#🌺.Drabbles

[incognit0slut]

hi! what about this: some time after spencer comes home from prison, he finds some toys reader had bought for herself since he'd been in prison for so long. he tells reader that if she was needy enough to do anything without him, she can do it again, without him. he orders her to show him what she was doing when he was gone. you can definitely include edging and/or overstimulation as well as degradation, of course if you're comfortable with that <3 also, if it's not a problem, since it would be a sub/dom dynamic there could be aftercare included, but it depends on what you feel like writing.

anyway, thank you and i hope you're having a great day 🌺

(18+) Dom Spence x fem reader. 1.3k. Sex toy. Squirting.

Spencer forces you to give him a show when he discovers your secret.

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Spencer wasn't trying to be evil, he really wasn't, but there was a twisted satisfaction witnessing your vulnerability. Maybe it was the sense of power over you, or perhaps you were simply captivating, but whatever the reason, he found himself drawn to the sight of you lying in bed, legs spread apart.

He watched intently as the toy disappeared into your cunt, moving in and out, each thrust met with the tight clenching of your walls. He never imagined he'd witness you finding satisfaction with anything other than him, yet, if he were honest with himself, the sight aroused him more than it angered him.

You had been going at it for a while now—no, he forced you to do it. Though "force" might not be the right choice of word, because as embarrassed as you were by his discovery of the toy you forgot even existed, the pleasure clouded your mind, and you found yourself enjoying giving him a show far too much to stop.

“Is this what you’ve been up to while I’ve been gone?” Spencer taunted, leaning back in the chair positioned at the foot of the bed.

Your response caught in your throat as your climax edged closer. With a sense of urgency, you increased the speed of your hand, plunging the toy in and out of your dripping cunt with increasing desperation, the echoes of your arousal filling the room.

“Answer me,” he urged. “Keep your eyes on me and answer the question.”

With a shiver running down your spine, you forced yourself to meet his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

“I… I needed…” you stammered, struggling to form coherent words amidst the rising tide of sensation.

“Needed what?” he pressed.

You swallowed hard. “I needed… to feel something,” you admitted. “I needed… release.”

“And you couldn’t wait for me?”

“I… I’m… sorry,” you confessed, each word punctuated by a gasp as the toy drove you closer to the edge. “I couldn’t… without… you…”

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the toy. Then, his voice cut through the air. “Do you need me now?”

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his piercing eyes. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice raw with longing. “I-I need you.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners. “Hmm,” he hummed, his voice low and teasing. “That’s too bad because I’m quite enjoying the view.”

You squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet undeniably aroused by his control.

“Please,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. I-I need you.”

A flicker of something akin to sympathy crossed his features, but it was quickly replaced by a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I know you do,” he replied. “But where’s the fun in giving you what you want so easily?”

You bit your lip, torn between frustration and arousal. “Please,” you pleaded again, your voice barely a whisper, “Don’t tease me like this.”

His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power he held over you. “You’ll have to beg a little harder than that,” he whispered. “Show me how much you need me.”

Your heart raced at his words, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fiery need within you. Without hesitation, you spread your legs further apart, the movement allowing him an unobstructed view of the way your cunt clenched around the toy, your arousal evident in the slickness coating it.

A satisfied groan escaped his lips at the sight, his hand instinctively finding its way to his strained arousal beneath his pants. “I’ll tell you what,” he muttered, gripping himself. “Make yourself come and I’ll give you what you want.”

A whine broke put of you. “I…”

“If you were needy enough to satisfy yourself without me, you can do it again now.”

Your heart was beating fast against your chest, yet you found yourself nodding.

“Three times,” he continued. “Give me three orgasms.”

Your breath hitched at his words. “Three?” You squeaked.

“Three,” he affirmed, his voice low and commanding.

You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension. The thought of achieving such intense pleasure under his watchful gaze both thrilled and intimidated you. But the promise of his reward spurred you on, driving you to arch your back and chase after your first orgasm.

It came fast and fierce, crashing over you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your toes curled in ecstasy, and a blush spread across your cheeks as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure, knowing that he was watching your every move.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “Give me another.”

Your eyes fluttered open again, and you whimpered, determined not to give yourself a break. The faster you obliged, the quicker he would fuck you. So you pushed yourself even further, ignoring the burning sensation as the toy thrusts in and out of you relentlessly.

And then, as it hit that very deep spot inside you, your legs began to shake, spreading even wider in response to the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure surged through you like a tidal wave, from your head down to your toes, and his name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper.

He grunted as he rubbed himself through his pants. “One more, sweetheart, you can take it, just one more.”

You gasped, still reeling from the intensity of the previous climax. “I… I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he insisted. “I know you can.”

Despite the lingering waves of pleasure still washing over you, you steeled yourself for one final effort. Gritting your teeth, you resumed the frantic pace, driving the toy deep inside you.

The sensations intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath grew ragged, your heart pounding in your chest as you neared the edge once again.

