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tokoumaru · 1 year

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★ liyue boys' voicelines about you!

feat.childe, zhongli, xiao tags. headcanons, fluff, gender neutral reader, established relationships (for childe and zhongli) word count. 1.9k tw. mentions of fights on childe's part and light injuries on xiao's part.

synopsis. genshin impact boys and their in-game voicelines about you!

voicelines series. part 1: liyue, part 2: mondstat, part 3: inazuma, part 4: sumeru

childe/tartaglia

About You (Friendship Lv. 4)

(Y/N)? You mean my assistant? Are they finishing up the paperwork I assigned them? Tell me comrade, what might they be doing on this fine day? It's been such a long time since I've last seen them! What do you mean you saw us together by the harbor just last night? Well, aren't you quite keen... To tell you the truth, they're one of my most formidable opponents. They're quite adept at the bow- not as adept as me of course. As for why we spend so much time together... heh, they just so happen to be a close ally of mine.

More About Tartaglia: Closest Companion (Friendship Lv. 5)

There isn't many you can trust while working in an organization like the Fatui, *sigh* especially when most your coworkers are cunning Harbingers. Aside from being my assistant, (Y/N) is one of the only few people I can trust wholeheartedly. They've accompanied me throughout the many battles I've fought, and though they might not be as great of a warrior as me- a given, they're quite the entertaining sparring buddy... when they start getting serious, I can't help but feel a few tingles crawl my back when I see their malicious eyes directed at me.

More About Tartaglia: Childhood Friends (Friendship Lv. 6)

Morepesok was just a small village, everyone knew of each other and their grandparents... (Y/N) had been my only friend back then, before and after I ventured deep into the abyss. Teucer, Tonia, and Anthon just love them! Though, I have to admit I do get a bit jealous of my siblings when they steal their attention for quite awhile. Aside from my family, they may be the only good memories I have of that seaside town. Every spontaneous battle I win, every rash decision I make, they're somehow always there to make things better... the taste of victory could never feel better without them by my side. I'm truly thankful that they've stuck by me for so long... I'll protect them no matter what.

About You: Lovers (Friendship Lv. 10)

(Y/N)... my lover? You could tell from the sound of my voice when I was talking about them? Hah, was I too obvious? Well, It wasn't like I was trying to hide it from you, comrade. It's true, we've been lovers for quite awhile now, and I wouldn't have it any other way! They're quite the sweetheart, I'm sure I've told you about how they accompanied me throughout my entire life. Hmm... You don't get how they could stay with someone like me for so long? What exactly do you mean by that, comrade? Simply put, it's because they love me and I love them of course! And if they do happen to think of leaving… well, as if I'd let that happen. Comrade, one day I will conquer the world, and you'll see my dearest (Y/N) right beside me. If it just so happens that they aren't there to see it... I'll make it so that there won't be any world, person, or god left for anyone to conquer, and not even you can stop me.

zhongli/morax

About You (Friendship Lv. 4)

There is a small flower shop of the highest quality residing in the outskirts of Liyue Harbor, there lies a quiet but passionate vendor that goes by the name (Y/N). Ever since I had surrendered my duties as the Geo Archon, they have helped me acclimatize to 'mortal' life greatly. Though I may have overseen Liyue's growth to prosperity from the very beginning, there are still some mortal nuances that are lost on a being as old as I am. I truly appreciate their presence and ever-lasting kindness for a newcomer such as I.

More About Zhongli: Favorite Places (Friendship Lv. 5)

I often spend my days at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, working there as a Consultant for those departed. Although, in rare moments in which I am freed from my duties, you may also find me at Third-Round Knockout or Xinyue Kiosk enjoying a few Liyuen delicacies. Hmm? (Y/N)? The flower shop right next to Wanmin Restaurant? Ah, yes... perhaps I do spend a generous amount of my time there… Just how exactly do I spend so much hours in such a quaint flower shop, you ask? Well, there is only one possible thing one can do in a such a shop— that is to purchase flowers of the most beautiful kind. For who? ...It seems you're quite the curious individual, my friend.

More About Zhongli: The Past and the Future (Friendship Lv. 6)

Although I've resigned myself to 'mortal' life, the memories of acting as Liyue's longstanding Archon are ones that I can never bring myself to leave in dust. There is a flower shop on the outskirts of Liyue Harbour, I am sure you have seen me frequent the quiet place beforehand... May it be Violet grass, Qingxins, Silk flowers, or even rarities such as Glaze lilies, you may find it there. For someone who has lived as long as I have, each object- each flower- has become a reminder of times long ago. Whenever I visit the serenic shop, I cannot help but halt and reminisce about friends whose memories, both pleasant and unpleasant, only live in the flowers they used to love... Deciding to live as 'Zhongli', even if the task may pose to be quite difficult, I have promised to put these matters behind me, such as my contract dictates... Though, looking up from the nostalgic flowers to see (Y/N)'s auspicious smile never fails to remind me that, perhaps, there may still be more to discover for someone such as I, who has possibly witnessed everything there could be.

About You: Lovers (Friendship Lv. 10)

As the longstanding 'God of Contracts', there are many contracts that hold great importance to me. Though, in the centuries I've lived up until now, there is one that reigns above all. The contract with my dearest (Y/N) is one that I hold most close to my heart. What sort of contract, you ask? It is one where only the closest of partners can enact, in mortal terms you may call it 'matrimony'. For someone who has lived through a millennium, I was quite hesitant to proceed with this sort of contract, after all, it was a contract that requires one to dedicate a life's worth of time. However, once I saw (Y/N)'s optimistic eyes at the slightest mention, perhaps I already knew of their answer. Since then, there has not been even the slightest feeling of regret at my decision to dedicate my mortal life to them. Each moment I spend with my dearest is one I will treasure greatly. They listen to each of my long tangents about the history of Liyue with ease... It would provide great relief if I were to spend my last moments in this world by their side.

xiao/alatus

About You (Friendship Lv. 4)

(Y/N)... It's hard not to know of a persistent mortal with such great tenacity. Unlike other mortals, they seem to lack a sense of danger and most especially, a sense of boundaries. Hmph... their irritating gesture of offering me a plate of Almond Tofu every night is not necessary for a Yaksha such as I, who does not need sustenance to live. They truly have no respect for the ways of the Adepti...

More About Xiao: The Ways of the Yaksha (Friendship Lv. 5)

As the last remaining Yaksha, it is my duty to conquer the demonic spirits that plague the outskirts of Liyue. This responsibility is one that I have been assigned to from the moment I had been saved by Rex Lapis. Though I've dealt with the subject of death for centuries, the karmic debt it brings me only weighs heavier on my shoulders... Yet, that tenacious mortal... (Y/N)... why is it that the weight of my debt disappears in the uncommon moments I speak to them? Tch... it doesn't matter. The karmic debt I’ve accumulated is my burden to carry. A mere mortal could never alleviate nor withstand it... especially not a fragile one such as (Y/N).

More About Xiao: Human Emotions (Friendship Lv. 6)

I'm far from human. I can't make much of human emotions... why does that mortal- (Y/N), go such great lengths to form a bond with me? I do not understand why they persistently come back to Wangshu Inn after I've deliberately ignored their advances... There was one night where their absence caused me a great amount of trouble. At the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the table in which they had often offered me their Almond Tofu was empty. At the same time, I had sensed a great deal of demonic energy at the mountains of Qingyun Peak. Tch... That fragile mortal was caught up in a losing fight between two Mitachurls. How could they be so stupid. I was about to leave once I had ascertained their safety, yet with such audacity did they grip my wrist just to simply give me a single Qingxin flower. How childish. The gesture was completely unnecessary, it was only burdensome. I cannot save them from danger each time they decide to offer me a measly item. This flower tied to my belt? Hmph. I... forget it.

More About Xiao: Human Emotions II (Friendship Lv.7)

(Y/N)... Why does their presence stir such a storm within me. Yakshas have no need for trifling pests such as emotion. I can't fathom why I… greatly desire their company. Hmph, I have no time for such distractions when the perpetual battle I face continues on... Yet, why does the weight on my shoulders only grow heavier when I continue to ignore their presence? Traveler, as you are the closest to mortals, tell me, what must one do to get rid of this burdensome feeling… I can't? What do you mean, I can't? You mean to tell me... the only way to rid of this emotion is to face (Y/N)? Tch. Impossible. A Yaksha who is burdened by a great weight of karmic debt could never sit next to a fragile mortal such as themselves. It is my duty to protect the citizens of Liyue, not bring death upon them caused by my karmic debt. Me? Worried? Ha. Do not judge adepti by your mortal ideals. I am only doing my duty as a protector of Liyue.

About You: Lovers/Companions (Friendship Lv.10)

The mortal concept of emotions- especially love, is something foreign to a Yaksha such as I, who has only known death. The night in which I asked you what I was feeling for (Y/N), Morax- or as he now goes by- Zhongli, had travelled to Wangshu Inn. He had come by just to inform me of his 'matrimony' with a mortal... it had stirred such confusion within me to see such a soft look on his face. Tell me, was that what I looked like when I spoke of (Y/N)? Before he left, Morax told me that it wouldn't hurt to indulge in mortal desires now that Liyue was capable of standing on its own... Although I am an inhumane Yaksha, the feelings that arose whenever I saw (Y/N) were too intense to dismiss... When they asked me to be their 'lover', there was nothing else I could do but agree. Do I regret it? Hmph. Adepti such as myself don't feel emotions akin to regret... perhaps they may feel emotions such as love, unfortunately.

a/n. tbh this was so hard to write... HELP it was very hard to try and make these voicelines actually sound like them! i had to actually use my brain for once... I TRULY APOLOGIZE IF IT WAS OOC (heavy on xiao)! HELP i think its obvious that xiaos my favourite... but it was also because I didn't know how to make him have a loverasdhjsds. also whenever I typed in the phrase about you I couldnt help but start singing the 1975's about you hehe

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seventies-arcana · 9 months

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PAC: you're someone's muse; this is how they'd describe you

good evening lovies, i hope tonights super moon is treating you well. in this pac reading, you will find out how someone would describe you if you were their muse. this reading is purely for entertainment and enjoyment purposes.

ask upon your guides/higher self to help guide you to whichever pile/photo you should pick, then read the corresponding message. images are not mine

pick a picture to begin✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

pile one (the field): pleasing + give way

you are such a pleasing and enjoyable person to spend time with. the things you are able to do, no matter how minuscule you might find them to be, are awe-striking. there's a passion behind your eyes that adds to the radiance that surrounds you. with this, you are very attentive. you remember things people say which makes others feel seen in a way they've never felt before. you're down for whatever in the best way possible and it makes you someone that could only ever be described as fun to be around. you're adventurous at heart and consider home to be wherever your loved ones are. this makes people feel safe around you. the smell of late summer, campfires and sunflowers is something to be associated with you. you're a breath of fresh air.

