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five-miles-over · 11 months

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Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs

This isn't my bed.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself nestled in pine green sheets of sateen. How did I even get here? As soon as you sat up, your eyes darted about the room.

Large and luxurious seemed to describe the queen-sized bed you were sitting in. The bedroom had off-white painted walls, a large ebony dresser with a mirror that perfectly captured your reflection, and a three-paned window offering a view of an idyllic suburban neighborhood.

From there, you could see a clean yard with rose bushes and yellow dandelions, all behind a white picket fence. There was a walkway, leading up to what could only be assumed to be the front door. And there was even a little mailbox with a green flag.

You blinked in disbelief at the sight, and decided to turn your attention to the rest of the bedroom. The next thing that caught your eye was the nightstand, which was ebony to match the dresser. Maybe it was part of a set.

On the nightstand was a set of silk ribbons, a wristwatch, and a framed photo. You picked up the frame and saw yourself in a wedding gown, smiling while being hugged by a tall man with dark curls that framed his long, pale face. His eyes crinkled at the corner as he grinned, looking at the camera as if this were the happiest moment of his life. The two of you seemed so perfect together, maybe even in love. The photo was in black and white, so you couldn't say much about the color of his eyes. However, it was obvious that he was wearing a black suit with a lily boutonniere. Classy.

"Morning, darling!"

You looked up to see the same man from the photo, except his curls were dripping and he wore a fluffy, black bathrobe. It didn't take long for you to notice his striking cheekbones, and the besotted look in his eyes that almost resembled the way he looked in the photo. But in all fairness, the camera did not do his beauty complete justice.

He came closer to you and gently planted his lips on yours. He tasted of mint, and his skin smelled like rain. You slowly reciprocated the kiss, putting your fingers on his cheek.

"Were you taking a trip down memory lane?" The man fondly asked, glancing at the photo. "I still can't believe that was only two months ago. Can you?"

You shook your head.

He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your hair. "I'll finish getting dressed, and then meet you in the kitchen for breakfast."

You climbed out of bed, oblivious to a ring on your left hand. "Where...where are you going,...darling?" You swallowed.

"To work," he chuckles. "Can't be starting a Nexus Event at my own workplace." The man examines himself in the dresser's mirror. Then, he opens a drawer, retrieves a small pot of facial moisturizer, and dabs it on his forehead, rubbing it in circles. "You know the TVA, darling."

"The...Time Variance Authority," you mumbled, watching his reflection. "I should...I should go."

You hurried out of the bedroom, down a long hallway filled with pieces of generic artwork, and into a kitchen.

"What do you think of having pancakes this morning?" The man could be heard asking while you entered what seemed to be the kitchen kitchen.

As if the place were taken straight from the 1950s, everything - the oven, the fridge, the cabinets, and even the wallpaper - was completely pastel green, a shade of seafoam. Why is there so much green in this house?, you asked yourself.

Maybe it was because you watched too many sitcoms, or had seen too many vintage photos, but the first thing you did was put on an apron that had been laying around. And then, you opened the fridge, which was fully stocked with everything: a full carton of milk, a dozen eggs, various vegetables, some cuts of meat wrapped in butcher paper, and cheddar cheese.

Pancakes, you thought to yourself, taking the eggs and milk out of the fridge. Thankfully, there was an unopened box of pancake mix on one of the kitchen countertops. Yes it was strange, cooking breakfast for a man whose name you didn't even know, but he'd been so sweet to you. And maybe if you were on his good side, you could actually get some answers about who he was. "Hm..." A few moments later, while you were mixing the pancake batter in a large bowl, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. "I just can't get enough of you." The man's dulcet voice tickled your ears.

You laughed politely as he kissed your cheek. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed he was wearing a white button-down shirt , a dark tie, and brown dress pants that showed off his perfectly-tight ass. For a moment, it made you blush. Apparently, the man noticed...and promptly winked in your direction.

As you heated the pan and greased it with butter, you could hear the man pouring himself a cup of coffee or tea, and then opening a newspaper.

"I'm cancelling drinks with Mobius tonight," the man casually said. "Coming straight home after work."

Not knowing at all who he could be referring to, you scooped the batter into the pan and watched it sizzle. "Why?"

He flipped a page of the newspaper. "Because he's making me watch another set of boring trading videos today. It's tedious, honestly." The man smiles when the scent of warm pancakes reaches his nose. "What I wouldn't give to be back on our honeymoon."

"Me too," you lied, placing the golden-brown pancakes onto a plate.

The man set the news paper aside and walked up to you, stroking your hair. "Maybe, tonight...we could even finish what we started on our honeymoon."

"Oh?" You found yourself smiling while you flipped two pancakes.

He whispered, "We could continue trying for a baby."

Don't burn the pancakes. Do NOT burn the pancakes. Blinking, you placed the two new ones with the rest of them on a plate, trying not to let your hand tense around the spatula. "A baby..." You put the plate of pancakes on the dining table, gently pushing aside the newspaper.

Next to the paper was a laminated id badge. It read, 'Time Variance Authority, Name: Loki Laufeyson, Role: Variant, ID: L1130'. You swallowed. struggling to look away from the badge as you tried to understand who the man really was. "Loki?"

"Those smell amazing, darling." Loki sat down and drizzled syrup on the pancakes. Then, procuring a bottle out of thin air, he sprayed a large peak of whipped cream on top.

You handed him a fork and knife, watching him begin to eat.

"Mm!" He moaned, closing his eyes for a moment. "This is delicious! Mm, I knew I married the right woman."

"Married?"

Loki chuckled before feeding you a forkful of pancake, syrup and whipped cream. "I love you more every day, Mrs. Laufeyson."

You gave him a gentle smile while chewing. "I...I love you more, Mr. Laufeyson." You made two pancakes for yourself, turned off the stove, and ate them while sitting across the table from Loki. How could it be possible that you were married to the God of Mischief, the younger prince of Asgard, the frost giant?

While eating, you glanced at your left hand, surprised by the sight of an elegant emerald ring with a gold band placed on your middle finger. But before you could ask Loki about any of this, the God of mischief put his now-empty plate in the sink. "I'd best be off now." He put his arm around your shoulder and pecked you on the lips. "Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow."

Loki walked towards the door with a brown jacket and a briefcase. "Wait! Loki!" You followed him out of the kitchen. "You forgot your badge."

Loki smiled, tapping the left side of his chest. "Pin it here, darling." He watched you with nothing but pure, unadulterated affection. "What would I do without you?" When you'd gotten the badge on his shirt, Loki gave you one last kiss. "No matter what happens," he softly said your name, "never doubt that I love you. I'll see you tonight, darling."

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Here and Now (Husband!Ghost x Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Husband!Ghost x Wife!Reader (Papa!Ghost AU) Category: Fluff and Smut (18+) Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Swearing, Slight Roleplay, Implications/Mentions of BDSM, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie Word Count: 5k+

Summary: Simon surprises you on Mother’s Day. 😊

Author’s Note: Happy Mother's Day! 🌸 Lily is almost three in this fic while Tommy is ten months old. (BF/N) = “Best Friend’s Name”. I hope you all enjoy!

“HAPPY MAMA’S DAY!”

Lily’s small, sweet voice drew you out of your sleep. You fluttered your eyes open, smiling at the sight before you. Lily was carrying a plate of scones to your bedside, Simon trailing behind her with Tommy in his arms. You yawned and stretched, your legs shifting beneath the covers. You beamed as Lily tried to balance the plate in her small hands.

“Is this for me?” you smiled. She nodded and raised the plate above her head, the scones nearly sliding off. You placed a hand over your heart before you took the plate from her.

“I helped Dada make them!” she chirped. You set the plate on your lap before taking a bite. The dough was still warm and fluffy, the buttery goodness melting over your tongue. You hummed as you chewed it. Tommy gurgled in Simon’s arm as he reached his chubby hands for you.

“That was so good!” you sang. Lily squealed and clapped her hands. Simon stepped forward and laid a kiss on your lips. Tommy softly cried out for you, his hands still reaching out.

“Aw, Tommy,” you cooed. Simon bounced your son in his arms before resting him next to you. His rosy cheek squished against your arm as he tried to balance himself. You smiled and brushed the tuft of brown hair on his head. He gurgled as you helped him sit up, staring at you with his papa’s dark eyes.

“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart,” Simon beamed. You grinned and pecked his lips again. Lily began to reach for your scones. Simon chuckled, giving her a raised brow.

“You hungry too, Lil?” he asked. She flicked her hand away, hiding it behind her back while her eyes grew wide.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. Your husband grinned before scooping her up into his arms.

“Let’s go downstairs and get some breakfast, yeah?” he hummed. She raised her hands.

“Yay!” she cheered. You giggled. Tommy latched his mouth onto your arm, slobbering over your skin. Simon looked over to you.

“Want me to take him, too?” he asked. You looked down at the babe, his eyes sparkling as he gazed up at you in wonder. You shook your head, keeping your hand on Tommy’s back.

“Actually, I was thinking all of us could have breakfast in bed?” you suggested. Lily gasped.

“Bed! Bed!” she squealed loudly. Simon laughed.

“Well, you heard her. Let’s get our grub, Lil,” he chuckled as he rubbed noses with your daughter’s. She giggled as he carried her out.

“Bye, Mama! Be back soon!” she called, waving her hand as Simon went down the hall. You waved back before turning to your breakfast. You let your back rest against the headboard as you slowly chewed on your sweet-savory food. Your eyes flicked over to a card resting on your nightstand. Curious, you slid the card between your hands.

(Y/N)

You heard your husband’s lumbering footsteps grow louder as he walked in through the door. Lily jumped up into your bed, picking up Tommy and setting him in her lap.

“Do you want me to open this now?” you asked Simon. He shrugged before giving Lily her plate. She happily began to eat her scones, doing a little dance as she chewed.

“It’s up to you,” he said, taking his seat on the other side of the bed. You looked back down and tore open the envelope. Lily watched you curiously, Tommy drooled over his chin as he played with your blanket. You smiled at the dandelions that were pressed inside of the card. Lily’s eyes lit up as you took them out.

“I picked them, Mama!” she exclaimed. You smiled and brought them up to your nose, smelling the squished golden flowers.

“They’re very pretty! Thank you Lily,” you beamed. Your daughter smiled before squeezing you with her small arms. You kissed the top of her head, squeezing her back. Tommy huffed, annoyed with being squished by his big sister.

