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pillow-anime-talk · 2 months

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hello julia :) are you alright? hope you're doing okay!

hiii, hello :) i’m fine. i’m planning to come back to writing, to tumblr app. the last few months have been quite hard for me; i was working (then i lost my job), i had a lot of exams at uni for the last month, also i was often sick (i have weak immunity and iron deficiency)

i’m so sorry if i disappointed you all, especially those who sent me requests. i will write them slowly!

#— 💌#julcia talks

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pillow-anime-talk · 7 months

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Hello! May i request 11 with Dazai and Chuuya (she/her pronouns please)

# tags: scenario; friendship; a bit of fluff; but also kind of drama and angst; love triangle; one sided love; friendzoned; study!au; reader has no idea; sfw

includes: female reader ft. osamu dazai & chuuya nakahara {bsd}

author’s note: nooo :( poor chuuya and dazai :(((

11. “I– I like both of you…”

Chuuya – even though he didn’t have to – picked you up from your university every day, feeling obliged to make sure you returned safely to your small, two-room flat near the city center. You were studying and in your third year in your chosen field; you were also in the process of writing a thesis that would be the culmination of your whole work. Your close friend was really caring, although you tried to explain to him that you didn’t need a bodyguard at all.

But then the thought popped into your head that Chuuya was doing this on purpose to invite himself to your apartment for dinner, and while it wasn’t entirely true in the young man’s eyes, that was how you tried to explain it, giggling to yourself.

Very often, halfway or at the end, right next to the entrance to your tenement house, Osamu was waiting for you, smiling from ear to ear – your second dear friend and at the same time your former-but-regular-customer who often left you tips when you were working in a cafe as a cashier. Even though his tips were never huge, talking to him and his friendly expression always brightened your mood, even on the gloomiest and rainiest of days.

You met a red-haired man with a hat on his head one night when you were returning from a meeting with your friends from university; you drank one beer with raspberry juice and walked home late at night – on the way to the tenement house, you accidentally bumped into an older and incredibly aggressive man who immediately raised his voice at you, insulting you and ridiculing your way of being. Paralyzed, you didn’t know what to do: apologize, run away, answer rudely that he wasn’t looking ahead...? But instead, you slowly stepped back, and as he tried to grab your wrist, he was immediately pushed back, and your body was covered by the shadow of a young boy with long, fox-like hair. Your rescuer introduced himself to you by his full name and then offered to walk you home. You hesitantly agreed to this, and perhaps this moment caused Chuuya to this day to be very worried about you and your night returns – first from work during the summer, and then from university.

“... Dazai.” Your companion muttered, and the taller man just chuckled.

“Hello, Y/N.” As befits a gentleman, your other male friend took your hand in his much warmer one and then placed a short, yet tender kiss on your skin. You greeted the twenty-two-year-old, inviting him over for tea. It was just the perfect time to sit at the table, eat some sweets and drink something warm, especially since the weather outside was looking more and more like real autumn.

While climbing the stairs and opening the bright door to your place, the two men behind your back kept teasing each other with glances and gestures.

Neither Osamu, whom you charmed during your first meeting in the cafe when you painted a tiny daisy on his coffee, nor Chuuya, who you thanked for saving – probably – your life and gave him a charming paper bag full of handmade and decorated cookies, didn’t like sharing you with each other.

They both thought that your relation was much stronger and more honest than the other one – after all with Chuuya you talked about studies, cooking, wine and music. With him that you occasionally went out for a drink or to the club, had fun on the dance floor and then took a taxi back to your or his apartment, laughing a lot. However, the brown-haired detective had a different opinion. Maybe because with Osamu you had amazing adventures when he took you to the shooting range and when he helped you decorate your smol nest, while having an incredible understanding of colors and types of wood?

With one you felt incredibly safe, while the other was your cure for every, even the smallest, mental ailment. You had known each other for over two years and at that moment you really couldn’t imagine your life without this crazy boy who got drunk very quickly, or without this idiot who constantly said something about suicide and his other friends.

Seeing them with ‘their’ cups in their hands and hearing their compliments on the cupcakes you baked the day before made you feel really happy. So you quickly got up from the table and excused yourself for a moment, going to the second, very tiny room, which only contained your bed and a tiny nightstand with a lamp.

In the drawer there were two tiny packages. You grabbed them in your hands and returned to the two men who were looking at each other with hostility in their eyes.

“Umm…” You hesitantly walked towards them, holding out both of your hands. The blue bundle went to the taller man, and the green one to the slightly shorter one. “You know perfectly well how much you mean to me.” You started more confidently, trying to smile softly. “I– I like both of you…” You breathed a sigh of relief as you said the words, then blinked your eyes, trying not to get emotional. “You are equally valuable to me, although I have a slightly different relation with each of you and we support each other in completely different ways. It’s just a little thing in gratitude for everything you have done and are doing for me. Both of you. As my best friends.”

In a way, both Osamu and Chuuya were extremely happy knowing that they were so damn important to you, and the key chains in the little boxes only made them more confident of what an amazing girl, friend, soulmate you were to them. One showed an adorable, gray octopus with a huge smile and round eyes, while the other showed a chick with yellow plumage and a laughing expression. This gift really gave them a lot of joy.

On the other hand, calling them ‘friends’ and putting them on equal terms was very insulting to them. Because they were both in love with you, they couldn’t stand the thought that you would never look at them as anything other than colleagues, acquaintances or buddies. Chuuya wanted to drink wine with you on your anniversaries and other important dates, while Dazai wanted to take your hand and steal a kiss on your lips, not on the skin of your fingers.

Nevertheless, they thanked you for the gifts, and you accepted their thanks with a smile, repeating once again that they were really important to you and you were really happy that your fates were connected.

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pillow-anime-talk · 7 months

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Hello, is the person with two fishes in your profile (?) the god named yato from noragami?

hi! yes! :)

my theme is made by glenthemes (on tumblr)

#— 💌#julcia talks

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pillow-anime-talk · 7 months

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:) you already know 😅 could you do prompt 50 with Kaneki or Urie with fem reader? Thank you, love! Your writing is always magnificent and can’t wait to read this one!

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; hot romance; also fluff (kaneki deserve it!); kid!fic, family!au; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, on the sofa, kaneki wants another baby (breeding), unprotected sex, lactation, sloppy kisses, body worship, bites, pet names

includes: female reader ft. ken kaneki {tokyo ghoul}

author’s note: hii! i wrote about urie for you, so i chose kaneki this time :) i hope you find the plot and tags interesting and you enjoy it. i am also sorry you waited so long :(

50. “S-Stop. Someone is looking at us.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when in the tiny bedroom with two cute beds you could only hear faint snoring and calm breathing. Your (almost) two-year-old daughter had her eyes closed in a white cradle with a pacifier in her mouth, and your five-year-old son was sleeping peacefully in a small bed, cuddled up to his beloved mascot in the shape of a yellow tiger. At the same moment, the very pleasant smell of freshly brewed coffee reached your nostrils, so you just kissed your children on their smol foreheads and then left the room, closing the wooden door behind you. After a while, you returned to the kitchen where your husband was waiting for you.