pile two (the clementine): care + apple of the eye

oh, you are just so sweet. so kindhearted. you care for people so deeply and love so wholeheartedly. you make people see their insecurities as something to find beautiful. your hugs make people feel protected, it is easy to fall asleep when wrapped up in your arms. your eyes are mesmerizing, so easy to get lost in. one moment, they are doe-like, the next, the exact opposite. it's the way you flirt with your eyes that makes others feel so weak in the knees. but this doesn't make you cheeky. in fact, you are loyal and committed to the one you love. because when you love, you love intensely. you are a romantic at heart. your energy is reminiscent of candle lit homemade dinners that begin a night of endless cuddles. of fresh florals and luscious baths. you are a place of comfort.

pile three (the cat): challenge + puppy energy

you will never lower your standards or settle for someone who isn't what you want, and that is just so attractive. you know what type of relationships you want and that adds to your appeal. not just anyone can be the reciprocator of your divine affection. you speak to people once and they cant help but want to learn more about you. you're siren-like without even intending to be. once you truly let someone into your heart, you become such a lovable softie. you are so sweet and wholesome when you love, no one would ever guess it. your reminiscent of fresh linen blankets in perfectly cool rooms. your touch is soft and soothing. when you smile, genuinely smile, it brightens the mood of anyone around to see it. to be able to receive the love you give is one in a million. you are unlike anyone else.

pile four (the beach): no judgements + new perspectives

you are the model example of how everyone should be. you are accepting of people, no matter their status, and care deeply for those who may have been overlooked by others. you treat people however they treat you. you know your worth and will never let someone tarnish it. you are unapologetically yourself and that is something so rare to find, it makes others captivated by you. nonetheless, you are mysterious. you savor some aspects of yourself and only show them to the people you love. these aspects of you are the most rewarding thing to experience. every now and then, you can be mischievous. but it is all in good fun. you are filled with surprises and each one of them adds to your allure. you remind others of violets and nights spent walking along the coastline. you are utterly captivating.

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yuyusuyu · 4 months

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the return of the princess treatment chronicles ?!

synopsis. mingi loves that you treat him like a princess, really, he does! hey, he means it! he really likes it! however... he's a tad bit sad that he's the only one getting flustered by such actions while you're basking in pride of your affect on him. which is why he must show you the power of the princess treatment himself! little does he know that you, his sweets, also have a very special list...

pairing. bf! song mingi x fem! reader

genres/au. fluff, romance, comedy, established relationship, non idol au, (implied) college au

warnings. couple stuff (kissing, hugging, etc.), cursing, teasing, mentions of alcohol (and alcohol consumption), a guy being weird 💀, yunho has. a weird goofy and all knowing moment (i will not elaborate on this).

rating. mature (alcohol consumption)

wc. 3.4k

part 1 here !

a/n. my last work of the year ! how exciting~~ i hope you all like the long awaited part two of the princess treatment chronicles !! not proofread... again... lol...

reblogs and comments are appreciated as it helps with not getting shadowbanned !

MINGI looks down at you, eyes narrowed as he tries to gauge your expression, while you happily hum. he wants to ask you if you feel uncomfortable, holding his hand while he has his arm thrown over your shoulder, instead he asks the opposite.

"be honest," he says, his tongue darting out to lick his lips while your gaze flickers up to him, trying to see him through the worn edges of mingi’s hoodie, before going back to what's in front of you. "do you know about the list?"

"what list?" you ask, a brow raised at him. you push the door open to the bar and walk in after he does. "oh!" gasping, you grin at him, entwining your hands. "are you talking about the poems you have in your notes app?"

mingi gapes at you, ears turning bright red and his cheeks matching the color. "what? no!"

"oh," you blink at him. "well, that's the only thing i've read on your phone. which reminds me…" stopping before you reach your usual table, you wiggle your eyebrows at him, lips tugged to form a lopsided smile. "who are you writing those love poems about, hm? are they about me, loverboy?"

scrunching his nose, mingi leans down and bumps his forehead with your own, eyes darting over every feature on your face. you quiet down, the words you wanted to say getting caught in the back of your throat at the intensity of your boyfriend's gaze. with a low hum, a small smile breaks out on his lips. “and what if they are about you, hm?”

your eyes widen in a comedic manner, face feeling unbearably hot as you gently push him away. mingi laughs wholeheartedly at your flustered reaction, following after you as you hurriedly slide into the same booth as yunho's, who stares between you and mingi with an eyebrow cocked. mingi shrugs, taking a seat next to you and effectively sandwiching you between him and the other giant in your trio.

“what's got you looking like that?” yunho asks, blinking as his hand reaches out to grab a fry from the tray he ordered not too long ago.

“mingi,” you mumble, reaching out and grabbing a handful of fries, popping one into your mouth and chewing slowly. “by the way, he’s acting weird.”

“he’s always weird,” yunho replies, deadpanning. mingi leans over to whack the back of the blond’s head, emitting a whine from him.

“am not,” mingi huffs, eyes narrowed down at yunho. naturally, he throws his arm around you, his hand playing with material covering your shoulder. “by the way, did you tell her about the list?”

completely ignoring his question, yunho turns his attention towards you. “you know about the list?”

“what list?” you ask, exasperation laced in your voice. “the only list i know about is the one filled with love poems he dedicates to me.”

“you know about that, too?” yunho looks over at mingi. “dude, you are so bad at hiding stuff from yn.”

“what list are you guys talking about?” you look between both of your best friends, pouting.

“nothing!” mingi says, attempting to distract you from the conversation at hand by peppering your face with kisses.

it works.

when mingi pulls away and you stop giggling, you feel heart pick up its pace with the pretty smile mingi wears, eyes forming crescents as he looks at you. he presses one last kiss on your nose, nuzzling his head into your cheek before standing up, whispering about how he’ll go get you something to drink.

once mingi is gone, you abruptly twist around and pinch yunho’s arm, holding the skin in between your fingers while he whines. in the midst of yunho trying to swat your hand away, you lower your voice, “did you tell him about the list?”

with a successful smack to your hand, your best friend huffs and raises a brow, lips slightly pursed. “and why would i tell him about that?”

“it’s just,” your gaze flickers over to your boyfriend, watching him talk with the bartender, “i… you know…”

yunho hums, “it’s important. i know… i wouldn’t tell him about it, you know that.”

“yeah… yeah,” you nod, “you’re right.”

“what’s he right about this time, sweets?” mingi slides in next to you, handing you a beer bottle. his arm goes to rest around you again, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair.

with a scoff, you reply. “that he’s weird.”

“i am not weird,” yunho throws you a dirty glare, emitting a shout of protest as he steals your beer. “and you can’t drink.”

while yunho sticks his tongue out at you, momentarily distracted, mingi reaches out and grabs the beer from him. “i’ll drink my girlfriend’s beer, thank you very much.”

you take the bottle from mingi and take a swig from it, mumbling how you’ll drink it yourself. yunho bites back the grin that wants to appear on his lips, noticing the flustered expression on your face while mingi simply laughs and tells you to give it to him if you don’t want to finish it.

oh, you are so smitten and mingi is so going to complete that list of yours.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: BE HONEST (BECAUSE I HATE LYING PEOPLE! YOU CAN THANK MY EX BOYFRIEND FOR THIS! AND ME FOR ADVISING HER TO ADD THIS —JEONG YUNHO, HER BEST FRIEND)

yunho’s note at the end of your writing makes your lips curl upwards, a soft chuckle leaving them. with a finger running down the expanse of the worn out page of your old physics notebook, you close it and push it back into your bookshelf just as the door swings open. mingi walks into your room, shoulders sagging as his feet drag against the wooden floor. you huff through your nose, turning around and opening your arms to which he falls into them, groaning in relief as his form hunches over you to dig his nose into the crook of your neck.

“rough day?” you ask, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck before you flatten your palm and thread your fingers through his hair, surprised that his hair is damp. he probably came over as soon as he finished taking a shower and changed into his pjs. “don’t you feel uncomfortable?”

“yes and no,” he mumbles. “yes: rough day at work today. too busy. no: i don’t feel uncomfortable. you’re like, the most comfortable person ever. i like hugging you, you know? oh, and you’re also—”

“baby,” pushing him back by the shoulders, mingi pouts at you, making you giggle. “you’re rambling.”

“i like rambling,” he blurts out, “just with you, though. i don’t like doing that with others.” his fingers absentmindedly rub figures into your hip.

snorting in amusement, you bring him into a hug and feel him let out a content sigh. “you’re awfully honest today, mings. it’s a,” trailing off, you grin, eyes twinkling in mischief, “...stark contrast to your usual boy cries wolf self.”

mingi clicks his tongue tiredly, “yeah, well, i don’t have to be like that with you. i’m just plain ol’ song mingi with you. hey, can i stay the night? i like sleeping with you.”

you hum, rolling your eyes in a playful manner, trying to ignore the fuzziness of your mind. the male grumbles something incoherent, and he grabs your hand afterwards to pull you towards your bed, basically tugging you to fall into it with him. mingi lifts himself up slightly to pull down the duvet, making you do the same before he’s already pushing it back up, snaking his arms around you and pulling you closer to him with a grunt. “you need a new bed.”

“no i don’t,” you laugh.

“yes, you do. it’s too tiny for the both of us.”

he’s right—his feet always peek out from the end of the bed.

“you’re awfully honest today.”

“just because i can be myself with you,” he mumbles into your hair, his grip around your waist tightening. “it’s not tiring to talk with you. i don’t have to pretend to be someone else. like with my coworkers! so tiring...”

“is that so…”

you’re met with soft snores coming from your boyfriend and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: BE YOURSELF! (DON’T PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU’RE NOT! THANK MY EX BOYFRIEND FOR THIS AND ME FOR TELLING HER TO ADD THIS —YUNHO)

mingi grabs your hand and brings them up to his lips, brushing them against the skin of the back and letting your entwined fingers fall back between the two of you, swinging it idly. “why are you nervous, sweets?”

“why wouldn’t i be nervous is the real question here,” you say, glancing up at mingi. with a small sigh, you continue, “i just want your family to like me, mingi.”

he grabs you by the shoulders, twisting you so that you stand in front of him and tugging you into a hug. as he rocks both of you from side-to-side, he laughs quietly, “don’t worry, yn. they’ll like you just as much as i do. my mom is going to love you right off the bat.”

“and how do you know that?” you question, tilting your head up.

mingi scratches his cheek in a sheepish manner, “i, um, talk about you to her a lot.”

the front door of his mom’s place opens, his mom smiling widely at the sight of you and her son staring at her with wide eyes. you can tell she wants to tease the both of you but resists the urge to do so, instead ushering you two inside, apologizing for having you guys stand outside in the cold for so long. and just like that, as soon as you take off your shoes and hand your coat over to mingi, you’re whisked away by his mom and sat next to his aunt where you end up laughing to the point of tears at the stories they tell you of mingi’s childhood.

“one time, i was sick and i don’t really like chicken soup, so mingi tried making me a vegetable soup and even made a dance called ‘the veggie get better soon’ dance.”

you laugh in disbelief, “auntie, you're joking right?”

mingi’s mom shakes her head, laughing along with you. “now why would i lie about that? oh, does he still have that habit of needing to sleep with something?”

“yes. i’m his victim.”