As the pleasure built within you, there was a sudden, unfamiliar intensity to the sensation. It coiled in your stomach, sending a surge of urgency coursing through your veins. You whimpered softly, a mix of desire and apprehension knotting in your stomach.

You knew what was coming, and so did he, because his grip on his cock tightened, a hunger burning in his eyes. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Give it to me, baby. Just let it out.”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasp, you finally surrendered, feeling a rush of fluid escaping your body as you reached your high. The force of the liquid pushed the toy out of you, and you gasped, your body arching involuntarily in response to the overwhelming sensation. Your back arched, your head thrown back, and your eyes closed, letting the intense pleasure consume you entirely.

Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with ecstasy as the wave of release washed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. With a shuddering breath, you collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied, your body buzzing with the aftershocks of your climax.

In the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt his presence beside you, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You steadied your breathing as he pulled you closer, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your sweaty face.

“See?” he murmured, his voice filled with pride. “I knew you could do it.”

With a contented sigh, you nuzzled closer to him, reveling in his warmth. “Will you fuck me now?”

He laughed, the sound rich and full of affection. “Maybe we should wait for a while, let you calm down.”

You pulled back and gave him a look. “Spencer.”

With a playful smirk, he leaned in to pepper soft kisses along your jawline, trailing down to your neck. The warmth of his lips against your skin sent shivers of anticipation through your body.

And then he slipped off his clothes, and when he finally settled between your legs, pushing his throbbing cock into your dripping walls, you cling onto him desperately. Because nothing could compare to the pleasure he brought you, leaving you feeling whole and complete in a way that no toy ever could.

#🌺 anon #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic

[hanafubukki]

Hanaaa i have a hopefully fun question for you if you want to indulge? ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝´ ˘ `⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

how would you say the Disasomnia boys kiss? or even where do they enjoy kissing you most! ♡ hehe

Hello Gray 🌺🌻💞

When I saw this ask, I was so excited because I wanted to write more intimate/suggestive moments this year. 👏👏

But I also blue screened hahah Error 404. 😂😂

But I’m going to test my waters a bit and see how this goes:

Lilia Vanrouge:

He has lived centuries and traveled. He is the curious type, so it’s safe to say he’s not new to kissing. He has experience when it comes to intimacy of all kinds.

Initially, he would test the waters with his love. He, gradually and sometimes spontaneously, kisses you.

His kisses always left you breathless, even more so when he had a certain look in his eyes. His eyes speak of hunger and desire.

Don’t worry, precious, you’ll enjoy every moment while he partakes in his desire of you. His favorite place to kiss is where your heart is.

Normally, it would be your neck. After all, he can show everyone who you belong to.

But your heart? Your heart is his. Hearing the sounds as it beats for him calls to him. What a precious lullaby.

For him and him alone. He especially adores the way it beats when he’s with you. It’s all too telling how much you adore him. It’s okay love, his beats just as strong for you.

Malleus Draconia-Vanrouge:

He has lived for so long in terms of human years. He knows about intimacy and has even read it.

But he hasn’t experienced it before. With you, everything is new. He’s going to explore these moments with you. He’s all too willing to learn, especially with his lover.

But careful dear one, dragons are possessive. Once his hunger for you awakens, he’s going to be insatiable.

His kisses will consist of nips with teeth and with his tongue curling around yours. Leaving you gasping.

His favorite place to kiss would be your forehead, especially when you’re tucked into his arms. Here is where you belong and knowing you chose him above everyone else? How can he not love you?

His Future Queen.

His.

Silver Vanrouge:

Sweet dearest Silver would court you. He has learned how to court from his father, so expect something slow, in the beginning at least.

He would follow your pace and what you’re comfortable with. If you asked him for a kiss, he would gladly give it to you.

But careful, he’s the type to be passionate and once you open this pandora’s box, let it be known that never have you not needed to hold onto him for support.

He would wonder why he waited so long to kiss you and now he can’t get enough. So expect a kiss from him in the morning and at night at the very least.

His favorite spot to kiss is your hands. As a knight, he treats you as if you were nobility. You have his highest regard. But sometimes, you can’t help the shiver that runs through you as he nips at your wrist. His eyes conveying he wants so much more.

Sebek Zigvolt:

He has always been a loud one, hasn’t he? But with you? He’s quiet and tender. Not always, and surely not in the beginning, his passionate persona and determination would sometimes be difficult to handle.

But your patience with him and your comments would always be noted. He appreciates you. He knows how he can be given what others and especially Silver say.

So he takes his time with you. As you learn about him, he learns everything about you. Always the dutiful studious types.

He especially pays attention to what kinds of kisses you like, especially the ones that leave you asking him for more. The urge to consume you wholly is always there. He hungers for you and only you can satisfy it.

He loves marking you, but let it be known, that his favorite place to kiss is your eyelids and around that area. Because you have always seen him, haven’t you? When others didn’t and when he himself couldn’t, you have. With your eyes on him, he can hold himself proudly always.