In his hands there was a black mug with the image of a white cat, and next to his person, on the counter, there was a white mug with the image of the same animal. With a smile, you thanked him for the life-giving caffeine, and a moment later you felt a light kiss on your left cheek. Leaning against the counter, you started a conversation with Ken about light-hearted topics, and somewhere between the first sip of the hot drink and drinking it to the last drop, you moved to the living room, wanting to turn on a movie from the plan to watch list on Netflix app. It was a simple horror movie with a predictable plot and comedy elements. However, the horror faded into the background the moment you started talking again; about your husband’s friend’s birthday party, about household chores, about wanting to go to the mountains, about Ken’s job... There were quite a lot of topics, and the quiet evening and the presence of a few lights hanging on the curtain rod added a pleasant atmosphere between the two of you.

You haven’t had an evening to yourself for a long time; you were busy raising your children and taking care of the house and your husband working hard and earning money for the four of you. Plus, there were many other, unforeseen situations that were often full of emotions, stress, happiness, or great physical and mental effort.

That’s why you needed each other more than usual on this particular night.

The light kiss you received from your partner was full of tenderness and longing. His cool hands touched your waist at one point, and you smiled because of caress, almost melting between the blond man’s fingers.

“... Aren’t you tired, butterfly?” He asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, wanting to respect your possible tiredness and desire to watch the movie to the very end. But you shook your head, giving him a quick smootch on the cheek. Ken took that as an answer and then moved slightly closer to you, while settling your body on the spread out sofa, full of soft pillows and beige blankets. His kisses changed their position in a short moment and now, instead of your lips, his teeth were lightly biting the skin of your neck. A few long seconds later, with his right hand, he pushed aside the nightgown you were wearing and also kissed your breasts, which were still very swollen from feeding the younger child with your own milk. “You’re very beautiful, you know, love?”

Your both cheeks immediately turned red and your eyes sparkled a bit as you felt your panties being slowly pulled down. The long blue fabric stayed in it’s place, as did your husband’s pajama top. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a rather large bulge in Ken’s boxers, but you didn’t comment on it in any way. Too busy touching his body under the material of his clothes, you almost forgot about the condom you kept in several strategic places around the house. So you wanted to reach into the small, mahogany hiding place in the armrest, but your beloved grabbed your hand between his long fingers.

“Maybe you want to have sex without it?” He asked a little uncertainly and a little with hope in his voice; he also couldn’t hide the smile that involuntarily appeared on his lips.

“... Why?”

“Hmm. Wouldn’t you like another child?” He asked, pressing his cock harder against your damp pussy, and you bit your lip, feeling your body heat up even more. “You look very pretty when you’re pregnant, baby.” He added in a light whisper, nibbling on your left ear.

“Oh. Really?” You laughed, and then after a moment of thought, you nodded, retracting your hand and intertwining your fingers with your husband’s.

In a short moment of a few more kisses and sincere compliments about your future pregnancy, you could finally start enjoying your husband’s cock, perfectly fitted to your body, which was entering your wet as fuck pussy with the greatest gentleness. Young man touched specific parts of your body and face every now and then. He adored your breasts, your hips, your neck decorated with several red marks, as well as your deep eyes and lips swollen from pecks.

“Maybe this time we can have twins, huh?” He asked quietly, rolling up your shirt and pinching one of your nipples, and when some of the white fluid came out, he almost ejaculated right inside your hole, thinking about how good you would look with a big tummy and then with another two newborns. “What do you think, Y/N?”

“Mhm… Maybe.” You hummed, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. His fingers wandered through your partner’s soft hair and back, and he held your hips tightly as he bounced against your body. The tip of his cock touching the back of your uterus. You imagined your family growing even bigger and you almost groaned out loud.

However, instead of making any sound between your lips, you heard a slight creaking of the panels in the living room and you opened your eyes at once, looking towards the noise almost inaudible to the human ear.

“S-Stop. Someone is looking at us.” You whispered, your voice hoarse, and then you raised yourself slightly on your elbows, smiling at the five-year-old who was rubbing his eyes with his fists. “W-What happened, Kenji?” You asked your little boy, almost throwing off your husband, who quickly hid under the fabric of the blanket, and you invited the child closer to you.

“...I had a nightmare, mommy.”

“Oh, a bad nightmare? Well then, why don’t you stay here with us and we can talk about something pleasant?” You asked quietly as your son sat down next to you. The boy nodded tiredly and then snuggled closer to you.

You were embarrassed, but with full professionalism, you told a child’s story about dinosaurs and treasure hunting, every now and then sending a glance to your husband who didn’t even know how to react to the situation.

You two will definitely finish what you started, but first you had to take care of your duckling, who – in a short while – will fall asleep.

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pillow-anime-talk · 7 months

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Is the event still open?

hi :) ‘quote prompts special’ lasted until the end of august 2023; i am currently writing prompts from this event.

i am not accepting any new requests for now. but when i re-open the askbox, i will gladly accept new suggestions.

p.s. questions are always welcome!

#— 💌#julcia talks

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pillow-anime-talk · 7 months

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Nsfw 41 for ango from BSD for fem reader

Maybe their married idk

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; hot romance; smut; ango as a workaholic; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual acitivities, oral sex (female receives), fingering, desk sex, kisses everywhere, squirting, no condom, creampie, a bit of dirty talk, pet names

includes: female reader ft. ango sakaguchi {bsd}

authos’s note: i am sorry you waited so long, but i started working in mid-august, and i am also on an internship and i just don’t have much free time to write stories :(

41. “Of course. I am yours. Only yours.”

It was a quiet afternoon; September was a transitional month between warm summer and rainy and windy autumn, so today was a sunny day, and at the same time a gentle rain had been falling since the morning, which watered the plants in a natural way and also was a nightmare for women who had washed the windows or hung up the laundry at balcony the previous day.

However, you were proudly walking in the middle of the sidewalk with an dark blue umbrella in your hand. On the way, you only stopped at a bakery for two oatmeal cookies with dark chocolate, and then you got to the well-known building without any major problems. In this huge place, guarded by two security guards, your husband, Ango, worked. You had known each other for over a dozen years, and you met at university, when you chose the same field of study. At the beginning, your acquaintance was based on quick ‘Hellos’ and ‘Goodbyes’, but during one integration trip you became a little closer to each other and at the same time became friends. Then, during your second year of studies, you became a lovely couple and a few months after writing your diploma theses, he proposed to you. Your relationship was textbook and problem-free, and your arguments consisted of very domestic things like: taking out the trash, dirty dishes in the sink, and hair in the bathtub drain.

Everyone at Ango’s work knew you well, so they greeted you with a smile and a slight nod of the head. The woman behind the reception window didn’t even have to ask for your name or last name, she only nodded, saying that your husband was in his office and filling out the documents that had recently been delivered to him. You thanked her and wished her a peaceful afternoon – since it was almost 5 p.m. – and then headed to the right floor and then to a room you knew well. You knocked three times as was your custom and then went inside.