“oh sweetie… good luck.”

his mom and aunt start talking about something else that you should, in theory, pay attention to. however, your favorite person's laugh fills the air and effectively grabs your attention. mingi sits on the couch by the door, playing with his baby cousins while the older one tells him something you can’t quite hear. but you watch as mingi throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut and his smile trembling from how hard he’s laughing, his body shaking.

“oh,” his mom lets out a content sigh, smiling fondly.

you peer over at her. “he hasn’t changed one bit, i see.”

and you think you can agree with her—that mingi hasn't changed one bit since you met him. your heart aches and silently hopes that he never does change.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: TREAT HER RIGHT! (I SWEAR IF I END UP DATING ANOTHER DICKWAD I WILL CRY! AND I WILL PERSONALLY CRY WITH HER! —YUNHO)

yunho talks about something that just happened to him, taking a sip from his red party cup and wincing at the pungent taste of horribly mixed alcohol. he mumbles something to his best pal, but it doesn't quite meet mingi’s ears. you see, he is a little occupied with keeping an eye an you, who had left his side earlier to greet some of your friends at the small party being held by one of his friends. when you were ready to go back to his side, some stinky guy decided to keep you from doing just that. he watches with a stoic expression as the guy continuously shimmies closer to you, a frown soon etched onto his lips when he notices the way your polite smile wavers and your eye twitches just the tiniest bit.

you’re annoyed. and rightfully so! he would be annoyed too if some person were to keep him from going back to you!

so he walks over, jaw tensing when he hears something he should never hear.

“why are you acting like such an ass? i’m just trying to ask you out—”

mingi silently grabs onto the back of the shorter male’s collar, pulling him back just enough for him to glower down at him. “apologize to her.” he’s surprised at how he, oddly, sounds calm when anger is bubbling in his chest right now.

the guy rolls his eyes. “why should i? and who the hell are you?”

“her boyfriend,” he barks out a chuckle, leaning down to be at eye level with him, “and i don’t like the way you just treated her. apologize to her while i’m asking nicely.”

the storm that rages inside him calms down, your touch lulling him back to you. mingi glances back at you, your skin hot against his. he lets go of the guy roughly, barely acknowledging the way he stumbles away as quickly as possible. with his hands cupping your cheeks gently, he tilts your head to the side, eyebrows pinched together in worry. “sweets, are you okay? are you feeling sick? you feel really warm—”

that’s because he’s doing quite the number on your heart right now and you’re not sure what to do with the growing feeling in your chest, the one that you’re so afraid of after the last fiasco that was your previous relationship.

this calls for a guidance meeting with yunho soon!

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: BE THERE FOR HER! (I WILL PROPOSE TO YOU ON THE SPOT! SHE REALLY WILL! —YUNHO)

“you’re in love with him,” yunho shrugs.

you gawk at how easily he said that. “i—well, i’m not sure if he feels the same way!”

your best friend gives you a pointed look. “are you blind or something?”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest.

“only a fool wouldn’t be able to see how much mingi loves you… so i guess that makes you a fool, yn!”

your conversation from earlier replays itself in your mind. you can’t believe yunho just… said that to you and left afterwards to deal with your brain melting down all by yourself. now you lay in your bed, curled into yourself while you hear the clock in your living room tick and tick and tick away, the sound making time feel like it’s on a loop.

with a frustrated sigh, you screw your eyes shut and grab a pillow from behind you, moving it to the front so that you can hug it while you contemplate the meaning of your existence and the heavy weight of yunho’s words in your mind. but then you hear your front door open and close, followed by some shuffling.

“dear robber,” you shout, “i’m a poor, poor student that just graduated. i’m literally so broke right now, so i suggest you make yourself a meal in my kitchen before heading out.” the door to your room creaks open; you squint an eye open, seeing mingi lean against the doorframe. “aren’t you supposed to be on your way to work?”

“yunho told me you were feeling down, so i got someone to cover my shift under the excuse that i have a stupid fever.” he hums, pushing himself towards you. kneeling down in front of you, mingi brushes some of your hair away from your face.

curse yunho for opening his big mouth.

you make a mental note to yourself that you will be having a talk with that man before shaking your head, merely stretching your arms out and making grabby hands at your boyfriend. he chuckles, shedding his glasses off and putting them on your nightstand, sliding in beside you as you scoot over to make more space for him. you let out a content sigh, resting your head on his chest where you can easily hear the steady beating of his heart. you melt in his arms, your worries washed away as soon as he wraps an arm around your waist.

it’s silent for a minute.

or maybe less than that.

“you need a bigger bed. it’s too small for the two of us.”

snorting, you hit his back softly. “no i don’t.”

“...but you do.”

you laugh this time, and mingi triumphantly smiles because he knows that whatever had you down in the dumps is now gone from your mind, the sign of your shoulders relaxed is a tell tale sign that he’s doing a pretty good job at making you feel at ease right now.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: SAY THE L WORD TO HER FIRST (BECAUSE I WILL NEVER AGAIN SAY IT FIRST! YOU CAN THANK MY EX FOR THAT! FUCK THAT GUY, NO ONE LIKES HIM! —YUNHO)

celebrating the day that is gift giving, christmas, on the twentieth with yunho and mingi became a tradition as soon as you three started college. it is a tradition that, a year after graduation, won’t ever change. so you’re sitting on the ground in front of the small tree in yunho’s apartment, a couple of presents littering the ground around it which makes for a pretty funny sight, if you do say so yourself. mingi sits to your left, giggling as he tries grabbing the presents that are tagged as his while yunho gets up with the goal of making hot chocolate for you guys to drink before the clock strikes twelve.

only because his goal is to get you two alone in hopes that mingi says he loves you first… but you don’t have to know that and neither does mingi!

you slap mingi’s hands away as he tries tearing the wrapping paper from one of the smaller gifts in his pile. he whines and pouts, rubbing his hand. “i can’t believe you just hurt me.”

“that’s on you,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.

it happens out of the blue: mingi leans over and shoves the hood of one of his stolen hoodies over your head. you yelp in surprise and try swatting his hand away while he laughs, only for him to let out a noise, something between a yelp and a high pitched squeal, as he somehow ends up toppling over you. groaning, you manage to remove his hand from the hoodie and pull it back, narrowing your eyes up at mingi. he ignores the look on your face, his hand slowly finding itself touching your nose, your cheek and then your mouth, his thumb running over the expanse of your bottom lip softly. you watch him intently, your chest rising and falling quickly.

“you’re really pretty,” he mumbles, replacing his thumb in favor of brushing his lips against yours in a brief kiss. instead of pulling away, he says something else—something that has you tearing up. “you’re pretty inside, too. you have the most beautiful soul ever… one of the reasons why i love you so much. more than you’ll ever know, i think.”

the corners of his lips tug upwards to a form a pretty grin while he wipes the tears that fall from your eyes. “why are you crying, yn?”

“because i love you and i thought…” you clear your throat, “i thought that you didn’t feel the same way…”

“and i told her that she was a fool,” yunho pipes up, placing the two cups of hot chocolate on the table. “but i told you that mingi loves you and you didn’t want to listen to me.”

scoffing, you take off the antler headband from mingi’s head and throw at it yunho. he raises an unamused brow as it flies past his head and hits the wall. “...really?” he looks into the distance. “hey, author! i think it’s my turn to have—”

“what the hell is he going on about?” mingi whispers to you. you both sit up and watch your crazy best friend talk to the air in front of him, waving his arms every once in a while like a madman.

with a grimace, you reply. “i don’t know… do you want to knock him out and see if that does anything to him?”

“...yeah, i think i’ll do that.”

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 4 months

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Yandere Blue Lock (Bachira, Barou, Rin)

Mannn... Blue Lock is just so rife with yandere potential I cannot!!! It warms my ugly heart, watching them all slowly devolve into madness for the sole pursuit of one goal. Which is just how like I like my yanderes tbh, obsessively consumed by one thing and one thing only. There's rarely a sports anime where I am attracted to almost all the characters, but Blue lock hits some good spots I wasn't aware I had. These are just some thoughts for now, I will probably dedicate several posts to Reo alone in the near future. More coming soon as well

Bachira Meguru

Bachira has been unhinged since the very beginning. A monster in his head borne of loneliness voices his innermost desires and impulses. The monster whispers to him, telling him that you'd understand him, that you'd understand both of them. And really, how could he not want to have you?

He's a nasty boy and has no shame. Curious about everything and anything with no care for social boundaries. He'll invade your privacy, ask inappropriate questions and follow you into the bathroom to watch you pee just because he wants to know 'how it works for women'. There's a somewhat childlike wonder to him which makes it all the more unsettling as he makes eye contact with you while sniffing your panties, or jacking off to a very normal photo of you he snapped while you weren't looking.

He loves your eyes. Sometimes he can get hard just from making eye contact with you, and he loves any position where the two of you can look into each others eyes. He wants to lay you bare, to strip you of everything and see what's underneath, the deepest and darkest parts of you.

For him you're a never ending exploration that he'll never get tired of. He'll poke and prod you to get different reactions, and delights in every one of them.

"You're so beautiful." He lets out the most filthy, pornographic groan as his hands come down to squeeze your ass, pulling you apart to see inside you. You burn with shame, unable to escape his whims.

Barou Shoei

The king. Barou is a meticulous despot in every aspect of his life. It takes a while for him to develop positive feelings towards someone, much less love. But once he has his sights set on you, his feelings only grow stronger. There is no limit to the depth of his feelings for you. They overtake him, push him out of his comfort zone and force him to grow. His love swells and consumes to be all encompassing.

Once he makes up his mind there will be nothing to stop him. Now that he knows love, he will justify any means for his ends. Barou wholeheartedly believes in himself and his convictions, and if he wants you, you'll be his queen even if he has to force you to.

He'd keep you on a strict schedule and hold you to the highest standards. But honestly if you follow his rules well Barou is one the the most reasonable yanderes to be with. He allows you freedom and trust, as long as you uphold your role to his expectations. He's also not terribly clingy, and will leave you to your own devices while he is at practice.

About soccer, he is torn between wanting you in the stands and keeping you away from the other blue lock bastards. On one hand he loves to show off, as goals are just so much sweeter with you there to appreciate him and all his hard work. However, the other strikers cannot be trusted near you. Under no circumstances will he allow them to taint you, to allow them to bask in your presence.

Itoshi Rin

Rin has a terrible brother complex which extends into each part of his life, even his romantic relationships. His whole life has been spent practicing devotion.

You knew Sae first, met at school, were the barest of friends and moreso acquaintances. By chance you were partnered with him for a project, which the two of you completed as fast as possible in the Itoshi's living room. It was there that Rin saw you for the first time, dazzling and the center of Sae's attention. A deep jealously overtook him, a heavy longing to be in your place as Sae's equal. He wanted to have you, to be you. To crawl inside you skin and stay there forever and never feel inferior again.

Rin coveted Sae, and everything he had but never had he wanted something so much before in his life. So much of him is defined by his brother, and while it's agony for him, it's also his main drive in life. You'd be his biggest victory if he could only have you.

