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cozfics · 1 year
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New blog
Howdy hey! I opened a new blog to write x reader requests or crossover requests. I’ll probably keep those in separate tags. 
Now to go over just some basic overviews
I write for:
Kingdom Hearts
Linked Universe
She-ra
Owl house
Monster Hunter Stories(1 and 2)
Unwanteds
Percy Jackson
Maybe Voltron(all versions)
My Hero Academia
+Anima(My comfort manga here)
Maximum Ride
Warriors
Wings of Fire
Kid Icarus
Legacies
Digimon
That’s all I can think of at the moment, but I know there’s more
I also might link my Toyhouse and offer ocs to write x readers for but IDK.
Rules:
Requests are closed means requests are closed
I will either write child characters platonic or aged up But no nsfw with them!
NSFW will be posted on Tuesdays and Thursdays if I have any.
I will write yandere
I do write for aus
I do allow platonic scenario’s
Reader will be gender neutral.
If you request nsfw please specify reader gender?
That’s all for now
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yandere-wishes · 5 years
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Yandere Vanitas
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Vanitas is an obsessive and possessive Yandere
It’s very likely that Vanitas will see his s/o while on a mission
They catch his eye instantly, he doesn’t really know why there is just something special about them.
Will BEG Master Xehanort to get him his beloved.
Master Xehanort will refuse, and tell him how love is stupid and that Vanitas should not have these emotions.
Dark Riku and Young Xehanort will most likely tease him for “feeling”
He’ll insist that it isn’t loved, it’s just an obsession.
That doesn’t help the teasing and by now Xigbar has joined in too
Vanitas WILL throw tantrums, crying, screaming, threatening, might end in some killing..maybe?
Finally Master Xehanort caves and get’s him his beloved.
Now Vainitas in under strict orders not to hurt his s/o too bad, mainly since this has been a laborious and horrendous experience for the Organization members.
Master Xehanort will have Xemnas, Xigbar, Saix, Luxord, and Demyx keep an eye on him
They do a dreadful job, Vanitas’s s/o constantly has scars, bruises, trouble walking, etc
Vanitas is sadistic and will hurt his s/o for any reason he can think of.
As a show of endearment, lust, punishment, etc
He will show his darling off, buy them the best clothes, shoes, accessories
Takes them everywhere meetings, missions
Always tries to make others jealous of the “relationship” between him and his darling
If the Darling does somehow manage to hurt Vanitas feeling, he’ll manipulate and guilt trip them until they are begging him for forgiveness.
But in order for Vanitas to truly forgive them, he’ll need to punish them first.
Will have you sit on his lap or between his legs all the time.
Really Vanitas doesn’t see his s/o as another individual with likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, beliefs, opinions, etc
In his eyes, they have the only one purpose is to be his, to entertain him and only him
(Y/N) I OWN YOU
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kingdomheartsmarts · 2 years
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Um, how about a Siax x autistic fem!reader ficlet where saix is taking care of an overstimulated reader. -🐢
you know i was gonna write something like his without a request but this made it happen faster. so yes.
i wrote this with my personal experience of being overstimulated, just a little note for the mannerisms in this one.
rest. | saix/reader.
There was too much. There was too much noise. There was too much feeling. There was too much of everything. There was too much light. Everything was too much. A disorienting pain clouded any ability for you to talk yourself down from this- it was too much.
you wanted to cover your ears. It was too much. But that wouldn’t do anything. Then you’d be touching your ears. Every bit of clothing is making itself well aware on your skin. It was too much. It was too much. It is too much.
Scurrying down the hall, you fought the urge to scratch your skin- that wouldn’t help, that would just make another thing bother you- quivering without a reason other than to release this tension. There wasn’t anything to pay attention to, nothing in the hall anyway, no one stayed in the halls-
You stopped, leaning against the wall, trying to breathe through the discomfort; the noise now gone as your brain decided to replace the noise with some noise of its own, keeping your tension high as your skin itched. But nothing was itchy. It was hell. This is hell-
“Why are you leaned against the wall?” A cold question pulled your attention to the man in front of you, unsympathetic eyes melting at the sight of your face.
“Are you alright?”
Quickly nodding no, you quivered again before Saix opened a corridor in front of you, motioning you to go through, following behind you. Upon entering the room you ripped off your gloves, skin on fire as you discarded them somewhere out of sight.