When Ango saw you, he merely tocuhed his glasses with a slight smirk, inviting you to sit right on his lap. You hadn’t really seen each other since last night, as your partner got up quite early and after a quick see you later kiss (while you were still asleep), left your cozy apartment twenty minutes from downtown.

“... I brought you a cookie, honey.” You giggled gently, placing the paper bag on the wooden desk right next to the stack of large books, papers and the black monitor.

“Thank you.” He replied, his soft smile was still visible. “How was your day, love?” And this simple question consumed you for the next half hour.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

At some point, between eating a delicious cookie and drinking a cup of tea from the coffee machine under the window, and a short conversation on the phone with Hana – the woman from the ground floor, from the reception desk – that everyone had already left the office, you were seated on hard, slightly too cold wood, and your bare buttocks slid across its surface, soaking it from time to time.

Your husband’s tongue brought you to the brink of orgasm without any problem, and his hands gripped the skin of your thighs and calves. From time to time you felt his fingers pushing against your hot walls, and soft moans escaped your lips, muffled by your own hand. A feeling of uncertainty and at the same time excitement and joy bubbled in your mind and heart. At some point, your orgasm was so close that you tightened your legs around your husband’s neck, apologizing to him after a while.

Your pussy was throbbing, and although oral sex was an amazing alternative to regular one, at that moment you wanted nothing more than to have your beloved, long-term partner’s cock fill you to the very back of your uterus and fill you with cum until the last drop. At that thought, a few trickles of your juice wet Ango’s two fingers and his chin again.

“...Tell me what you want.” He said from between your legs and you just tilted your head back, biting your bottom lip between your teeth. “What’s going through your pretty head?”

“Ango…” You muttered, breathing raggedly. “Please stop. Enough of this. Just fuck me already.” The desperation in your voice was palpable and visiable. The dark-haired man only raised the right corner of his mouth. “Please...”

“You’re mine, right?” He raised an eyebrow slightly and you immediately nodded. Perhaps too fast and too chaotic, which could look comical from a third-person perspective.

“Of course. I am yours. Only yours.” You assured the twenty-five-year-old, and he smiled more clearly. “Ango, please. Baby.”

A few moments passed, too long for you, before your husband lifted his body and then rested both of his hands on the sides of your buttocks. He leaned down slightly to kiss your lips, swollen from biting, and you moaned once again that evening, feeling not only the taste of coffee without sugar and milk, but also yourself. Your hands immediately tangled in the unnaturally soft hair and your thighs tightened around the man’s waist. You felt his erection against your pussy and you almost died when his right hand cupped one of your breasts. Your bra was far away from you, as were your pants and lace panties. Ango was still in his clothes, although his belt was loose and his shirt had lost its white buttons.

“Make love with me.” You said shyly. Your voice was like a small cat begging for some attention. Your husband just chuckled under his breath, kissing you once again on the lips and then on the forehead before sliding his pants down to his ankles along with his black boxers. His cock glistened with precum, making your pupils big. “Ango...”

He ran the wet tip of his dick over your entrance a few times and you almost screamed at how much he was tormenting and toying with you. It only took a moment for you to melt between his fingers, but luckily after three seconds his cock entered you without any problem. You never needed lube, the overwhelming arousal gave you enough lubrication.

The room became stuffy as your breaths mixed together and your bodies hit each other, causing the desk to creak. You felt your pussy pulsating from the inside and your clit slapping against his pubic mound. Your husband’s cock was fucking you as good as ever, and the fact that you were having sex at his place of work added a strange but interesting edge to it all. Everything around seemed exciting.

A few moans, gasps and grunts later, the desk was getting wetter and wetter, your juices dripping onto the wooden floor, slightly lighter than the furniture. Your teeth bit into the skin of your husband’s neck while he tightened his grip on your waist, ass and thighs, sometimes your neck and hair as well, although he wasn't a fan of pulling them. He hit your g-spot with the greatest precision and didn't spare you a few hickeys, which after a few minutes proudly decorated your breasts and cleavage.

When you felt the distinct slap, you squirted like clockwork, making your pussy tighten even more on your man’s cock. He let out a long growl and then rested his forehead against yours – they were both sweaty and red, just like the rest of your faces: ears, nose, cheeks. He moved inside you a few more times, causing a few drops of cum to fall onto the wood between his legs, and then he sighed, tired.

“... We have to clean up.”

“Yes. We have to.”

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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12 fluff promt for uta plz

# tags: scenario; current relationship; soulmate!au (tattoos); light romance; fluff; couple goals; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. uta {tokyo ghoul}

author’s note: hope u like it :) have a nice day/night!

12. “But we are not married.” “Then marry me.”

Punk music played at medium volume and spread throughout the building, and you jiggled your right foot to it while keeping your both eyes on the colorful magazine in your hands. From time to time you also glanced at your boyfriend, Uta, who was a few meters away from you, tattooing another client who wanted a huge red dragon across the entire width and length of his back. His concentration was really intriguing, and not even your warm gaze could snap him out of trance.

That’s why, after a few tries, you focused entirely on the thick periodical, reading about the biggest fashion bloopers of this month and dozens of romances in the world of showbiz stars.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

After another three hours, Uta finished part of the tattoo and thanked his male client for staying in the uncomfortable position for that time. Together with a middle-aged man who had a black beard and dark eyes, they agreed on the last meeting, and thus the last part of the beautiful painting that was to appear on the right shoulder blade. They shook hands, wished each other a nice evening, and then Uta closed the front door to his small tattoo studio, which he had been running for years on his own with no other employees. He turned off all the lights, then returned to a room decorated with a tattoo table, several cabinets, special equipment and a trash bin.

There was also a small, dirty-green leather couch and a table with a glass surface. There was you on the sofa, clutching a magazine in your hands, though your eyes were squeezed tight and your mouth slightly open. The calm face and light movements of the chest spoke loudly about the fact that somewhere in the middle of Uta’s work you fell asleep, and the only thing that appeared in your sleepy thoughts was the desire to drink a cup of coffee without milk and sugar.

For a brief moment, Uta didn’t have the heart to wake you up because he knew your life had been quite stressful in recent days and you had a lot of responsibilities in your private life, but at the same time, he didn’t want your head to hurt after this short nap, or worse, your back and neck.

Before waking you up, however, he glanced at one of the hands that was touching the paper and smiled at the small tattoo adorning your little finger. The drawing showed a full moon; light streaks and lines were made with the utmost precision – the tattoo looked like a real moon that can be found in the sky. After briefly glancing at your finger, he looked automatically at his own left hand and the left corner of his mouth twitched. On his pinky there was a drawing of the same size – the only difference was that there was a tiny sun on his pale skin.

He sighed though, touching your soft cheek covered with gold highlighter.

“... Mgmhm...” You muttered something unintelligible under your breath, which made the man laugh again. “Uta... It’s your turn to... Y-You have to take our kids to school... Mhm...” You said a little more clearly, though your voice was still quiet, muffled by yawns and the desire to stay asleep. It was, after all, close to eleven in the evening.