“Sorry, bubba,” Lily said before kissing Tommy’s cheek. He cooed softly, as Lily pulled him into her arms. You grinned and went back to the card, reading the message:

Dear (Y/N),

Happy Mother’s Day! You are such a brave, kind, and incredible woman. I’m so thankful to have you as my beautiful wife and the amazing mother of our children (who get their good looks from you, by the way).

You rolled your eyes at Simon. He chuckled, knowing exactly which sentence you just read.

I love you so much. I can’t wait to see the new memories we’ll make in the years to come.

Love,

Simon

P.S. Make sure you dress up for tonight. I have a surprise for you.

You raised your brows.

“A surprise?” you asked, tilting your head. Simon nodded, taking a bite of his scone. “Do I at least get a hint?” you giggled. He shook his head and swallowed.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he drawled.

***

“Thanks again for watching the kids, (BF/N)!” you called from the front door. Your best friend smiled as they sat at the table painting pictures with Lily. Tommy gurgled in his high chair, banging on it with his tiny fist.

“No problem. Have a good time you two!” they replied. You grinned before a sudden thud drew your attention down the hall. Simon was wearing his skull balaclava, the tattered, grim mask a sharp contrast to the crisp suit he wore. His phone suddenly fell on the floor as his eyes raked over you.

“Like what you see?” you purred, striking a pose. He dipped down and grabbed his phone, his eyes still on you all the while. His pupils were blown as he quickly came closer, his shadow overcasting you.

“You look gorgeous, darling,” he breathed, taking your hand and pressing it to where his lips would be. You chuckled and caressed his cheek.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Casanova,” you winked.

“Love you, Mama! Love you, Dada!” Lily yelled from the kitchen, waving her paintbrush in the air. You smiled and waved back.

“I love you too, baby!” you grinned.

“Love you, sweetpea. Be good for (BF/N), okay?” he asked. She nodded.

“Okay, Dada!” she chirped. Lily danced in her chair as she went back to her painting. Your husband turned back to you.

“Ready to go, Mrs. Riley?” Simon hummed while hooking his arm around your own. You smiled and pecked his cheek.

“Whenever you are, Mr. Riley,” you smiled. He waved to your friend before stepping through the door, walking you to the car. You smiled as he opened your door for you.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you replied with an exaggerated tone. You gasped as his hand slipped to your backside as you slid inside. “A little handsy, are we?” you mused. Simon simply shrugged.

“Not my fault you have such a cute arse,” he stated. You rolled your eyes as he closed the door.

Your heart fluttered with excitement on the drive over. It’s felt like forever since you’ve had a date that wasn’t just dinner at your table or a movie night in the living room. Your eyes trailed down to Simon’s free hand resting in his lap. You smiled as you slid your hand into his, your wedding ring reflecting off of the lights as he turned onto the motorway.

“Seriously, where are you taking me?” you asked. His eyes remained trained on the road as he squeezed your hand.

“Afraid that’s classified,” he droned. You sighed. Your shoulders raised as an idea popped into your head.

“What would happen if the information got leaked, hm?” you inquired, your index finger poking out to trace circles on his thigh. Simon’s fingers clenched on the steering wheel as his foot pressed slightly harder on the gas pedal.

“You’d be charged with insubordination,” he replied with a crack in his composure. His Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat as you continued to motion your digit across his dark slacks. You leaned over, your seatbelt tugging on you as you pressed your lips close to his ear.

“And what would be the necessary disciplinary actions, Lieutenant?” you whispered. You could see his resolve begin to crumble as you unlatched your hand from his grip, tracing your fingers over the top of his belt. You knew calling him by his rank or call sign was a quick way to get him riled up. Your husband cleared his throat.

“I can think of a few ways to deal with a disobedient soldier like yourself,” Simon responded, a dark shadow reflecting in his eyes. Your throat hitched as he trailed his fingers up your arm, goosebumps erupting in their wake. “One, I could have you bound and gagged,” he rumbled, his hand sliding down to your hand, tracing over your wrist. You bit your lip, your legs squeezing tightly together. His hand came and rested on top of your thigh, his fingers splayed across the bottom hem of your dress. “Two, I could search you…if there’s probable cause,” Simon murmured. His gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine as his fingers bunched up your dress. You shifted in your seat, face flush with a dark merlot as he exposed your upper thigh.

“A-And three?” you swallowed, eyes blown with lust. Your mouth went agape as the pads of his fingers brushed the inside of your plush thigh. His dark eyes glanced over at your desperate expression before flicking back to the road.

“Corporal punishment,” Simon grunted as he roughly squeezed your thigh. Your teeth captured your bottom lip, tightly encasing it at the pressure that grew between your legs. The pads of his fingers dug in deeply as he emitted a smooth groan. You moaned quietly, your core beginning to feel wetter the longer he touched you. Your eyes were lidded and mouth watering as he released his grip. You sighed as he rubbed the red marks before slipping his hand back to the wheel. His expression remained a mystery behind his menacing mask as he continued driving. Your chest heaved, his marks still sending a dull pain that melted into a pleasure that leaked into your heat. You wiggled your hips, leaving your dress still hiked up as you eyed him.

“Almost there,” Simon stated as he made a right turn. He peered over at you again, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. You bit your lip, your eyes flicking down to the beginning of a tent in his slacks.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me...Ghost?” you drawled, your hand cupping the inside of his thigh. You heard his jaw click, his fingers drumming across the steering wheel as he made another turn.

"(Y/N)..." Simon warned, his eyes locked onto you briefly. You gave his a coquettish smirk, hand hovering above his clothed cock. You yelped as he came to a sudden stop. Your brows furrowed as he chuckled, proceeding forward on the road.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Can't just blow through a stop sign," he shrugged. You pouted, then wiggled your hips ever so slightly.

"I'll show you what I can blow through," you muttered.

"What was that?" he mused, You opened your mouth, only to gasp when something caught your attention. Twinkling lights brightened your vision as you drove closer to a rather elegant looking hotel. A valet waved and came around while Simon put the car into park. You hid a laugh when the man’s friendly expression quickly became hesitant when your husband stepped out of the car.

“G-Good evening, sir,” the valet squeaked. Simon nodded with a grunt. He slid the keys into the valet’s hand before he grabbed a bag from the backseat. He walked around and opened the door for you. His eyes were dark yet warm as he watched you slip out of the car. Your heels clicked on the pavement as Simon helped you up. You looked up in disbelief at the intricate detail of the building. A large, crystal chandelier hung in the foyer as you two made your way inside, your arm wrapped around Simon’s. He chuckled at your bewildered expression.

“Happy Mother’s Day, love,” he said before pressing his masked lips to your temple. The receptionist, a brunette woman, smiled widely as the both of you approached.

“Good evening! Welcome to the Tour de Marbre!” she chirped, unphased by Simon’s appearance. You were still gaping at the decorations, watching as lobby boys and guests passed by.

“Evening. Reservation for Riley,” your husband stated matter-of-factly. She nodded before turning to her computer. She looked back up, her bright, blue eyes lit up when she saw you.

“That dress is absolutely lovely,” she complimented as she typed away. You grinned bashfully, shifting where you stood.

“Thank you,” you replied, your heels echoing along the polished marble floors. You looked up at Simon, wishing you could rip off his mask and kissing him deeply right then and there. His brown eyes met with yours as he squeezed your arm.

“You didn’t have to do this…this place looks so expensive,” you whispered worriedly. Simon tilted his head before leaning down to your ear.

“For you, my dear, it’s worth it,” your husband murmured back. Your heart nearly burst, warmth flooding into every corner of your chest. Just as you opened your mouth, the receptionist made a triumphant sound.

“All set!” the receptionist beamed as she slid two room keys to him. “You’ll be staying in Suite 808,” she hummed.

“Thank you,” Simon said. She nodded.

“Enjoy your stay!” she sang. You smiled, almost telling her the same thing before quickly sealing your lips. Both of you were quiet as you made your way up the elevator. The small enclosure smelled crisp as the doors closed gently. You immediately jumped up, not caring about any passerby who could walk in as you tackled him. He puffed out a quiet laugh as you kissed the sides of his mask repeatedly. “I take it you like your surprise?” he asked. Your grin was so wide, you thought the corners of your lips would have reached your ears.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” you breathed out. Simon smiled, holding you close as the elevator dinged.

“Of course, love. Anything for my lady,” he grinned. Your eyes scanned the hallway that was adorned with beautiful, dim lighting as you made your way to your room. Simon’s footsteps were nearly thunderous compared to yours as you moved through the labyrinth of rooms.

“Here we are,” he smiled. He tapped his card on the lock and the door clicked. You went to step inside, yet he kept a hand out. You knitted your brows.

“Hold on,” Simon said. You cocked your head as he slipped inside. He came back out, the bag removed from his shoulder. You released a small laugh when he showed you a silky cloth in his hand.

“Were you not kidding about the punishments you mentioned earlier?” you teased. Simon chuckled, though you didn’t miss the pink that filled his cheeks. He spun his finger in a circle. You sighed as you turned around, making sure to jut your hip out. You could practically feel him shake his head as he wrapped the fabric around you.

“You’re a little minx,” he muttered. You smirked, rubbing your ass against his crotch ever so slightly just to prove his point. Simon’s large hand gripped your waist. “Careful, love. Someone could see us,” he warned with a low growl. You tilted your head back, lips curled into a smirk. A low rumbling noise rose from his throat. “Such a naughty wife I’ve got on my hands. Maybe I should combine those punishments,” he rumbled while leading you inside, his hand sliding down to cup your ass.

Your heartbeat pounded percussively with each step you took. The scent of vanilla and rosewater immediately floods your senses, drawing you into a state of relaxation. Your body lurched forward slightly when Simon suddenly stops you.

"Let’s take our shoes off real quick,” he said. You nodded, hearing his dress shoes thud against the floor before he helped you out of your heels. You sighed when the cool air hit them, stretching your toes out.

“Alright. Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart,” he softly commanded. You nodded, biting your lip as he undid the knot. After the fabric fell, he stepped back. “Okay, you can open them now,” Simon said. You blinked a few times, your eyes adjusting to the shift of lighting. You nearly fell back into the wall. Before you was a plush bed sparingly covered in rose petals. Candles were lit on the nightstands, their soft glow the only light pouring across the merlot-colored room. You slowly turned to your husband, mouth agape. His mask was off now, resting on the dresser. He smiled with his hands tucked in his pockets.

“How…when?” was all you could mutter. He shrugged.

“I might’ve had a little help,” Simon said as he squished two of his fingers together. You crossed your arms.

“Johnny helped you, didn’t he?” you asked. His shoulders tensed.

“Maybe,” he replied curtly. You laughed before wrapping your arms around him.