“Did the meeting bother you?” Saix asked, a whisper of care somewhere in his voice, turning off the lights as it dawned on you that you were in his bedroom, not yours.
Nodding yes, you tried to brush your hair away, just for it to land on your neck, worsening the sensation.
“Here,” His voice was much quieter, his room almost silent as motioned you to sit on the bed, pulling off your boots, “Are your clothes too tight?”
Yes, you nodded, some tension alleviated, but not enough to be relieved. Saix stood, looking down at you for a moment, before turning to his desk, letting you pull off your coat as you tossed it on the floor. He turned back to you, holding a t-shirt in hand to be tossed on the bed beside you, motioning you to stand up as he helped you pull off your pants, kicked off in the pile of perpetrators.
Saix sat beside you, notably not wearing his own coat or gloves, laying you down on his bed, the sheets at the foot should you need them.
“Rest.” A simple but comforting command. Closing your eyes, you let your body relax as the tension slowly but surely left, the silence of the room removing any sort of unwelcomed stimulation; the bedsheets were soft, very soft, to where nothing was bothering you with the touch of the fabric. Your hair rested on your neck and shoulders, making the muscle twitch, a gentle hand moving the hair away from you.
A quiet sigh left you as you curled up a little more on the bed. The darkness of the room was comforting; the dull headache slowly left as Saix watched you.
“Is that better?” He deftly asked.
“Mhmm,” You quietly responded, opening your eyes to look at him for a moment, snuggling back into his bed, letting him pull the sheets on top of you.
“There you are. Just rest.”
buy me a coffee!
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kingdomheartsmarts · 2 years
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Oh no, I requested a siax x fem*reader where she pokes him a lot and her pokes are kisses or she'll double tap in one spot when SHE wants a kiss. It's weird cause she's just too shy to ask or give normal affection. Like booping a pets nose. Siax is confused and annoyed because "why???" Vexen notices one day and explains whats going on. So Siax starts doing it back. Or he actually kisses her wherever she pokes him. A mha blog wrote a fic like this and I thought it was cute for Siax too... 🐇
this has quite literally been sitting in my inbox for since 2020 so. uh. a little late on that. i don’t know why, just didn’t click for me right away, but here it is :)
took a little more liberties with this. implied autistic reader.
mollis. | saix
“Why are you doing that?” Saix was crass, meeting your eyes with a cutting gaze, watching you blink up at him from his reclaimed position on his bed. Silently blinking up at him, he caught onto the little notice of you being nonverbal. Saix sighed as he let his gaze softened; something about you made him softer; not weak, not defenseless, but soft enough to seem normal.
He couldn’t in any form of honesty explain the physical connection between the two of you; something silent, like gravity, pulling you both together. Neither of you would voice feelings, at least not very well or clearly, but both of you knew that you were pulled together nevertheless. It wasn’t a relationship, at least, not yet, as far as he knew, but it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t separate. It had to be something physical if there was no emotions spoke, he rationalized, but the only benefit shared between the two of you so far were peaceful evenings and afternoons where the two of you would simply lay together, relaxing after dealing with life for the day. It was a habit you somehow got him into.
But, a couple things to note about these evenings; you didn’t typically speak, at least not anything of substance, and would poke him. Not hard. Not with a nail or intention to leave a mark- closer to a tap, but it was confident. He didn’t know why but he knew full well he couldn’t ask you, at least not with the intention of getting a verbal response. Saix knew you didn’t hang around others, preferring peace and quiet within a solitude sanctuary, but how would he figure out your little mannerism?
You could just ask her to write it down.
Saix sighed to himself at his very, very elementary revelation.
You looked up at him, pulling yourself out of a little warm almost-nap, questions dancing in your eyes.
“Let me get up for a moment, little one,” Saix softly commanded, letting you move off of him before going to his desk, grabbing some paper and a pen as you snuggled into his warm sheets, not paying much attention to what he was doing. Today had been long and you just wanted to rest.
“Could you do something for me?” Saix sat beside me, “Could you write down why you poke me so much?”
I looked up at him for a moment, nodding as I pulled myself up in the bed, taking the paper and pen from him, pausing as I stared at the blank piece of paper. It felt a little weird, with him watching your movements, some sort of cynical curiosity being odd. It was alright, you supposed, for him to ask. He had a right to be curious; with this type of closeness, it seemed like he had a right to know.
