be spending my birthday featuring Juice

8/27-Well a late birthday card is better than a late period. At least in my opinion. featuring EZ

8/28 A) That outfir doesn't fit my dresscode. Birthday suit only featruing Coco

B) Be a good birthday boy for me. No moving or making any sounds or I will have to stop. featuring Coco

8/29-No fighting on my birthday please featuring Manny

8/30 A) Wishes and kisses for my favorite birthday girl featruing Opie

B) Wishes and kisses for my favorite birthday boy featuring Bishop

8/31-Screw birthday dinner. I want to get my tongue on some birthday cake now featuring Guero

#ravennasmasterlist #ravennasbirthdaybingo #ravennas rambles #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction

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ironstrange1991 · 10 months

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Test Day

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a very important test to do and Defender decides to wake her up in a special way that morning.

Word Count: 1,4k

Warnings: SMUT: oral sex with female receiving. Lots of fluff.

A/N: This fic is totally self indulgent and i'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm not lying when I say that writing this fic before taking the test really helped to control my anxiety. Apparently Stephen works miracles in my brain.

You were fast asleep and then you were on fire. In your unconscious state you couldn't tell how the fire started, but it crept up your legs, kissing your skin and enveloping your whole body in warmth.

It was a kind of fire that did not burn, but consumed. The kind that made you want to surrender rather than fight. Surrender completely.

You were pulled into consciousness as the sensation built wildly and you opened your eyes to see the sun lazily streaming in through the cracks in the window, the heavy curtain swaying gently in the soft spring morning breeze.

Your legs were spread apart and the only thing you could see between them was a mess of long dark hair with strands of white.

The wet, obscene sound of what he was doing there reached your ears making your skin prickle. Without warning and by sheer reflex, your back arched in response to the wave of pleasure being delivered and a lazy moan escaped your lips as one of your hands pushed the hair out of your face and grabbed the pillow and the other grabbed a handful of his hair.

Stephen let out a muffled noise, something between a chuckle and an approving groan. Moved by the urge to satisfy you, now that he knew he had succeeded in waking you up, he increased his pace, licking and sucking your clit and moving his tongue down to your entrance, forcing it with shallow thrusts and interspersed this process while holding your thighs open for him with both hands.

Your back arched with pleasure again, a louder moan escaping your lips followed by a praise. "Oh yes, baby, you're doing it so good."

He groaned in response to the compliment and kept his pace focusing on your already swollen and throbbing clit. He alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking on the hardened bud and you could feel the fire that woke you up, not just between your legs now, but deeper, as if enveloping your stomach and squeezing your womb. It was excruciating and yet so good and there was nothing you wanted more than to give yourself over to it, to let it consume you to ashes.

Stephen knew your body like he knew his own, he knew how to read all your reactions without you having to narrate them to him. He knew you were close, oh so close! and for that very reason he continued with the same rhythm, maintaining the same order between sucking and licking until your legs began to shake convulsively and a loud moan escaped your lips as you were washed by the feeling of euphoria and your whole body was taken over by the flames.

From your lips only praises and vows of love escaped between moans and sighs.

"Good morning." Came a baritone voice. You were so involved in all the sensations that you didn't even realize he had approached, his body now on top of yours, carefully leaning on one of his forearms so as not to drop all his weight on you. When you allowed yourself to open your eyes you were greeted by a pair of large blue eyes staring back at you, the corners of his lips curved in a cute smile, the beard still wet with all your fluids, your cunt in his breath. You couldn't contain the silly smile that took over your face.

"Morning." You replied with your voice still hoarse from having just woken up. You cupped his face and kissed him gently on the lips. "May I ask what prompted you to wake me up in such a... caring way?"

He chuckled placing another peck on your lips. "I thought it would be better than letting you wake up with your alarm, especially since today is a special day, a very important day."

You grimaced and turned your face trying to see the clock on the bedside table, but Stephen held your chin gently between his thumb and index finger making you look at him. "We still have a few minutes."

You nodded wrapping your arms around his waist and running your hands up his back, hugging him tight.

"You are the best husband in the world." You praised him, giving him a peck on the shoulder and nuzzling your face in his.

"Hm, flatterer."

You disagreed "Me? You just woke me up with oral. If that isn't flattering me I don't know what is."

He chuckled kissing you again, this time deeper. You could taste you on his tongue. "You deserve it. Especially today." He assured you.