I didn’t realize how long this became 😂🫶💞

Though this became more of a dating/kissing/favorite places combo didn’t it? 🤔😂 But I like how it turned out nonetheless. 💞💞

I had a couple ideas for each but chose these. ☺️💞🫶

#answered #🌺gray🌺 #posting this while asleep so I don’t keep editing this #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst silver x reader #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge x reader #silver vanrouge #x reader #x you #twst drabble #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst

[gl1tteryzebra]

Omg I just adore your writing!! I hope you're having a great day

I just read one of your gym bro!Rafe fics and I just can't help but think about reader helping him with his workouts by being on his back while he does pushups or letting him use her for his bench presses instead of the weights and she's js giggling and happy to help

Also could I be "🌺" annon if not taken!

ahh thank u so much darling!! my day has been amazing, hope urs has been too!! 🤭 (sorry this took so long)

rafe resisted the urge to roll his eyes as you continued to wheedle at him through batting lashing. he sighed, fingers combing through sandy locks in exasperation. "nah, not today kid, you’re just gonna distract me.”

your eyes widened, expressive balls pooling with despair. “distract you? no, promise I won’t, just wanna spend time with you, pleaseee."

"yeah, that so? wanna remind me what happened last time?" (the time in question when you ended up in the locker room with your back and legs pressed against the dewy shower walls...)

"mhm, I'll be good this time, promise."

rafe usually wasn't one to entertain your antics– tearing out any sign of bratty behaviour by the root before it could sprout into an even greater annoyance–but with the way your voice came out softly muffled, nuzzled into his thick bicep with that adorable pink dress that was a personal weakness...how could he refuse?

it was peak hour at the gym, a time in which both the most aspirational people you’d ever meet could be found at the same spot as the laziest motherfuckers in existence. a crease formed in rafe's brow followed by a curt scoff. you attention was piqued, ears poking up as you asked: "wha's the matter?"

rafe's piercing glare remained on the moron who sat within the barbell rack, fingers tap tap tapping against his phone as he nodded away to the music blasting through his headphones— completely unaware and ignorant.

rafe had half a mind to approach the guy with his fist, but he was snapped out of his darkening thoughts by your sweet, anchoring him back to reality.

his blue orbs flitted down to your form. your gaze turned questioning when his face contorted into a mischievous grin, "looks like I might have a use for you after all."

you squirmed, adjusting your position on the blondes back with a small giggle. his chest vibrated as he huffed out in response, “you comfy up there?”

“mhm!”

shortly after his arms began to shake, shallow breaths increasing in a way that sounded uncomfortable. “ah—shit ok, off off.”

you slid off the broad expanse of his back, hoping one foot to another as you waited for his next instruction. “how long was that?”

your pause said it all, mouth falling open into a dumb little gape. “um…”

“can’t even handle a simple instruction,” an amused snort slipped past his lips and he flicked your temple, “a’ight, next ones up. this time keep your brain runnin’ yeah?”

you nodded slowly, pretty eyes falling to the matted floors shamefully.“‘msorry for being useless, promise ‘m tryin’”

rafe lips cracked into a smile as he cupped your jaw, calloused thumbs rubbing over your delicate skin. “oh I know, kid, I know.”

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚

#🌺 anon #rafe cameron drabble #gym bro!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt #divider by @fairytopea

[random-twst-things]

*Leona's room*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey! It's time to wake up! The suns been up for the last hour!

Leona, waking up groggy and groaning: What do you want to do? Photosynthesize? 😑

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I'm surprised you even know what that word means.

Leona: and I'm surprised you don't know what the words "Don't bother me" mean.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Says the super senior.

Leona: 😐

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: are you awake now??

Leona: No, part of this feels like a dream and I'm hoping it ends in you leaving.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: AWWWWW you'd dream of me? 🤭

Leona: Don't flatter yourself herbivore, now get out.

Dividers from @/cafekitsune

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst memes #random-twst-things-incorrect-quotes #twst game #twisted wonderland x reader #🌺. random twst things #twst mc #twst leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona x mc #drabble #twst drabble #reader is gender neutral #gender neutral reader #twst y/n #twst yuu #dividers from: @cafekitsune

[maehemthemisfit]

what if reader had a kid but before they got to tell Scaramouche, he ran off with the gnosis to become a god and reader tried to search for him in Sumeru until their memory was wiped when he erased himself from the past. So now reader and their kid are living in sumeru and Wanderer spots them in a park and sees his past lover with a kid that oddly resembles him and oh archons is that... it couldn't be his, could puppets even have offspring?? and aunt Nahida chimes in like yup, that's your kid, but your family doesn't remember you.