In the bedroom he likes to claim you, Rin lives to see your skin littered with bites and hickeys. Every inch of you will be constantly marked but it'll never be enough to soothe him. He never does anything halfway anyways. Touch starved and needy, he loves to destroy you, to control you and be inside of you. He's very possessive and it shows on your skin.

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solarsturniolo · 4 months

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Hiii, I’m Natalie but you can call me Nat 💋. I’m 22 and have been watching the triplets since spring 2022. Not much you need to know about me tbh and not that you or anyone else really cares anyways.

I am an adult, i do write adult content about other adults. if this makes you uncomfortable, you are not obligated to read any of it and i wholeheartedly understand. Also keep in mind that I am an adult and i work a full time job. Writing is my hobby. I will not be as consistent with posting because I do have other priorities that come first. I will try to update as much as possible, but once again I am an adult with an adult life and adult responsibilities. All I ask is that you stay patient with me and show some grace where it is needed. I work very hard on my writing and appreciate any attention that it gets, please do not blow up my inbox repeatedly with the same prompt. I promise you that I see it.

Here is a masterlist of everything that I write, I'll do my best to keep it updated!

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Key

🚀 - smut

✨ - fluff

🪐- angst

🌌- other

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 1 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 2 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 3 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 4 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 5 (final part) 🚀

✫彡 Nail Tech (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Twisted (Coming Soon)

✫彡 The Ice Breaker (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Nothing (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Dr.Feelgood (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Record Label (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Money, Money, Money (Coming Soon)

✫彡 The Irony of Choking On a Lifesaver (Coming Soon)

✫彡 King of the Jungle (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Chris ✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Chris pt 2 ✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Chris pt 3✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Christ pt 4 ✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Chris 🚀🪐✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Chris pt 2 🚀🪐✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Chris pt 3 🚀🪐✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Chris

HEADCANONS

✫彡 Sub!Chris 🚀🌌

✫彡 Overstimulated (Coming soon)

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 We're Just Friends pt 1 🚀

✫彡 We’re Just Friends pt 2 🚀

✫彡 We're Just Friends pt 3 🪐✨🌌

✫彡 We’re Just Friends pt 4

✫彡 We’re Just Friends pt 5 (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Not My First Rodeo (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Creep (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Temporary Bliss (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Pugs 'N’ Kisses Prologue 🪐🚀🌌

✫彡 Pugs 'N' Kisses: One

✫彡 Nothing 🪐🌌

✫彡 Comfort Zone (Coming Soon) ✨

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 1 🚀🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 2 🚀🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 3 🚀🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 4

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 5

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 6

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 7

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Matt

HEADCANONS

✫彡 Sub!Matt 🚀🌌

✫彡 NSFW Alphabet 🚀🌌

✫彡 Overstimulated 🚀🌌

✫彡 Dom!Matt (Coming Soon)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: STEP SIBLINGS??????????, Nick x fem!reader, self-harm, suicidal thoughts or tendencies, incest???!!!!!!, sensitive topics such as eating disorders, abuse, etc, any kinks involving urine or feces, beastiality, SEXUAL ASSAULT OR R*PE, (this list will probably be continued at some point but this is what i have for now)

Natalie’s Recommended

These are all great stories that I’ve read and recommend! Definitely check these stories out!

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✫彡 Panty Thief by @evieolo

✫彡 Lollipop by @freshloverr (Part two here!)

✫彡“Cool Spider” by @gamermattsgf

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 Dark Paradise (series) by @lacysturniolo

✫彡 Painted by @flowerxbunnie

✫彡 Ink by @flowerxbunnie

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xxaraaq · 10 months

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𝙄𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

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Synopsis | Bakugou hates people touching him. But after certain events take place, he waste no time in reaching for your embrace.

Word count | 4.2 k

cw | character death, angst

Bakugou x Black!reader

A/N | I feel like I did a pretty good job with this. I hope you enjoy!

You didn't know what to say. Staring at him as he lays on your chest like a son would lay on his mother. You were shocked. Even throughout your near year and a half month relationship, he has never initiated touch like this. During a night full of deep conversations and wine, he had revealed to you that the idea of someone touching him further than a pat on the back or high five made him writhe in his skin. You respected it through and through, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that sat in the back of your mind.

It struck something in your heart to see him making an effort to show affection towards you, to show you that he really cared in a way he wasn't suited to. You loved seeing how he would slowly reach his arms around you to reciprocate a hug. He knew physical touch meant the world to you. He didn’t understand why, but he told himself that he didn’t need to, that he only needed to try his best to make you feel appreciated in the way he knew you would see.

It was an unsuspecting, rainy day when he entered your shared apartment. You were immersed in a book for an assignment due in the coming days, blasting music through your headphones.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, and he didn’t blame you for it. He couldn’t, for he knew you wholeheartedly felt it unnecessary to be ‘constantly on guard’. You told him that it wasn’t good for the soul to be in a frequent state of paranoia. He knew you only told him this to avoid a lecture when he scared you as you were walking down the hallway leading to the laundry room shared by everyone in the apartment complex.

He tapped you gently on the shoulder, effectively and unsurprisingly making you jump. “What the hell!” You squealed, putting a hand to your chest. He doesn’t tell you off like he usually does, instead just looking at you with glossed over eyes and drooping shoulders. “Babe, what's wrong?” You questioned, taking your airpods out and putting them in their respective place. He doesn’t answer, opting to lay, almost collapse, onto your chest and torso. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes widen in shock. He’s never done something like this. What almost stuns you more is his scent. He took a shower at Best Jeanists’ agency. He nevers does that, only resorting to cleaning himself there when he’s too covered in the labors of his day to comfortably walk home. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but then you feel a tear dampen your shirt. More start to follow, and before the two of you knew it, he was full on sobbing. He hiccups and sniffles as his arms come around your waist, circling you as if you were going to disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You freeze, not knowing how to go about this the right way as to not make the situation any worse. You wanted to cry yourself, seeing the love of your life be so sad. But instead, one hand goes to his back, and the other to his head, caressing him in a comforting manner. He cries his heart out, and you let him, continuing to soothe him in the best way you know how.

Eventually, the sobs turn silent, and the pair of you lay there in silence, not daring to say a word. You go on with your ministrations, stroking his head reassuringly. You hope he gets the message of your actions, that he understands that whatever happened, you’re here. You sigh a breath of relief when he lifts his head, gazing into your eyes. He sighs, asking if the two of you can talk about it in the morning. You agree almost instantly, telling him to not worry about it. And you sit there with him in silence, simply basking in the presence of each other until you fall asleep.

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You wake up to find yourself in a room with no one besides yourself. Rubbing your eyes, you walk into the kitchen to find him washing dishes, back facing you. You walk forwards, standing next to him in a silent way of saying good morning. He turns the water off and sighs, not knowing where to start. “Yesterday… I was at work when…” He stops in his tracks, rubbing a tired hand across his face. You could tell he was getting frustrated, so you don’t say anything, only looking at him while he tries to formulate his words. “While I was patrolling yesterday, some shit broke out outta nowhere, and this kid ended up dying.” He pauses, groaning at the memory. “I was with him the whole time, and he was talking about how he couldn’t wait to see mom because they were supposed to watch a movie together when she picked him up. He couldn’t have been more than six, and he just… bled out, right in front of me. And what hurt the most was that I couldn’t do shit about it, and I just had to tell him that it was gonna be okay when he knew it wasn’t. He knew I was lying, but he had a smile on his face the whole time. ” A tear slips down your cheek, and you rush towards him. “I am so sorry Kat.” You say, and he knows you mean it.

You hug him, and he hugs you back. And he hurts, he hurts so bad. But he feels as though he can feel better in your embrace. It doesn’t make him nauseous to feel your body on his anymore, and it makes the pain a little bit better. You make him a little better.

-Nene

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 3 months

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For the first time.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translations: “Detka.” Baby.

“Amor.” Love.

Word count: 775.

Masterlist.

You and Wanda were first time parents and to say you were nervous about it was a complete understatement.

Your wife had just given birth one week ago and in the 10 years that you and Wanda have been together your wife has always displayed qualities that proved she would someday be a great mother, but the same really couldn’t be said for you.

It’s not that you hated children or anything, quite the opposite. In fact, when your wife brought up the idea that she wanted a family you agreed wholeheartedly.

Wanting mini Wanda’s and mini you’s running around your home one day. But you just were never quite as experienced when it came to children like your wife.

So when the time came to bathe your newborn twins you were filled with an irrational fear that you’d hurt them.

Them being the tiniest little humans you’ve ever held, you were afraid of the ways you could accidentally cause them pain.

“Relax detka, you’ll be fine,” your wife says softly from beside you, as she joins you in the bathroom, seeing your internal struggle as you hold a newborn Billy securely in your arms.

“But Max, what if I drop him into the water while bathing him and he chokes, or what if I accidentally get shampoo in his little eyes and blind him or something?” You say aloud, voice shaky with fear.

“My love, you will do no such a thing, it’ll all be okay,” Wanda says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, I trust you,” you say softly. “Okay it’ll all be fine Y/N, you can do this,” you say to yourself, talking yourself up to help settle your nerves.

“So the first thing you want to do is make sure the water temperature is fine,” your wife says from beside you, having put Tommy down to sleep after his own bath so all her attention can be on you to help ensure you didn’t get any more nervous than you already were. “If the water is too hot for you, then it is too hot for the babies,” your wife says and you nod. “Okay, now hold his head like this,” Wanda instructs, placing your hand under Billy’s head and the base of his neck as you carefully and gently place your son into the small tub.

“Like this?” You ask, nervous eyes glancing at the red head quickly.

“Yes, baby, you got it,” Wanda assures, her soft tone causing you to feel calm.

“He’s so tiny, babe,” you whisper in awe, eyes twinkling in surprise as you take in how small your son truly is.

“He is,” your wife smiles, taking in your proud features. “Now, slightly wet the top of his head,” Wanda instructs and you do as told, “okay, once his head is damp put a few droplets of shampoo on his head and softly lather it.”

“Am I doing it right?” You question softly as you massage small circles onto Billy’s head.

“Yes detka, you’re doing so good, you’re a natural,” your wife says, as you shoot her a proud beaming smile.

As you continue bathing your son with few instructions from your wife you feel your heart swell with pride once you’re done, having not injured your son during his first bath and feeling much more confident in your abilities as a mother.

“There, all done,” you breathe in relief once you finish dressing Billy and laying him in his crib, “he’s down for some of the night, I hope,” you say smiling at having accomplished what you believed was an impossible task.

“You did amazing, baby,” Wanda beams from beside you, turning to face you, her arms going around your neck.

“All thanks to you Max, I certainly couldn’t have done it without you,” you say, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“You truly are a natural my love, I mean it. We just need to get you out of that pretty little head of yours. Look, Billy is fast asleep and free of harm, you did such a good job bathing him, I’m sure this is the first of many amazing things you will do with our sons and I’m so glad you’re the person I get to share these moments with detka,” your wife says placing a chaste kiss on your lips, turning around in your arms to admire your sleeping sons.

“I’m so glad I get to share these moments with you too Max, and that you’re the mother of our children, thank you for this, amor, for expanding our family,” you say, as you place a soft kiss on her cheek.