You smiled a little unsure. "I don't know if I can do this. These people, they studied really hard, I had to juggle school with work and the house..."

"You'll do very well. I'm sure of it. You're smart, dedicated and your sorcerer husband helped you study, remember? You'll do just fine. Trust me."

You sighed caressing his face and brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "Isn't there a spell you can do? A memory spell perhaps to help me remember the stuff I read?" You pouted knowing full well that even if there was such spell, he would never use it on you.

He smirked. "You don't need a spell."

You sighed. "How can you be so sure?"

He kissed you gently. "Because you're super smart and beautiful. Such a beautiful, sweet little thing that happens to be my wife. And I'm proud of you. I’ll be proud of you no matter what."

You smiled feeling your face flush with the compliment which made his smirk turn into a grin. He kissed you again and pressed his hips subtly against you, but it was enough for you to feel his hard on, however he pulled away and rolled onto his side on the bed.

"I better let you get ready or I'll end up slowing you down." He said caressing your cheek.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and cupped his face kissing him hard. "You said we had a few minutes."

He let out a hum between your lips and cupped your face in his hands and gently pushed you away. "Not enough for that. Besides, this morning is about you. I want you to focus on what really matters."

But it wasn't that simple to focus on what mattered when he was right there lying next to you wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms that did nothing to hide how hard he was for you. You bit your lower lip and moved your hand slowly down his chest and abdomen, but he grabbed it and brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your palm. "Baby, I'm serious. We have all the time in the world when you come home this afternoon. I promise I'll be waiting for you with just as much enthusiasm."

You sighed in surrender. "Do I really have to go?"

"Yes, you do." He gently pushed you away and sat down on the bed. "I'll make you breakfast while you shower and get ready."

You nodded and stretched, working up the courage to get up. He got up and walked around the bed opening the bedside table drawer, grabbed a hair tie and quickly tied his hair into a lazy ponytail. He went into the bathroom and you listened as he washed his face and brushed his teeth.

You sighed getting up and making your way to the bathroom, stopping behind him and placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"For the record, I want waffles for breakfast. I think I deserve it."

He chuckled drying his face on the towel and putting his toothbrush away with yours. "You're right. Any other demands?" He asked turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You stood on tiptoe to kiss him. "I wish you would get in the shower with me..."

He placed a small kiss on your cheek. "That I can't do right now. Now be a good girl and get in that shower. I'm going downstairs to make your breakfast. Your waffles won't make themselves."

You nodded. "Like I said, best husband in the world."

Stephen smiled "Only the best for my super smart wife."

He left you there with a silly smile on your lips and the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach and somehow you knew that everything was going to be okay and that even if things didn't turn out the way you hoped on the test you were going to take that morning, you still would have Stephen waiting for you at home and that was more important than any test or work. That was everything.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Could you write something where Eddie comforts a reader with PTSD? Mines been going brrr lately and I just need the comfort.

Also, I found your blog pretty recently and omg ilysm, everything's so beautifully written :') <3

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

i'm sorry your ptsd is acting up, baby! i hope this helps, and i'm so so so glad you enjoy my writing :) i love you too <33

Your room is stuffy, the curtains draped over the window and gathering dust while you keep them closed. There's nothing outside that interests you, but there's really nothing inside that interests you either. Your room is boring, but there's nothing better to do than to lay down, sleep having escaped you for days.

You wish you were capable of functioning normally. But anytime you try to engage with people it's like your eyes glaze over, and your brain shuts itself in and refuses to contribute to your life.

So you're left motionless in bed, despair weighing heavy on your heart.

That is, until someone knocks at your window.

You panic. You're scrambling off of the bed in seconds, the sheets tangled around your legs and coming with you. Whoever it is hears the telltale thump of your body hitting the floor and curses, but the voice is familiar enough that the panic in your chest dies down.

"Eddie..?" You realize he can't hear your breathless whisper from outside, so you rush to the window, throwing the curtains open. Thankfully, it is the boy you'd met only weeks prior, his hair frizzy and slicked to his face with sweat.

He looks relieved to see you and pries helplessly at the edge of the window. You tug it open for him, tucking an arm underneath his own and helping haul him into your room.

"Eddie," You repeat, this time to him, "What.. what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Eddie deflects your question, brushing a stray leaf out of his hair from the tree he'd climbed, "You're supposed to be in school."