So now he has to find a way to (re)establish a life with reader and find a way to adjust to having a kid and maybe resurface your lost memories so you know he's actually the father of your child and that he deeply loves you but didn't want you to be caught in the crossfire when he was becoming a god

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #scaramouche fluff #[🌺] mae ｡・⁠｡ talks genshin ♡⁠˖♪

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

This is a random thought going through my head and a very late drabble I may add to my large genshin fic with a god reader but here we go!

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As Marcel ran up to the Traveler, Paimon and Y/n he begged them to take him to the fountain that held his lover. The officer was dumbfounded at the insane man's request. Neuvillette stoically walked up, witnessing this request.

It left him confused, why would a man give up everything, even his own life, just to see one person again? Out of his own curiosity Neuvillette allowed it offering to accompany them, but before the group could go to the fountain Y/n had spoke up. His tone was of a rare seriousness.

"Before you go to the fountain that holds your lover within its waters, I must warn you I can not protect you from the bitter waters that flow. The poison it holds is not something to be trifled with. Head this warning, and if you chose to ignore it, it will only deepen the pain in your heart and the madness you have sewed for yourself. Now I ask if you still wish to go to that fountain, with the waters that you have poisoned."

Neuvillette looked at Y/n with fascinated eyes. This was not the man he once new from long ago, the oblivious immortal being that only ever wished for peace and goodness. Marcel begged Y/n to take him, ignoring the warning. Neuvillette walked by Y/n, as Aether, Paimon, and Marcel walked ahead of them.

"What did your warning mean, Y/n."

Y/n looked into Neuvillettes eyes, he saw the pain in those e/c eyes, not knowing how to respond. It shook Neuvillette's core to see such a sweet boy have such sorrow in his eyes. Y/n looked forward, staring at Marcel, as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"The voices we heard were not of Marcel's lover, but the rage of the women that he's hurt. They didn't deserve that pain, the fate they were given. My warning was of the rage filled spirits that flow in the fountain. I could feel the pain that drips, causing the water to hold poison."

Neuvillette only nodded in response, silence no gracing the two as they walked in tandem. It surprised Neuvillette how much Y/n grew from long ago, feeling proud of how he's matured. Once the group had reached the fountain, Y/n's warning had became truth.

#🪸.mermaid time #🪸.mermaid drabble #🌺.unnamed genshin x male reader fic #genshin impact #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x god male reader #genshin impact x god reader #genshin impact drabble #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette x god reader #x god reader #god reader #aether #paimon

[youre-ackermine]

Under the Mistletoe

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1360 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / Friends to lovers / Love confession / Fluff

Joining Levi to celebrate New Year's Eve was the best decision you had made in a long time. Life was so boring and dull since your best friend had left for France to study. No more talking over coffee between classes, no more late night studying together at the library, no more banter and silly jokes. And above all, no more movie nights cuddled up on the couch, wrapped together in both a cosy blanket and his comforting scent. You felt lonely and miserable. In short, you missed your best friend sorely.

Of course you caught up on each other’s life during your weekly phone call, but it’s his presence you missed the most. Your heart had skipped a beat when he had called you a few weeks ago, clearing his throat before blurting out the invitation in a hoarse tone. Hanging up, you couldn't help but giggle with eagerness at the idea of ​​seeing him again after months apart.

As the reunion day drew near, you had felt the excitement revealing itself in each of your gestures, in each of your thoughts, your mind racing with the silliest scenarios. Past the first few days, busying yourself buying your ticket, packing your suitcase, choosing the evening dress you’d wear for the party, your mood had changed. You had lost your appetite. You could barely sleep. Nervousness was taking the best of you. You couldn’t wait to go to Paris.

Reuniting with him had thrown you into emotional turmoil. Despite the “Mlle l’Emmerdeuse" sign he was holding as a joke, despite the familiar smirk plastered on his face, the moment you had seen him waiting for you at the airport had made you stop in your tracks, palms sweating and throat tight. Something about the way he looked at you seemed different, something yearning and intense.

Regardless you had thrown yourself in his arms and, as he had pulled you closer to him, you had nuzzled into his neck and taken in his comforting scent, the very scent you had missed so much on countless sleepless nights. Tears of relief had welled up in your eyes and your heart seemed to have swelled in your chest. You had shivered under his touch and clung to him for a while before letting him go as the heat of embarrassment flushed your cheeks.

You could no longer conceal the obvious: you were deeply, hopelessly in love with your best friend.

The hour that followed was nothing more now than a blur of disjointed chatter, clumsy gestures and awkward silence. Levi had dropped you off at your hotel, giving you some time to get ready. You had struggled to calm down, your whole body still reacting to the unexpected realization of your feelings. You couldn’t figure out yet how to behave around him. Seeing your best friend in this new light had left you confused and, to be really honest, a little ashamed.

When he picked you up later to go to the soirée, he looked so good in his black tuxedo that you almost missed the sparkle in his eyes and the startled gasp he had let out when you had reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the lobby to join him. Your evening gown fitted perfectly, smoothly hugging your curves. The light touches of makeup here and there discreetly highlighted your face. You were breathtaking.

