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His Girl~
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A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍
Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader
Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...
Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)
Words: 887
Oneshot under cut!
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"Dove, how would you like a bath?"
Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"
A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.
The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.
Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.
"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.
Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.
"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"
He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.
The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.
"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"
"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"
"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"
Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.
"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.
"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.
"Hm?"
"Don't stare, okay?"
"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"
My girl.
What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.
Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.
"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.
"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"
I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.
I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.
It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.
And in a way I was.
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do you have any characters in enstars you won't write for? :) also, what're your rules for requesting? ^^
Sfw: I'll write for just about anyone as long as the request stays clean.
Nsfw: Only characters who are 18+ in the current timeline. I will admit, I have written NSFW for Tsukasa before on a request(he is only 17) but I wasn't fully aware of his age and will not be writing any more NSFW for him.
As for rules, I have very few. Avoid requesting things like pedophilia, incest, gore, and NSFW relating to any character under 18. Topics like non-con, dub-con and yandere are fair game! I'm iffy about gender bending in general but any with Arashi is a no go, keep her as a woman yall. If you request something that I'm uncomfortable with, I'll simply delete the request.
Thank you for your time🤍
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Dances and Daydreams
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A/N: this is turning into a bsd blog😭 this oneshot is a part of this kidnapper nikolai au ive got going on (Quiz time! being the first oneshot) but its not like you have to read them in order or anything
Pairing: Kidnapper!NIkolai Gogol x fem!reader
Content: Nikolai asks you to dance, and daydreams fill your mind
Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of torture
Words: 522
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Another day, another torture session.
Not real torture, anyway. Not the kind you hear about on the news, the kind that makes you say "what's happened to the world?" and then move on with your day. No, Nikolais idea of torture was something else entirely, something I wasn't sure how to put into words
"May I have this dance?" He held out a gloved hand to me, the other tucked neatly behind his back. A cheeky grin was plastered on his face, his sharpened teeth geaming in the dim light of the basement. It was a look I saw regularly, one he gave often since we started this game of house.
Rules were simple: Play the role of the perfect girlfriend, as perfect you can be whilst stuck in this basement, and he won't kill you. It was a promise, sealed with a pinky swear and a sloppy kiss to my forehead.
"Of course, Kolya" I tired my best to smile, although it probably came out looking like a grimace. The nickname Nikolai made me call him felt sticky in the mouth, like when you eat too much cotton candy and it gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.
Cotton candy... that would be nice right now.
I placed my hand in his, allowing him to pull me off the bed and into his arms. The hand not holding mine traveled down my back, resting on my waist and gripping my gown tight. My own hand moved up to his shoulder, squeezing slightly. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it certainly wasn't comfortable, either.
We began moving, swaying side to side as Nikolai hummed a tune I didn't recognize. The rhythm was a slow one, something you'd hear at a high school prom, or a wedding. I tired to imagine us somewhere else, anywhere but this shitty basement. On the dancefloor at our wedding, him looking his best in a fancy tux, I imagined it being white, and me in a pretty dress, like the one I had been eying up at the boutique near my work. It would be a beautiful day, a little girls daydream.
My nightmare.
The fantasy shattered in my mind. The image of Nikolai in a ironed suit, hair neat and tied back, eyes not covered by layers upon layers of facepaint quickly turned into him now. His hair was a fizzy mess in his braid, his jester get-up torn and covered in who-knows what, his cakey makeup that still failed to hide the deep bags under his eyes. The wedding venue morphed into the basement, the bright lights transformed into the flickering of the single candle in the corner, my big, poofy dress was back to the lifeless gown I wore.
This wasn't a wedding, it wasn't a fairytale.
It might as well have been my funeral.
"Dove? Everything okay?" Nikolai suddenly stopped in his tracks, using a hand to tilt my chin up.
I had started crying, god I was stupid. Crying over a wedding that didn't happen, a man I would never love. Crying over a psychopath.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Let's keep dancing"
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Poker face
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A/N: i wanna write a death note fic....