"I haven't been in a week." You groan, burying your face in your hands, "Why would I go today?"

"Yeah let's talk about that," Eddie perches on the end of your bed, his eyes drifting over an array of crumpled up tissues on the floor by your trash can, "You sick or something?"

"Or something." You sigh, sitting beside him on the bed. There's space between you, but only as much as your small mattress allows, so not much.

Eddie isn't sure what to say, and you hate that he's glancing around your room, probably noticing the cups stacked on your nightstand and the dirty socks strewn about.

You deflect his attention, "Again, what are you doing here?"

"When someone's missing in action for one out of the four weeks you've known them, it's a little freaky." He levels you with a stern glance, "No one knew where you went, man!"

"I haven't been sleeping well." It's not a lie, it's just not the full story, "I don't really feel up to a day at school.

Eddie hums sympathetically, "You take melatonin? That shit knocks you out if you take enough."

"Anything will," You scoff, "But yeah. No luck."

You hesitate to tell him that it runs deeper than simple insomnia. That sleeping scares you, both the images you see while your eyes are closed, and the possibility of them becoming a reality again if you let your guard down like that.

He seems to put the pieces together, though, from the disarray your room is in. You're well aware that you look like sadness personified, a t-shirt you haven't changed in four days wrinkled against your chest and loose shorts hanging low on your hips.

"Have you tried, like, listening to music?"

"And rain, and ocean sounds, and birds chirping, and a heartbeat." You list off the white noise you'd enlisted for help, each one of them failing miserably.

"A heartbeat?" He looks intrigued, glancing at you from the side of his eye.

"Yeah, it's supposed to, like, remind you of being inside the womb." You explain, your hands shifting to accentuate your point, "It's comforting, I guess. Just not comforting enough."

"Right." He nods, trailing off into thought. You're not sure what you're supposed to do, because being upright for longer than two minutes to use the bathroom is now foreign to you, and you kindly prompt him to make a move.

"Well I'm fine, so you don't need to worry." You offer him a careful smile, and he surveys you with the same disbelieving look that he'd given you before.

"You're crazy if you think I'm leaving you here." He scoffs, cautiously glancing at you again before he swallows. You watch his adam's apple bounce, but your eyes flick back to his own as he finally speaks.

"That.. that heartbeat stuff. That really works?"

"Well it didn't for me," You remind him, "But I dunno. Maybe it's better on babies or something."

"Or like.. with a real person?"

"I guess?" You shrug, "I'm not, like, an expert on white noise. There could be some weird specification for- what are you doing?"

Eddie's arm curls around your shoulders, tugging you closer to him across the mattress. You stiffen in his grip and your eyes widen, your hands pinned at your sides as he crushes you to his chest.

"Shut up," He mumbles, "Put your ear on my chest."

"Eddie I don't think-"

"Just do it," He huffs, "I'm trying to do a nice thing for you."

You can't argue with that. You press against his chest first, slipping out of his awkward grip and readjusting yourself so that you're leaning comfortably over his lap. He settles against the wall behind him, the window still open on his other side, and your head comes to rest just above his heart.

You have to admit, the warmth that he radiates is much more soothing when paired with his natural heartbeat than your cold pillow is with a simulated one. Cold against your skin doesn't bother you as much, though, when it's the metal bands of Eddie's rings pressing into your back, just beneath the hem of your shirt that's ridden up. You hear the light thunk of his head against the closed portion of your window, letting out a deep sigh as you both decompress.

"Did I miss anything at school?" You ask idly, your eyes fixed on the frayed strings on the knees of his jeans.

"Uh, yeah. Like, a week's worth of work." He teases you, his fingernails digging into your skin lightly. You would be panicked, but you know he hasn't done it either, so you brush off his condescension.

"That's not what I meant," You berate him, "Like, anything interesting!"

"Some cheerleader got into a fight with her boyfriend in the cafeteria yesterday." He recalls, "And we all dared Dustin to eat one of the fries she threw at him 'cause it landed on the floor."

"Did he do it?" You feel bad for the poor boy, but the image of him succumbing to a stupid dare does make you giggle.

"Of course he did," Eddie laughs, "It was gross. There was, like, hair on it."

"Ew!" Your face wrinkles into a sour frown at the information and Eddie's chuckle reverberates through his chest, his hand pressing tighter into your back, "You guys are so mean to him."