“Kids?” He raised an eyebrow and the silver earring a bit up. “But we are not married.” He added directly into your ear, and you wiggled your nose, keeping your eyes shut.

“Then marry me.”

Surely you dreamed something nice – there was a slight smile and a huge blush on your face. Uta gave up and decided not to wake you up. Instead, he lifted your body off the couch with no problem. He had placed the magazine on a glass table a moment earlier, next to a small candlestick and a vase of dead roses.

You were already soulmates, and that meant the bonds of marriage. Nevertheless, the vision of you two with a bunch of children and then grandchildren, although too beautiful, did not have to be unattainable.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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Hello! For your event can i request 45. “Should I fuck you? So beg for it.” with Haruomi Shingu? Thank you very much!

# tags: scenario; kinda friends with benefits; roommates!au; hot romance; smut; pwp; adult!reader; but still age-gap (10 years); nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual acitivities, from dry humping to lazy sex, sex on the couch, sloppy kisses, hips gripping, kinda daddy kink

includes: gender neutral reader ft. haruomi shingu {paradox live; buraikan}

author’s note: he is so fine...

45. “Should I fuck you? So beg for it.”

It was the most ordinary Friday in the world, and there was nothing to indicate that you were doing anything more that day than making yourself warm dinner, cleaning your bedroom and turning on the latest Netflix series, which premiered since March last year. You recently came back from work, your back hurt and all you wanted was a hot bubble bath, a glass of sweet wine and some peace in the presence of cherry candles. However, plans changed as quickly as the weather outside the window; suddenly the clear blue sky was covered with dark clouds and Japan was covered with torrential rain.

“Should I fuck you? So beg for it.”

That’s the change of plans I was talking about.

Instead of lying under a blanket and eating buttered popcorn, your ruddy face and large pupils were focused on Haruomi, who had come home from his restaurant. His strong, large hands held your hips tightly, and you moved your body, rubbing against the swollen cock hidden under the fabric of black very tight pants, decorated with a belt with silver elements.

You and the man lived together for several years – your presence did not bother the other person, you often passed each other in the corridor or in the kitchen, being from completely different worlds. He worked in a small Chinese bar, which he founded himself, and by the way he had a great musical talent. You focused on developing your career as an employee in an international company as an HR manager, and by the way you had a knack for learning languages. You were complete opposites: you were organized, had natural sleeping and eating habits, while the ten years older man suffered from insomnia and, despite running a restaurant, ate small portions and often drank energy drinks or coffee, and disliked basic household chores. Nevertheless, you got along like old friends without much commitment to each other.

Because of your jobs and way of life too, you both were quite extreme about relationships, marriage, and dating. So you entered into an innocent idea that consisted of an occasional dinner together and an occasional quickie to ease the stress on your souls and forgot about your responsibilities.

“Just fuck me, I know you want it. You can’t stop your body from responding to me.” You replied with a slight smile, pressing harder on his cock, which all he wanted was to free himself from the tight clothes. The dark haired man just rolled his eyes, squeezing the skin on your hips once again. The black T-shirt covering your chest was definitely very unnecessary. So he quickly got rid of it and then changed your position – this time you were on the couch, causing your back to touch the dark, slightly hard surface. “Please.” You gave in, purring low and looking at him with a smol twinkle in your eye. Haruomi only unbuttoned his pants, and after a short second he untied the bow made of a thin string. Your sweatpants have been slightly slid down.

From inside his wallet, which was always in the back pocket of his pants, the man took out a gold-wrapped condom, which he immediately put on his manhood. You immediately wet the underwear that was still on your hips. So you decided to speed up the process of getting ready for sex and took off your comfortable tracksuits and greenish lace panties, dropping them to the dark wooden floor.

“I’m tired and you only think about yourself.” He said in a bored voice. After a short while, he was over your body, tapping the head of his cock against your private parts. You giggled contentedly. “It’s not fun. You work eight hours per day, and I work from the time I wake up until I go to bed.” He rolled his eyes.

You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know you wanted more than stupid talk, and he sighed under his breath.

“... Don’t be so strict, daddy.” You said half jokingly, half seriously. The twinkle in his eye was far too visible. And that was quite motivating.

Haruomi spat on his hand, smearing latex with his own saliva, and then entered you in one quick move. You moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the pleasant pushing against your walls, then wrapped your legs around him.

The light movements of the hips in the next few seconds became much stronger, more measured, definitely deeper. You were in seventh heaven; a hard week at work, recent projects, home chores, meetings with friends and lack of time for yourself was finally rewarded with a moment of pleasure, sloppy kisses full of groans and pleasure touching both the top of your head and all your toes. Your breaths mixed with each other, and your hands automatically tightened on his thin shoulders and soft hair.

“... Don’t stop, please.” You asked softly while your eyelids were squeezed shut. Waves of impending orgasm pounded against your G-spot, against your thoughts. Haruomi buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it lightly and biting it from time to time. Despite fatigue, reluctance to live and a huge desire to close his eyes he was also in huge pleasure – it was perfectly visible.

He hasn’t had a partner for years, and his only distraction from work and meetings with his only friend – Chisei – was you. Your sex was pure pleasure, there was no feeling or love in it.

You both just needed the occasional moment of elation, blissful orgasm, and just the feeling of warmth spreading through your bodies.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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17. “The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” with Iori Suiseki from paradox live please?

# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; fluff; couple goals; soft!iori; adult!reader; mention of working in a restaurant; kisses; pet names; sfw

includes: female reader ft. iori suiseki {paradox live; akanyatsura}

author’s note: ooo! thank you!

17. “The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?”

It was definitely one of the warmest and at the same time one of the windiest days of August this year. You just finished your morning shift at the restaurant – you were working as a waitress in one of the smaller but very popular sushi bars in the city center. You liked your job, and your co-workers and bosses were really great people; they were helpful, the atmosphere between you was very family and the whole team was so well-coordinated that you often met privately, e.g. as part of one of your birthdays or even during the wedding of another waitress working with you on shift.

However, you were not currently near your workplace, quite the opposite. You took the subway a little bit of the city to get to the club that your partner, Iori, owned. It was lunch time and you wanted to take your loved one for a quick meal and then go home and fulfill your duties, e.g. cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, and then preparing supper for the two of you (you’ve been living together for almost a year and it was a really good decision that strengthened your relationship and love a lot). Iori will certainly stay after hours at his job, which is why a late dinner together was your daily must-have.

The wind started to blow a little stronger. You almost wished you’d brought a thin sweater or a lightweight hoodie today to numb the visible shivers down your both arms.

So you quickly took out your phone with a colorful case on it, searching for your boyfriend’s number with his nickname and a cute red heart emoji.

you; do you want to go to dinner with me? i'd love to eat korean bbq and tofu ramen...

You waited impatiently for a message from your boyfriend, but instead the dark-haired called you. You quickly answered the call, greeting him in a light tone of voice.