Pairing: Husband!Fyodor Dostoevsky x fem!reader
Content: You husband, Fyodor, doesn't tell you much about himself. He says that his stories will just bore you, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
Warnings: toxic relationships, mentions of murder, fyodor is a warning in itself😭
Words: 521
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Fyodors eyes met mine from across the table, his cold gaze never leaving me even as he reached for his glass of wine and took a long sip. I watched his adams apple bob up and down with each swallow, the red liquid slowly disappearing from the glass. Our staring contest continued as he placed the glass down, leaning back in his chair resting his hands comfortably in his lap.
"How was your day, dear?" There was a smirk in his voice, even if it didn't show on his face. He didn't need to ask, he knew. He always knew.
"Fine" I blinked, keeping my face as neutral as possible. If I showed any cracks in my facade, he would have the upper hand. He would win. "Yours?"
"A bore" Fyodor sighed, moving his chess piece forward on the board. "Don't worry yourself, a worried wife is a useless one"
His words used to hurt me, burrowing like maggots into my brain and rotting away. Now I understood that I shouldn't take it to heart. That our marriage was a loveless one to begin with. That there was no reason to care for insults from a husband who only married me to use me as a tool in his game.
"Same for a worried husband, no?" I quipped back, moving my own piece. "Checkmate"
"You're learning" He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into the slightest smile. He didn't smile much, or at least, not a genuine smile. Whether this one was real or not, I had no idea. It looked more out of mockery than anything. "Shall we go to bed, or do you have more snarky comments for me?"
"It's only 9pm" I tilted my head to the side, eying up the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
"Is that an issue?"
"For a man who stays up all night working on something he won't tell me about, yes. Why so tired now?"
Fyodor sighed again, shaking his head and sending me a sharp glare. "Don't ask me questions you don't want the answer too"
A classic response. A warning, more like. Fuck around and find out, poke the bear and get eaten, or which ever cliché phrase you wanted to use. It was true, however. I didn't want to know what he got up too at his work-which he had told me was an office job that would 'simply bore me to death'.
But I had seen him leave late in the night, seen him return covered in blood, seen the headlines the next morning and heard the gossip from the woman in town.
A terrorist organization, the Rats they called it, revoking havoc all over the country. The leader had been spotted too many times to count, a sicky Russian man with a piercing purple gaze.
I wasn't stupid.
But I wouldn't pry, either. I had all the information I was going to get. Because if there was one thing Fyodor was best at, it was his poker face.
"Fine. Bed it is"
"That's a good girl, tuck me in, will you?"
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Mmmm Horny Rinne anon back here
While struggling to fall asleep last night a random thought came to me......... Breeding kink w Rinne....... Him whispering to you hows hes gonna put a baby or two (or three) in you oughh im going insane
wouldn't mind having rinnes babies tbh, seems like he'd be a good dad.
but he also fucks the shit out of u while making them, this man just screams breeding kink tell me im wrong. he's gonna cum in you at least 3 times and then use his fingers to plug you up and push it all in. maybe he'd even use an actual plug(like a butt plug but for ur pussy is there a word for that idk) to keep it all in after.
i like ur taste anon🤭
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Quiz time!
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A/N: took a small break but im back and im writing bungo fics. hope you enjoy
Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader
Warnings: dark content, kidnapping, mentions of animal violence, mentions of human violence, implied abuse
Content: Nikolais been keeping you trapped in his basement for 3 weeks now. What does he have in store for you today? You have no idea
Words: 1.0k
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"Oh darling! I'm home!"
The infamous voice of Nikolai Gogol shot through the basement, followed by the sound of his leather shoes creaking against the stairs. My head snapped up from its place on the pillow, watching him with wide eyes as he descended to the bottom of the staircase. The jester had a smile on his face, seeming all too giddy about... something. What that something was, I had no idea.
He was quick to skip over to me, looming over my curled up form under the covers, a hand buried deep into the abyss of his coat. He pulled out a bouquet of pink roses, shoving them under my nose. "For you, my dove" he purred, his voice dripping like sickly sweet honey.