Uneasiness lurked into the confined space of the car as you both remained silent. Levi’s attention was stubbornly focused on the road while you admired the city Christmas lights through the window, thinking about how your silly crush on him would muddy your friendship. Luckily enough, it was a quick drive to your destination and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you finally got out of the car.

Your first glance at the impressive beauty of this hôtel particulier near the Tour Eiffel left you speechless for a while. Elegant garlands of warm white lights hung on the front wall, bathing the garden in a festive glow. A few candle lanterns lined the stairs, tracing the path up to the front door. Apparently Levi’s new friends were ridiculously rich.

As soon as you stepped inside, heat slapped your face and music filled your ears. The house was soberly decorated, a few shining ornaments and tinsels were placed here and there and a bouquet of mistletoe hung from the ceiling in the hallway. In the main room, people were already dancing under strobe lights. Levi helped you take off your coat and you shrugged the tension off your shoulders as you followed him across the packed room to the buffet. The fancy display of mouth-watering delicacies helped you snap out of your thoughts for good.

Levi introduced you to his group of friends who stood next to the bar on your left, laughing and raising their glasses to the last remnants of the year and the appealing promises of the new one. One of them poured some champagne in a flute for you while another shoved a plate of appetizers under your nose. They did their best to make you feel welcome.

After a few bites of delicious food, Levi, always the life and soul of the party, stuck with his friends while you hit the dance floor. Mingling with the partygoers released most of the tension building between the two of you so far. You felt his eyes linger on you at first but soon you were so absorbed in the music that you forgot about your turmoil for a moment.

And now, after dragging yourself to the bar all sweating and panting but somewhat relaxed, here you were trying your best to talk with his college friends over the deafening music, slipping a few words of French you vaguely remembered here and there into the conversation. You got along pretty well with Levi’s roommates and you would enjoy the party more if your best friend hadn’t left a while ago, vanishing into the crowd.

Around midnight, you couldn’t help but glance around to find him until you felt a warm hand settling on the small of your back.

“Je peux vous la voler un instant?” Levi asked his friends before taking you away.

He slipped his hand into yours and led you through the crowded dance floor, weaving his way out of the room. Feeling the warm skin of his palm against yours, the reassuring squeeze of his fingers, made your heart race faster and a delicious sensation spread through your body, as if you were floating in the air.

He stopped as he reached the hallway and turned to you, taking both of your hands in his and locking eyes with you. Something between worry and determination showed on his face and for a moment you couldn’t help but take in his handsome features, the sharp line of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips.

“I…I have, er…I have something to tell you,” he stammered. “Something, er. Something I want to tell you for a while now, but. You know, er…Shit...You know I'm bad with words, right?” He squeezed your hands on the last word.

You nodded, not sure if you wanted to hear what he was about to say. Your heart sank at the thought that he had realized what you felt for him and wanted to put your relationship to an end because of how disturbing all of this was. But, maybe because of the changes you had noticed in the way Levi looked at you, a teeny, tiny part of you, the one that allowed the butterflies to flutter in your chest, the one that allowed your skin to shiver under his touch, that part couldn’t help but hope.

The hubbub of the party starting the countdown suddenly turned into a blur when Levi leaned in, his face so close to yours that you felt his warm breath on your skin. Your heart pounded in your ears and you finally let the butterflies deliciously flutter in your chest. Leaning even closer, he whispered “je t’aime“ against your lips before kissing you softly.

Your first kiss.

Under the mistletoe.

Requested for my 300 followers event by Suki @suukee @sckerman 🩵

I hope you'll like it!

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A/N: Kissing under the mistletoe is a New Year’s Eve / New Year’s Day custom in France rather than a Christmas custom as in other countries // English is not my usual language

Proofreading @sixpennydame thank you so much my lovely Bestie <333

Translation

Mlle l’Emmerdeuse >>> Miss Annoyance

Hôtel particulier >>> Mansion

Je peux vous la voler un instant? >>> Can I borrow her from you for a sec?

Je t'aime >>> I love you

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Header: @youre-ackermine

Star divider: @saradika-graphics

Fireworks divider: @firefly-graphics

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You can find the event masterlist (in progress) HERE

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

you made me blush in my inbox 😡😡 so here it is:

♡ friends to lovers where steve overhears his shy! inexperienced! giggly! s/o calling him “dreamy” or “a dreamboat” to robin because she firmly believes he is her dream come true

i have a draft saved with just a list of concepts to send so lmk if you’re curious olhem

A/N: okay, so I've had a bit of writers block the past few weeks... lots of ideas, but the words just aren't flowing. so, I'm sorry darling that this is super short... still cute though! ALSO! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARMONIA! (it's in two days, but still. happy birthday baby 😘)

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“What?” you shifted, demanding an explanation for Steve’s indestructible gaze. 

“Oh no, nothing,” he smiled adoringly, not shifting those big brown eyes off you even a millimetre. 