“I love it. Thank you, babe,” you smiled. He grinned down at you, tilting his head so he could capture your lips in a deep kiss. You sighed and closed your eyes, soaking in his warm presence before his own arms circled around your form. Your heart raced as Simon pulled back, his eyes beaming as they raked up and down your body.

“What?” you giggled. His hands snaked down and grabbed at your ass. You squeaked as they moved beneath your thighs. Simon grunted as he carried you over to the bed, laying you down on the end. Your legs were draped over the rose-scented comforter as he hungrily kissed up the side of your face. You sighed blissfully when he took the shell of your ear in between his teeth.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Simon breathed. You shivered, a wave of arousal shooting down your spine and straight into your empty cunt. You bit your lip as he hovered above you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“Si,” you cooed. He smiled before kissing down your jaw and suckling where it met with your neck. Your legs spread on their own as you arched your back.

“Such a sweet wife, you are,” he muttered, his hands wandering from your shoulders to gently rub over your breasts. You squirmed beneath him and yelped when he flipped you over, exposing your back to him. You felt Simon’s strong thighs cage around your waist as he sighed, his fingers gripping the zipper. You swallowed and turned your head to the side, watching him with enlarged pupils. Simon purred as he slowly undid your zipper. He leaned over, lips dancing over the shell of your ear.

“Let me take care of you tonight, love,” your husband hushed. You wiggled beneath him as he finished with your zipper.

“Please,” you begged softly, body burning like a raging fire. You heard him make a noise of approval as he spread your loose dress around your shoulders. Your mind was in a haze, thoughts scattered as he peeled your dress down. He shifted above you and tossed it aside. His chest rose and fell as he stared at your nearly naked form, how your bra and panties perfectly hugged all of your curves. Simon looked at you like you were the most delicious, succulent dessert: and all for him to indulge.

“Everything about you drives me wild,” Simon purred, his fingers undoing the clasp of your bra. You shifted your thighs together as heat rose to your cheeks. He groaned when he flung the bra elsewhere, his fingers dipping down and tracing over the curve of your spine. You shook, the feather-light touch making your pussy start to flood with arousal.

“Every curve,” his teeth nipped down your spine, making you shiver. “Every scar,” his hands splayed over your hips, rubbing the flesh in circles. You gasped as he pulled your panties down, a wet string of arousal clinging between your folds and the fabric. He groaned, his lips coming even further down, kissing over the globes of your ass before stopping just above your cunt. “Every stretch mark…everything makes me want to fuck you right into this mattress,” his hot breath fanned over your lower lips.

“Simon, please,” you gasped out. Your husband grunted before he grabbed your waist and slowly turned you back around. Your heart nearly ruptured in your chest when he eagerly spread your legs farther apart, mouth nipping at the stretch marks that adorned the inside of your thighs. He eyed you, silently asking for approval. You nodded, thrusting your hips towards his parted lips. "Please, baby-I want to feel you so badly," you whined. He growled before licking his lips, his hands splayed on the inside of your legs.

"Finally, been wanting to get a taste of your perfect pussy," he rumbled. You shuddered as he leaned down, pressing light kisses over your clit. You squealed as his lips puckered around your nub, applying just the right amount of pressure for your core to ignite.

"Oh God," you choked. A wave of bliss rolled over you just like how you rolled your hips on his broad chin. He smacked his lips before slipping his tongue out, gently sliding it across your puffy folds. You moaned when he licked a long, languid stripe up your gushing slit, tapping your clit once he reached the top. The tip of his wet muscle repeatedly flicked at your swollen nub, making your thighs clench.

“Simon, baby-feels so good,” you keened while arching your back. Simon groaned as your slick gushed into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your engorged nub. You moaned and rocked your hips at a faster pace, your wetness smearing across his chin. His eyes fluttered closed, his face mirroring that of a man devouring the most savory cuisine. You cried his name when he nibbled on your clit, capturing it between his teeth.

"You taste so sweet, doll,” Simon rumbled before diving back in. He pressed a full, open mouth kiss over your cunt, moaning as the full, heady taste of you spilled onto his tongue. You mewled, your breasts jiggling with each uneven breath you took. He shook his head side to side. You could feel heat begin to bubble up in your lower belly when his fingers came down and spread open your labia. His eyes glowed at the sight of your dripping, puckering hole. Your entire body shook as his tongue lashed at your aching pussy. Your hands came down and clung at his locks, bunching them in between your fingers.

He kept your lower lips spread open with his thick fingers as he painted an array of wet, sloppy ‘I-LOVE-YOU’S’ over your soaked cunt. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head when he audibly slurped some of your arousal into his parched mouth.

“Si,” you cooed, your body shivering as you careened closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm. He hummed into your pussy before spreading your entrance open with his wet muscle. You cried and shook around him as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your walls, hungrily lapping at your juices. “‘M gonna cum!” you slurred, arms now squeezing the sides of his head. Simon only sped up at your words, his tongue lashing into your shivering cunny. The whole room spun as you felt your walls constrict around his tongue before your hips snapped up.

“SIMON!” you wailed, legs shaking as you came into his mouth. He greedily ate your nectar, drawing out all you had to offer him while you rode out your high on his face. His nose bumped into your clit, sending waves of overstimulation crashing over you as you cooed and babbled, mind completely drunk with ecstasy. You whimpered when your love pulled his face back. Your eyes widened at the sight of his lower face completely drenched in your juices.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how messy I was-” you blushed. You moaned when he took the slick off with his fingers and dipped them into his mouth. He hummed as he slipped them out slowly.

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. What you call a mess, I call dessert,” he sighed before licking his lips. Lava coursed through your veins and spilled into your dripping cunt. You watched he slid off the bed, quickly stripping himself of his crisp outfit. You bit your lip as he unbuckled his belt, his pants and boxers falling to the floor not long after. Your eyes raked over his sculpted body, landing on his cock raised to the dimly lit ceiling. Simon gave you a wry grin as crawled over top of you. He leaned his face down.

“Gonna go slow this time. That alright?” Simon asked as he crawled back on top of you. You nodded your head. His hand came up to grip your chin, his fingers and thumb squeezing your cheeks. “Use your words, hun,” he said.

“Y-Yes,” you mewled, your hands coming up to grip his scarred upper back. Your husband groaned as he kissed you deeply, setting his length down over your folds. It was burning. Simon nodded, locking his lips with yours he grinded his hips into yours. You gasped, fingers clenching deeper into his shoulders with each delicate stroke of his dick. You whined when he slowed to a stop, only to feel your mouth swell with drool as he guided the tip of his throbbing cock to your weeping entrance.

"You ready, baby?" he asked. You shifted your hips upwards, his cock threatening to slip past your tight hole.

"Fuck me...please," you begged. His dark eyes lit up with a hungry gaze.

"Yes ma'am," he chuckled. He sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed himself inside of you. Your fingers curved into his back as his bulbous tip pressed into your walls, spreading your cunt wide open. “Fuck-you feel so good, baby,” Simon groaned as he reached farther into your heat. Both of you gasped as he bottomed out, his full balls lightly tapping against your ass.

“Simon,” you keened below him, gripping onto his back for dear life. His lips immediately found yours, his kiss only igniting the heat that spread across your body.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” he asked with furrowed brows. You shook your head, lips curved into a smile.

“Y-You just feel so good-filling me up,” you gasped as you felt his cock throb against your cervix. Simon groaned before stealing a heated kiss from you.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted when he parted from you. You playfully took his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling on it gently. A deep rumble erupted from his throat as he began to pull his cock out. You felt your skin tingle from head to toe as he rocked his hips into you at a slow, tender pace. The vanilla and rose-scented room began to mix with the smell of sex as Simon raised your legs slightly, spreading them further with his leviathan grip. “So perfect, so good to me,” he growled as he began to pump into your pussy more deeply.

His cock stroked your gummy walls so deliciously, hitting the right spots every time. You keened and threw your head back as he pounded up into your g-spot, euphoria bursting from your core. Your sex squelched lewdly with every single hearty thrust, your slick from earlier gushing from where his cock was pistoning into you.

“Love you, Si. Love you so much,” you keened. Simon’s eyes snapped open, his pace relentless as he dove down to hungrily kiss your lips. You felt him fall towards you, spreading your legs farther up, causing him to sink even further into your clenching walls.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Love you-” his words were cut off when your walls spasmed around him, hugging his cock in a vice. Simon continued to pump his cock into you, helping you ride out your second orgasm. “That’s it, that’s my girl,” he cooed as you writhed below him, jaw slack as your body trembled with a warm ecstasy. You felt so heavy and light at the same time as your high began to fizzle out. The sound of your wet sex being relentlessly fucked would’ve made you blush had you not been swimming in a pool of bliss.

“Gonna cum soon, sweetheart. Where do you want me?” your husband asked, his head kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips. You moaned, his words seeming distant in your euphoria-clouded mind.

“I-Inside,” you slurred, your face painted with a deep crimson. He nodded before going into overdrive, pistoning his hips into you with a feral hunger. Simon growled when his whole body tensed, cock twitching inside your plush walls as he released rope after rope of his thick cum. He thrusted into you a few more times before slowly pulling out, his cock softening. He dramatically collapsed next to you, his lips quickly finding your cheek as he enveloped you in a bear hug. Both of you remained quiet, the only sounds in the room being both of you gasping for air.

“That was, that was incredible,” you smiled. Simon mirrored your expression, his eyes twinkling as he rocked you in his arms.

“Maybe we should do this every once in a while,” Simon said. You turned to face him.

“Have sex?” you teased. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You know I can’t resist you for that long, love,” he mused before pinching your asscheek. You scoffed and slapped him playfully. “No, I mean getting a hotel room and having the night to ourselves,” he stated. You hummed.

“That sounds lovely,” you sighed. He smiled, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “But…” you began. You were pleased when you emitted a gasp from him, guiding him to rest on his back before you straddled his hips. His brows shot up when you rubbed your soaked folds over his flaccid cock, a concoction of your slick and his cum smearing across his length. “Why don’t we focus on the here and now?” you asked coquettishly with a slow roll of your hips. His hands wandered up to your hips, his cock throbbing beneath your lewd ministrations.

“I like the way you think, Mrs. Riley,” Simon murmured with a wry grin.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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lunarmoves · 5 months

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a sigh leaves your lips as you lay back against the grass of a small hill, basking in the oozing warmth from the sun above. a gentle breeze glides by and causes stray strands of your hair to wave around your face. they tickle at the skin of your cheeks and forehead. there’s a certain quietude to the air, broken only by the occasional bird or rustling leaves from the gingko tree sitting at the crux of the hill.

you could stay here for hours, you think, as you watch puffy, white clouds lazily making their way across a bright blue sky. just relaxing and enjoying one of the many things nature has to offer—a beautiful spectacle free of charge. unappreciated in these contemporary times.

the soft jingle of bells catches your attention before a hand appears in front of your face—stark against the sky’s backdrop behind it. two metal fingers pinch something together between them. like he had plucked it right from the very hill you sat upon.