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

no but like, he would be a cat person.

can we keep it? — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: you met the love of your life in an alternate universe, and when you laid eyes on it for the first time, you knew it was true love. though miggy was the only hurdle to your love with it, but of course, as is with all things, he lets you have your way and love it wholeheartedly. and maybe, just maybe... he comes to love it with you, too. word count: 772 a/n: i am so fucking terrified of cats BUT THESE KITTENS ARE CUTE, i might never hold one though willingly........... sadly..............

your eyes were big, bright, and hopeful. you wanted to express your absolute need to have it, to bring it home, to love and pamper it with all your heart and never let it fend for itself in the rain anymore, but of course— "no." he answered in a monotonous voice as he scrolled on the screen of his watch, setting coordinates back to HQ. you held the poor, wet kitten in your hands, bringing it closer to you. you had only known this kitten for 2 minutes, but you felt like those minutes were 2 lifetimes already. "please mig! c'mon, spider cat hates me, this kitty's in love with me, and i love it, too!" you pleaded as miguel opened up a portal back to earth-928 and stepped forward to enter it; however, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him back out. he sighed and glared at you, barely turning his head around. "do i need to remind you i don't necessarily give a damn if a cat likes you or not?" he asked you sarcastically.

"well, no, but... just look at it! look!" you cried out as you let go of his hand and cupped the kitten with both of your hands. miguel refused to let this tomfoolery play out any longer, so to get you to shut up, he reluctantly turned around and faced the feline. though to his surprise... the kitten's eyes were as big and sweet as you described them. they seemed to be in a constant pleading state, pleading miguel to let it come with you both. "miggy, oh, please! let me come home with you..." you said in a high-pitched voice as you moved the kitten around, imitating it.

"i'll be a good kitty and stay out of trouble! i'll poo in the right litter box, i'll be loved to bits by my new best friend who's much cooler than you, but that's besides the point!" you said as you acted like the kitten, with the kitten poking its tongue out as you shook it around while imitating it. miguel sighed as he waved his hand dismissively and turned around. "...you promise to take care of it?" "yes." "take responsibility for it?" "yes." "use your own money to feed it, give it water, proper housing, its shots, checkups, medicines, and such?" "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes." "then fine. just keep it out of trouble, do not bring that furball near me, and shut up on the way back." miguel said as he stepped inside the portal, with you giggling and cheering as you finally had a kitty friend with you.

by the time you returned to HQ, you showed everyone your new best friend, your kitten! everyone was fawning over it, albeit spider cat couldn't care less, your kitten stole everyone's love and hearts. even lyla had ranted to miguel that he should have made her a life-sized vessel for her to be able to pet it, but miguel merely grumbled at her complaint. "it's just a cat." he said as lyla raised her eyebrow at him. "yeah, a cat that stole not only everyone's hearts... but theirs, too. they did find that cat first, so guess you lost to a cat of all creatures." lyla quipped as miguel felt embarrassed about, well... losing your attention and love to a cat.

not that he was gonna admit yet, of course; you were happy with the cat, who was he to hinder you from being happy? though he kinda wished that— "i wish i was that cat." miguel whispered under his breath as lyla leaned in closer. "what?" she asked, but miguel turned away with a sigh. "nothing." he said as he turned away from his desk and hopped down from his platform to leave his office. he got to the doors, when suddenly— "i wish i was that cat," those six words made miguel halt in his tracks as he heard his own hushed voice reverberate throughout HQ. miguel felt his face grow hot and his eyes widen as the door opened and... you were there, with the kitten in your arms.

"uh, hi mig." you said awkwardly with a nervous smile as miguel got super flustered now, knowing you heard that announcement loud and clear. "and for the record, yes, he means that cat." lyla clarified as she logged off before miguel could tear her displayed image apart. well, he has some explaining to do... never though you'd live to see the day miguel o'hara of all people would be jealous of your cat, but that's a story for another time.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ophanimgold @arachnoia @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @jrrantss

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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whalesforhands · 4 months

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kaizen daycare!

summary: welcome to the quaint daycare of kaizen! working with cute kids alongside their doting parents, you sometimes wonder why you haven’t given into the temptation of having some of your own with how cute they are…

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The quiet prefecture that you called home was always something you deeply appreciated. It was comfortable, a convenience store a mere 2 minute walk from your apartment, an izakaya just 8 minutes away and the nearest shopping center not far away either.

Most importantly, you felt satisfied with your life here.

Within this street, sits the unassuming Kaizen Daycare, a preschool for children aged 2 and above. Owned by the determined, hardworking Masamichi Yaga, the staff he employed were ones he trusted wholeheartedly with the education of the young children.

And you wouldn’t wish to disappoint him at all.

“Hyaahhhh~ (name)-sensei is so comfy… I wanna nap here forever!” A small head of pink is whispering as he tries to shuffle his body further up onto your lap, his arms splayed out as he grabs onto your wrist, lowering your palm onto the top of his head as he nuzzles it, pushing himself into your touch against the fluffy mass of pink.

So cute. The squeal you fight to bite back is teetering on escape as you watch the little boy cuddle against you, the dim nightlights of the preschool glowing, the soft chime of a lullaby as you hear the shift of blankets, the soft snores of your children.

“Why does nap time have to be sooooo short…” The cute little toddler is grumbling into your lap as he begins to sit up, a pout on his face as air is puffed into his cheeks.

(Another whispered grumble. “Nanamin doesn’t take long enough nap times… I gotta nap enough for him too…!”)

“Hmm~” Your arms settle around him, hugging the little boy close to you in order to console him. “Yuuji-kun, does that mean you’d rather sleep all day instead of playing with your friends?” Now that catches his attention as he freezes in your arms, immediately turning his body to face you.

“Oh, and children who sleep all day don’t get snacks or rice anymore~” The smile on your face is absolutely serene, a lax look of contentment as you poke one of his chubby cheeks, gentle finger prodding into the fat as you watch it squish, he’s flushed red in distraught, bottom lip trembling as his tiny grip gets slightly tighter.

“T-then I don’t wanna nap all day anymore…!” He looks like he’s gonna tear up. “I wanna play with Megumin and the girls wayyyyyy more,” His arms start waving around, trying to depict his yearning for a long time. “A-and eat snacks with them…!”

“Then Yuuji-kun, why don’t you go and help me prepare the—“

“Ahhh! Yuuji is no fair!” There’s an accusatory finger pointed at the both of you as Nanako rubs at one of her bleary eyes. “Getting (name)-sensei cuddles when we’re all sleeping…!”

Now that sent a warning signal to all your once peacefully sleeping children, perked up heads and messy hair as they practically start to wake one by one, yawns and groans getting spat out in rapid complaints.

“Noisy…”

“Wha- Yuuji!”

“…hmph.”

“Nanako-chan!” Now he’s pouting in complaint as he watches the girl wobble over on unsteady feet, a blanket thrown over her head as she plops herself into your arms, squeezing in beside Yuuji to make herself at home.

“Mmm~! (name)-sensei is so warm…” You can only giggle quietly as you allow her to settle in, your arms opening up more to hold the two close to you.

“Mimiko wants to go in too…!” It’s getting slightly crowded now, but more than doable as another presence grabs onto your side, ducking under your arm to hug against your torso. “Kids, nap time is about to end—“ You’re not even allowed to finish your sentence as one more crashes directly onto your stomach, pushing the blonde and pink-haired children onto your tummy, their squeals loud as they feel the impact that you desperately swallow as you try not to let out sounds of pain.

“Noba-chan! That hurt!” Nanako makes herself heard as she yells over the squeals and squirms, lightly pushing away the intruding girl’s face.

“Blehhhhh! Shouldn’t have joined without me!” She’s sticking out her tongue as her tiny hands fist the fabric of the cotton apron you wore, innocent brown eyes shimmering up at you. “(name)-sensei, you’ll let me have cuddles too, right?”

As if she didn’t just cannonball herself onto you.

“Yes, yes—“ You’re trying to recover as you tuck all four of the kids onto your lap, letting them snuggle and hug and nuzzle their cheeks against you. “But please do not do that again, or cuddle sessions will be banned for everyone, Nobara-chan.”

“Ehhhhhhh?!”

“Mimiko thinks it’s unfair that we have to get punished too…”

“Noba-chan, my cuddles are too important for me to let go of—!”

“At least (name)-sensei didn’t ban it this time, ok?! I’ll be more careful next time!”

1,2,3,4… You still notice one that’s missing through the sudden chaos. “Megumi-kun? Are you not going to come over?” Your smile is serene as you witness the quiet boy simply just… Quietly staring at you. As if he was uncertain, unsure.

He remains quiet at your question.

“You can come over, you know?” You spread your arms out a little more. “I’ll always have space for you.” You’ve made that promise to him.

“Yea, yea! Megumin c’mere!”

“Gumi-kun, you’re missing out!”

“C’mon, Fushiguro!”

And so he does, slowly making his way to be standing before you, as your grin grows ever wider, the excited squeals of the kids loud as you suddenly lunge forth to let the boy join your cuddle pile, carefully letting him land onto the plush of the blankets and pillows and soft toys the kids held as they slept, your back falling onto the nearby mattress.

You think you’re in heaven.

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Phew… You’re letting out a sigh as you down the chocolate milk from the vending machine, happy to have a short break as the kids preoccupy themselves with playtime just in front of you, their laughter loud and joyous as Nobara chases Yuuji around, the twins drawing with crayons as Megumi finishes off the last of his biscuit snack whilst he sits upon your lap.

(He’s so warm…! And cuddly…! Like a miniature heater—)

“Haha! Nobara-chan, you’re slow!” His red hood was starting to flutter at the speed he ran, dodging around and jumping over plush toys as he made his rounds.

“I won’t be so slow after I get you, Yuuji!” Tiny patters of socked feet against the plush ground, manage to get your attention as they approach you and the chewing boy.

“Yuuji, Nobara! Do not leave the—!” You’re too late when you hear a crash and a loud cry of your name, your arms hurriedly picking up a wide-eyed Megumi and placing him on the chair before running over to the scene.

“Are you both okay?!” You’re in a panic as you drop onto your knees, cradling a crying Yuuji into your arms as you see the redness starting to splay onto the little boy’s forehead, your fingers going up to caress the injury.

(He bumped into the wall whilst looking back at Kugisaki.)

“Nobara, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?!” Your eyes quickly assess the girl who had yet to cry, a guilty look on her face that threatens tears to start to spill.

“…it was my fault…” Her voice is quiet as her head is tilted towards the ground. “I shouldn’t have chased him so much…”

Your hand goes up to pat at her head as you continuously console a now quiet Yuuji, stroking his back as you feel his tears wet the sleeve of your shoulder. “It’s good that you acknowledge your mistakes, but—“

You suck in a breath as you prepare yourself. No matter how cute they are, you absolutely cannot give in-!

“Nobara-chan, Yuuji-kun.” Your voice suddenly takes on a tone that’s a scarier than the usual. “No more running outside the play area, okay?”

You get two nods.