"Hey, you were laughing too!" He reminds you, "Hypocrite."

You fall silent after his biting remark, but not out of hurt. It's more out of a sense of serenity, the first genuine bit of happiness you'd felt in days. You're reluctant to admit that his heartbeat is soothing you, but you're certain it wouldn't work if it was anyone else. It's not his heartbeat that's soothing you, it's his heartbeat that's soothing you, and you don't know how to tell him that without sounding like you like him.

And maybe you do, you realize, as your eyes flutter shut slowly against his chest, maybe you do like him. But you'll have to ponder that later, because he's murmuring a soft, 'Sleep for a bit, babe, then we'll get you some food.' and you're following his instructions to the letter.

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p-antomime · 2 years

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KIKI ❗❗❗❗ CHILDE WITH ❗❗❗❗ CHEST STRAP ❗❗❗ I'M LIVING FOR ALL THIS FANARTS WITH HIM AND THIS C-C-CHEST STRAP, this is so slutty from him . and, for being so slutty from him, i've been thinking, since the official art for his bday is out by hoyo, how it would be.......... to have childe wearing it while railing his s/o......... just thinking.

anon, your brain is so big and perfect, i love how you gave me the most tasteful thought

just think about: childe with his hands on your waist, holding you tight enough to almost bruise the soft skin, and your legs around his hips which at no time stopped forcing themselves against yours from the moment he managed to find the time to pull you onto the bed and shove his cock deep enough to have the tip kissing your cervix. he barely had time, however, to finish removing his own clothes properly, which meant that: the chest strap he had worn all day was still attached to his body, making the shirt beneath it seem ever tighter as the muscles in his arms flexed over your body.

ajax always had his own brutal, rough, fast pace to claim you as his, but today? today was a special day, his birthday, and it was a pity for him that he didn't get to spend as much time as he wanted with you until the present moment, when night fell and his body itself was begging for your lips, your hands, your thighs; anything that came from you.

you could feel him twitching more and more inside you, and the desperate way his hands tried to squeeze, caress, and feel every inch of your hot skin left no doubt how close childe was to cumming. his cheeks seemed to redden more and more, the only thought inside his head for the first time in the day was how good he felt inside you, with your walls milking him completely and swallowing him to the base; your slick mixing with his pre-cum and making a wet mess between your thighs, on his big fat cock, on the little "V" in his groin that led to his shaft.

one hand of yours desperately tried to reach for the chest strap attached to him, and as soon as you could hook your fingers into it, you pulled his body down until his torso was over your bust and your lips were almost on his, as if you were about to kiss him, and the little moan that escaped him, like the twitch of his dick inside you, made it obvious that he wanted you to kiss him until he could no longer feel his own lips.

"inside, ajax, do it inside," you gasped close to his mouth, your hand still tugging at his chest strap to keep him from pulling away and your legs locking around his hips even harder.

a good birthday boy should cum inside his girlfriend.

"fuck," childe moaned, feeling his cock twitching even more and his balls getting even heavier with the amount of cum they were about to pour into your tight hole, "no need to tell me twice, princess"

and what followed next was a strong, deep thrust that clouded his vision and stole all the air from inside his lungs. if childe didn't know your body so well, he would think he had fucked his way into your cervix and literally cummed inside your womb — and maybe he would have done that if he was using his foul legacy form.

his head fell back in delight and your name came out of his mouth in a loud moan, his hips thrusting a little harder against yours just to make sure he had made you take every last drop of his thick cum.

you pulled him by the chest strap again and this time kissed him deeply, trying not to let the rapid breathing of the two of you stop you from rolling your tongue around his.

"happy birthday, ginger-boy," you whispered and he grinned before speaking, "if it's my birthday, a double breeding is more appropriate, isn't it?"

— genshin masterlist.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #childe smut #childe x reader #genshin x female reader #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x reader #genshin x reader #childe thirst #ajax drabbles #ajax x y/n #ajax smut #ajax x reader #childe x fem!reader #childe scenarios #genshin ajax #tw.breeding kink

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synergysilhouette · 3 months

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Reimagining a Disney musical about "Rapunzel"

I started doing this with "Wish" and continued on with "Frozen," so why not do it for "Tangled"? My rewrites are more important to me, but spitballing these concepts are fun, too! I hope you enjoy what I have cooked up. BTW, I think the setting of "Tangled" was inspired by Germany, so I'd keep that for "Rapunzel"--though I wouldn't be as much of a stickler for the fashion here since the silhouettes and designs don't quite match up with my image for the characters.