“what is this?” moon’s voice is low yet inquisitive, holding the stalk of the plant in his grasp.

“oh!” you sit up with a little gasp of delight and turn to face him sitting cross-legged by your side. “it’s a dandelion!”

“it does not look like one,” he says flatly as he brings it closer to his face in observation. he spins it around carefully, rotating the stem between his fingers.

you chortle. “well, no. this one’s at the end stage of its life cycle. see the fluffy white bits? those are seeds.”

moon’s head tilts slightly to the side, a click coming from his faceplate. “seeds?”

“yeah, humans blow on ‘em to make a wish. it’s a superstition,” you tell him and lean back against your palms propped up behind you.

moon hums—soft, dolce—and holds the dandelion in front of his static smile. he makes a motion like he’s taking a breath, then slouches forward slightly and spins his face around in a rather pouty manner. “no lungs.”

you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “sorry, bud.” you offer him a consoling pat on the arm and he deflates even further. drama queen. “hey, tell you what. you make your wish and i’ll blow on the dandelion. it’ll be a team effort. sound good?”

moon makes a sound as though he’s considering your offer, but it doesn’t take him long to agree. “deal,” he says simply and holds out his hand so that the dandelion hovers before your mouth.

you offer him a grin, and then you inhale deeply before blowing on the aging dandelion. its seeds scatter in a puffy cloud of white, taking to the sky as the wind carries them up and away in an aimless dance. moon watches them carefully as he ponders upon his wish and then—

and then moon opens his eyes.

the daycare is dark. quiet. alight only from the artificial stars above. his gaze moves about, slowly, steadily, painting his surroundings in ruby. he sighs and it gets lost in the stale, open air.

moon thinks about you. he thinks about the outside world with its blue sky and flimsy flowers. and he thinks about a wish, clutched deeply to his chest. a wish involving you and him together, sitting on a hill. watching clouds drift by on a summertime breeze.

#im in agony btw #dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #moon x reader #moon x y/n #moon x self insert #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #moondrop x reader #moondrop x y/n #moondrop x you #moondrop x self insert #fnaf dca x reader #shay scribbles daydreams #and goodnight

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astralnymphh · 8 months

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⋆.ೃ;aestra's footnotes V. 🦢

ellie laying on your lap hcs ♡

(pic kinda relates to the hcs if u ignore the blood 🥴)

content; fluff, specific scenario, tlou universe, joels alive

an; giving you guys all my pure, fluff thoughts before dumping my gloomy ass angst within a week 🤣

𖤐. spots you taking a break during patrol, slumping down the base of a rigid trunk, and immediately scrambles over with tired knees. plop goes the side of her head on your cushioned thighs. she don't ask. don't ask why. let her bee 🐝

☠︎︎. lovesss the girls with big thighs, and small thighs. either way, they replicate two fluffy pillows, and that's all she needs. also loves running her fingertips between the bottom crevice lining your thigh-and-the ground. her love language is touch. 100%

𖤐. will inevitably begin to squeeze and prod the fat of your inner thigh with needy fingers, murmuring "hmmpp, so soft.." in that husky tune, cause she. is. in. heaaavenn.

☠︎︎. godddd, can't you just envision her pursed smile when your fingers begin to twine with her timber auburn strands, in reaction nuzzling her nose closer to your leg and poking you. a few gusts of chopped air hitting your thighs when she chuckles. "yuhhpp, keep doin' th-t.." rasped ellie, muzzled in the warmth of your thigh.

𖤐. your bored eyes catch sight of the dandelion cluster birthed from the stumps surrounding grass. hmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking? yeah. you start plucking the flora and threading it through her locks. ellie's tired ass doesn't notice the strange ruffling in her scalp at first 'till a blotch of lemon yellow clouds her peripherals.

"what the h-" her eyes screw over to you, head rotating.

you pivot her back with a firm, but loving, grip, "stay still."

"are you for real putting-"

"yes."

"tchh-" she hisses out into the air, "it's just gonna fall out.."

"but it's worth it."

"mhmm.. but you'd look way better, l'mme do it-"

☠︎︎. sometimes, instead, she'll laze between your tempered legs and slants her head on your thigh. it's cozier this way. oh my god and the way her lashes would graze your skin lightly.. goofbye..

𖤐. falls asleep sometimes and snores on you. probably drools cuz I said so. anyways, you flick her on the head to wake her up like "els, u're drooling again." and she just pretends like it never happened. "wha- whaattt.. nope, i did not. dunno' what u're talking bout babe."

☠︎︎. other times, she'll lounge the back of her head there, staring up at you and the ether that crowns your head high above. ellie rejoices in the seraphic depicture that is your face. so, god, whenever she gets a long glimpse of you, her worries wash away, and forgets the troubles lacerating at her composure. it feels like fireflies dancing on her freckles, midface heating up whenever she's with you in this position. heaven in her world.

𖤐. hair always gets rustled up when she lifts her weight off, and no, she doesn't bother to fix it. treading around the patrol route, looking like she got jumped by five infected.

☠︎︎. one time, you guys succumbed to slumber on joel's sofa with ellie, her head on your lap per usual. bro strolled in and caught you two like this, snapping a photo with his clunky ass vintage camera and then would show it to ellie the next morning, whispering, "pshh, bunch'a sleepyheads."

(gif from elliedisorder)

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#ellie williams #⋆.ೃ;cuddly ellie 🔛🔝#ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x fem!reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x reader

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mushm00nsblog · 4 months

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“A flower for you, my dear!”

Featuring: venti x reader, lyney x reader, ayaka x reader and lisa x reader (separate)

Synopsis: you’re on a date with them, when they suddenly give you a flower! how cute <3

Warnings: fluffy! Readers are already dating the character, reader is an implied female but there isn’t any pronouns used! Pet names ‘cutie’ and ‘dear’ are used! (Edited and refined)

Mush’s two cents: hello! this was just a cute lil idea for all these flirty genshin romancers that came to me as a shower thought. I originally thought of only the lyney one, but then I was like “erm I just wrote for lyney?? I need more characters!” and thought long and hard (it took me a few seconds) to come up with these. I wanted to make them all have different stories but make them off of the same concept, so I’m sorry if the repetition of the flower quote as you’ve seen before gets old... alas! I hope things appeal to your expectations. enjoy!

venti

You swung your legs back and forth slowly to the melody venti plays beautifully for your ears only on a branch of the Windrise tree.

His eyes were closed as his experienced fingers plucked the strings, you watched him closely, sighing an admiral sigh as you take in his painting-like appearance.

A sudden breeze flows up through the open air, and you watch as the god of anemo’s braids flow along with it— allowing the wind to guide your hair in the same direction as well.

The breeze doesn’t last long, but by the end of it, you eye a flower flying towards your direction, not batting an eye at it as all that mattered right now was your rhythmic lover..

Suddenly, right as the flower flies past both of you in the current, venti sticks an arm out to catch it swiftly, ending his lyre playing abruptly and pulling you out of your trance.

“Oh look! Here’s a flower!” He exclaims when he grabs it out from the gushing winds grasps.

Venti holds the flower up to you, chuckling softly as your expression changes to widened eyes, clearly not expecting that. “For you, my dear.”

The wind had stopped and all that you’re met with is ventis eyes, his hand extending a lovely Dandelion up to you.

Your cheeks warm up as you take the flower from his hands, smiling sweetly before looking back up into your lovers eyes.

“Thank you, venti..” you speak, softly, watching your lovers eyes flutter closed once more as he picks up a different melody on his instrument.

Afterwards: “venti! how’d you grab that flower so quickly?” “ehehe.. who’s to say I wasn’t the one that sent it this way?”

Lyney

Having not had seen your boyfriend, lyney for a while, you both opted to make time for each other at your place, setting up a comfortable space on your sofa for some quality time.

You were both on separate cushions, a card game of Genius Invocation TCG plastered out on the center cushion in the middle of you guys.

As far as it seemed, you were winning the card game so far, having all 3 of your cards still playing as only two of lyneys were left.

He let out a playful gasp when you took down his first card, having him looking up at you with a little pout before he resets his facial expression to his usual smile.

“I admire your handiwork!” *he says with a playful glint in his eyes, before he suddenly looks as if he’d noticed something.

“Hey.. what’s that behind your ear?” he questions, making you take your eyes off the card game and focus on what exactly is behind your ear.

He leans forward, moving his hand behind your ear, reaching for something before pulling his hand back into your view, holding a rainbow rose!

Your eyes beamed as you gasped. “Oh look at that! It’s a flower!” he exclaims, putting on an act as if he wasn’t the one that made it appear. “For you, my dear”

You take the rainbow rose into your hands excitedly, your eyes shining as your admire the rose, blushing softly when your eyes meet his as you remember the meaning behind gifting rainbow roses.

“Thank you lyney!” You thank him, excitedly leaning in close to him and hovering over the cards to place a quick kiss to his cheek. “Let me go put this somewhere safe now..”

With that, lyney nods and watches you walk not too far away, placing your lovely new rainbow rose in a vase and setting it down on your coffee table in front of the sofa.

“There!” As you set down the flower, you admire it proudly, taking your seat a few seconds later.

“hey! what happened to my cards??” “now you see it now you don’t! looks like I win!”

Ayaka

You watched mesmerizingly as Ayaka finishes her Sakura Bloom Dance in Chinju forest, applauding once she finishes and watching her bow with a sweet smile on her face.

“Wow, Ayaka… I’ve seen this dance so many times.. but each time I see it I’m always amazed.” You say, sighing out when you finish speaking, and she lets out a little giggle at your compliment.

“Thank you, I do appreciate your admiring.” She replies sweetly. “There is something different about this dance in particular though..”

When she mentions that something was different about the dance she performed this time, you were lost. You hadn’t noticed anything but to be honest, you also felt like nothing changed about it.

You tilt your head, straightening out a bit as you wonder what she’s referring to, inevitably drawing a blank and asking her what it was.

She chuckled softly, looking off to the side and opening her fan to block her face before walking towards you, hiding something behind her back.

When she reaches you, she pulled out a bouquet of Sakura Blooms, handing them to you with her face hidden behind her fan.

“These flowers are for you.. my dear.”