I took them, albeit hesitantly, and examined them with a cautious eye. They were pretty, a light, pastel pink color with a white ribbon tied around the stems, and smelt like heaven. A sweet-but not too strong-floral scent that reminded me of the spring time. It was a nice gift, no one could deny that, but knowing Nikolai...
There had to be some type of ulterior motive.
"Pretty..." I murmured, holding the flowers close to my chest. "Thank you..."
I hadn't spoken much since I got here, only ever really muttering a word or two to keep him satisfied. He talked enough for the both of us, anyway, or at least that's what he had said when my lack of words first was noticed by him.
"Only the best for my sweetest dove! Now, come come, what shall we do today? You're probably just dying to have some fun, right? Aha! I know!" Before I could fully understand anything he had said, Nikolai pulled the covers back and lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he twirled around the basement.
"Quiz time!"
Quiz time. His way of asking personal questions on the justification that it was 'just a game' and 'there's no need to be shy". Sometimes he'd throw in random questions about Ukrainian literature, to which I almost never got right. I think that maybe he thought that asking a few general questions among all the pervy, personal ones would make me more comfortable, or less likely to catch on to the real meaning behind his game. It didn't.
I hated Quiz time.
Nikolai plopped me down on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of me. His teeth showed as his lips curled upwards into a toothy grin, head tilted to the side and eyes blown wide. Maybe that's just how he always looked.
"Question 1! What is your favorite color?"
It was such a simple question, childish even. Something a teacher would ask their preschoolers on the first day of school. Yet, it made my throat close up, heat beating faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. What was my favorite color? Did I even have one anymore? What was the point in having a favorite color if I was trapped down here?
"Uh..." I stuttered, eyes flickering around the room. Anywhere was better than Nikolais cold, mismatched eyes. "Purple... b-but I also like red"
Nikolai clapped his hands together, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips. "Wonderful! Gosh you are just too cute, I might simply combust! But then you'd be stuck cleaning my brains off the wall which I don't think you'd like very much, so I'll refrain for you, my darling"
Cleaning brains off the walls? He said it so casually, like it was a normal passtime for him. Was it? Probably.
"Question 2! What is your favorite animal?"
This one was easy enough, and a small smile creeped onto my face as I answered. "Kittys, I have a few at home. They're the best little guys"
My heart ached at the thought of my fur babies. How long had they gone without food or water? Without being pat or doted on? Did they miss me? Had someone taken them in or were they sitting at the window waiting for my return?
Would I return?
Nikolai squealed again, his smile growing impossibly wider, the tips of his lips nearly touching his ears. "Cats are adorable! So fluffy and cute and squishy! I would just love to squeeze them until their little heads popped off!"
He suddenly scooted closer to me, the space between us slowly decreasing until our knees knocked together. He brought his fingers up to my cheeks, pinching them as if I was a baby. "Just like you! Squish, squish, squish! So damn cute"
Our noses bumped together as he leaned in closer, those cold eyes hyper-focused on my lips. I felt like I might hurl as his hands trailed down from my cheeks to my waist, his fingernails digging into the flimsy fabric of the nightgown he forced me into my first day here. This was wrong. So, so wrong.
"Please" I whined, tears threatening to spill at any second. "Please don't"
I had been so lucky the past 3 weeks with him not touching me, not with sexual intent anyway. No kissing, no touching, no... sex. Nothing. He would ask his stupid questions, force me to play his stupid games, and lay with me in bed at night, but that was it. But now, it seemed my luck had finally run out.
"Question 3!" Nikolais voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, dove, this is the last question, so make sure you pay extra attention, mkay?"
Not like I had a choice.
"Who do you love the most in this whole wide world?"
There was only answer to that question. Only one answer he wanted, anyway. I had learned the hard way what the consequences of getting it 'wrong' were. It was so degrading, humiliating, dehumanising even, the punishment he had given me for answering with the wrong person. I wasn't keen to go through that again.
"You, Nikolai. I love you the most" I sounded robotic, like a puppet. Which in reality, I kind of was. Just a little puppet in his clown show.