“... Honey, you should have texted me earlier that you were coming. I’ll try to be there as soon as possible, because I’m not at work at the moment. I went with the managers to one of the advertising companies... I’ll be there in less than half an hour, okay?” His voice was worried and a bit sad. He didn’t like to let you down, but lets be honest, it wasn’t his fault. You knew that and you didn’t blame him.

But still, you enjoyed teasing him.

“The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” You said in a serious tone, holding back a laugh. You barely made it.

“But... baby...”

“Just kidding, Iori. I’ll wait for you at the pub and order us some food. Everything will be ready when you arrive. Sounds good? Don’t worry about it, really, it’s my fault that I didn’t tell you about my plans.”

“I should have written that I was going on business.” He admitted. “Zen should be in the building. Find him and ask him to drive you to this restaurant. You won’t be waiting for the bus... It looks like it’s going to rain soon. I don’t want you to get sick, my love.”

A slight smile appeared on your lips.

Korean BBQ is one thing and you really want some fried noodles, mushrooms and sweet corn, but the love your dearest partner gave you was definitely worth the wait and even better than a hot meal accompanied by music, the smell of tons of sweets and cool soda.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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Prompt 12. "But we are not married." "Then marry me." With long hair Nate River, I know it’s sfw but could it be more suggestive. Along with feminine pronouns, also congrats ! You deserve it

# tags: scenario; current (long distance) relationship; college!au; kira case; longing kiss; touching; being alone and sad; sfw/suggestive

includes: female reader ft. nate river {death note}

author’s note: thank you!! hope u like it ♡

12. “But we are not married.” “Then marry me.”

Last year was so hard for you; not just for your health, but also for your relationship with Nate, who handled Kira’s case and was alone after the death of his mentor and also friends.

The passing days and nights in the cozy apartment were only torment for you and the desire to return to your partner; however, you knew that at that moment you couldn’t go back to your beloved who was trying to find the best way to defeat Light and other enemies.

You did not communicate by phone, e-mail or even by letter. The last year was one deaf silence that resulted in sleepless nights and sad looks at joyful couples who held hands with a smile. Nevertheless, you did not give up, bravely finishing high school and going to college.

You watched television with noticeable interest and read many information on websites, because only there you could read a bit more about the famous scandal related to the heart attacks of prisoners and criminals, as well as the great fight of the two sides of the conflict. You knew why Nate left you for those twelve months, and you appreciated that he put you above himself; forbade you from contacting him, forbade you to search for his name and ask about him... And all this to protect you and your life, as well as your loved ones (family, friends, pets, co-workers, etc.). So you promised him that you would wait for eternity, and if anything happened to him, you knew you’d get a message from last living member of the ‘Special Provision for Kira’.

Fortunately, in all these weeks you have not received even the smallest confirmation that something bad happened to your lover. On the contrary – the long-awaited day finally arrived and one night you heard a loud knock on the door. For a moment, you suspected it was one of your friends from college, but seeing a very familiar, though much more masculine face, you almost fainted, instantly got so emotional; your cheeks got wet and your nose slightly red.

You could barely pronounce your boyfriend’s name as he stood in the doorway with a tiny smile and tired eyes. Two days ago he defeated Light, and today he was already in your apartment, which he bought especially for you. Even though he didn’t look like it, he was happy like never before.

“... Nate.” You whispered, touching his pale face shyly. You didn’t see any scars, bruises or other suspicious wounds. His face was as smooth as you remembered it, and you almost groaned at the sight of his smirk and warm eyes. “It’s you.” you added. “You are here, Nate.”

“I’m home.” He answered quite audibly, and you hugged him tightly, inhaling the familiar scent and enjoying the pleasant warmth of his whole body. Skinny arms wrapped around your waist.

The two of you stood in a motionless hug for a moment, but after a few minutes a fair-haired young man entered the flat, closing the oak door with a lightly too loud slam. Literally a second later, you felt a delicate (though long) kiss on your own lips, which tasted of children’s love, great longing, apologies, new promises, lots of joy, a handful of sadness, full of emotions.

“Let’s go somewhere. Somewhere far away to celebrate our reunion... I hear that Hawaii is the perfect country for a honeymoon and a multi-day getaway.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours and you frowned a bit.

“...Honeymoon?” You repeated, wondering if you heard his calm words correctly. “But we are not married.”

“Then marry me.” He replied by kissing your soft lips again – slightly bitten and scarred from constant stress. Your legs almost automatically made their way to the sofa in the living room connected to the kitchen.

This year has been a tough one and you had to enjoy yourself again and make up for lost time.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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hi, can i request nsfw 42 + Mycroft Holmes from Moriarty The Patriot with brat/slutty reader

# tags: scenario; one night stand; hot romance; strip club; stripper!reader; bratty!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual acitivities, size kink, a bit of dry humping, erotic dance, commands, just touching, no panties, ass gripping, slutty names

includes: gender neutral reader ft. mycroft holmes {mtp}

music inspiration {click}

author’s note: i liked my own idea and the character of mycroft in it, so i hope you like what i wrote too :) have a nice time!

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

You encircled the metal pipe twice, then wrapped your left leg around it and tightened your grip on its cold surface, all the time looking at your regular customer – Mycroft. His huge and breathtaking posture occupied the entire soft burnt red armchair, and his face was directed at your naked body from the beginning of your strip dance. He carefully watched your agile legs, waist, neck adorned with a gold necklace, as well as glossy red lips and cunning eyes with a long line of black eyeliner.

He came here to see you twice a week: always on Tuesday at ten o’clock in the evening, and every Saturday shortly after midnight.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You pushed your hair back, giggling a little. “... As always.”

“Let’s just meet after your working hours.” He grunted with satisfaction, taking a sip of whiskey with an ice cube, and you just smirked, shaking your head in disapproval.

“I don’t sleep with my clients, you know that. I play with them, tease them; you can look at me and touch my body, but nothing else, pretty boy.” You said in an amused, slightly playful tone of voice, pressing the chest against the smooth long stick. Your make-up reflected the lights of purple and gold lamps beautifully, and your skin was smooth and juicy like never before. You were sexy, attractive and talented (not just in dancing, of course). “Should I do more or just dance next to this pipe? Have you come to confess your nasty sins to God and drink some alcohol or what?” You asked after a short while, touching the metal with your musculed back at the same time. Your high heels tapped loudly on the dark wooden floor, and the man set the glass down on the table next to the chair.

“Come here.”

“As I thought.” You responded by smacking your lips and then slowly walked over to the man, placing your hands on both of his knees. Your chest immediately caught his eye. The necklace reflected the light from the small lamp next to the two of you, and you crouched down, wiggling your ass. However, you quickly lifted your body, standing over one of your client’s legs and sat on it with a confident movement. Your bare skin touched the cool material of Mycroft’s black pants, and you smiled in his direction. “Touch me, I know you want to.”

Both large hands touched your waist, then moved to your bare buttocks, squeezing them. The grip was so strong that you moaned slightly under your breath, biting your lower lip with your teeth. For sure, after this night, red marks will be visible on your skin. That wasn’t a problem though.