“Seriously, why are you staring at me?”

Leaning in close, you thought for a moment that he was gonna kiss you, but then when his nose bumped against yours, he breathed out, “you think I’m dreamy…”

“Oh my god,” you bowed your head, trying to hide the rapidly growing blush upon your cheeks.

Determinedly following your head down, he sang into your hair, “you think I’m a dreamboat. You think I’m your prince charming. You are so in love with me…”

“Stop it,” you pleaded through your smile, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

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[ang1l1na]

‘what’s wrong su? are you okay?’ The sound of your sweet voice greeted him as he stepped into the house. No replies, he just buried his face into your chest and snaked both his arms around your waist. You knew he had a bad day at work, though it wasn’t common for suguru to have bad days because he was always so calm and understanding with everyone, but not today. ‘do you want some food suguru? I’m here if you want to talk.’ you asked him politely using the sweetest softest tone you can. ‘I’m fine, I’m just tired. Can we cuddle for a bit? I don’t wanna let go of you.’ His voice was deeper and raspier than normal, poor baby. He must be tired. ‘Of course! Cmon I’ll get you changed and we can cuddle. Maybe even a movie.’ You chuckled, suguru was so adorable when he’s feeling clingy.

‘I love you.’

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[whipped-for-fictionals]

"over the brief time we've spent together, i've grown so enthralled by you. the way you move, the way you speak. your smile, your laugh. i can't help it, everything about you is so wonderful. it feels like home" kazuha says softly, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles one by one. the wind blows between you, encasing this memory in your mind forever

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[edensrose]

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day six : doom

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖    námo⠀〳 reader⠀  ❜࿔ 

· ⊰ synopsis. death is his domain, and yet námo finds himself slipping when he sees a vision of your demise ( angst ៸៸ death ៸៸ war themes )

· ⊰ notes. I am. . . not okay and now neither will any of y'all be <3

He has seen death ample times in his millennia’s worth of existence.

He has witnessed the grief and wallowing of thousands of souls that enter his halls.

He has even found beauty in it. Death, that is. The release of responsibilities. The fierce, icy grip that would soon lead to peace.

He admired it, he envied it.

And yet. . . The day that Námo perceived your final moments, he found himself unable to function. Unable to speak, eat, sleep.

Countless times has he seen death, and yet nothing shook him more to his core than the sight of you laying there on the battlefield. Your body painted with crimson and your eyes shut. That beautiful face of yours so serene despite the wounds that littered your fána. For a moment, he may have considered the possibility of you simply lost in slumber, if it were not for the scene of chaos that carried on around you.

That is what his world had become, chaos. The realisation that he could not protect you broke him in several ways. He knew that this was unstoppable. He knew that this was fate. But what the Vala also knew is that this was cruelty in its finest. For The One to have shown him such horrible imageries — of the person he holds dear no less. . .

Námo was in a state. To know that your end would not be a peaceful send off. You would pass away in the heat of battle, the day of Dagor Dagorath. He will witness your death and yet, despite all his power and might he will not be able to reach you.

For the first time in his entire existence, he wished to listen to the whispers. To defy the very law by which Eru governs. To escape the loop. To break the will. The sight of you laying there on the ground was simply too much to bear.

It keeps him awake for weeks.

Months.

And worst of all? He finds himself drawing away from you. For whenever he sees your face, images of that fateful day to come plague his very eyes. He cannot move, cannot speak. He is ill with anxiety. Choking on the bitter reality.

He shuts you out.

He shuts you out, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Even when his mind screams at him. Reminds him that this is the route that his Creator has set out for him, he still continues. He isolates himself from you. Like a puppet on the strings he obeys and is pulled in the direction of this unwarranted fate.

It matters not how much he tries to fight it. Nor how much he wishes to scream until his lungs pour with crimson as he curses the name he has only ever known as holy.

And it is not until you are lying there on that battlefield. Peaceful amongst the chaos. Unaware of his wailing agony and his desperation to get to you. To scoop you up in his arms and savour your warmth. To whisper into your hair and kiss your lips one final time

It is only then that he truly realises the meaning of the word doom.

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[hanafubukki]

Hanaaaaaa ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Imagine Lilia reading to baby!Silver and Malleus, making faces and funny, high-pitched voices for each of the characters in the story. I cant-- this is so cute 😭😭

Hello Lorkai 🌺🌻💞

This is adorable! I can see Baby Malleus finding the faces and sounds Lilia makes weird but enjoyable, especially since his baby brother loves it so much.

Summary: Lilia reads Baby Malleus and Silver a story.

Papa was doing those weird faces and voices again. It was rather strange when he would do this, but Malleus enjoyed these moments the most.

Papa would gather him in his arms, bring blankets, a book, and some snacks to enjoy by the fire.

Cuddling Papa and hearing the comforting inflection in his voice always lulled Malleus into the sweetest sleep.

Now that Silver joined their family, it was better than ever.