"Correct! 3 for 3, you're so smart! Now, for the reward"
And then, his chapped, cracked, messily painted lips were on mine. It wasn't recpirocated, it wasn't even pleasant. It was gross, slimy, wet like a fish. Maybe I could pretend I was making out with a fish. That would've been million times better than this bullshit.
I hated it.
I hated him.
I hated myself.
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kanata shinkai mirror sex send tweet
foggy mirror sex! maybe you just took a bath together and he got a bit excited? who knows. he's got u bent over the sink, gently lifting your chin up to look at yourself being ruined. u can hardly see through the steam but it makes it just so much hotter.
kanata needs more people talking about him tbh
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holy moly
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Don’t tell Oda
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using a fucking machine on madara,,,,
usually madara doesn't have a submissive bone in his body, but if you do manage to convince to try it out, he's moaning and whimpering like a BITCH.
love dom madara, but every now and again the man deserves smth like this even if you plan on being a bit mean to him about it.
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🦎anon BACK with more brainrot exceot this time it isnt mao but its rei because you would think he would be talked about more than he actually is! (gn!reader below)
imagine youre ritsu + maos childhood friend and with being friends with them for so long of course youve met their families, including your self-proclaimed vampire friend’s hot older brother. i imagine having the biggest crush on him that mao picks up pretty quick but ritsus kinda in denial of, but has an idea. rei probably also knows, somehow. you never try anything with him though, out of respect of your friend and knowing his relationship with his brother. but that is until youre all having a sleepover at the sakuma residence and ritsu and mao are sleeping but you just cant drift off, so you go downstairs to grab a glass of water whilst still in your pajamas. down there you run into rei who finds you extremely hot with your tiny little shorts and old sleeping t-shirt. taking advantage of the fact that you like him, he lures yoy into his room where he absolutely ravishes you. youve probably came more times rhan you can even count on your hands, your body is limp and all you can do is take his big dick fucking you deep inside. you want to scream out but he has a hand covering your mouth, muffling your whimpers of his name. imagine all the hickeys and bite marks he’ll leave behind on your lower collarbone and chest too. i can imagine him whispering such degrading things in your ears too.. “you’re such a dirty bitch, getting off to my cock with my brother sleeping in the other room” “who wouldve thought my baby brothers friend would be such a slut for my cock” “stay quiet, you wouldnt want to wake everybody up, huh?”. afterwards he probably brings you a cup of water (you had left yours downstairs) and makes sure youve found a comfortable place to sleep with mao and ritsu in his bed (on a separate note: REAL BEST FRIENDS SHARE THE BED NO MATTER THE GENDER!!!) and goes on with his life. the next morning mao is lookingg at you and rei like 😟 and ritsu is like ??. oopsies!
sorry for writing a whole fanfic in your inbox , hope u enjoy tho !!!
rei my pookie wookie 🥺 dude isn't talked about enough i fear, whole reason I got really into enstars was because of big titty vampire man.
this ignited something within me Istg. the whole "sneaking around with your best friends older brother" thingy already appeals to me but with rei? yeah am creaming. he comes up behind you the next morning whilst mao and ritsu aren't looking, grabbing your ass and grazing his teeth on your neck, reminding you of the dirty activities you had engaged in with him and making you all hot and bothered again 🤭
might have to sneak off to do smth about that....
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poetryandfluffycats · 10 days
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happy acanthing, engstars
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poetryandfluffycats · 12 days
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I think something awakened deep within me when i saw rinnes new card for the alkurei event..... Need him in that outfit absolutely plowing through my insides, till ive milked him dry and till i cant walk for 1 or 2 weeks
he looks so mmmmmm in that card foaming at the mouth brb.