Silently, you jotted down the little explanation, supporting the paper with your thigh as Saix watched, taking it gently when you handed the paper and pen back to him, nonchalantly snuggling back into the sheets; they smelt like him, you noted. Typically he would be particular about the sheets, but as of recently, he was content with seeing you snuggled into his bed.
Saix quickly read over the little note, silently appreciating the fact you had legible handwriting (as opposed to some other members), letting the little revelation sink in for a moment before glancing over at you.
“You’re too reserved to kiss me?” There was just enough playful warmth in his question to make you relax into the warmth, glancing up at him with innocence dancing in your eyes. Placing down the note, he pulled himself back into the bed with you, cupping your jaw to pull yourself up closer to him, tension between the two of you thick enough to be noticed; his amber eyes dancing across your face for a moment, making a sharp full stop at your eyes. With a little burst of confidence, you brought your hand up to his face, hesitating before gently tapping his lips; quickly retreating as he gazed down at you for a moment more.
His breath was right against yours, a peaceful tension between the two of you as his eyes played a little puzzle with you, his thumb lightly stroking your chin in a moment of thought.
“May I?” His voice was barely anything, a little whisper of breath that could of easily been missed; a gentle nod consenting-
His lips gently touching yours, all stoicism melting away from him for a brief moment, his hand leaving your chin to cup the back of your head, a couple fingers intertwining in your hair; a near-silent hum leaving him as he pulled you closer to him, pressing your body against his as his other hand went to rest on your lower back. His hand pulled you onto his lap, his lips moving against yours slowly, an almost gentle manner sending a shiver through you.
“I think you should tap me a little more often,” Saix whispered against your lips after pulling away, a light pant brushing against your lips. A little smile found its place on your lips, smiling at Saix for a moment as he held you in his lap- tapping your lips.
“As you wish.”
“Why are you doing that?” Saix was crass, meeting your eyes with a cutting gaze, watching you blink up at him from his reclaimed position on his bed. Silently blinking up at him, he caught onto the little notice of you being nonverbal. Saix sighed as he let his gaze softened; something about you made him softer; not weak, not defenseless, but soft enough to seem normal.
He couldn’t in any form of honesty explain the physical connection between the two of you; something silent, like gravity, pulling you both together. Neither of you would voice feelings, at least not very well or clearly, but both of you knew that you were pulled together nevertheless. It wasn’t a relationship, at least, not yet, as far as he knew, but it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t separate. It had to be something physical if there was no emotions spoke, he rationalized, but the only benefit shared between the two of you so far were peaceful evenings and afternoons where the two of you would simply lay together, relaxing after dealing with life for the day. It was a habit you somehow got him into.
But, a couple things to note about these evenings; you didn’t typically speak, at least not anything of substance, and would poke him. Not hard. Not with a nail or intention to leave a mark- closer to a tap, but it was confident. He didn’t know why but he knew full well he couldn’t ask you, at least not with the intention of getting a verbal response. Saix knew you didn’t hang around others, preferring peace and quiet within a solitude sanctuary, but how would he figure out your little mannerism?
You could just ask her to write it down.
Saix sighed to himself at his very, very elementary revelation.
You looked up at him, pulling yourself out of a little warm almost-nap, questions dancing in your eyes.
“Let me get up for a moment, little one,” Saix softly commanded, letting you move off of him before going to his desk, grabbing some paper and a pen as you snuggled into his warm sheets, not paying much attention to what he was doing. Today had been long and you just wanted to rest.
“Could you do something for me?” Saix sat beside me, “Could you write down why you poke me so much?”
I looked up at him for a moment, nodding as I pulled myself up in the bed, taking the paper and pen from him, pausing as I stared at the blank piece of paper. It felt a little weird, with him watching your movements, some sort of cynical curiosity being odd. It was alright, you supposed, for him to ask. He had a right to be curious; with this type of closeness, it seemed like he had a right to know.
Silently, you jotted down the little explanation, supporting the paper with your thigh as Saix watched, taking it gently when you handed the paper and pen back to him, nonchalantly snuggling back into the sheets; they smelt like him, you noted. Typically he would be particular about the sheets, but as of recently, he was content with seeing you snuggled into his bed.
Saix quickly read over the little note, silently appreciating the fact you had legible handwriting (as opposed to some other members), letting the little revelation sink in for a moment before glancing over at you.