“Now please hold hands and assure each other you’re both still friends, okay?”

Hesitation; before a slow entwine of their hands together.

“I wanna still be your friend, Yuuji…” A voice that cracks halfway through her whisper.

“I shouldn’t have ran outside, Nobara…” A sniffle as you bring out more tissues to start dabbing their cute faces with.

What good kids you have.

(Though, a quick trip to Shoko’s office would be good now…)

——

“Nanamin! Look, look!” He’s pointing at the tiger bandaid upon his head. “I gotta new tiger! Gaoo!” He’s making his hands into tiny claws as he makes a roaring sound before breaking into giggles, laughing even more as you gave the little boy over to his father.

“That’s very nice, Yuuji.” The blonde man only smiles patiently at his child, holding him with one arm as his attention goes to your nervous form.

“I’m so sorry, Nanami-san!” You’re bowing your head before him as you apologize. “I should’ve watched him better, it was my responsibility to keep your child safe and yet—!”

“(name)-san, please raise your head.” You guiltily look up to see a confused Yuuji and at-ease salaryman. “I’m more surprised he’s had less accidents in these few weeks compared to the other schools I sent him to.” He stops to give a slight chuckle, adjusting Yuuji in his arms.

“And he sure holds no grudges at all.”

Eh…?

“Nanamin, you’re not gonna be angry, at (name)-sensei, right? Right?!” Little hands grab onto blond locks and start pulling, as narrowed light brown start to scrutinize him. “You can’t be angry, okay?! (name)-sensei is my favourite sensei!”

“See?” He’s starting to even smile as he lets the young boy poke at his chiseled face, his stress feeling like it was going to melt away. “If anything, I should be grateful to you for treating him so well. I haven’t seen him be so happy about going to school before.”

You feel like you’re going to tear up now.

——

“Were my kids good today too?” Geto Suguru is absolutely trying to stretch out conversation with you, satisfied with the way your eyes lit up at the prospect of talking about his children.

“Oh, they were wonderful!” Your hands are clasped together in joy as you let the two girls cling onto your legs, their sparkling gaze directed up at you as one of your hand go down to pat their heads as the other held onto a quiet Megumi’s hand. “I couldn’t ask for a sweeter pair of twins and the most well-behaved boy, Geto-san.”

“You’re too sweet, (name).” And too much to his liking too, a smile full of his signature charm and allure is sent your way. “Say, why don’t you join us for dinner some day? I would love to thank you for your hard work.”

Now that makes you flustered. “Oh, no, no! It’s perfectly fine! I-It’s part of the job, haha…” You feel pleasantly shy under his brown-purple gaze, your heart starting to stutter from the nervousness of being around such a handsome man.

(Ahhh…! If you accepted, you’d definitely die from being too close to someone so handsome, not to mention—)

“Oh, you would be wonderful to have over. My husband would love to have you join us as well, you know?” He’s referring to none other than the Gojo Satoru, of course. A big name and what you once thought was an intimidating presence, turned out to hide a sweets-loving, adorable man.

(Who you definitely don’t want to admit is very handsome, in fear of building his already inflated ego.)

“Ahh… I’m not too sure, Geto-san…” You’re scratching at your cheek awkwardly as you try to dismiss a rising lurch in your stomach. How nervous are you…?

“And plus,” His hidden intentions are missed by your embarrassed self as you see him shift ever closer to you. “You’re just like family already.” His hand is upon your shoulder as he gives you a pat, a rising bashfulness starting to overtake you as you feel warmer and warmer…

(Handsome men… Are so tempting…)

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Notes:

Nobara is usually the first to leave the preschool, and even leaves early in the afternoon sometimes because her grandmother simply lives so close to the area, and would love to spend time with her lovely granddaughter and drop off snacks for the children.

Yuuji in Nurse Shoko’s office;

“B-but…” He’s now frazzled, confused. Why wasn’t Shoko-sensei doing what usually you and Nanamin did…?

“You didn’t kiss my boo-boo better…” A puff of his cheeks as he taps the tiger-themed bandaid on his forehead, expectantly looking up at the tired nurse as she regards him with a blank stare.

(He didn’t even require a bandaid. Shoko just gave him one because he couldn’t stop staring at the collection that she had amassed on her table.

“You can pick one, okay?”)

“…what.” The sugarless lollipop was nearly spat out with an outright deadpan reaction.

“Nanamin and (name)-sensei always tell me that kisses make injuries go bye-bye!” A pause.

A blink of two sets of brown eyes.

“Pleaseeeeeee?”

She finally, hesitantly turns her head and meets innocent, sparkly brown that knocks at her conscience as she tries her hardest not grimace. Seriously, did you teach the kids to plead her like you did too…?

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru have been trying very hard to get you to call them by their first names. You do not listen.

nvy’s aftertalk:

if ur wondering where I got the preschool name from, I just used kaizen (改善, continuous improvement) instead of kaisen (迴戰, advance into fighting) i’ll have made the most intimidating, delinquent preschool ever if i used jujutsu (咒術, curse sorcery) either LMAO

p.s. if you see a difference in characters, it’s cause i used the mandarin characters since i understand that way better than japanese

and yes this is what i spend my time creating pls do not throw tomatoes at me

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #kdc au

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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Worshipper!Ghost who wholeheartedly believes Reader's actually a deity. He can't see You as someone who's simply a mortal, someone who's only a deity because he thinks You are. No, You must be an actual deity, You have to be.

You're too kind, too divine. You exude power in Your gracious actions, how You so kindly love him. You decided he was worth Your love and attention, was worth being in Your presence. Who could love a man like him if not for a deity?

And so he believes You're a deity so much that he loudly proclaims it to anyone who will listen. He regals them with Your accomplishments, Your holy actions. It's a bit much, most people think, but no matter what they say, he will stand firm in saying You're a deity.

Until his entire worldview changes when You get sick.

Ghost's heart is torn into two as he watches You get sick, with mere mortal cold. Of course, he still is the best worshipper he always is, tending to Your needs. He doesn't leave Your side, feeding You nutritious food, helping You drink water. He helps You fight the cold, bringing color back to Your paled skin until it's to its former beauty and glory again.

One would think Your sickness would cause him to see reason, to see that You are not the deity he thought You were. But he doubles down on his belief, feeling so grateful that he was deemed worthy enough for You to come down to the mortal realm in a mortal form. That's why You got sick, You took on a mortal form that could get sick with mortal diseases.

For him.

How gracious You are, not only giving him Your divine presence but also being mortal for him. It makes Ghost love You even more, worship You even more reverently.

He whispers thanks to You every time he kisses You anywhere, whether it's Your temple, Your lips, Your hands, or Your fingers. Every place You let him kiss and hold the mortal form You've taken to be with him is a privilege he cherishes.

"Thank You," he murmurs in between kisses as he kisses Your knuckles, his hold on Your hand so gentle and loving. "Thank You for deeming me worthy. I love You, my deity."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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alwaysonthemend · 4 months

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Author's Note: Hello hello and welcome to the first installment of my holiday fics! Up first, I had some requests for sub Jake, breeding kink, and one incredible ask talking about how we should appreciate Jake's ass more (I wholeheartedly agree) Thank you for reading and if you see any typos... no you didn't.

Word Count: 3940

Content Warnings: sub Jake, dom reader, cussing, gratuitous use of the word ass, orgasm denial, dry humping, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink (stay safe out there folks!) and a lil bit of fluffy domestic Jake. I think that is all but as always please tell me if I missed something. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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It’s no secret that Jake has a lovely ass. And there’s really no other way to put it. And even worse, Jake knows that he’s got a great ass and loves to never let you forget it. And really, Jake only brags about it to you because he knows how much you love it. He’d caught you ogling early on in your relationship and he’d never let you live it down since.

And if you’re being honest, you play into it plenty on your own. Any time he passes, you love to smack him if you can – sometimes hard, sometimes just enough for him to feel it without anyone else noticing. Jake has a body that makes your mouth water – the most delicious mixture of strong and soft, curves and hard lines of muscle. He’s a rare thing, really. And thus deserves to be appreciated as such.

And so even though the two of you are hosting a lovely, wholesome family gathering at your house for Christmas, you still feel the need to let him know how sexy he is.

You enter the kitchen to find him humming quietly under his breath, moving gracefully between the counter covered in ingredients and the stove. He’s got his hair tied up in a low, messy bun (your favorite) and has the apron that you bought him as a joke two years ago tied snugly around his waist. He looks positively delicious.

“Smells wonderful.” You tell him, stepping fully into the kitchen.

He glances up from his work, a sweet smile that crinkles in the corners of his eyes gracing his lips.

“Thanks, babe.” He says, tilting his head as you come up to him.

Smiling mischievously, you place your hands on his cheeks and pull him down, laying a searing kiss on his lips before pulling away with a smug smile.

“Woah.” His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “What was that for?”

You shrug, grinning innocently at him.

“Just doing what the apron told me to do.”

Jake chuckles, glancing down to where Kiss the Cook is written in fancy red letters across his apron.

“Fair enough.” He inclines his head, his attention diverting back to the stove.

“And besides,” you begin, your hand sliding down from his shoulder to cup his ass and squeeze. “Your ass is looking extra lovely tonight.”

“You say that every night.” He says, turning his body back around to face you fully. His hands find your waist and he walks you backwards until the small of your back presses into the counter. “I think you just like to tease me.”

You shake your head, grinning up at him like the Cheshire Cat. You wish viciously that you didn’t have a group of guests waiting out in your living room so Jake could bend you over the counter and fuck you right here and now.

“I just like giving appreciation where it's due, is all.”

He hums, leaning down to seal his lips over yours again. You can’t tell if it's him, the heat from the stove, or both, but you feel like your body is on fire. A breathy little moan escapes you as his tongue slides between your lips and his grip on your hips tighten.

“Jake.” You whine, a throb taking up residence between your thighs. “Don’t tease. We have company.”

Jake only laughs, pressing a thigh between your legs and putting pressure on your throbbing cunt. Then, without warning, he lifts you, setting you down on the counter and pressing himself in closer to you.

“They’re not staying all night.” He murmurs, his lips hovering just over yours. “I wouldn’t let them. I still have to give you your gift later.”

Your brows raise slightly at his words, though you’re having a hard time focusing thanks to the feeling of him being so very close to where you want him.

“We already exchanged gifts this morning.”

His grin is downright feline as he regards you.

“This one is special, though. I can’t give it to you until tonight…” he runs a calloused finger over your nipple, pinching it and rolling it so that it hardens, “once everyone is gone.”

You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him in tight to you and moan as the rough fabric of his jeans brushes slightly against your clit. He’s got one hand on your hips, the other placed palm down on the counter as he leans over you – the very picture of a man who is about to get exactly what he wants.

“Jake, I-”

“Really?!”

You both startle and Jake’s eyes snap to the doorway like those of a child who’s just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Josh stands with his arms crossed, a disgusted, incredulous look on his face.

“It is… definitely what it looks like.” Jake says with a shit eating grin, stepping back away from between your legs and straightening his apron.

“In the kitchen? Where we make the food?”