Once you take the flowers: “ayaka? are you blushing?” “ah.. perhaps— maybe a little bit.”

Lisa

You often find yourself in the Favonius Library, reading countless of books all afternoon alongside your girlfriend, Lisa when she voices her complaints about nobody coming into the library as of late.

It had turned into a regular occurrence, and now the two of you find yourself here for dates as well.

That brings you to where you are now, sharing some tea with your lover whilst reading separate books at one of the library tables.

You had your head down in a book when she closed hers, letting out a yawn before she begins to play with some electricity in her hands.

Noticing her immediately once she closes her book, you pick up your head and look at what she’s doing, noticing that she’s forming something out of electro!

“Oooh what’s that, Lisa?” You ask, leaning forward a bit.

She looks at you once she notices you’ve seen what she was doing, her usual smile appearing on her face as she forms the object she was making quicker and placing it on the book you were reading.

“Hm..? See for yourself.” She says, pointing towards the object on your book before leaning her hands on the table, watching you look down to see… a purple rose!

“Wowww..! It’s so pretty!” You say, reaching your hand out for it before feeling a sudden zap against your fingers- making you pull back with a gasp and look at your hand.

Lisa only chuckled when she watched this, making you blush a bit out of embarrassment.

“Did you feel the spark, cutie~?”

Afterwards: “lisa! thats not funny!” “awh.. well what did you expect cutie~?” “..staaaaaaahhhp…”

aaaaaaah it’s currently 1:50 AM 😭😭I’m so sorry if this is out of character or doesn’t make sense, I was a little out of it while making it tonight since I’m a bit tired.

Reblogs are deeply appreciated!

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takumifujiwarastan · 2 months

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dandelions

pairings: teen!satoru gojo x reader genre: fluff warnings: bad grammar and not thoroughly read through, so lmk if there r mistakes :3

based on the song Dandelions by Ruth B

a/n: gojo was voted for the next fic to be written, so here ya go!!

maybe its the way you say my name

"y/n~!" you hear the sing-songy voice of your classmate satoru as he runs up behind you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

maybe its the way you play your game

you laugh at his eagerness, turning your head to meet his crystaline eyes. a tingling sensation fills your body, a warm feeling gracing your cheeks so slightly as you notice how close you are to him. his voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "it seems as though a gift from the heavens has been bestowed upon you..." he says in a playful tone as his hold his arm out in front of you, a can of your favourite drink in his hand.

"and who's that for?" you inquire, a teasing tone in your voice. "you, pretty." he replies slyly, a playful smirk on his face. you feel the warmth increase in your cheeks upon hearing the nickname, your heart swelling at the thoughtful gesture and his casual use of the term of endearment he used. his actions made your eyes shine and heart flutter.

but its so good, ive never known anybody like you

"lets go for a walk or something, im tired~" satoru whines, leaning more and more of his body weight on you in a dramatic fashion. you giggle at his antics, shifting your feet to stabilize yourself to support him as he continued to practically fall on you. by now he was leaning over your smaller frame, and he loops an arm around your waist so you dont fall under him. his eyes locked with yours and his face was just inches away.

his lips curl into a sly smirk as he eyes you over the rims of his circular sunglasses. "y'know, i wouldn't mind staying like this..." he remarks with a teasing tone in his voice. you push him away from you, straightening yourself up before starting to walk ahead of him. "oh, knock it off. c'mon, lets go for a walk then." you say, quickly dismissing his suggestive actions in an annoyed way but your rosy complexion did not aid your argument.

despite only being classmates, good friends even, you wish his actions meant more. that there was real emotion behind the terms of endearment he bestowed upon you. reciprocated feelings behind his soft touches and little gifts. you wanted this relationship to be more.

but its so good, ive never dreamed of nobody like you

he caught up to you was you began to walk, falling in step with you was you walked down a pedestrian path to a nearby park. the afternoon sun was high in the sky, small fluffy clouds dotted the otherwise clear blue sky, and a cool breeze pushed them along in the sea above.

you were sipping on your canned drink as you walked down the path in comfortable silence, listening as the tree's leaves rustled together when their branches were swayed by the wind, as sacadas sang and birds chirped to each other in their leafy lofts.

you disposed of your empty can in the nearby trash can, returning to the path and seeing as the path went further, winding past patches of trees and a wide expanse of field.

"satoru, look!" you called out behind you as you started to run down the path, darting to the wide green that awaited. you hear him call out to you from behind you and his footsteps increasing in pace as he starts to sprint after you.

ive heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

you laugh as you look behind you, seeing the white-haired man hot on your tail and you pick up pace, the green expanse widening in your view as you approached it faster.

the path now turns at this point to continue along a row of houses and trees, but you stray off and run into the field, where thousands and thousands of yellow and white flowers dot the vast and endless green. by now satoru has caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder as he runs past you and further into the field. you laugh and run after him.

and im pretty sure that you are that love of mine

he slows to a stop, leaning down and picking something up but you cant quite see what it is. panting, you catch up to him, tapping him on the shoulder as he did to you, your head tilting slightly in confusion. he turns around tentatively, revealing a full, white dandelion. he extends his arm out, presenting the flower to you like a proud third-grader. you chuckle as he does this, meeting his eyes as if to ask what his intentions were.

"make a wish, y/n." he says, gesturing to the dandelion, a soft tone in his voice as he waits for your response. you giggle softly, leaning towards it and closing your eyes, going through with this childish act. in your mind, these words echo around...

"i wish, satoru... that you'd love me the same."

im in a field of dandelions

you open your eyes, exhaling and blowing air toward the flower, the seeds beginning to waver and detatch from their stem, spreading into the air as the breeze carries them into the sky.

"whatcha wish for~?" satoru asks in a playful slyness. "not telling~" you respond in the same tone. "your turn now!" you say eagerly, leaning down and plucking a tall stem of the fluffy flower wand.

wishing on every one that you'd be mine

you carefully lean back up, flower in hand, turning to face satoru again, when you feel a pair of lips on yours, and a hand softly cupping the side of your face. you freeze in place, stunned, your heart bursting as you slowly melt into his touch.

he pulls back, clasps your hand with the flower between his. "i wish, y/n. you'd love me the same." he says softly, then blowing onto the fluffy flower, its seeds floating through the air and mingling in the sky with the ones from before.

you look at him, stunned, as he watches the pieces of the wishing flower drift away into the bright sky. he turns back to you, his eyes locking with yours.

i see forever in your eyes

he smiles, his thumb softly brushing over your cheekbone as his eyes stay locked on yours. "i hope my wish comes true" he breathes out, before slowly reconnecting his lips with yours again. this time its slower, more sure. you melt into his touch, your heart swells and your cheeks warm up.

he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours as he stares so lovingly into your eyes. "y/n, you have no idea how much i love you." he says breathlessly, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "and how many times ive been wishing you loved me the same-" "i do, satoru." you cut him off, causing him to open his eyes, a slightly surprised look on his features.

"i love you more then you'll ever know."

i feel okay when i see you smile

a bright smile spreads across his lips, his eyes brightening in turn as a breathless laugh falls from his lips. its like all my doubts and inhibitions melted away at his confession, and now just his smile made my heart flutter in turn. "will you let me continue loving you... as my significant other?" he asks, your eyes meeting with his again.

"yes... yes i will, satoru gojo." you breathe out, a smile spreading across your features as you look up at him, and he kisses you again. you spend the afternoon in each others arms, in the field of dandelions.

a/n: gAH HOW'D I DO?!?? NEVER WRITTEN FOR GOJO BEFORE!!

requests r open :3

#jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujustu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #teen gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #young gojo #fluff #trending

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daydadahlias · 2 years

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Whatever you do…do not think about Luke braiding Calum’s hair back when it was really long during quarantine

Why would you say this to me

#pigeon #i can and I will think about it #I just in general #like to think abt fluffy dandelion quarantine cal #Luke fluffing his hair and playing with it #pushing it out of his eyes #i loveeeddddd Cal’s quarantine hair

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devotedcrook · 2 months

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zhongli x fem! reader ( 18+ explicit )

smut / lemon / heavily lewd ─── she/her pronouns. fucked silly, creampie, breeding, dirty talking, degradation and praise. sweet talking, fluffy, established relationship, pet names. zhongli being a caring dom, [name] being a needy sub. mondstadt reader. you can also read it on ao3! sweet tempation (of god and mortal)

ᅠᅠ“AH!” [NAME] CRIED OUT, riding his fingers from her place on his thigh. she was trapped within his embrace, access denied from moving her limbs. she panted heavily as she whined loudly, his fingers moving inside her pussy being a literal heaven to her heated body.

“shh,” zhongli hushed her, almost cooing at how adorable she looked. she was completely at his mercy, hips gyrating in abandon for more friction. he loved the power he had over her, taming her fiery spirit into a puddle of nerves. “you don't want us to get caught now, my little dandelion?”

the nickname he gave you always made your heart beat faster. in the context of their activity, it only caused her core to drip with more of her fluid, drenching his hand as if he gather water from bishui river.

this time, he audibly purred and gather her into the warm embrace of his arms, inserting a third finger inside her. she moaned relentlessly, slumping to him as she tried to cherish his touch, imprinting the sensation of his fingers to her memory.

“such a good girl, my perfect little slut,” he cooed as he kissed her cheek, mouth trailing and lingering besides her insatiable lips. “spread your legs for me, darling.”

[name] was so shy when she took a deep breath and parted from him. cheeks aflame in a lovely blush, reminding him the sakura trees from inazuma island. so pretty, so cute, so adorably his. she laid back down on the grass, her soft body illuminating a argent glow from the light of the selene ─── zhongli could only think of how utterly exquisite she was, how beautifully perfect did her imperfections made her.

she spread her legs open for him, looking at him with a unsure expression. zhongli wanted to take all her uncertainties and fight them head on, make all her fears crumble. her dripping sex was a sight to behold, and he inhaled deeply when the aroma of her arousal greeted his senses, sweet and alluring as was she.

he immediately dived in, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his broad shoulders. his mouth locked around her drenched core, causing [name]'s back to arch with a cry. zhongli hummed merrily across her folds, licking and slurping like a man depraved from water, thirst unquenchable and a want for more.