“You’re too reserved to kiss me?” There was just enough playful warmth in his question to make you relax into the warmth, glancing up at him with innocence dancing in your eyes. Placing down the note, he pulled himself back into the bed with you, cupping your jaw to pull yourself up closer to him, tension between the two of you thick enough to be noticed; his amber eyes dancing across your face for a moment, making a sharp full stop at your eyes. With a little burst of confidence, you brought your hand up to his face, hesitating before gently tapping his lips; quickly retreating as he gazed down at you for a moment more.
His breath was right against yours, a peaceful tension between the two of you as his eyes played a little puzzle with you, his thumb lightly stroking your chin in a moment of thought.
“May I?” His voice was barely anything, a little whisper of breath that could of easily been missed; a gentle nod consenting-
His lips gently touching yours, all stoicism melting away from him for a brief moment, his hand leaving your chin to cup the back of your head, a couple fingers intertwining in your hair; a near-silent hum leaving him as he pulled you closer to him, pressing your body against his as his other hand went to rest on your lower back. His hand pulled you onto his lap, his lips moving against yours slowly, an almost gentle manner sending a shiver through you.
“I think you should tap me a little more often,” Saix whispered against your lips after pulling away, a light pant brushing against your lips. A little smile found its place on your lips, smiling at Saix for a moment as he held you in his lap- tapping your lips.
“As you wish.”
buy me a coffee!
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kingdomheartsmarts · 4 years
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HI, PRETTY LADY I HAVE A NSFW REQUEST- I've been thinking about this for a while. Siax x fem'reader. But! A reader with a tongue piercing. One he didn't know about. Like, now that he knows about it, he's gonna explore all the things that can *ahem* effected by it, like the good sir he is 😌 I'm thirsty-💕
oh. oh yes. this is nice. 
thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~
Saix/Reader | Metal 
“What the hell is on your tongue?” Saix aburply asked, grabbing your jaw and making you face him. 
“My tongue ring; why, you like it?” You teased as you cocked your brow at him. His fingers squeezed your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he looked in your mouth at the little piece of metal. 
“Why?” he asked as he let go of your jaw. 
“Why what?”
“Why did you get it?”  
“Because I felt like it, I’ve had it anyway,” You teased as you stuck your tongue out at him. 
“Hm,” He hummed, pulling you roughly by your arm, kissing you roughly as you let out a moan at his roughness. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his tongue met yours, the tip playing with your ring, his arms pulling you against him- his bulge rubbing against your stomach. “On your knees. Now,” Saix lowly commanded, your heart racing as you followed his order, resting your hands on his thighs as you gazed up at him; his eyes meeting yours as he gently stroked your hair out of your face for a moment before roughly grabbing your hair, pulling you forward for him to grind his bulge against your face. 
“You’re going to suck me off; understand?” He quietly said. “Yes, sir,” You quietly said, pulling off his belt as he pet your head, his eyes darkened by a burning passion, pulling his pants down far enough for his length to be free. “Good girl,” He whispered as you pumped his cock in your hand, gently gripping your hair as your tongue gently swirled around the head; your eyes focused on his as you licked a stripe up his cock, his breathing hitching as the metal ran across his shaft. 
Your hands resting on his thighs as you took the head back into your mouth, purposely neglecting the shaft as you let the metal run against the head of his length, a broken groan leaving his mouth at the new sensation. Letting out a soft hum of approval, you pumped his shaft as you moved off of the head, taking his balls into your mouth- running the metal against the sensitive skin as his grip tightened on your hair; his head leaned back against the wall as his eyes closed, his hips jerking at the feeling of metal running along his balls. “Darling-” Saix warned, his grip becoming tighter as you returned to his shaft, running the metal run along the vein of his cock- a broken growl leaving his mouth as he shoved you down on his length. His hips snapping as he fucked your mouth- freely moaning at the growing pleasure of using your mouth and throat to his freewill. His mouth hung open as his grip tightened on your hair, shoving his length down his throat in a growl, cumming in your throat- ignoring your gag as tears stung at your eyes. 
Saix’s chest heaved as he finally opened his eyes, looking down at your face as he pulled you off of his used cock. 
“Did you like it, then?” You asked, your voice hoarse. 
Saix simply smirked as he roughly pulled you off of the floor, pushing you down onto the bed. 