Plot

The kingdom of Rampia is home to a witch. No one knows much about her, and no one dares ask. But one day, she disappeared, some say with her arms filled with gold. She vanished to the far reaches of the kingdom to an abandoned tower, coveting whatever she had like a miser. But what would happen when that secret escaped? What havoc would she wreak to get it back?

Principal characters

Rapunzel--Curious, athletic, and hungry for knowledge, she has lived in the tower all her life. Born with beautiful golden hair that is now beyond 100 feet long (and never gets dirty or matted), she was taken by the sorceress Gothel the day she was born. Despite Gothel's attempts to keep her at home, Rapunzel desires to see the world, and does so by escaping with Prince Rudolph, who one day manages to find the tower. While she returns to her family and forms a romance with the prince, the townsfolk do not take to her, seeing her as the daughter of a witch and destined to bring them unhappiness. They treat her similar to Pocahontas in her sequel film, both exotifying and fearing her, seeing her as inferior to them and yet more dangerous. Gothel retaliates to her escape and curses the kingdom with being surrounded by imprisoning the prince inside his own castle, using thistles to encase the area. She invites Rapunzel to come and save him, but warns that the young woman with have a reunion with her "mother" if she does so. The curse quickly turns people against Rapunzel even more, and she must venture into the maze of a castle if she wishes to rescue her love and his family.

Prince Rudolph--A handsome, cunning, sassy, and somewhat vain prince, he accidentally stumbles onto Gothel's tower, which was the last thing he wanted to do. Despite his skillset, he is easily frightened off, and the thought of coming face to face with a witch was enough to frighten him for life. He's actually got a soft spot for kids and animals, and can be quite helpful when the need (for him) arises. When he manages to capture the heart of the "witches' daughter," there is much debate, with concerns that Rapunzel put a spell on him, with whispers of getting rid of her (or even the monarchy itself) beginning to rise.

(Note: Have NOT established whether or not I'd make him Southern European or Middle Eastern in contrast to German. I'm just gonna keep his German name rn.)

Gothel--A woman who has lived long and seen much, she was denied a special herb by a man when she was pregnant, and was unable to save her child. In revenge, when the man needed an herb of hers for his own wife, she gave it to him in exchange for the child in her womb. She raised Rapunzel as her own, but as she began to look like her parents and act of her own accord, any affection Gothel might have felt for her turned to anger and envy for the child she lost, and abused Rapunzel mercilessly. However, she had grown so used to her company that she couldn't imagine life without her, and when she falls in love and escapes from the tower, Gothel vows to take everything from her until she's all she has left.

Music

All For You--A rather long song, dedicated to the heartbreak Gothel goes through to save her child all for it to be for nothing, and for Rapunzel's parents to trade her in order to save her.

Not Today--Similar to "Mother Knows Best" and "Stay With Me," Gothel continually stalls Rapunzel by outwitting her, thus proving she isn't prepared to leave the tower.

Fantasy--Rapunzel daydreaming about traveling, about how different the world is from what she's learned (because reading and experiencing are two different things), as well as Rudolph singing about his own dream of becoming king and how "easy" everything will be.

At Last--Rapunzel is finally free from her tower and able to explore the world that's no longer a fantasy in her mind. As she experiences the world with Rudolph, she realizes how much she's falling for him, and vice versa.

Never--Gothel attempts to bring Rapunzel back to the tower peacefully, but when she refuses, Gothel vows to take everything from her, saying "never say never; it's much longer than forever."

Be Strong--Rudolph sings this to comfort a scared Rapunzel as she works to free him and face Gothel, realizing that the world is just as dangerous as Gothel told her and feeling guilt for bringing Rudolph pain, though he states that with love comes pain, and that he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Tonight--The finale, a powerful ballad where Rapunzel reflects on all she's learned and seen, and how the next day could bring just as much trouble as the past few ones have, but tonight, she has peace, she has love.

Lemme know what you think! I don't hate "Tangled," but I'd have enjoyed some different things from a Disney musical about Rapunzel.

#disney #disney princess #tangled #rapunzel #disney animation #the arcana #lucio #gothel #lady tremaine

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