“You’re my favorite cumslut... So disappointing that you don’t want to meet me for free. You know I’d please you very well.” He grunted, obviously dissatisfied, and you only moved your hips, rubbing against the man’s soft pants. The pleasant friction caused a slight wave of pleasure in you.

“Meeting outside of my job would certainly be more expensive than a private car. You wouldn’t have paid off until your future grandchildren died.” You leaned to him and whispered the sentence into his ear, licking it lightly with the tip of your hot tongue.

“One day you will succumb to me, bitch.” He responded by squeezing your ass once again and you lifted the corner of your mouth up.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” You replied, catching his massive bulge in his boxers with your right hand.

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Hi! If it's not too much trouble, may I ask for prompt 38 with William Moriarty in Viking!AU? For some reason, I can easily imagine this very British gentleman taking on a role of viking tribe leader (who knows why ^^")... Thank you for accepting my previous request with William - I absolutely loved it! 💖💖💖

# tags: scenario; strangers/lovers; kinda romance; mostly angst; drama too; viking!au; slave!reader; inspired by vinland saga; mention of sexual harassment and death; bruises and blood; suggestive

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: thank you for another request, my precious anonnie! hope you will like it too :)

38. “You love flowers, right?” “Yes… I love flowers very much.”

Viking expeditions and their popularity among Scandinavian countries had their greatest apogee between the ninth and eleventh centuries of our era. At that time, specific royal families began to gain fame, as well as some names of the most murderous ascomanni around the globe. The Vikings and their trusted companions were warriors known for their strength, cunning, and animal instincts. Of course, the highest-ranking men were also characterized by above-average intelligence and knowledge, but definitely their prevailing features were bestiality, the desire to have large property and as many women as possible.

The leader of the most famous Viking clan in the extreme east of England – William – however, felt no urge to plunder or kidnap women for his own pleasures. He preferred talking to the city’s merchants, scientists and also bartenders, who by far had the longest tongues (and real alcohol). His name was respected even among great rulers, and business with him, though expensive, was by far the most valued and worth every coin.

Traveling by ship around European, Scandinavian and American countries was a kind of adventure for William, but above all also hard work – learning languages, cultures or even traditions of different peoples. From every place conquered or visited by him, the young leader learned as many lessons as he could; he learned the techniques of poisoning enemies, riding bisons weighing several tons or the technique of gluing shoes by himself. He learned about the religion of many minorities, but also boasted considerable interest from women and girls slightly younger than him. As a Viking, he saw many beautiful landscapes, tasted many delicious dishes and specialties, listened to folk music and gained indescribable amounts of gold, gems and jewelry.

However, there was the other side of the coin; he not only saw beautiful things, but also witnessed the death of people close to him, the cries of women and small children begging for mercy, he saw ships and cities burning, he himself administered justice to enemies and gave orders that a normal person would never even think of. He was at once an angel with a wonderful smile, but also a devil craving power and respect. He was disgusted with nobility and at the same time had as much money as the king.

Yet he has never personally raised a hand against a child, nor has he ever harmed a woman; he often spoke to them, showed them a way of escape, promised help when other clans raided defenseless villages. He also thanked for meals and killed those who forced women to perform sexual acts. Although he was a criminal in the eyes of men, women were always grateful to him and willingly helped him heal fresh wounds.

No wonder then that during the next expedition in a row, when he ended up in one of the minor cities and on the day of the slave trade, he almost killed one of the sellers who lined up five young girls – each of them had a dozen or so bruises, gray skin, tired eyes and dried tears on cheeks. The youngest of you was fourteen, the oldest almost thirty... And there was you: stood among them, wanting to die and never be born again. Even though your face was sleepless and your hands dirty from working in mud, there was still a little hope in your eyes. Barely perceptible and almost imperceptible.

You looked calm, and at the same time in your heart there was a huge fear that you were about to find yourself in even worse situation and next to an even worse man than your current owner.

Fortunately, that day the sky was a bit brighter than usual and had the color of myosotis.

“You love flowers, right?” William looked at you and your torn dress with the red poppy embroidered on the right breast pocket, then extended his hand towards you, which held a pale blue flower. A slight, if uncertain and tired smile appeared on your dry lips.

“Yes… I love flowers very much.” You said almost in a whisper, and the man nodded towards his subordinates.

Somewhere between the words that the blond Viking is taking all five girls and the warmth of the sheepskin coat draped over your shoulders, you heard your savior’s name and the announcement that you’d soon be exploring the coastal areas of France.

You were saved.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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idk if u write for male reader but i would love to read 3 + royalty tpn ray

# tags: scenario; friendship and also current secret relationship; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of angst; royalty!au; prince!reader and prince!ray; staring at the stars together; imaginary world; sfw

includes: male reader ft. ray {tpn}

author’s note: yes! i am writing for male readers and thank you very much for this. this is my first tpn request!

3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?”

A warm August night, and the day – and at the same time the feast – of Saint Aure’guen was a time when animals spoke with human voices, flowers changed their places and arranged themselves in beautiful patterns, and the stars showed the future to those who dared to look at them. It was a magical moment, celebrated only once a year on the fourth Tuesday of the month mentioned above.

“... It’s beautiful today, isn’t it?” You asked quietly, squeezing your lover’s hand tighter, who timidly nodded his head, looking at the stars arranged in various figures or signs. The moon was obscured by dark clouds giving the opportunity to shine that night to its smaller brothers. “Do you see anything interesting? Has heaven told you a secret or something?”

The Prince of Aquemering looked into your shining eyes for a brief moment, then turned his full attention back to the dark and the flashing dots. He was observant, intelligent, and loved anything to do with space. He was the opposite of you – a boy boy who loved music, painting and fencing. You loved the mundane things, while Rey loved history, the mysteries of the world, the cosmos and the depths of all the oceans that surround the earth, and all the fossils and ancestors of your families.

“The stars warn of a battle between the two of us. We must beware of third parties who will seek to destroy our happiness.” He said quietly, closing his tired eyelids.

As the future king, and also the current prince of Ignitesu, you will certainly be forced to marry a woman whose name you will hear on the occasion of your wedding ceremony in a few years. You will surely become the father of several children, a respected ruler and beloved man of the whole kingdom. But it wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to spend your next years, until the day of your death, with a person with whom you share not only love, but also mutual respect, sincere friendship and much more important values than the desire to start a family or exercise power over the entire country. These feelings were stronger than life and more certain than death.

“Ohh, I see. So... Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?” You joked, wanting to lighten the atmosphere between the two of you, but Ray just rolled his eyes, pinching your warm right cheek.

The stars never lie; perhaps your fight will be symbolic – for a piece of baked potato with pepper on a plate – or perhaps it will have a second bottom that will end your relationship once and for all. The stars were never wrong, but they also never said when it would happen; tomorrow, in five months, in eight years, on your seventieth birthday. Or maybe posthumously? Nobody knows that.