“Sorry, Josh.” You say, hopping down from the counter and strolling past him, squeezing his shoulder as you go. “Just couldn’t control myself.”

Jake chuckles, turning back to the stove to stir something.

“She can’t resist, Josh. It’s really not her fault.”

Josh meets his words with an affronted look and a gagging sound before following you back out into the living room with the rest of the guests.

“You both are gross.” He grumbles, shuddering a bit at the grin on Jake’s face and the flush to your cheeks.

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It feels like time moves at a glacial pace. Dinner had been fantastic – you’re convinced that Jake was a chef in another life, but you were more than happy when your guests finally began to leave. You and Jake watch them go, thanking each of them for coming and wishing them a merry Christmas. As impatient as you had been all night, it was still nice to have everyone together – a rare and difficult feat these days given how crazy everyone’s schedules are. And everyone being free tonight had been nothing short of a Christmas miracle.

As you stand in the doorway waving as the last car pulls out of your driveway, like a cat, Jake stalks up behind you quietly and leans down, pressing his lips just above your ear.

“Can I give you your gift now?”

You startle only slightly before you spin around to be met with Jake’s dark eyes staring at you.

“I’ve been waiting for hours.” You whine, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be embarrassed for how needy you sound.

Jake smiles widely, his white teeth glittering.

“And I’m going to make you wait just a few more minutes.”

You open your mouth to protest but Jake silences you with a look – that same domineering look that he always gives you in the bedroom. Your mouth snaps shut and he smiles appreciatively.

“I’m going to go upstairs and get ready and you’re gonna wait down here until I text you to come up.” He raises a brow at you, silently demanding whether you understand. You nod once, afraid that your voice will fail you. “And when you do come up, I want you in nothing but your bra and panties.”

“Yes sir.”

With that, he spins on his heel and ascends the stairs, leaving you a wet, shaking mess in his wake. With trembling fingers you pull off your shirt, thankful that the blinds had been drawn as the guests began to filter out. The fire in the fireplace crackles as you step out of your skirt, leaving you in only your undergarments just as he had asked. With nothing else to do, you fold them and place them on the back of the sofa so that you can easily come and get them in the morning. (You have a feeling that Jake isn’t going to let you leave the bed for the rest of the night).

Finally, your phone pings with a text from Jake. You don’t even bother reading it before scampering up the stairs, your heart pounding and your thighs sliding easily against each other thanks to your wetness.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you can see the door to yours and Jake’s bedroom cracked ever so slightly. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you push it open to be met with the warm glow of the mini Christmas tree that you had made Jake put in here. The fragrant scent of cinnamon and sugar wafts through the air thanks to the candles that lay lit on just about every surface.

And finally your eyes find Jake, completely bare and leaning back in the middle of the bed, his thighs spread and his cock already hard and leaking with precum. His smooth skin washed in warm light looks damn near edible. His eyes look almost black, half-lidded and watching you closely. He’s taken his hair down, letting it fall down to rest against his shoulders. With one hand wrapped around his cock and stroking lazily, he grins at you.

“Jake, what-?” You’re at a loss for words. Your mouth has gone dry and you’re sure that your eyes have widened like saucers.

“Your gift.” He says, his voice smooth as velvet. “Me. However you want me.” You feel as though you might combust on the spot. “All the control. Tie me up,” his eyes cast upwards to the hook on the wall above the bed that is always reserved only for you, “make me beg, don’t let me cum. Whatever you want. Just for tonight.”

“Holy fuck, Jake.” You murmur, stepping closer to the bed and practically drooling at the sight. “This is…” You can’t find the words. It’s everything. He is everything.

“Come on, baby.” His voice beckons and your feet move seemingly without your knowledge of them until you’re standing right next to him. “Don’t know where to start?” He mocks, darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.

You really don’t. He’s always the one in control, always the one telling you what to do. And now here you are, suddenly with all the power resting in your hands. There’s so many choices you can’t even decide.

Jake chuckles.

“I finally give you what you want and you can’t even choose.” His voice is saccharine and his hand still works over himself slowly. “You weren’t shy earlier when you came and grabbed my ass where anyone could have walked in and seen.” He reminds you, and the words are like a switch deep within you and a wicked, filthy idea pops into your mind.

“Stop talking.” You find yourself saying, your voice coming out far smoother than you were expecting.

Jake’s eyebrow quirks up.

“Oh?”

“I said stop talking.” This time the demand in your voice is clear and Jake’s jaw snaps shut. “And stop touching yourself.” Obediently, his hand falls limp at his side. His breathing picks up.

Without a word and with fire between your legs, you crawl into the bed. Jake is the picture of delicious sin laying there prone and waiting for you. You glide a palm down his leg, stopping at his calf where you trace small circles into his skin.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” You ask softly, though you aren’t expecting a response. In fact, with the way Jake’s chest heaves and his cock twitches at your use of the word ‘pretty,’ you already know that you’ve found a nerve without him uttering a single syllable. “You are,” you continue, letting your eyes glide up his form – over his strong thighs, over the soft curve of his stomach, to his broad shoulders, his glossy hair, his beautiful face, “so, so pretty.”

A soft whine escapes him and fuck it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. You want to get lost in him, to lick across every inch of his gloriously exposed skin and to make him whine like that a thousand more times. All things that you will do later. But for right now, the ache between your thighs has become unbearable and you need to find some sort of release before you can start in on him. And you have the perfect idea for it.

“Lay on your belly, Jakey.” You murmur and you watch with lustful eyes as he complies immediately.

You swear under your breath as he settles and your eyes land on that beautiful ass of his – so plump and round. You splay your palms out on each cheek, kneading into the thick flesh. Without warning, you lay a harsh smack against it and he cries out – the sound like music to your ears as you watch the way his ass jiggles from the strike.

“You know how much I love this, don’t you?” You ask, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on his right then his left cheek.

Jake nods, a breathy little ‘yes’ hitting your ears, muffled slightly by the pillow.

“It makes me so wet.” You admit, rising slightly and moving yourself upwards so that you’re straddling one cheek, pressing your clothed clit into the ample muscle. “I’ve always wanted to ride it. Imagined how good it would feel on my clit.” You experimentally rock your hips and your body shudders at the pleasure it renders. “You don’t cum yet, baby. Okay?”

“Okay.” His voice is broken – breathless and needy.

You roll your hips, the friction positively delicious and you can’t help but to cry out. You keep it slow, just enjoying the feeling. It’s better than you could have imagined – and far better than any pillow that you’d done this to in the past. With each drag, Jake moans beneath you and the sound drives you wild.

You lean forward and place both of your hands on his lower back, digging your fingers into the flesh and using the leverage to grind your hips harder against him. You begin to bounce, abandoning any thoughts other than the release that you’ve been aching for since your run in with Jake in the kitchen all those hours ago.

With each roll of your cunt against his ass, Jake’s hips press down into the mattress making his cock rut into the mattress each time. He’s a whining mess beneath you, the friction enough to get him to the edge but not nearly enough for him to cum yet. Just enough to drive him mad beneath you.

"Fuck." Jake mumbles, his lower back arching downwards and his ass pushing up into you more. As much as you're enjoying this, he seems to be enjoying it, too.

You slow yourself down again, sensually undulating your hips and exhaling shakily.

"You feel so good, Jake." You praise, keeping that slow pace of your hips. Jake's only answer is to moan beneath you and you can't help but to imagine doing this again. And fuck, you know that you're never going to be able to even think about his ass without growing wet... let alone admire it with your eyes.

Spurred on by the thoughts of how sexy you find this position and by the way Jake is whining and wriggling beneath you, you begin to pick up your pace. You know that you're not going to last. You can't hold it off any longer. You need it.

With yet another slap to his ample backside, you roll your hips faster, that low burning in your belly morphing into fire as your orgasm finally hits you. You toss your head back and cry out as the waves crash through you. You keep moving your hips against him, drawing out your release as long as it can go. Finally, when your body begins to shiver with overstimulation, you fall off him.

“Y/n.” Jake whines, rutting his hips harder into the bed.

“Don’t.” You warn, stilling him with a heavy hand on his lower back. “Roll over.” He does, and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen his cock so hard before. You press a hand to each of his knees and spread them wider, giving you plenty of space to settle between them. “What’s got you so worked up, baby?” You tease, eyeing him like a piece of candy.

“You.” His voice cracks on the word and he clears his throat. “Hearing you.”

“Aww.” You say sweetly, pinching the top of his cock between your fingertips. “So sweet, Jakey.” You’ve never really used that nickname much before, especially not in the bedroom. But right now, with him pliant and needy beneath you, it seems fitting. This isn’t the Jake that you usually have during sex – the rough, dominant Jake. This Jake is soft and delicate and oh so desperate for any bit of relief. Jake's body tenses and jerks, a cry falling from his lips each time you ghost your fingertips over the swollen head of his cock.

“Please.” He arches into you, his stomach muscles tensing and untensing as he tries to control himself.

“Please what?” You can’t help but tease him.

“Touch me.”

You giggle and continue to play with just his tip, switching between squeezing and delicately tracing it with your fingertips. You can't stop the amusement that you feel. He's so sensitive, so receptive to each ghost of a touch.

“I am touching you, babe.”

He groans, tossing his head back harshly into the pillow. You only laugh and wrap your hand around him fully. He’s hot and pulsing in your palm. You smear his precum around him and begin to pump him slowly, drawing a deep moan from him as his eyes squeeze shut.

“I’m getting why you enjoy this so much.” You say and Jake blinks his eyes open at you. “Seeing you all squirmy and desperate.”

Jake opens his mouth to reply but you tighten your fist and speed up a bit.

“Oh fuck!” He groans and his hands reach out to grab you – whether to pull you in closer or to make you speed up you can’t tell (he probably doesn’t even know either), but you immediately let go of his cock at the motion.

“Oh. I forgot.”

You rise up a bit, reaching up and over Jake to pull open the top drawer of his nightstand, your fingers quickly finding the silk that Jake loves to use on you. You tap Jake’s chest and he surrenders his wrists to you without a fight, holding them next to each other as you loop the scarf around them and then hook his arms up on the little peg above the headboard.

“I think the power has gone to your head.” Jake murmurs, his brown eyes watching you with nothing short of reverence.

“Maybe a little bit.” You shrug, settling back between his legs. “I just can’t help myself though. You look so pretty like this.”

“You like calling me pretty, don’t you?”

You shrug again and resume your stroking on his aching cock.

“And you like being called pretty.” You challenge, speeding up your hand.

Jake’s only answer is tossing his head back and arching his back, the muscles in his arms straining and flexing as he fights against the restraints. You move your hand quickly, so quickly that your forearm burns. Pleas and whines fall from Jake’s lips without so much as a breath in between, his body fighting between pleasure and pain. You can tell that he’s close, his mouth completely open and his chest flushed and glistening with sweat. You keep going a moment longer before bringing your hand away completely.

“Y/n.” Jake cries, his hips rising off the bed to try and follow your hand.

“I told you not to cum yet.” You remind him, laughing at the desperation on his face. “You’re not gonna cum yet, right?”

He shakes his head quickly and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple.