“zhongli! zhongli!” she tugged at his dark hair, grinding her core across his face. “fuck ── oh, fuck!” she cried, mouth agape when a long and loud moan escaped from her throat, her body trembling from all the pleasure.

the dragon of liyue growled, a sound almost animalistic in her ears. she felt herself at the edge of her peak, heart beating faster than a mile. he grabbed her hips and shoved his face deeper into her cunt, tongue prodding her sensitive muscles, and licking any substance that had her legs tightening around his head.

his tongue was rough, drawing slow circle around her clit, dipping down to prod at her entrance, and thrusting in. he closed his eyes and let his instincts do the talking, moaning into her as he drank her juices. [name] arched off the ground and sobbed when his gentle actions turned aggressive, his teeth nibbling around her flesh as he trusted his fingers inside her, drawing a whine out of her.

“that's it,” his baritone voice made her walls clench around his digits. “give it to me, love. give it all to me.”

the dum broke, and [name] was officially sent over the edge. tears trailed down her face as she sobbed, grinding on his face and trying to get his fingers deeper inher, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. incoherent blubbering could only be heard as zhongli thrusted his tongue and fingers inside her, gathering all her nectar for him to consume. her liquor dripped from his face and to the ground, droplets running down his neck and towards his torso. what a beautiful mess, the scent of her prominent in the air, marking his own body as hers.

[name] panted, her arms weakly tugging him upwards. zhongli chuckled and nuzzled into her throat lovingly, placing open-mouthed kisses along her sweet flesh while his little dandelion wrapped her arms around him, surging him down for a indolent kiss. he groaned into her mouth, arms wrapping around her frame protectively as their hearts synchronised under the gaze of the moon, their voices carrying harmonies of love across the breeze.

the kiss turned frenzied, [name]'s hands going all over his body. she touched everything she could, from his hair to his neck, from his shoulder blades down to his navel. his back wasn't left unscathed either, now marred with the bruises of his one and only.

“more,” she moaned, pressing her soft ample bosom against his hard chest. “i need more i ── zhongli!” there was a urgency to her voice that caused the hair of his body to stand up in goosebumps, his blood thrumming in excitement.

“hmm, you need more?” he angled his head, pressing gentle and barely there kisses on her lips. “aren't you being greedy, my girl?” he pecked her forehead, hands trailing down to her waist and to her hips, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin.

a blush rose on her cheeks, embarrassment settling in. however, in one swift move, [name] reversed their positions so she could now be on top. surprise flashed through zhongli's amber eyes, clearly being taken aback ── something to which [name] took slight pride of.

she leaned down on him sensually, moves slow and deliberate. her hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs over his pretty face.

“so what if i am?” she demanded rather defensively. “you wouldn't dare to leave me here, all alone in the wild, would you?”

never in a million years.

his soft gaze must have given her his answer because the next thing he knew, [name] lowered herself over his cock, grinding on top of his length as to tease him. he gritted his teeth at the implication, a direct refusal on penetration. he let his control slip away, giving her the reigns ─── for the meantime. puffs of air left her lips as she humped on his length, coating him with her fluids. he was erect and hard at her ministrations, causing him to sigh in content.

zhongli was utterly relaxed by now, muscles untensing. he was in a languid state of bliss, not quite at his peak, but comfortably getting there. she was taking her time with her movements, drawing out her teasing with affectionate touches. her finger was feather-like as she grazed them along his cock, caressing the skin softly, never grabbing him fully. she was so gentle on purpose, petting him and drawing out a string of pre-cum from his tip.

he sank his fingers to her plump ass, eyebrows furrowing. he cock had turned a angry red, ready to burst. [name] was grinning sinfully down at him as she continued treating him like the most delicate little thing in the world. his blush stained his ears with the same colour of his cheeks, hips jolting with a gasp when she paid special attention to his tip.

her index finger caressed his length back and forth, and his breath picked up. he gripped the grass underneath him, biting his lip as he gazed up at her bouncing breasts, due to the fact that she was now grinding on his thigh.

and suddenly, the hazy state he was in was broken by his own need to penetrate her so hard until she wouldn't be able to walk. he blinked, taking a deep breath before he drove her hard down to his cock, causing [name] to yelp at the unexpected action.

“fuck!” she tossed her head back, and zhongli didn't waste a second as he sat up and bite the skin on the column of her neck, groaning loudly in satisfaction.

“you are so wet,” he marvelled, nose buried behind her ear, taking in her scent that had his eyes roll back and jolt his cock up inside her. “i'm going to fuck you so hard,” he kissed the spot there, teeth nibbling the skin with the intention to leave a bruise. “i'm going to leave you dripping, until you beg for more.”

she blushed heavily. “morax!”

his archon's name left her lips so naturally. zhongli's eyes dilated in pure want at the sound of his name, said in a reprimanding tone no other would dare to use with him. he bite her earlobe in retaliation, causing her to cry out; such a sweet sound she immited that was melody to his ears.

“[name],” he wrapped his arms around her once again, and guided her on how to bounce on his cock, her pussy taking him so readily that wet sounds could be heard. she was moaning relentlessly by now, words foregone for the sake of incoherent mutterings and pleasure. she planted her hands on his shoulder and started taking him deep inside her, her walls squeezing around him almost painfully. her breasts were temptingly swaying in front of his eyes, reason why he leaned forward to take a hard pebble between his lips, causing her to moan out in approval and tug at his hair.

“you're squeezing me so tightly,” he muttered, his lips leaving a blazing trail from her sternum and up to her gaping lips. he took his two fingers and tapped at the flesh, and [name] didn't have to question it as she wrapped her lips around his digits, humming and sucking the remains of her cum.

zhongli groaned, kissing the edge of her occupied mouth. “good girl, you're following my orders so well. i'm so proud of you.”

[name] whined at the back of her throat, teary eyes pleading as she shamelessly picked up her pacing, riding him ─── using him to get off. her eyes rolled back and she choked when his fingers delved deeper down her throat, the moment his hips jolted up to accommodate and reward her hard work.

she was getting so close, even zhongli could feel it. his cock was caressing her pulsing core deliciously, and he never bottomed out, always remaining inside her. he was that long that even if she got to her knees, he would still remain wrapped around her silky heaven. she wrapped her hands around his arm and started imagining his digits was his cock instead, sucking and lavishing him with her attention so much that she grew even more wet than she thought, her juices gushing all over him.

he took his fingers back from her mouth, barely glancing at the strings of saliva between them, and started circling her clit. [name] screamed, bowing over him as the simplest of touches sent her over the edge. she cummed long and hard around his cock, drenching him point white.

and then she whimpered.

zhongli rarely heard a sound coming from her that was so raw, so incredibly real. knowing she let him break down her walls, feeling so safe around him ─── zhongli was so damn honoured that his heart was now beating only for her. he placed her leg over the neck of his elbow and drove harshly into her, causing the woman to blubber as he prolonged her orgasm.

he groaned as he pumped up to her, forcing her hips down with his hands. she was so hot and tight around him, he wasn't sure he could hold on any longer. he took in the sight of her crying face, her gaping mouth, the sweat glistening upon her skin. he gasped when suddenly, her pussy clenched around him in a vice grip, purposely. small moans left his own lips as he buried his face between the valley of her breasts, clutching her close to him.

“what did you-” do? he wanted to ask, but instead a gasp of pleasure escaped him. warmth seized his body and after a few more times of bouncing on his cock, he came inside her, drenching her walls with his cum.

[name] inhaled a breath in surprise, despite her panting. her eyes widened as she could feel him spilling into her. her hips picked up their pace and she started fucking her pussy down harder to him.

and for that, zhongli lost all his inhibitions. he quickly switched their positions, now he on the top, and fucked his erected cock right into her special spot. [name] arched her back and wailed, another orgasm rippling through her, milking him as her nectar ran down like a waterfall.

he fucked his cum into her cunt. his, his, his. that's his pussy to cum into, the moans she emitted for only him to listen to, the way she gyrated her hips and looked at him so lustfully ─── that was only for him. that insane amount of dragon's possessive nature, protecting their treasure. she, his dandelion, the most precious weakness he ever had in his life.

“zhongli, i can't-!” she sobbed, shaking her head. but he only kissed her forehead, murmuring sweet everythings on her ear. she clutched in to his shoulders and spread her legs wider, moaning loudly at the brand new sensation.

“of course you can,” he cooed. “look at you, spreading your pretty legs like a slut. you're absolutely drenched.”

he pivoted his cock inside her, movements precise and hard against her body. her cunt squeezed him as he handled her knees up besides her face, positioning themselves lovingly into a matings press. he kissed her with all the passion he had, and [name] melted right on the spot, her stuttering moans swallowing by his lips.

“'cum inside me,” she hiccuped, much to her embarrassment. he, however, found it endearing. “zhongli!”

he couldn't help it, he chuckled at her. here she was, all day not being able to form a single word. his soul warmed at the mere fact of bringing her such delectation. he was so hard by the time he started driving into her once again, eyes completely focused on her lips as she moaned his name.

she felt herself giving in, and she let everything go as she squirted all over them, a scream lodging in her throat before she tossed her head back, letting it loose along with her earth-shattering orgasm.

zhongli fell on to her and aggressively tilted his hips back, releasing inside her once again. he panted and groaned besides her ear, cock twitching inside her pussy. never leaving from her wet embrace, plugging his seed in her.

[name] kissed him softly this time, sighing at how full she was feeling. she closed her eyes as her lover peppered kisses all over her face, causing her to laugh hoarsely. zhongli hummed in enjoyment and purred from his chest, content to let his cock warm around her walls and snuggle into her softness.

[name] ran her fingers through his long brown hair as he cushioned his cheek on her breast. she looked up at the starry sky with a tear slipping down her face, but a loving smile presenting on her lips. she was feeling so happy at the moment. she took in the beautiful sight of qingce village, the flowers covering their intimate forms.

“i love you,” she murmured.

he hummed, looking up at her and pressing a gentle kiss on her jawline. “i love you more.”

(he did.)

#plot what plot #smut without plot #smut #lemon #zhongli #genshin morax #morax #genshin liyue #liyue #geo archon #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #genshin impact #genshin smut #possessive #possessive zhongli #creamp!e #established relationship

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catcze · 9 months

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 CWS : 」 Reader is afab (has a cunt) but no pronouns used. Good morning sex. Wriothesley eating you out to start your day ♡ Slight somnophilia, but everything is consensual. Oral sex / Cunnilingus (reader receiving) & fingering ♡

I typed this up in one sitting horny as fuck GOODNIGHT

Imagine waking from a haze, dragged out from slumber by the building pressure in your stomach. You're already halfway to cumming when you open your eyes, vision blurred but still able to spot the mess of fluffy black hair between your legs. One of your legs rests on his shoulder, his hand dimpling the skin in his grip while the other is splayed on your stomach as he holds your squirming hips down.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you can feel him murmur against your cunt. The vibrations make you flinch, and he just chuckles, tongue continuing to lap at your entrance. He eats you out like he's starved even though it's so early in the morning. One of your hands goes to his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands, making it even messier, but he doesn't slow down in the slightest.