Now, however, you wanted to enjoy the Night of Truth and each other’s presence. You didn’t want to think about superfluous things, you didn’t want to talk about the future. Now, in this moment, you valued the present and your current feelings. What will be tomorrow will be tomorrow.

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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8. “Bring your ass over here. I wanna some cuddles (or kisses, both if its okay).” -samatoki🍭

# tags: scenario; current relationship; cute romance; fluffy shit; living together; work!au; ooc!samatoki; text messages; sfw

includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}

author’s note: thanks again lollipop anonnie!

8. “Bring your ass over here. I wanna some cuddles and kisses.”

The afternoon shift was by far the most boring, tedious, full of unwillingness to live and longing for the warmth of you and your partner’s apartment (and that pleasant smell of his cologne he used since you gave him his first bottle on your second Valentine’s Day).

Just as the morning shifts seemed to make the most sense (and you still had the whole day to yourself so you could go for a walk, go to the doctor, or even meet up with friends), the 2 or 4 p.m. shifts were really stupid for you; you walked like clockwork all the time so you wouldn’t be late for work, and you ate lunch in a hurry – often alone – and cleaned your apartment as if you were in a race, hoping to catch the bus or subway to your office; you worked in a modeling company and specialized in choosing outfits for models from around the world. You also often helped the photographers and talked to star managers or parents of child actors, asking about the preferences of their pupils.

It was Friday and all you dreamed about was coming home, a hot bath in a bathtub filled to the brim with white foam, something warm to drink, e.g. tea with honey and lemon or milk chocolate with a pinch of cinnamon, a bowl of your favorite fruit with muesli and natural yogurt and an episode – or maybe three – of your favorite series. Unfortunately, instead, you were forced to choose colors and accessories for your Monday clients. You’ve been given the tough task of combining light jeans, brown leather and rose gold.

At some point, your phone vibrated, and due to the fact that you were alone (except for Mrs. Yuu – the cleaning lady who has been working for the company for over twenty years – and your dearest female friend who was on another floor of the building), you quickly unlocked the phone, smiling under nose.

toki toki; yo, bring your ass over here. i wanna some cuddles and kisses. now. please.

A light giggle escaped your lips and you just shook your head. You had a little over two hours left on your shift, plus you had to allocate another half hour to get back to your small apartment. You also wanted to stop by the night shop for some food on the way, but you definitely didn’t have the energy for that. You have decided to go to the supermarket tomorrow due to the long-awaited weekend, and thus a day off from work and professional obligations.

you; i want to hug and kiss you too, but i’ll see you in three hours :( i can’t leave early today, i did it a week ago...

You reluctantly looked at the monitor, sighing and resting your chin on your left hand. The night time definitely did not help at work. Moments later, you heard another incoming message.

toki toki; quit that dumb job, i make enough money to support us, you know that, bunny

You just sent a smiling face with heart-eyes emoji in response, then put your smartphone away from view. You had to focus on your duties; only after the shift was over could you think about Samatoki and other pleasures.

#—🎉#quote prompts #prompts challenge #4k followers #4k special #prompt 8 #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic scenarios #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic #hypmic scenarios #hypmic imagines #hypmic x reader #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki aohitsugi scenarios #samatoki aohitsugi imagines #samatoki aohitsugi x reader

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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Hi. For your event, can i request 42 with Poseidon? Also, he/him pronouns, please.

# tags: scenario; kinda friends with benefits; romance, i guess; smut; yandere!poseidon; human!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, size kink, blowjob, deep throat, choking, crying, slut names

includes: male reader ft. poseidon {ror}

author’s note: hi and thank you, anonnie!

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Each of the gods had their favorite people; Zeus adored those who were hardworking and worshiped him, Hercules loved every human being regardless of their character or manner, Apollo liked poets, especially those who wrote about him, Medusa only loved women who had experienced a lot of bad in their lives, and the only people Hades liked were the dead ones. Poseidon also had his one favorite human

It was a simple man with no worries and with adoration to the sea; maybe you liked swimming or surfing, maybe you just liked the view of the sea and its atmosphere in the evening, or maybe you just loved watching programs related to the deep. Nevertheless, you were curious about the water and what secrets it holds.

And meeting Poseidon was only a matter of time for you. It’s just that one day the King of all Oceans appeared on the beach where you were and without a word of objection took you to his underwater kingdom; that same day you became his personal toy and pet, who received from him both small gifts in the form of pearls, but also spanking and long hours spent in bed, which gave him a lot of pleasure (and you too).

Most of the time you were on land: working, studying, and hanging out with your family, but when Poseidon was bored, wanted some body pleasure, or just wanted to hold you on his lap while observing his realm, he would send sea creatures for you or he personally took you to his place.

After all, water is everywhere, and since water is everywhere, so is Poseidon too.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

That day you spent time next to the fair-haired god, who calmly sat on his huge throne, listening to the requests of sea fish and other creatures. He reluctantly granted their wishes, immediately ordering them to leave the palace. His eyebrows were tight and his eyes cold; he looked serious, dignified, but also really attractive, much better than any man you’ve ever met on the ground.

Spending time with the God od Water made you know him much better – you knew what he wanted, what annoyed him, what he liked and cherish. And at that moment he just wanted sex. Thats all. It was both a human and a divine need.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You said slightly amused, not yet realizing how your behavior might be perceived.

“Stupid?” His indescribable gaze rested on your eyes, then your shoulders, waist and thighs. Your human clothes were fun and incongruous with the decor of the great throne room. “On your knees.” He said in a loud voice, moving his hand and then close the huge iron door to the room. With a slight smile, though also uncertainty on your heart, you approached the god, sitting right in front of him. “You better make me feel good, because this could be our last meeting.” He added in a more weary tone and you nodded. You would never say ‘No’ to him.

With a slow movement of your fingers, you took off the lower part of Poseidon’s clothes; his cock was so huge and glittered more than the mentioned above pearls. You licked your upper lip with relish and after a short while taking his dick in your mouth. Due to the length, you helped yourself with a hand that took the lower part of the cock and tightened it a bit.

While sex itself was a nice thing for Poseidon, watching your almost animalistic behavior while giving him pleasure seemed to be even more fun for him. Your mobilization, your desire to please him, fear of killing your person and your devotion to him was a satisfying sight.

“Suck it faster and harder, cumslut.” He grunted, resting his cheek on his clenched hand.

The sound of choking echoed through the light-colored walls, and the first tears appeared in your eyes. The head of the dick was banging against the back of your throat, almost tearing it apart, and the other hand was taking care of the balls. You sucked his cock hard and passionately, massaging the skin on his muscular thighs and both testicles at the same time. You could even feel your underwear soaking with your own juices, hungry for touch and some pain.

“How pathetic. Crying in front of another man like a typical whore. Even goddesses of lust aren’t as horny as you.” He chuckled throatily, watching your reaction to his comment. Your cheeks flushed red and your heart sped up. You didn’t say anything but sucked on his cock more and more. “Try harder and maybe one day I’ll ask my little brother to make you a cock-sucking hero.”