rinne is NOT kind in the bedroom. bro pounds u for hours and doesn't get tired? how? who knows
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poetryandfluffycats · 19 days
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hii i was the mao drabbler anon and im back with more mao brainrot
so last time i talked abt tying him up and riding him until he broke but now im imagining the opposite .. imagine youre at a fancy event and youre wearing this long beautiful dress and of course your supportive boyfriend loves it!! except its a bit revealing.. leaving him to stare at you the entire night imagining the things he’s gonna do to you later .. which causes him to have to leave to go to the bathroom numerous times to get himself to calm down (iykwim), but he cant help it! he loves his cute little girlfriend! when he gets you alone later that night its over. have fun sleeping that night (youre not) because mao is pounding into like there is no tomorrow. i can imagine him babbling things out like “‘m sorry.. you just looked so fucking pretty in that dress tonight” OMMFGGFFDHDHDSJSJ
also i just realized how long that was sorry you can ignore this but can i be 🦎anon pls because i WILL be back to bless the other mao thirsters (trust)
you can def be 🦎 anon!
when he's in the bathroom sorting himself out;) he doesn't let himself cum cuz he doesn't want to get all messy(plus he low-key wants to save it for you) so when you get home HES SO PENT UP. he's pounding into you the second you get in the door, babbling out apologises and praises as he shoots his load into you over and over again.
you cant walk after, whoops!
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poetryandfluffycats · 20 days
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imagine meeting with Natsume at his place thinking you're going to bang but he ends up yapping about magic showing you card tricks while his cats are nuzzle against both of you and you just end up being cutely romantic and domestic having a slumber party.
also i bet Natsume's pj's are the coziest he looks like he'd sleep in warm clothes with starry patterns and that he'd smell good when you cuddle...
eepy natsumes card when.
i could listen to natsume yap for hours tbh. being all "woah!!" and clapping at his card tricks even tho its probs the most basic shit u ever did see. being all lovey dovey and falling asleep in each others arms while ur wearing the fluffiest coziest pj's ever. so warm very nice.
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poetryandfluffycats · 21 days
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hi random question for nothing in particular would you write cucking fics -🍓 anon
if someone asked for it and i had the inpso for it then sure, i wouldn't be opposed to it
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poetryandfluffycats · 21 days
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Taking care of him~
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A/N: fish boi. this is way too short ahhhhhhh
Pairing: Kanata Shinkai x gn!reader(no pronouns mentioned)
Warnings: none🤍
Content: Kanata has fallen sick, and you've taken it upon yourself to nurse him back to health. That is.. if he'll let you.
Words: 291
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"Kanata, please! Just stay still for a second!"
"I am sorry, (name)" He murmured, his body flailing around on the couch as if he were an actual fish out of water. "But this is... so boring. Can you take me to the ocean now?"
You sighed, offering him the sweetest smile you could muster as you continued to dap a wet cloth on his forehead. Poor thing, his skin was hot to the touch and the sweat trickling down the back of his neck didn't help to disprove your theory that he was incredibly sick, even if he insisted he wasn't.
"I know honey, I know. I'll take you when you're all better. The ocean isn't going anywhere" You cooed, brushing a damp strand of hair out of his eyes.
"You are cruel, (name)" Kanata huffed, turning on his side and facing his back towards you, a childish behaviour that you couldn't help but let out a tiny laugh at. You'd never seen him act so bratty before. It was cute, in a weird way.
"Cruel? Me? I'm the one taking care of you dummy" You teased, gently poking him in the back. "How about this, if you let me take care of you, then we can take a bath together later. Does that sound good?"
Kanatas head perked up at the offer, a tired smile tugging at his lips. A bath? With you? Who wouldn't want that? He rolled around till he was laying flat on his stomach, looking up at you with those big green eyes of his. God, even when he was sick he still made your heart melt.
"Hm, only if you add bubbles"
You chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Of course, anything for you"
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poetryandfluffycats · 21 days
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HI this is my first request here well, it's more of an imagine i think but its something
hear me on this... cockwarming kanata .. i imagine he's got the sweetest and long whines and moans, his soft voice making it sound even better.. he begs and begs for you to move but you're just too busy with paperwork and tell him to stop being impatient..
great timing I'm about to post a kanata draddle oop-
imagine purposely clenching yourself around him just to tease him and he's all whiny. I imagine kanata isn't the type to break and beg all that easy so getting him like this is a great honour. pressing your thighs hard against his to trap him beneath you and to stop him from trying to thrust into you mwah
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