Cuddling next to his baby brother in the arms of their father brought a sense of serenity and pleasure to Malleus.

Silver would laugh along when Papa would make those funny faces and join with his high pitched squeals.

Silver would clap his hands and wave when Papa used his magic to bring figures alive from the pages of the book.

Malleus enjoyed these sounds of laughter and warmth, to the point that soft purrs would be released.

He loved most of all, when Silver would pull him close into a hug. When Papa would pull up the blankets around them, his arms protecting them.

In this embrace, Malleus had everything he wished for: a brother and father he loves with his entire being.

In such content Malleus falls asleep daily, cradled in the arms of his loved ones.

They always make me so soft 🥹💚💞

Hope you enjoyed this Lorkai ☺️🌻💚

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[diorleclerc]

I had a dream last night, where you were at charles' house and u were watching a movie on the sofa, and he was starting getting touchy so putting his hand on your inner thigh, starting to go a lil bit higher yk and you guys started making out and you were on top of him and he pick u up and fucks you on the kitchen counter like aaaa that's so hot

-🌺 (I'm new, sorry English it's not my first language)

what do i have to do to have these type of dreams?

you’re sitting between his legs and his hands are running up and down your thighs. his touches started off innocent but then his hands started moving up higher.

they moved from your thighs up to your hips, squeezing them a little before his hands moved to the front of your shorts.

he dips ins fingertips into the waistband of them, barely touching the hem of your lace panties.

he runs his fingertips along the hem for a bit just to tease you before slipping them underneath your panties.

and you think that he’s done with his teasing now, but no. he collects your wetness onto his fingers, barely dipping his fingers into your hole then lightly circles them around your clit before he removes them from your shorts.

you turn around to face him, watching as he licked his fingers, moaning lightly as he did.

he picks you up and turns you around so you’re straddling his lap then grips your jaw and brings you in for a kiss.

when he pulls away and sets you down on the couch, you think he’s going to touch you again.

“i’m gonna get a snack. want anything?” he asks, standing up to head to the kitchen.

“what?” you ask in disbelief. “i want a snack,” he shrugs and leaves the living room, knowing that you were going to follow soon enough.

and he’s right. because two seconds after he steps into the kitchen, you’re also there.

“seriously?”

“what?” he asks. his voice is innocent but the smirk on his face is anything but.

“you- you are such a tease!” you exclaim as he pushes you against the counter. “i thought you like when i’m a tease?” he asks.

“i like it better when you make me cum.”

“say please.”

normally you would say please and beg him. but you’re not in the mood to be teased right now.

you pull him in for a rough kiss, which surprises him. you tug on his hair as you kiss him, making him moan into your mouth.

while you’re kissing, you slip your hand down his sweats and squeeze his cock in your hand.

you stroke it up and down, feeling him get harder and harder. your thumb runs across his tip, making him whimper softly.

when you break away from the kiss, you also remove your hand from his sweats.

“i think i’m gonna get back to the movie now.”

you start to walk out but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“oh no, i said i came in here for a snack. and i think i know what i wanna eat now.”

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[maehemthemisfit]

mermaid! scaramouche splashing water in your face with his tail, causing you to become soaked. he would laugh and wave you off, though not before peering through his half-lidded eyes to see your expression. he’s been the most interesting mer-person by far.

he says he doesn’t like to sing but does it so well. he hates eating fish but knows a lot about which one is better for grilling. he says human treasure is worthless, yet he always finds himself being drawn to inazuman clothes and accessories washed ashore. he says he doesn’t get sunburnt but demands that you set up an umbrella for him.

truly the most annoying of his kind, but he owns it.

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THE UMBRELLA PART IS KILLING MEEE HE'S SO SPOILED 😭

The most high maintenance and tedious mermaid to work with honestly. You don't know why you keep coming back, just to practically be in his servitude. He expects you to cook every fish he brings you for him to eat, and it has to be seasoned and grilled perfectly, otherwise he'll complain for ages and claim that you're trying to poison him (He still eats it all tho). You're too enamored by him to leave, your curiosity always bringing you back to his shore. He's always cranky though if you've been away for a long time.

He's the type to throw fish or crabs at passersby to keep them away from your meeting spot. Sometimes, he spits a stream of water at children and swims away just as they bring their parents, pointing at the water to say that they saw a person, just for their parents to drag them away and tell them to stop making up stories while he's happily giggling underwater.

When you're bored, you make sandcastles together, and he's always the ruler of whatever kingdom you make. He pretends that all the sand dwellers/critters are his subjects and sometimes (tries) to hold public executions for any he deemed defy them (they were running away) just for you to stop him before he chops a poor crab and ask you to cook it.

And as much as he doesn't care for treasures as he claims, he still goes digging around the ocean floor, excavating treasures from the ocean and from lost human possessions to lazily gift them to you, claiming he found them laying around and thought you'd appreciate the 'junk' or whatever humans called it. He loved seeing your face light up at the things he brings, but he'll never admit it.