#—🎉#quote prompts #prompts challenge #4k followers #4k special #prompt 42 #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok scenarios #record of ragnarok imagines #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie scenarios #shuumatsu no valkyrie imagines #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #poseidon #poseidon scenarios #poseidon imagines #poseidon x reader

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3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather... lips to lips?”- samatoki🍭

# tags: scenario; enemies/?; light romance; a bit of comedy, i guess; maybe fluff; rapper!reader; rap battle; girls power; i love girls; teasing; gender discrimination, difficult childhood, superiority over others (in the lyrics); sfw

includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}

3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather... lips to lips?”

You, Nikki and Yume ran onto the stage with white microphones in your hands. Your serious expressions described your immense confidence and sense of victory. You were ready for anything, but definitely not for failure that evening. Several groups have already performed before you, including i.a. Buster Bros!!! and MAD TRIGGER CREW. Their performances were good, full of emotions and at a high level. Still, it wasn’t what the audience expected. Surely three brothers and three friends raised the level of today’s performances, the fans wanted even more. Everyone needed a fire on stage.

The song was started by the youngest of you – Yume – who immediately started a personal attack towards all the rappers gathered inside the building. She touched on the sexualization of women in rap tracks, as well as injustice in modern times. Her lines have always been the most moving and always loved by female audiences (Yume was generally very popular with girls and women). You moved your head slightly at the sound of her words hitting the beat perfectly; blonde girl almost blew up the stage. Nikki was next.

She was your younger cousin on your father’s side. She was passionate not only in music, but above all in dancing, which is why she rocked slightly during rap, moving her hips and hands. While her body expressed pure playfulness, her voice seemed genuinely sweet. But don’t let that cute tone of voice fool you. Her rap parts were always the most aggressive and full of references to the past, to the injustice of the world, to hatred towards others and the government’s decisions on teenagers’ lives. Everything based on her own experiences surrounded by a sense of fear and uncertainty about the slowly coming future.

And then it’s time for you; leader, composer, the greatest mental support of the trio. Your parts have never been marked by emotions or sad memories. You focused more on yourself and your girls; praise, boasting, showing your dominance on stage was your most important goal and your best weapon. Offending people? Yeah, why not. Talking negatively about everything? Sure, you don’t care about other people’s feelings. Supporting your own group and showing the three of you as the best crew? Of course, that’s what you’re for. It was your role, your way of expressing yourself. People loved your confidence, your determination and superiority over others. No woman ever thought of gossiping about you, and no man has been able to speak negatively or about you and your girls – people respected you and sometimes feared you.

Your performance ended with the loudest applause and cheers. And it couldn’t be otherwise, and everyone knew it… Even if their fists were clenched as tightly as possible.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

With sunglasses on, you left the dressing room with your friends and rolled your eyes at the sight of one of your opponents.

“... Aohitsugi, long time no see. How do you feel after losing?” You giggled, nodding to Nikki and Yume. Two girls smirked and then left the huge hall. You were planning to go to the grill bar and drink something.

“You were good, but you can do it better next time.” He replied in a low tone, his tiger eyes looking at your figure.

“If I showed more you would get depressed. I prefer to spare your fragile psyche.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Your relation was… quite specific. You’ve known each other for years and even grew up in the same neighborhood. You were also in the same class in elementary and high school, but then your paths parted. For several years you have been meeting during street performances or rap battles organized in the city. You liked him, but nothing else. He was, after all, another pawn to knock down.

“Ouu, so scary, Mr. Hardcore.” You bit your lip between your teeth, then rested one hand on your hip. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?” Samatoki sighed, crossing his arms. “Of course, I mean our microphones.” You liked teasing him and you knew perfectly well that he had a soft spot for you. After all, everyone in this world had a soft spot for your person.

So why not have more fun? Especially if we’re talking about Samatoki?

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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hello, can i ask for prompt 1 + family fic with william from moriarty the patriot pls 🙏🏻

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; slice of life; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of comedy; family!fic &kids!fic; daddy!william is so precious; pregnancy mention; xxi century; sfw

includes: female reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: hi! this request- so cute!

1. “Let’s watch some movies from Studio Ghibli (or Disney, or Pixar)!”

Every evening was a kind of ritual and the best form of relaxation for you, your husband and your two children; first you had supper together (usually delicious sandwiches with cheese and lots of vegetables, baked sausages and oatmeal cookies that your daughters absolutely loved), then it was time for a bath full of fun and laughter – your girls liked so much spending time in a bathtub filled with white foam. They also enjoyed to splash William with water and thus pretend to be two cute whales. At the very end, it was always time for fairy tales and conversations between the four of you. Of course, your daughters were the ones who set the rules so they always chose your evening entertainment. With a bowl full of popcorn, hot tea and dimmed lights, everything seemed to have its own unique atmosphere. When winter comes, the only light brighten up the living room were golden Christmas lights and candles. However, due to the fact that it was currently summer, only one small lamp in the corner of the room was on, not disturbing anything.

“... Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” Lily – your older daughter – screamed and jumping on the couch, and you just laughed as you turned on the TV. Netflix really was a useful thing in your apartment and you definitely couldn’t function without it. Especially when you had two kids.

“Yes!” Added your younger one – Sophia – and William caught her mid-jump and sat her down on the mattress, handing her a bowl of still-warm popcorn. “Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” She repeated the words of her sister two years older than her, then busied herself eating the salt corn, which crunched loudly in her mouth.

“I want to see Ariel!”

“Mommy, no! Please, please play movie with Merida! I miss Merida!” She spat a few grains onto the sheets. William sighed as he picked them all and placed everything on a handkerchief on the glass table next to the huge sofa.

“Hmm... How about Mulan?” You asked quite seriously, putting your hand on your left hip in the process. In your right hand you held a small black remote control and you were ready to turn on one of the fairy tales on the platform. Your daughters looked at you with wide eyes, then at each other and squealed happily, clapping their hands and nodding their heads in agreement. You sighed with relief. In the last month, you’ve watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ twelve times and ‘Brave’ fifteen times...

“Mulan! Mulan!” They screamed as they ran across the couch and you turned on the movie. William, on the other hand, tried to calm your kids, fearing that one of them would fall or, worse, break something. Although your daughters were your perfect little versions, they definitely had Albert’s character...

“Shush, peanuts! Focus on watching Mulan and Mushu’s adventures!” Your husband said seriously, though out of the corner of your eye you saw him fighting the urge to laugh at the sight of your laughing children.

When the Disney fairy tale began, and you sat next to the younger girl, you turned your head slightly to your partner, who was watching the well-known story with curiosity.

“... Wouldn’t you like to have third daughter?” You asked with a chuckle escaping your lips and William raised his right eyebrow.

“I’d prefer a son... At least we could watch ‘Cars’ or ‘Toy Story’...” He replied quite seriously and you just grabbed your stomach lightly. In the darkness, however, your beloved did not notice it.

Well... Maybe this time you both will have the son Will wants? But you didn’t want to tell your husband yet. His birthday was coming up soon, so you tried to keep it a secret until that day and make it a present.

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