“I won’t. I won’t.” He whines and you reward the plea in his tone by starting again. This time keeping your pace deliberately too slow. “More.” He begs you after what could have only been a minute, those beautiful eyes of his boring into your own.

“And you won’t cum?”

“Promise.”

You give him what he wants, pumping him faster and pressing your thumb into the spot just below his head just like you know he likes. He’s panting and writhing beneath you and his legs begin to shake as he nears that edge yet again.

“Jake.” You warn, but you don’t let up, you don’t slow down.

His whole body is tense and his muscles still fight against where his arms are restrained.

“Jake.” You warn again and his mouth drops open with a loud moan. “You better not cum.”

“I can’t- I’m gonna- fuck, stop!”

You do and he sighs in some mix of both relief and disappointment. He’d been so close.

“Good boy.” His eyes crack open at that and a tired smile graces his lips.

“It’s definitely gone to your head.” He says, trying to get his breathing back under control.

You giggle as you reach behind you and unclip your bra. Jake’s eyes fix on your bare breasts and he bites his lip.

“This is torture not being able to touch you.”

“I know.” You laugh as you slide your soaked panties down your legs and toss them somewhere in the room. “Now you know how I always feel.”

“You ever gonna let me cum? It fucking hurts.” He says, his voice pitched higher.

“So whiny.” You tsk, settling yourself on top of his thighs. “But still being so good for me.”

He preens at the compliment, practically purring beneath you. You reach up and unhook the silk from the hook, freeing his wrists at last. You grab them and place them on your hips for him. Immediately, his grip tightens.

“I’m gonna ride you, Jakey. And you can touch me as much as you want now.”

“Thank you.” He breathes out and you can tell that he really means it.

You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, guiding his head to your folds and finally you sink down on him. The stretch is delightful and so so perfect and you both moan at the feeling.

“Holy shit.” Jake says through clenched teeth, fingers digging into your hips.

You rise up and slam back down on him, immediately setting a brutal pace that you know neither of you will last long with. Already, you can feel your second orgasm approaching and Jake is absolutely losing it beneath you. His eyes have clamped shut and his mouth hangs open. Moans slip past him with each thrust and you can feel his cock twitching inside you.

You stop for a moment and he makes to protest before realizing what you're doing. You rise up and plant both of the balls of your feet on the bed, squatting over him as you start to bounce again. This time, the new angle allows him to slip even deeper into you.

"Jesus."

"Fuck, you fill me up so good, Jake."

Your thighs burn but you don't stop. You won't stop if only to keep that face on Jake for a moment longer. His brows are tipped upwards, his hair sticks to his face from sweat, and his plump lips are parted in almost a snarl. You've never seen him like this – as if he truly is doing all he can to not fall apart this very second. Jake has always been vocal during sex, never afraid of moaning or crying out when something feels good (so unlike most men that you've been with). But tonight it's like he couldn't control himself if he tried. Moans, whines, even whimpers fills the space between you, mixing so beautifully with the sound of his cock moving through your wetness that has begun to drip down your thighs. This moment, here with him like this... it's like Heaven on Earth.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jake tells you and you keep going, nodding and crying out as his tip hits that special place inside of you. “Fuck, Y/n.”

It’s a warning. You’ve been together for years but you’ve never let him cum inside of you before – no matter how many times you’ve seen the disappointment in his eyes when you ask him to pull out. It was never the right time. You’re both always so busy and you never wanted to risk it. But right now... you don’t care. He’s always been patient with you. Never pushes for kids when he knows you’re not quite ready even though he wants them so badly. And really, the odds of getting pregnant with where you are in your cycle right now are low anyway. But you find yourself thinking that if tonight doesn't work you'll be trying again soon. You want this with him. It’s almost the New Year and what better a way to move into 2024? Jake has proven time and time again that he will always be by your side and as you ride him, after he's given himself wholly and totally over to you... fuck, it sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world.

“Y/n! I can’t hold it! Fuck!” Jake’s voice is desperate, his body so tense you’re worried he might hurt himself somehow.

“Give to me, Jake!” You cry through a moan, your hips grinding into his at a merciless pace. “Fill me up! Fuck, please.”

That’s all it takes. Jake yells as he finishes, a feral growl starting deep in his chests that builds up into a mighty cry as he spills into you. You can’t hold on any longer yourself and your orgasm tears through you. Stars explode behind your eyes and Jake’s body twitches and shakes beneath you as your walls clench around his spent cock. With one last exhausted roll of your hips, you collapse at Jake’s side.

“Shit.” Jake breaths out, his chest heaving and his skin slick with sweat. "Best sex we've ever had."

“Yeah. Fuck.”

“I-" Jake swallows once and inhales deeply through his nose for a moment. "Thank you. ” His voice sounds tired but soft and warm. Those two words are simple, all he can think of to say. But they carry the weight of everything and you both know it. He rolls over to face you, those chocolate eyes of his looking at you with so much love you think you might cry.

“Merry Christmas.” You answer him softly in return. It seems you also had one last gift to give him this Christmas.

He laughs and the sound rumbles deep in his chest.

“Merry Christmas.”

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OH LAWD I WOULD DIE FOR SHENHE AND SARA

Could you do some headcannons about their S/O being overly sweet towards them? Imagine them getting Shenhe tons of gifts and hugging her like a Koala holding onto a tree. Or Sara’s S/O straight up pulling out their archery skills just to get her attention and try their hardest to break her “professional” behaviour just to see her blush. GAAAA JUST IMAGINING THEM SOUNDS SO CUTE!

(Genshin Impact) Shenhe and Sara's S/O being overly affectionate

THE GAP MOE IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL

Shenhe had not received any kind of physical affection in a very long time.

It's not as if she did not have anyone caring for her, Cloud Retainer and the Traveler certainly did.

But the love S/O gave to her could not be compared to anything in her life.

At first, S/O wanted to gift her many things, but since she didn't really have a house, she had to decline many of their bigger gifts.

Instead, she kept smaller items like a necklace adorned with a beautiful light blue gem in the middle, resembling her vision.

And her body did not budge whenever S/O hugged her with full force, though that was due to her being extremely strong.

(Shenhe) "I wish to return your affection wholeheartedly, S/O, but I cannot."

S/O looked at Shenhe curiously, their smile still wide.

(S/O) "Why?"

(Shenhe) "I don't think your body could withstand it."

(S/O) "Oh come on, we can try!"

Shenhe then complied.

S/O was out of breath for nearly half an hour.

Regardless, it was something they did not regret.

Whether it was hugging, kissing, giving gifts, S/O loved to figuratively (And sometimes literally) smother her in any type of love.

Shenhe's face mostly remained unchanged, but her heart seemed to race everytime she felt them in her arms.

There were many times when they shared a bed, S/O would just hold onto her, arms and legs trapping her in place.

It felt strange, but Shenhe did not mind.

If S/O was safe and happy, then she was as well.

===

S/O and Shenhe had gotten a fair distance away from Liyue Harbor. Not too far in case if trouble followed them and civilization was too far, but they could be left alone in the confines of nature comfortably.

Something Shenhe appreciated. She could simply enjoy S/O all to herself. They were planning to camp out together, if only just for a little bit.

She felt their hands wrap around hers, eagerly standing closer as they moved closer to put their head on her chest.

Shenhe made no sound, but S/O could tell that she was at ease. The way her shoulders slumped, eyebrows raised, and the faintest dusting of pink rose to her cheeks.

(S/O) "I'm really happy I get to spend the next few days with you, Shenhe!"

(Shenhe) "I am as well. But-"

Shenhe slowly stepped back, making sure her hands were still holding S/O. She tilted her head and asked S/O with her tone of voice lightly hinted with concern.

S/O took a moment to think about their answer while Shenhe continued.

(Shenhe) "The mountains can get quite cold at night as well."

(S/O) "That's what you're here for!"

S/O lovingly stood closer, and nuzzled their head onto her shoulders.

(S/O) "I'll be fine to sleep anywhere as long as you're with me, Shenhe. Besides, I packed a tent and everything we need!...Well, that I need."

Shenhe nodded and sat down, her hand still tightly gripping S/O as they sat with her on the grass. S/O began cuddling onto her, both of them silently watching the clouds above slowly drift away.

Her heart throbbed when she felt their hand wrap around her waist, though it was not out of pain as she quickly learned in the beginning of their relationship.

In truth, Sara is quite easy to fluster, whether it be from teasing or affection.

Unfortunately for her, S/O provided much of both.

Sara did prefer to keep their relationship private for both the sake of her pride and for their personal safety, which S/O thankfully mostly complied with.

But whenever it was just the two of them, S/O would hold nothing back.

(S/O) "Sara!"

S/O almost tackled her in a hug, if she weren't prepared then they would have both fallen over.

But, it was something Sara secretly found endearing. S/O would not get to hear that however, lest they somehow get even more lovey-dovey.

(Sara) "It's nice to see you too, S/O."

She gave them a firm hug back before gently pushing them back.

(S/O) "I can make you some Onigiri, go ahead and sit down!"

Never once in her life did Sara think she would walk into such a loving home after days of work.

But Sara was happy to have S/O provide her the love she never knew she wanted.

===

Sara sighed as S/O happily held her hand to a nearby food stand.

The vendor in question seemed shocked at S/O holding the hands of the General of the Tenryou Commission so casually, while Sara had to avert meeting their gaze. of confusion.

(S/O) "One stick of dango, please!"

As the vendor nodded, the memories of how this even happened came rushing back to her head.

...

(S/O) "Sara, if I can hit this bullseye, you have to go on a date with me in the city!" Sara raised her eyebrow at S/O's sudden challenge. They had a bow and a single arrow in their hands, pointing a crudely made training dummy with layers of circles on its chest. (Sara) "Where is this coming from, S/O?" (S/O) "Kind of a mix of things, honestly. One: I just want to impress you. And two: I want to treat you to something nice, but you won't let me!" Sara chuckled, rather too confidently if S/O were to add. (Sara) "While I do appreciate the thought, you have no need to do so-." (S/O) "I have every need to do so if I get to see you blush and have that cute frown!" Well, they were already doing that. Rather effectively too. (Sara) "Alright, I accept your challenge." Sara crossed her arms as she stood behind S/O. Their arms were wobbling at the strength, but she could tell they were trying to mimic the way she drew her bow. (Sara) "Hm, I doubt they're going to-" Before she could even finish, S/O let the arrow go and she watched, much to her horror, the arrow pierce the center circle. (S/O) "HAHA! I DID IT!" They turned towards her, a star gleaming in their eye. (S/O) "Let's get some dango together!" (Sara) "I-In the city?" (S/O) "Where else, silly?" Sara opened her mouth to protest, but she did make a promise after all. That was on her for underestimating the lengths S/O would go to spoil her. And there was also that smile of theirs that made her mind haze...

...

Sara sighed as she walked away from the vendor, noting that people were beginning to stare.

Before moving to walk away from the open sight of the streets, she turned to S/O, scratching the side of her head in a nervous tick.

(S/O) "I know I am!"

S/O punctuated with a big grin, before thankfully, leading Sara away from prying eyes.

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