You whine when his lips close around your clit, your vision starting to go white at the edges. As he sucks and pulls and grazes his teeth against it, your legs begin to shake like a leaf in the wind.

"C-Close," you whimper, and you're not even sure he can hear you over the obscene sounds of him eating up everything you have to offer.

But he does, apparently, as he doubles down on his efforts and absolutely loses himself to the taste of your pussy. You can feel the brush of his hand against your thigh, then two fingers are in you, stretching you out and rubbing against your walls as his tongue licks at your clit and oh he's so fucking good to you and with one last harsh suck your eyes roll into the back of your head and your grip on his hair tightens to the point that you'd be concerned if you weren't experiencing one of the most intense orgasms in your life, and it isn't even nine in the morning.

Wriothesely lets you ride your orgasm out on his face, lets you try to grind your hips up into his mouth as much as you can with his hand still pinning you down. Eagerly, his mouth licks up every drop of cum, savoring it like it's the finest of dandelion wines.

And when you try to pull away, try to tug him up for a kiss by his hair despite how breathless you are, he goes with little argument, crawling up your limp body to place a wet, messy kiss on your lips.

You're still breathing raggedly when he pulls away, and he's never seen a more lovely sight.

He hums, placing a kiss to your forehead. His lips are warm and familiar against your skin. "I hope you liked your wake up call, dearest."

#「 💦 」 whipped.cream #Wriothesley smut #Genshin smut #Cw GN reader #Cw afab reader #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts

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aanxiousangel · 13 days

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𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 { 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝕻 𝕽𝖚𝖘𝖘 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 }

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notes: i just wanted to write my favorite ghosty boy again <3 send requests with whatever you'd like in my inbox <3

triggers: implied pining for years(?)

tags: implied smut, fluff?, friends to lovers, fwb to lovers?, pretty boy keegan <3

word count: 777

“So gorgeous, princess. My gorgeous girl, huh?”

His breath escaped him as his eyes trailed over your exposed body. Completely enamored as he took you in. In his mind, you were like a glass of water at three in the morning. You were the first cool breeze of Autumn. The cool sensation of the ocean under the Summer sun.

“How did I get this lucky, hm?”

Keegan’s voice caressed your senses. Chills slid across your entire body as you laid your head on the fluffy pillows. Your lips twitched with a soft smile, eyes heavy with comforting lust. It was too bad this was just a friends-with-benefits thing. It could’ve been so much more. Something beautiful.

Though, tonight was different. So much different. He was taking his time with you, not one inch of you left untouched. His fingers threaded through your hair carefully, admiring the way you leaned into his touch. Moving to carefully trace the outline of your face, he watched the way your eyes fluttered at the motion.

Not to mention how deliciously soft his lips were on yours. It wasn’t an aggressive, hungry kiss. It was slow and desperate as if he needed your kiss as replacement for his oxygen. Calculated, his tongue slipped past your lips as you gasped for a quick breath. Why’d you have to taste so heavenly?

The moment his tongue grazed yours elicited a soft moan from your throat. Keegan’s lips curled into a grin against yours. A low chuckle escaped him as he continued to kiss you and caress your cheeks. Gods, did he love pinching your cheeks, teasing you for how you looked when you were pouting. It makes you look like a bunny, princess, he would say.

“My beautiful girl…” Keegan breathlessly pulled away, saliva connecting your lips together.

You nodded carefully, panting softly as you kept your eyes on him. He’s never used possessive terms with you before. What was different? Why now after years of shoving your feelings under the rug?

“Keegan,” you breathed out.

“Mhm, princess?” Keegan’s breath tickled your jaw as he littered kisses along the soft skin.

“You’re different.”

His kisses halted as your words registered in his mind. Different? His mind started to race as he lifted his head. You thought he was different? What did he do? Different bad?

“How?” His voice cracked slightly as he whispered.

“You’re normally rough, fiery… Let alone calling me your girl.” Carefully, you cup his face and bring him closer, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Keegan.”

“You don’t want to be my girl, Y/N?” His voice sent chills running all over your skin again.

“I’ve wanted that for years,” your voice was as delicate as a dandelion, throat choking up with an unreleased sob that would rack your entire being.

Keegan pressed a soft kiss to your lips, brows furrowed as he focused on pouring every emotion into it. His breath ghosted across your lips as he poured his heart out under the golden glow of the sun.

“I’ve craved every ounce of you since the moment I met you. The moment you set foot into the military base. Fuck, seeing you outside of work,” Keegan’s words were trickling between his gentle kisses. “I could never get enough of you.”

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he continued.

“My beautiful girl,” Keegan praised sweetly. “My favorite vice. I was willing to risk it all for you. Took any chance I could to work alongside you. Your intelligence turned me on. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you, princess. Couldn’t stop listening to you talk. Wasn’t fair to me, princess.”

His teeth gently tugged your earlobe.

“I had to make sure you noticed me. That you were impressed. I couldn’t wait until you noticed me, princess. Until I was completely sure you were mine.”

Here come the waterworks. You sniffled as you listened to his confession.

“Years, Keegan,” you whined, “you made me wait years! It’s not fair.”

You didn’t even blink before you were in his lap perfectly. One arm wrapped securely around your waist as the other wrapped around your back. Keegan watched your surprised expression as he looked at you.

“You were worth any wait. I’ll make up every last second,” Keegan kissed away your tears gently. “I couldn’t risk messing this up, Y/N. I promise it wasn’t meant to hurt you.”

“You’re stuck with me now, Keegan Russ,” you let out a choked laugh, wiping away your tears with your palms.

“I’ll superglue you to my side.” He teased, running a hand through your hair. “Now, let me please my girl, yeah?”

#writing #cod keegan #keegan p russ x reader #aanxiousangel #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #fanfiction #ao3 #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ x you #keegan p russ #aanxiousangel writes #aanxiousangel call of duty

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mamisfavmosher · 5 months

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hiiii i love your stories! could i make a request with poly!judgement day (mainly dom x reader) where dom and reader are just acting silly at a park while the others just watch and it’s just overall basically TJD just having fun and make it super fluffy!

(sorry this was a mouthful 😭)

of course! thank you!

you want primarily dom, you shall receive primarily dom with a touch of poly!judgment day

dandelion fluff // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

"Oh, you better start running, sweetheart." Dom threatened me with a devious smirk after I blew dandelion fluff into his mullet. I giggled with a smile and began running through the grass.

Before I knew it, Dom caught me in his arms and quickly spun me around while kissing my cheek. "You're gonna pay for that! Mami spent all morning doing my hair." He said while gently flopping us onto the ground.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Judgment Day stood a few feet away, watching the two of us roll around in the grass and playfully attack each other.

"You two need to take it easy!" Priest chuckled at us. I looked up at Damian and started running toward him to try and get away from Dom.

"Not so fast, chica!" Dom had grabbed me again, throwing me into a fit of giggles.

I maneuvered my body around his to get into a piggyback position. "You can't get me from back here." I smirked at him and gently ruffled his mullet as he groaned. He hoisted me up higher to get a better grip before he suddenly took off in a sprint. "Dom!" I squealed and held onto him tightly.

"Careful, Dom! She's precious cargo!" Rhea yelled out with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever." Dom said while playfully rolling his eyes, setting me down in front of the group. Finn swiftly pulled me into his arms, holding me close against him.

"I've got ya, lass. I'll keep you safe from Dirty Dom!" Finn said with a theatrical voice. I let out another squeal as Dom tackled the both of us to the ground.

Finn quickly got up to join the standing members, both in fits of laughter of their own. Dom and I continued rolling through the grassy field, eventually coming across a rather large hill.

"Woah! Whoever rolls down the fastest gets to pick what's for dessert tonight!" I exclaimed before barreling down the hill, not waiting for Dom to catch up.

Most of the afternoon was spent like this. Tackling, rolling around, and racing with Dom before Rhea, Damian, and Finn called us back to go home.

But I pick dessert tonight, so the fun's not over yet.

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dilutedconfusion · 3 months

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A Moth to a Flame

Eustass x F!Reader (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N is living on a small island in the New World. This takes place during the 2 year time skip, only a week after Kid has lost his arm to Benn Beckman. In need of supplies the Kid Pirates make their way towards Y/N’s island.

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Word Count: 2.8K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Something strange was happening.

Or moreover you could tell something strange was going to happen.

The island you lived on was simple. People came, people left, and very few stayed. A pit-stop for the adventurers. A home for the sullen and normal.

You lived with your parents still. Tucked away in a relatively normal house in the more rural area. You could move out but money wasn’t something that flowed freely into your hands. You worked a decent job, had small little hobbies, and tried your best to fill your days with something that didn’t feel forced.

Forced.

That word pressed against your skin and into your ribcage. A strangulation of necessity, expectations, and lack of will. Even the things you loved to do were hard to do. Your brain is a whirlwind of outcomes desperately clawing at you to mean something. Like a single dandelion seed floating over the ocean. Looking for some place to land, hoping the wind will carry it long to find ground. But you supposed that the wind was starting to die.

Even still you reminded yourself of something deeper. The way the wind would trace lines through your hands and hair. Clothes flush with your skin as you stare out onto the ocean. Heels and rear digging into the sand as you watched the blue and green hues of the ocean churn.

Everything felt right. Everything felt like there was something more. Some kind of escape just out of your line of sight, far off into the horizon.

You sifted around in your bag lined neatly at your side. Unlatching the small buckle before flipping it open. Pulling out a bright green apple for a simple little snack. Your canines snapping through its smooth skin before sinking into the soft grainy texture. Sour juice spilling on your tongue and even dribbling a bit out of the corners of your lips. You wiped off your chin with your sleeve. Tucking your torso into your bent legs as you take a moment to just relax.

Something is calling me out there. You thought to yourself. Feeling that all too familiar sense of longing in your core. I just wonder what it is.

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It started off as a deep chill up your spine. Goosebumps spread greedily across your skin. Making your hand pause, clenching around the pencil a bit tighter. You shot your head up from your sketchbook. A maze of doodles and scratched out drawings not good enough for your taste. The sun was still relatively high in the sky. Blue tugging at the corners of your vision as you looked up at the fluffy clouds. They were floating so idly but right now you wanted to be anything but idle.

You shoved your sketchbook and pencil into your bag in a sudden rush. Slinging the satchel over your shoulder before haphazardly standing up off the shore. With your legs feeling rather numb and the sand not helping much you stumbled along. Trying to close the gap between you and the little town you lived in.