“The hell do you think?”
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kingdomheartsmarts · 4 years
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A soft request of newly formed relationship of Siax x shy Fem!reader that is lowkey… really, really needy. But, she just avoids asking him for cuddles, and kisses and hugs and stuff because like… he seems like the type to not want PDA. But (of course) he finds out that she wants and needs more attention than he gives her and just starts doing it. Without her asking and she’s just like… ‘you don’t have to if you don’t want to’ ‘I’m not with you to treat you the same as I do everyone else’-💕
oh but of course ever so elusive heart anonie~
thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~
Saix/Reader | Hugs and Kisses
“Come here,” Saix abruptly said, holding onto your arm as he pulled you in the direction he wanted you to follow him, his hand leaving your arm tingling as his touch left you. Your footsteps silent as you followed him to his room, a little sanctuary for the two of you that he barely indulged in, while you silently begged for him to.
“What’s up?” you softly asked as he pulled you over to his bed, pulling you down to sit beside him before his hand gently cupped your cheek; his gloved thumb gently stroking your cheek as his eyes stared at your lips for a moment. 
“You’re starved,” He bluntly said as his eyes met yours again, cocking your brow at him before he pulled you even farther to him, his lips gently pressing against yours as mini fireworks went off in your chest- your hands resting on his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you. 
“What’s that for?” you quietly asked, his eyes burning with something cold yet radiating as he stared into yours. 
“You want this, yes?” 
“Yes,” 
“Then I’m to indulge you, am I not?” Saix asked, his voice much more gentle than normal as he pulled you back to him for a warm kiss pressed against your tingling lips. Your body subconsciously pulled him closer as you pressed his body against yours, a soft hum leaving him as every thought became weightless in your mind; the warm buzz making you lightheaded as you pulled him down on top of you, his weight barely pressing you down as he rested on his forearms. 
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” You murmured as you pulled away, your thoughts starting to crash down before Saix roughly crashed his lips into yours again, a hand tightly wound in your hair. His fingers pull at your sensitive scalp as you let out a gasp, your body pressing farther against his as his solid chest pressed against yours. 
“I obviously want to,” Saix bluntly said, his lips pecking yours as he pulled you back to lay down on his chest, reclining against the bed, “I’m not with you to treat you the same as I do everyone else.” 
“Thank you, Saix,” You murmured as you laid back on his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
“Stay here for a little while, I need this,” He quietly said as his hand stroked your hair, your head resting where his heart used to be.
“Of course.”
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kingdomheartsmarts · 4 years
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Ooh, what would Xigbar, Siax, Luxford, and Axel do if the reader had a child she wanted them to meet after dating for a while
:) this is so sweet 🖤 thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~
Xigbar, Saix, Axel, & Luxord Meeting Their S/O’s Child
Xigbar
Xigbar had seen a picture of your daughter before, on your home screen of your phone, but he assumed it was another family member; not your own daughter
You told him on a date, Xigbar with an arm around you while you both laid in the grass, watching the stars together while you quietly mentioned you wanted him to meet someone.
“Who’d you want me to meet, babydoll?” Xigbar asked, his hand gently stroking your hair, your head resting on his chest
“My daughter,” You softly said, feeling his arm tighten around you briefly 
“Alright; when?” Xigbar’s calmness threw you off, however, he explained that it really didn’t bother him if you had a kid; it’s yours and he’s okay with that
Xigbar met your daughter a few days later, at your house while the two of you had coffee
He was remarkably gentle with her; something you didn’t expect while you watched the two of them, your daughter showing him her favorite stuffed animal- immediately charming your daughter into giving Xigbar the said stuffed animal and bluntly asking “Why do you have a pirate eye?”
Your daughter adopted Xigbar. There was no question. The two of them quickly became inseparable while he visited the two of you and Xigbar did the same for her
Saix
Saix had quite literally no idea that you had a son; he just really didn’t notice if you had a kid or not
You mentioned in passing that your son had a school project for you to help him with before Saix new that you had a kid
He was curious once you said that, offering to help the two of you with it before you realized you had just told him that you had a son like that
Saix went with you, meeting your son to be met with a silent child who’s first response to meeting him was to ask why he had an “x” over his face and why his hair was blue
You were flustered while Saix bluntly explained that he has an “x” and blue hair because he was born with it. You knew the truth about that scar but it was a kid; you were thankful for that reasoning. 