He doesn't usually engage in your conversation about your day, but you find that he tokens every little like and dislike you happen to mention and keeps it in the back of his mind for later, sometimes using it to pick out better gifts. He plays coy (lol) whenever you ask him about it though!

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[hirak0s]

She had every reason to have her bankai; her confidence was back; she let go of the past; people were depending on her, they believed in her; and she was trusting others again… She had even told one that she trusted him with her life and now the life of another soul. Ayame just had to talk to Rakkagan for a nice long talk, and see if that mirror image of hers would finally crack.

Ayame had ended up sitting in Kisuke's lap, holding her sword, with both hands, while cross-legged. She knew she could do this. Closing her eyes, she worked on focusing on speaking with her Zanpakuto Spirit in her inner world. Rakkagan was there, in the theater of empty seats, as a mirror image of Ayame. Sitting on the stage, her legs were crossed, dangling over the edge, bouncing forward and back. The two got along well, but Ayame had yet to crack the mirror image. Today was going to be the day she did it.

The blonde would approach the other, hoping words would finally sway this stubborn Spirit of hers. "There're people out there who trust me, believe in me, and I believe in myself an' trust that I can follow through with everythin' goin' on." Which, admittedly, wasn't much other than incubating a soul at the moment while chasing hollows, doing paperwork, doing something she loved, and being with someone she loved.

The snooty 'blonde' woman shook her head. "But do you really believe those words you speak?" The mirror image made sure she was speaking the truth and actually did believe in herself. Have that confidence she once had back; she mended everything. Every reason, she gave Ayame her shikai…

" 'course I do! I'm not lettin' 'em down. I've let the past go—not sayin' I forgive or that I'm ever gonna forget what Aizen did, but… To move forward, I gotta let go of it. I can' stay b'hind anymore. I gotta continue on! Get my feet goin' in the right direction." Ayame was adamant in her words as she spoke to the other.

"You believe you can wield your bankai without any qualms? With what it can do? Including the preparation and the thought needed to go into it?" The mirror image was cracking, about to shatter even. "So be it…" That mirror image would shatter and there stood a woman with purple hair, not blonde, and her hair was longer than Ayame's. Her eyes were nearly white, with a pupil to… indicate which direction she was looking. The woman had a rather wide-brimmed hat on and wore a dress that looked similar to an iris. "Then allow me to introduce myself again, as your bankai, Rakkagan-jou-ou."

Ayame stood there, amazed at the woman. So her spirit had been messing with her this whole time. A mirror reflection to hide what-- And then that hit her—that's been a lot of what she had been doing. Hiding. Her lack of confidence caused most of it. A week or so ago, it was simply nerves, not confidence bottoming out. Though she was curious, what could be so dangerous about this Bankai? "With what it can do?"

"You get into the head of someone else; force them into an illusion before you puppet the body around to attack their allies." There was a smile on her face. "And the illusion they have to live through is fighting themselves, just as you've had to deal with me… and fighting your own inner battles. Except they'll be fighting an illusion of themselves. In most cases, they die to the illusion; they die on the field, not knowing they've killed people they sided with. You shouldn't have to use this very often. But I'm sure you understand there's a risk of using it on an ally if you don't focus on the right person." This meant Ayame had to be tactical but also careful, and as for where the confidence came in… She had to be confident in that ability, and herself, or someone could break out of that illusion.

That… did sound complicated, and Ayame was in awe that it still needed to be illusionary, and it still involved mind tricks and strings, but she now understood why her Zanpakuto spirit kept it away from her for so long. "Thank you… fer believin' in me 'nough to give me my bankai." And now, how was she to train it? Felt like hollows wouldn't have the right kind of consciousness to get through to their little thoughts. But… she could try after she came out of her inner world.

The purple-haired woman watched the young blonde before her and said, "Just don't make me regret it. You are strong and have rebounded from what you would consider your worst years, yet you persevere and move on. Do remember my words; it is a dangerous bankai if used on the wrong person. However, if you believe they to be able to best themselves in a fight, you could perhaps use it on another shinigami." Ayame had to trust her judgment as well when it came to using it. Pick the right person on the battlefield—the strongest one. "There are options for training… But, you have to trust your instincts and experience; make the calls from here." The woman couldn't call the shots for her in a fight.

That… felt like a lot of weight, but she was ready to handle it, though she did have at least one person in mind who was more than capable of handling himself in a fight with himself—that would be her own brother. Potentially Kisuke too, but did she want to do that? She didn't want to hurt either of them, but both of them were perfectly capable of holding their own. It wouldn't hurt to ask first and explain what she was doing, though. Ayame thanked her Zanpakuto spirit again before leaving her inner world.

Eyes opening once more, still sitting in Kisuke's lap, hands holding onto the sheath of her Zanpakuto. "I did it; she lemme have it." Ayame didn't sound hyped up or excited, but calm.

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