There was a trail through a less dense patch of forest. Despite this, the trail was covered in ferns and even some logs laying on their side. You made quick work of walking through the trial. Keeping your gaze downwards as you let out a little annoyed huff. The tree roots seemingly trying their best to trip you.

“What am I even doing?” You muttered to yourself. The forest of course was not responding so you continued on. “What the fuck do I think I have? Some sort of sixth sense?” You rubbed your face in annoyance. Brushing your hair back you let out an annoyed groan. Knowing that this tendency you had to let even the smallest intuitive feelings lead you was a way to spice up your life. To find danger or something new. It had led you to trinkets stuck in the earth, caves, and a hidden oasis. But you’ve scoured this island hundreds of times. Nothing was new anymore so why was your intuition freaking out?

Another deep crawling sensation prickled at the back of your neck. Your body trembling as you slowly made your way closer to the edge of the forest. The dark shadow of leaves and branches spread across your face before your skin touched the sun once more. Heels clicking against the makeshift cobblestone trail you made your way towards the first signs of town. Grain fields on either side of you crawling with loud crickets and cicadas. A bright red farm house and a big rickety looking windmill turning at a decent pace.

You lived in the New World but from the looks of it most would’ve thought it was some unnamed island in one of the many blues. It had a noble city, up on the north end near the island's cliff edges. But you resided in the south, though unlike other low income areas across the sea yours was managing its own. Even if parts of it were…less than safe.

Bounding down the trail you kept your senses on high alert. Almost expecting some sort of uproar in the village or a huge explosion to send the ground trembling. That sense of danger and adrenaline sliding down your throat as you swallowed hard. A bit disappointed to find nothing.

People were walking through the relatively clean streets. Children running in groups and bumping into passersby’s. Stalls with shopkeepers smoking underneath their canopies. The rough scent of smoke was only a trace in the air as the hot grills cooked up an assortment of dishes. Each leaving a puff of steam huffing out and into the endless sky. Savory and spicy scents lapping at your nose as you briskly walked through the street.

You managed to weave through the crowd, watching peoples faces and almost hoping for them to be filled with some sort of surprise. Shock? Maybe even fear? Just something to indicate that this feeling, that was telling you something big was coming, wasn’t wrong. Grabbing onto the strap of your satchel slung around your shoulder a bit tighter.

Well…if it's not here yet. Then it must be coming soon. You thought trying to convince yourself this wasn't a waste of your day off. Just another measly attempt to make this life of yours interesting. You made quick work and slid into an alleyway. Taking the quick route towards the docks. By the first signs of seagulls flying high in the air you knew you were getting closer. Their annoying squawks followed by the sounds of thumping hammers from the shipyard.

You made your way down one of the few docks. They were old, green and rather damp at the bottom. Having been built before you were born so they’ve collected quite a lot of kelp and green slime. The top rows of wood creaked loudly as you walked across them but held strong regardless. Your eyes set on the ocean ahead before a voice stopped you.

“You come down ‘er to watch the sea again?” An old man, one you knew pretty well, popped his head out of his small fishing boat. Walking along its deck with a hammer in hand and looking down at you on the dock.

You halted and looked up at him, a distant but pleasant smile on your face. “I suppose. Got a feeling.” You mumbled to him, eyes drifting back to stare at the ocean. The sun was a lot lower than when you had last paid attention to it.

“Another one of those aye?” He said, almost with a bit of judgment but his tone immediately brightened up. “Well hopefully you’ll find what yer lookin for. Can’t have a young lass like you just sitting at the docks her whole life can I? Gonna get ya hypothermia doing that.”

You rolled your eyes a bit at that but he gave you a big smile. Though you could tell behind those fluffy eyebrows and small shadow of his hat he was worried about you. “I’ll be fine. I won’t get hypothermia or scurvy just sitting by the dock will I?” You said, cocking your head a bit and giving a little smile.

The old man gave a sweet little chuckle, his chest rumbling as he laughed. “Sure hope not.” He replied, wiping the tiny line of sweat across his brow.

You gripped your satchel strap a little tighter taking tiny steps forward. “Well I have a jacket and plenty of vitamin c so I’ll be off. Don’t go staring at me as I work. I don’t sketch well under pressure.”

The old man gave a fake little pout at that. “Not even a little peek? Ya know I love em. What you make.” You gave him a warm smile and waved a dismissive hand at him.

“Maybe when I’m done. But not now. Plus by the looks of it you have something to work on anyways. Keep slacking and I’m going to tell your boss.” You said with a bit of sass before briskly walking down the long dock and away from the small man's boat.

“Whaddya mean?! I am my own boss!” He yelled back at you giving yet another hearty laugh. That warm chuckle ringing in your ears but eventually faded off. Leaving you with nothing but the smooth rhythmic sounds of waves and the rather annoying seagulls.

This was something you did often so getting into the perfect position was almost as easy as breathing. The wood nearly carved into the shape of your rear right where you sat on the edge of the dock. You took your shoes off. Tucking the socks delicately inside each shoe so as to not lose them. Before letting your feet hang and sink into the deep and brimy water below. Cold spikes slamming up your legs from the sudden change in temperature. You’d hiss just a tiny bit to force your feet and calves to deal with it. Succumbing to the cold until finally it became more manageable.

Grabbing out the same sketchbook and pencil form before you propped it up on your lap. Taking one foot out of the water and placing it on the dock as you bend your knee. Making the perfect easel in your case.

As you chewed your lip you thought about what to sketch. You didn’t feel like continuing what you had already drawn. A new page for a new feeling felt better. So you just glanced down at the off-white page. Hoping and willing something would just pop out at you.

Eyes rolling up to land on the sea ahead you felt another breeze whip at your hair. Sure you spent almost every waking moment of your free time staring out at the sea. You had just come from another spot on the more secluded shoreline. But it seemed to you that you could never stop staring.

Drawn out whispers talking of a wide eyed girl staring longingly at the sea. Rumors that you had a lost love who floated away. Others thought you were yearning for a life out at sea. Or even just calling you airhead so lazy you’d rather just waste your time than use it. But none of that was true.

Because it wasn’t a lover you were waiting for. You never knew love. Or at least never dabbled in it despite your past yearnings. So being alone wasn’t a problem. It was all you knew. But at the same time a life at sea, though something you fantasized about, was not your reason for spending hours at shorelines.

You knew you would most likely get sick in a bad storm. Even the thought of trying to succumb to sleep whilst the ship thrashed was nauseating. You would probably get homesick or at least crave solid land. And…you were well…weak. Stronger naturally due to your more chubby and sturdy body. Taller than short women but shorter than very tall women. Yet nothing about you screamed prepared to put your life at stake. Which was exactly what the sea promised. It's a stakes game out there. You knew that.

And to be honest you enjoyed the simplicity of your life at times. The fact that you were safe, well fed, and had a roof over your head was a blessing. It’s much more than others who were from more impoverished islands could expect. You had the time to let your mind wander. The time to sit idly or explore. The quiet life filled with mostly solitude was a comfortable blanket you had sunk into a few years ago.

So people would whisper. Frankly, you didn’t give a shit. Let them believe you were sick for a lover that you’ve never had. Or that you were a lazy woman bound to live in her head rather than in her life.

You knew what you wanted.

Or at least you knew you wanted to want something and whatever that something is was out there.

An image randomly popped in your head. Making you tilt down to stare at your paper distantly as almost if you were drawn in by a trance.

A tulip. You thought, hand tightening around your pencil. I’ll draw a tulip.

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“What’s this island's name again?” Heat asked, hand absentmindedly tracing the scars running across his cheek.

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Kid grumbled in response, his single flesh hand clenching the banister as he stood underneath Victoria's jaw. The helm clasped in Heats hand as he stared at the Captains back in front of him. That distinct red coat billowing in the breeze. The waves splashed up periodically giving the two of them a nice balmy spray.

Kid’s sharp eyes narrowed on the blurry and slightly indistinct line of the horizon. Knowing full well a small patch of an island would soon spring forth. A port for his men to take rest and restock the boat. A chance to breathe.

It had been only a week since Kid lost his arm. Ever since that day things were tense beyond belief. The crew was struck with perpetual fear and even anger. Kid was so reserved and distant he chose not to speak the moment he woke up on the medical table after it happened. Ever since then each response was short and harsh. As if he was forcing himself to talk.

Forced.

Kid thought. He wasn’t forced. By no means did he regret what he had done. He didn’t think he would lose. He was aware of the risk he was taking the moment he laid eyes on Ben Beckman. Willing to give an arm and leg just to take his dream by the balls.

And give a limb he did.

But it wasn’t exactly the phantom pain or the lack of a limb making everyday a harrowing experience. It wasn’t relearning how to do things on his own or feeling nearly hopeless holding his beloved tools now that his limb was gone. That he scolded himself for needing help. That the pain each day was something he’d grunt and deal with. What made everyday so perfectly harrowing was the way the crew viewed him.

Forced pity.

Was a better way to put it in Kid’s mind. Sure they cared. Sure they wanted Kid to feel better and get back up from this. But he was already up. In fact the second he woke up without a limb in his ship's medbay was the minute he got up. No qualms. No quarries. Just up and at ‘em. Another day to make his dream come true and nothing was stopping him.

Even if he suddenly didn’t have an arm.

But the pity felt grotesque. His swollen and bandaged stump was rugged with scars. Just a bleeding reminder of his own failure. He had spent every waking moment slaving away at a prosthetic arm. It was nearly done despite the many chairs and walls Kid had kicked in during the process. A permanent sheen of sweat lining his forward since the moment it happened.

His mind? Blanking it out. His body? Barely able to wake up in the morning.

This island would be the first island they docked on after the incident. Their ship in desperate need of supplies and more medical equipment. After reapplying countless bandages, gauze, and ointment for a week straight it seemed none was left for the other crew members.

So they needed this. Scratch that. KID needed this. To get away from his crew for a little while. To feel some solid ground underneath his feet.

Finally a small speck of something broke free from the horizon. Kid having stood there staring out onto the sea for a concerning amount of time. Almost lost in a trance that Heat was too afraid to break.

Kids' eyes narrowed once more. Taking in the small island from a distance and the smallest hint of relief washing over him.

He didn’t know exactly what would help to get over this but he knew whatever it was, was on that island.

A/N: I realize the reader character is a bit…wallflower like I suppose? Sorry if that’s not your cup of tea but I promise there’s more to her then meets the eye later on. The exposition of this story was really there to just let you understand her longing. Hope it worked and thank you for reading <3

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