Saix ended up helping him more with the project than you did, being very gentle with your son despite his bluntness, letting him rest on his shoulders
Your son fell asleep on his chest after he finished the project, holding onto Saix for dear life while Saix dozed off on the couch; Saix doesn’t want to admit it, but now there’s two that he takes care of now
Axel
Axel had a small idea that you had a child in your affections but not necessarily your child; he just thought you babysat for a friend or family member of yours
He found out when he went home with you and your daughter was asleep on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, while you put up your coat
Axel didn’t say anything to you, simply staying quiet before you came in, not really registering that Axel didn’t know that she was your daughter
You gently picked her up before carrying her to her room, gently laying her down before coming back to Axel
“So, who’s that?”
“Lilia? My daughter?”
Axel was surpised but not repulsed; more amused that you didn’t even realize that you had never told him, before your daughter woke up in tears, running to you after a nightmare
While you tried to calm her, Axel quietly hummed, your daughter calming before Axel wiped her tears, falling asleep in your arms while Axel continued to hum, your head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on yours, falling asleep together. 
Luxord
Luxord learned about your daughter while the two of you were having a deeper conversation, going deeper between the two of you while you got into your past relationship; talking about why you seemed more hesitant with it. 
You told him about your ex, the way things roughly ended, leaving behind you and your daughter; you having trust issues and fear of getting close with another man
Luxord was gentle, telling you that he was perfectly fine with the slowness and being there for both of you; he also offered that he is alright with helping you with her
He met her a little while later, going to your house for dinner, helping you cook before your daughter came home from school
Your daughter was incredibly hesitant at first, hiding behind you, and Luxord respected that; in a little bit, you pulled her aside, gently explaining to her that he was different than her father, being very careful with her while she slowly began to trust him
Your daughter asked to help with dinner, using a chair while Luxord gently helped her, you beside her while her walls began to slowly break down 
By the end of the night, Luxord had gained enough of her trust for her to sit with him with her favorite book, getting him to read it to her because she liked his voice.
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kingdomheartsmarts · 4 years
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Can I request a NSFW recompleted!reader x Sora where she has a large scar much like Siax's/Isa's except hers is taking up area her chest/torso and she hates it, reminding her of her nobody days, so she hides it after regaining her heart. But when Sora sees it and asks about it, sweet body worship happens afterwards. (they can be together prior to this if you want and she just be really good at hiding it from him or not together, up to you bby)
every sora stan has found my blog and i’m totally fine with it; this was v soft. thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~ 
a-n: smutty under the cutty
Sora/Reader~ Scars
“Hey, Can i come in the shower with you?” Sora asked from the other side of the shower curtain, his silhouette shading against your body while you lathered your soap. 
“Yeah, sure,” You said without thinking, until it clicked what you said, until Sora was behind you, his arms wrapping around your middle. 
“You’re warm,” He softly said, kissing up your ear. 
“Ye-yeah,” 
“What’s wrong? I’ve seen you naked before.” 
Yeah with the lights off
“Nothing,” 
“Baby,” He quietly said, moving your hands away from your chest to hold your hands, only to see the one thing you were hiding- 
“Sora!”
“What happened?” Sora asked, his voice slightly defeated when his eyes landed on your chest; a deep “x” scar decorating your chest in a fear instilled to keep you in line. 
“It’s from when, it’s from when i was a nobody,” You said, barely a whisper while Sora turned you to face him, “I tried to run away, about two years in, and when they brought me back… Xemnas wasn’t happy.” 
“He did this to you?” 
“He marked me with a sigil; that way he always knew where I was,” You softly explained, watching Sora’s eyes trace over it while the water continued to pour off your skin. 
Sora was silent, something uncharacteristic of him, before he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your back to bring you closer to him; his lips softly moved over the scar, making sure to be delicate with the sensitive skin, softly pressing kisses into your skin. 
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Sora quietly said, his breath fanning your skin, “It’s a part of your life that is over now; besides, it just shows how badly you wanted to get away from it.” 
“I guess,” 
“No, I know,” He softly said again, kissing your scar with more vigor, your hand softly intertwining within the spikes, pulling him up for a soft kiss. 
“You got out of it. You’re strong,” Sora continued, kissing you again with more vigor, his hands running down your sides, softly feeling over your skin. 
“Sora,” You quietly said, gasping at his lips reaching your neck, softly kissing and nibbling on the skin. 
“I love you; i love every single part of you and that includes this,” Sora said, his voice almost cracking while he rested his forehead against yours, his nose brushing against yours, “Let me love all of you.” 
“Okay,” You breathed out against his lips before they captured yours again; his hands slowly working down your thighs while the kiss made your head spin, his tongue quickly moving against yours. His fingers gently fingering your core, softly rubbing your clit, bringing you to the softest bliss while he rests his forehead against yours again. His sapphire eyes staring into yours while you softly panted at the soft pulses of pleasure in your core. 
“Please,” You said, his hands effortlessly picking you up against the shower wall, gently thrusting into you while you gently moved your head against the wall; a low groan resonating through the sound of water beating in the shower. 
“I love you, god,” Sora groaned, slowly thrusting in and out of you, slowly filling you up only for him to retreat; the soft pulses of pleasure slowly working any anxiety you had about your scar away- only to be left with the pleasure. 
“I love you, too,” you panted out, softly whimpering at the growing pleasure in your gut. Every thrust slow but pleasurable; slowly building you to your orgasm. 
“I love you; i love every bit of you; every little thing about you; god-” Sora thrust faster, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while the coil that built in your gut was finally released; your body convulsing around Sora’s, clinging onto him while he rode out his orgasm, filling you up with his seed. Slowing his thrust to still in you, he gently kissed you again, before placing you down again in the shower. 
“Did I mention I love you?”
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kingdomheartsmarts · 4 years
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Could you do a Siax x soft!Reader who still holds deep terror for storms to an extreme (something she'll hide). So she has panic attacks through the night, jumps every time thunder roars in the day. Siax notices, a storm having been around for a week and her looking awful, so he snoops by his gf's room during the night and cuddles her through it. (Sorry, we just had a major storm hit for a week, and I'm so scared of them I jump at thunder, freeze and nearly burst into tears on the spot.)
first off, i completely understand anonie- it’s started storming here for the next few days and i hate the thunder and loud noises. i know exactly how you feel. this is a drabble- thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~ 
Saix/Reader~ Thunderstorms
Saix knew you were tired. He saw the way you lugged yourself around the Grey Area in the past few mornings, he saw the bags which seemed to grow under your eyes, he saw the way your body seemed to move slower than usual- and he didn’t know why. He knew that your missions had not been difficult- arguably easier than usual- and you had a lot of downtimes. Saix was concerned for you, he knew that you weren’t normally this exhausted. Every time he visited you in your room you seemed like you could pass out right then and there, but you never did. Saix wanted to know why. 
He found you finally after he completed in getting everyone else’s mission reports, finding you wrapped up in a ball in your room, huddling away from everything.
“Stellina,” he called you attention, “what is wrong?” 
You finally peaked your head out of the covers, looking at your boyfriend who sat beside your lump of blankets. His hand moved the blanket away from your face, seeing the fear in your eyes before a clap of thunder shook the room, your yelp and retreating back to the blankets causing him to cock an eyebrow at you. He heard your breath tremble before he removed his boots, pulling himself beside you to pull you into his arms.
“Is it the storm?” He quietly asked, a hand softly stroking your hair before you completely melted to his touch, pulling yourself into your lap.
“I don’t like the sound,” You whispered as a low rumble of thunder shook the room, your head burrowing its way into the crook of his neck.
“That’s alright,” Saix said before he gently kissed your forehead, “I’ll stay with you until the storm is gone. Will that be alright?” 
You nodded, feeling calmed by the warmth and comfort, before kissing his neck softly in thanks. The low rumbles still caused you to be on edge, just to be calmed by his soothing touch- the nights of lost sleep starting to take hold of you before a certain loud clap of thunder jolted you awake. 
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Saix quietly said, his low voice soothing you before he got off the bed, taking off the uniform of the organization, letting his coat fall off and taking off the pants before crawling back to where he was, pulling you against his bare chest. His bare warmth seemed to calm you more. His hand slowly began massaging your scalp, feeling you relax more before leading your head up to let him gently kiss you, his soft lips melding against yours as his other hand gently cradled your face in his hand. His thumb softly rubbing your cheek before pulling away, looking at you with softness; your attention completely focused on him despite the storm raging outside.
“Everything is alright now.”  
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